#or him trying to justify it for no reason 😭😭

[aikya-kat-44]

"You didn't stop when I begged you" being in the same rhythm as Calypso's music I can't 😭

Calypso never once stopped to consider Ody's feelings and perspective. She did not listen to Ody and stop trying to assault/harass him even when he made it explicitly clear that he was a) NOT INTERESTED and b) has a wife and son waiting for him at home which btw he would really like to get back to.

(tw: discussions of sa/abuse)

I think she does sa or at the very least harass Ody in epic. While hold them down is very, very explicitly sa, love in paradise is more subtle and manipulative. It's repeatedly iterated that she's what he wants there. She says that they will 'spend their time' in bed despite Ody having clearly mentioned that he has a wife and that he's not her man. When he tries to more assertively reject her, she responds with a veiled threat of her godliness and therefore the power she holds over him.

Not sorry for loving you, in my opinion, is a very accurate depiction of abusive relationships when the abuser 'apologises'. She is quite clearly guilty tripping Odysseus, justifying her actions with her own pain, pretending to apologise, but ultimately stating that she is in the right, and she has no reason to be sorry. To manipulate him into staying. I interpret Ody's 'but not in the way that you want me to' lie as stemming from fear of Calypso (he's spent the last 7 years forced to obey him on an island she fully contols) or the major guilt tripping and emotional manipulation Calypso's been doing.

This isn't to say that calypso doesn't have reasons, or that she isn't sympathetic. She is. She was trapped on an island all alone through no fault of her own for most of her life. It's only natural for her to cling on to the only companion she has. But that doesn't excuse her actions. A major theme of epic is that villains are shaped by their situations, not that their actions are justified. Whilst Odysseus may have done what he did because of his desperation to get home, it does not excuse his actions. The same can be said for Calypso.

Note: I am not taking into consideration the original source material. In the odyssey calypso quite explicitly rapes Odysseus. They are described as an "unwilling lover beside lover all too willing". This post is unrelated to the original Odyssey and relevant only to epic.

[ikram1909]

https://x.com/44sedici/status/1803751384895963518

i don’t like bellingham at all, but this is kinda funny

It's all about the blue eh 😭😭

[niningtori]

supermodel | part two

part one

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: after finding out one of your closest friends sabotaged your relationship with beomgyu in hopes of having him all to herself, you end up spending a night with him. you may come to regret it when you realize beomgyu may not have been as innocent as he initially seemed.

genre: romance, angst, MELODRAMA, yandere, smut (MDNI!!!)

warnings: MDNI!!! yandere!gyu (super manipulative!gyu at least), more (justified imo) cheating, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), creampie, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, pregnancy kink, voyeurism (ig?), dom!gyu, sub!gyu, if i'm missing anything lmk

word count: 6.2k

notes: alright ;_; after much debate i'm reposting this probably only for a few days just so everyone who wanted to read can read it before i (probably) delete again! posting this made me feel rlly insecure for some reason but thanks to my moots and anons i feel a lot better ab it :) at least for a little bit. also, i know the direction may have taken quite the turn but this is genuinely just how it came out 😭 if you don't like it i'm sorry ( ཀ͝ ∧ ཀ͝ )

it’s hard to reason with beomgyu as he presses hot kisses down your neck, but it’s not like you’re not trying. you think you’re trying really hard, actually, but it’s nothing in comparison to the effort he’s putting in to make you lose your mind. you have no control over your moans when he sucks a hickey into your neck. you feel heat pooling in your stomach as he grabs your ass and snakes his other hand up your hoodie to catch one of your hardened nipples between his fingers. he’s finally tasted you and, like a man starved, he’ll be damned before someone takes away what’s his.

“b-beomie, we can’t! let’s go back to my place, at least,” you try to reason, but your resolve is weakening as you feel your pussy wetten under his caresses. 

“shh, hana’s not gonna be home tonight,” he whispers. “just want you so bad, can’t wait.” he looks so earnest, you can’t bear to part from him. his puppy eyes look devastated, so what else can you do besides relent? and he knows it, too. now he’s got you. 

he leads you to hana’s bedroom, where he’s spent countless nights listening to her talk about how much she loves him, has loved him for years. he wants to roll his eyes at this, but he doesn’t want you to misunderstand, so he keeps it to himself. he’ll admit, she really did pull the wool over his eyes when she said you didn’t like him, so he can’t wait to see her reaction when she realizes you two have finally figured it out. if she wants to play dirty, they can both try their hand and see who wins. 

and it feels an awful lot like he’s winning when he sees you undress once again, body bare with traces of him on every part of you. even if he hadn’t marked you up so much, and he has, there’s still evidence of his impact on you leaking out of your pussy. you letting him come inside was truly unexpected, but welcome, nonetheless. he knows, when you’ve sobered up from your lustful daze, you’ll ask him if he’s ever fucked hana raw. you’ll probably cry again and rush to get plan b, but he’ll tell you he’s not stupid. he’d never fuck anyone without protection, especially someone he likes as little as he likes hana. he just likes you so much, he couldn’t help but want to feel you. you’re everything he dared to wish you would be. even better, actually, and now that he’s tasted you, he never wants to stop. 

the feeling of wanting to be close to you reemerges when he sees you dropping to your knees for him. you fiddle with the zipper of his pants and he sighs when cool air meets his bare cock. and you're so perfect with your makeup smudged, hair in disarray, and mouth open, prettily presented for fucking.

you start with a lick of your lips and he’s already rock hard from the anticipation. you grab his base and tease little licks up and down his length. he never thought he’d be particularly into that, really, but you look so hungry for him it makes him whine. finally, you lick the precum off of his tip and he moans when you shallowly take in the tip of his cock, hollowing out your cheeks. you bob your head shallowly and it’s taking every ounce of self control he has not to grab the back of your head and shove himself down your throat. but he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he lets you tease him. for now, at least. you take more and more of him into your warm mouth until you can feel his tip searing the back of your throat. you can’t possibly fit all of him into your mouth, so you take the rest of him in your hands. you look up at him with watery eyes, almost like you’re asking for his approval, and his already thinning patience snaps. he grabs your hair and pumps himself in and out of you. you try to meet his thrusts with teasing swipes of your tongue, never once breaking eye contact. the combination of your gaze and the sight of your drool mixed with his precum dripping out of your mouth drives him crazy. 

“baby, look, you’re drooling all over my cock.” you hum in agreement, but a nasty thought crosses his mind as he remembers that you almost went out with another man tonight.

“mmm, who taught you how to use that slutty little mouth?” he asks, riling himself up for reasons unknown. the thought of someone else seeing you like this is enough to push him to madness. he fucks himself into your mouth mercilessly. you’re coughing and slobbering all over his cock, but it’s only when hot tears pour down your face that he registers what he’s doing. how can he bear to hurt you? he pulls out and you’re gasping for air. 

“shh, it’s okay, you’re okay. c’mere,” he coos, leading you to the bed.

you lay down shakily and he takes a moment just to admire your body and the work he’s done to it. he can’t control the want in his gaze when he sees your pussy dripping on hana’s comforter. it’s sick to see, in a way, but it excites him even more. 

“turn around,” he commands, and you would, you really, really would, but your limbs feel so weak, it’s a chore. he sighs and roughly turns you on your stomach himself. he manhandles you into kneeling on all fours and it’s all you can do not to buckle under such force, but you can’t deny the way it makes your pussy clench around nothing when he does this. as if he can read your mind, he lets out a soft laugh as he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. you’ve obviously just fucked, but you’re still as tight and hot as the first time. slowly, he feels you stretch and spasm to accommodate his length – pussy gripping him like a vise. he shakes when he feels himself completely sheathed in you. 

“g-good girl,” he praises. “so good for me.” then, without giving you another moment to adjust, he begins thrusting into you. his hips meet your ass and he’s awestruck by the sight of it as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix relentlessly. as he’s pumping into your heat, you don’t mean for your arms to give out from under you, but they do. he’s just fucking you so good you can’t help but feel weak. he chuckles at how you’re becoming undone after just a few strokes, but truthfully? he’s endeared. you were so brave in talking back to him earlier, but that attitude is completely gone as you lay there and let him take you over and over again. 

“nghh… not so hard, beomie,” you moan. 

“is it good, baby? i can feel you milking my cock. tell me it’s good, or i’ll stop,” he threatens.

“mmm, ‘s good! too good!”! you cry.

you’re so busy moaning out beomgyu’s name with your face mashed in the pillows, you really don’t hear the apartment door open and keys being thrown carelessly on the table, but as for beomgyu? he hears it all and it brings a mean, lopsided grin to his face. you’d think he would, at the very least, slow down, but he only rams harder and harder into you. the sound of wetness and skin slapping skin echo throughout the room. hana really wasn’t supposed to be home, this much is true, but what beomgyu didn’t tell you is that she had texted him saying her plans have changed and that he should come over. truly, he couldn’t have conjured up a better outcome than the one unfolding before him.

“beomgyu?!” hana shrieks. you’re so surprised you nearly jump out of beomgyu’s grasp, but he holds your ass in place as he continues his thrusts.

“don’t listen to her, just feel me,” he says in a raspy tone. and what can you do besides listen when he drills himself even harder into you? when you feel the veins of his cock dragging against your insides, you’re tuning out hana’s desperate cries, intentionally or not.

“coming inside, okay?” he, well, you would say ‘asks’, but it’s more of a statement of fact rather than a question. “take it all, baby,” he says as his hips begin to stutter. he smacks your ass — just because he can — and you feel it pulsate throughout your entire body as you clench around him, seeing nothing but white behind your eyelids as your release finally comes along with his.

you’re gasping for air when you finish. he carefully pulls out and watches as your cum and his mix together in the most sinful way. it’s a truly a sight to see, and if he had more time, he would be whipping out his phone and capturing the moment to revisit the next time he’s alone, but hana’s words are cutting into his bliss before he can fully appreciate the sight before him.

“b-beomie? w-what’s going on?” hana asks, tears streaming unabashedly down her pretty face. beomgyu is far too preoccupied to appreciate them, though, as he gently helps you sit up and thoughtfully wipes the drool and tears off of your face. 

“‘what’s going on?’” he begins mockingly. “do you really need me to show you again?” he sneers. 

meanwhile, you feel like a deer in headlights as you meet hana’s gaze. you feel dirty and small as you try your damndest to cover yourself up. hana’s soft eyes harden while she stares at you. 

“you. you did this, you fucking slut,” she spits. you break your gaze and stare down at your naked body. you feel incredibly vulnerable because, as you already know, she’s right. you feel your eyes heat up with tears, this time from guilt and humiliation rather than pleasure.

“you’d better watch your fucking mouth,” beomgyu says, eyebrows furrowed and voice even deeper than usual. 

“i just don’t understand. why? why her? and how could you do this to me? you said you loved me!” she shrieks, grabbing beomgyu’s arm. he harshly pulls away and instead collects your sweats and hoodie. you can’t help but stare. he said he loved her then he turned around and fucked you? oh no. 

“well, i lied, if that’s not clear enough,” he shrugs, gingerly dressing you like you’re some kind of catatonic doll. and, right now, you might as well be as you let him do what he wants. his callous words don’t match his gentle actions and it’s making your brain short-circuit. 

“if and when he does the same shit to you,” she says, looking at you with more hurt than you’ve ever seen on a person, “don’t you fucking dare come crying to me. or any of our friends, actually. just wait ‘til they hear what you fucking did.” you shiver at her ominous words. she’s right, after all. beomgyu dropped her the second you showed interest in him, who’s to say he won’t do the same to you? sure, he’s acting lovey dovey now, but you’ve seen firsthand how quickly his tune can change. you’re absolutely fucked. it’s your word against hers, and with the evidence of your betrayal seeping into her sheets, you don’t like your odds. you can’t help but stare at beomgyu, and, as if he’s reading your mind, he says his next words patiently.

“i love you. i would never hurt you like this.” he loves you now? you continue to look at him doubtfully. his words seem cheap after hana’s unforgiving speech, and he realizes he’s losing you when you don’t respond. hana doesn’t stop there, though.

“if he did this to me, i can’t wait to see what he’ll do to you,” she laughs. hana is, objectively speaking, a lot more of a catch than you are. and to the very bitter end, she won’t let you fucking forget it.

“shut your fucking mouth!” he exclaims and she flinches, as do you. you’ve never seen him so angry and it’s enough to scare you. 

“... i should go,” you croak.

“yeah, you should,” hana ridicules. you do an incredibly shaky walk of shame as you quickly gather your things. 

“hey, wait!” he pleads, but you’re already booking it out of the door. he goes to run after you, but hana grabs him forcefully by his shoulder and he spins around to face her. you slam the door, not wanting to know what kind of makeup sex they will probably be having relatively soon. as soon as you’re gone, hana begins.

“are you fucking crazy? her, of all people?!” she hisses.

“i thought i told you to watch how you talk about her,” he says lowly. his eyes are so intense, she’s momentarily stunned, but he’s crazy if he thinks that’ll shut her up. perhaps to her eventual regret, she says her next words.

“if i tell everyone, she’ll be fucking ruined. she’ll have nobody after this.” 

“so?” 

“so, stay with me,” she says softly, while, to his disgust, grabbing his hands and pleading with him. “stay with me, and i won’t tell anybody.” she looks as pathetic as a dog right now, and her words make him laugh in her face.

“tell them,” he says. 

“w-what?” she sputters.

“tell them all. i want you to tell them how i fucked one of your best friends and got her pregnant. tell them how i fucked her raw in your own bed. go on, i’d love to see their reactions when they find out.” 

“you’re… you’re fucking crazy,” she gasps.

“maybe, but not crazy enough to stay with you,” he shrugs. “i got what i wanted, i don’t need you anymore.” for once, she shuts her mouth. the puzzle pieces finally fit together and her jaw drops in awe.

“you did this on purpose?” 

“maybe you’re not as dumb as you look,” he sneers, and with that, he zips up his pants and pats her cheek. “you were okay in bed, but that’s about it.” 

her tears are falling, but that does nothing to mar her beauty. still, his heart remains unfazed. 

“when she finds out, she’ll leave you,” she sobs.

“and who will she believe? her ex friend who’s out to get her, or me? the only person she has left? i’d love to see who she believes.” his words leave her in even more tears, but he does nothing to placate her. he just grabs his shit and slams the door behind him.

-

hana wastes no time in telling your friends about your scandal. your incoming texts range from “what the fuck is wrong with you” to “is it true?” to “you’d better not show your face to us again”.

you attempt to explain yourself, but to no avail. even if hana lied to you first, you committed the ultimate betrayal with a smile on your face. nobody wants to hear your sob story about your forbidden love with beomgyu. nobody, not even your best friend, dares to defend you now.

the one person who’s on your side has been texting you relentlessly, though. beomgyu’s insistence on making sure you’re okay does little to quell the uneasiness in your heart. hana’s words resound in your head. “if he did this to me, i can’t wait to see what he does to you.” you don’t want to give him that chance, but your resolve is weakening when you feel yourself becoming more and more isolated from the people you used to call your friends. 

for days, you don’t leave your house except to go to work. where else can you go? you don’t have anyone to go out with you anymore. still, beomgyu texts and attempts to call you through it all. his messages are all about how much he loves you, how much he misses you, how much he needs you. how much he promises to make things right with you and how you’re the only one he’s wanted all along. more and more, you feel yourself slipping away. even though you never respond, you still sift through his messages and it’s enough to bring smiles, no matter how small, to your face. he loves you, wants you, needs you. who else do you have in your life to say things like that to you? 

still, the thought of trusting him scares you to your bones. what if he does the same shit to you? you don’t have a support system anymore. you don’t have anybody to rely on when he inevitably hurts you in the same way. why wouldn't he, after all? you’re no match for the kind of girls who come his way. what happens when he gets sick of you and wants to fuck another girl in your bed? you’re stuck with these thoughts as you nurse a bottle of vodka, alone in your apartment with nobody but yourself. this is what you deserve, you think. 

a knock on your door is enough to pull you out of your drunken haze. is it one of your friends? could they have finally gotten over their intial shock and disgust and understood that you didn’t mean for any of this to happen the way it did? you stumble to the door and you’re too drunk to even think about checking who it is before desperately swinging open the door. you are not met with the familiar face of one of your friends, however. instead, you see the face of the boy who’s been haunting your dreams for the past few nights.

“beomgyu?” he looks absolutely devastated, eyes reddened and wet with his face ghostly pale. he reeks of alcohol and he stands almost tremblingly. he doesn’t respond to you, just stares at you with the same intensity that entranced you from the very beginning.

“what are you doing here?” you ask. 

“can i come in? please?” you’ve never been able to say no to him, and you especially can’t in his current pathetic state. you move from the doorway to allow him access and quietly shut the door behind him.

“what do you want?” you try.

“want you,” he sobs, tears finally flowing from his sad brown eyes. “all i want is you.” your heart aches when you see him like this. you thought hana’s reaction was devastating enough, but he looks absolutely wrecked right now, putting her despair to shame, really. 

“i don’t know what to say,” you admit. “we fucked up, plain and simple. and i don’t know how i can trust you after what we did.” you’re not a victim in this, to be clear, but you’re far too vulnerable to accept the heart that he's holding out for you so carelessly. 

“i know, and i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry. what can i do to make you trust me?” he begs. your already soft heart softens even more at his words, but you have to be realistic.

“i… i don’t think i can. if you had just talked to me in the first place things could've been different,” you reason. this only puts the boy in an even worse state. he’s almost wailing now, and he looks to you for comfort.

“p-please, just please. give me one chance,” he cries, looking absolutely frantic. “i’ll prove it to you, just let me.” he reaches for your face and you didn’t even realize you’re crying until he swipes away your tears. well, you’re already going to hell. what’s the point in atoning for your sins now? 

as if he can read your mind, he musters up a shaky smile before leaning in and giving you a chaste kiss. his lips taste salty, but sweet, and he’s kissing you with a passion you’ve never felt before. you almost believe him when he says you’re the only one. almost.

“h-how do i know you’re not going to do the same thing to me?” you ask unsteadily. 

“i would never,” he says immediately. “i would never hurt you.” at least, not like this. but you don’t know that yet. 

-

in the weeks following his drunken appearance at your door, being with beomgyu is even better than you thought it would be. it’s like a switch has been turned back on and he’s back to treating you like a princess, almost like the months since your “breakup” never happened. he randomly brings you flowers, showers you with kisses, and he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you along with declarations of love, which you never directly reciprocate. no matter how well he treats you, though, there’s an underlying sense of unease. you still find it difficult to fully trust him, and he can tell. it’s driving him to the brink of madness trying to come up with ways to show you how much he cares.

you’re in the middle of pensively reevaluating the nature of your relationship with beomgyu for the 100th time when you hear a knock on your door. at this point, you don't even bother checking who it is because you already know it'll be beomgyu. no matter how desperately you wish it were one of your ex-friends, you’re always met with his face, instead. you open the door and you’re shocked, to put it mildly. standing before you is not the beomgyu you know and (probably) love, but hana.

“we need to talk,” she grumbles. almost as if you’re possessed, you let her in without much fuss. is she here to rekindle your friendship? to tell you she’ll forgive you after what you’ve done to her? 

“hana, listen i’m so incredibly sor—” 

“save it,” she says, lifting her hand. “i’m only here ‘cause i have something i need to say to you. it took me weeks to come here because i don’t even wanna look at you.” you gulp and nod, genuinely anxious as to what she has in store for you.

“i’m just going to tell you straight up. beomgyu’s not who you think he is,” she deadpans. 

“w-what do you mean?” if she’s talking about how he’ll eventually betray you, you’ve already thought of that. why she thinks this is news to you, you don’t know.

“listen to me, he planned this whole fucking thing.” what could she possibly mean by that? he planned to get caught by her? that doesn’t even make sense. “i told him i’d be home the night that i walked in on you.” your jaw drops in horror, but she continues as if she doesn’t notice.

“i think… i think he heard us over the phone and knew you’d be there before meeting with jay. he told me he wanted our friends to find out and to see who you’d believe if i told you. whether you believe me or not, i really don’t give a fuck, but it’s true. he said he got what he wanted, so he doesn’t need me anymore.” she chokes on her last words and you can't help but feel sorry for her, but that feeling is overshadowed by the feelings of anger towards beomgyu. you don’t think hana would lie about this. she looks so flustered and heartbroken, you don’t believe for a second that she’s lying just to rile you up. before you can reply, the door opens and beomgyu’s figure appears in your doorway. he has a smile on his face, but it drops lightning fast when he sees who’s standing there.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” he says with a scowl.

“i’m on my way out,” hana mumbles, pushing past him. he doesn’t even attempt to stop her. he registers the mixed emotions on your face and he can guess what she said to you without much effort.

“let me explain,” he says lowly, already heading towards you to placate you like you’re some sort of wild animal he has to coax. and you’re so angry, you might as well be.

“explain what? that you ruined my fucking life?” you spit. he flinches at your tone, even more so at your next words. “what i don’t understand is why? is my life a fucking game to you?” his face crumbles at this. 

“n-no! never!” he sputters.

“then what is this? what’s your reason for planning for hana to walk in us? is this a kink or something?” he shakes his head frantically. 

“you don’t understand, i just wanted it to be us,” he pleads. “i don’t like them. they’ll just try to take you away from me.” 

“take me away from you? beomgyu, i’m not some fucking toy. i’m a person. a person whose life you fucking ruined for no reason!” you exclaim. you’re so frustrated you could cry, so you do. does he not realize how badly he fucked you over? “you promised you’d never hurt me,” you sob.

“i-i did it for us! they wouldn’t care about how we feel… they’d just take hana’s side without even thinking about it!” he argues, grabbing your hands. you want to pull away, but if you do, that means you’ll be completely alone. 

“you didn’t even give them a chance,” you reason. “now it’s really over,” you say between sobs. “i… i could’ve talked to them, but you ruined it!” 

“i just want you all to myself, is that so bad?” he asks, as if he genuinely can't understand why you’re so upset. he’s actually sick in the head.

“why?!” you ask again, ripping your hands from his grasp.

“because i love you,” he says desperately. “i just love you so much. i’m sorry, i’ll never do anything like this again,” he promises. 

“yeah, you won’t,” you reply bitterly. “because i won’t give you that chance.” 

“w-what do you mean?” he asks, lips trembling and eyes red.

“i’m not doing this with you anymore. this whole thing was doomed from the start,” you reply firmly. he shakes his head as if denying it with fervor will undo what you’ve said, tears now flowing freely from his reddened eyes.

“no, p-please,” he cries. “i only did it because i love you so much. ever since i first saw you, i only ever wanted to be with you. i… i know i fucked up, but it was the only way. believe me, please.” your already soft heart is softening even more as you listen to the desperation in his voice. he sounds so lost and scared, as if he really doesn’t know what he’ll do if you tell him no. you briefly wonder if he’s ever heard the words: “no, beomgyu. you’ve gone too far this time.” but as you watch him come undone before you, you don’t think you’ll be able to be the one who tells him no, anyway. 

“i’m giving you one, and i mean one, last chance. if you fuck up this time, i promise you, you’ll never see me again,” you declare. you don't know what you’re expecting, really, but the sight of even more tears streaming down his face is not it. he grabs you and pulls you in his warm and trembling embrace.

“th-thank you,” he cries. “you won’t regret this.” 

“i’d better not,” you mumble. even if you do, you can’t deny the way your heart skips a beat at his pure, unadulterated need for you. even if you do come to regret it, it’s impossible to look at him right now and say he’s not being sincere. he pulls away from you and hurriedly captures your mouth, and as if your next words will take back what you said, he seals them in your throat before you can manage to get anything more out. as the kiss becomes more heated, you feel something hard and angry poking into your stomach.

“already?” you tease. he actually blushes at this.

“can’t help it. need you,” he replies sheepishly. 

“you need me, huh? is that why you’ve been so bad?” you ask, palming him deliciously through his pants.

“n-not bad! just love you so much, couldn’t stop myself.” your temper actually flares a little at this. you palm him more harshly and his breath catches when you do.

“really? but you’ve been so bad, i don’t think you deserve me,” you say menacingly, pulling your hand away. he audibly whimpers at this.

“no, no, no, please! i’ll be good from now on,” he pleads as he grabs your hand and begins to snake it under the waistband of his pants. you let him, but you don’t take his hardened length into your hand like you usually would. instead, you tease the sensitive area around it, even going so far as to ghost your fingers over his balls, but you conveniently avoid giving him any sort of friction or attention, so he’s gasping when you give him a mean and unexpected tug. 

“p-please stop teasing me,” he cries, eyes so beautiful and watery. “i know i’ve been bad, but i can make you feel so good.” he’s right, in a way. you’ve never and will never feel as good as you do when beomgyu pumps into you and shoots his hot load in your pussy, but he’s deranged if he thinks you’ll let him have you so easily tonight. not after what he’s done.

“hmm, i’m not so sure about that,” you hum. you lead him to your bedroom as if he’s hypnotized. you haven’t even let him enter you yet, if you’re going to let him do so at all, but he’s already acting like he’s drunk on you. 

“strip,” you command simply. without any questions or doubts, he eagerly takes off his hoodie and shoves his pants down, stepping out of them and closer to you. it’s sickeningly sweet to see how possessed he is by you. he tries to take your own clothes off, but you smack his hand away. 

“bad boy,” you say, and he whines like a dog. “lay down.” he does what you say, lying completely exposed on your bed as he gives a few pulls on his throbbing cock. “stop fucking touching yourself or you’re not getting anything from me,” you add, and he whines even louder. 

“please touch me,” he begs, cock standing all red and weeping. 

“you don’t deserve it,” you shrug. you take off your pants and he leches at the image of your pussy dripping wet for him, and so soon. all he can think about is how warm it is and how fervently he wants to be in it. he thinks you’re going to sit on his cock, because that would be the most natural course of action, but all you do is lay next to him and pull something out of your nightstand drawer. a vibrator. are you fucking serious? 

“no!” he begs, already knowing how this is going to go.

“you can take what you get from me or you can beat it,” you bite back. that shuts him up. he’s biting his lip, trying not to get scolded again, but he can’t help but whine again when you spread your legs and turn your vibrator on. 

“ah,” you moan as the rubber tip hits your clit. “feels so good.” 

“i’d feel better,” he insists, eyes widened and desperate like a madman. 

“touch yourself,” you say in response. “i'm not touching that dirty cock of yours, so take care of it yourself.” he doesn’t need to be told twice. he immediately spits on his hand and begins to wildly jerk his weeping cock. he whines at the friction. you, however, are so lost in the feeling of the vibrations pulsating throughout your pussy, you couldn’t seem to care less about what he does. this only makes him whine even louder. he’s experiencing pleasure, sure, but the sounds coming from him are exaggerated and theatrical. he’s just trying to get a rise out of you. he just wants you to look at him, is that too much to ask?

you open your eyes at his petulant noise and say your next words so quietly, if he wasn’t paying more attention, he’d miss them. “kiss me.” so he does. the kiss is filthy and nothing more than the tangling of tongues, but that combined with the stimulation on your poor pussy is enough to make you near the edge. 

beomgyu can tell you’re close, and his kisses become even more heated as he abuses his cock under his hand. he’s moaning into your mouth, showing you, in no uncertain terms, just how badly he wants to be in you instead. 

“let me do it,” he begs. “come around me, instead. it’ll feel so much better.” his dirty words break you out of your trance and you annoyedly shut the vibrator off while tossing it god knows where. you tear his hand away from his cock and mount him, teasingly rubbing yourself against him, but refusing to put it in. he whines and pouts, but you’re far too busy trying to get yourself off to appease him. then, as if he’s possessed, he raises his hips and his tip catches on your entrance. you both gasp at his shallow intrusion. 

“p-please sit on it, it hurts,” he asks rather pathetically. 

“i can’t, beomie. you haven’t even fingered me yet — you’ll break me in half,” you say provocatively. he whimpers at the imagery. “and you've been so bad, how can i let you get what you want? you’ll never learn if i do that.” 

“i’ve learned! i promise, i’ve learned! just, please, help me,” he cries, bucking his hips up and holding your waist so hard you’ll know he’ll leave bruises. 

“mmm, i don’t knowwww,” you drawl.

“please!” and with that, you angle your hips and begin to sink on his thick length. the stretch burns and you can’t help but cry out as you feel your pussy enveloping every inch of him mercilessly. he’s in tears when he feels you throbbing around him, pussy stretching to accommodate how big he is. when you finally, finally take him all in, he can’t help but begin to fuck into you wantonly. 

“b-beomie, slow down!” 

“c-can’t! feels so good,” he says, tears streaming down his pretty face. he grabs your waist even tighter and flips you around so you’re lying beneath him. his cock continues to hammer into you and you’re seeing stars. his mouth is open, drool pooling out of the corners of his lips, and he’s moaning out your name like a prayer.

“pussy so good, so perfect,” he babbles. “missed this. missed feeling you like this.” 

“i missed it too,” you admit. 

“wanted you, wanted you for so long,” he continues. you don’t even think he knows what he’s saying, but you can tell he means every word. he reaches to your stomach and presses down where his cock is ramming into you. your eyes roll back at the pleasure that comes with the pressure. 

“my baby could be in here,” he muses. “our baby.” this should scare you into sobriety, but it does nothing of the sort. you find yourself tightening even further at the thought of him breeding you like a bitch. 

“i’ll take care of you, i swear,” he says as he thrusts so hard your head nearly meets the headboard. “i’ll give you everything you need. sh-shit, baby, wanna fill you up so good you feel me for days,” those words in addition to his sloppy thrusts are what send you over the edge. you clench around him and he hisses at how you’re even tighter than usual. you feel his thrusts become even more sporadic and he’s emptying himself into you unceremoniously. as he softens, he pulls out and you wince at the feeling. to your surprise, he moves down to your pussy and begins to lap up all of the cum like a starving animal. then, he pulls you in for one last nasty kiss. 

-

you don’t know if you necessarily trust beomgyu, but it’s hard not to at least try to when he basically prostrates himself in front of you on a daily basis. he lets you walk all over him, really. if you call him, he comes running. if you’re mad or upset, he soothes you. when you’re being unreasonable, he reasons, anyway. you still haven’t heard from your friends, but you’re starting to accept the fact that you never will. he introduces you to his friends, and surprisingly, they actually welcome you with open arms. apparently, they didn’t like hana very much and knew beomgyu always had a thing for you. you’re not sure how to feel about that, but you’re flattered, nonetheless. 

you call beomgyu crazy, and maybe he is, but he always says it's because he's crazy in love with you. you want to playfully smack him when he says such cheesy words, but you're starting to really believe him.

[lunasfics]

Ghost of You - Jason Todd

summary: In which Jason Todd does what he thinks is best, and you’re left to pick up the pieces he left behind.

pairings: Jason Todd x f!reader

warnings: mention of canon typical violence, angst, cursing

word count: 1k

a/n: i would like to apologize in advance for this one 😭😭 i was in an angst type of mood, i hope you like it!! - luna <3

reblogs are appreciated!!

You didn’t sleep most nights. 

Sometimes you felt the ghost of his fingers trailing lazy patterns on your arm the way he used to love to do. Sometimes you’d dream that you were in bed and he was there sleeping next to you. In those dreams you took the opportunity to watch him, memorizing every detail of his face. Every scar. The small movements of his nostrils as he breathed peacefully. You’d remember the feeling of his rough hands holding you so gently. Like he was terrified of breaking you. 

But then you’d wake up to the cold empty space beside you, nothing but unwashed linen sheets filling the space because you didn’t want to wash away the scent that remained. The scent of him. 

Sometimes, when you’d first wake up, still groggy from your slumber, you’d think Jason was in the kitchen fixing up your favorite breakfast. Like he always did on lazy mornings. Only he was never there. Not anymore.

It was stupid. It was so stupid. The way you still thought about him. The way he just gave up. The way he thought he had control over what was best for you. 

And you were heartbroken. But you were also angry. 

So, so angry. 

You’d told him. You’d told him over and over that being with him was your decision, that risking your safety was never even a question for you when it came to being with him. You knew you’d always turn out okay, as long as you had him by your side. 

Yet he never seemed to listen. 

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks of replaying that night over and over in your head. It was torture. 

“Jason-” 

“No. Do not even try to justify anything that just happened Y/n.” 

You paused. He never called you by your first name. Never.  You tried not to focus on it. “I’m not. But you need to know that it wasn’t your fault-” 

“Are you fucking kidding me? Of course it was my fault, do you honestly think Black Mask would just kidnap you for fun? Are you that naive to think that you were not put at risk today because your boyfriend is the fucking Red Hood?” He dragged a hand over his face, he was pacing. His hands were shaky. You could have died. It would have been his fault had he not arrived when he did. 

“I am not naive, Jason. I am a grown woman and I knew damn well what I signed up for when I fell in love with you. I’m not afraid of this. I’m not afraid of anything as long as I’m with you.” 

He laughed dryly, “Bravery and the power of love won't keep you alive, Y/n. I can’t lose you. I can’t be the reason you get hurt.” 

“You never have been and you never will be. Just– Please. I need you to understand that.” Your voice cracked, your eyes welling with tears, what he didn’t understand is it hurt you so, so much to see him in pain. You couldn’t lose him either. And he was constantly risking his life, you’d almost lost him far too many times. 

He turned away from you. He couldn’t see you cry right now. He needed the shred of strength he had left to protect you. For good. 

He turned to you, “I’ve been a selfish piece of shit my whole life. And I can’t– Fuck. I can’t keep putting how I feel first at the expense of your safety. You deserve a normal life. Not whatever the fuck I dragged you into.” 

“Jason. What the fuck are you saying right now.” You didn’t want to believe it. 

He didn’t look at you. He knew the moment he looked into your tear-filled eyes he’d take it back instantly. He’d apologize, bring you you to bed and hold you, peppering your face with sweet, gentle kisses. He’d drag you right back into the cycle he’d trapped you in.

You wished he would. 

“Jason.” 

“I’m leaving, Y/n. You need someone who can take care of you. Who can give you what you deserve. I have to let you go.” 

“Are you shitting me? I want you. No one else. This is not your decision to make.” 

He started walking towards the door. “I’m sorry.”  He refused to turn around, his eyes filling up with tears as he walked further towards the door, his hand on the doorknob. 

“I want you to know that right now, you, Jason Todd, are hurting me more than anyone else ever could.” 

There was a pause before he turned the doorknob, opening it and stepping out. “You’ll survive.” 

That was the last time you spoke to him. 

Over and over. The memory replayed in your mind. Every night you dreamed of him, you dreamed he never left, that he had put aside his own pride and just listened to you. That he had just let you be there for him. 

You had no idea where he was. You were constantly looking at your phone. Constantly. Waiting, hoping that you’d get a call from him, telling you he was sorry. That he wanted to come back to you. That you’d make it work.

But it never came. And deep down, you knew it wouldn’t. 

So every day you tormented yourself with dreams of him. Thoughts of him. Remembering the feeling of his arms snaking around your waist as you made your morning coffee. The feeling of him plopping his tired body onto yours after a long day, running your fingers through his hair as he laid his head on your chest. 

No thermal or weighted blanket provided the warmth and the security that he did. No pillow you hugged felt as comforting as hugging him did. No comedy you watched was as funny as when you watched it with him. No jacket you owned was as warm as the one he would drape over your shoulders while you were out together and it started to get cold. 

You lived with constant reminders that he was gone. Constant echoes of his previous presence. 

You could only hold on to the ghost of him that remained in your cold apartment. 

[fvnalgirlcomplex]

PRETTY ISN’T PRETTY ✸ J. HUGHES

and it begins!! this is irl but also mostly social media au because my tumblr is/was acting up and deleted most of what i had written and.. i’m lazy so!!! reader is referred to as ‘you’ and their looks are talked about but i tried to avoid describing looks… however… reader doesn’t have blonde hair but listen like every nhl fic uses a blonde girl for the fc so. i think its justified!! but sorry to anyone blonde reading lol. i didn’t rlly know how to end this tbh but i hope it’s still good and i hope u like it!! remember that you are beautiful! any negative things said obviously aren’t true :)

warnings: light mention/implication of an eating disorder, insecurities, hate comments, reader gets picked up (lowkey manhandled a little bit), suggestive comments (2), unedited writing

masterlist, series masterlist

fc: olivia rodrigo ( oliviarodrigo on ig )

summary: dating jack wasn’t gonna be easy, you knew that. you just thought him traveling a lot was gonna be the hardest, not being picked apart by his fans.

bought a bunch of makeup,

tryna cover up my face

i started to skip lunch,

stopped eatin’ cake on birthdays

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youruser 22!! shout out to cole caulfield

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colecaulfield thank you for the shout out. I really needed it.

youruser anything for a fan

user19 she’s so cocky omg

yourfriend the cake was so good! you should’ve had some :(

youruser the cake wasn’t very big and i don’t really like cake that much anyways lol glad you liked it though!!

jackhughes ❤️

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user373 at least she chose a blurry pic so we don’t have to see her face lmaoo

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jackhughes birthday girl 🎂

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_quinnhughes haps

youruser damn. not even a full sentence 😔

user14 even his brother doesn’t like her lmao 💀

user298 i hope she knows she’s public enemy #1

user63 bro could do sm better

trevorzegras big! 22! 2️⃣2️⃣

user86 the way she looks at him though 🥹

user7 no..

user329 why are you so miserable

user738 he did her so dirty with the second picture 😭 makeup can only do so much but somehow she looks even worse than i imagined with no makeup

“I didn’t know it was such a big deal—”

“It shouldn’t have to be a big deal, Jack! I asked you not to post it, I don’t understand why you don’t listen!”

Maybe you were overreacting. Maybe you were taking your insecurities out on Jack when it really wasn’t his fault. But, it’s hard to stay calm when you’ve started to hate what you see everytime you look in the mirror, or someone takes a picture of you and that’s when you have makeup on. Words couldn’t describe how gross you feel without makeup on.

“I think you look gorgeous. I don’t know what the issue is.” Jack responded, too nonchalantly for your liking.

“The issue is that I don’t think I look gorgeous so I don’t want it out in the world for all your fans to see.” Jack sighed at your response. He knew what this was about but to him, you the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. He just couldn’t grasp how someone like you could be insecure.

“Y/n…” He said softly, grabbing the sides of your face. The mood in the room had quickly changed from tense to sad as soon as the word fans was mentioned. “You’re stunning. I know you don’t believe me but, you really are. All those comments are from a bunch of teenage girls who are jealous. I know it’s hard to block out but you just have to try ‘cause I wanna show everyone how pretty my girl is, okay?” Jack finished, trying to cheer you up. It didn’t really work to be honest but still, through glass eyes, you looked up at him and nodded before he brought you into a comforting hug.

You wanted to believe him, you really did. But it wasn’t just teen fan girls. It was also grown men. Men your boyfriends age who thought you were just as hideous. They couldn’t have been doing it for the same reasons as the fan girls. They had to have just been being honest, right?

‘cause there’s always somethin’ missin’

there’s always somethin’ in the mirror

that i think looks wrong

when pretty isn’t pretty enough,

what do you do?

You loved spending time with Jack. And you also loved getting to spend time with the people he cared about. But the pressure of looking good before going knowing that pictures would be taken, with or without you knowing, made you want to puke.

You started planning out your outfits far in advance, what shoes, how you’d do you hair, your makeup. Everything. You told yourself over and over again that the outfit is cute. You asked Jack about it and he always reassured you that you would look beautiful in anything and the friends you’d ask say the same thing.

But that still wasn’t enough to stop your brain from making you think everything was wrong. No matter you were wearing, when you looked in the mirror it just looked… wrong. Like something was missing.

“Babe?” Your boyfriends voice came softly through the bedroom door. Jack had invited you to the Devils Halloween Party this year which would be your first New Jersey Devils event. Jack and Luke were wearing matching spider-man costumes with Nico and Dawson who were currently at the brothers apartment. “You ready?” He asked you as he poked his head into the bedroom before fully stepping in, closing the door behind him.

“Yeah, I was just looking for my cat ears.” Lie. You were overanalyzing yourself like you always did before you went out but you knew if you told Jack that he’d feel bad and tell you that you didn’t have to go if you weren’t comfortable.

It wasn’t clear if Jack really believed your lie but he glanced around the room for the headband anyways before finding it on the edge of the bed next to you and placing them on your head for you.

Still sitting on the edge of the bed from when you were putting on your boots before you caught a look at yourself in the mirror, you looked up at Jack, who’s hands stayed on the side of your face after gently placing the headband on you.

Words weren’t exchanged as he looked at you, his thumbs tenderly moving over cheeks. He moved down to place a lovingly soft kiss on your forehead and then your lipstick covered lips.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered against your mouth. You almost believed him.

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njdwag.updates y/n at the halloween party with a fellow wag. she went as a black cat 🐈‍⬛

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theotherwag sweetest girl to ever exist 🩷

user273 jacks like 🥹

user33 is this a safe space?

user649 depends…

user33 i love yn. and i love yn and jack!! they’re so cute and it’s so obvious everyone that hates her is just jealous :/

user472 REAL!!! they claim to be fans of jack but hate to see him happy… like something isn’t adding up??

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user634 wait jack went as spider-man and she went as a black cat?? she’s kinda funny for that

user710 jack probably didn’t want to outright match with her 💀

user845 her standing next to another wag.. this is so sad like jack!! wake up!!

and everybody’s keepin’ it up, so you think it’s you

i could change up my body and change up my face

i could try every lipstick in every shade

but i’d always feel the same

‘cause pretty isn’t pretty enough anyways

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njdwags y/n y/l/n at her colleges football game with friends!

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user968 everytime there’s a picture of her standing next to someone it really highlights how ugly she is LMAO

user263 idk why people hate her sm she’s so pretty

user945 she’s even prettier in person! i met her at the game and she was so nice. it’s so sad to see all the hate she gets :(

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user293 we have class together!! she’s literally so sweet and smart

user683 ugly ass

user78 she chose a college football game over her boyfriends hockey game…

user537 why does she always have her tongue out 💀

and i try to ignorе it, but it's everythin' i see

it’s on the poster on the wall, it's in like every magazine

it’s in my phone, it's in my head, it's in the boys i bring to bed

it’s all around, it's all the time, i don't know why i even try

It’s like you couldn’t stop yourself from reading comments on posts about you. You knew you should ignore but it seemed impossible to ignore at this point.

You knew the comments would be negative like they always were but you always had hope they would be nice for once. And there was nice ones sometimes! But most were so overwhelmingly negative, you couldn’t even focus on the positives.

And it wasn’t just comments either, no. Not anymore at least. Since, you’ve read the comments, it’s like all the negative has leaked out of your phone and into every aspect of your life.

It was when you visited your family over winter break, you had totally forgotten about the posters you had in past years of icons from your childhood. Icons who were so how all skinny or blonde or had stunning blue eyes or all three. The break was supposed to get you away from all that and yet, you still cried yourself to sleep that first night.

Every aspect of life also included you and your boyfriend. You knew before you and Jack had started dating, he was constantly liking other girls bikini pics on instagram. And even though he had stopped doing that, you’d still seen tweets from his fans in the past joking about how he was “always at the scene of the crime” with a screenshot of his like on a picture of the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. And while you tried to ignore it, you noticed of a pattern with all the girls. They looked a lot like the icons from your childhood. Nothing like you.

So now, late at night, when you were supposed to be having quiet and sweet moments with your boyfriend; your boyfriend that you didn’t get to see very often at that! You spent those moments thinking about those stupid likes on those stupid pictures of those stupidly beautiful girls.

And as for you, the comments had really gotten to your head. Even when you weren’t with Jack and you weren’t on your phone or in your childhood room. You still found someone to compare yourself to. It was like some kind of superpower.

and i bought all the clothes that they told me to buy

i chased some dumb ideal my entire life

and none of it matters and none of it ends

you just feel like shit all over again

Was this silly? It feel silly.

This didn’t feel like you but a change was needed.

Jack (and Luke) had been hanging out with the team all day and you had the day off. You had decided to spend the time alone shopping for clothes that you would’ve never worn before this past month and a box of blonde hair dye.

“We’re home!”

Luke’s voice rang through the apartment, snapping you out of your trance that you were in while staring out the box of hair dye taunting you on the bathroom counter.

“Y/n?” Now it was Jacks voice that made its way through the apartment.

“Bathroom!”

You could hear his footsteps come closer to the bathroom door before a knock on the door, hesitating before opening the door before him. He slipped in before locking the door behind him.

“I was gonna jump in the shower if he wanted to join me.” Jack told you, his hands sliding around your waist with his back to the door. Naturally, your hands slipped around to rest behind his neck, forgetting about the hair dye sitting on the counter.

“I think I’m gonna have to pass this time—”

“You’re gonna dye your hair?” Jack cut you off, his eyes focused behind you.

“Oh- Yeah, I just, um, wanted a change I guess.”

Jack didn’t say anything or take his eyes off of the box of hair dye. He didn’t buy it for a second but he just didn’t understand. How could you not see how beautiful you were. Jack had known the comments were bad, he just didn’t realize they were getting to you this badly. He looked back to you, who had a guilty look in your eyes. Jack sighed before moving you over to the counter, placing you next to the box.

“Baby, if you really want to dye your hair blonde, go for for it. But I don’t think you want to.” You couldn’t even look at him. You felt embarrassed that you’d been confronted about how out of hand these insecurities have gotten, even if it wasn’t really your fault. You felt like a child being scolded. “I know we’ve talked about this before but you really have to listen to me this time okay, babe?”

Jacks hand came up to your chin, gently pushing your head up to make eye contact with him.

“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I mean that. All those assholes just want to find someone to hate more than themselves and I’m sorry that dating me has made you a target for that. But blonde hair dye isn’t gonna make them stop. I’ll say something— I should’ve said something sooner but I’ll do it now. Just- Just don’t change for them because they won’t ever be happy. Pretty isn’t pretty enough for them, okay?”

You were crying now. Because you knew he was right and you were upset you had let them drive you crazy. You continued to cry as your boyfriends arm came around your frame. You uttered apologies, not quite sure for what, while his hand rubbed your back.

After a while, your tears stopped and Jack pulled away. “I love you. And I told you, if you really want to go blonde, go for it. I mean, you’ll look hot either way—”

“Jack!”

“Okay, okay. Blonde or no blonde.” He asked with a small smile on his face, holding up the box of hair dye.

“No blonde.”

Jacks smile grew as he threw the box into the trashcan. His hands slid down to your thighs, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“So… can we get that shower now?”

[acciotaitlynn]

Another Xavier fic bc I’m obsessed with this man

⋆˙⟡ I really just started writing fics and yall i’m kinda proud of this one 😭

𓃹 Very loosely based on Xavier’s succumb card

𓃹 Dom xav, possessive xav, xav/reader, female reader, pure smut/little plot, slight exhibitionism, fingering, vaginal sex

𓃹 3,164 words

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Xavier could feel his restraint dangling by the thinnest of threads, ready to snap at any given moment—Ever since you bolted from the table, mentioning something about old friends before darting out of the club to meet two young, cocky hunters he had never laid eyes on, that thread had been fraying.

At times, he found it almost comical— how, before you came along, he’d been so confident in his so-called unshakable composure.

It hadn’t taken you long to shatter that illusion, sweeping into his life like a flash of starlight, awakening emotions he’d never known and feelings that defied his control.

Even in past lives where he walked by your side, you had never affected him like this.

No—only this version of you, his you, had the power to unravel him, the power to leave him completely overtaken by need and a possessiveness that felt almost primal.

You were pinned against the cold granite sink in the bathroom of an upscale Linkon nightclub, Xavier’s firm chest molded to your back, your head tipping back to rest just above his heart.

Your wide, confused eyes reflected back at him in the mirror as you tried to figure out why he had so urgently pulled you from the alley.

Why his usual calm, composed demeanor had shifted into something far more commanding and dominant.

His fingers toyed lazily with your tongue, his gaze never leaving yours as you tried to piece it together, to figure out what you’d done wrong.

As expected, you had no clue, which didn’t surprise him in the least—you never seemed to understand the impact your words and actions had on others, especially on him.

“Did you mean what you said back there?” his voice was calm and steady, so at odds with the tension humming around you that it left you feeling unsettled.

You replayed the exchange with the two hunters in the alley, trying to pinpoint what exactly had pissed Xavier off.

You’d just been doing your thing, handling a situation you’d been putting off— running off some guys who’d been causing you trouble, when Xavier stormed in, lit the place up, and scared the hell out of everyone before dragging you back here.

Irritation flickered in his gaze as his fingers pressed down on your tongue until you gagged.

Through your teary, narrowed eyes in the mirror, you caught his response—a slow, mocking smirk.

Well?” he drawled, prompting you to respond.

“D-did I mean what!?” you choked out, your words slurred and distorted by his fingers.

“In the alley,” he muttered softly, venom in his voice, “you called me ‘just another hunter’ in front of those pathetic friends of yours.”

When the words first tumbled from your lips, he thought he must have misheard you. But no—you kept going, going on about all the hunter friends you knew and how they could provide backup if these guys didn’t back off.

He knew you probably had what you thought was a justifiable reason for lying, but honestly, he didn’t give a damn.

It had been a rough day—taking down an alarming number of wanderers had drained both his energy and patience, and your casual dismissal of him had been a tipping point of sorts.

But, if he were being honest, he was almost glad you’d said something so infuriating, glad you’d gotten him this worked up.

You’d handed him the ideal opportunity to vent all the day’s frustrations, right here on your pretty little body.

His fingers abandoned your lips to wrap around your throat as he smiled down at you.

“If you don’t want to answer, I can always provide some motivation.”

His tone carried a darker promise that his smile didn’t—answer him, or he’d make you.

As his grip tightened, panic surged through you instantly. You’d been on the receiving end of a Xavier interrogation before—you knew just how capable he was of extracting answers from the deepest parts of you, even the things you wished to keep hidden.

“Angh! N-no, Xav! I didn’t mean it—I was making things up!” you gasped out.

His grip loosened, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Sure, I get that. But why? Who were they?”

His tone was so condescending, as if he were humoring a child.

“Just some hunters I crossed paths with during a mission! They attempted to steal the protocores I retrieved. Ever since, they’ve been tailing me, sulking and looking for payback.”

You shoved against him, trying to wriggle free, but it was pointless. His tall frame might as well have been a brick wall.

Grinding your teeth in frustration, you huffed and met his eyes in the mirror, not missing the amused, smug little glint as he took in your struggle.

“Apparently tonight was their big moment for revenge—they tracked me here and cornered me in the alley. Then you showed up, making a complete fool of yourself, by the way! Which, frankly, made me wish my original plan had worked since I lied about who you were to keep you from getting involved.”

Your voice was tinged with irritation—those guys had really pissed you off, Xavier was in one of his moods, and on top of everything, you were starving.

Irritation wasn’t the strongest emotion running through you, though—you held his gaze, trying your hardest not to show how completely turned on you were by his actions.

You could already feel a familiar warmth gathering between your thighs, the dampness a sign that maybe you enjoyed it a little too much when he was like this…

His possessive grip and the heat radiating from his stare had been steadily unraveling you since he pulled you into this room.

You knew exactly what he wanted, and despite your growing irritation with him, you had no intention of resisting.

You could never resist him.

He squeezed your cheeks in his hand, giving your head a small shake, “maybe now you’ll stop trying to hide things from me,” he said, with a tone that suggested such a thing wasn’t even remotely possible.

You yanked your head away, grumbling, “ass,” just loud enough for him to hear.

He chuckled lightly, shifting to the straps of your tank top instead, yanking them down roughly to expose your breasts.

He followed his movements in the mirror as he tugged on your soft nipple, eyes hungrily tracing the bounce of your tit as he released it.

He hummed softly.

“Well, I suppose I can forgive you for sneaking around. You’ve always had a bad habit of not asking for help, so that part doesn’t exactly shock me.”

You resisted the incredibly strong temptation to elbow him.

“But didn’t we talk about the lying already? Sure, sometimes a story needs to be spun, but you do it so often—how am I supposed to know when you’re actually being truthful?”

He tilted his head, giving you an adorable puppy dog look drenched in faux innocence.

You met it with a glare packed with nothing but attitude.

Your day had been just as long as Xavier’s, and those guys had been tailing you for what felt like forever.

By the time he tracked you down in the alley, you were drained, hungry, and thoroughly fed up.

So you’d been more than ready to fight when he pushed you into this bathroom—He hadn’t hidden his anger at all when he found you, his silver brows furrowed and jaw locked tight. You knew he was pissed, and it only fueled your own anger, your energies almost matching.

But when his hand closed around your other breast and his teeth found your neck, any thoughts of resistance slipped away.

Your body melted completely into his, the exhaustion and frustration of the day vanishing from your mind.

Now, there was only room for him—just the way he liked it.

He couldn’t get enough of your body relaxing into his, that perfect moment when you fully surrendered to his control.

You'd gone soft in his embrace now, your body going almost limp as you silently offered him permission to do as he pleased.

A soft laugh escaped him, “surrendering so soon? That doesn’t sound like you. Does this mean you’re ready to accept your punishment?” he murmured, his tone was so low and sensual you could practically feel it brush against your skin.

Somehow, it always led to this,—your body eager to lay bare, ready to give him whatever he desired.

That’s exactly how you felt now, melting like putty in his arms, surrendering to his fantasies to offer him the relief he craved.

Because that’s all they were—fantasies.

On some level, Xavier knew he had nothing to worry about when it came to you, and you knew he just needed an excuse to let himself slip a little.

You were always more than happy to have unintentionally given him that reason.

It wasn’t entirely selfless, though— it hadn’t escaped your attention that whenever he got like this, it always ended with him fucking you senseless.

When he felt you relax into him tonight, offering yourself just the way he liked, it nearly melted away his frustration, filling him with the urge to make love to you slowly rather than carry out what he had planned.

But when you breathed, “I won’t resist. I’ve been a bad girl, Xavier. I deserve to be punished,” your big, honest eyes fixed on his reflection, that raw, primal possessiveness surged to the forefront, pushing everything else aside.

In one swift motion, he had your skirt pushed up and your panties pulled aside.

Leaning back, he hummed in approval at the sight of your cunt, so pretty and wet just for him.

He glided two long fingers through your folds, collecting the sticky wetness and licking it clean with a soft sigh.

Then, without warning, he thrust them roughly inside you, pumping slow and deep, a light squelching sound marking every stroke.

You gasped loudly at the sudden intrusion, your wide eyes finding him in the mirror.

“What? I figured she was good to go, seeing as she’s practically dripping for me.”

His filthy words and the way he acknowledged how effortlessly he could unravel you sent a hot blush spreading through your body.

You turned your head, trying to hide your eyes, but his hand gripped your chin, tilting your face back toward him.

“No more of those crafty little stories now, I see,” his tone was soft, amused, and dripping with cocky confidence.

“I wonder what those guys from the alley are up to now. Are you disappointed? That I’m the one about to fuck you, and not them? The tall one was your type, and with the way you were behaving out there—pretending you weren’t mine—you probably would’ve liked that better, hmm?”

He knew his words were complete nonsense, but Xavier loved the way you responded to his possessive claims—the way your breath caught, your plush walls tightening around his fingers, as you earnestly tried to convince him otherwise.

“N-no, Xav, never!” you gasped, your voice was shaky and barely audible over the noises his fingers coaxed from you as they scissored relentlessly inside your pussy.

“No?” he crooned back, amusement lacing his voice, “yet you didn’t want to tell him about me. Didn’t want him knowing you belong to someone else.”

His next thrust is so sharp, so precise, it nearly crosses into pain. Your nails dig into your palms as you struggle to hold back a cry.

He watches your eyes roll back as your head hits his chest, the sensation of your cunt clutching his fingers sending ripples of pleasure through him.

He knows he’ll never get enough of the way you feel—ever since that first time he was inside you, he’s been completely hooked.

He’s certain your body is the most powerful cure he’s encountered in all his centuries alive—able to fix anything within him.

But he’s equally sure that the dazed, tear-filled look you give him right before mumbling, “m’so sorry, Xav,” is the next best thing.

Literal stars fill your eyes as you gaze up at him, and Xavier feels something inside himself crack wide open.

He suddenly spins you around, lifting you onto the sink, his lips never leaving yours as he hastily unzips his pants and frees his throbbing cock, the tip swollen and glistening with precum.

You watched him closely as he stroked his length, head tilted like a predator sizing up its prey.

“I know you’re sorry, angel. But apologies don’t really fix things, do they? You’re going to have to show me.”

Then he was between your legs, his thick girth slapping against your wet folds, “now, be a good girl, okay? It’ll only hurt for a second,” he whispered, before driving himself into you with a single sharp thrust.

He bottomed out, hands gripping the mirror to steady himself—you felt so good he almost couldn’t stand it.

At this point, you’re barely conscious of anything except the pleasure of him filling you so completely, so you barely register it when he bends your knees, propping your feet up on the countertop beside you so he can fuck you deeper.

You’re a stunning mess— head tipped back against the mirror, mouth agape, legs spread wide as your pussy pulls him in greedily, tits bouncing wildly with each thrust.

To him, nothing compares to seeing you like this—blissed out and utterly intoxicated by him.

His large hands gripped your waist tightly, holding you steady and upright. He couldn’t help but find it adorable—he’d barely started, and you were already so lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered softly, almost to himself, not really intending for you to hear.

But you whimpered, nodding, “your girl,” you echoed with a small hiccup, your delicate voice piercing straight through his heart.

Fuck. How was he supposed to keep up the game when you pulled something like that?

Almost instantly, his frantic thrusts transformed into a deep, steady roll of his hips.

“Shh, it’s okay now. I’m not upset anymore,” he said softly, his voice still carried a hint of the earlier teasing, but the frustration had faded, replaced by something deeper, something needier.

His eyes were glued to your cunt—the way it reluctantly let go of his cock, only to hungrily suck him back in.

And you were so wet, your shared arousal coating the base of his cock and dripping onto the countertop.

Now that he’d slowed his pace, he could fully appreciate the way your wet, silky walls held him tight.

As he pushed back inside you once more, his stormy cerulean eyes locked onto yours.

“Even if you sometimes forget that you’re mine, she doesn’t—feel that?” your pussy let go of him with a soft pop, and he groaned through gritted teeth, “Squeezing me so fucking tight.”

He rolled his hips forward again, voice low and dripping with filth. “She never forgets who she belongs to.”

Part of you wanted to push back against being claimed, but you knew it was pointless.

You were his, in every sense of the word.

So instead you nodded eagerly, like his mindless little slut you knew you were, whimpering happily at his dirty words.

Xavier was lost in you tonight before he even realized it.

He had no idea how long the two of you had been in this bathroom, or whether anyone had knocked, because all that mattered was you—the sound of his name leaving your swollen lips, the sheen of sweat glistening on your skin, his own droplets falling to your breasts, the silken feel of your perfect cunt wrapped around him.

His palm cradled the back of your head, guiding your glazed eyes to meet his.

You blinked up at him sleepily, looking every bit like an adorable little fucked-out bunny.

“Hey, Bun, you still in there?” he teased softly.

You just stuck your tongue out, too lost in how good you felt to bother with words.

He chuckled softly and continued, “I’m gonna fill you up, okay? You’ll take it for me, won’t you?”

His voice was deceptively gentle—just like him.

Your eyes widened, and you nodded eagerly, the plea slipping from your lips before you could stop it. “Please, Xavier—I-I’ll be so good, please give me your cum.”

His answer was a deep groan and a mumbled, “shit, anything for you, angel,” as his hands clamped onto your hips, once again holding you steady while he fucked into your cunt without mercy.

His eyes can’t seem to take in enough of you, darting rapidly from your bouncing tits, to his fingers dimpling your hips, to the way your skin ripples as his body slams against it.

He’s the one who’s a mess now—completely pussy-drunk, his pale hair plastered to his forehead, tiny whimpering sounds spilling from him, his cock leaking so much precum you wonder if he’s already released.

The sight of him—so perfect and utterly wrecked just for you—sends you hurtling toward your own release.

You came fast and hard, shockwaves rippling up your spine as your cunt spasmed uncontrollably around his dick.

The second he felt the first pulse of your orgasm, Xavier was done for.

His hips faltered as he drove deep into you with three final thrusts, thick ropes of cum spilling into you, the sensation perfectly complementing your own release.

But even after he came, he didn’t stop.

He had to keep fucking you, ensuring his cum was buried deep, not a single drop wasted.

Not when it was all for you.

When he finally pulled out, he took a moment to admire you—your body spread out so perfectly for him, your combined releases leaking from your hole that still twitched around the absence of his cock.

You looked like the most adorable, content little fucked-out bunny now, and his heart swelled impossibly with love for you.

After cleaning you up, he helped you down from the sink.

The second your legs wobbled and nearly collapsed under you, he scooped you up and carried you instead.

With your head resting on his shoulder, you mumbled grumpily, “Can we please go home now? I was already hungry before we started, and now I’m pretty much hangry. Plus, my back hurts, so thanks for that.”

Your back really did feel a little stiff from the position he’d kept you in, but mostly, you were just teasing him—you figured you’d earned it.

“How does a warm bubble bath and massages sound?” he asked with a grin.

“Massage. Singular. I’m not giving you one,” you grumbled.

His soft laughter was like a balm as he smiled down at you. “Yeah, I figured,” he said.

The storm that once raged in his eyes had calmed, leaving behind a serene, sky-blue gaze, like the most beautiful day imaginable.

Any irritation you might have felt slipped away as you settled into him, silently wishing you could always be the reason his eyes turned bright and happy again.

[boltwrites]

NEED to know what happens when logan meets your parents for the first time - does he flirt w/ your mom? What do they think about the age gap? Does your dad like him or is he all "nobody's good enough for my princess😤" do they know you're mutants? Giving you full creative freedom to do as you please just give it to me 😭😭

A/N: ok, so since you've given me creative freedom, we have: 20s-ish mutant fem!reader who teaches at the mansion on 10005, old man worst wolverine!logan, the two of you met after the events of dp3 and the relationship progressed from there.

also. this shit has been giving me so many problems. i was really trying to write typical white-picket fence, suburban sitcom-style parents, but honestly? i don't know dick about those type of parents. so you get these assholes instead.

this may actually be one of the worst things i've ever written. i might add a part two at some point, but really i just think this is horrible and want it out of my sight lmao. so here you go.

Your palms were sweaty, your heart racing, as you reached for the doorknob to your childhood home, Logan standing to your side. The last time you'd brought a boy home (and he had been a boy) things hadn't ended well.

Your dad was a traditionalist, you see, and your mom - well, she wasn't one to judge your choices, but you could tell that sometimes when you told her about your love interests, she was holding in laughter. But your dad - he was very vocal about the expectations he had for your partners. He'd never treated you like some kind of princess or prize - oh no. he was a man who saw his children as students of his own knowledge. No matter what your gender, he had taught you how to trim a tree, change a tire, wire a light switch, cook a filling meal - the basics of owning a home and keeping it put together.

Because of that, your parents hadn't often approved of your previous boyfriends. In high school, you'd been too frightened to bring them home. You'd only attended a traditional public school for your freshman year, and the rest of your time spent at Xavier's you'd been far too worried about your dates accidentally exposing themselves as mutants to justify introducing them to your parents. They weren't anti-mutant, per-say... but they certainly weren't supportive, and you didn't want to put even your prom date through that.

As you grew older (graduated college, was hired on as a teacher at the mansion instead of a simple student), you came to understand the reasons why your parents were so discerning as to your choice in men. Your mother's stoic judgment wasn't meant to be mean - she just wanted you to choose a man for more than just superficial attraction, to think of the bigger picture. Which, you'd been blissfully unaware of, as a teen. Your father's traditionalism wasn't rooted in outdated gender norms - it was simply connected to the fact that he wanted your partner to be able to support both you and your household in a significant way. That's why he was always harping on picking a "real man" - not some newfound conservative bullshit, but the simple understanding that sometimes men tried to do the bare minimum, and that he knew you deserved so much more.

And Logan, well. He could certainly support you. He was unlike any man you'd ever dated. He didn't have any social media you had to worry about - no feed or "for you" page filled with scantily clad women and sexist messaging disguised as finance advice - only a stupid flip phone he refused to text you on. He was helpful, attentive, affectionate - even despite the trauma you'd both experienced as mutants. You understood that his struggled has affected him far more than your had, that he still needed to heal - and even though that strained your relationship at times, you knew he cared, knew he tried - so you fought for it. That was something you couldn't say about your previous boyfriends.

Plus, you knew he could handle your weirdass parents.

"Nervous?" He'd asked you, when you asked him if he wanted to meet your parents. You'd given him a side-eyed look as you posed the concept, like you were giving him an out to decline.

"I mean, kind of?" You responded, hesitant. All he did was chuckle, smirking at you.

"What, am I gonna pull up to your dad cleaning his shotgun in the garage?"

"Honestly? Maybe, but that's not what I'm worried about," you admitted, fidgeting. "It's... it's hard to explain. I guess the closest thing is that they're - funny? Like - they'll make fun of you. My dad - he makes all of these horrible inappropriate jokes, like, all the time, and my mom is just really sarcastic, and she seems super judgmental because of it, but really, she's just being funny."

Logan just looked at you, one eyebrow raised. "

What?" You asked. You'd expected more from him. But he just snorted.

"Babe, I've been stuck in the void with Wade-fucking-Wilson. I'm not scared of your parents."

So, you took a breath, offered Logan one last "brace yourself-" and pushed open the door. Immediately you were met with the smell of something cooking - you recognized it immediately as one of your dad's signature dishes, sizzling on the stove.

"Hey, we're here!" You called out, you tried to usher Logan in and up the stairs of your split-level, but he insisted on closing the door behind you - and the shitty screen door that had been around since before you were born made a horrible shaking, scraping metal sound as it bounced along the concrete of your porch. Ah, the sound of home.

"Hey, you!" Your dad called, poking his head out of the kitchen. "What're you- hey, ho! Who's this?" He gestured to Logan with the spatula in his hand, and your face immediately reddened.

"Dad, this is Logan."

"Hey," Logan nodded in greeting, and your dad made a little shocked noise.

"Logan? Who's Logan?"

"Jesus Christ-" you huffed it under your breath, and Logan tried to stifle a chuckle. "He's my boyfriend, remember?"

"Boyfriend?" Your dad's voice pitched higher. "That motherfucker looks older than me!"

Well. There was your dad getting right to the point, as per usual.

"I am," Logan replied, and you fucking elbowed him in the ribs.

"No mutant shit - they don't know," you hissed a reminder, and he rolled his eyes.

"Hey - you see this guy, Nikki?" Your dad called to the dining room.

Your mom sighed - unlike your dad, she had some kind of decorum, and had the decency to shoot him daggers before she met you and Logan at the top of the steps.

"It's nice to meet you, Logan," she greeted him - you could tell that she was fighting the all consuming urge to shoot you a look or make a joke about this whole thing. She was trying so hard. It was like that scene in Who Framed Roger Rabbit with the shave and a haircut song.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked. "Since you're clearly old enough-"

It was like some demon forced her to spit out that line. You snorted, had to shake your head. This was a mistake.

"What do you have?" Logan asked instead, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, smirking at the whole situation. It was like he lived to see you embarrassed.

"Water, coke, iced tea -" she listed off.

"My dad's shitty beer," you added, and Logan's brow raised.

"Hey! Busch is good beer!"

"No the fuck it is not," you replied, because he didn't even drink the light stuff.

"I don't care, I'll take the beer," Logan cut in, and your dad wagged a finger at him.

"Yeah! I'll get you one - it's good shit, man. Somebody watch the stove."

Oh good lord. There he goes. Logan shot you a look - lip quirked into a little smile, before your dad clapped him on the shoulder and hauled him towards the stairs.

That just left you. And your mom.

She looked at you. You looked at her.

"Well?" you asked, stepping up to take your dad's place at the stove to watch the food. Your mom shrugged in response.

"Well, what?"

"Aren't you going to ask me about him - make some weird comment about his age? I mean - now would be the time," you hedged. You just hated this weird aura surrounding you all. How it felt like she had so many questions to ask, but was holding them all back.

"Obviously I can tell he's old," your mom replied. "It's not really a discussion. Is there something we do need to talk about?"

You knew what she meant. Were you safe with him? Were you happy? Did you bring him here to meet them because you needed help, not because you wanted to share your happiness with them?

Some people might find that sort of implication unthinkable, or rude to address - but you knew your mom. She watched a lot of true crime. She just cared about you.

"No," you replied, with a sigh. "I-I really like him. He's a good man. He actually - he knows how to be a man, if you know what I mean. How to take care of himself. I don't know - I didn't realize how important that was until I met him."

You mom nodded. Her arms were crossed, and she wore her typical resting bitch face, but you could tell she understood what you meant.

"Well. Hopefully your father doesn't shoot him."

[angelsdxmise]

ORPHIC

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when Bakugou is paired with a girl that’s not spared a glance for a project, he wants to explode. Why does his mind keep going blank when he looks at you then?

Contains: g/n reader, profanity, midoriya trying to be ur friend 😭. if I forgot anything, tell me please ❤️

a/n: oml 2.3k words. doesn’t seem like much but this is actually my longest fic and im debating a pt 2.. btw, send requests please! 💕

PART TWO

Monotone. Dead. Bored. Creepy?

When Bakugou thought of you, he thought these four words exactly. Unable to even recall the last time you smiled, laughed, or even spoke really. 

Not like he found any interest in you. He didn’t think of you on the daily, which is why he let out a groan at the announcement from Aizawa, saying you two would be paired for a research project on each other's quirks.

Which means you two are required to talk. Adding onto that, today was the only day you could work in class since there was no time or reason to put project hours into valuable class time.

“You have 10 minutes before the next bell. Go meet up with your partners, and no, I am not switching anyone.” Aizawa grumbled in his constantly tired state, slumping down in his sleeping bag and knocking himself out.

Bakugou huffed as he spotted Kirishima and Kaminari throwing a thumbs-up his way, smiling and winking at him. He was already thinking of how to kill them but set it aside as he made his way over to you.

Uninterested is an understatement. All you did was stare at your notebook with your head resting on your palm. Occasional sighs came out if anyone was lucky that day.

Bakugou took the seat in front of you and faced you in his chair. “L/n, are you dead or something?” Fury built up inside of his head as you didn’t even spare him a glance.

He slammed his palm against the desk, and you flinched at the sound, finally looking straight at him. Of course, it filled his ego in the slightest when he scared someone. “Meet me at my dorm at 5:30. Don’t be late, extra. I’ll tell Aizawa you’re slacking if you even dare giving me extra crap.” He grunted. 

“Ehh.. mkay.. I guess.” You muttered. Your eyes turned away from him and looked out the window as if you just wanted to get this over with. It wasn’t necessary to look at Bakugou anyway, you could feel the wrath coming from him. Did I just make him more mad?.. What did I say? You pondered as you avoided his hellish and terrifying gaze to say the least.

Bakugou scoffed before he could get to screaming at you for no reason. He stood with his hands in his ridiculously baggy pants and sulked away as you sighed and thanked your guardian angel.

Unfortunately, 5 came faster than you had thought. You wanted to cry as you put your face in your pillows, really not wanting to deal with someone like him.

He was unfit for you. You distanced yourself from everyone for a reason, there’s too much noise, unnecessary excitement, and a waste of your time. These were the things you thought to justify your actions.

The truth was, you wouldn’t be lonely if you chose to. The most insistent ones were Mina and Hagakure, a friendship that you believed the devil brewed up in hell just so they could annoy the absolute shit out of you.

They did seem truly disappointed when you continuously declined their advances.

I guess I do feel a little bad..

The clock hit 5:24, and you groaned as you sat up in bed to grab your laptop and notebook, stuffing it in your bag. You let out a strained sigh and made your way to his dormitory.

You hesitantly raised your fist up to the door, quickly knocking and awaiting a response.

Is he not here? you stared at the door, a bored expression on your face although you wanted to rip all your hair out at what was lying on the other side.

 

“Door’s open.” A raspy voice came from within. The handle turned and you were met with Bakugou and his materials to get the project done sprawled out on the bed. You felt like a lost puppy.

“Are you gonna stand there or work on this?”

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you took skittish steps toward his bed. You carefully moved a few things out of the way and put your back against the wall, and took your laptop and notebook out. You nearly died when you forgot your pencil and came to the conclusion that you’d have to ask for one.

It’s just a pencil.. I’m fine, right? Oh god.. I’m gonna jump out the window. You sprawled deeper into your demise. A voice snaps you out of it and you realize sweat is forming on your hairline. “I already added you to the slides. You’ll do the bottom half and I’ll do the first including the introduction. Got it, extra?” 

“Sure..” You gulped, taking a deep breath. He wouldn’t get mad at you for just a silly pencil, right? Surely that’s ridiculous.

“By the way, do you have an extra pencil? I kinda forgot mine just cause—” You felt something hit you right in the forehead, thankfully on the eraser side. “Are you kidding? Can’t even bring a pencil. I’m failing this for sure.” He growled, a hint of malice in his tone as he glared at you.

“It’s just a pencil.. relax.” You shot back at him.

“Don’t tell mE TO RELAX!!” 

“Oh my god, you’re turning red from how angry you are.” You snickered. Why are you entertaining this? “I know practically enough about your quirk, so I’m clear for my slides. No help needed.”

“Hah? How? I’ve never spoken to you a day in my life.” He asked. A bead of sweat glided across your cheek as that was one of the worst questions he could’ve asked.

What actually happened was that you had asked Midoriya for his notes on Bakugou. Truthfully, you thought you had said, “Hey Midoriya, can I see your notes on Bakugou?” but you assumed that Midoriya must have thought you were going to stab him to death if he didn’t give you what you wanted, due to how monotone and serious your tone and voice was.

You debated between saying Midoriya or no reason at all. If you went with the second option, he would probably think you're a stalker. You cared about your reputation even if you didn’t have many people around.. which made people assume things about you without anyone telling them what was true or not.

“Don’t get mad because I know he’s your absolute nemesis. Midoriya gave me his notes on your quirk and how it works.” You muttered out, a little stammer in your voice as you realized Bakugou was giving you an, “I’m going to kill you and that damn nerd” look. 

Your eyes wandered away from his as he tried to keep his cool when he realized he was staring a little and observing you.

You did have emotions and weren’t a robot. In fact, you were kind of charming. You were expressive when you spoke to someone too. He blinked out of his trance when he saw you take your notebook and open it to underline the most important details about his quirk. 

“Are you gonna explain your quirk to me or not?” He growled, trying to forget the fact he was just crushing on you for a moment.

You fought back a dramatic sigh “Right..”

You stretched your back and cracked your knuckles as you came to a realization.

What time even is it?

You look down to the corner of the screen. 7:42 PM. Good enough. I’m not surprised we haven’t talked for 2 hours despite the fact we’re sitting next to each other.. You close your laptop and it seems to bring Bakugou’s attention to yourself. 

“What’re you doing? There’s still more work to be done, extra!” He hissed, a deadly look sent your way. “I’m.. leaving? We’ve been at work for over 2 hours straight.” 

“And?” Bakugou toned down a little suddenly. Wait, why the hell am I trying to get this random to stay? He thought.

“And I just so happen to have the desire to leave, so bye.” She quickly got up and closed the door while leaving before he could protest further. 

A sigh of relief left your lips upon being free from his room. God, talk about being nervous. You walked back to your room, set your bag aside, and flopped face-first on your bed. 

You rolled over and could feel sleep creeping upon you, and you accepted it although you realized you hadn’t changed into your pajamas. Oh well, tomorrow was the weekend anyway.

The sun rose and you could hear the birds singing a familiar tune, as they did every morning. Light peeked through your drapes as you let out a tired groan. You could hear the chatter of your classmates downstairs. A yawn left your lips as you sat up to stretch your back.

Deciding between passing out again or showering and starting your somewhat lazy day, you choose to freshen up and wear pajamas for your day. You wanted to finish the project quickly so you could have the rest of the day to not worry about due dates or grades, so you decided to tinkle your slides a bit on your own time.

You also worried about Bakugou’s aggression and malice while drying your hair some more. “Wonder who put a stick up his ass.” You chuckled to yourself as you applied your skincare.

Your classmates didn’t seem to spare you much of a glance when you walked into the kitchen, as per usual. You did want it this way, right? Even if it hurts you a little when you realize they were spending time together. Even if it hurts when you realize they made breakfast for everyone.

Bakugou, Asui, and Koda weren’t downstairs but you had seen leftovers for them on the counter with their names on it.

You did not find yours, and when you realized a bit of embarrassment dared to show on your face. As you were sulking off to spend your day in your dorm, bored, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“L/n?” 

You turned around and were met with Midoriya's face as he held a plate of food. Wonder what he needs me for. “Yeah..?”

“I saw when you were coming down since you came a little after I did, and the class left me some of the food but I wasn’t really hungry and didn’t see any out for you so.. are you uh.. hungry perhaps?” Midoriya stammered out with a small smile. You had the tiniest smile on your face. 

“Sure I am. Thank you.” You chimed. You never would’ve thought Midoriya was paying attention. But, that’s what he did right? He paid attention to every little detail. What you and Midoriya had both failed to notice was when Bakugou came down to get food and was staring directly at you from where he stood with his friends.

He felt a hint of jealousy at the sight of Midoriya being able to get you to smile. A small hint of regret at not coming down earlier and being the one to offer food. But, Bakugou doesn’t do that nice crap. It’s a waste of time.. right? So…

Why did he start to get a desperate desire and drive to make you smile like that at him? To show any sort of emotion? And why is it that he wanted the specific emotion to be happiness?

Walls of anger dissipated when he looked at you. He was staring. Again. Have you always been this enchanting? You made him question his thoughts. No way he was falling for some extra who barely even had emotions.

He didn’t know if you were opposites or similar in some ways. 

He snapped out of his trance once again, attempting to focus on the conversation his friends were practically begging for him to join. You started walking away a little while after having a little chat with Midoriya. 

And boy, did he look really happy after he spoke to you. Bakugou has never felt more.. irritated. Midoriya was getting another thing that he wants. Another accomplishment and doing something Bakugou can’t dream of doing.

God, what was he saying? Why was his mind so hyper-focused on you?

Little did he know, you’d been sweating because you could feel his eyes practically burning your flesh away. You had to admit to yourself, you were growing to enjoy Midoriya's presence after that meeting.

He sighed and dismissed his friends as they groaned and Sero barked out a “Did you really think he cared?” as he left for his room.

Finally, upon his arrival, he closed the door behind him and sat on his bed, lost in his thoughts. He thought of how you would be in fact, meeting later today. A growl left him as he denied his emotions. Of course, he could never care for some extra who just so happens to be attractive and in the same class and just so happens to be similar to him in a way.

Of course not. A waste of time is all it is. He doesn’t have time for you. 

Right?

7/4/24 ~ Thank you for reading, please consider reblogging/liking/following, or if you want a pt. 2. 🫶🏽

[fictionwifey]

Tighnari has sensitive ears

Tighnari headcannons because I have sensitive ears too :3 (ONESHOT HERE) masterlist

TW/CW: not good at writing smut hcs 😭, language, p in (hole) sex, fingering, biting/hickies, idfk what else sorry 

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Tighnari has sensitive ears, so certain sounds irritate him

When you drop things and it’s loud it scares him 

If you’re being kinda recklessly loud he gets really annoyed which is justified because it hurts his poor ears :<

He tries to stay calm but it gets old fast, he loves you he really does but like. stop

“[Y/N]! Can…can you stop doing that please?” (Not my notes app trying to tell me how to write 😤)

If you chew gum or food, it also sometimes gets irritating to him

He loves 8D music like in headphones guys

He also won’t admit it immediately if you ask for some reason? but he enjoys ASMR

Like tapping or typing and sometimes scratching and brushing and stuff 

when you just whisper to him that you love him or something at night omg he’s just like 💗 “I love you so much [Y/N].”

(Anyway like I said before I made these because I also have ears that adore ASMR and are kinda sensitive but I love fireworks and loud sounds too)

and that’s the thing

Tighnari does not love loud sounds, for the record, he hates them

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…there are some loud sounds he likes

He *LOVES* your whimpers and moans i cannot emphasize this enough

especially when they’re of his name

Okay seriously he loves when you stimulate his ears

sweet, heavenly sounds are falling from your parted lips

especially when his fingers curl into that spot perfectly, you let out the most ethereal whorish moan

the only sounds in the room are both your moans, the wet sounds of sex, and  Tig whispering sweet praise in your ear

once he’s inside you, your hole tightens around him so well

he can’t help but go rough, not that you mind

he bites up your neck and thighs during all this

Cyno has a few questions tomorrow at breakfast

Should I make a oneshot out of this?

[ckret2]

Hey, I've been off for a while so I don't know if anyone's asked you this before or not, but I need some help with writing and you're the only smart person I could think of right now... 😭

How can you come up with such great plot ideas?? Like, how can you just come up with a plan and go like "yeah that's gonna happen because he did this to do that." How tf do I even word that? Like, for example, when Bill escaped the mystery shack so Ford wouldn't oof him for good. Like you came up with such a complex yet amazing plan for how they could escape. WHY ARE YOU SO SMART GIVE ME YOUR BRAIN POWER. I had the thought that it took you a while, like maybe years to plan something like this. Idk for how long you were planning on starting this fic, but as someone who wants to start their own manga, and is also heavily inspired by bungo stray dogs, I need help cause I suck at writing. I'm only good for midly funny jokes and somewhat good art (but I have time to improve on that.) Also I'm sorry if this does not make sense 😭 idk how else to word it...

Honestly... the answer is "I come up with plots by spending a lot of time thinking about them" LMAO.

specifically for that plot arc? I sorta came up with it in three phases, a few months apart. Simplifying pages & pages worth of discord chats:

Phase 1 was "well OBVIOUSLY the humans initially want Bill dead right? And OBVIOUSLY Bill wants to escape right? So it would only make sense to have a plotline where they're ready to kill him and he has to escape. Either he can succeed by himself... or, maybe some of the humans change their minds and don't want him dead. That'd show some major character development. That might be cool for the end of the fic."

Phase 2 was "I have two ideas that would make for a REALLY cool dramatic ending of the fic, either Bill's escape or [BIG SECRET], which is cooler? Definitely [BIG SECRET], that's DRAMATIC, that's HUGE, that's GOING PLACES. But the character development from him escaping would be really big. How do I have both?

"Maybe have him escape early in the fic... And I can use Bill trying to escape as the inciting event to give him more freedom to hang out in town, which is a huge goal of mine that needs to happen as early in the fic as possible. But then I'd need to justify why he'd come back.

"Maybe Mabel helps him escape; and then finds out no one wants to hurt him anymore and pleas with him to come back; because them sparing him would be huge character development on their part, but BILL coming back because MABEL ASKED would be even BIGGER character development on his part. But I also want Ford to have a turning point here too. Maybe he also helps with the escape somehow? Maybe it's a SURPRISE that he helps, and that's why the situation has changed enough that Mabel asks Bill to come back. So he's coming back for both of them. Now I just need a reason for Ford to change his mind."

Phase 3 was "while plotting other plots I came up with the reason why Ford no longer immediately fears Bill might kill them all AND a reason why Ford might think Bill has a chance of changing for the better. Now I just need to make up the details of how Bill escapes, what he does while he's out, etc etc. shrinking flashlight, excuse for mabel to leave town, excuse for her to stop BEFORE she leaves town to set Bill free, where's Bill go that keeps him in the area, if his choice is between miserably camping or going back to the shack then there's no emotional impact if he chooses to go back when he knows it's safe, so what can I do to make leaving seem as appealing as possible to Bill so it hits harder when he stays solely for friendship..." this phase was the easiest part.

I didn't start plotting this fic at all until after I made this post. These three phases all happened from like late spring 2023 to I think fall/winter 2023. I don't remember when I plotted phase 3, except that it was AT LEAST before I started posting the locked bathroom plot—because I had Mabel win concert tickets and mentioned her using the size-changing flashlight specifically to set them up for the escape plot.

So, looking at the above? Here's my advice, with more examples from how I do my own ploting:

— Know your character goals, before everything else. "I want the characters to want Bill to stay alive." "(which means I want them to stop hating him AND stop fearing him AT LEAST enough that execution seems like a worse choice than captivity)." "I want Bill to decide he wants to stay near his new friends more than he wants to run off and do evil." "(If this is early in his character development, the power of friendship won't be enough to convince him to stay; so I also need to come up with some evil he can get up to without leaving town.)" "I want Bill to get more freedom to move around the town because half my ideas depend on it." "I want Bill to befriend Mabel." "I want Bill to hook up with Ford." "I want Bill to keep trying to get back into his body no matter what." Etc.

— Usually, you don't come up with plots by going "what would be cool?" and trying to pull ideas out of thin air. You come up with plots by going "what do I want my characters to go through emotionally?" (becoming friends, learning to feel remorse, trying to change forms, etc)

... and then going "well, what kind of thing would need to happen to make that happen?" (To become friends, the two characters need to do things together that make them like each other—which means I need to come up with events that would show each of them why the other's likable, and if need be I need to come up with an excuse to FORCE them to participate in that event together)

... and THEN going "so what physical circumstances do I need to engineer to make that happen?" (Mabel befriends Bill by trying to help him feel better. Why's he need to feel better? He hates his body. How is this hatred expressed (and it needs to be a way Mabel can do something about)? Maybe he'll give himself a shitty haircut. How can she help fix it, it could take years for him to regrow that hair? Well... let's make up a magical way to instantly regrow hair. What's silly enough?)

You take your character goal and then specifically craft something cool around it.

— if you DO happen to come up with a random cool event first... remember what your character goals are. And go, "how would this event serve those goals? What can I put in this event to push one of my other objectives forward?

— when you're working on one part of the story, you always remember what you wanna do in other parts of the story.

When I was plotting early events in the fic, I knew that before the escape plot Ford needed to stop fearing Bill would kill him—and I decided the only way that could happen would be if Bill saved Ford's life, with NO benefit to himself, at great personal risk, knowing it would make his own situation worse, for no reason except that Ford would continue to live—and that seed grew into the entirety of the eclipse arc.

When I had Ford make indirect contact with Bill's cult at the crystal shop and I asked myself what the payoff could be from that event, I also knew I'd need something to tempt Bill to leave town in the escape plot—so that became the cult's role in the fic.

When I needed something silly for Mabel to do in town to prevent her from coming home and finding Bill locked in the bathroom, I already knew I'd need a reason for her to leave town for a couple days to disguise Bill's escape—so I had her win concert tickets in Portland.

When I was writing Bill having his mini emotional breakdown in chapter 39, I already knew I'd be writing a series of flashbacks where Soos thinks over all the terrible things Bill's been through—so when I wrote Bill trying to avoid going outside during the eclipse, I wrote in Bill giving Soos info that would help protecting the townsfolk.

When I wrote the beach episode, I already knew that in future chapters I want Robbie to try to recruit Bill into his emo band, and I want Bill to develop a complex vicarious worship relationship with the local teens' ironic Bill cult—so I had the goth half of Wendy's friend group swing by to have a positive reaction to his pyramid bricks sunburn and let him try to present himself as a fellow goth kid.

When I wrote the summerween plot, I already knew Mr. What's-His-Face gets a plotline way later in the fic—so I used summerween as an excuse for the Trickster's and Mr. WHF's mutual friends to swing by and foreshadow Mr. WHF's eventual arrival.

Any time you have a gap in the story, you fill it by asking yourself, "Well, what's something I want to do later in the story that I haven't set up yet?" and stuff in something that pushes forward one of those goals.

Or, tl;dr: I come up with plots by spending a lot of time thinking about them.

[majinbangus]

What happens when soap's on again and off again gf finds out he got someone else pregnant? And do you think she would try to keep him from his children and reader?

Also I hope Soap tells his mom and she chews him out for not being better to reader 😭 (I also want Soap's mom know already that she's going to be a grandma to twins and just kept it from Johnny for reader's health too.)

i struggled with this one, but it turned out hopeful in the end i hope its good

"What're you doing here?"

You don't know what hurts more: the way he said that as if he doesn't want you there (which he probably doesn't; you don't want to be there, either, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less), or the apprehensive look he doesn't bother masking. He's never really been one to hide his emotions, but would it have killed him to pretend to be on amicable terms with you for at least a couple of hours? Dumbass.

"I'm doing great, MacTavish, thanks for asking." You go for an overly friendly inflection, but anyone listening in would be able to hear the biting undertone in your sarcasm. "How have you been? Wonderful, you say? That's absolutely grand. Glad to hear it. Truly, thank you for taking the time to welcome me into your home."

You attempt a smile, but from the way Soap's expression pinches at it, it more than likely comes off as a poorly veiled scowl. You can't bring yourself to care. You're more focused on keeping yourself from breaking down, rubbing your hand almost obsessively over your belly, trying to calm yourself with the soothing motion. Soap looks down at it, face flashing with something. You're tempted to call it regret. Whether that's for knocking you up or for hurting you just now or something else entirely, you have no clue. He clenches his fists.

"... Does my family know that you're... that I'm..?"

That's what he's concerned about? Fucking prick. You're half-tempted to announce it to his whole family now. You didn't even want to be at his family gathering in the first place, but Mrs. MacTavish insisted, and you adore his mother (so much so that you’re afraid of her, too). It's been months since you last saw all the MacTavishes in person (for obvious reasons), and you know if you refused another invitation, the woman, though getting up there in age, would've dragged you to the party herself.

You rub your belly a tad faster, and his eyes dart down to the anxious movement again. "No, MacTavish, your family does not know you got me pregnant, so you can stop worrying. I... wasn't planning on telling them. Not now, at least. Or ever. I don’t know. I’m still thinking about stuff."

Perhaps it's the right call, perhaps not (it most likely isn’t), but the tension that visibly leaks out of his body offends you. 

"That's... probably for the best,” He exhales slowly.

“For you or for me?” You snark and he at least has the decency to wince.

“Hen… Princess–”

“Don’t call me that.” You curl your lips at him, teeth bared. A bitter kind of hurt grinds within your chest. He only called you that once before. For one night. It meant nothing to him, but everything to you. “Don’t pretend to care; you never called back to talk like we agreed. You’re such a prick, MacTavish.” 

“You never reached out, either,” He shoots back with a defensive frown that doesn’t feel justified. “And I have a reason for not calling back earlier…”

“Was that reason your girlfriend?”

His silence is telling.

You scoff with a derisive laugh. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Hey, it’s not like that,” He tries to protest, but you remain staunch in your acrimony. 

“Sure, it’s not.” You roll your eyes. “If it isn’t anything else, then what is it?”

“We,” Soap hesitates, breaking eye contact to focus on where your hand is on your stomach. He swallows, rephrasing himself. “After our phone call, I brought up what happened between us… Tried to explain what happened… Communicate with her since that was always a problem we had.”

“And?” You prompt after he falls silent for a few seconds, though you think you can predict where this story is going.

“She didn’t take it well.” He continues, “We’ve been fighting about it. Trying to come to a compromise, but she’d rather I cut contact with you.”

“You… don’t want that?” You smother any bit of hope you feel. You have to.

He doesn’t answer the question verbally, merely shaking his head. It doesn’t feel like a good enough response, but you can’t push him on it because then he’s talking again. “We’re not wanting the same things. Every conversation about it–” about you “–turns into an argument, and we’ve decided to…”

“Go on a break?” You fill in, but he shakes his head again, avoiding your gaze.

“I think it’s permanent this time.”

Oh. That’s… skeptical. After years of watching them go back and forth, it’s hard to believe the permanence of their breakup. You wouldn’t be surprised if that changed as soon as next week, or even tomorrow. But maybe it’s true this time. Maybe they won’t reconcile. If that’s the case, you are glad he’ll be out of such an exhausting relationship, but you won’t let yourself believe he’ll develop feelings for you. 

“I’m sorry,” You offer instead and Soap chuckles humorlessly.

“Do you mean that?”

“I don’t, but I know she was important to you.” Probably still is, but you won’t dwell on that. “I’m still upset with you, though.”

He chuckles again, a little more genuinely this time. It’s almost enough to make you smile. Almost. “Aye, I know. I deserve it.”

“You do.” And maybe a slap. A cathartic slap. Perhaps not for him, but it might do you good. “And you’re still a prick, but now that you’re not… occupied… Can we figure everything out?”

It’s small, but you can’t help that spark of hope that blooms in your chest at the soft smile he gives you.

“I’d like nothing more, Princess.”

(His mother heard the whole thing. She’ll discuss it later with the both of you. But for now, she’ll stay out of it and let you two work it out before getting involved. She just hopes her idiot son doesn’t mess things up with you. 

She much rather prefers you over his ex, after all.)

[ohno-the-sun]

Spoiler heavy fnaf ruin dlc rant up ahead

I am so fucking proud of steal wool they really took every criticism from the original game and fixed it and even added more

Like Cassie actually acts like a human being?? And like her knowledge of the original characters and cute little comments on every item are so endearing there is so much detail going into this.

The fact that they expanded on one of the fan faves Roxanne and giving her a great arc I’m in love I’m so happy

They honestly gave more depth to all the animatronics too like we finally see Bonnie’s design and get and get a taste as to what happened, also that poster Freddy gifted him I’m crying they are so cute and gay I love them

😭😭😭

Also the whole dark ride section with Monty is so fascinating like is that narrative kind of true or is it just fabricated by fazbear inc to cover up the decommissioning of Bonnie

Why replace Bonnie with Monty?? Why not make a new Bonnie model?? With the prototype label on Freddy it may be confirmed that they make multiple models (well we already kinda knew that with Freddies comments but oh well)

Also Freddy?? Like is that our Freddy or a different one?? They very clearly highlighted the prototype label so they want to emphasize it, but then the head is still missing like in the princess quest ending so what is the truth??

Feel bad for chica fans tho she really was sidelined hard

Aaaaa and my baby boys!!! There’s 3 now aaahaga

I was really not expecting eclipse to be the way they were, very… normal? Is that the right word?? Like obviously a little delusional on when the daycare is gonna open again, but in the right mindset of like this child needs to leave this place is not safe. It is interesting to me that both he and Roxy thought that it was Cassie’s birthday, maybe that was the last day before she left the plex? Or maybe that was the day the plex caught fire? Or maybe most depressingly we are playing on Cassie’s birthday so the animatronics have it in their systems what her birthday is and wish her a happy one (if they are in the right state of mind lol)

Some peeps are upset moon is a little too villainous

I think you can still say it was mainly the virus but I would argue even if it’s not the virus I feel like moon is kinda justified here. Like sun has been shutting him away for a long time before this (if the books are to be believed but also in general) so when he finally gets a chance to roam free of course he’s gonna take it. And idk about u but if my alternate personality was constantly trying to shut me out and I finally got control, I probably too would try and keep my control for as long as possible. Also from what I have seen so far, not even moon is all that aggressive? Like he grabs you at the beginning, but I think that’s just his very ineffective way to get kids to sleep and other than that he just kinda stays away

Poor sunny baby is stuck in the ar world 🥺🥺 I didn’t notice at first but yeah everytime you talk to him it’s only in the ar world. And the end part where you switch them out for eclipse if you do that in the ar world, he says not for me it’s for moon.

I will say though I noticed the voice acting for them changed a little this game, like both have a higher pitch and are more goofy sounding? Like more gremlin energy than evil villainy. I wonder if that was on purpose? Both of them sounded more like the other so maybe that was the reason? Interest interest

Also their mouth moves?? Sort of?? That’s so silly to me they have a whole working mouth system and their face mask doesn’t work with at all 😭

Does give me lore intrigue tho cause like why do their mouths move but not anymore?? Did something happen?? Are they just not maintained enough?? They also move outward instead of up and down (at least from what I saw) so is the mechanism different?

Also the way that sun and moon talk about eachother is so interesting. Like moon says the light hurts “us” and sun says “no the other me” like they seem to almost consider eachother more connected than we first thought, like they’re not just coworkers or strangers they are almost like two sides of the same person. It’s very interesting and I wonder where people will take this.

Overall great job I’m so excited to comb through the game and find every little secret (especially regarding the dca) aaaa

Ok ok update moon does have a jump scare but it’s ridiculously hard to get and I’d still argue he’s not as vicious as he was base game. I mention in another post but eclipse being as kind as he is and being (presumably) a combination of both AIs, gives even more evidence moon is supposed to be kind and caring like his posters suggest but something went wrong. Also Cassie’s comments on their plushes show that there were kids who truly liked the daycare.

[skzimagines]

Characters: Hyunjin x Female!Reader ~ Bangchan ~ Y/N’s friend Riss ~ mentions of Minho. ~

Genre: Virgin!Hyunjin ~ Acquaintances to lovers? ~ Chan’s the bad guy in this story,,, I’m sorry Chan ILY 😭~

Warnings: SMUT ~ MDNI 18+ ~ Drinking ~ Swearing ~

"Get your ass in the car!" Chan yells, as y/n begins to walk away, passing the car he is telling her to get in to.

"Y/n... I swear if you don't get in the car..."

"What! What is it that you want Chan? A quick fuck? A fling? A friend.... What!" She yells back at him.

"You knew what this was when we started, why are you all of a sudden acting this way?" He asks, following her as she continues her way down the dark, streetlight lit road.

"That was until you started taking me out, doing things with me that a "fuck buddy" wouldn't do. You stayed the night Chan... you stayed the night." The end of her sentence is said in a defeated tone as she stops her angry pace in the middle of the street to look at him.

"Y/n... I didn't know you felt this way. I wasn't trying to lead you on..." He says in a sorrowful tone.

"So that's it... you don't feel anything toward me, at all?" She asks, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'm sorry... just please get in the car and let me take you home... I'm not letting you walk at night by yourself." He says, gesturing toward the long, dark road behind her.

She takes a quick look at the ongoing darkness that awaits her if she doesn't go with him. She doesn't say anything as she makes her way back to the car. He follows close behind her and hits the unlock button once they get to the car.

The ride back to her apartment is quiet, the only sound heard is the faint music playing in the background.

"I think it's best we stop this all together after this." Chan says in a hushed tone, breaking the silence, not taking his eyes off of the road in front of him.

Y/n hums in agreement, keeping her eyes focused on the houses going by through the window.

Shortly after, they pull up to her apartment. Nothing is said between the two when Y/n gets out of the car.

She makes her way up to the front door before Chan pulls away. She watches as he drives, getting further and further away and as he does the tears fall quicker and quicker.

She makes her way into her apartment, heading straight for her bedroom. She feels so betrayed, used, hurt... heartbroken. But is she supposed to feel this way? He had explained to her from the start that they were to not catch feelings for one another, that he doesn't want a relationship right now.

Suddenly guilt trips in... Did she overreact? Did she cause a fight for no reason? She's beyond herself as she throws herself onto her bed, not caring about the wet makeup from her tears getting all over her new bed sheets.

Pretty soon, after a handful of more tears, sleep takes over her body as she becomes exhausted from being so upset.

~ A week later ~

"So, nothing was said after that?" Y/n's friend Riss asks. Y/n silently shakes her head 'no'. "What a loser..." She states. After a year of Y/n trying to justify Chan's actions when it came to whatever they had was... She's given up, she doesn't care what her friends think of him anymore. There's no use trying to fight for his perfect image anymore... knowing now that there would be nothing to come between the both of them.

"You know, Hyunjin has been asking about you lately..." She says with a smirk.

Hyunjin... the quiet, nerdy and always sticks to himself, other than the couple of times he's been around her friend group, guy. They haven't talked must, just a few conversations here and there when they had all went clubbing together. He was sweet... a little too sweet. She had heard from another friend that the guy has never even had a girlfriend, let alone his first kiss yet. Which is really quiet astonishing, considering he's a 24 year old man, who's looks could absolutely send someone to their grave if he really tried.

"Riss, I highly doubt that..." Y/n says with a chuckle. "He's too sweet to be a rebound anyway."

"Who said anything about a rebound? He has the hots for you, he told me himself... He just didn't want to make a move because he thought you and Chan were a thing, and lets be honest... He isn't exactly the type to try to stir the pot." She says with a chuckle.

"When exactly did he tell you this?" She asks, giving Riss a confused look.

"Last time we all went to the club together. I don't think he exactly meant to tell me, because he was really drunk and we got to talking about you and he just went on and on about how he wished he had the courage to talk to you." She states, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Drunk... he was drunk Riss." Y/n chuckles, thinking her friend was just trying to work her up about it, just to get her head off of the whole Chan situation.

"Drunk words are sober thoughts, sweetheart."

~ The next day ~

The club.

It's been a week since Y/n and Chan have talked. They've seen each other here and there, but not one word was said between the two.

The feelings were finally starting to subside, Y/n has been thinking about him less and less every day. From what she's heard, he's already moved on to the next girl. Her heart stung a little when she heard the news, but it was quickly drowned out.

Drowned out by the alcohol that has poisoned her brain and bloodstream all at once.

Riss graduated college a few days ago, so she is throwing a grad party at their local, very frequently visited club. Y/n is currently sitting at the bar, throwing back every shot the bartender throws her way. It's been a long week... she deserves a night out. At least that's what she thinks to herself.

After her 5th shot, she makes her way back to the booth that everyone's made their own ways to, to bring themselves all together, away from the strangers who have also thought it was a good idea to come out tonight.

"Welcome back beautiful!" Riss yells, trying to sound out the music that's blaring. Y/n shows her a smile, before her attention is turned to the person sitting in the corner, sipping on a bright red drink.

Hyunjin.

She feels a sudden pinging feeling in her chest.

Their eyes lock and Hyunjin gives her a small smile, a blush forming on his cheeks. Y/n is surprised she can see it clearly, with the lights being so dim above the booth their sitting at.

Riss must have noticed the eye contact between the two and took it upon herself to invite Y/n to sit next to her, which was conveniently right next to Hyunjin.

She gets a faint smell of musk and vanilla as she takes her seat between him and Riss. His scent fills her nose, causing that ping to erupt in her chest again.

"Hyunjin!" Riss yells across from Y/n, causing Hyunjin to look up and y/n to look at him. He notices her looking at him and the blush comes back.

"y..yeah?" Hyunjin replies.

"Have you met Y/n?" She asks. Y/n whips her head her way, wide eyed. Riss gives her a smirk.

"Uhm.. yeah, we've m.. met." He says shyly.

"You guys should get to know each other better!" Riss says, pushing y/n's shoulder toward Hyunjin, causing y/n to catch herself from hitting him, by her hand resting on his thigh. She quickly pulls her hand away.

The heat of her touch lingers on Hyunjins leg, his heart races at the feeling.

Riss quickly turns her attention back to her other friends once her plan on getting the two to talk was a success.

“So umm.. how are things?” Hyunjin asks Y/n shyly.

Y/n let’s out a small chuckle.

“They’ve been good…” she answers, knowing well that her week has been complete shit, but she wouldn’t lay that out on the table for sweet Hyunjin. “What about you?” She asks.

Hyunjin doesn't know where he gets the confidence, but he ignores her question and quickly blurts out "Have they really been good?"

Y/n gives him a questioning look. She's sure she hasn't talked to him about anything going on in her life the past week, but she remembers her friends aren't ones to keep things to themselves.

"I...I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that, it's none of my buis..." Hyunjin starts to say, but she cuts his sentence short.

"No... it's okay. Since you want to know, it hasn't been good. My life has sucked the past week." Y/n gives him a fake smile and takes a small sip of her drink.

Hyunjin can't help but watch the way her tongue peaks out and lays against her glass, the way her lips move perfectly against it when she pulls it away to set it back on the table.

"Do you want to dance with me?" He blurts out, again... not knowing where the confidence is coming from. 'It has to be the alcohol.' He thinks to himself.

Y/n looks at him once again, before violently shaking her head. "Oh no.. I don't think that's a good idea." She chuckles, looking out to the people on the dance floor.

With one more gust of confidence, Hyunjin grabs her arm and pulls her from the booth, leading them to the dance floor. He doesn't know what the song is that's playing, but maybe it's the strobe lights being the only thing lighting the place up, other than the lights from the bar, or maybe it's the song that's bumping so loud he can feel his body vibrating from the bass. But she looks so beautiful, so elegant, free. Maybe, it's because he knows he has a chance now. He knows Chan won't be right around the corner looking for her.

"Here, just like this." He says, grabbing her arm's and placing them around his shoulders.

She locks her fingers together as he rests his hands on her hips, careful not to go any lower.

The two begin to sway together, as the song plays slowly in the background. She doesn't realize how many drinks she's had until she stood up from the booth. Her vision is a little blurry, not too much to be stumbling over though.

Her body is relaxed, soft, tingling. Her heart is warm, full... She knows she's slowly falling for him. He hasn't been off of her mind since Riss brought him into conversation.

"Hyunjin..." She whispers, loud enough for him to hear.

Hyunjin tries to reply, but that was before a booming voice came from behind him.

"Hyunjin... really?" Chan says.

Y/n pulls her arms from around him, dropping them to her sides. Hyunjin lets out a sigh, feeling empty from her touch disappearing.

"Chan...." Hyunjin says, turning around to face him.

"I see you're finally getting what you've been wanting." Chan says, letting out a vicious chuckle.

"It's not like that..." Hyunjin starts, but Y/n quickly cuts him off. "And what about it?" She asks.

Chan looks dumbfounded, not expecting her to talk.

"Oh I see... Couldn't get over me, so you had to go to the school nerd to feel some type of love?" He laughs. They hadn't noticed her, but the girl Chan has been 'dating' stands beside him and lets out a chuckle with him.

"Just come on..." Hyunjin whispers, grabbing Y/n's forearm to pull her away. Y/n looks into his eyes, through his glasses, noticing the hurt and embarrassment written on his face. "No... I'm not going to stand here and let him belittle you in front of everyone." She says, trying to pull her arm from his grasp.

He doesn't let go. He only pulls her closer, resting his forehead against hers. "It's not worth it. Don't let him ruin this from me." He whispers, taking in the scent of her perfume as his face is so close.

She doesn't say anything, she just hums in agreement.

"Leaving so soon?" Chan yells over the music, laughing once again.

Y/n hears Hyunjin let out a big sigh before turning around to face Chan.

"You never deserved her... I'm quite surprised you ever even pulled her to begin with. But somehow, you did. And, to no surprise... you screwed up and lost her. So if you wouldn't mind, leaving us alone, so I can show her how she deserves to be treated." And with that Hyunjin turns around and grabs her arm once again, pulling her to the bar, away from Chan and his new girl.

They both take a seat on the stools at the bar before Hyunjin asks the bartender for two drinks. There's a moment of silence between the two before Y/n decides to speak up.

"What happened to just walking away?" She chuckles, giving him a heartwarming smile.

Hyunjin gives her a smile. "I don't know what came over me." He says, as the bartender slides the drinks across the bar to them.

“Probably the vodka shots..” she chuckles, taking a sip of her drink.

“If it counts for anything, I think you're the cutest nerd I've ever met." She states, a blush forming on her cheeks from her own words.

"You don't mean that..." Hyunjin whispers, finding it hard to make his voice any louder. Her eyes connect with his and he fights the urge to pull her to him and slam his lips against hers.

"Oh.. but I do." She whispers back.

~

"We're all heading to Minho's place, are you guys coming with?" Riss asks.

It's been about another hour when Riss found the two still sitting at the bar together.

"I actually think I'm going to head home." Y/n says.

"Okay, see you tomorrow?" Riss asks, bringing her into a hug.

Y/n lets out a light hum in approval. "Alright, Hyunjin, you coming?" She asks, as she pulls away from Y/n.

Hyunjin looks over to her, making eye contact again, not taking his eyes off of her when he reply's to Riss. "I think I should make sure Y/n gets home safely." He says.

"Oooh okay..." Riss says with a smirk, looking to Y/n and giving her a wink with a smirk. "I'll see you guys tomorrow then!" She gives her another quick hug before skipping back to the booth where everyone was waiting for her.

~ Home ~

"Well this is it..." Y/n says, as Hyunjin and her make it to her apartment.

"I guess so..." Hyunjin says, nervously putting his hands in his pockets.

"Do you ummm... you wanna come in for a while?" She asks, pointing to her door.

"I don't want to intrude..."

"Trust me, you're not intruding on anything special." She says with a chuckle.

She turns around and places her key into the door, quickly unlocking it. As they walk in, Hyunjin is smacked in the face with the scent of her. If he had to imagine what it was like walking into heaven, this would be it. He finds her home adorable, it's very 'her' in every sense possible.

"Your place is really nice." He says.

"Thanks, I'm sorry for the mess." She points toward the living room where there are papers scattered around a laptop, sitting on the small coffee table near the couch.

Not necessarily a mess, but it must just be a normal thing for people to say when they have guests over.

The alcohol is still coursing through their veins as Y/N guides Hyunjin to the living room before heading to the kitchen to grab them a beer from the fridge.

She makes her way back into the living room, setting Hyunjin's drink on the table in front of him before sitting on the couch next to him.

There is a moment of silence between the two before Hyunjin. in his tipsy faze, speaks up. "Y/n..."

She quickly turns her head toward him.

"What am I doing here?" He asks quietly.

"Uhh... I thought we were hanging out?" She answers, in a questioning tone.

"Yeah... but, what is this going to lead to?"

She's quiet, not knowing what to say.

"I like you... I don't know if you know that, but I've liked you for a long time and I don't want to screw this up because I have no idea what I'm-"

She cuts him off, slamming her lips into his, not caring that their teeth lightly hit together.

Their lips move in perfect sync, they mold together as if they were made for one another. Hyunjin's hands explore her body, not being able to get enough of her, no matter how much he tries.

He lightly pushes her back into the couch, climbing on top of her. His lips not leaving hers, not even for a second. He wouldn’t risk losing the opportunity.

His fingers graze her hip as his hand rests under the hem of her shirt, her skin is soft and warm. He lets out an involuntary groan at the feeling.

She feels his hand rest on her hip, and as if she couldn’t feel anymore butterflies, it sends even more into her chest. She lets out a moan as she feels him lightly squeeze her hip.

Hyunjin pulls away, but not before leaving one more soft kiss on her lips.

“I… I don’t know what to do…” he says quietly, shyness taking over him, he can’t bring himself to look her in the eye.

“It’s okay… we don’t have to do anything more, if you don’t wan-”

“I do!” He says, more excitedly than he’d expected.

“I mean… I do want to, I just don’t know… how.” He stutters out.

Y/n let’s out an understanding hum before placing her hand on his cheek with comfort.

“I can show you…” she whispers, before taking his lips to hers once again.

It’s not long before the two are left in nothing but their underwear, legs wrapped around one another, lips still fighting for each other. Y/n takes the opportunity to climb on top of him, moving her hair to the side before diving into his neck, leaving behind love marks at every inch she stopped at.

Hyunjin loses all control once he feels her lips connect to his neck. He brings his hand down to her soaked heat, sliding her panties to the side, trying his best to slide his cock into her, but to no prevail.

"Can you... can you help me put it in?" Hyunjin whispers, letting out a desperate groan when he couldn't slide his hardened member into her.

She lets out a hum before pulling away from his neck and sitting up a tiny bit to help him guide himself inside of her. She sinks down on top of him slowly as they both let out exasperated groans.

"Don't... move." Hyunjin whispers, knowing if she moves now, he might cum in his fully erect virgin state.

Y/n gives him a smirk, knowing what was happening, before she slightly picks herself up and guides herself back on to him. Hyunjin quickly grabs her hips, causing her movements to come to a halt.

"It's okay Jinnie... you can cum." She whispers. She leans down, her breasts pushing against his chest. His hands go lose on her waist, to which she takes as an okay to start riding him once again.

Hyunjin throws his head back as he takes in every feeling of her pussy swallowing his cock full, over and over again. He's tried his hardest to hold it together, but he's been waiting for this moment with her for so long. "I'm cuming." He says.

Before she knows it, she feels his cock twitch inside of her and his cum filling her with every thrust. His face contorts into pure pleasure as she rides out his high for him.

The two lay together, she still on top, taking in everything that has just happened.

"So, umm... Can I take you... on a proper date tomorrow?" He asks her shyly, his fingers rubbing slowly along her back.

She lets out a small hum, before sitting up, his cock still inside of her. The movement causes Hyunjin to hiss from overstimulation.

"I'd love that." She replies, before leaning back down and planting a kiss to his cheek, causing a blush to form on both.

[wingerwind]

Final Girls designs! (post-session 3)

Rambling under the cut:

Poor Pearl is not looking so good 😭 the improvised leather shorts have done a number to her swag I’m afraid. At least she was in water when the creeper exploded so her jacket is fine (me trying to justify it when the real reason is that her jacket is her signature thing and removing it feels very wrong)

Scott and Cleo are doing really well though! The fact that they didn’t die once to the snails is super impressive (just like my GOATs Gem and Joel)

And uh, about Cleo’s color scheme, my answer is: idk I guess they were feeling particularly Halloween-y…or something. (Its actually because I didn’t want to add too many new colors to their team color palette. I love Cleo’s skin but why. Does it have. So many colors. But now I feel bad because I made their outfit so much uglier. I am sensing a theme amongst my life series designs)

Impulse is on light green but that’s partly because Gem’s one hundred percent committed to making him everyone’s number one hit. I love how Impulse didn’t even betray her last season, Pearl did. At first, Gem definitely was telling people to go after both Pearl and Impulse, but by now for some reason Gem’s stopped bringing Pearl up altogether and is just telling everyone to kill Impulse…is this a sign shinyduo breakup is over (<——-delusional)

I feel bad for Impulse though. Why does the universe have it out for him every season. (Very unfunny joke incoming) I am contributing to this by removing the tittle on his shirt. Give it back, now his shirt looks like a lowercase ‘L’ and he really doesn’t need any more ‘L’s.

[lunarbreaksblog]

Just wondering if I could request for sparkeater fn! Reader who gets caught eating a vehiacon (idk how to spell it sorry😭👍) and when reader turns around and gets caught my the prime team they start to cry and apologise that they didn't tell them that they were a sparkeater (Ignore this if it's too much😭🙏 I just had a idea that a all) (Tfp or Tfa you can choose😊)

How TFA!Autobots would react to you being a sparkeater

Note: big gore warning since mentions of someone young getting eaten

You were missing, the team eventually grew concerned. Yes, you would leave at times and for a while however never this long.

Detroit had become restless without you it seemed, well the team certainly were restless. They were worried you might've been caught by the 'Cons

However, that was a dream compared to what they saw you were doing.

It was a new bot, they could tell that it was barely just created before you caught the earthborn Cybertronian in your talons

Maybe they shouldve not seen the coordinates that Megatron, himself sent with the message:

::Look what I found::

Optimus prime

When it dawns on him that you are a sparkeater, his chassis tightens, his spark rushes and his helm hurts. You were his friend from the academy.

How had he or the guard not known that you were a stuff of legends, a beast...

When you return eventally, he makes you leave— promises he won't call the guard but you are never to come near him or the team.

Strangely enough you try to apologies, worry clouds your helm, how did he know your horrible secret?

Ratchet

He's surprised like Optimus.

He's in disbelief, your scans were normal. Everything was normal with you. You were normal.

But you werent

You are a mechanical cannibal that ate your spark out on that poor innocent life.

You tried to even reason— the newspark was going to be a Decepticon and what you did was a blessing to its sad life

A life that the newspark had yet to live.

You made him sick.

Bumbleebee

In absolute shock, he was never a bot to look at horror holotapes of even like scary stories.

The sounds of you teeth crushing the Cybertronian's trachea was nauesating. He felt small in that moment.

He doesn't look at you

Prowl

Knew that something was wrong with you.

Knew that you weren't like them, never wanted to say it. He liked you even with your strange quirks.

But to see you murder and then devour an innocent life...he didn't like you enough to justify your actions. You had to pay.

He shows no mercy to you when you try to make excuse and even start crying.

He and Optimus force you out of Detroit, promising not to call you in but you will never set foot in Detroit or Cybertron.

Bulkhead

Baby boy full on has a existential crisis, suprisely he helps Optimus and Prowl to build an electro-magnetic field around the base. Just in case if you decide to come back.

They would know that you were there.

He spends a few weeks crying about you, how you lied to him. He goes through all stages of grief...

[literallyroselacroix]

DRDT EP 15 SPOILERS!! My thoughts?

I can’t imagine how Arei felt when she realized it wasn’t Eden who gave her that fucking note. She probably knew it wasn’t Eden bcs of Ace’s white ass arms but still what the fuck?? Also Ace’s reason for killing her *specifically* is incredibly fucked, what the frickity frock is wrong with him 😀 istg if I see any mfs act like he’s little orphan Annie after this I’ll tweak out. Ace is not some misunderstood manchild, he is a college-aged something who knows full well what he’s doing is wrong. And you can even hear it in his dialogue. Yes, he’s tragic, but that doesn’t mean you have to baby him. To treat his character like that would be a huge insult to this series’ writing, I think. I don’t think I can say I can feel any sympathy for his character, and I don’t feel like I’m supposed to either. Like genuinely it feels like the developer is trying to get me to hate him even more before he dies lmao, but I have major respect for people who love their favs for the little shits they are‼️

Side note: I can’t stand when people act like the cast’s behavior towards Ace wasn’t justified, they act like it’s completely unprovoked or something. Reminder that Ace is a MEGA asshole, and when you see an asshole you aren’t going to think about how hard of a time they’re having, no! You’re going to think about how much of an asshole they are and *probably* treat them as such, especially when they try to pull that shit on you 😭 and you’d think after being threatened with violence or whatever else (not referring to anything after Nico’s attempt on his life, I think his behavior then was completely understandable, mostly) he’d cut that shit out but nooo…Also his behavior towards Levi confuses me immensely, why does he act like they had like, a relationship built off of mutual respect? Levi was literally the only one putting effort into that…friendship?? Is that what we’re calling whatever the fuck they had?? Man idk. Damn this ended up being yappier than expected my bad

Side note side note: me hating a character ≠ not acknowledging how awesomely written they are. Ace’s writing is uber cool but I cannot STAND his ass