#pipe down man. you blasted my ears off

[kaoharu]

THAT QAS A SUPER LOUD SCREAM JESUS CHRIST

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Drunk N Nasty (poly!Pro!Bakusquad x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot) 

Pairing: poly!Bakusquad x Black!Fem!Reader 

Synopsis: In which you and Mina get tired of your boring ass boyfriends not making time for their girlfriends, so you two decide to hit the club for a night out with every intention of getting under your boyfriends’ skin. Fortunately for you, it works and your men decide to teach you and Mina a lesson about being some disobedient brats. 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Aged Up!Bakusquad (they’re all in their late 20s); Black-coded!Reader (but anyone can still read this); Alcohol/Marijuana Consumption; Dubcon; Groping; Thigh Grinding; Dry Humping; Spitting; Girl on Girl; Mutual Oral; Edge Play; Bondage/Tape Play; Shock/Electro Play; Drunk Sex; Daddy Kink; some DDLG; Spanking; Choking; Hair-pulling; Facefucking; UNPROTECTED PIV Sex; Degradation; Multiple Creampies; Facials; Some Aftercare 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I was DEEP down the Bakusquad hole one night like I was fucking Alice & decided to write this since it’s been at the back of my head for a couple of weeks. This one is NASTY. Enjoy! -Jazz

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“They’ve been starin’ at us all night, ya know.” 

Mina sits next to you on the little leather lounge couch situated at the back of the club near the bar which has started to trickle down with activity. You and Mina have been here for over an hour, so the buzz of the night is starting to die down a bit, but the dance floor is packed and the drinks are still flowing. 

And the eyes are still staring. A pair of two in particular that you can see piercing at you and your girlfriend from across the way. The two smoldering pairs of eyes belong to two very attractive men dressed in their best designer. They each have features that stand out to you as intriguing: the tallest one sitting on the right has long, black hair you bet is soft to the touch while the one on the left has arms roped in tattoos and lip piercings. 

They are both hot. That much is clear. And their alluring, lustful stares are definitely piping you up as you sit nice and pretty with your girlfriend, a second fruity cocktail in your hand that will soon turn into a third. But though they are hot, you know four other men that are way hotter and that you would rather be here with you and Mina tonight. 

But noooo, they’re just too damn busy to make time for their pretty girlfriends. 

You mean towards Mina, dipping low to speak into her ear over the music blasting from the speakers overhead. “They can stare all they want,” you retort. “I’m way more interested in the four idiots that aren’t here right now.” 

Mina scoffs, sipping on her second tequila sunrise of the night. You both love your girly drinks. “Waiting on them to come?” she chuckles, the flashing club lights making her ink-black eyes gleam. You flush in your mini dress, feeling hot despite the AC blasting and the exposed skin your little get-up provides. “You’ll be waiting a loooong time then, baby girl,” Mina scoffs, crossing her smooth, muscular legs over one another. “You know they’re at that meeting tonight discussing business or whatever.” 

She rolls her eyes, ever the brat of your relationship. But you’re not exactly the opposite though. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t pissed that your boyfriends aren’t here, buying you and Mina all of the pretty drinks you want, giving you those lustful stares on the dance floor, and hyping you up in your outfits. 

You made sure to look hotter than hot tonight. Like hot enough to make a man nut in his pants as soon as he sees you. You had raided your closet and pulled out a short, backless mini dress that made your legs look longer and showed off the curve of your spine sliding down towards your ass where a rhinestone G-string snugly sits below your stomach and in your ass crack.

You love, love, love this dress–how beautiful the pink fabric looks against your skin; how sexy it makes you feel. Not to mention how the hem of it barely covers your ass. If you are to bend over right now, everyone would get a good view of your ass that looks even plumper from the sparkly G-string.  

The dress is one of your boys’ favorites. They’ve torn it off of you many, many times before. Combined with your heeled sandals, fresh mani and pedi, the perfume adorning your wrists and the back of your knees, and long braids that caress your back, you feel like a damn vixen. 

Mina looks good enough to eat too. She decided on a mesh bodysuit that is skintight against her body and breasts, exposing the black bra she wears underneath, red pumps, and a leather mini skirt that doesn’t do much to cover the bottom of her asscheeks. You’re not sure if she’s wearing any panties, but knowing Mina and her bratty self, she did that for a reason. 

She was the one who came up with this little plan to rile your busy pro boyfriends’ up. One hot afternoon while lounging by your pool at your shared condo, you two were more than pissed that your boys were still at work after saying they’d be home by two.

“Sorry, babes,” Denki sighed over speakerphone. “Patrol is takin’ much longer than we thought it would, so we’re still out here in the street. It’s hot as a bitch out here too.” You could hear the frustrations in his usually-upbeat tone as he gave you and Mina the rundown. 

“Well, you could just leave early, can’t you?” you ask. “Aren’t there other pros working besides you, Sero, Kiri, and ‘Suki?” 

You hear Sero make a “tsk” sound into the phone. “We wish we could, mama,” he sighs. “Almost everybody called out ‘cause of the heat, so we’re pretty much the only ones workin’ still, but we get a fat bonus out of this.” 

“We’d better!” Katsuki hollers in the background. “It’s so hot out here, my fuckin’ balls are sweating. You two brats complainin’ aren’t makin’ things better for me either.” 

You and Mina stared at each other in your designer sunglasses, mouths agape and offended. “Hey!” Mina scoffed, taking your phone from you. “It’s not our fault we feel neglected! You four have been blowin’ us off for weeks now to do work!” 

And she’s right. The usual attention you and Mina get from your adoring, hot boyfriends has since been dwindling down ever since they started taking on more work at their agency. Now it’s all about work. 

You try to get one of them to go out with you for a night in the city? “Sorry, babe, but I’ll be in the office late.” 

You want to cuddle? “Baby, I can’t; this paperwork ain’t gonna do itself. Maybe later tonight.” 

You want one of them to blow your back out and fucking do something about the ache between your legs? “Don’t you got one of your toys? We can do that later, alright?” That response was from Katsuki a week ago stressing over the whereabouts of a villain committing petty theft all over the city. 

This dry spell has been happening for weeks now. And when you say a “dry spell”, you mean that shit. Not only have the boys been blowing you and Mina off for time alone, but the bedroom is dryer than the fucking Sahara desert. 

While sex isn’t always between the six of you every single time, you miss it being that way––the connection you all have being together, touching and teasing each other; giving each other pleasure. You miss your favorite men aka your daddies domming you and Mina into submission, taking turns on your bodies and poor little pussies until you’re both aching for release. And more than anything, you miss the aftercare. You miss the cuddle piles; the soft kisses from Kiri and the the mindless touches from Sero; the nuzzles from Denki and the soft humming from a very sleepy Katsuki. 

Recently, you and Mina have had to spent time with each other in the bedroom by yourselves without your daddies, if not use your toys. Though your rose toy and vibrator get the job done, toys never compare to physical touch. You need your boys. But they’re just too busy. 

So Mina came up with the perfect idea after Katsuki told her to “sit her ass down, watch her mouth, and wait for them to get home” before hanging up and proceeding with their patrol. “We should go out,” she said as you began to put sun tan oil on her muscular back. Her eyes were closed and her face was relaxed. 

“What, like, tonight?” you asked, rubbing your hands together once more to heat up the oil. Mina softly moaned as your hands knead into her back muscles, the sounds going straight to your clit. “Why not?” she replied. “Or this weekend. Maybe we can go dancing and meet some guys that’ll give us the attention we’re cravin’.” 

She giggled at this, but you could tell she was serious. “I don’t know, Mina,” you hesitantly said, rubbing oil into her shoulders. “Don’t get me wrong; I love the idea of goin’ out to shake my ass and look cute, but without the guys? You know how they feel about other guys checkin’ us out.” You stopped rubbing her down and she looked back at you, concerned. “What if they get mad?” you timidly ask. 

You’ve seen the boys mad before and didn’t want to face that wrath…or did you? The idea of riling your daddies up so much that they punished you with enough spanks to make your ass sting and filled your throat up to the point your eyes teared appealed to you more than you’d like to admit. 

Mina could tell you were thinking it over and turned over, exposing her gorgeous breasts in her gold bikini top to you. “So what if they get mad?” she scoffed. “They’d better put that aggression into fucking us if that happens. We’ve been trying to get their asses to show us a little attention for weeks, but it’s always about work!”

She sat up, taking your hands in hers. “So if they don’t want to pay attention to us, then we’ll make them pay attention––by wearing our hottest shit and spending time with some dudes that would gladly give us what we want.” She smirked at you, mischief in her eyes. “So what do you say, baby girl? This Saturday?” 

All you could do was smile back as an excited flutter formed in your tummy. Now here you were one a hot Saturday night, wearing your sluttiest outfits and getting checked out without your boys here to keep an eye on you. Just like you and Mina planned. “You really think they won’t show up?” you ask, slight disappointment blooming in you. “We posted our pics all over IG, so you know they saw.” 

“They probably did,” Mina says, wrapping her glossy, sparkly lips around her straw to sip her cocktail. “If they aren’t tied up at work, that is. Can you imagine them walking in here right now? Katsuki would probably have us bent over this couch.” 

You laugh along with her, cackling at your boyfriend’s reaction. “Or Sero would tie us up and drag us out of here,” you giggle. Your eyes then glide up and down your girlfriend’s form in her clothes, your mouth suddenly dry. “You know, you really look so good tonight. I almost don’t even want the boys to have you.” 

She giggles, pressing a sticky kiss to your cheek. “Thank you, babe,” she purrs into your ear. “You look absolutely delicious.” Her hand glides down to her ass, squeezing it. “Y’know, I bet those guys over there would say the same thing. Don’t wanna waste this little fit, do you?” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the long-haired hottie take a drag of his blunt that suddenly looks very appealing to you. ‘Fuck it,’ you think. You came here to not only rile up your boys, but to also let loose and have some fun. Why stay back here and act like you aren’t interested in these two? 

So you stand and take Mina’s hand in yours. “Let’s go and say hi,” you purr. Mina giggles excitedly from beside you, sipping on her drink like it’s justice as you walk her over to the leering duo. Their stares get even more lustful and lecherous as you get closer to them, their eyes gliding over your legs, hips, thighs, and titties jiggling with every step. 

You know what they want and there is no way you’re going to give it up to them. You wouldn’t dare ruin your amazing, romantic, poly relationship with Mina and your boys. But the idea of acting up with them enough to ruffle the feathers of your boyfriends makes your heart skip a beat and your pussy leak. You stop in front of them with Mina, smiling down at them. “Are those seats taken?” you ask, a breathless, sexy tone leaking into your voice. You point one manicured finger at the empty spots beside either one of them. 

The duo look at the empty seats then at each other before smirking up at you both. “Not at all,” the tattooed one answers. “Please, join us. We’ve been waitin’ on you two all night.” Mina giggles as she sits down next to him while you take a seat next to the long-haired one. “We can tell; you two have been starin’ at us almost all night.” 

The tattooed man laughs, flashing his pearly whites at your girlfriend. “Well, it’s not every day you see a pro hero and her pretty friend walk into a club.” At the mention of “friend”, you look at Mina, trying not to laugh at her wobbling lips as she struggles to keep in her giggles. 

“Well, you’re in luck then,” you chuckle. “I’m Y/N and of course, you know Mina aka Pinkie.” The long-haired hottie takes short puff of his blunt, making sure to blow it out of your face. “I’m Aki and this here is Kanaki,” he says in a deep, raspy voice that would make any woman’s pussy wet. His friend, Kanaki, gives you a nod. “We just got done some boxing practice and came here for a night out.” 

“Oh, you’re boxers?” Mina asks, interested. Kanaki smiles at her, dimples popping in his cheeks. He’s a panty-dropper too. “Best in the business,” he cockily replies. “We come here often for relaxation, but we’ve never seen you two before.” 

“Work unfortunately keeps us busy,” Mina explains, “but tonight was a good night for us. We’re just here for a good time.” Kanaki smirks at Aki before turning back to Mina, his intentions pure to you. “So are we,” he rasps, . “I bet we could all have some fun together.” 

Aki nods in agreement, taking another puff of his blunt. He sees you watching him and removes the blunt from his lips, a puff of smoke billowing from between his lips. “Want a hit?” he asks. “You smoke?” 

“Not often,” you sheepishly reply, “but I’m here to relax so…if you don’t mind…” Aki passes you the blunt without another word and you take a small hit, coughing a bit as the smoke fills your lungs. When you take another short puff, you already feel the weed take effect on you and let the smoke billow from your parted, glossed lips. Aki watches your mouth, hypnotized. 

“You ladies want some drinks?” Kanaki asks, already whipping out his wallet. “We’re buying.” You and Mina share an excited look and look at the drink menu before ordering a round of Patron shots with a side of lemon, lime, and salt. You and Mina finish your cocktails before indulging in the shots with Aki and Kanaki, pretending not to notice them staring at your lips when you suck on the lemon and lime slices. 

Suddenly, one shot turns into two. Then three. Then four. And then two puffs of Aki’s joint turn into four.

Before you know it, you are absolutely fucking gone. And before you know it, an hour later after meeting the two, you’re on the dance floor with them and Mina, the weed making you feel relaxed and the alcohol making you feel like you could touch the moon. You feel light as a feather, giggly, and bubbly. The world is spinning and slightly blurry, but it also seems beautiful and nice to you. Everything is good. Everyone is sexy. 

Especially your girlfriend. She grinds against you now, her body pressed against yours as you rock against each other to “Body Party” by Ciara which seems to make everyone horny. Your hands are under her skirt, grasping her asscheeks and giving Kanaki a flash of her jiggling, pink cheeks that he can’t seem to keep his eyes off of. 

Aki is the same. He stands beside you two in the crowd of grinding bodies under the flashing lights, ogling at your bodies grinding against each other. You giggle with Mina’s arms still snaked around your waist, her hips flush against yours as you pull your phone out of your purse. You fumble to tap in your code and open the camera app, but once you do, you raise your phone up towards your girlfriend and your “friends” for the night. “Smile, y’all!” you drunkenly shout. “Smile for the camera!” 

You smile at your phone, big and bright. Mina gives your phone the middle finger and a devious smile while Kanaki and Aki barely look at the phone when the flash goes off. You can’t even put your phone away before Mina is all over you again, tossing her arms around your neck. “Gimme a kiss, Y/N,” she whines, puckering her lips at you. Drunk off of her and everything around you, you grip the back of her head and pull her in close for a sloppy, lustful kiss. 

You plunge your fingers through her messy, pink girls while she trails her hands down to your ass, gripping it. You moan into her mouth, giving her the opportunity to slip her tongue into it and swirl it with yours. Soft moans and giggles emit between you, floating in the air and to the ears of Kanaki and Aki that have gotten much closer to you and Mina, watching the scene unfolding before them. 

Your phone suddenly vibrates and you pull away from a pouty Mina, a string of saliva connected to your bottom lips. “Hold up, I’m getting a call!” you laugh. “I’ll be right back, babe.”

You give Mina a wink before stumbling off of the dance floor, pulling down your skirt in the back as much as you can. You decide to go to the nearest ladies’ room and lean against the wall where the long line is before answering the call. You look down at the caller ID, grinning when you see one of your boyfriends’ names there. With a drunk giggle, you answer. “Hellooo?” you sing into the phone. 

“There the fuck you are!” Katsuki huffs with relief. “Where the fuck are you two? We’ve been calling you two all night! Texting you, blowin’ up your phone!” You scowl confusedly at this newfound information. “You have?” you ask, confused. 

Briefly, you pull your phone away from your ear and check your missed calls and texts. Sure enough, Katsuki is right: you have two missed calls Kiri, one from Denki, a text from Sero asking if you’re okay, and three calls and a very angry text from Katsuki asking where the fuck you are. “Oh!” you giggle, continuing the call. “Sorry, my ringer is off.” 

As you thought, Katsuki is not happy about that at all. “Why the fuck is your ringer off, Y/N?” he growls. “And where are you? It’s loud as fuck in there. I can’t even hear you.” 

You put one foot up on the wall, leaning your back flush against the cool tiles. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” you scoff. Katsuki pauses, obviously not believing you just said that. Do you want to die? 

But it isn’t Katsuki who speaks this time––it’s Kiri. “Yes, we do,” he replies in a voice you’ve never heard from him before. It sounds like it’s taking everything in him to not reach through the phone and spank you. “Don’t play with us right now, Y/N. Where are you and Mina?” 

Your stomach twirls nervously at the undercurrent of anger in Kiri’s voice, but it also causes heat to pool between your legs. Kiri isn’t the type to get worked up so easily, so to see it now is kind of hot. “Well, for your information, shark boy,” you scoff, “my girlfriend and I are at a nice club havin’ nice drinks with these very nice guys we met since you four are too busy for us.” You take a lock of your braids and twirl it around your finger as more word vomit rises to the surface. “Oh, they bought us shots too. And one said he likes my dress.” 

“You’re wearin’ that pink one?” Denki asks, sounding excited. You giggle giddily in response, finding humor in his whine. But Katsuki stomps on that giddiness real quick. “Dammit, why’d you have to pull that one out?!” he snaps. 

You take the phone away from your ear for a moment, scowling at it. Who the fuck is he yelling at? “Because you four idiots are too busy to take care of us!” you snap right back. “So we’re out here doin’ it ourselves. We’ve been asking you four to spend time with us for weeks, but it’s always, ‘Noooo, Y/N, we’ve got paperwork to finish’. ‘No sex tonight, Mina; we’ve got a meeting tomorrow morning’.” 

You lean your foot back down to the ground and cross your arm over your midsection, suddenly feeling cold and small. “We’re just feelin’ neglected,” you weakly say. “We miss our boys.” 

The other side of the phone is silent, the boys obviously dumbfounded at the truth in your and Mina’s horrible decision. “Baby, just come home, okay?” Kiri soothingly says. “We can talk about then.” Sero agrees, taking the phone. “Yeah, mama, just relax and we can discuss it at all in private,” he coos. “Here, let me order you two a Lyft and–“ 

“I don’t want a Lyft,” you shortly reply. “I wanna dance. I wanna have fun. So I’m gonna go now.” 

“Wait, Y/N!” Katsuki shouts, but your finger is already hovering over the button to end the call. “Byeeee!” you shriek into the phone before hanging up. The illusion of pride overflows inside of you as you strut back over to the dance floor. ‘I told them,’ you think proudly with a giggle, not even thinking about how you’re going to get your pussy beaten black and blue later for this little charade. 

When you shimmy back onto the dance floor, Mina is twirling her lips like it’s no one’s business and holding a new drink. “Ooooh, what’s that?” you ask, pointing at her glass. It is orange and topped with ice and chopped oranges and strawberries, reminding you of a tequila sunrise but better. Mina gives you a deviously sexy look, her gold eyes shimmering. You know exactly what she wants. “Wanna taste it?” she giggles, and you nod, practically salivating for another taste of her. 

You let her yank you over to her before she takes a sip of the drink. Instantly, you open your mouth wide and tilt your head back, allowing her to hover her mouth over yours and spit the alcohol and her saliva right into your mouth. You hum appealingly at the taste of her and the fruity drink, the nasty act making you gush in your thong. Kanaki and Aki are close to falling out from the scene. “Fuck!” Aki groans. “Can you do that to me too please?” 

Mina turns to the boys, wagging her finger at them. “Mm-mm, sorry,” she giggles. “That’s reserved for my girl.” She wraps an arm around you, pulling you close into her perfume-soaked neck. “And our daddies,” she whispers. “You think they’re mad at us?” 

You know for a fact from the phone call that they are livid, but you can’t bring yourself to care too much. The alcohol, the music, and Mina’s lips don’t allow you to. All you want right now is her. You wordlessly lean in to kiss her again, your lips moving sloppily against each other. You both moan into each other’s mouths as your tongues swirl and flick against one another, too drunk to realize that you two are tongue kissing in public. 

“God, you two are so fucking hot,” Aki groans from behind you. “I’d kill to touch either of you.” 

Mina pulls away, all of her lipgloss gone and somewhere on your mouth. “We know!” she giggles. “Butcha can’t, can they, Y/N?” She winks playfully at you, wrapping her arms securely around your body. “We already belong to someone…well, somebodies.” 

You giddily nod, turning to Aki. He has gotten closer, so close than you can see the bulge that has begun to protrude from his pants. “As sexy as you two are?” he scoffs, leering down at you under the strobe lights. “Of course, but they ain’t here, are they?” 

“I wouldn’t put money on that, pal,” Kiri replies from behind him. Wait…Kiri?! 

You and Minajump like you see a ghost as soon as you lay eyes on the big and buff redheaded hunk. He stands there behind Aki with his inked, muscled arms crossed over his broad chest covered by a black muscle tee. And he doesn’t look the least bit happy. Aki jumps at the sight of him, nearly tripping over his own feet. “Red Riot?!” he asks you and Mina, shocked. “You’re dating Red Riot?!” 

You and Mina don’t answer, too flabbergasted at the presence of your boyfriend standing there, looking very disappointed in both of his girls. “So this is where you two headed off to,” he sighs, shaking his head in disapproval. “I knew Denki would recognize the place from your IG stories.” His red eyes tick between the two of you. “You two are in big trouble, you know that, right?” 

You and Mina look at each other, faces pale and fear in your eyes. You two are fucked. “K-Kiri, we…” Your mouth runs dry, your tongue too heavy for words. Kiri’s brows raise expectantly. 

“You…what?” he asks. “You decided to be two needy little brats and make us worry over you? You wanted to get a rise out of us?” The corner of his pierced lips curl into a crooked, dry smirk. “Well, baby girls, you did.” 

Your body is on fire, but not out of excitement. You know damn well you’re going to get an earful about this from all of them, not just your platinum blonde-haired Chihuahua of a boyfriend. “Kiri, we’re sorry,” Mina weakly says, staring up at the redhead through her lashes. Usually, her soft, puppy-dog eyes work, but not this time. “Oh, it ain’t just me you’re gonna have to apologize to, baby girl,” Kiri chuckles darkly. “You’ve also got these three.” 

His eyes tick above your heads. Even without turning around, you can sense the presence of your three other boyfriends standing behind you. When you and Mina slowly turn, you’re met with the very ticked-off Katsuki, Sero, and Denki standing behind you, arms crossed over their buff chests and anger radiating off of them in waves. 

Oh, shit. 

Your eyes widen as Mina grabs your hand, gripping it tightly. You both know you’re fucked. “What’s up, mamis?” Sero snickers, staring down at you and Mina with a dark look. “You look scared.” Denki grins deviously at you, practically licking his chops. “Both of them do,” he giggles. “Like they’re lookin’ at their death.” 

Bakugou barely moves except for the slight twitch by his eye––a sign that he is very, very angry. “Not till we get ‘em home,” he growls.

His eyes then tick up to Aki and Kanaki still standing near you, their eyes wide with shock. “Da fuck are you two still standin’ there for, huh?” Bakugou snarls. “They’re ours. Now back the fuck up if you know what’s good for you.” He raises his hand and the crackle of his sweat glistening in his palm is all it takes to send the two men scrambling off. 

You and Mina are practically shivering in your boots as your four boyfriends stand over you, the fear of the unknown taking over your bodies. What’s going to happen when they get you home? Are they going to spank your asses until they’re red? Are they going to edge you until you’re both crying and begging for release? Or, even worse, are they just going to do nothing at all? No touching or teasing? Neither one of their thick cocks filling you up? 

Katsuki’s crimson eyes flick around the room, noticing the club-goers watching them in awe.

“Let’s get outta here,” he grumbles lowly. “Too many eyes.” Sero gives a nod before raising his elbows and shooting several yards of sticky tape at you and Mina. You girls shriek as the tape sticks to your wrists and ankles, tying them together so movement is near impossible. Before you can protest, Katsuki is hosting you over his shoulder while Kiri scoops Mina up bridal style, much to her dismay. 

“Wait!” you shout, batting your fists against Katsuki’s muscular back. “Put me down!” This only gets you a hard smack on the ass that has you gasping and tears stinging in your eyes. It only gets worse as he travels through the club and you catch the wandering eyes of strangers. Some of their phones out, taking pictures and recording, laughing and gossiping. It’s so humiliating. All you want to do is hide under your covers and never come out again. 

You’ve never felt more revealed until you’re outside at the valet, the cool air soothing your clammy, hot skin. When you finally get to the sleek, black Range Rover that the boys each share among each other (you have a white one while Mina’s is pink), Katsuki and Kiri finally lower you and Mina down onto the pavement. You don’t bother pulling down your dress, your dignity already ruined. 

Katsuki looks like he’s about to blow a damn fuse judging from the vein pulsing in his neck. “Can’t believe you two did this shit,” he angrily growls. “Had me stressin’ at work, blowin’ up your goddamn phone, wondering if you two were okay…only to see that you two brats were flashin’ your pussies for those two extras in there.” You stare down at your shoes, pissed at your boyfriends’ behavior but also at your own. You just wanted some attention is all. 

Mina peers up at Katsuki through her black lashes with her ink-black eyes, her lips smudged of her lipgloss. “Katsuki,” she weakly says. Katsuki’s eyes sharpen at his government name being used. “Who?” he growls, crossing his beefy arms over his chest. You and Mina share the same ‘uh-oh’ look, realizing that your man has now switched into fully Daddy Dom mode. You’re sure the other three have done the same. And that is so, so hot. 

Mina nervously licks her lips, squeezing her thighs together. “D-Daddy,” she whimpers. “Please, guys, it was all my idea. I wanted to–“ 

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki growls. Mina buttons her lip as he opens the door to the backseat, jutting his chin inside the car. “Get your asses in the car, now.” You and Mina have no choice but to climb into the backseat of the car, getting two harsh smacks on the ass in the process. Denki and Sero get in behind you and position themselves in their seats first before having you and Mina sit in their laps. 

When Katsuki and Kiri get in the front seats, Katsuki practically jams his key into the ignition and tails out of the valet like a bat out of hell. He has gotten plenty of tickets before for his driving which becomes exceedingly more reckless when he is pissed. Only now now he is pissed and also horny: a dangerous combination. Kiri turns on the stereo and bumps a City Girls song; one that you particularly like and always gets you dancing. 

Denki grips your hips from underneath you, nearly digging his nails into your mini dress. 

“Oooh, you two are gonna get it at home,” he growls, a devious edge to his voice. You sit rigidly on top of him, legs closed and hands in your lap. “But before that happens…” You feel his warm hand on your cheek, turning you to face him and those electric, golden eyes. “Now show us exactly what you were doin’ with those two in there, princess,” he hums. “It was pretty good music. I bet you were grinding this pussy all over them on that dance floor, weren’t you?” 

His hands slide down your sides to your thighs, squeezing them generously, before using one hand to pry your legs open to reveal your glittery thong. You whimper as his fingers begin to slide up and down the tiny cloth covering above your pussy. “Mmm, so wet already,” he coos to you. “Was that because of those guys or ‘cause you knew we’d fuck you up when you finally got home?” 

You don’t answer, not sure how to. Plus, Denki’s fingers rubbing circles around your clit is making it hard to think straight. “Katsuki, turn up the music,” he orders. The platinum-blonde glaringly stares at his golden-haired boyfriend through the rearview mirror. “Don’t tell me what to do,” he growls, but does so anyway. The music is soon bumping through the speakers as Katsuki zooms down the highway, swerving lanes like a madman. 

Denki begins to swerve and swirl his hips underneath you, bumping his hard-on against your pussy and ass. “Dance for us, princess,” he demands, taking his hand to give your thigh a smack. He turns to Mina who has her skirt up her thighs, Sero’s hands all over her. “That goes for you too, Pinkie. Show us exactly how hard you got those losers in there.” 

You press your lips together disapprovingly. “But they weren’t–“ You’re cut off by a sharp hiss from your lips when Denki grabs your hair, yanking on it. “Is that lip?” he asks, a growl in his voice. Heat pools between your thighs at his switch in character. Usually, though mischievous, Denki is very laid-back, so to see him way out of his element and being so dominant with you is a major turn-on for you. You slowly shake your head and he releases your hair though your scalp stings. “That’s what I thought. Now get to it.” 

So you and Mina dance for the men sitting underneath you, your asses twirling and grinding into their laps and hardened cocks underneath their pants. You place your hands firmly on Denki’s knees and your feet on the car floor as you toot your ass up and down for him, shaking it as much as you can in the backseat. The more you dance, the more Denki ogles and grabs, the more turned-on he gets. 

“Look at this lil’ dress ridin’ up,” he coos, his hands back under your dress. “I bet it was like that on the dance floor, wasn’t it? And what’s this here?” He roughly pulls you back down to sit on his lap and lifts your dress up high to reveal your sparkly thong. “My favorite thong too?” A deep, aroused growl emits from his throat. “I didn't realize you were wearin’ it, babe. You’re just lookin’ to get fucked, aren’t you?” 

He begins to rub circles along your clit again, sending sparks of pleasure deep into your core. Before you can say anything to stop him, his fingers are creeping under your thong to move them aside, revealing your aching, puffy, wet pussy to him, Sero, and Kiri and Katsuki who stare in the rearview mirror. “Denki,” you whimper, your thighs quivering as his fingers ghost over your pussy, teasing you even more. 

“You’re wearin’ that glittery shit?” Katsuki rumbles, his knuckles turning white from how tight he’s gripping the wheel. “You’re gonna fuckin’ get it later, I hope you know that.” 

“This one ain’t no better,” Sero comments along with Mina’s soft whimpers. You turn, finding his fingers under Mina’s dress. “Just look at this shit!” He cackles as he lifts her dress up to reveal her bare, apple-bottomed, pink ass to the whole car. Kiri turns around now, staring into the backseat. “No panties, babe?” he laughs in awe. “Guess you two were desperate for everyone to know how slutty you are.” 

You watch as Sero begins to toy with Mina, pressing his mouth on both of her asscheeks to nibble and kiss at them. Mina wantonly moans, her eyes fluttering closed as her boyfriend’s hands move to her sides, his fingers sliding up and down them. You’re so distracted that you don’t even realize that Denki has removed his hand from your thong to replace them with his knee. His solid knee feels so good on your throbbing pussy and clit, giving you the relief you need as you begin to grind your cunt against his thigh. “Denki,” you whimper. “Please.” 

Denki moves his hand to place on your throat, not squeezing but letting you know it’s there. “Please what, princess?” he hums. “Hm? You wanna stop?” You weakly shake your head, words dying in your throat as whimpers and moans bubble to the surface. Denki chuckles and grips your neck harder now, causing you to gasp. “Of course, you don’t, you little slut,” he whispers into your ear. “Of course you like grinding on my thigh like the desperate cumslut you are.” 

“Fuck, Sero!” Mina suddenly squeals from beside you. In the haze of your pleasure, you turn, finding Mina with her legs open wide and Sero’s finger curling into her wet pussy. As he slowly fingerfucks her, you can hear how wet Mina’s pussy is, the lewd sounds making you grind harder against Denki’s thigh. 

“Fuck!” Katsuki grunts. “I can hear how wet they are. You two brats are lucky I’m driving.” Kiri is just about dying, ogling at the two of you from the passenger’s seat. “God, that’s so hot,” he groans. “I can't wait to get you two home.” 

And only when you two get home. Making that clear, Denki forces you to stop by gripping your waist and Sero pauses his fingerfucking to give you both a firm glare. “Don’t cum,” Katsuki orders, staring sharply at both of you girls in the rearview mirror. “Neither one of you. If you cum now, you won’t be able to cum later, understood?” 

Though dizzy with pleasure, you and Mina manage to answer him the way he wants to be answered: “Yes, daddy,” you both weakly say, chests heaving, hearts racing, and pussies wet. 

When you finally get in the house fifteen minutes later after flying across the city, you barely have any time to get your shoes off before the boys are hustling you and Mina upstairs. At some point, Katsuki throws you over his shoulder and Kiri hikes Mina up in his arms, running up the steps with you girls as you squeal in protest. When you get to your master bedroom, Katsuki kicks the door open and tosses you onto the bed. You shriek as you go flying before hitting the mattress, bouncing a bit as you do. 

Mina goes flying too as Kiri tosses her down beside you. You two them lay on your backs, staring up at your four boyfriends looming over your tinier figures, staring down at you almost predator-like. “What should we do with them first?” Denki excitedly asks, lust in his eyes. Katsuki deviously smirks at you and Mina, filling you with dread. “I’ve got just the thing,” he chuckles before glaring down at you girls. “Get on your knees, hands behind your back.” 

Sharing a withering look, you and Mina slowly do as Katsuki says. As you sit with your pretty asses facing them in such a submissive position, the four groan at the sight, making you bite your lip in utter anticipation. The throbbing in your pussy only gets worse when Sero reapplies the tape to your ankles and wrists, making it hard to move or escape. You’ve never been this horny before. What is it about pissing your boyfriends off that makes you so damn wet? 

Sero then steps back to admire his handiwork. “Now neither one of you can run from us,” he deviously hums. “We can do whatever the fuck we want with you now.” That turns you on even more: to be so helpless under their touches; to be completely at their mercy. Sero runs a finger down your cheek, his touch making you quiver. ”But you wouldn’t run away even if you didn’t have my tape wrapped around your wrists, would you?” 

You know the answer: hell no. And Mina knows it too. 

“Bend ‘em over,” Katsuki grunts, foreplay be damned. “I need to teach these two greedy sluts a lesson in obedience.” Sero and Kiri do as they are ordered and position you and Mina so you’re both bent over, knees and the soles of your feet dug into the mattress. “Are we being punished?” Mina asks, her voice slightly muffled from the mattress. 

You adjust your head slightly to look behind you, finding Katsuki glaring at her from above. He then yanks her skirt over her pink ass before doing the same to you, leaving the thong on. “What the fuck do you think?” he hisses before his hand is colliding with the meat of her ass. A loud whine leaves Mina’s lips and you flinch at the harsh sound of skin colliding with skin. 

You don’t have much time to prepare when Katsuki is giving you the same treatment. His hands are rough from years of pro-hero work, so his slaps hurt like hell. They are rough and sting like fire licking across your skin. You gasp and gnaw harshly on your lip to avoid crying out. He continues to do this to both you and Mina, making your asses jiggle and tears spring into your eyes. “Is this what you wanted?” he grunts. “To get punished like this? Make me lose my mind like this?” 

You dig your face into the mattress, muffling your screams of pain at merciless spanks. Finally, Kiri tags in, putting a hand on Katsuki’s chest to stop him. “My turn,” he darkly chuckles. “Brace yourself, ladies. You know my hand is heavy.” And boy, is it. Way more than Katsuki’s because of his quirk. His hands are hard and rough, his palms calloused. 

And they hurt even worse when they collide with your ass. Adding new, fresh spanks on top of the ones Katsuki already gave you is the worse pain you’ve ever felt. It’s excruciating. You’re so sure that your ass is red despite your skin tone at this point with how harsh Kiri is being.

“Don’t flinch,” he orders. “You wanted this shit, then you’ve got it. All the attention you could ask for. He gives both you and Mina the same treatment, wailing in on your asses like he's trying to get some gold rings out of you. He babbles about how fat your asses are and how they jiggle whenever he smacks them, obviously enjoying how they move.

Then it’s Denki’s turn. Ever the sadist, when he brings his hand down upon you, he makes sure to slip his quirk in too. As his hand collides with your ass, a tiny spark shoots from his palm to your ass straight through your ass. You quiver and shake at the short electrocution, a gasp leaving your lips. “Oops!” he mockingly says. “Guess I let my quirk slip.” Though you can’t see it with your face still in the mattress, you can hear Mina’s shriek and feel her body shivering when Denki gives her the same treatment. 

“Fuck, that shiver was so cute,” Kiri groans. “Do that again, Denks.” Denki does so to both you and Mina, giving you two shock after shock. Each one is more intense than the next, making you feel as if you are repeatedly being poked with an electric rod. Then it’s Sero’s turn and though he gives your asses some wet kisses first to soothe the pain, all of that goes to shit when his hands collide with your asscheeks too. 

Minutes feel like hours the more hits you take from them, one after the other. Your and Mina’s cries fill the bedroom, bouncing off of the walls for no one to hear. Your ass begins to ache and sting to the point where you’re crying, the comforter wet beneath you. “Please stop!” you tearfully beg. “It hurts!” Mina sniffles beside you, softly crying at the pain. 

Though the spanks luckily stop, you feel two rough, thick fingers peel your soaked thong away from your cunt and playing with your pussy, easing some of the fiery stings along your asscheeks. “Your pussy says something completely different,” Katsuki tsks. “Little slut. You still need to be taught a lesson, don’t you?” You then suddenly feel his thick, wet tongue sliding along your wet folds, sucking on your pussy lips and on the sensitive bud of your clit. Your mouth falls open at the feeling, your ass shamelessly arching into his face. “F-Fuck, ‘Suki!” you moan. 

You turn your head to look at Mina, finding Kiri kneeling behind her ass, his hands prying her cheeks apart. “Don’t think you don’t get the same treatment, bratty girl,” he teasingly purrs before his mouth is on Mina’s pretty, pink pussy, devouring every inch of it. 

Katsuki isn’t at all slow or loving. He eats every single part of your pussy, sucking harshly on the right places and being more gentle yet merciless with the other, more sensitive parts of you. You even feel his finger sliding against the puckered hole of your asshole, making your body quiver from the sheer among of pleasure you’re feeling. The sounds that leave your lips are loud and lewd, bouncing off of the bedroom walls. From beside you, you can hear the sobbing, wet sounds of Kiri licking Mina’s pussy as she moans and whines, her face buried deep into the bed. Katsuki pulls away from your clit momentarily to bark, “Sero, Denki; plug up those other holes of there’s.” 

You weakly look up to find Denki and Sero kneeling in front of you and Mina, looking excited and extremely devilish. “Oooh, I love this part,” Denki happily sighs. “I’ve been wantin’ to fuck their throats all night!” He settles in front of Mina, forcing her to look up at him by gripping her hair and hoisting her up onto her forearms. He then yanks down his pants with one hand, revealing his hardened cock protruding from a patch of golden, trimmed curls. 

Sero smirks down at you, his hands working his zipper down. “Guess I get you tonight, mami,” he purrs. “No matter. Both of your pretty little throats make me happy either way.” Then his pants are coming off too, revealing a hard, thick cock jumping against his toned lower stomach, the boubous head bubbling with precum. “Open up,” he growls and you have no choice but to do so when Katsuki plunges his tongue inside of your pussy, tongefucking you without warning. As your mouth opens on a long whine, Sero plunges his cock deep into your mouth. 

“That’s it, mama,” he groans as his thick cock stretches out your mouth. “Take me deep. Don’t be distracted.” You whine around his length, nearly choking it from how deep it goes until you nearly feel it touch the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” Sero growls, his hand moving to the back of your head to wind your braids around his fist. It becomes even harder to focus when he begins fucking your face, his stomach pressing against your nose again and again as he plunges his dick in and out of your mouth, emitting gargled gasps and muffled whines from you. 

While all you smell and taste is Sero, you don’t just feel his thick cock stretching your jaw. The fact that you feel him and Katsuki both fucking your holes makes it so hard to focus on anything. You feel yourself going slack, your limbs growing tired and your jaw aching from Sero repeatedly fucking your throat. “This is what you wanted, right?” he grunts, the black hairs from his mullet in his face. “You just wanted to get fucked like the sweet lil’ slut you are?” 

You gargle in response and he removes his cock, now dripping in your saliva, from your mouth. You are awarded air then and gulp down as much as you can, coughing. Sero grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Sorry, mama; I couldn’t hear you,” he chuckles. “Now say it again. Let the guys hear you.” 

You can tell without looking that Katsuki, Kiri, and Denki are listening intently to you, waiting for you to say what they already know. Sero squeezes your cheeks together, making it hard to speak, but you manage to do so, your voice soft and weak from your throat being fucked. “Yes, papi,” you answer, peering up at Sero through your lashes. “Your baby girl just wanted to get fucked. We both did.” Mina wines pitifully beside you, proving your statement. 

This makes your boys go completely feral. Sero plugs your mouth back with his cock and fucks it like it’s his last time doing so, Denki following suit with Mina’s throat. Katsuki is having a ball behind you, his hands roughly gripping your ass and his tongue flicking along your clit the way you like. “Slutty lil’ bimbo, makin’ me so worried for you,” he growls into your cunt, the vibrations filling your core with pleasure. “All just ‘cause you wanted some dick.” His tongue then plunges deep into your pussy, making you whine around Sero’s cock. 

It doesn’t take long for Sero or Denki to cum. You know Sero is close by how hard he starts gripping your hair, nearly yanking the braids out of your scalp. His thrusts are rougher and harder, his abs slamming against your mouth and his heavy balls swinging against your chin. “Gonna cum,” he growls. “Such a good girl takin’ this dick, baby.” 

Denki is whining, overly-dramatic mess. His moans are loud and bounce off the walls as he slams his cock deep into Mina’s throat while Kiri continues to eat her out like she’s his last meal. “Gonna cum!” Denki shouts, his head thrown back in ecstasy. “Gonna cum deep down your slutty throat!” Mina whines is response as Kiri nibbles lightly on her pussy lips with his sharp teeth, chuckling at her reactions. 

You get no kind of warning when Sero finally floods your mouth with his cum, swearing in Spanish as he does so. There is so much nut that it spills out of your mouth and dribbles down your chin. “Hold it,” he demands as he slips his semi-hard cock out of your mouth. “Lemme see my cum in your mouth, puta.”

You carefully tilt your chin up to hold his cum in your mouth, showing the creamy substance on your tongue. Sero grins down at you proudly. “Good girl,” he coos, pecking your forward. “Now swallow.” 

As soon as Denki and Sero cum in your and Mina’s mouth, you know that you’re deep in for a night of punishment. The rest of the things your men do to you and your girlfriend are one torturous yet pleasurable blur that is only heightened by the weed you smoked and the shots of alcohol you threw back earlier at the club. Katsuki and Kiri don’t let you or Mina cum, pulling away when you’re just about to burst all over their faces. “Not yet,” Katsuki growls. “You two sluts don't get to cum until we say so.” 

Before you know what’s happening, Sero is repositioning your tired arms up high over your head and laying you down on your back so you’re side by side with Mina. You stare into her inkwell eyes and at her soft, pink lips when you’re both suddenly filled by Katsuki and Kiri at the same time. Kiri and Katsuki switch between you and Mina’s pussies, taking turns filling you and fucking you dumb into the mattress. 

Kiri is more loving and slow with his strokes but still all the more merciless. He slings your leg over his broad shoulder and kisses your foot while his cock fills you, stroking the wet, gummy walls of your pussy. “So good,” he groans, his face as red as his hair. “You feel so good around me, baby girl. Keep grippin’ me just like that.” More praise and sweet nothings leave his lips as he pummels you as hard as you want, relishing the broken moans and whines that leave your lips. 

Meanwhile, Katsuki is rough, wild, and feral. He fucks you into the bed in a mating press position, his feet on the bed and his dick pummeling into your pussy over and over again. Squelching sounds emit from down below as your juices and flavored lube slip down your asscrack to the bed, making your walls even slipperier and causing Katsuki to have an easier time fucking you silly. His large hand grips your throat and his nose touches yours, making the sex even more intense with him so close. “You like that, slut?” he snarls in your face. “You like me fucking you dumb?”

All you can do is whine in response. Words are meaningless at this point. Katsuki forces you to open your mouth and spits in it in response before swirling his tongue with yours, tasting himself.

While Sero sits against the headboard, lazily stroking his cock to the sights and sounds of his girls, Denki gets right in the mix. His sneaky fingers tweak and tug on your nipples and play with your clit while Kiri and Katsuki continue to plunge deep into your squelching, sobbing, wet pussies over and over again. Every single touch from Denki is twinged with a zap of electricity that sends you farther over the edge, trying to balance that pain and pleasure. 

You don’t even realize that you’re drooling until Denki points it out. “Awww, she’s drooling!” he cackles. He leans in close to you despite Katsuki still pounding you into the bed.

His thumb swipes across your bottom lip to catch your saliva and he sucks on his thumb, humming at the taste of you. “Is Bakugou fucking you dumb, slutty girl, hm?” he teasingly asks. "Or am I just fryin’ that pretty brain of yours?” You whine weakly in response, too distracted by Katsuki’s delicious cock bullying your insides. 

When Katsuki finally cums inside of you, it’s messy and big. He cums with an uncharacteristic, almost animalistic roar as he spills his nut deep inside of your cunt, his hand still pinning you to the bed. Kiri cums too, a loud moan of Mina’s name leaving his lips as he nuts deep inside of her tight walls. You girls take every ounce of their cum, just as you do when they flip you back over onto your hands and knees.

They don’t allow you to recover or rest. “Sluts don't get to rest,” Katsuki tells you, a dark chuckle in his voice. “They only get what they deserve. And you two bimbos deserve to be fucked until your pussies are mush.” 

And he sticks to his word. Each one of them do. When you and Mina are flipped back onto your hands and knees, your men plug up your pretty, wet holes again. Katsuki and Kiri fuck your throats while Denki and Sero kneel behind you, plunging their cocks deep inside of your pussies to fuck you doggystyle.

You get Denki this time and shit, are you in for it. The man makes sure you fuck you stupid, his foot on the bed and hands grappling your tits to zap your poor little nipples. He even dips under your thighs to rub your clit, his fingertips pulsing with electricity. It has you whimpering and shivering as the short currents of electricity course through you. 

When he finally cums inside of you, you’re just about done and filled to the brim, but then Kiri takes you. He has you lay down on your stomach and fucks you prone bone style. “Don't do anything, baby,” he coos as his cock strokes your sensitive, gushy walls. “Just lemme do all the work, m’kay? Be a good girl and take me.” 

And you do. You don’t have much of a choice. You can only lie there and let Kiri fuck your body like his own personal fleshlight, his thick cock sliding against your G-spot. Your body is tired and your pussy is screaming for release, but Kiri doesn’t let you cum. Neither of them let Mina cum either. She is spread out against the headboard, Denki’s face in her pussy while Katsuki and Sero have their cocks in her face, taking turns sliding them in and out of her wet mouth. 

When Kiri cums, it is just as messy and explosive as Katsuki’s nut is. He grips your hips and pins you down to the bed as his big body tenses above you, pleasure coursing through his veins. “Fuck!” he whines, the sound nearly pushing you over the edge. “Such a good girl!” And like a good girl, you take every ounce of his cum pumping inside of you, groaning softly as you feel it slide down your thighs. 

“Goddammit, please, daddies!” Mina sobs. “Please just let us cum!” She is only met with callused laughter from the guys, humored at her pain. “You cum when we say so,” Katsuki growls. “Now shut the fuck up and get on your fuckin’ knees for us so you can have your treat.” 

Mina does as she is told, sliding onto her knees on the bed in front of you. You barely know what’s happening, too exhausted and dazed to realize it. When you suddenly feel Mina’s tongue sliding against your cum-covered, fucked-silly pussy, her hands prying your legs apart, your soul just about leaves your body. “N-No,” you weakly protest. “No, please…t-too much! Please, daddies, stop!” 

Your sobs and pleas of mercy fall on deaf ears as Katsuki, Kiri, and Sero surround you once more, their hard cocks and gorgeous bodies in your face. Denki situates himself behind Mina and slides inside of her as she eats you out. He doesn’t take his time or let her adjust first before fucking deep into her, his stomach slamming against her ass and his fingers tweaking her nipples, emitting screams and wails from her as she greedily eats your cunt. 

“Shut up and open your mouth,” Katsuki cooly says. “Or you don’t cum at all tonight. Believe me, baby: you know we’ll do it.”

That threat is worse than death to you at this point, so you open your mouth and let the trio fuck your throat raw and yank on your braids. They start to morph into one the more you endure, each cock becoming more of the same one. You’re losing it, the combination of pain and pleasure fogging your brain and making reality nothing more than an illusion. 

“Such a good little toy for us,” Kiri coos, watching you take Katsuki’s cock with awe, his hand pumping his own in time with his boyfriend’s thrusts. Sero does the same, stroking his dick right next to your face. “Does our little girl wanna cum?” he teases. “You wanna cum all over Mina’s face while she creams on Denki’s dick?” 

You lazily nod with tears pricking your eyes despite Katsuki’s cock in your throat while Mina eagerly moans in agreement, her tongue slashing your clit again and again. You can feel your body getting closer to that release. You don’t know what you’ll do if they deny your release again.

Fortunately, that doesn’t happen. To your shock and relief, Katsuki pulls his cock out of your mouth and pumps it right in your face, his hand working himself furiously. “Cum for us, slut,” he demands. “Both of you. Do it now before I change my mind.” 

‘Finally,’ you think. You sob in delirious happiness while Mina babbles grateful thanks into your cunt. “Thank you, daddies!” she whines as Denki fucks her harder. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You swear that when you cum, it’s an out-of-body experience. Your soul practically leaves you and sees heaven when the pleasure washes over you, plunging you into a sea of bliss. Your orgasm rips through you at the same time as Mina, your moans and screams of release filling the bedroom. 

When you burst all over Mina’s face, she eagerly and hungrily cleans you up, sucking on your inner thighs and sliding her tongue down your asscrack to catch the rest of your cum. When she picks up her head to stare at you from between your thighs, her mouth is coated in your juices, making her lips shine with you. “God, that’s so hot!” Denki pitifully whines. “I’m gonna cum so hard!” 

“Not inside of her, Denks,” Kiri warns, his teeth gritted as his orgasm begins to rise. “Do it on her face. Come over here and help us coat their pretty faces.” Denki doesn’t need to be told twice. He slides out of Mina and practically tosses her beside you, forcing your faces to tilt up at them. 

Just as they like, you stick your tongues out and keep your eyes on them and their cocks, hypnotized at how fast their hands pump their cocks. Just for their girls. Their grunts and moans fill the air, making your sensitive pussies throb despite just cumming, signaling that they’re close. “This is what you get,” Katsuki grunts. “This is what you get for bein’ brats.” 

You and Mina get the point when your men finally cum all over you. You get no warning, but even if you did, you would still be surprised at how much there is. Their cum is explosive and messy, coating your faces, lips, tits, and even sliding down your stomaches. Cries and growls of unison fill the air as their nut splashes all over your skin, coating you in their scent and making a very clear statement: ‘You’re ours.’ A delirious laugh bubbles from deep in your chest when their warm cum splashes all over you, the intensity of tonight finally ebbing. 

Finally free from the constraints of edge play, you and Mina fall back onto the mattress side by side, exhausted, spent, and still covered in cum. The boys recover above you, breathing raggedly and coated in sweat. “Well,” Sero huffs, “that was something.” Denki laughs from beside him. “I’ll say!” 

Kiri tilts his head up to the ceiling, his muscles glistening in perspiration. “I think we’re all in need of a hot bath,” he sighs. “Anybody in for a dip in our whirlpool tub for the night?” The guys hum in agreement. Though you want to agree too, all you can let out is a tiny, weak moan. 

“We’re all takin’ a bath,” Katsuki gruffly states, “but before that, I need an answer." You suddenly feel him hover over you, his crimson eyes glaring at you and Mina. “So are you gonna pull that shit again with us?” he asks, his voice dangerously low and daring you to fuck with him. 

You and Mina stare at each other, exhaustion written all over your sticky faces. You each turn back to your boyfriends sitting above you and shake your heads. “No, daddies,” you obediently reply. “We promise we won’t.” 

The boys grin proudly and each press a wet kiss to your lips in appreciation for your obedience.

But even they know that’s a damn lie, and they look forward to the next time they’ll get to teach you and Mina a lesson. 

THE END.

[krispycreamcake]

Diabolik lovers x reader (various)

Guys don't bully me this is my first post istg i'll bomb your family

A symphony of explosions ruptured through the sky as the angels above blew their mighty vessels of war. Forks of lightning licked through the heavens, warning those near and far of the impending eruption soon to blast their ear drums. The cascading shower hydrated the manor's old stone walls, grasping at whatever cracks they could get into, only to slip away from the house's embrace at the last second. The moon nor its many luminous companions could be seen as their everlasting beauty was hidden behind storm clouds. A whirlwind soon picked up, shaking the trees like a damned mad woman, soon to be lobotomized. Amidst all this eternal chaos however, was a girl simply trying to survive. She was just dropped off at a glorious mansion that ironically, seemed to hold a sort of deathly allure to it, despite it being right out of a romance novel. She was currently sitting on a royal blue sofa of the finest quality, a strange and perplexed looking man with spectacles adorned the couch opposite her. He had raven black and white ombre hair. Regardless of their contrasting colours, it seemed to take well on him. He gave off a sophisticated but yet also suffocating aura that seemed to envelop the entire room. He looked at you in a bit of a shock after hearing your story, no matter how hard he tried to remain stoic, the words you spoke completely baffled him.

"Would you please further elaborate on what you mean by 'caretaker'?" The man asked, the words barely leaving his tongue.

"Well uhm, like I said, I'll be staying here until an heir to the Sakamaki name is made and then I'll be their caretaker. Mr. Karlheinz specified that he'd prefer I raise the child because well.... He didn't technically state WHY I'm supposed to basically mother your child, besides I-I mean you seem perfectly capable! It's just that, well that's what I was sent here to do". You said, trying to explain your task as quickly as possible. You couldn't pinpoint why, but an urge to leave planted itself in your gut and you felt the need to end this interaction as soon as possible.

The man stayed silent for a second before humming out an acknowledgement to your statement. The air was tense as he stood up and spoke.

"Well then, I'm not sure why we weren't aware of something like this, however, let me be the first to greet you to the Sakamaki manor y/n." Just as he said that, a young man with a head of scorching flames entered. His appearance was tattered and unruly. A pant leg was up, while the other remained down, his shirt wasn't fully buttoned and his tie was worn tied around his neck like some sort of odd fashion statement. As soon as his emerald eyes locked onto yours, a smirk creeped its way onto his face.

"Oi Reiji, you didn't say nothin about us having a guest over." The boy spoke, his voice gnarled and sharp.

"I was unaware of her arrival, that man apparently sent us a.....babysitter." Reiji sighed at the end, his imminent frustration growing.

"Uh no no- it's not like that! I'm just here to take care of your child..well future child. I didn't know you had a brother though, Reiji.." You piped in, your brows knitting in a slight confusion as you weren't informed of Karl having more than one son. You originally thought that his son and daughter-in-law were too busy to take care of a child, so that's why you agreed to this whole thing. But now that you were thinking about it, where exactly was the girl? Your thoughts were interrupted as the ruby haired boy let out a mocking snort.

"You mean to tell me that the old man didn't mention there being six of us? pfft- hah!" The boy spoke. Your heart almost plummeted into your ass as your mind slowly processed his words. Six??? There were six of them?

"Yes I'll have to agree with Ayato. It's odd that man didn't mention there's six of us." Reiji said as he fixed his glasses. "Well in that case, it seems an introduction should be made as soon as possible." As he finished speaking, a slight gush of wind hit you from all different angles. Suddenly four more men appeared out of what seemed to be thin air. They watched you coldly despite them all seeming to have different personalities. Silently judging you...no- not judging, but instead sizing you up. You've been in this situation enough times to know what men's stares mean, and these men wanted nothing good. The boy with purple hair spoke first.

"Teddy- what do you think of our new plaything? Doesn't she look lovely? I wonder what she tastes like, certainly not as good as Yui, but I'd still like to try." For the third time tonight you felt like you could scream. He wasn't being serious was he? This has to be some sort of persona, why would he even say that?? You inched behind Reiji, hoping the man could provide some form of shelter.

"Tsk. Go on and introduce yourself, or do I need to do that for you as well? Hiding behind me like a coward, slinking away the minute things seem to get too troublesome for you....honestly I have no idea why you were selected to come here in the first place. What does that man even see in you?" Reiji said with a scoff, his cold words leaving a shiver down your spine and a dent in your self esteem. You felt embarrassed as you sheepishly crawled away from Reiji to introduce yourself.

Once formalities were finally over with a few weird remark here and there, you were shown to your room. It was quite large, but you expected nothing less after seeing the size of the mansion. Truthfully, you were hoping to have a nice room this entire time. A dome glass ceiling sat right in the middle of the room, illuminating it with a blueish hue. The positioning of the bed was a bit odd, yet it captivated those who were to occupy in the residence. It was a circular bed that was laid with golden satin sheets and a marble platform which held up the delicate mattress. It stood right under the dome which would serve for lovely stargazing. There were many fine intricacies and details done to the bed's platform which made it seem much more compelling than a regular bed. The room was oddly laden with bookshelves and hanging plants. This seemed to soften up the room's regality and tone it down for someone of a more modern time. But you admitted that you wouldn't of mind sleeping in a princess like bedroom. Once you were done unpacking, you made your way downstairs since no one would be up at this hour. Instead, you were met with all brothers and a young blonde. She was delicately beautiful like a rose garden after a storm. You could feel her personality seep through from her meek behaviour. You did wonder though, who'd be the father if there were six of them? But before you could ponder the situation anymore, you noticed they were all in uniform despite it being night. You do recall that Karl mentioned they kept a bit of a peculiar schedule, but even so, is this really what he meant? School at night? You supposed it wasn't too weird for people of such high status to be so busy during the day that they'd have to go to school at night. But even so, how could a human possibly function like this? They'd all be braindead zombies by now, strange was definitely one of the many words to describe this lot.

"As we were late to know of your arrival, we hadn't planned for you to be joining us. Since you lack proper attire, you'll be staying back tonight." Reiji spoke almost exasperatedly. You almost felt a bit scared to stay in such an usual place by yourself. Reiji caught the look on your face and clicked his tongue.

"You truly think we'd let you stay here by yourself? One of us is going to remain here with you until the others are back." Reiji said bluntly. Who was it that was going to babysit you while they were away? Maybe this was your chance to learn more about your new housemates. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for your possible sitter. Then, in an instant you both made eye contact. Both orbs absorbed in each other as the others in the room seemed to be nothing more than an afterthought.

Ok so this is just part one of the series I'm planning. I'll let you guys vote on who it was that caught the reader's attention. TY for reading this btw :( I've been obsessed with this franchise since I was 11 so I'm insane currently.

[ninnosaurus]

Three’s a Crowd: Two vs. One

I've had this silly thing from my topside AU in my head for literal AGES now and I just had to write it out.

Contains: Brotherly shenanigans. Mikey and Raph decides to tap dance on Leo's every nerve during a car ride by blasting music Leo can't stand. (It's CupcaKke, they're blasting 'Duck Duck Goose' with the sole purpose of pissing Leo off in public). Bayverse.

Warnings: Vulgar language, but it's literally just song lyrics

Leo laid half on his couch, half off it, his iPad resting on its stand on his plastron. He'd been watching the same livestream for about two hours. Not moving from his place. He was bored. Out. Of. His. Mind.

He'd already done the chores. Laundry was folded and put away. He'd scrolled his forums. Checked the auction sites. Nothing.

Groaning he picked his iPad up, got off the couch and trudged to the kitchen where he heard the familiar tune of a FaceTime call coming in. Touching accept he put the pad on the counter next to the fridge.

"Hey, Raph."

Leo smiled to himself when he heard the familiar sound of a large family in the background.

"Who are you calling?!"

"Guys, guys. Tone it down a notch, yea?"

Raph grunted as he was attacked and his arms pulled down.

"Leo."

Leo chuckled to himself, leaning back and watching Raphael get tugged at. Two faces came into view before his brother managed to yank himself loose. "HI UNCLE LEE!"

"Offsprings. Go harrass your mom instead." He shook his head as his face came back into view. "Tanner and Harls says hey."

The oldest popped a grape into his mouth. "I noticed. What's up?"

"Me and Mike are going grocery shopping, ya in?"

He chewed slowly, contemplating the offer. It's better than sitting at home, but he's also probably going to get shit he don't need.

" 'kay, I'm in. Pick me up in 20?"

"Mhm."

"Hey, boys!"

Their oldest brothers slapped them both on their shoulders as he climbed into the backseat. They chat about anything and everything for a while, until Mikey pipes up as he notice how they get closer to the city.

"Oh, yeah? Ya hear that, Fearless? Mikey has a new sound system."

"Sooo... I got a hold of Don the other week and we put a new sound system in my car."

The turtle next to him picked up on the tone of his brother's voice, catching on right away.

Dread. Fear.

"No!" Grabbing ahold of Raph's back rest he pulls himself forward. "Don't."

At a red light, Mikey pulls his phone up. "Let's try it out!"

All it takes for Leo to want to die is to hear the first sound of the song, before long he's trapped in a car with two brothers singing along to the song.

"Mikey, please turn it off!"

I thought I came but I peed on the dick

Pubic hair got inches, that's weave on the dick

Pussy like a tree, it got leaves on the shit

"Turn it UP? Yeah I can turn it up!" He cackles as he cranks the volume up even more. The bass making the sides of the car vibrate.

"WHAT? NO! Ughh..." Leo rubs his face with his hands before putting them over his ears. He fuckin' hates this music...

"My cakes got fatter by usin' cum as the batter!"

My nudes in your phone, takin' up your data

My cakes got fatter by usin' cum as the batter

Raph nudged Mikey on the arm. "Man, it's WARM out today!"

The voice of Raphael brings Leo back to the now. "No! Absolutely not! Don't you fucking dare do what I think you're about to, Raph!" He looks on in fear as another red light is coming closer and closer, fearing what is about to go down.

"You're right, bro. It IS warm out today. I'll lower the windows for us!"

I only call you Captain, 'cause your dick is off the hook

I can make your dick stand up (are you ready?)

Like Statue of Liberty once we fuck (so hard)

"MICHELANGELO! I am BEGGING YOU! Turn. It. Off or I'm disowning your ugly ass!"

His brother just laughed as he continued to sing along, albeit being way too into it.

"Cut the dick off, took it home with me, 'cause any dick that long, it belong with me"

Just in time for them to stop at a red light. All of the car's windows are down. It was enough for them all to already be famous for being the savior of human kind, and for allowing other mutants to walk the streets.

"This pussy iconic, yeah it moan with me, put your finger in the hole, come bowl with me."

Turn double-dutch with yo' balls while I'm jumpin' on your dick

Tell your grandma sew my pussy, since you split open my clit

Coochie guaranteed to put you to sleep so damn soon

Ridin' on that dick, I'm readin' Goodnight Moon

Ugh... I'm not looking forward to seeing this on Twitter later.

Some girls next to him laughed as he saw them pull up a phone, obviously filming how the youngest was grinding his hips in tune with the song. With Raphael laughing so hard he was having a hard time breathing. Meanwhile, Leo was trying, but failing, to hide from everything.

The brief thought of faking his own death and moving back into the sewers crossed his mind.

Taglist: @redsrooftopprincess, @the-cauldron-witch, I have to tag @thelaundrybitch too because Leo is s u f f e r i n g and needs a hug.

Lemme know if you want on iiiit!

[littlesweetchurro]

Malfunctioned

When Dynamight's gauntlets malfunctioned two things happened:

1. You were 1000% sure you were going to end a crispy support engineer because you couldn't keep your mouth closed. 2. You must have been going through some caffeine induced trance because you might actually have a crush on Bakugou Kaksuki.

Dynamight's smirk didn't fade, much to your mortification. "Fine. But don't think I didn't notice you checking me out, nerd. I might have to start charging admission."

You groaned, eyes glued to the screen. How in God's good name did you get here?

Chapter One:

Bakugou

Bakugou's boots pounded the pavement, his eyes scanning the streets below. Perched on a rooftop, he surveyed the streets. The setting sun cast long shadows across the city, perfect cover for the scum that crawled out after dark. 

His fingers twitched. Sweat beaded on his palms, ready to ignite. It had been too damn quiet lately. He needed some action, needed to blow something up.

"Come on, you bastards," he growled. "Give me a reason."

A flicker of movement caught his eye. Down in an alley, three figures huddled around a fourth. Bakugou grinned. Showtime.

He launched himself off the roof, using controlled explosions to guide his descent. The rush of freefall sent adrenaline surging through his veins. This was what he lived for.

Bakugou landed with a resounding boom, concrete cracking under his feet. The thugs whirled along with the man they had caught in the streets.

"D-Dynamight!" The nearly-bold man exclaimed.

The thugs' eyes darted around the alleyway looking for an escape, when they found none, they dropped the middle-aged salaryman.

"Beat it," Bakugou ordered the portly man, who simply nodded and  scrambled away.

"Well, well," Bakugou sneered, rising to his full height. "What do we have here? A bunch of fucking pathetic losers."

He took in the scene with a practiced eye. Three villains, probably small-time. The one on the left, a hulking brute with arms like tree trunks. Likely some kind of strength enhancement quirk. Center, a weaselly looking fucker with unnaturally long fingers. Those nails looked sharp—some kind of claw quirk? And on the right, a twitchy bastard whose skin seemed to shimmer and shift. Camouflage, maybe?

"Dynamight!" The leader, Claws, hissed. "We ain't done nothin' wrong!"

Bakugou's lip curled. "Yeah? Then why's that guy running like his ass is on fire?" He jerked his chin toward the fleeing civilian. "Face it, you third-rate villains. You're fucked."

Muscles cracked his knuckles. "Big talk for one hero against the three of us."

"Three?" Bakugou laughed, harsh and mocking. "I could take you extras down with both hands tied behind my back!"

He raised his gauntlets, savoring the familiar weight. One good blast would send these losers flying. 

"Any last words before I turn you into smoking craters?"

Claws snarled and lunged forward. Bakugou's finger tightened on the trigger. 

Nothing happened.

For a split second, Bakugou froze. What the fuck? He squeezed again. A pathetic puff of smoke wheezed from the barrel. 

"Shit!" 

Bakugou barely had time to dodge as Claws swiped at his face. Those razor-sharp nails whistled past his ear, slicing off a few strands of hair.

Fucking shit.

The fucking gauntlets were malfunctioning. Again. He was going to murder that glasses son of a bitch when he got back to the agency.

No time to dwell on it now. He'd just have to do this the old-fashioned way.

Bakugou's grin turned feral. "Alright, you want to do this up close and personal? Fine by me!"

He ducked under another swipe from Claws and drove his fist into the villain's solar plexus. As Claws doubled over, gasping, Bakugou grabbed his arm and used the momentum to hurl him into Muscles.

The two villains collided with a satisfying crunch. But where was the third? 

A flicker in his peripheral vision was all the warning he got. Bakugou threw himself to the side as Camouflage materialized, swinging a length of pipe. 

The makeshift weapon clanged against the alley wall. Bakugou rolled to his feet, hands already sparking.

"That the best you got?" He taunted. "My dead grandmother hits harder than you!"

Camouflage's form shimmered, starting to fade. Ah nah, fucker. Bakugou slammed his palms together, creating a concussive blast that filled the alley with smoke and debris. 

A hacking cough gave away Camouflage's position. Bakugou lunged, tackling the now-visible villain to the ground. A few well-placed explosions, and Camouflage was out cold.

Movement behind him. Bakugou whirled just in time to see Muscles charging, meaty fists raised. 

Time seemed to slow. Bakugou's combat instincts took over. He waited until the last possible second, then dropped and swept Muscles' legs out from under him. As the villain stumbled, Bakugou planted both hands on his chest.

"Die!" He roared, letting loose with the biggest explosion he could muster.

Was it over kill? Yeah. But he was too angry to give a fuck.

Muscles flew backward, smashing into a dumpster with bone-jarring force. He slumped to the ground, unconscious.

Claws, the only one left standing, looked from his fallen comrades to the snarling hero. His nerve broke. He turned to run.

"Oh no you don't!" Bakugou snarled. He pressed the triggers on his gauntlets, muscle memory taking over. Nothing. Useless piece of shit!

With a growl of frustration, Bakugou launched himself forward. One hand latched onto Claws' jacket. The other ignited, sending them both tumbling to the ground in a controlled blast.

Bakugou landed on top, pinning the struggling villain. "Stay down if you know what's good for you," he growled.

Claws went limp.

"That's what  I thought."

Bakugou stood, surveying the destruction around him. The alley looked like a war zone. Scorch marks blackened the walls, and the dumpster Muscles had hit was crumpled like a tin can. 

Not bad for hand-to-hand. But it should have been easier. Those gauntlets were designed to concentrate and amplify his explosions. He could have easily finished the scum with one blast.

He raised one arm, squeezing the trigger again. Nothing but an anemic spark. 

"Fuck!" Bakugou slammed his fist against the wall. This was the third time in as many weeks that his support gear had malfunctioned. It was getting beyond a joke.

He needed those gauntlets. Sure, he could fight without them—he'd just proved that. But against a real threat? A high-level villain? That malfunction could get him killed.

Bakugou's jaw clenched. He knew exactly who to blame for this clusterfuck. That smug bastard in Support. The one who kept insisting he knew better than him what he needed. 

He'd told him the calibration was off. Told him the firing mechanism was sticking. But the fucking nerd had the nerve to tell him it was normal.

Bakugou's blood boiled. He was the number two hero, for fuck's sake! He deserved better than this second-rate crap. 

Bakugou activated his comm, barking orders for a police pickup. As he secured the villains, his mind raced with all the choice words he had for a certain support technician. 

"Get the fuck out of my way!"

Bakugou's snarl sent interns scattering like roaches. Good. He was in no mood for pleasantries.

The agency hallways blurred as he stormed through. His hands sparked and smoked, itching to wrap around a certain four-eyed bastard's throat.

He caught his reflection in a glass door. Blood-spattered. Uniform torn. Looking like he'd gone ten rounds with a meat grinder. All because that smug piece of shit couldn't do his fucking job.

Bakugou's lip curled. Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

The door to the support department exploded inward, nearly flying off its hinges. Startled yelps filled the air as techs dove for cover.

"Where is he?" Bakugou roared. His eyes scanned the room, locking onto his target. "You!"

Haruto's eyes went wide behind those stupid glasses. “D-Dynamight, sir! I wasn't expecting—"

"Shut it." Bakugou's voice dropped to a dangerous growl. He stalked forward, backing the other man against a workbench. "You want to explain to me why I just had to take down three villains with my bare fucking hands?"

"I-I'm not sure what you mean," Haruto stammered. That fake confusion only pissed Bakugou off more. "Did something happen with your gear?"

"Did something—" Bakugou's laugh was sharp enough to cut glass. "You're goddamn right something happened! These pieces of shit gauntlets you swore were 'working perfectly' didn't fire!"

He slammed the malfunctioning gear onto the bench. The impact left a dent in the metal surface.

Haruto flinched. "Now, now, I'm sure it's not as bad as all that. Perhaps you're exaggerating a bit? After all, you did defeat the villains..."

"Exaggerating?" Bakugou's voice went deadly quiet. The room temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. "You think I'm exaggerating ?"

He seized a fistful of Haruto's shirt, hauling him close. "Listen here, you arrogant fuck. I am the number two hero. When I go out there, lives are on the line. Mine, and the people I'm protecting. So when I tell you something's wrong with my gear, you fucking listen ."

Haruto's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "O-of course, sir. I apologize if there was any misunderstanding. I'm sure we can sort this out—"

"Oh, we're way past 'sorting out,'" Bakugou snarled. He released Haruto with a shove, sending the man stumbling. "You're going to fix these gauntlets. Now."

"Fix them?" Haruto's eyes darted nervously to the damaged gear. "Well, you see, that might be a bit difficult. The, ah, the calibration is quite delicate, and—"

"I don't want excuses!" Bakugou's fist slammed into the workbench. The metal buckled. "I want results! Now fix the damn things before I lose what little patience I have left!"

Haruto's shoulders slumped. "I... I can't."

For a moment, Bakugou was sure he'd misheard. "What?"

"I can't fix them," Haruto repeated, voice barely above a whisper. "The truth is, I... I never fully understood how they worked in the first place. I've been trying to replicate the original design, but—"

"You what ?" The words came out as more of a roar than a question. Bakugou's vision went red. "You've been bullshitting this entire time?"

Haruto flinched. "I-I thought I could figure it out! I didn't want to admit—"

"You're fired."

Haruto's mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out.

"But... but sir, you can't—"

"I can, and I fucking well am." Bakugou's eyes blazed. "Pack your shit and get out. Now."

He turned to address the rest of the support staff, who were all doing their best to look invisible. "Any of you other extras know how to fix these?"

Silence. A sea of wide eyes and shaking heads.

"Un-fucking-believable." Bakugou ran a hand through his hair.

A thought struck him. It left a sour taste in his mouth, but desperate times and all that shit.

"Fine," he growled. "If you useless fucks can't handle it, we'll go to someone who can. Get me a list of the top support agencies in the area. Now!"

There was a flurry of movement as techs scrambled to comply. Bakugou's scowl deepened. He hated relying on outside help. But he'd be damned if he'd risk his life—or worse, his reputation—because of faulty equipment.

He'd find someone who could fix this mess. And when he did, they'd better be prepared for the highest standards in the business.

Bakugou's lips curled into a feral grin. Oh yes, he was going to put whatever poor bastard they found through absolute hell.

It was time to separate the extras from the real deal.

You

You stepped into your workshop, the familiar chaos of the space making you instantly smile. The room was a jumble of organized disorder, with workbenches cluttered with half-finished projects and shelves lined with an eclectic array of tools and components. Holographic displays flickered in the air, projecting schematics and data readouts that cast a soft blue glow over the room.

You made your way to your primary workstation, carefully navigating around a precariously balanced tower of circuit boards and a robotic arm that was in the middle of some much-needed maintenance. The air hummed with the soft whir of cooling fans and the occasional spark from a nearby soldering station.

As you settled into your chair, you pulled on a pair of magnifying goggles and picked up a set of micro-precision tools. Before you lay Chargebolt's support item - a circular mechanism designed to be worn on his wrist. It was an intricate piece of technology, meant to aid the pro hero in aiming his Quirk by shooting disc-shaped Pointers.

You lost yourself in the work, your hands moving as you carefully adjusted the internal components. Your fingers danced over the delicate circuitry, tweaking and fine-tuning with a level of precision that came from years of experience. The world around you faded away.

"How's it coming along?"

The voice startled you out of your concentration. You looked up to see Ryoichi Kuroda, your colleague and fellow electronics specialist, peering over your shoulder with interest.

You leaned back, stretching out the kink in your neck. "Pretty well, actually. I think I've managed to increase the accuracy of the Pointers by about 15%."

Kuroda's eyebrows shot up. "Impressive. Chargebolt's going to be thrilled."

You smirked, unable to keep the smug pride out of your voice. "Well, he should be. I've been working on this thing for weeks."

Kuroda pulled up a chair, his eyes fixed on the mechanism. "Mind if I take a look?"

You shrugged, sliding the device over to him. "Be my guest. I could use a fresh pair of eyes."

As Kuroda examined your work, you found yourself explaining the modifications you'd made. "See, I've recalibrated the targeting system to account for atmospheric conditions. It should help Chargebolt aim more accurately, even in less-than-ideal weather."

Kuroda nodded. "Clever. But won't that put more strain on the power source?"

You grinned, reaching for a small component on your desk. "That's where this comes in. It's a new type of micro-battery I've been developing. Twice the power in half the size."

Kuroda whistled. "You've really outdone yourself this time."

You smiled. It was nice to have your hard work recognized, especially by someone as talented as Kuroda. "Thanks. But I'm not done yet. I still need to run some final tests before I'm ready to hand it over to Chargebolt."

Kuroda handed the device back to you. "Well, if anyone can pull it off, it's you. Just don't forget to eat and sleep occasionally, okay?"

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it. "Yes, Mom. I promise I won't work myself to death."

As Kuroda chuckled and stood to leave, you turned back to your work. Your fingers itched to get back to the delicate circuitry.

You were so engrossed in your task that you barely noticed the hours slipping by. The workshop around you gradually emptied as your colleagues headed home for the day, but you stayed, determined to finish just one more adjustment.

It wasn't until your stomach growled loudly that you finally looked up, blinking in surprise at the darkened room around you. You glanced at the clock and groaned. It was well past midnight.

With a sigh, you carefully set aside Chargebolt's support item and began tidying up your workspace. As much as you wanted to keep working, you knew you needed to get some rest.  

You trudged into the izakaya, tired but damned grateful to grab a beer. Mai was already there, waving enthusiastically from a corner booth. You slid in across from her.

The lighting in this place was crap, it made the dark circles under your eyes 10 times worse, but it was cheap and good. And there was no way you would skip on good and cheap food just because the lighting made you look crappier than normal.

"Rough day?" Mai asked, pushing a cold beer towards you.

You took a long swig before answering. "Just busy. This new project for Chargebolt is kicking my ass."

Mai's eyes lit up. "Ooh, tell me more! What are you working on?"

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It's a redesign of his wristband. We're trying to improve the aim assist for his Pointers. The tricky part is balancing the electrical output without frying the circuitry."

"Sounds complicated," Mai said, her brow furrowing.

You snorted. "That's putting it mildly. I've been knee-deep in schematics for weeks."

Mia nodded and took a sip of her drink. "You should be knees-deep between someone's legs, not with some project."

You laughed, "I wish."

Just then, a commotion near the entrance caught your attention. A tall, armored figure had walked in, and the entire izakaya erupted in excited whispers.

"Oh my god," Mai gasped, gripping your arm. "Is that Ingenium?"

You glanced over, confirming it was indeed the speed hero. "Yep, looks like it."

Mai was practically vibrating with excitement. "We should go say hi! Or get an autograph! Or-"

You cut her off with a gentle pat on her hand. "Mai, relax. They're just people doing their job, same as us."

Mai's gaze snapped back to you, her eyes narrowing. " Just people? Are you kidding me? Have you seen them?" She leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Heroes are hot as fuck."

You snorted, nearly choking on your beer. "Seriously? That's what you're focused on?"

"Oh, don't act all high and mighty," Mai teased. "You can't tell me you've never thought about it. All those tight costumes, rippling muscles..."

You actually had thought about it, but your friend didn't need to know that. "I'm a professional, Mai. I don't ogle the people I work with."

"Bullshit," she said, grinning. "I've seen the way you look at Deku's ass when he's in the news."

You spluttered, indignant. "I do not-"

"Oh please," Mai cut you off. "It's okay to admit it. They're like walking wet dreams in spandex."

"Fine," you gave in. "Maybe they're... aesthetically pleasing. But that doesn't mean anything."

Mai's triumphant smirk made you want to crawl under the table. "Knew it." Her eyes were still tracking Ingenium as he made his way to a private booth.

"God, I bet he's fast in bed too. Can you imagine? Those powerful thrusts, over and over, until you're screaming his name." Her smirk grew "his real name that is, or maybe his super kinky and he likes it when girls call him by his hero name."

You groan, dropping your forehead to the sticky tabletop. Thank God Ingenium couldn't hear them over the bustle of fans. "Jesus, Mai. TMI."

She ignored you, lost in her fantasy. "I wonder if his stamina translates to other areas. He could probably go all night long."

"For fuck's sake," you muttered into the table. "Can we please talk about literally anything else?"

Mai's attention snapped back to you. "What's your problem? How are you not impressed by him? He's Ingenium! One of the top heroes in the country!"

You sit up, scrubbing a hand over your face. How do you explain that after years of working with heroes, the shine has worn off? That you've seen them at their worst - sweaty, bruised, and bitching about malfunctioning gear. That you know the unglamorous reality behind the carefully crafted public personas.

But more than that, how do you admit that there's only one green hero who gets your blood pumping these days?

You settled for a noncommittal shrug. "I guess I'm just not into the whole speed thing."

Mai's eyebrows shoot up. "Oh? And what exactly are you into, then?"

You take a long swig of beer, avoiding her knowing gaze. "Nothing. No one. Shut up."

Mai finally tore her gaze away from Ingenium, focusing back on you with a sly grin. "Speaking of seeing people... when are you going to get back out there? It's been ages since you've been on a date or gotten some for that matter."

"I get—" you started to protest.

Your friend rolled her eyes, "that doesn't count. You need to get railed," she took a swig of her beer, eyes drifting to the speed hero. "Or at least go out on a date."

"Not this again. I've told you, I don't have time for dating right now."

"You have to make time!" Mai insisted. "You can't just work all the time. What about that cute guy from accounting?"

"The one who thinks Excel is a type of turn-on? Hard pass."

Mai laughed, shaking her head. "Okay, fair. But seriously, you need to get out more."

"I'm out right now, aren't I?" you countered, wildly gesturing to the izakaya around you.

"With your best friend doesn't count," Mai said, rolling her eyes. "I mean real dates. Meeting new people. Having fun!"

You sighed dramatically. "Bold of you to assume I find other people fun."

Mai snorted into her drink. "God, you're impossible. Fine, be a hermit. More cute guys for me."

"I thought you were happy with Kenji," you teased.

Mai's eyes softened at the mention of her boyfriend. "I am. He's... he's really great, actually. We're talking about moving in together."

 "Wow, that's a big step. Are you ready for that?"

Mai nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I think so. It feels right, you know?"

You actually didn't know, not really, but you were happy for your friend. "That's awesome, Mai. I'm really glad you found someone who makes you happy."

"Thanks," Mai said, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand. "I just want you to be happy too."

You squeezed back. "I am happy. I've got my work, my friends, what more do I need?"

Mai opened her mouth to argue, but was cut off by a sudden increase in volume from the TV mounted in the corner. You both turned to look, seeing the familiar explosive hero on screen.

"Breaking news," the anchor was saying, "Pro Hero Dynamight has just apprehended a group of villains attempting to rob the National Bank. Witnesses say the confrontation was over in minutes, with minimal damage to the surrounding area."

The screen cut to footage of Dynamight, looking typically surly as he spoke to the police. His costume was singed and there was a small cut on his cheek, but otherwise he seemed unharmed.

"Minimal damage?" you scoffed. "That's a first."

Mai elbowed you. "Come on, give him some credit. He's gotten a lot better at controlling collateral damage."

You had to admit she had a point. Dynamight had made significant strides in reining in his more… destructive tendencies over the years. Still, old habits died hard, and you found yourself rolling your eyes at his gruff demeanor on screen.

"I guess," you conceded. "But he's still an ass."

Mai laughed. "True. But a very effective ass." That smirk that let you know she was up to no good painted her face, "a very fine, tight ass."

You rolled your eyes and threw an edamame at her.

As the news moved on to other topics, you found your gaze lingering on the TV, your mind drifting to thoughts of explosive quirks and support gear. Maybe there was something in Dynamight's technique that could help with Chargebolt's design.

You shook your head, forcing yourself back to the present. This was supposed to be your night off, after all. You turned back to Mai who continued to not so subtly ogle Ingenium.

[siremasterlawrence]

Hypno House Part 4

The clouds arrive over our building as a sign of total and utter level of self destruction at its greatest and highest level as the blast of decoration of lightening dancing through the sky. It comes crashing through the ceiling hitting the floor it causes a schism in the middle of a red line dividing me and the four cute male clients whom have designs on Alan but will learn their faith soon enough. The thunder rolls slamming in to the sky so lit as the four men begin to pursue me for more perspective celebrity clientele that I can capture and use for their meaningless commercial.A single snap of my fingers as the lights are blinking on and off in their eyes as they can not help staring in to it and heads roll lifting up in to the sky and all that matters is what they see. My plan has been sprung as I manger to be able to escape the room as the metal door slip upwards in to the ceiling as I race from harm and watch the events ensue as the entirety of the room is locked down. A small circle open up as a pipe drops in to the room unloading a blast of gas brewing up and filling the room up til the brim of the ceiling and brushing them in to darkness as their eyes close and they fall to the floor.They spent the rest of the night filling up to the top with the gas as they woke up in the morning to find all four men mindless under my power forever and I woke up as his body rises to his feet. I wave at them as they soon focus solely on me as I instruct them to follow me in to my room the laboratory and sit in the specially made mechanical chairs I produced for them as the strapped are made of electrodes. I will be in a gleeful spiral of ecstasy as he rose to his feet letting his clothes fly in to the air as he undresses himself as he fell to the floor and dancing it off his body is so damn sexy.

Where do all of the broken hearts go? The song is playing loud as this man a failure of his own evil product stand in front of me ready and able to disrobe for me he is so perfectly hot. He is fully erect in a slim red jacket on top of a white tee and tight jeansas he dances a bit to my delight he is better then I thought he would be that’s for sure so smooth. The man has no choice in his thoughts, mind or physical appeal with love, lust, needs and desire overcoming him as he strips so slow and very seductively his clothes ripping in a flow throughout the room he is mine now and I want him. It is my greatest pleasure toface him head on cupping his chin as he is pulling him closer to me as we kiss and he is slinks in to my arm and I swing him down in to a deep slumber.Snapping fingers one more time he freezes on my command he stood motionless stark naked in the middle room he is prepared to receive my power, pain and pleasure all in one blow. I form a fist punching him to the ground as the blow could be heard with a simple and single sound ricocheting around the room hitting wall to wall straight to his room. Something is off as the sound bouncing off the wall right in to his ears as he tripping on his feet as he stumbles backwards on to the wall in the back room and sliding down to the ground. In to a deep, deeper and even deeper coma like state resting away what is left of his old life and I without a second look of thought I take advantage roaming on to his body.

In the other room my next slave awaits for my command as he also sleeps away but his mind totally active forming a dream to come true and I am drawn in to him as he continues to become more and more close to being my thrall.

“But Master! Wait please!”

“Why did you do this to me?”

“You think you can ask me to enslave Alan and it will be ok.”

“There is always a reaction to actions “

“No! No way !”

“You can’t escape! Why fight me?”

“I am a shamed but “

“But nothing “

“Grow up and accept “

“You enslaved me”

“You and Grant”

“You are cold and cruel”

“Cruel huh? You have no idea “

“What are you saying ?”

“Look at me and focus on my eyes “

“Yes…”

“Yes who?”

“Master Lawrence “

“Grant and Justin go make out for me.” I say to both of them.

“Does that mean you have time to me?”

“Glenn! Of course I have time for you”

“How long Master?”

“As long as I choose “

“Did I do a good job dressing for me?”

“Will you serve me?”

“All of my life! Master please “

“Yes! You are so sexy”

“Do I make you hard sir?

“Hard? You satisfy me in all ways “

“Greatest pleasure in the world”

“This is twisted! I gave in so easily “

“Amazing my slave! Why not fight ?”

“Because it is so sweet I can’t deny it”

“You are my God!”

“Explain it!”

“I am in world wind, I am under your thrall and I love you.”

Poor Andrew is strapped to another bed with virtual goggles and gold headphones covering his head as well as his face with the lights flicking on blasting my programs into his head. He struggles at first as his life rolls in front of him as he drags in to a dream getting dressed for the night in a white tuxedo and rushes over to meet andgreet me.

“Master Lawrence “

“I love you “

“I am kneeling for you “

The end

[fandomnerd9602]

Wolf Spider (Finale)

Sam Carpenter x Spider-Man!Reader

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Venom wasn’t supposed to have bonded with Detective Bailey. Sam wasn’t supposed to arrive in the middle of your battle at the clock tower. And you weren’t supposed to have your entire base of operations be going up in flames like this. But life, like it does to so many spider-folk, loves to throw you a series of curveballs.

Ghost-Venom, your little name for the abomination currently in front of you and Sam, roars before forming a giant curve blade with one of its arms.

“I’m gonna spill both of your innards all over New York,” Bailey speaks through the symbiote.

“I believe him. ” you shout as you grab Sam and jump out the nearest window. The monster’s arm blade narrowly misses you as you do so.

“Run run run little spiders” the creature growls as it too takes to the open air, swinging after you.

“Bailey’s got your powers now?!” Sam screams.

“The symbiotic copies abilities” you explain as you swing through the city. “We have to lure him somewhere”

“What stop him?”

“Sound or fire”

“What about-?” Samtries to ask as you’re suddenly smacked in the back by the creature, knocking you right into the heart of Times Square. You shield your girlfriend as you smack into the cold hard pavement. Sam rolls out of your arms and over a couple feet. She tries to pull herself to her feet.

“What is it with my battles and always ending up here?” you wince from the impact.

Ghost-Venom lands with a mighty crash on the street in front of you, “You took my family from me. I’m simply returning the favor”

He grabs a taxi cab and flings it at you. Thinking quick, you spin a web, entrapping the vehicle. It does nothing to stop Ghost-Venom from crashing straight through it and backhanding you right into the Times Square jumbotron. Bolts of electricity surge through your body, electrocuting you. Screams of pain erupt from your very core. And then all of a sudden it stops. The electricity begins coursing somewhere else.

You turn to see Chad, clad in a makeshift black track suit and one of your abandoned masks. He’s sticking to the side of the jumbotron and absorbing all the electricity.

“Surprised? So am I” he smirks from under the mask. You hand him one of your web shooters. He clasps it onto his wrists, “Crash course?”

“Point and shoot with your middle and ring fingers…”

“Let’s protect our girls!” The two of you swing down and kick Ghost-Venom square in the chest. Tara speeds in on a motorcycle and unloads a shotgun right into the creature.

“Tara?” Sam asks in amazement as her younger sister pulls her to her feet. Tara hands her a gun as the two take to firing off shots.

You and Chad work in tandem to weaken the creature.

“How are we gonna stop him? There’s no fire around here?!” Chad asks as Ghost-Venom flings him across the area.

The sound of a revving guitar solo catches your ear. You can’t help but smirk, “but we got sound.”

BOOM! The sound of a rocking guitar explodes in a shockwave, knocking Ghost-Venom flat on his chest as Hobie rocks out from behind.

“Sorry I’m late, bruv” Hobie smiles as he raises his amp’s volume to eleven. Ghost Venom shrieks in pain as does Bailey.

An idea forms in your brain, “Chad! Use your electricity to turn all of Times Square-”

“Into a giant amp” Chad smiles as he swings off and combines his new ‘venom bite’ as he later calls it, with all of the speakers and screens around Times Square.

Seeing a couple construction pipes, you work to slam several of them into the ground around Ghost-Venom, locking the monster in place. Sam and Tara fire off several shotgun blasts keeping the creature in its cage.

“Hobie!” you shout, “turn it up!”

Hobie smiles as he plays the loudest guitar solo he’s ever played. All of Times Square short circuits, sparks fly, Venom cowers and slowly rips away from Bailey. The detective screams in pain from the forcible extraction.

Chad swings in, fully charged and zaps the cage with an untold amount of electricity. The combination of sound and light ignites the symbiote and Detective Bailey’s legs.

You web a line and pull Bailey out of the cage. Venom screams and shrieks as every last shred of the creature is finally burned away.

Bailey looks up to see you, Sam, Tara, Chad, and Hobie staring down at him

“You’re in some real deep trap, mate” Hobie chuckles as he webs up Bailey.

“Trap?” Chad asks

“It’s a slang for-never mind” you wave it off.

It’s been a couple months since then.

Bailey was arrested, Quinn testified against him and acted as a key witness.

Anika was released from the hospital and is now enjoying every day with Mindy.

Gale was also released from the ICU and is currently writing from eyewitness accounts about the battle in Times Square. She’s got quite the bestseller on her hands.

Chad and Tara have been taking it slow. Mostly because Chads been busy training with you as the Electric Spider. The names still a work in progress.

And now that brings you to your relationship with Sam. The two of you have found a nice little studio apartment which doubles as the new Web. You still miss your old one but hey now you can spend as much time as you want with your girl.

Sam frets at the kitchen counter, pacing back and forth nervously.

“What’s wrong?” you ask with a little smirk

“My über won’t be here on time to take me to work”

“I can take you”

The offer was really tempting for Sam, “really?” She bites her lip mischievously.

“I have a patrol that way anyway” you shrug nonchalantly.

You open up the window overlooking New York and gesture to it.

Next thing Sam knew, you and her were swinging through the open air. Sam was shouting with the delight all the way to her new job.

Sam Carpenter was the woman you’d live for, die for, and overall, to be this universe’s Spider-Man was truly something…amazing.

The End

Tags: @deafeningsharkslimeempath @ma1egamer @jacelion @jacksonandjacksonville @ab1nsur @konstantin609 @jadenyukiyusakufujikiyutoduelist

[a-sin-to-be-rin]

Cold

Selina is a simple woman. She likes pretty gems and a glass of merlot at the end of a long day. She’s never tried to play hero, and she’s never cared much for complicated relationships. But Batman seems intent on saddling her with everything she’s never wanted. Part of her wants to boycott anything vaguely Bat-themed. But the other part of her is pretty sure that only a monster would leave a kid to freeze to death.

---

Selina isn’t sure how she got here. Yes, she did take her bike. That’s the way that she got to STAR Labs’ Gotham branch. But that certainly isn’t how she found herself dodging blasts from an experimental frost gun that she’d been contracted to steal. And that’s definitely not how she found herself fighting alongside Batman.

So much for an easy smash and grab.

“Stand down, Catwoman,” Dr. Fries warns, lowering the gun to shoot her a sympathetic grimace. “My issue isn’t with you.”

“I think it is,” Selina taunts, stalking closer. “That gun isn’t yours. I want it back.”

The doctor huffs. “Excuse me? It’s a cold-based weapon. I have a monopoly over those. You know that.”

Selina has to jerk to the left to avoid a frostbitten ear. “Oh? What about Captain Cold?”

“Different city. Doesn’t count.”

“Stay out of this, Catwoman,” comes the unmistakable rumble of the Dark Knight.

Ah. Just what she needs. One more man telling her to go home.

Well, her employer is certainly paying enough. She isn’t going home without that gun.

“And let you have all the fun?” she purrs, snagging Mr. Freeze’s arm with her whip. But he slashes through it and shoots at her face. She just barely dodges the blast of ice.

There’s a growl. Another barbed wire-gargling grunt from Mr. Tall, Dark, and Miserable. “Robin. Now.”

And the ceiling erupts in a series of controlled explosions.

Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam.

Clouds of dust plume in a circle above Mr. Freeze’s head. The cement groans before a massive chunk of ceiling crumbles down, burying the mad scientist.

Batman takes a moment to catch Selina’s gaze. “It’s over. Go home.” And then he stalks off to dig Mr. Freeze out of the rubble.

But of course, Selina has no intention of leaving. Not without the gun. The gem that powers it - pure glacialis lazuli - is worth a small fortune. Selina will not let this night be a waste.

“Did we get ‘im, Batman?” a tiny voice pipes from above.

Batman grunts.

The boy is undeterred, flipping through the new hole in the ceiling and landing on top of the cement pile. He’s all grins, kicking the loose rocks aside. “I’ve always preferred crushed ice.”

“Hush,” Batman says, though there’s no heat in his voice. He’s simply focused on the task at hand. He begins picking through the rubble. “Dr. Fries?”

“H-here,” the rogue groans. A rubber glove reaches out from within the pile. But before Batman can grab it, Mr. Freeze’s hand blindly finds Robin’s vest, pulls him in, and-

Hiss-crack.

The hand releases, Robin stumbles back, and Batman rushes forward, ripping the gun from Freeze’s hidden grip.

“Cold, Batman?” The voice is smug, even buried under a ton of cement.

“You missed me, Fries,” Batman growls, and suddenly he’s pulling the mad doctor out with more strength than any normal man should have. Helmetless, Mr. Freeze is helpless as Batman slams his fist into the scientist’s jaw.

But Selina isn’t paying attention to them anymore. She’s running - sprinting - as she watches the little boy fall from the rubble in slow-motion. It’s a miracle that she catches him before he can shatter against the cracked tile.

“H-help,” the boy gasps, lips blue and eyes panicked.

“BATMAN!” Selina screams, but whatever the vigilante is doing, he finds it more important than the sidekick - the child - growing cold in Selina’s arms.

Selina’s own growl rumbles in her chest. She wraps the boy’s cape around him and gathers him in her arms. She needs to get him somewhere warm. Now. There’s no time to wait for Batman.

Selina rushes outside. It’s no warmer out here than it was inside - not in a New Jersey winter - but she has a plan. A… half-plan. And that will have to do for now.

“Hang on,” she murmurs to the shivering bundle in her arms. “Just hang on.”

Selina’s bike is just outside the facility, but it’s no good to her. She can’t ride and carry the boy at the same time. The Batmobile should be out here too, but there’s no sign of it. But there are other options.

Heart thudding against her ribs, the cat burglar runs to the road. It’s two AM, so most reasonable people are asleep, but the bars haven’t quite closed down yet. The lights are still on across the street at O’Malley’s. More importantly, however, its lot still has quite a few cars in it.

Selina hugs the boy closer to her, darting across the street and into the lot. She scans the cars for something quick and easy to steal. Something old. Something without an immobilizer. Or an alarm.

Something… something… something… there!

Robin whines in Selina’s arms, and she feels her heart break just a little. “Shh,” she hums, setting him down a safe distance away from the ‘80s junker. Then she slams her claws into the window, shattering the glass. Once the lock is popped, the door swings open easily, and Selina gets to work.

Pry open the steering column. Red, yellow, and white wires. Strip and clip. She could do this in her sleep.

The engine roars to life, and Selina wastes no time grabbing Robin and throwing him in the passenger seat. She’s not as gentle as she should be, and a vein of guilt runs through her, but she doesn’t linger on the feeling. The boy needs someplace warm. Now.

“Guess Bats wouldn’t want you in a hospital,” she muses, because sometimes talking out loud is the only way to maintain sanity. And she’s right; Batman would hate if Robin’s identity got out. And anyway, Selina’s apartment is closer.

The gas pedal kisses the floor the whole drive. All Selina can hear are the boy’s sad little whimpers and the chattering of his teeth. Absently, she cranks the car’s heater. It doesn’t do much.

“Talk to me, kid,” she orders, eyes never straying from the road. “What happened?”

Robin whines again. “C-c-cold.”

“We’ve established that,” Selina replies, trying to ignore the panic clawing at her chest.

The boy doesn’t reply, and Selina doesn’t push him. Instead, she pushes the gas pedal. How can a three minute drive feel so long?

But despite how long it feels, it really only is three minutes (two and a half, really, what with the speeding) before they arrive at Selina’s apartment building. She leaves the engine running and the car doors open, taking the stairs two at a time. She doesn’t have time to wait for the elevator.

Otto and Hecate are waiting at the door when Selina barges in. The cats rub against her ankles and paw at her legs, but she pays them no mind.

“W-wh-where-?” Robin mumbles, twisting in her hold.

“Cut it out,” Selina hisses, “or I’ll drop you.” It’s not a threat; it’s a warning. The boy doesn’t seem to recognize this, and Selina all but tosses him on the couch before he can crack his head on the hardwood.

Robin groans. He might be awake. Selina can’t be sure with the mask. And despite the almost sacred importance that Batman places on anonymity, Selina can’t be bothered to care. There’s a dying boy in her apartment. Secret identities are moot at this point.

Selina doesn’t spend another second agonizing over the choice. She pulls the mask off and tosses it to the side. The boy (who is now, very clearly, just a boy) is only half-awake, glassy eyes taking in the apartment with indifference. 

And now she can finally look at what she’s truly dealing with. The boy is pale - paler than anyone should ever be - lips and fingers still blue. The front of his vest - the spot Freeze shot - is caked with ice and snow. His shaking fingers tug at his vest, trying to distance himself from the frozen clothing.

Taking pity, Selina helps ease the vest and undershirt off. And then she feels her own face go pale. The boy’s chest is blue, with traces of frost spreading outwards from the point of contact. His pulse is still there (thank god), but it’s slow and pounding. She presses the back of her hand to his forehead, and goosebumps instantly cover her arm.

“‘s c-, ‘s c-co-, ‘s c-c-col-”

“It’s cold, I know,” Selina hums sympathetically.

“Wh-ere-?”

Selina sighs, cranking up the radiator. Part of her feels bad. He’s just a confused, injured kid, after all. But the other part of her just wants him to be quiet.

“My apartment,” she says. She grabs a stack of blankets from the closet and lays them over Robin. Otto jumps onto the couch, settling against the boy’s side.

Selina wishes there was some way to contact Batman. Other than a giant spotlight, that is. She needs him here now. So she isn’t forced to dump his brat off at the hospital and hope for the best. But Batman isn’t big on sharing his phone number, so Selina has to just wait.

Selina hates waiting.

The boy murmurs something under his breath, expression tortured. “C-c-c-”

“Cold. I know.” She doesn’t mean to snap, but all she wants to do is make the problem go away. The fact that she can’t is killing her.

“N-nuh-no.”

Selina frowns, kneeling down and watching the increasingly aware Robin with concern. “What is it?”

“C-c-”

If he says cold again, Selina is going to burn down the apartment.

“C-Catwoman?”

Oh. Right.

“That’s me,” she assures him. With her mask still firmly affixed to her face, Robin would probably be surprised if she denied it.

“W-where’s B-B-B-?”

Something in Selina’s ice-cold heart softens, chilly water mixing with warm sentiment. “Bats is coming,” she promises, and she hopes to god that she isn’t lying.

But this doesn’t seem to comfort the boy. If anything, he grows more agitated, shifting so much that he almost rolls off the couch.

“Wh-? Cut it out!” Selina puts a hand on Robin’s shoulder, keeping him from crashing to the floor. “I told you, Bats will be here soon. Relax.” She tries to stand up to get the first aid kit, but Robin thrashes more. He shakes his head, still trembling hard. 

“I… I c-can’t let h-him…”

Selina’s initial reaction is to be annoyed. Why won’t this kid just stay still? She’s trying to keep him from freezing to death, and he’s only distracting her.

But another part of her - a curiouser, more analytical side of her - wonders why this is riling the boy up. What is he scared of?

Selina silences that part of her mind, of course. There are more important things at stake.

She pulls the first aid kit from the closet and dumps it on the kitchen table. She finds the thermometer hiding between the antiseptic and ace bandages. Then she returns to the boy, who clearly made another attempt to get up. His upper body is off the couch, arms and head dangling like a rag doll, while his legs remain solidly planted on the cushions.

“What did you do?” Selina sighs, grabbing Robin from under his arms and placing him back on the couch.

“G-gott-ta help B-B-Batma-an.” The boy clumsily grips her arms, savoring the heat of her skin. His fingers feel like icicles.

Selina shushes him and holds out the thermometer. Robin stares at her, eyes hazy with confusion.

“Open your mouth,” she orders before sticking the thermometer under his tongue. His teeth click against the plastic. He’s blinking more and more, the time with his eyes closed steadily increasing. Selina figures she should keep him alert, though she's not sure why.

“So, uh… crazy night in Gotham, huh?”

Robin’s attention drifts to her, and in slow succession, he frowns in confusion, then his eyebrows shoot up, and finally, he puts on his angriest glare.

The thermometer beeps, and Robin bats it away. “C-Ca-Catwom-man?” His voice is a low hiss.

Selina feels unease coat her stomach. Robin initially was ambivalent - maybe even pleased - to see her.

But now?

He's furious. Confused, most likely. Disoriented enough to think Selina wants to hurt him.

Slowly, carefully, Selina picks the thermometer off the floor to read the number:

89.0°

Selina’s blood runs cold.

“Ge-Get aw-way.”

He’s still scared, and until Selina can calm him down, he’s not going to let her get close. So Selina does the first thing that comes to mind. She pulls her mask off.

“Not Catwoman,” she soothes. “Just a woman.”

Robin is still angry. “I-I do-don’t kno-know you.”

“I’m Selina. And you're Robin. There you go; we’re not strangers anymore.”

And this long shot is ridiculously effective. Robin’s brow smooths over, expression uncomfortable but not angry. “‘k-kay, Se-Se-lina.”

“Will you stay on the couch so I can heat up some water? You need to drink something hot.”

Robin shrugs, snuggling deeper into his blanket pile. Otto lies beside Robin’s head and purrs contentedly.

Selina takes that as a yes, hurrying to the kitchen and microwaving a mug of water. Normally, she’d never do it, but she doesn’t have the time to use the stove. There’s no time to steep tea either, and Selina doesn’t keep hot chocolate on hand, so she squeezes some honey into the mug and calls it a day.

Robin is still shivering when Selina gets back, but thankfully, he’s still on the couch.

“Um…” Selina hesitates before tapping Robin on the head. (That’s how you wake up kids, right?) “Hey, you should drink this.”

The boy, still fully horizontal, looks at her like she has six heads. He doesn’t take the offered mug.

“C’mon. Just…” Selina sighs, taking a seat on the couch and pulling Robin into a seated position. “Drink this.” She shoves the mug in the boy’s hands, but he’s still trembling, and he nearly spills it everywhere before Selina grabs it back.

“Okay,” she mutters. “Okay, okay, okay.”

Why isn’t Batman here yet?

“C’mon,” Selina encourages, giving Robin back the mug before placing her own hands over his to stop the shaking. “Little sips, alright?”

The boy drinks half before his hands fall away.

Panic sparks in Selina’s chest before she realizes that Robin only did so to hug her. And then panic resumes for a completely different reason.

What is she supposed to do? What do you do when a kid hugs you?

“Stay under the blankets,” Selina scolds, prying his hands off and pushing him away. “You’re gonna freeze.”

But Robin doesn’t stay on his side of the couch for long. He returns moments later, snuggling up against Selina’s side.

“Didn’t you hear me? You’re going to die.”

Robin simply hums, leaning heavily against her.

For a second, Selina almost pushes him away again. But then she looks at him - really looks at him - and she can’t do it. He’s just so small and pathetic and-

And something about Selina is wrong. She feels… protective.

So, swept up in the moment, Selina grabs the blankets and situates them over her and the boy. (The cat is displeased, but he’ll get over it.) Then she wraps an arm around Robin, and he melts in her hold.

That’s how Batman finds them, when he finally comes for the boy.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

I saw drabbles were open and I am here to be a menace to society~

Typical evening in the WooJoongJong (idk sis if u got a better name I'm all ears 😭) dorm? Maybe them arguing over dinner and gn!9th member MC platonically getting in on the chaos?

I just love those three platonically sm, genuinely wanna be besties they seem like a riot

ok ok i had a lot of fun writing this 😭 do i know what the fuck is going on?? no, but at least it was enjoyable

thank you for the ask, love 💗💗 this was a blast to write

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If you were being honest, quiet was a rare occurrence in the dorms. With the sheer number of people, it was almost impossible that you would find a moment of complete silence in your day in the dorms. 

Tonight, though, it seemed like that might happen. You and Jongho slurped away at the dinner you had so graciously cooked for the two of you (it was payment for him killing the roach you had found in the bathroom only two days prior). No words were exchanged. He silently scrolled on his phone while you skimmed through the book you were trying to read. It was incredibly boring, but somehow you didn’t mind. It was peaceful. 

You were excited to hopefully enjoy a nice and peaceful night. It was the start of a night you could only dream of.

But when Hongjoong burst out of the bedroom, your dreams instantly shattered. Wooyoung trailed behind him. Both looked unsettled. Joong was clearly upset, and Wooyoung looked like he had gotten the first glimpse of that. You could only assume you and the man seated across from you were going to receive the next moments of his rage.

Jongho, clearly unbothered, had yet to look up from his phone. 

“Alright!” Hongjoong started. You waited in anticipation, but Jongho only glanced up at the man, “Who broke the lamp?”

“What lamp?” Jongho inquired. 

Hongjoong scoffed, “What lamp?” he mocked, voice pitched higher than usual. “We only have one fucking lamp. And it’s broken. So…who broke it?”

You and Jongho glanced at each other. Clearly thinking the same thing. You both turned to him, “Wooyoung.”

“Ok fuck you guys,” the aforementioned man piped up from behind Hongjoong, “You both know I didn’t break it. It was that stupid rabbit Y/n brought home last week.”

You gawked at him, “Snitch.”

“Rabbit!?” Hongjoong was clearly thrown off by the presence of the little critter you had acquired.

“Yeah Y/n bought a rabbit, and they’ve been keeping it under your bed,” Jongho finally put his phone down, “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t noticed.” 

You shook your head, so called friends. They had promised they wouldn’t tell, but you, too, honestly were pretty surprised Joong had yet to notice the newly acquired animal. She wasn’t quiet, at all, and she shed profusely. Maybe he had thought the hair was one of your guys’.

“Why the fuck did you get a rabbit? What happened to ‘no pets’?”

Shrugging, you answered him, “She was really cute. I couldn’t help it! And it’s only temporary! My parents are coming to get her next month when they visit Seoul. I honestly didn’t think it would matter since she’s in a cage when you're here.”

“So you were purposely hiding it from me?”

“Her. I was specifically hiding her from you. Because I knew you’d freak out.”

You saw the door behind him open, and behind him emerged Jongho (who you didn’t notice had gotten up from the table). He had the rabbit in his arms. 

He showed her to Hongjoong. “She’s honestly pretty cute.” Jongho said, pushing the rabbit into your friend’s arms.

You, in real time, watched him melt at the sight of the little white bunny. 

“Ok, yeah she is kinda cute.”

You laughed at him.

“But the lamp is still broken.”

You waved a dismissive hand, “We can just buy a new one.”

Joong glared at you, “No, you can by a new one. And I’m keeping the rabbit.”

“What!? No the fuck your not!”

He shrugged and retreated into the bedroom with your daughter in his arms.

[serjthejerk]

Sewer Trotting

Bullfrog x gn! neurodivergent! reader

Content: Fluff, Small panic attack, Dissociation, Comfort, Pet names, Temporarily-Nonverbal. ( for plot sake, pretend the sewers isn’t just a pipe and is instead a sewer hallway with the sewage in the middle and concrete cat walks on the side🫶)

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A grimace painted itself onto my face as I lifted up the grimy metal cover for a manhole. The stench of raw sewage seemed to blast me away with the stench, my lungs contracting and forcing me into a coughing fit.

“Dear god..” I wheezed out, forcing myself to open the lid further for my amphibious colleague. Dutifully, bullfrog wasted no time dropping in, completely avoiding the rusted ladder that I had the misfortune to climb down.

Leaning my head away to catch my last breath of fresh air, I start my decent into the sewer; closing the manhole behind me.

“Faire attention, mon ami.”

I give out a grunt of recognition to my acquaintance, easing one leg after another. It wasn’t long until my boot met the ground and I could drop down, my weight making a disgusting squelch upon impact.

“This is fucking gnarly, man” I cringe, wiping my hands off on my pants. The frog only chuckling at my complaint.

“The faster we get through this, the faster it’s over” Bullfrog’s accent curling the words he spoke, it was a honest truth that I hate to come to terms with. Taking the lead, bullfrog started our trudge into the foul-smelling labyrinth, i begrudgingly followed after him. The ambience of diluted water pushing over itself and the hollow footsteps filled the corridor, accompanying the awkward silence between us.

Perhaps I should say something? I mean, there isn’t much to say. I mean, what the hell would I say? ‘Oh hey yeah blah blah we have bombs in our head so that’s not cool’ doesn’t seem like a good conversation starter. Maybe I should just stay silent? I mean, this is a high stakes high stress mission so I don’t think anyone would want to be chatty during this.

“I-”

“Sh.” Bullfrog hushes, holding his arm out to signal a stop. My ears perked up, trying to focus on what could be a disturbance but I was met with nothing. My eye brows furrowed while looking down at the frog, nervousness starting to take ahold of my throat.

Bullfrog lowered his arm, unmoving and alert. Keep it cool y/n, don’t lose your shit. Keep it together, we’re fine.

“Je suis desolé(e), mon ami. I thought I sensed another person.” Although still alert, he let out a sigh of relief, looking back to check on me. I could only bring myself to look at his eyes for a mere second before looking ahead.

“We should get going.” I comment, my right hand fiddling with the end of my shirt. I know I wasn’t a star perfect Eden samaritain by a long shot, but the weight of this mission and the fucking bomb takes my usually nervous nelly-self to a whole new level.

Bullfrog gave a nod in agreement, vigilantly trudging forward with me in pursuit. Despite being given goggles to navigate the dark terrain, I’m still blind in the darkness. The goggles having as much use as “night vision” on a hand cam made in 2004.

“We make a left here.” The amphibian took a hard turn, catching me off guard. My foot slipping slightly on the filth that had built up on the concrete. I fell right on my ass, my tailbone aching from the sudden drop.

I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m okay. Keep your shit together y/n. Dear god, the filth, the texture, the smell is fucking ruining me. My skin feels as if it’s puking.

“You okay, mon ami?” My acquaintance asked with a tone full of concern.

“I’m…I’m fine.” I struggle to get out. My throat feels as if it’s going to close, almost as if someone is choking me. I can feel my eyes start to tear up and gloss over.

I pull my hands in, wrapping them around me to try to ground myself. Almost as if I’ve mentally took a back seat, everything around me fees distant. Everything is nonexistent except for the cold slimy floor on my ass and my hands trembling around me. I’ve been like this before. I’m overstimulated and and at the start of dissociation. If I knew better, I would’ve done something to lessen what I’m feeling. Whether it was a nose clamp or gloves to keep me from feeling the ground, anything would help at the moment.

Although my focus was blurry, I could tell Bullfrog had back tracked to stand in front of me, his muffled voice saying something I couldn’t quite understand.

With strain, I lift my head up. Although my vision was unfocused, I could barely make out his bushy eyebrows furrowed in concern. Moving my hands from around my arms to pull them in, I push them down on my chest in an attempt to mimic a weighted stuffed animal. Weighted things usually help whenever something like this comes about. Something about the pressure that gets exerted in to me is soothing. It’s been like that for me since I was a child.

Bullfrog reached for me, putting his hand on my shoulder. Usually I would’ve shrank away from touch, but something about the touch of another person made me yearn for more. My vision focused a little, his touch curing my ailment.

“I know this is hard, but we got this. As long as I’m here, I will keep you safe. No harm will touch you.”

My gaze looked up at him, finally making eye contact with him after trying to avoid it. His golden irises seemed bigger than when we were in the light; I suppose that’s a quirk of being a hybrid.

“If it will help, take your goggles off. I have excellent vision, I will guide us” Bullfrog spoke in a low assuring voice, his accent bending some words as he comforted me. Despite sound usually upsetting me more, I craved to hear more of him. Any interaction to distract me lessens the feel of it all.

“I will stay here as long as you need, forget about the mission, just focus on yourself.” I could tell he was speaking from a place of worry. The mission is a big deal and I’m slowing us down. I just….i just need…

Impulsively my arms open up against my will. Bullfrog flinched a little, startled at my action but took the hint and closed in for a hug.

We held each other for at least 30 seconds, his small body feeling cool against my skin that had heated up in amidst of my worry.

“Here, position me to face ahead of us, I’ll direct us while you hold onto me, oui?” Bullfrog offered. I give a nod in response and let him step back to face the front before picking him up, standing up to my fullest height.

His small body against mine provided the right amount of pressure I needed to calm me down.

I finally rounded the corner that had tripped me up, and continued our plow. Instead of the ambience of the sewer, I focused my ears on Bullfrog. Waiting for his voice to break the silence.

“You know, if you told me a week ago I would be here, I wouldn’t believe you.” He reminisced. There was a beat of silence before he spoke ip again

“I mean, I had gotten paid last week before I was given another job. Y’know, before I got caught. I had given money back to a few friends who were struggling and I was stopped. No call, no alert that they wanted me to do a job, they didn’t even use the code. They just knew who I was and assigned me a job. I knew better than to not accept it but he had caught me while I was at a friends house, I didn’t want him to send anyone to the location I was at if I didn’t comply.” I listened to him, absorbing the information he was dishing out.

“You’re gonna make a right in about 3 steps, mon ami. After that we keep straight, there’s another man hole to crawl out of.” He added. 3 paces in, I took the right. Still silent as a mouse.

“The job was unlike any others I’ve taken, however after killing the target, I was shot with something and all I remember is darkness.” He continued. Interesting. For him it was a set up from the start. For me I could barely remember how I had even got to the supermaxx.

“Is it okay to call you a friend?” I questioned after minutes of silence. I enjoyed that he comforted me, and maybe at the risk of being embarrassed, he let me carry him.

“Yes of course, mon ami. I consider you a friend to me.” Bullfrog piped up. A gentle smile flashed across my face before I let it drop.

Maybe this mission won’t be the fucking death of me.

[trainer-dashiela]

There is a video attached. Watch it?

The video opens on two pairs of shoes. A voice speaks.

Are ya sure we should be recordin' her? It seems weird to record someone without their permission...

Oh hush. She's goin' t' want to be able to see the progress she's made by the end of this. We needa give her that luxury.

The video pans up a few feet away and about a foot above the two and switches to selfie mode. The two are sitting on a metal bench next to a hedge wall. One is gently brushing a Ralts' hair, who is trilling happily. The one not brushing the Ralts points at something behind the camera. The camera flips to landscape mode. There's a massive battle arena, covered in piles of bubbles, water, and scrapes with targets standing on wooden beams, some half covered in paper. A girl in a black tie hoodie and pleated skirt stands in the trainer spot, covered in bubbles and shouting at a white-spotted Popplio before her. An older man stands outside the arena beside a Rhyperior with his arms crossed, watching the two. He speaks.

Once again, the point of the exercise is pressure.

The girl points to one of the targets. "Okay Bubbles. Two more rounds and we'll stop for the day. Then we can go get some of that fish from The Captain's Table you loved so much a couple days ago!"

The Popplio bwarks happily and shifts its weight to its front flippers.

"Now, use Water Gun!"

The man opens his mouth to say something, but stops himself.

The Popplio does what the girl says and blasts towards the target but the move stops short, spraying in many different directions. It looks sad for a moment and turns to its trainer.

"It's alright, Bubbles. We'll get it..." the girl says.

Listen, Dashiela. the man says You needa change up yer tactics. Doin' the same thing over 'nd over ain't gonna give ya a different outcome. One more time for the road, yeah?

"Yeah," she says. "Change my tactics, huh?" the girl asks herself. "How do people even usually change water pressure anyway..." She waves over her Popplio and kneels next to it. Her eyes light up for a moment. She quietly gasps to herself, looks at her shoes, and whispers, "I have an idea..." She leans over and whispers in the Popplio's ear for a moment and it leans its head back in surprise. "You've got this," she says.

The man tilts his head in curiosity.

The Pokémon hops into the arena again and shifts its weight back to its front flippers. The girl stands. "Okay! Let's make this count! Now, Water Gun several times in a row!" The Popplio closes its eyes and nothing seems to happen.

Uh, is she alright? The man says.

"Wait for it..." the girl says cautiously, waiting a few moments. "Now, release it Bubbles!"

The Popplio suddenly opens its eyes and a large beam of water blasts a hole through one of the uncovered targets.

Oh my- Look at 'em go!!

The girl jumps into the air and pumps her fist. "Yeah!" she says, giggling.

She runs over to her Popplio and brings it to her chest, hugging it tightly. She then holds it underneath its armpits with her arms out in front of her and spins around.

"We did it, Bubbles! You did so good." She nuzzles noses with it before kneeling, taking off her Numelback, and placing the Popplio inside its water pouch.

How'd you do it that time? the man asks.

"Well... with pipes and stuff, usually they either make the diameter of the opening smaller, or push more water through at once. I figured, why not use the same principle?"

Footsteps begin to pass as a voice speaks. Oh, the camera, A hand covers the camera as it's brought down to torso level. C'mon little Fabian. Let's go tell her how she did!

The video ends here.

[boyakishantriage]

[Localised to Earth measurements.]

The killer of hundreds of species, a single person who'd rivalled systems, beat back massive companies and someone who I am told was "exceptionally lucky" was. Raging at a video game.

"FUCK OFF YOU STUPID CUNTS"

Text rapidly appearing, being sent. Countering masses of randoms, occasionally switching screens and focus to finish emails, send advice. Snapping her fingers, she continues.

"blah blah. Here to kill me, give me ten minutes- don't touch that, it'll electrocute ya into jerky, that's carbon monoxide gas, that's sodium metal, stop messing with the vials. You're gonna cause a chain reaction-"

Shouting into various pipes, she continued typing at the keyboard. Apparently whatever was going on had quietened down.

Shouting into the microphone, seeming to chastise her workers in Arabic, Filipino, Turkish and Japanese in that order, before turning on her chair.

"Ait."

CLICK.

"hands up- NO THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU CAN JUST BAN SOMEONE- DEAL WITH IT LIKE A MAN- Drop your weapon, I don't care. Fuck off. Kill me tomorrow, I'm busy."

"... Human, your death-"

BANG. Click.

"I said. Come back tomorrow, I'm free tomorrow at 6am. Here's my card. Shoo."

"Why-"

"Would you like to see the Asia oceanic region in rebellion, or would you like to see what happens when people piss me off?"

Gun aimed at his head, an open dare.

"I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE A DICK SUCKING LES. EITHER FUCK OFF WORK AND CLEAN UP. OR GET A GODDAMN ROOM. OUT."

"but-"

"OUT."

"She's probably done now. Have fun killing her!"

The receptionist cheerily stated, a disgruntled female storming out the office.

He stepped in, a cleared desk, laptop pushed into what was presumably a closet under the desk. Sitting on the chair, a sword strapped to her back. At least 5 knives around her body. Pushing bullets into a revolver.

"Morning!"

She cheerfully stated, waving at the assassin.

"Five minutes for the speech, I'll let you fire a shot. Ya leave the building you break the Geneva conventions or honour rules, I stop using them. Understand?"

"... How- I'm here to kill you."

"your five minutes start now."

Flipping an egg timer upside down, mechanisms dropping a tiny bead of metal down a series of complicated channels.

"I am..." [Not gonna write the fucking speech. Tldr: his name's Nomura, he's a Waritan, an assassin to kill me. Blah blah, honour. Calls me a cowardly weakling with hardly any sense.]

"... Great, now catch."

Ripping a hidden bat out the wall, swinging it against the almost finished timer. She dropped off her seat, the flash going off as she kicked the table. Loading her revolver, she lets loose a shot. A dirty trick, but not unexpected.

Dropping to the ground, taking the full blast, he swings the spear. Red energy swirled, slicing the water as the carpet shred from his feet spikes. Shoving fingers into her ears, the chemical reaction explodes. Extreme heat and sound cracking the sound barrier.

White mist filled the room, head still banging from the grenade as something heavy and metal slammed him out the room.

"This is your honour?"

"Ain't no rules- against using your surroundings mate. Sides, you're an assassin."

Blades locked, steel bar meeting energy blade as she shreds the metal down the cut. Dropping through the floor as the alien pushes forward, sweeping a blade along the thigh as she pulls a rope. Slamming the door, dislodging the weight as an anvil drops from the ceiling. Rolling aside, she gets to her feet.

Assassin held against the wall, the most dissipating as she stands.

CLICK.

"Morning."

BANG

The bullet just barely misses, the man dropping his claws and thrusting his spear forward. Kicking the weapon up, slamming it into metal plate over the corridor entrance into the front of her building. He gets to his feet, shaking it off as she slams the spear at his feet with her feet.

"Ah, pooh."

He throws a punch, claws extended as she moves her body forward. Biting into his arm, both hands on the spear as he howls in pain.

"HOW DARE YOU CALL THIS HONORABLE."

"FLU VAC SAWS!"

Letting go of the arm, bite marks in his arm as the spear slams her legs into the ground. Roaring in pain, for a moment the two cradle wounds. Before she slams to her feet, prying the spear out the ground as she swings. Red energy sweeping, slicing through plywood walls. Scraping loudly across heavy safes as she rests into a position.

"HOORAH."

She runs forward, the entire actions taking minutes as he braces to parry the straight strike.

Then she lets the spear drop, raising it over her head as she vaults over the alien, swinging off the ends of the spear as she lands back in her office.

TADA!"

She shouts to nobody, the alien looking up in surprise as the plywood thumps. Something likely falls into her hands, then a sword appeared in the wall beside him. A gash across the false wood, thankfully he was out of range.

"Did I get ya?"

No response, the sword retracting out the gap. An eye peaking out.

"Ah bugger, just out of range. One second!"

Seeming to not realise the door beside the gash, she slices the wood again. Pulling spear out the ground, he readies himself. This human's fighting style. It was, frankly speaking. Insane, using the building around her, guessing his confusion ahead of time. He then noticed the gashes across the ground, burn marks, skids. She'd practiced this. But he was the first person they'd ever sent, how could she have possibly guessed any of this? Humans weren't this insane. Right?

The wall fell down, twins blades slicing a large enough hole as she swung the blades into the wall. Now holding only one blade, flipping a shield into her other hand. She stood into a stance, eyes unwavering from the assassin.

"... Hold on. How- how did you."

"mixture of foresight and a lot of duct tape."

"... What?"

She held her shield, circling towards him. Jumping back and forth, left. Right. Middle. What was her plan here?

Then she thrust, the Nomura jumped back.

"jittery mother fucker ain't ya?"

"... Excuse me?"

"scared of a little human huh?"

Her form relaxed, she. Was making guesses, taking in his form. Actions, that's how she fought. Extreme planning, so what- this was it. She was father information by faking strikes. She probably hadn't-

SHINK.

The blade sliced through his side, swiveling a knife in her other hand, as she slammed it into his throat.

"You think too much." She concluded, a straight stare into his eyes. His arm held by her leg, she shoved the blade into the stomach. Blood seeping out the back.

"How- when-"

"Too long in your head, too late to see."

She pulled the knife out, blood rushing out the artery. That was her plan, she'd make him hyperfixate and then stab him. Slumping to the floor, she raised his head, katana in hand.

"HOORAH."

CHOP.

[ladylilithprime]

Hydrotherapy

Series: Fluff Is My Jamstiel

Fandom: Supernatural: 

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Witch Sam Winchester, Hunter Novak Brothers, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Physical Therapy, Magically Excelerated Healing Still Takes Time

Summary: Of all the places a pair of migrant hunters could get stuck while one of them heals from taking a shotgun blast to the chest, it's a good thing the Novak twins were stuck somewhere close to their favorite witch.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 18: Glide

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IF A PAIR of normally migrant hunters had to be stuck somewhere for weeks on end because one of them took a shotgun blast to the chest and the other couldn't go anywhere without him, there were certainly worse places to be stuck than in Palo Alto, California. The air quality was good thanks to being subject to rigorous Los Angeles standards while still being several miles away from LA proper and the range of mountains trapping the smog above the city in a dirty haze. There were several parks and nature preserves that had walking trails one could negotiate a wheelchair along without much difficulty, and various stores and shops catering to a variety of art styles or craft hobbies a convalescent might have a mind to pick up. And, perhaps not strictly important but most important to the hunters in question, there were plenty of public pools and aquatic centers where James Constantine Novak could do his required physical therapy exercises in the supportive buoyancy of the water.

And of course there was also the perk of having the attentive, creative, and very attractive witch who lived there able to take an hour or two during his work days to assist with that physical therapy.

"Don't scratch," Sam Winchester admonished Jimmy for the third time, gently smacking the man's fingers away from the front of his soaking wet t-shirt which covered the much less suitable for public consumption sight of the blackish purple goop that covered the still-healing surgical scars and the few sutures which had yet to come out.

"It itches," Jimmy complained sullenly just as he had the previous two times, pouting when Sam rolled his eyes at him.

"That means you're healing," Sam reminded him, reaching up and tapping Jimmy on the nose, making him go briefly cross-eyed to follow the finger's movement. "You can rub at the itch - gently - but don't scratch at it or you'll scratch through the sealant and reopen a wound and we'll have to end your therapy session early to get you patched back up."

"And then Sam would have to go back to work early and you'd be stuck with me saying 'I told you so'," John Castiel Novak piped up as he swam past them, keeping himself occupied with lazy, gliding laps back and forth to let Jimmy have the majority of Sam's attention while still being close enough to help get his brother out of the water again if necessary. Jimmy scowled half-heartedly and swiped a splash of water at his twin for being right at him. The expression melted off his face when Sam chuckled and pressed himself up against Jimmy's back, arms coming around to hold him as one hand slid beneath his t-shirt to rub gently at the offending itchy spot.

"Come on, my steadfast warrior," Sam purred into his ear. "Just five more reps and then we can play, too."

No doubt about it, Jimmy thought as he fought down a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold water, this was the best place to be stuck in recovery.

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xxxiii.b: The Body, I say in a low roar. Lift the barrier … or I'll remove it. Then tell me where they keep the finished Rudders. He stared at me in shock, I clenched my jaw and tightened my gaze, then leaned down and picked him up by the collar … lifting him up and nearly out through his window, with only his ankles and below being left in the window. He started to breathe heavily, and held onto my hand. I said … open the damn barrier and tell me where they hold the finished Rudders. He shook his head up and down fast and frantic, and with wide eyes that couldn't cut sight with me. I lowered him back down into the little building through the window just a bit, and while keeping eye contact he got his arm/hand and with a sloppy motion smacked around until he hit a button … a little *Bzzz* could be heard, I looked over and watched the small thin barrier that was colored like a barber pole raise up. I peer back over at the man … then grab him with both hands by the collar and pull him fully out of his little building. I raised him way up … nearly touching the small overhead flat outside ceiling with its buzzing fluorescent white lights, he let out a small whimper, while pointing at a large building down the way off to the right. “I-i-it-its in the- they're in there!” I dart my eyes over to see where he was pointing, then quickly back almost within a second. Mmmm … they better be. I then take my hands and move them over both his ears flat, applying some pressure to support his body by just grasping his head. His eyes got even wider … then he put his hands over mine, trying to almost pry them off his head, while frantically kicking his feet and legs below. I looked him dead in his face, and applied an ever-increasing pressure further. He clenched his teeth and bared that grit openly for me to see … he started to let our this grunting noise, as you could start to hear simultaneously this creaking and cracking noise come from his head. I applied more and more pressure … effortlessly. The cracking became louder, as did his grunts … they then turned to wailing outcasts of vocal pain. He started to bleed from his nose and then his eyes. “AHH-GGHH AHHH PL-PLEASE STOP!! P-PLEASE!!!!” I continue on. He clenched his teeth so much and with such large pressure, that a loud *CRUNCH* came from his mouth … he clearly broke his molars. Blood started to seep from his mouth … as he let out more wails, spitting Blood in my face as he did. “AHHHHH GO-PLEASE!!! DON'T … PLEASE!!! SO-SO-SORRY … AHHHHHH” *CRUNCH & SQUISH* … His skull gave in … and his head … smashed between my hands … his eyes popped from their sockets and somewhat dangled from his mangled face. A tremendous amount of blood had shot everywhere, covering me with this almost pillar of blood down my body … I held his now limp silent body up by his deformed head that is slowly slipping through my narrow grasp, and then … I dropped him. *Squish* his body made this somewhat disgusting sound and general *thump* as he hit the ground. I look at his mangled body and … turned away and walked through the gate without a second thought. While Mind has his … “Techniques & Powers” … I have my raw force, and intimidation. I walk through the empty Docks and to the building the annoying shard of a corpse pointed to, I make my way right to the only entrance I could see as of now, and am met with two large metallic doors that were … locked. I reel by foot back … and Then! … *BASH* The Doors BLASTED Open! … surprisingly, with no audible alarm going off. I hunch down and walk through the doors … I'm then met off to my direct right, a room filled with understandably confused and shocked Shards about twelve or so … they all stood and stared at me in fear. Then … one frantically leaning against a workbench, jostled around searching for something on said workbench while staring at me … he managed to grab a large pipe wrench … [To Be Continued]

[writer-fox3]

Jacob, Anne and Man

Jacob was 15. His life would be pretty normal.

He had the most amazing best friend ever, Anne. They hung out pretty much every day.

He had two siblings. Lucy and Drake. They were twins and two years younger than him.

His parents were divorced, so he had four parents. Although he saw his mom and stepdad more. His stepdad was his dad at this point. He was three when the divorce happened. The twins called their actual dad ‘Dad #2’.

He was part of the creative writing club at school. It was run by his favourite teacher, Miss Tali.

He had great grades and was pretty athletic in general.

He was single.

But his life wasn't as ordinary as it could be because Anne had a pet cat. That could talk. They named him ‘Man’. Or rather, Anne's brother, Damien, did.

He and Anne had all sorts of adventures with Man. From start to finish, there was always a blast to happen if Man started talking.

~•~

Figuring out Man could talk had been a shock to them both. He'd just randomly piped up about a lost treasure one weekend while the two were finishing an English project.

Anne had turned her head slowly to where the cat was perched on her shoulders. He'd sat back on his heels out of shock.

“Man, did you just talk?” Anne had asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Yes, did you know there's a lost treasure in the forest around the town?” He met Anne's gaze, knowing the smarter, more mischievous of the two was hatching a plan.

They had a treehouse a way into the forest and it was Saturday. They'd just finished the English project and also had Monday off. They were definitely going to find the treasure. He didn't want to but Anne would and get herself in danger if he didn't tag along.

That's how he, Anne and Man had ended up trekking through the forest Saturday night after convincing their parents to let them spend the weekend at the treehouse.

Man had found a map for them online. The cat had told them all sorts of stories the whole journey while jumping between the two.

“Anne, stop, Man, be quiet.” He held up his hand as he strained his ears. There it was again. A buzzing sound followed by faint bells. The other two had picked up on it and Man got ready to attack.

A small fairy flew out of the trees towards them, making all sorts of tinkling noises. They were chased by a wasp, which Man killed. The fairy stopped and looked up at the three. Anne, who did not have Man on her shoulders, held out her hand.

“Oh, hello there. That really was one mean wasp eh?” Of course she was talking to the fairy. It seemed to agree with her and quickly decided to tag along as they made themselves comfortable in Anne's hair.

Man continued with his stories and the fairy seemed genuinely interested in them. The two bonded quickly.

“Look, there's the cave!” Anne quickly picked up pace, sprinting up to the cave indicated on the map. He caught up to her in seconds and passed Man over.

He pulled a lighter out his pocket and waved a flame around the dark cave expanse.

Nothing looked to be trapped but he had to be careful about it. He found a couple stones and threw them in at different angles. Nothing.

Anne passed him a stick while holding her own, and he made two torches. Huh, damp sticks with dry ends. Classic Anne move.

They ventured in carefully, checking for traps every so often. But still nothing.

Eventually, the cave widened into a tall room full of ancient tapestries.

History, the knowledge was history.

“Hey Anne, we should bring your brother and the twins down here. They'd love this.” It's true. Damien, Lucy and Drake loved history.

The fairy seemed to hover around the centre of the room before pressing down on a stone.

It opened to reveal a glowing crown in a glass box. The fairy smashed it and touched the crown.

Suddenly, they were taller than him and looked like proper royalty.

“Finally, I can properly greet you children. I'm Queen Azeala of the forest fairies.” So she was royalty.

“I'm Anne, the cat on my shoulder is Man and the monkey is Jacob.” Oh she did not.

“Monkey really? You're a damn baboon.” They argued for a bit before they were stopped by Azeala’s laughs.

“Oh my, I never expected friendly insults like that from human children. But there's a first for everything.”

~•~

They left with a new friend and protector that day. Azeala would find them in her tiny form outside the forest whenever she needed help and they would go to the forest if they needed her help.

(Designs coming later)

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MPAU Part 1

For @min-play I hope you like it! This will be following Min-Play’s Movie Possession AU. Enjoy part 1!

Lloyd liked to consider himself a fairly normal person. Sure, his dad whom he’s never actually met in person attacks the city every other day but besides that, everything in his life is normal. The bullies can be a bit much, considering it's basically the entire population of the city, but his mom doesn't need to worry about anything more than her job. Lloyd can handle it, he’s fifteen. 

He fixes his hood as he walks down the street, avoiding eye contact with anyone but the ground. He’s memorized the route home by now. As the city falls into dusk, Lloyd takes a moment to gaze at a fountain in a small plaza. He doesn’t dare enter of course, but it’s nice to take in the beauty of the city once and awhile, especially if it doesn’t always last too long. 

The clouds overhead rumble as a light rain starts to fall. Lloyd sighs and watches all the people gather their things and head into their homes or find buildings to seek shelter from the rain in. He starts to continue his walk back when a dark vortex opens in the sky. Lloyd stares at it, puzzled. Is his dad somehow orchastairing this? He wouldn’t put it past him, honestly. But as soon as it opened, it closed and the rain abruptly stopped. As confused as Lloyd was, he had no energy to question it at this point. He sighed before turning on his heel and going home.

Morro realized he wasn’t entirely in the right. Holding the realm crystal in one hand and his sensei’s in the other, Morro realized it was up to him. Save himself, or save the ninja. When he looked behind master Wu to see the ninja’s scared and angry faces, he knew what choice he had to make. Putting the realm crystal in Wu’s hand and ignoring his pleas to save himself Morro looked at his sensei and let go, a sad smile on his face.

“You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.” He says as the Preeminent grasps onto him and pulls him down, closer and closer to his watery doom. Lloyd lunges forward suddenly and smacks the realm crystal, opening a portal below Morro. The Preeminent lets go and Morro is pulled down into the portal, Lloyd’s last words to him ringing in his ears.

“I forgive you, and I’m sorry.”

Morro fell through the void as if he had any weight, a force of gravity pulling him down through the opening on the other side. When Morro opened his eyes, he was floating in front of a large city, with buildings that seemed to touch the sky and with lights that glowed brighter than most others he’d seen in the past few weeks. He floated through the streets, glaring at every person who walked through him and paid him no mind regardless. 

“Hello!?” He shouted, flying above the crowd. “Can any of you fools hear me?” No one gave any response. He looked around, almost frantically, wanting to be heard.

“H-holy shit. You’re a gh-ghost.” A meek voice said from below him. Morro turned and flew down, inspecting the person who spoke. He seemed to be a young teen in a green hoodie, the hood up and covering his hair. It was blond and strands were falling over his face. His eyes were an emerald green, a colour he’d seen in someone else before…

The realization struck Morro in an instant. This was… Lloyd? He seemed nothing like the green ninja Morro had grown familiar with. This one seemed shy and scared, so much so he didn’t ever seem to take off his hood. The Lloyd Morro possessed was confident and strong, the green ninja. This Lloyd didn’t look like he could hurt a fly.

“I am. So who are you?” Morro asked, not wanting to look like a fool if he was wrong.

The boy shifted on his feet. “I’m Lloyd. What’s your name?” 

Huh. This kid really knew nothing. “I’m Morro. Master of Wind.” He looked Lloyd in the eye. “And you’re the green ninja.” That made Lloyd drop his expression of fear and trade it for confusion.

“The green ninja? What’s that?” Lloyd inquired. Morro looked like he was about to tear his hair out. What god forsaken universe did Lloyd send him to?! Death a second time would’ve been better than this! Morro groaned. 

“It doesn’t matter.” Morro said before promptly possessing Lloyd. The teen screamed as a spectral projection of him was produced, taking Morro’s spot. Morro glared at him until Lloyd realized he was basically fine. He stared at Morro, shock and confusion apparent on his face.

“Wh- what are you going to do? Now that you’ve possessed me?” Lloyd asks the specter in his body. Morro scoffed and walked away, knowing that Lloyd would be pulled after him if he got too far from the body. 

Morro walked through the streets, watching as people parted around him. He tried to ask for directions to the museum multiple times, all a fruitless effort as people either scoffed at him or threatened him away. Morro was more than agitated at this point. Everything was so bright and loud, so much space in the street and yet so little. The buildings were too tall and he felt much too small. Morro caught sight of an alley and ducked into it, breathing out a gentle sigh of relief as he escaped the loud and towering street. 

“What’s wrong with these people…” Morro mutters, walking farther into the alley. Lloyd’s small voice piped up from behind Morro.

“Um… H- hey, it’s getting pretty dark… I really shouldn’t be down here this late. We should go back.” Lloyd suggests. Morro lets out a laugh that chills Lloyd to the core.

“Wow. That’s adorable.” Morro says in a mocking tone. An apparition of himself appears before Lloyd.

“In case you haven’t noticed, you’re not in control here. So shut up and stay put.” Morro demands. Lloyd looks down before looking back to Morro.

“C- can I at least call my mom? She’ll be worried.” Morro raises a finger and opens his mouth to reply before he was thrown from the mindscape and back into Lloyd’s body. Suddenly, Morro was up against the wall, a knife to his neck.

“Make a sound and I’ll slit your throat,” The man said in a low tone. “Garmadon.” Morro grew more emranged, if that were possible. He blasted the man off of himself, kicked his legs out and pulled the man to the ground, hand in his hoodie, holding him to the ground.

“Let’s make this crystal clear.” Morro said, holding the knife to the man’s throat, hair now a jet black in contrast to the sunny blond it had been seconds ago. “ I am not Lloyd Garmadon.” He announced. “I and Morro. Master of Wind. And I will be the Green nin--” Morro was cut off as Lloyd managed to grasp hold of control.

“STOP!” Lloyd shouted. He glanced at the knife in his hands before screeching and dropping the knife before dashing out of the alley. Lloyd broke into a sprint, managing to make it three and a half blocks before breaking down. Morro let himself into spirit form, rebounding Lloyd against a wall. 

“What was THAT?” Morro shouted at the teen. “I had that! Why did you get in the way!?” Lloyd stood his ground.

“You- you were going to kill him!” Lloyd shouted back, scared and concerned. Morro digested Lloyd’s words a moment. 

“..No.” Morro said. “NO!” He exclaimed angrily. He pointed his finger at Lloyd’s throat. “HE was going to kill YOU.” Lloyd’s eyes widened. Morro was right, as much as he hated to admit it. Lloyd looked back from where he ran, stewing on Morro’s statement. He pulled his hood over his head, desperate to ignore what had just taken place. He felt his hands shake, ready to have a good cry.

“Can… can I please call my mom and let her know I’m ok?” Lloyd asked in a small voice. “Please? I’ll help you find the museum after.” Morro smacks his hands in his face and gives a long groan, letting his hands fall off his face, contemplating the suggestion. He sighs and nods silently, watching as Lloyd walks over to a “payphone”. He inserts a coin before pressing the numbers on the small pad in an order, obviously committed to muscle memory.

“Hey, mom.” Lloyd answers after a few seconds. Morro floats behind Lloyd, back turned to the boy. “Y- yeah I’m ok.” Lloyd says after a second or two of silence on Morro’s end. “I’m sorry.” He hears Lloyd apologize. Morro feels something bubble up in his chest, squeezing his nonexistent heart. He sighs and allows Lloyd to end the call and return home without stopping at the museum. 

It would’ve been closed at this hour anyways. Morro reasons with himself. As Lloyd settles into bed on the fateful Friday night, whether either of them liked it or not, they were stuck together, for better or worse. Morro looked out Lloyd’s window all night, watching the city slow down and speed up as the sun rose. Maybe… maybe he could still get what he wanted. He turned and looked at the blond, finally looking at peace for the first time Morro had seen. He turns back to the city. Just maybe.