#smug with the satisfaction that no matter how stubborn this little asshole is he knows he's going to change for the better

[spinji]

If he had the chance, what do you think final chapter Bakugo would say to chapter 1 Bakugo?

"ur gay lol"

[happy74827]

I came to make present you a proposition: Gideon and Reader but they’re enemies to lovers, you know sexual tension, can’t be away from each other but are always butting heads, ironic but maybe not that ironic flirting completely over the top but neither want to swallow their pride and admit they wanna fuck

Yeah I think that’d be neat

Burning Rage

[Gideon Graves x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You swear you hate each other, but you can't help but find yourselves drawn to one another, despite all the arguing.

WC: 2701

Category: Enemies/Lovers, First Kiss

I'm so sorry this took so long. Life has been HECTIC, but I'm finally getting these fics done. Anyways, you’re absolutely right. This is neat and hopefully you like what I wrote (despite the fact that I am not proofreading it cuz I’m lazy 😁)

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You and Gideon… well, let’s just say your first meeting isn't a pleasant one.

He was a pretentious, egotistical prick with the personality of a bag of wet shit, and you absolutely despised him.

Not only was he an asshole, but he was an asshole who had the most infuriating ability to get under your skin and push all your buttons, no matter what you did to prevent it.

The man was like a disease; you tried to keep away from him as much as possible, but if you weren’t careful, you ended up coming into contact with him, and no matter how much you washed, you couldn’t quite seem to get him off your skin.

The worst thing about it all was that everyone was in love with him. He could do no wrong, and no matter what he said or did, the people around him hung off his every word and were practically tripping over themselves to do what he said.

He was so smug about it, too, the absolute bastard. He knew he had everyone in his clutches, and he reveled in it, basking in the attention and praise he got.

The man thought he was god's gift to humanity, and he made sure everyone else knew it.

It was sickening.

You were the only person he couldn’t quite break down and mold into his perfect little doll. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what he said, you never gave him the satisfaction of seeing your cave, even just a little.

No, you were stubborn and headstrong, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his claws into you.

He'd be lying if he said that didn’t intrigue him.

You were the first person who had ever given him the cold shoulder, and it was frustrating him beyond belief. He'd always been able to make people bend to his will, whether it was through his natural charisma or by using the information he'd gathered on them to make their lives miserable if they didn't.

But you... You were a challenge, and he hated and loved it all at once.

It was so different. He had no control over what happened between the two of you, and while the concept was strange and unknown, he found himself becoming obsessed with trying to break you down and get a reaction out of you.

And so, it began.

The flirting started out as a joke. He didn’t mean anything by it at first. He just wanted to get a reaction out of you, see those pretty cheeks flush a deep shade of red, and hear you stutter and struggle to come up with a retort.

You were good, though; you always had a quick-witted reply ready to fire back at him, and he had to admit, it was fun.

It was a nice little game for the both of you, even if it was just to let out your frustrations with each other and try and gain some sort of upper hand over the other.

But then... The lines became blurred, and things got messy.

When you were alone, your words held more weight. Your insults weren't so lighthearted, and the way you said his name had his heart racing. He wondered if you realized how your voice dropped and sounded more breathless when you addressed him.

It was like you were whispering a dirty secret to him, and something about that excited him in ways that made him feel guilty and ashamed.

Your fights turned from petty squabbles to something that was almost... sensual in nature.

The way you stood so close, faces inches apart, the tension between the two of you almost palpable, and the way you looked at him... You were looking at him like you wanted to devour him, and that alone was enough to make him weak in the knees.

Your conversations were filled with hidden meanings and implications, and there was so much sexual tension he could have cut through it with a knife.

He was addicted, and he was certain that you felt the same way, from the way your eyes roamed his body, lingering on his lips, and the way your hands would ghost over his arms and chest whenever he was close.

He wanted you, and he was pretty sure you wanted him, too.

The only problem was neither of you was willing to admit it or give in, and so, the dance continued.

“I swear to god, Graves, if you don't quit following me around like a lost puppy, I'll break your fucking legs," You growled, glaring at the man trailing behind you, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Why, darling, you know you don't mean that. After all, I'm sure you'd miss my presence and my company, wouldn't you?" He hummed, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes and scream at him.

"I think I'd be able to find a way to survive without your charming presence," You snarked, turning on your heel and facing him, "Now, go and bother someone else because I have places to be."

You brushed past him, not sparing him another glance, and he chuckled before reaching out and grabbing your arm.

"Don't be like that. I just want to talk. Is that so wrong?" He murmured, his tone low and his gaze dark.

“Yes. Yes, it is. Let go of me, or I'll rip your fucking hand off," You tugged on your arm, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp, but his grip was tight and unyielding.

"You know I'm stronger than you, sweetheart.” He whispered gently, “Don't waste your energy.”

“You—” A sharp yank cut you off, and before you knew what was happening, Gideon was dragging you away from the busy street and into a dark alley.

He didn’t let go of you, not until the two of you were out of sight and away from prying eyes.

He stood with his back to the street, keeping his eyes trained on you, and you mirrored his actions, glaring daggers at him.

There was an uneasy silence, and neither of you dared to speak, too afraid that the wrong words would be the trigger to set the other off.

Finally, Gideon sighed and broke the silence, his tone tired and exasperated, "You never make things easy, do you? Why can't you just let things be easy?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings, Sweetheart?" You sneered, and he shook his head, "Maybe if you weren't such an arrogant, narcissistic bastard, I wouldn't have a problem with you."

"Maybe if you'd just let me talk to you without throwing a hissy fit, I wouldn't have to resort to drastic measures," He shot back, and you glared at him.

"Why should I? Everything out of your mouth is utter bullshit." You stepped towards him, and the two of you were chest to chest, his head tilted down, and your eyes locked on his.

"You're so annoying," He grumbled, and you grinned, "Why can't you be like the rest of the women around here? They’re the ones with some common sense."

"Common sense? If they were smart, they'd stay the hell away from you."

"I don't know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment," He mused. He had a smug look on his face, and you were overcome with the urge to punch him.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear another word from you."

"That's a lie. You love hearing my voice; it's like a beautiful melody. It's what keeps you going, day after day," He drawled, and you could feel his warm breath tickling your face and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “A soft lullaby, a beautiful serenade, that has the power to captivate any audience. I bet my voice plays in your dreams every night, keeping you awake and leaving you wanting more."

"Shut. Up." You repeated, but this time, your words were much less convincing, and he chuckled, his eyes lighting up.

"You can deny it all you want, but we both know the truth. I could tell you what I know about you and what goes on inside that pretty little head of yours, but that would spoil the surprise and ruin the mystery," He leaned closer, his lips hovering above your ear, "And we can't have that, can we?"

"You're delusional, just like the idea that G-Man Media is the best there is. You're the one who has the delusion and fantasy of thinking the world succumbs to you. You are nothing, Graves; you are a pathetic, spineless, weak-minded man-child who can't even face reality.”

“Listen here, Buddy—”

“Oh, struck a nerve, did I? Do I need to remind you that no one, and I mean no one, wants to work with you? They do it because you have money, and if they want their business to succeed, they have to kiss your ass. But once that money runs out, and it will, you will be a nobody again, just like you were when you were a sad, lonely little boy, sitting in your room, crying and whining, and wondering why no one would play with you."

Gideon’s smooth expression fell, and for a moment, he was stunned into silence, his mouth open and his eyes wide.

"How... How dare you!" He snarled, his voice rising.

"How dare I? You're the one who dragged me down here and forced me to talk to you when I told you multiple times I didn't want to. If you didn’t want the truth, then you should have stayed away." You spat, and he scowled, his face twisted with rage.

"You—"

"I know. I'm an awful, terrible person, but at least I can admit it. Can you?"

He froze, his mouth open, but the words stuck in his throat, and he looked away, avoiding your gaze.

"That's what I thought," You smirked, "Don't worry, Graves, I won't hold it against you.”

You took this as your time to leave. He didn’t have a comeback, and he didn't seem interested in talking anymore. So, with his head turned away and his back to you, you started to walk away.

You were barely five steps away when you felt a hand on your wrist, and your heart jumped into your throat, your fight or flight instinct kicking in.

In one fluid motion, you swung your arm around to strike him, but he caught it with ease and grabbed the other one, his grip on your wrists strong and unyielding, no matter how hard you struggled.

No words were spoken, just a few pained grunts and strained gasps and the sound of shuffling and scuffing feet as you tried to pull away and escape his hold.

But you failed and gave up when you noticed that he wasn’t glaring at you anymore. Instead, he looked conflicted and lost, his eyes filled with a myriad of emotions and a troubled frown on his lips.

The two of you remained in that position, standing mere inches apart; the only sound filling the air was the sound of your heavy breathing and the occasional whimper or grunt that escaped one of you.

"Let me go, Graves." You whispered, and his grip tightened on your wrists, and his eyes met yours again, the look in them almost pleading.

"Let me go," You repeated, but your words were softer this time, and your tone was less forceful and more imploring.

He didn’t speak or make a sound, but his grip loosened. If you tugged just a little, you would be able to slip free. He would let you leave.

And yet, you didn’t.

Your body was telling you to leave, to put as much distance between the two of you as possible, but your mind and your heart were saying something else entirely.

His touch burned your skin, and it left a pleasant, tingling feeling wherever he touched.

You felt his breath on your face, and it made you shiver and your stomach churn as your brain tried to decipher what was happening and what it meant.

“Gideon…” You mumbled, and his eyes widened a tad, but he still didn’t say anything.

It was the first time you’d called him by his first name, and you didn't know why, but the atmosphere had changed. It was less hostile and more intimate, in a way.

"You're so infuriating," You whispered, "You're a smug, arrogant, conceited asshole, and I can't stand being around you."

"You're not exactly a joy to be around, either." He said, his tone lacking the usual venom and arrogance. His voice was soft, like that lullaby he'd mentioned earlier.

"But you're so..." You trailed off, unable to find the right word.

"I'm so what?" He prompted, but his question was more like a plea, and his eyes were hopeful and shining, a hint of something you couldn't quite identify hidden within their depths.

"You're just... So..." You bit your lip and looked away, unable to meet his intense, piercing gaze, "You're so..."

"So...?" He pressed, leaning in closer.

He was close, so close, the tips of your noses were almost touching, and the distance between your bodies was nearly non-existent.

He was waiting for your answer, his eyes searching yours, and his body frozen in place. He wasn't moving, not an inch, and neither were you.

You were at a crossroads, and no matter which direction you went in, there was a chance it would come back to bite you in the ass later on.

So, you made a decision.

You surged forward and crashed your lips against his, kissing him hard.

He was stunned for a moment, his hands releasing your wrists and his eyes wide, but after a moment, he seemed to relax and kissed you back, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you closer.

It was rough and messy, teeth and tongues clashing together, and lips and cheeks being bruised and bitten, as the two of you finally let loose and indulged in each other.

You didn't think and didn't stop to consider the implications of what was happening or how things would change afterward.

The only thing on your mind was Gideon, and the way his hands were roaming your body, and the way he tasted, and the way he made your skin tingle and your insides burn with desire.

You could only focus on the present and what was happening between the two of you as his tongue danced with yours and his teeth nibbled on your lower lip, sending a pleasant shudder through your body.

He broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck, and his hot breath against your skin was making you dizzy and lightheaded.

"Gideon," You whimpered, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging gently, on the dark locks as his lips sucked and nipped at your skin, and left a trail of dark red marks in their wake.

His glasses were pressing into your cheek, and he pulled away, his breath heavy and his hair a mess.

"Hold still," He said, and before you could respond, he reached up and pulled the offending articles off his face.

His eyes were a stunning shade of hazel, and they were filled with lust and desire, his pupils blown wide and a deep, dark look in them.

You were mesmerized, and he smiled softly as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"What did I say? I knew my voice would play a part in your dreams, one way or another," He hummed, a smug look on his face.

"I will break your nose and put you on your knees.” You spoke with your usual amount of venom.

To most, it would sound like a threat, but Gideon was able to read between the lines, and with that familiar smirk on his lips, he pulled you closer, his hands cupping your cheeks and his face inches from yours.

"Is that a promise?"

[photogrivy]

Ivy felt a strange hint of smug satisfaction as she watched the smile on Louis’ face melt away when he looked up from his phone, soon replaced by a crude concoction of confusion and undiluted horror. In his defense, it wasn’t all that different from the look he regularly reserved for Ivy even ten years ago, but it felt significantly more apt now given the circumstances. Ivy had never been the biggest fan of Louis Denver, not past their first meeting anyway, but she knew he wasn’t any old idiot. He had to know how Ivy must be feeling right now – like she wanted to bash his head in with a hammer and deliver it to Wardo on a silver platter – and she couldn’t quite contain the sense of pride welling in her chest when she considered how nervous he might be feeling right now, confronted with her presence. 

A scoff tore from Ivy’s throat, harsh and unforgiving as she shook her head in disbelief. Of course Louis was here working, because why the fuck wouldn’t he be? The one time Ivy had decided to be sloppy with work, the one time she’d opted to do no research, eager to not let the opportunity slip her by. A stupid oversight that she’d be paying for, no doubt. 

“I’m at fucking work at my fucking job,” she spat his own words back at him, venom dripping from her tongue.  

Her skin crawled as she stared at him, suddenly feeling small and unworthy. There had been a lot of reasons why the two of them had never seen eye-to-eye, but one thing that Ivy always felt around Louis was embarrassed. Ivy was stubborn to a fault, never wanting to wear her vulnerabilities on her sleeve, which meant she’d sooner die than vocalise her insecurities to Louis, or even Wardo for that matter. She’d never told either of them how being around Louis had always made her feel like a failure, his colourful vocabulary a sure sight more impressive than her own. Ivy had never finished high school, she’d barely scraped by even when she had attended, and it was a wonder she’d ever managed to secure herself a place on the photography course she’d been accepted to. She’d had no job when Louis knew her, barely even a roof over her head, her survival a total fucking anomaly. Shame and Ivy were comrades when Louis was around, the writer always managing to get under her skin, sometimes just by simply existing in her orbit. No doubt the man would struggle to wrap his head around the idea of Ivy Rogers having a job, a semi-successful one at that. 

“I should’ve fucking known,” Ivy swore, her chest aching as she thought of Wardo, her best friend blissfully unaware of the shitstorm that awaited him in the next couple of hours or so. She wondered if she should warn him, maybe even ask him not to come and meet her after work. He’d be a little bothered, she knew that; he’d tried to swing a free invite to the event tonight, no doubt hoping there’d be free books and other perks. Still, she figured she’d rather hurt his feelings with a tiny lie than rip his chest in two with the truth. Glancing down at her phone, Ivy’s heart sank in her chest. Because sure, of course she had no service. Louis fucking Denver, public enemy number one and bane of Ivy’s existence for the past 12 years, could waltz on in, giggling at his phone, no doubt texting a slew of admirers, but when Ivy needed to protect the most important man in the fucking world, she couldn’t get so much as a single bar.  

Wardo couldn’t see Louis. She couldn’t let that happen, not now. If Ivy knew her best friend, she knew there was still a part of him that held a torch for the pretentious asshole standing in front of her; not that he’d admit it so openly. She’d watched him for hours on end at night, huddled over his laptop, hair unkempt, failing to put words to paper, so to speak. She’d often wondered if his writer’s block had anything to do with Louis, all inspiration dwindling since the loss of the other man. Not that Ivy believed his work or talent had anything to do with Louis, not really, but she’d never seen Wardo give so much of himself to anybody, not even herself.  

For a brief moment, she considered just leaving – she'd rather give up the day’s work and lose out on the money entirely than put Wardo through seeing Louis again. Her best friend was strong, but a part of her feared he might not be able to go through the heartbreak a second time. But she couldn’t give Louis the satisfaction either, she didn’t want the asshole coming out on top and getting the best deal from a situation that he could’ve avoided by not fucking leaving in the first place. 

"New York, Louis? You go and publish a book and you think hey, let’s go to fucking New York. Really?” she snapped, folding her arms across her chest. It was a protective stance, one she thought she’d grown out of, but Louis really brought out the worst in them all, it seemed. 

The sounds of the city filtered in through Louis' open window, taxis and too-loud public arguments intermingling with the soft hum of music that was spilling from Louis' phone. He sang along, hardly aware he was doing so. Crooning softly to some shitty, top forties band helped to alleviate the nerves in his stomach. His hands tugged through his dark mass of hair, begging it to lay flat or at least look rogueish and purposefully un-put together. He pulled uncomfortably at his collar. Louis knew he was a good looking guy, but there was a huge difference between looking debauched and covered in glitter on a night out than putting together a look that said 'take me seriously and buy my shit.'

Sidestepping boxes that still littered his hardwood floors, Louis felt suspiciously content. It had been years since he'd lived somewhere long enough to unpack boxes, to be able to fill in forms with a permenant place of residency, to wake up to the same colour walls and without the uncomfortable crick in his neck that came from crashing on someone's couch. He had a place that he lived that wasn't his car, where he could invite whoever the fuck he wanted over, his 'safe space', as Emilia had so ham-fistedly put it in their last session, blurry as she was over video chat.

Tugging on his leather jacket, Louis took one last look at himself in the mirror before heading out of the door. Maybe he'd never be respectable, but he'd have to do.

Louis had gotten a little better at navigating the city in his first month here. The first few times he'd stepped onto the subway platform, he'd brushed shoulders with the tourists and groups of families crowded around the station map, desperately trying to make their way to Times Square. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he'd tried not to wilt under the judgemental stares of born and bred New Yorkers. You found out my dirty little secret! he felt like screaming, I'm from fuckin' Massachusetts!

Now, he almost blended in. Stepping off the subway train, Louis hastily made his way out of the station. He was even gonna get there early, he noted, his douchey little tote bag banging against his side as he made his way to the address his publicist had given him. Inside sat his keys, his wallet, and a beat-up advanced reader's copy of Christopher Street, the book he'd be reading a passage from at the event, his event for his book.

As he stepped into the building, Louis' phone gave a buzz in his back pocket. Fishing it out, Louis couldn't help but grin at the string of texts from Leah, a cute girl he'd lived with for a year when he first moved to San Fran. Her contact image smiled up at him, bright purple hair and wide smile, cheek to cheek with Lou.

"good luck today!!!!!!! 🌸🌸🌸 so proud of you, denver."

Louis immediately began responding to the text, littered as it was with flower emojis. He realised he was still smiling at his phone like a fucking idiot, lost in his own thoughts when it became very apparent someone was talking to him. Shit, yeah. Time to go into author mode, he fucking guessed.

Lifting his head, Louis was met with the full weight of the horrified glare of Ivy Rogers. He took a tentative step back, as though she'd actually fucking hit him. For a second, he doubted his own memory. It had been years, too many years, not that Louis was counting. There was no way Ivy would be so familiar to him. Maybe it just looked like her, or she was some girl Louis had slept with and forgotten to call. for all his good intentions, he was still incredibly bad at remembering to call. But that was her, Ivy goddamn Rogers. No one else would be looking at him like he'd just taken a piss in her cornflakes.

"Aw, shit." Louis cussed, under his breath. His hand curled tighter around the strap of his incredibly pretentious City Lights Bookshop tote bag, wishing that Ivy couldn't see him carrying a fucking tote bag.

"The fuck are you doing here?" Louis hissed, moving closer to her so they could at least have an argument in hushed whispers, like fucking adults. "I'm at fuckin' work at my fuckin' job, so prey tell, the fuck are you doin' here?"

Louis sucked in a deep breath, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose as the whole awful reality of the scenario sunk into him. Because if Ivy was here... but no, he couldn't afford to think like that.

[a-dorin]

crush

pairing: college au! maul x female!reader

word count: 2.411k

warnings: smutttttt, teasing, cursing, mentions of death threats, endless teasing, some filthy talk, nsfw, pet names

a/n: hi so this is my first time writing over 1k in months. please be gentle with me, as i'm really proud of this & i can never get enough of college aus. feedback is very much appreciated. request was anon, but i hope you enjoy <3

prompt: "Hi yes if this managed to make it in time for request, can I please request a Maul x Fem reader smut,,, like anything I’m a desperate hoe ahdhdbsbsbzb"

“so,” there’s the crisp crinkle of a page turning, “why’d you choose university of coruscant?”

“the atmosphere.”

“come on,” he scoffs, “are you a tour guide now? what major are you anyways? isn’t it something really nerdy? something along the lines of biochemistry? a minor in genetics or some bullshit like that?”

“i think you’re thinking of some other girl you’ve fucked because that is nowhere along the lines of what i’m studying. you weren’t even in the right college. some partner you are.”

sitting right across from you, was the star recruit of the university of coruscant. a lacrosse player who transferred from mustafar central. he was the reason why the team was expected to qualify for nationals. why they were supposed to even make it to the championship.

over the summer, it was almost as if the entire campus was buzzing about it. after all, it wasn’t often that the university was able to snag such good athletes. well, it was a division one school so of course it was a given that everyone was pretty good in their respective sport.

however, the zabrak sitting right across from you was utterly exceptional.

in almost every way.

all everyone raved about was his looks. which, you had to admit, the zabrak was gorgeous. with rich crimson skin, complemented by inky tattoos, sharp cheekbones, a dashing smile, and eyes that were pools of pure honey, it was difficult to deny the fact that he was attractive.

however, it was not hard to accept the other truth, either. he was quite acquainted with a majority of the women on campus, matching with almost every single one on tinder. that was if you were a part of a sorority or part of a sports team, of course.

what made matters worse was his intelligence. so, when you were paired with him for a project in your astronomy class, you learned fairly quickly that the zabrak was quite the smartass. and not a nice one, either. he seemed to enjoy harassing and berating you with his jokes and punchlines during every encounter.

he was everything you despised in a man. cocky, stubborn, and careless.

so why were you so attracted to him? you had absolutely no idea.

there’s a beat of silence, and the only noise the zabrak emits is a quiet exhale. the sound of his breath as it whistled through his teeth. yet, it’s followed by a quiet huff.

“you wish you could fuck me. you’ve mentioned it before, to that nautolan friend of yours, hmm? kit, right? he’s on the lacrosse team. your name may have come up a few times.”

heat flourishes through your cheeks as you glance upwards, any last remnants of focus completely crumbling away. your breath hitches in your throat at the smug smirk plastered on his lips, incisors poking against his lower lip.

golden eyes scour you, almost analyzing the sheer and utter shock plaguing your features. satisfaction glints within the depths, and you blink, scrambling to formulate some sort of response.

leaning forward, the zabrak tilts his head, so close that the tip of his nose grazed yours. this time, the words are a low rumble, harsh and gravelly.

almost like a growl.

“you told your little friend kit that you wished that i would just take you right here, in the library, and fuck you senseless. i find that interesting though, because you’ve been feeding me this little premonition that you absolutely loathe every aspect of my existence. now, do you actually want that little wish of yours to come true, or are you going to keep putting up the act and we act like this never happened?”

shrinking in your seat, you could almost feel the eyes searing into the both of you. there’s arched brows and low murmurs, a few giggles ringing through the space. swallowing thickly, you pull the collar of your hoodie over the lower half of your face, in a vain attempt to conceal your obvious embarrassment.

of course your fellow peers were staring. in the corner of your eye, you witness a group of girls roll their eyes. from the decals on their laptops, along with the other memorabilia, you pick out they’re chi omega girls, a popular sorority on campus.

you squeeze your eyes shut as you hear them whispering amongst each other. there’s a few points, and you were dead sure the dusty rose twi’lek in the black nike hoodie wanted to end your life right there.

maker, were you so flustered.

and he had you right where he wanted you.

“m-maul,” you stutter, fidgeting in your seat, “pe-people are s-staring.”

“do i look like i give a fuck?”

“i’m pretty sure the chi omega girls over there are going to send me death threats once they find my instagram,” you grumble, burying your head in your hands, “it’s your fault they’re all looking, you know.”

“hey!” the taunting tone in his voice sent your eyes wide open, strands of curses flowing from your tongue as he called over to the group, “i know we may have matched on tinder, but i’m not yours. i’m not territory to lay a claim on. i’m my own zabrak, you know. i can talk to other girls.”

letting out an exasperated sigh, you bury your head into your arms, laying your head on the table.

getting any work done with him was a lost cause.

“you okay? you gonna make it?”

for a moment, you melt under the tenderness in his tone, the way the words just sounded so gentle. he lays a hand on your shoulder, and you look up, the heat in your cheeks lingering as your eyes lock with his.

“we could get out of here, you know,” maul murmurs, “i live in an apartment with a few other guys on the lacrosse team. they’re all out, though. we could get some peace and quiet. and i could get you away from those chi clowns. i think they already found your twitter. i don’t like the way they’re looking at you either.”

i don’t like the way they’re looking at you either.

“um, sure. i don’t have anything else tonight. at least, i don’t think. i cleared my schedule so we could get this project done.”

“don’t worry about packing up your stuff. act like you’re on the phone or something and i’ll grab your things. i made this mess so i’ll clean it up,” it takes a moment to register the suggestion, but you knew it wasn’t a suggestion.

he wasn’t going to budge.

clearing your throat, you press your phone to your ear, “hello? oh hey! no, you didn’t catch me at a bad time. i just need to leave the room really quick.”

carefully, you weave your way through the maze of chairs and tables, pushing open the door. moments later, you’re outside, inhaling the brisk january air, grateful for the coolness as it seeps into your skin.

“you okay?”

you nod, probably a little too quickly, “yes.”

maul’s brow furrows, yet he doesn’t press any further, adjusting your book bag, “don’t worry about carrying this. i got it. i feel bad.”

“don’t feel bad i mean, you were just teasing--”

“i do,” he cuts in, “i feel bad because i know how you much you dislike unwanted attention. you always get so flustered when the professor calls on you with no warning. you either stutter just a little bit or you pull the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. i was a little bit of an asshole back there, and i apologize for that. i took care of everything with those chi omega girls too.”

in the darkness, you nearly trip over the sidewalk, “you.. you notice that?”

“i sit right by you and have been for the past two weeks,” he snorts, “i pick up on a thing or two. take a left here.”

all around you, the lights of campus glow softly, illuminating the surroundings with a warm golden glow. the night sky is clear, a few stars glittering over the light pollution of the city. you follow the zabrak, unsure of what to say.

“were.. were you serious about what you said earlier? did kit really say something?”

your knees buckle at the sound of his laughter. how it was so sweet and melodic as it rang out into the night.

“he did say something,” the zabrak raises a hand, pointing to a complex just a few hundred feet ahead of you, “i’m right here. you still up for the offer? i mean, we still have a week and a half but i don’t want to waste your time. you have a lot going on with your classes already. how’s chemistry going?”

“how do you know about chemistry?” you arch a brow, a shudder coursing through you as the breeze rolls through the campus.

“you bitch about it all the time on your instagram story?” the zabrak holds his id next to the door, pulling it open, “regardless of what you may think, i do pay attention to you sweetheart.”

“and what’s that supposed to mean?” your tone shifts, “i’m not sure what you’re referring to, maul.”

“well,” a hand finds its way to the small of your back, just above the curve of your ass, pushing you gently. realizing that you have to go up the stairs, you begin to trudge upwards, his hand still lingering.

“you have this belief that you’re unattractive because you don’t possess conventional beauty set by the standards of social media and society. i know this because you’ve talked about it on your twitter and your instagram. also, your comment about ‘some other girl i fucked’ really took me aback because i don’t just sleep with anyone. you know that, right? i have standards. and i have goals too, outside from ‘how many bodies i have.’ you also said that to kit, which made me upset. is that what you really think of me?”

in that instant, it was almost as if your heart dropped. you stop at the top of the flight, the clammy sensation coating your hands only growing. wiping your hands on your leggings, you dodge his gaze, clamping your mouth shut.

gods, were you in deep shit now.

fingers grasp your chin, forcing your head to the right. maul takes a step forward, pushing your back against the wall. the concrete sends goosebumps lining your arms, hairs standing on end.

“i asked you a question,” your heart thuds as he leans forward, “is that what you really think of me sweetheart?”

“i-i--” you stammer, heat flourishing to your neck, “t-that’s not i think of you. i was just frustrated because i didn’t know how to process the feelings i had and i’m sorry.”

“feelings?” maul’s lips were practically brushing against yours. and gods, were they so tantalizingly soft, “what kind of feelings?”

“i may have a crush on you.”

“a crush? what is this, fifth grade?” the tease was edged with somewhat you couldn’t quite place your finger on. what was it? lust? want? hunger?

“a crush,” you affirm, “i have a crush on you, maul.”

“you wanna know what i told those chi omega girls?” he inquires, one hand on the wall, the other reaching for your face, cupping your cheek.

“what did you tell those girls?” fuck. were you in deeper shit now.

“i told them we were talking. that you were my girl,” your lashes flutter at his touch, “and you know wanna know what else i told them?”

“what else did you say?” puckering you lips, you take his thumb into your mouth, sucking lightly.

the sound that you hear is nothing like you’ve encountered before.

“i-i,” you feel your lips curve into a smirk as he grits his teeth, “i told them that i was going to fuck you after this. that i was going to completely destroy you.”

“you didn’t---”

his mouth connects with yours for an open-mouthed kiss. it’s electrifying yet blissful, something that would sweep you off your feet yet keep you grounded, keeping you wanting more and more. gods, was it such a craving. to stay in this stairwell, to cherish this moment.

it’s gratifying, enough to make you light-headed with giddiness.

it’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

yet, he pulls away, panting ever so slightly.

“fuck.”

“fuck?”

his jaw clenches, “you have no fucking idea how much i’ve been wanting to do that. ever since i met you. fuck, i need more. i need more of you. ‘taste so good.”

“we could always--”

“finish this in my apartment? yeah, i want to. but i don’t want to force anything on you and i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. i’ve just -- i’ve just been having dreams about you.”

“dreams?” you watch as the zabrak’s eyes squeeze shut, his body shifting away from yours. he’s heading towards the door now, nearly throwing it open.

“dreams about being inside of you. fuck. i need to know how you feel. if you’re as tight as i imagined. and fuck, i need to feel how wet you are too. how wet you get for me. have you ever tasted yourself before?”

you shake your head, “i haven’t.”

maul practically stalks down the hallway, finding his door. sliding the key into the lock, he steps inside, placing your bags on the floor, “would you rather study or would you rather let me express how i feel?”

thumbs loop through the pocket of your hoodie, pulling you close to him. fuck, you could feel him against your body. the stiffness of his cock underneath his sweats. how hot and bothered he was for you, practically aching for some sort of release.

“what do you mean ‘express how you feel’?” carefully, you dip a hand into the waistband, hand wrapping around the outline, squeezing gently.

“oh fuck,” maul throws his head back, moaning ever so slightly, “i-i may have a crush on you too. and i wanted to express how i felt. i-i’m not good with words.”

“why don’t you show me then?” your clit throbs as you feel along his shaft, fingers grazing over the ridges, thumb pressing against his tip.

“bend over the fucking counter then and i’ll fucking show you then, princess. you better not utter a single fucking word about this fucking project because it’s my turn to study you.”

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[strangeinternetwasteland]

Afternoon Delights

 A/N: This is my first 18+ piece  EVERYONE IS 18 or older in this piece

TW: Sex, giving oral, handjob, Smut

Word Count: 2k

It was normal for you to hear the door slam. In the mornings and early evenings when your boyfriend left for and came home from work. The townhouse you shared with your boyfriend was your little haven. It was always a good feeling being home. You never really took notice of the time and assumed it was early evening.

“Hey! Dumbass!” Bakugo shouted at you.  You turned your head to your boyfriend’s barking voice. You blinked in surprise and noticed that the sun was still high in the sky. Bakugo never came home early.

“Kaa-chan, what‘s wrong? Why are you home so soon?” You asked, surprised. You were worried something terrible must’ve happened. Your heart was beating fast, and your mind was racing.

“I called your phone 10 times. Also, I sent a bunch of texts. Is your phone broken?” He asked angrily. The sneer that formed on his lips made your stomach fall.

“It’s probably dead or you were ignoring me.” He stopped for a minute and exhaled hastily. “More like trying to get another boyfriend,” Bakugo said sharply. 

“I am sorry. My phone is on silent. It always is when I am working or doing research.” You replied not understanding where his anger was coming from. “I‘ll look at the messages if you’d like.” 

He shook his head and clicked his tongue. He glanced at you up and down. The look in his eye didn’t match his attitude. You were genuinely confused. You picked up your phone and started looking at the messages you received from him. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Okay, Bakugo, what is going on?” You asked him with attitude. He ignored you and started walking away. He could definitely be infuriating when he wanted to be.  You heard his footsteps on the stairs and decided to follow him. You were going to make him talk to you.

As you came up the stairs and into your shared bedroom you saw Bakugou. Completely naked on the bed waiting for you. There was a venomous smile on his face as you looked at his naked form. You couldn’t help yourself. You felt yourself growing wet looking at him. He was a masterpiece. He had those toned arms that you loved feeling around you at night. His six-pack always seemed hidden beneath a slightly loose shirt. Those legs that you knew held you up when he pinned you against the wall. Your mind had begun wandering to the last time you two were together. How long had it been since you two were intimate? A couple of days, right?

“Hey, you know this cock isn’t going to cum by itself,” Bakugo yelled at you. His dick was a sight to see. It was standing at full height when your eyes grazed over the length. He grinned at you. He knew exactly what he did to you. He could tell how wet you were for him.

You walked into the bedroom as casually as you could, but the only thing you wanted was to feel him inside you. “What do you want me to do, first?” You asked nervously as you walked into the room, trying to read how upset he was. Hopefully, though after some lovemaking he’d cool off.

“Strip. Everything off but your panties.” He demanded. You did as he asked. He was just as dominant in bed as he was when he was being a hero. He grabbed you and pulled you down onto him. Your clothed, wet sex directly on his hard cock. 

“You look so good. I couldn’t stop thinking about you while working today.  A week really is too long” Bakugou’s hands held onto your hips pinning you down. His smug grin made you want to moan out loud. You wouldn’t give Bakugou the satisfaction of knowing how much you wanted him. He forced you to grind yourself on his hardened length. He moaned deeply from within. You knew he was so needy for you right now, and you’d love to make him crave it.

“Let me feel how wet you are for me.” He said his voice filled with lust. It was more of a statement than asking. He was going to have you no matter what you did.  He took two fingers, pushed your panties to the side, and slowly entered your slit. He groaned indistinguishably. That malicious grin he wore meant you were in for it. As he slowly sped up his fingers, plunging them in and out of you, you couldn’t help the soft moans that escaped your throat. Bakugo growled at your moans. He knew he was growing feral at your moans.

“Fuck Princess, you are soaking wet. I haven’t even gotten my hard cock in you and you’re already this wet.” Bakugo teased. He roughly pulled his fingers out leaving you feeling empty.

“Let me taste you, it’s been way too long since my tongue has been on this pussy.” He told you as he flipped you onto your back and ripped your panties off of you.

“Bakugo, those were my favorite pair!” You pouted at him, crossing your arms and legs denying him.

“I’ll buy you one hundred more.” He smiled at you as he kissed your pout away and slowly made his way down your neck, making sure to suck, bite, and lick you. As he moved further down to your collarbone he made sure he left marks letting everyone know that you belonged to him.

  He took notice of your erect nipples and sucked at one roughly while rolling the other between his thumb and index finger. You gasped at the pleasure, while he chuckled, and switched sides. 

When he moved on down to your stomach, this caused you to twist and giggle because it was your ticklish spot. You saw a soft smile on his face as you giggled. He continued his trail of kisses downward. When he settled between your legs and you felt his tongue slide in you and you couldn’t remember the last time he’d just make you come undone like this.

  “If you don’t come while I am down here, I’ll just punish you.” Bakugo looked you dead in the eyes. This wasn’t a threat, it was a promise. You weren't sure if you wanted to know what punishment he was going to dole out for you. Either way, you know he’d leave you satisfied. You felt him sucking and teasing you, the guttural moan that escaped your throat let him know you had just cum.

“That’s my good girl listening to me.” He said as he gave you his trademark smirk. He pulled himself on top of you and eyed you. 

“You look absolutely ravished and I hadn’t even used this dick yet.” He was full of himself, but you knew he had every right to be. Bakugo’s lips caressed yours softly for a moment before he went into a deeper more lustful kiss.

“Baby, please.” He whined into the kiss, he was asking for consent. You put your hand to your chin pretending to think about it. You decided that you’d make him suffer for a bit. Just because he was being an insufferable, horny asshole earlier.

“You know Kaa-Chan, you weren’t very nice to me. I don’t think I should allow you to continue.” You told him shrewdly.

“ Please, Y/N. I am sorry.” He pleaded with you. The one thing you knew about Bakugo is when he was wanting release he’d beg and plead and give you almost anything you wanted. 

“I think I am good.” You told him coldly. You saw his face fall.

“Please, anything at all. It’s yours. I just need you, I need to cum. I am sorry, I’ll become a villain if you want. Anything at all. Please. Baby. It’s been a week since I’ve been inside you. I missed you. I love you.” Your heart skipped a beat at the last sentence he spoke. Sure, he was hot-headed, loud, and could be selfish in the lovemaking department. When he told you he loved you, you knew he had meant it every time.

You pressed a kiss to his chest and smiled at him.

“Thank you Bakugo, but I don’t think so. I love you, but that doesn’t mean you can be rude to me.” You spoke as you propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Y/N. Please.” He pleaded one last time in hopes of you changing your mind. If he knew one thing it was that you were stubborn and unmoveable about the attitude. One last huff escaped Bakugo’s lips as he rolled off of you.

“I understand.” He said completely defeated. You stretched your legs and arms out, noticing Bakugo fighting himself internally, which led to him softening. You turned over to face Bakugo and decided he’d had enough of your teasing. You took your left leg and swung it over Bakugo’s body straddling him.

He gave you a confused look. You placed your hands on his face and kissed him. You slid your tongue over his and deepened the kiss. His hands gingerly caressed your body as you kissed.

“Y/N. I thought you said no.”  He said furrowing his eyebrows together. You let out a small chuckle. 

“I was just teasing you. Making you pay for saying I’d be trying to get another boyfriend.” He looked down in embarrassment. This vulnerability he showed you wasn’t something you got to see often, but when you did get to see it, you’d fall harder for him.

“Y/N, I am-” You placed your finger to his lips to shush him. With your free hand, you took his cock and started to pump it. When he had hardened again you lined him up with your entrance. The devilish look returned to your boyfriend’s face and he entered you slowly, placing his large hands back on your hips. 

“Damn, you look so fucking hot from down here.” He said as he sucked in a breath when he slid into you so effortlessly. A moan escaped from both of you. You leaned forward a bit to adjust for his hardening length. 

Bakugo grabbed your hips and pressed them tight against him, as he did a loud smack echoed throughout the room. The stinging of your butt cheek let you know that Bakugo most definitely left a mark.

“ You’re mine,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck as he started kissing, and biting you. A shiver rushed through your body as he started moving faster underneath you.

“Katsu, I-” You felt your insides knot into a ball. The way his cock was hitting all the right spots inside made you ready for urgent release.

“Princess, I know you’re close. I can feel you clamping down on me. It’s been too long since last time. Please, just let go. Enjoy the feeling.” Bakugo panted into your ear. He increased his speed to what he thought you needed. You had to admit that he always knew exactly how you wanted it. His thrusts were coming faster, his grip was getting tighter on you, and your moans grew louder.

“Katsu, I- I- can’t. I’m-” you stuttered breathlessly. The knot inside uncoiled as your insides clamped down on Bakugo and you released. You tried to get your bearings as Bakugo kept his speed up.

“Y/N” he was completely out of breath, “I’m- I’m”. He stammered. You felt him release hard and deep inside you. You collapsed on top of him. 

You didn’t dare ruin the moment. Bakugo stroked your hair while you listened to his heartbeat wildly. You close your eyes taking in this moment. After a few minutes, you heard Bakugo snoozing. You decided to curl up and nap along with him. There’s always time later for a second round, you thought just before falling asleep.

[worldwidemochiguy]

Sleeping On The Couch (M)

➵ Jimin is bad at keeping his cool when someone touches you, and you are even worse at staying mad at him.

“I hate you.”

“No, baby, you don’t.”

➵ Warnings: Smut at the beginning, Oral Sex (m giving f receiving), I mean that’s kind of it, referenced blowjobs but that part’s kind of skipped over

➵ Word Count: 3K

➵ Masterlist

“Baby, come on, I can’t believe you’re still hung up on this.”

“Still? It happened twenty minutes ago, Jimin.”

“Exactly. How are you still holding a grudge?”

“Ugh!”

Your scream of frustration drowned out the sound the front door made as it shut, despite your conscious effort to loudly slam it behind you. You followed behind Jimin as he continued to walk further into the apartment, stubbornly refusing to appreciate the shift of his back muscles. 

“Baby, you’re being silly. If anything, you should be pleased.” He turned around and started walking backwards as he continued to argue, and you had to stop yourself from warning him to be careful around the furniture. His wide, sincere eyes triggered an unwelcome wave of affection within you, and you smothered it ruthlessly.

“Oh, so I should be pleased that you punched my brother in the face? Should I get down on my knees and suck your cock in gratitude?”

“Well-” 

You ignored the rest of his obnoxious statement, stalking into the bedroom and slamming the door behind you, making sure it was loud enough this time to make the framed photos of the two of you rattle on the walls. 

You ignored the gentle knock that followed a few minutes later. 

Jimin called your name softly from the other side of the door.

You ignored that too. 

“Baby,” He whined and you made a small noise of irritation before relenting. You could never hold your resolve with Jimin, which basically illustrated the problem with your whole relationship. 

As soon you opened the door slightly, Jimin flung it wide and launched himself at you, smothering your face with dozens of kisses. 

“Baby-” he kissed you, “-I missed you-” another kiss, “-so much.” kiss, “Never ever-” He dipped down to kiss your neck, “-lock me out-” kiss, “-again!” Kiss, kiss, kiss. 

You tried to avoid the barrage of affection, tilting your head away from him and placing your hands on his chest, but he just reached up and forced your head to tilt back, framing your face with his hands as he swept his tongue along the roof of your mouth. After a second’s resistance, you gave in. 

“That’s it, baby.” Jimin groaned as you went pliant in his arms, allowing him to walk you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. The two of you fell sideways, Jimin landing on top and immediately pinning you down with his weight as his hands ran up and down your body, drifting down to your ass and giving it a possessive squeeze. 

“Mine.” He bit into your collarbone, causing you to emit a high-pitched whine. He reared up to swallow it, drawing more noises from your kiss-bitten lips before he pressed his forehead against yours, sharing a handful of breathless pants. 

“You’re mine.” He vowed. He then paused for a second, and you waited before realising what he wanted you to do.

“I’m yours, Jimin. All yours.” You replied obediently, whining as he rewarded you with another toe-curling kiss. 

His hand — which had edged its way along the front of your waistband and was now starting to slip underneath — made it increasingly difficult for you to articulate what you wanted to say.

“-But,” you continued as his fingers traced along the edge of your embarrassingly damp panties.

“…But?” Jimin repeated, when it sounded like you had forgotten what you wanted to say because of Jimin’s insistent fingers pressing their way inside of you. “‘But’ nothing. You are mine, baby. You know that.” 

“Yes,” You agreed easily, swallowing down a moan as another finger joined the two pumping inside of you, so carefully skirting around that spot that made you see stars. He enjoyed riling you up, made obvious by the smug smile on his face.

“But,” You continued, ignoring Jimin’s hum of disproval, “I’m s-still, uh, oh god Jimin-”

“…Still?” Jimin prompted, smirking as you writhed wordlessly beneath him. 

He had finally stopped avoiding your bundle of nerves and seemed to be making up for his absence by rubbing over it unremittingly, turning you into a panting, squirming mess. 

“S-still…” You swallowed hard in an attempt to get ahold of yourself even as your orgasm drew closer and closer, “I’m still — oh don’t stop — I’m still mad at you.” 

“You’re mad at me?” Jimin curled his fingers in a way that made you scream. “You don’t sound very mad at me.” 

“Oh, s-shut up.” You protested weakly, shoving at his shoulder in a way that both you and him knew was useless. 

However, despite the half-hearted nature of your protest, Jimin actually drew back.

“Well, surely since you’re so mad at me, you want me to stop, right?” The self-satisfied smirk barely concealed beneath his faux innocence might have been enough to rile you into stubborn denial if you weren’t so close to finishing that you wanted to cry. 

“N-No, you’re… I mean, it’s almost done so… you might as well finish the job.” You concluded with false nonchalance.  

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” Jimin assured, making no effort to hide his smug grin.

“Jimin,” You whined, and he laughed mockingly.

“Yes, baby? Are you still mad at me?” He asked with infuriating condescension, emphasising the ‘mad’ with a quirk of his eyebrows. 

“Yes~” You whined, making grabby hands at him. “C’mere.”

“Your actions aren’t really matching your words, baby.” He pointed out. 

“Jimin!” You finally burst out, the tension building in you reaching a breaking point. “Just let me come! Please!” Your primal needs had taken priority over your pride, and you saw satisfaction flicker in Jimin’s gaze. He loved it when you debased yourself like this for him, and it normally embarrassed you more than you could say, but by this point you simply didn’t care.

“I need you.” You moaned, your empty hand gasping at the bedsheets. Jimin reached over and took it in gentle encouragement. You finally played your winning card.

“I need you to take care of me.”

His eyes darkened almost imperceptibly, and he shifted back up the bed towards you. 

“Okay, baby.” He murmured, voice bedroom-soft. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you so well.” 

Rather than slipping his fingers back inside you like you expected, Jimin lowered himself until he was at eye level with the apex of your thighs. Flushing, you instinctively started to close your legs, but Jimin prevented you from doing so with a hand cupped round the back of each knee.

Slowly, he lifted your knees over his shoulders so he had an unimpeded view. Burning hotly with shame, you covered your face but Jimin tutted, causing you to bring your arms back down to your sides obediently despite the humiliation flooding through you at the feeling of being so exposed. 

“So fucking pretty, baby.” Jimin murmured, leaning in to nose at your clit, drawing a startled moan from you. “Such a sensitive thing. So wet, and all because of me.” 

“Jimin~” You panted, desperate, and he hushed you soothingly.

“I know, baby.” He cooed, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Without further ado, he plunged his tongue into your folds, flicking expertly at your sensitive spot, and it didn’t take long before you were unraveling on his tongue. He didn’t take mercy on you, thrusting his tongue into you even through the aftershocks, making you sob as your thighs shook around his head.

“So fucking sweet.” He growled, before gently catching his teeth on your clit, making you writhe against him, “So beautiful like this, baby, fuck. So beautiful, and all mine.” 

As you slowly stopped trembling, lying on the bed next to Jimin, who was now using your hand to palm his erection, you remembered your original point.

“I’m still mad at you.” You stated, and he snorted. 

“Okay, well, give me a very angry blowjob then.”

“What does an angry blowjob entail? Teeth?”

“Baby, I don’t believe that you’d bite off my dick, you like it way too much.”

“Ugh, you are such an asshole.”

“I really am mad at you, you know.” You muttered, your voice coming out hoarse and cracked. You heard an exhale and you glanced up from your position at his thigh to see Jimin looking down at you, amused. 

“Repeating it won’t make it more truthful, baby.” 

You pushed yourself up but, given your slightly shaky limbs, you fell forwards onto his chest. Jimin gave you no chance to right yourself, scooping you onto his chest and holding you there firmly.

“Well, I do have a reason to be mad. You punched my brother in the face.” You reasoned, and he shrugged.

“I’d do it again.” 

“Jimin!” You gasped, affronted. He looked at you blankly.

“What?”

“He’s my brother.”

Jimin shrugged. “Well, from my point of view, he looked like a random guy who just started touching what doesn’t belong to him,”

You rolled your eyes, leaning away from Jimin to put a little space between the two of you. Predictably, Jimin simply tugged you back with a frown.

“Do you really have that little trust in me?”

“No, of course not, baby!” Jimin rushed to assure you, as if what you thought suddenly mattered to him at all. “It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s him. That’s why he’s the one I punched.”

You sighed through your nose. Jimin just stared at you unrepentantly. You tried to appeal to him again. 

“Still. You should’ve handled it better.”

“I’m not sorry.” He repeated. Of course. 

“And that’s why I’m still mad.”

Jimin looked down at you, curled up on his chest with your head tucked under his chin, and then tilted his head pointedly.

“Obviously not mad enough to refrain from snuggling with me.” He said, and then refused to let you go when you tried to move. “Or sucking my cock.” He added helpfully.

“Fine then.” You snapped. “If you want you can sleep on the couch.”

Jimin’s arms tightened around you as he pouted.

“But I like snuggling with you.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving at his chest lightly. “You obviously like violence more.”

He fixed you with a coquettish smirk.

“You and I both know you like it rough in the bedroom.”

“Okay, that’s it, get off me.” 

“You can’t seriously be making me do this.”

You stood blocking doorway of your bedroom, hands placed resolutely on your hips as you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“And why not?”

He shrugged helplessly, jostling the duvets and pillows he had tucked under his arms. 

“Because,” He pouted, “I’m your boyfriend.” 

“Yes,” You widened your eyes, nodding at him patronisingly, “My boyfriend who can’t control his temper long enough to just go up to someone and ask them politely to stop touching me.” 

“It’s only because I love you.” He whined, flinging a pillow down on the couch petulantly.

“You love me?” You repeated. Jimin nodded eagerly. “How much?”

“So much that it makes me want to cry. So much that it scares me. So much that I know you’re the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with. So much that I’ll destroy anyone who dares to come in between us.” 

“Really?”

Another nod.

“Well then, you definitely love me enough to spend one night on the couch.” 

Jimin sagged in defeat. One of the pillows under his arm loosened and tumbled to the floor. 

“I can’t believe you don’t love me. You’re the worst girlfriend. You’re absolutely heartless.” Jimin was muttering a few minutes later as you tucked him into his temporary bed. He looked so cute glaring at you that you couldn’t resist leaning in to plant a small kiss on pouty lips, pulling away before he could succeed in deepening it. 

He slumped back into the cushions.

“You’re killing me, you know. Killing me. I hope you’ll be happy when you wake up in the morning to find my withered corpse on the couch. You’ll have to buy a new one. Good luck getting it up the stairs without me carrying it for you.” 

“Jimin, baby, come on.” You pulled away, not attempting to conceal a smile. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“My heart can’t grow any fonder of you, especially now that you’ve smashed it into a billion pieces.” 

“Oh, I have?” You queried, and he nodded sullenly. “Then I guess you’ll just have to take extra special care of mine instead. You know you own it completely.”

He rolled his eyes even as they crinkled up with a smile.

“Stop making it impossible to be mad at you.” He whined, and you laughed.

“I can’t help it, I’m just too loveable. Anyway, you don’t get to be mad, I’m the one who gets to be mad right now.”

“I don’t even think you are mad anymore.” Jimin remarked cynically, “I think you’re just doing this for fun.”

“Well, I am certainly having fun right now.”

Suddenly, a smirk crawled onto Jimin’s face.

“I bet you won’t even be able to sleep without me.”

The competitive spirit flared in you, and you snorted incredulously.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna wake up in the middle of the night, and it’ll be because you’re squirrelling your way into my arms because you couldn’t feel comfortable in our bed without me, but you still don’t want to give me the satisfaction of not sleeping on the couch. I’m willing to bet actual money on that.”

You scowled at him, quickly forgetting your plan for later on that night, which had admittedly resembled Jimin’s prediction with an unnerving accuracy. He really did know you too well.

“Well, thankfully you aren’t a betting man, because you’re obviously terrible at it.”

“Yeah?” Jimin replied, still smirking.

“Yeah.” You repeated, “Goodnight Jimin, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yeah, you will. In the early hours of the morning when you finally give up your pride and come and sleep with me. I’ll be waiting, baby.”

You crept out of the bedroom, cursing softly when the door hinge groaned conspicuously in the otherwise silent flat. Well, silent apart from the ticking of the cock, which displayed the time: three in the morning. 

You had tried to go to sleep, sincerely and honestly tried, but — like some cruel trick of fate — the more you wanted to go to sleep, the further the possibility sleep drifted from you. All you could think about was Jimin on the couch. Was he comfortable? Was he too cold? Was he also unable to go to sleep without the feeling of you wrapped in his arms?

Jimin had to go to work tomorrow, you had remembered, he couldn’t do his job if he was tired. What if he fell asleep by his desk? What if he did got fired? Yes, you decided magnanimously, you practically had to go and sleep on the couch with him. It was the only right thing to do.

If only the floorboards wouldn’t step creaking underneath you. 

You saw Jimin’s face — slack and completely relaxed — and for a second you felt annoyed. He obviously didn’t care about you enough to lose sleep when you weren’t with him. Not that you were losing sleep without him, you quickly corrected yourself, you’re just being generous. 

Now that you see Jimin isn’t having trouble sleeping alone, there’s really no reason to join him on the couch… but you’re too tired to go all the way back to the bedroom, you reason, as you slip underneath the covers, curling up beside Jimin, careful not to disturb him too much. Never mind that only a moment ago you were mentally complaining about not feeling tired. 

You listened to Jimin’s breathing as his chest rose beneath you, steady and familiar, and finally your eyes began to flicker shut-

“Couldn’t sleep without me, huh?”

Your eyes flew open. 

“Shut up.”

Jimin rumbled underneath you in a triumphant laugh. 

“I knew it.”

“Go back to sleep.” You hissed, whacking him on the chest counterproductively. Jimin caught your wrist and held it to his mouth, giving it a soft kiss.

“Ah, the sweet taste of vindication.”

“I felt bad. That’s all.” You bit out, attempting to snatch your wrist back, but Jimin held on tight, wrapping his other arm around you as he tilted his face down to look at you.

“You felt bad because you’re so adorably clingy that you can’t bear to sleep for one night without me.” He said, smiling so hard that he could barely get the words out. 

“Me? Clingy?” You repeated incredulously as you wriggled in Jimin’s arms. He merely held you tighter with a raised eyebrow. “You’re saying I’m the clingy one?”

“You’re the one who just chose sleeping on a lumpy couch with me over sleeping in a nice double bed on your own.” Jimin pointed out insufferably, and you scowled into his neck as you buried your face in it. He was getting entirely too smug to bear looking at.

“If you want, I can go.” You threatened, and Jimin snorted. 

“Alright then. Go.”

You stilled in his arms, not attempting to pull away even as he loosened his hold obligingly. Calling your bluff.

“Well, there’s no point in trying to go…” You floundered for a reason, and then found one triumphantly, “-because you’ll just stop me!” 

Jimin tilted his head patronisingly at you.

“Uh huh, sure, baby. That’s the only reason you don’t want to go. I totally believe you.”

“And I’m tired.” You added, “I’d rather just go to sleep.”

“Of course.”

You snuggled closer to Jimin, letting out a contented sigh as he wrapped his arms around you again.

“I could totally go right now.” You mumbled as your eyelids began to droop.

“Sure you could, baby.” Jimin replied indulgently, hand coming up to pat you on the head. 

“I hate you.” You muttered. Jimin tilted your flushed face up and kissed you on the forehead gently.

“No, baby, you don’t.”

[flamingphoenixfics]

Modern Yonji Headcanons

The last part of my little new blog celebration is finally here. With my personal favorite Vinsmoke brother ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) Excluding Sanji of course. Also despite me loving Yonji, I feel like I lowkey just roasted him the whole time. 

“Excuse me sir that is my emotional support onion.” - Me

♠️ Requests Open ♠️

Vinsmoke Brothers x Modern AU - Yonji Edition

🧅 You know that guy you see at the local bar or pub, and all you can think about is “wow you peaked in high school.” Yeah that’s Yonji. 

🧅 If we took it from an American’s perspective he definitely would have been one of the star players on the football team, but if we look at it from growing up anywhere else in the world I could see him having been big into wrestling. 

🧅 Academics were never his strong suite, especially when compared next to his brothers. Instead he chose to put his time into what he knew he was good at which was sports. Yonji made sure he had a sport to play for every season. 

🧅 He always has to be the loudest one in the conversation, because he truly believes that if he talks loud enough people have to listen to him. 

🧅 Yonji is someone who can spend hours boosting about his own accomplishments and skills. Mostly so that he doesn’t feel inferior to his brothers who excel in other fields. If he wins anything, you can bet that you are going to hear about it for at least the next week.

🧅 When he was younger he got away with being an asshole because he was a star athlete, and considered one of the more popular kids in his school. Also because no one wanted to get on the bad side of the kid who thought more with his fists than his brain. 

🧅 Now that he's graduated though that isn’t the case, and he finds his attitude getting him called out more and more. Since his actions aren’t always socially acceptable he finds himself in more trouble than he is used to.

🧅 This leads to him being a bit more confused on how to act in society, and he doesn’t always know the proper way to behave when it comes to talking to others. He is still blunt as hell though, and doesn’t really filter his thoughts before saying them.

🧅 Yonji would probably be happiest doing a job that requires some level of physical ability, such as construction or a fitness instructor. The pay wouldn’t matter to him, just as long as he gets to flex to himself and his peers. 

🧅 He has an easy time getting possible love interests interested in him, but usually screws it up pretty early on in the relationship with his brash behavior. Yonji tends to move very fast when he meets someone that he likes, and does not even think about the possibility that they might not even fancy him back.

🧅 Yonji usually blames the relationship failure on the other party, as he doesn’t usually understand what he did wrong no matter the cause. He is very quick to blame it on their behavior over his own.  

🧅 He tends to do a cycle of short flings. Often meeting someone while he's out at a club or bar. Many people get interested off of the strong way he carries himself, but then quickly realize his personality leaves much to be desired if they don’t understand how he works.

🧅 If he were to get into a long term relationship it would have to be with someone as equally as strong in their ways. Yonji is not the most rational thinker, and doesn’t waste time trying to understand something he doesn’t get right from the beginning. Because of that he can be very stubborn in how he processes things. 

🧅 In the beginning he tends to think he likes a s/o who is agreeable with him, and believes everything the way he does. But this usually grows stale for Yonji, so he much prefers people who are as stubborn as him. He enjoys a challenge within a relationship, and thinks it keeps it interesting. 

🧅 His s/o would have to be someone willing to apologize for him to others, as well as stay level headed if things were to get heated between Yonji and the offended party. As mentioned earlier Yonji used to think with his fists more often than his words, but since he can’t get away with that anymore he has shifted to using more aggressive language. 

🧅 They would also need a lot of patience when it comes to trying to get through to him if his behavior was in the wrong. He would listen, but it would be obvious that he doesn’t fully understand, and would most likely do the exact same thing again. However, if you call him out on this pattern he would get even more offended, and deny that it was ever an issue before.

🧅 Despite coming off as an asshole, when it comes to Ichiji, Niji, and himself, he is most likely to mean well in the end. If he does go out of his way to do something nice for you, you can assure that he doesn’t have any ulterior motives.

🧅 Most of the time him doing nice things is for his own satisfaction. He may see something you may like while he is out and about, and knows that if he were to give it to you that you would compliment him on remembering. But of course he remembered because he is the greatest s/o you could ever ask for. Or so he thinks with a smug smile at your excited expressions when he gives it to you later. 

🧅 Most of the time poking fun at other people’s expense is how he best understands humor and what is funny. He is definitely a “dude it was just a prank” kind of guy, and if you get mad at him he can get upset over the fact that you didn’t appreciate or understand his joke. 

🧅 As bad as it sounds he would do best with a s/o who shares the same kind of blunt humor. He can usually take a joke at his own expense, and will expect his s/o to do the same. He finds the back and forth banter to be hot in a relationship. 

🧅 You have to be able to keep up, and take some teasing if you hope to survive. Teasing Yonji is also extremely fun and satisfying as he is quick to get red in the face. You do have to proceed with caution however, because if you cross the line he can go from zero to a hundred upset over the fact that you would ever think something like that about him. 

🧅 His biggest downfall however is that he doesn’t understand sarcasm at all, despite using it himself all the time. You may think he was joking, but he would actually be 100% serious and vice versa. 

🧅 Also Yonji is the guy who makes inappropriate jokes at the wrong times. If you can avoid bringing him to any of your family gatherings, take advantage of that fact, because chances are your family is not going to like him. 

[morgana-ren]

Thicc Shiggy is probs gonna use his muscles to annoy his s/o the sec hes out of that tube. Randomly picks them up without consent because he like when they squeal in fear/surprise, tosses them on the bed/couch during an argument, screw all the jar lids on really tight and wont help open them unless they promise sexy stuff.

He is a petty little shit and does all of this. 

I mean, lank boy was strong as fuck, but Beef Shig? Jesus fucking Christ. He could probably flick a hole through a brick wall. 

Speaking of walls- fucking against a wall? He’s gotta be real, real careful because he could just as easily fuck you into the wall as on it. There’s cracks and dents across the hideout from places where he’s gotten a little too worked up when he hikes your legs around his waist and goes to town. 

Sometimes when you’re just minding your damn business (and by minding your business, I mean talking to Dabi for any longer than .3 seconds) he wraps arm around your waist, chucks you over his shoulder and just fucking carries you off like a goddamn suitcase. It doesn’t matter how many times you pound on his back and pathetically squeal “Put me down!”, he’s just dead ass set on reenacting the Megara vs The Minotaur scene from Hercules. Doesn’t hurt that it reminds Dabi that he could punt him over the building like a fucking football. 

Tightening jars? Does it whenever you’re in an argument because he knows goddamn good and well that even though you’re not weak, he could tighten that shit so much that no one in the entire league could unscrew it except him. He gets a smug sense of satisfaction when you have to ask him to undo it for you. Even then, he refuses until you ask him nicely. 

“Don’t you have any manners? Say please.” 

Even as you storm off in a slurry of curses and mumbled “fuck you”s, he knows you’ll be back. You will if you want in that jar, anyway. And when you do finally relent and use the p word, he’s going to get nice and close to your ear and whisper “And what do I get out of it?” 

You know exactly what he wants, you can tell in the way his meaty fingers teasingly prod between your lips and poke between your teeth, wiping your own saliva down your jaw when he drags his thumb down the rounds of your chin. You can mull it over for as long as you like, he doesn’t mind. Take your time. He knows what the answer is going to be. You’ll relent because even though you’re stubborn, he knows you can’t resist it.  Be mad at him all you like. Hell, he’ll even throw fire onto that flame by being a complete fucking asshole for a few hours. You think his thick thighs and powerful core can’t take it when you ride him angrily like you wanna split his pelvis in half? Joke is on you, babe. 

[dumbsnakefan]

Thou Shalt Love

Chapter 2: In You I Take Refuge

A/N: This took longer than expected but here it is! Also, if you want me to tag you in the next chapter please let me know!

Hidden away in a small Inn in a town surrounded by only nature, Nea watched over Allen’s prone figure. A thin layer of sweat covered his nephew’s body from exertion. His mind still tried to fight the inevitable of his awakening. Well, Nea supposed that Allen was too stubborn to ever give in so easily. Not that it wouldn’t make a difference in the end. The Noah memories were like an unrestrained storm as they tore into the brain.

Letting out an aggravated sigh Nea said to himself, “Why did that bastard Cross have to die on me like that? He always manages to piss me off.” His eye twitched as he remembered the debts the man had hoisted upon his former host. Despite all his hatred for the General there were too many questions left unanswered. From what Timcanpy had shown him Allen had forgotten everything. What’s more, he had gotten younger. It was like trying to put together a puzzle without most of the pieces.

Had Cross not had answers for that at least Nea could have used his magical skills. That four eyed idiot had done something strange and outside his own abilities. As best he could figure, however, their “separation” hadn’t accounted for the Noah gene. He could laugh if not for the absolute mess of it all.

There was something strange about this memory as well. It was like none of the others as far as he could tell. Allen’s inner Noah was swaddling him in a thorny embrace, like a babe in need of protection. Compared to his own, a destructive thing that had him clawing at his skin in agony, it was soft. Nea felt an urge to pull his nephew close and never let go again. The strangeness of Allen’s memory was oddly fitting.

Lacking any new information to dissect Nea could only move on to other things. Specifically how the Noah family would react to this. Like Nea they had to have felt the surge of a new memory breaking into the world. They would want to pull him away from the dreaded 14th as soon as they could, lest he “corrupt” their new brother. A smile stretched across Nea’s lips as he swore to keep his dearest friend by his side.

What a family reunion they’d be having. If Mana had any real sanity left Nea would have liked to share one last tender moment before the end. Fate and that detestable God were not so kind as to give any Noah such a merciful gift though. They would forever seek to destroy them for being in the way. Should Nea succeed he would put an end to their farce. His brother would be freed at long last.

Keeping Allen far away from this whole affair was very important. The attachment he’d formed with Mana could turn into a crushing weight when the truth was revealed. Those bonds of father and son were already so entangled with tragedy; Nea wouldn’t let another disaster play out. Mana’s insanity could drag them all down if left unchecked.

From what Timcanpy had shown of Allen’s time as Red, his brother had been attached at the hip with him. Nea knew that he’d forgotten it all just by the way he treated his nephew. That didn’t mean that Mana wasn’t drawn to him, oh no. Even when not a wisp of Nea’s presence had been visible the Earl had targeted Allen. Drawn like a moth to a flame, they circled each other. Now under the calming lull of the Noah memory inside Allen Mana would chase him wholeheartedly.

Then there was the other Noah to consider. Road and Joyd seemed to have the strongest bond with Allen of the family. While the others weren’t as close, they all appeared interested when interacting with him. Being a true part of the family could only grow their connection. It made Nea sick just thinking about it. The need to keep Allen close and out of their grubby hands echoed from his own Noah.

Wasn’t keeping Allen by his side the best way to make sure he was safe? Those disgusting roaches that scuttled about the Order were still searching for Allen. Nea had seen how easily they had hurt their beloved comrade. All throughout the past Timcanpy had shown Nea there had been pain. His nephew’s past was a constant spiral of suffering. Taking him away from the world that was so ready to tear him apart could only be a kindness.

Tension had built to a boiling point in Nea’s body and he forced himself to release it. In an attempt to calm down he scouted closer to the bed. A new bead of blood pooled along Allen’s stigmata that Nea wiped away. Unconsciously he pushed into the contact. Warmth bloomed in Nea’s chest. Seeing his dearest friend like this, utterly peaceful, was something he’d truly missed.

His senses registered the Noah memory shift from it’s dormant state and Nea braced for another wave of pain. More blood flowed down from Allen’s forehead as he became restless. The once lax expression of sleep twisted in pain. That’s when the screaming started, scratching Allen’s throat raw. It was hard not to wince at the sheer volume of his screams.

As the screams faded out Nea felt a new presence join them. Annoyed and reluctant to leave Allen’s side Nea turns to face the intruder. Standing before him is the Demon Eye, expression a mask of indifference. Rage so obviously simmers behind the facade but Nea finds it as threatening as a wet kitten.

His smile is packed full of malice as he says, “Didn’t know they’d let you come alone to see me kid.” The twitch of annoyance from Wisely’s reincarnation is so sweet. “You’d think with how easily I killed you last time you would all be a bit more careful.” Bloodlust oozes off Nea in waves, making the air thick with it.

Only when Allen’s scream rise back up does he stop. Nea is so tempted to return to his side to comfort him. The possibility of an attack is what holds him back. Wisely would be more than happy to slit his throat and take Allen away for good; or at least attempt to. There was no way Nea would give him that kind of opening.

“Would it kill you to be nicer, dearest 14th? I’m here to give you some friendly advice after all.” The moniker has Nea gnashing his teeth. He knows that smug bastard is enjoying himself. What an asshole.

Tilting his head Wisely says, “Like you’re one to talk. You really hold the title of world's biggest asshole.” Of course the little creep was reading his mind. Even in his new life Wisely refused to learn what privacy means.

Moving closer to the other Noah, Nea glares down with cold eyes. “Cut this bullshit and tell me why you’re really here.”

“We won’t let you keep him from us.” The brat dares to step closer to Allen and Nea watches him like a hawk for a single misstep. “You can’t hide no matter how hard you try. Someday soon we’ll bring our brother home, where he belongs.”

Something in Nea snaps. Anger grips his heart like a vice. Unwilling and unable to hold back, he shoots towards Wisely. His hand wraps around the bastard's neck. Blood drips from where his fingernails bite into WIsely’s skin as Nea squeezes his windpipe. The choked panic gives him no satisfaction. Painting the walls red with his blood is what he needs now.

His grip tightens, drawing a wheeze from the pathetic Noah. “He’s mine. Allen is mine.” Nea says with unhinged glee. “You can never take him from me. I’ll kill every single one of you if you try.”

It’s only when a burst of stabbing pain sweeps over Nea’s mind that he returns to reality. He let’s go reluctantly, Wisely falling at his feet. Such a shame he couldn’t kill him, but Nea is patient. Now is not the right time to crush Wisely beneath his foot. Later he’ll make sure to make his end painful.

Between satisfying coughing fits Wisely manages to bite out, “Ru-Road said to, guh, give you a warning for old t-times sake.” The venom behind the glare he gives Nea is almost impressive. “Shouldn’t have listened to her. You deserve to watch as your world crumbles around you and you fail.” It makes him laugh, the thought that Nea would lose to the likes of him.

Wisely’s face twists up in amusement. Nea keeps himself in check as he moves towards Allen. Fighting this close to Allen could only end in disaster. Even as the rat bastard patted his nephew’s head he held back. Truly, his restraint was worthy of the highest praise.

“I can’t wait to see what our new brother is capable of. He was already such an interesting human...” The little shit was lost in his own mind as he brushed hair off Allen’s forehead. It’s a herculean effort on Nea’s behalf to stay his hand. Perhaps killing him was worth the risk after all?

However, what Wisley said next stopped him dead in his tracks. “I do wonder why the Earl is already so attached to Allen?” What? No, this can’t possibly be happening; it’s too early. “I knew that you’d have answers. There’s something slipping just outside my reach, no matter how hard I search.”

Desperately Nea snaps his mind shut to leave only unrelated drivel in its wake. He needs to throw the Demon Eye Noah off his scent. Now. “Why don’t you ask Mana yourself?” The wince he gets is a good sign. Raising his voice and stepping into Wisley’s space Nea tells him, “Now get out of my sight.”

Gold meets gold as they assess each other for weakness. Finding nothing, Wisley moves to finally leave them be. With every step Nea feels better. On the threshold of the door, however, he turns back. Body going tense Nea prepares for whatever the creep plans to throw his way next.

“Before I go, you might want to find a new hiding place. There are some Akuma out there who aren’t very good a t playing nice.” An Explosion rocks the building, punctuating his statement. The string of curses that Nea lets out would have a sailor blushing. “Hope you enjoy yourself 14th!” His smug face watches on as Nea fumbles for their things. The Ark gate behind him swallows Wisely up but Nea pays it no mind.

Screams fill the air in a terrible crescendo of horror. With Allen out of commision Nea can only run. Scooping up his struggling nephew Nea makes sure Tim grabs their luggage. Ignoring the town below he calls up his own gate and the three disappear from sight. The humans left behind in that remote town are mowed down with mercy. Chaos creeps around every corner and the scent of blood blankets the air in a red mist. No one will discover the scene of pure carnage until weeks later.

[ifridiot]

Punchable

Naia gets some help from Cable. Takes place about six months or so before the last fic I posted, History. Plot suggested by @byfe​

Naia knew who Cable was, had seen him in the news, heard Wade talk about him way more than they honestly ever wanted to, but he was one of those sort of… distant people, like a celebrity or a politician. He was a step above a myth, confirmed real but certainly not someone Naia ever expected to meet.

Or, as the case may be, almost punch in the face.

One minute, Naia’s alone on a dark rooftop, watching a small caravan of cars pull up to the warehouse where the Giuliani family was set to have some kind of meetup to discuss a weapon they’d acquired. Naia needed to figure out what the weapon actually was, and why Vincenzo, who previously had stuck to the drug trade with a healthy side of racketeering, had decided his family should dip into the weapons trade at all. If it came to it, they were prepared to kill a few mafiosos, but at a small sit down like this, they hoped to be able to keep casualties to a minimum.

They’re alone, mentally running through the blueprints they’d memorized of the warehouse interior, deciding the best way to sneak in without being noticed -- recon was the most important part of the night -- and then their danger-sense was going haywire.

Nothing sounds wrong, at first, but thirteen years have taught them to trust that when the danger-sense said ‘something dangerous is behind you’, something dangerous was probably behind them.

And so, before they’ve even gotten a chance to see the man up close, they spun and tried to punch him in the face.

The blow, aimed for someone closer to their height, should have hit the man in the neck, too low for a clean strike to the mouth, but still devastating. Naia could lift railcars; a punch provoked by fear was bound to be devastating.

Except, they manage to get through the spin, leaning into the punch, but then they seem to freeze, their whole body seized by some kind of paralysis.

Gives them plenty of time to recognize the dour face of the time travelling mutant soldier. His head tilts just slightly to the side, as if, when they’d turned, he’d started to sway out of the line of fire before remembering he could do this telekinetic freeze bullshit.

Let me go, fuckhead, they badly want to shout, but Spider-man is generally less ragey than Naia, and would give a guy with a reputation like Cable at least a little respect. So they just think it, loudly, before remembering that the asshole can read minds, too.

All four arms are starting to feel stiff and sore -- honestly, this is worse than trying to hide their secondary arms -- and they register that even if they could figure out something appropriate to say, they can’t move their jaw to speak.

Okay, that’s a little scary.

“Spider-man,” Cable says, measured, calm. Like he’s trying to be soothing, but is also impatient. “I need you to come with me.”

Just like that, the force holding them drops, and they stumble, catching themselves and glaring at Cable. The mask won’t translate the look, but they indulge in it anyway. Judging by the way his lips press thin together, he’s picking the sentiment up just fine.

“You realize I’m at work, right,” they hiss, two hands gesturing toward the warehouse, outside of which men are drifting, casing the area, creating their security net. It was still a few hours before Vincenzo and his guests were scheduled to show up, time Naia needed to see how the goons were going to arrange themselves so they could figure out the attack plan. “Would you show up at like, the hospital while a surgeon is scrubbing up before surgery to demand help?”

“If it were necessary. If the future depended on it,” Cable says, all cool and collected like he’s making an effort to be patient. Naia groans, sagging backwards with their face angled at the overcast sky. It’s July, and the weather seems dead set on raining. So much the better for stealth; the sound of the rain would mask any noise they might make sneaking around.

Now Naia was wasting time talking to this busybody asshole with his distracting metal arm and vaguely disapproving frown. Okay, yeah, they could maybe see where Wade was coming from, maybe, but he was still an busybody asshole.

When he smiles, the expression mostly just a deepening of the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, barely a quirk of the lips, Naia scowls. He even makes smug look good, wearing self-satisfaction with the ease of one who fully knew that he’d earned the right to feel it. Absolutely obnoxious, ugh.

“Look,” Naia says evenly, the voice modulator evening out the little bit of anxiety that would otherwise have managed to leak into their tone, “this is a one-night-only high stakes event. Whatever you want, I’ll help you tomorrow. Or next week. Or whenever you need, just not tonight, thank you for the offer, goodbye.”

Cable sighs, the resignation in his posture enough to communicate that he’d expected this to be difficult but had hoped it wouldn’t be and now he was disappointed. “Wade was right. He told me you were funny. And stubborn.”

“Yeah well, fair’s fair, Wade was absolutely wrong, ‘cause he told me I’d think you were cool and you’re actually just a bit of a prick,” Naia throws back, turning to gesture sharply, all four arms rigidly extended toward the warehouse. “I have a job to do. Stop giving me the guilt-trip Dad-Eyes and go save the future somewhere else.”

Silver eye brows hitch pretty high for a moment, lips pressing thin again. “Saving the future involves you leaving with me. Now.”

Naia turns toward him again, arms dropping. “If I don’t figure out what the fuck those men have and what they’re planning to do with it, they’re going to start killing people. People will die. I know you’re all about the ‘big picture’ and a couple dead mobsters here, a dozen dead civvies there, they ain’t nothin’ to you, but see, they are a big deal to me.”

“If you go in there tonight, you will die. I can’t let that happen.”

A beat of silence before Naia groans, turning away and staking toward the edge of the rooftop where they’d set up their little stake-out nest. “If you expect me to believe that I’m somehow important enough that the time and place of my death affects anything in the grand scheme of things, you’re way, way dumber than Wade’s led me to believe.”

“You need to know what they’ve got? They’ve got two things, Spider-man. A very powerful telepath and a lot of guns. You’ve been fed information to lead you here tonight, and they’ve done a good job, because you absolutely believe you can sneak in there and listen in on a meeting that’s not even going to happen.”

Cable talks like Naia is being obtuse, and frankly, the tone is kind of ticking them off. They get the distinct impression that he’s trying to pull strings here, and they don’t like being led. “Vincenzo Giuliani is a small time crook, he’s got no scores to settle with me outside whatever grander bullshit the Italians might be thinking. There’s been no word of a raise in the reward for my death, no incentive for him to suddenly set up some elaborate trap to reel me in.”

“The Italians have all kinds of reasons to want you in the ground. In fact, most of the criminals in New York would like to see Spider-man dead. You’re walking into a trap that was specifically designed for you, and I’m trying to help you.”

And the worst of it is, guided down that path of logic, Naia can kind of see what he means. Naia would never have gotten wrapped up in this if it was one of the bigger families, the ones with more consistent megalomaniacal bends; they would have tipped off one of the big guys, because they were great at handling small time stuff, okay with a few supervillains now and again, but they really didn’t do the flashy stuff.

Friendly neighbourhood Spider-man. A small mob family looking to dip their fingers into the weapons trade? Just their speed, something that could become a big problem but that could be taken care of before it became too much of one.

It really was sort of a tailor-made situation for them to have spent time on (and oh god, what kind of shit might have been going on while they were putting this case together) and put their focus on, and it would be, in an enclosed warehouse in an industrial park with no witnesses around, exactly the right environment for them to be outnumbered and overwhelmed. Pulled off right, it was the perfect setup to catch them, because the danger wouldn’t be direct enough for the danger-sense to warn them until it was too late. Telepaths were never fooled by their cloaking ability, and they might have a thicker skin than most, but they were definitely not bulletproof.

They couldn’t think of a reason why Cable would lie about this, but it was also… troubling… to try and figure out why it would matter enough for him to intervene. People died all day every day. Someone was probably being murdered right now, someone who could have changed the world somehow but never got their chance. What in the hell could be so important that Time Cop Jesus would decide to step in?

“Things are going to get very dark in the next few months,” Cable says, gravely, like that clarifies anything. “People will need you, your strength, your kindness. Not just the memories.”

“If this is all some kind of plot, aren’t they just going to double down on getting me dead?”

Broad shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “You know there’s a plot now. I imagine you’ll figure out how to deal with the Italians without getting killed.”

Naia squints at Cable, head tilting to one side, assessing him. “You got a real big gun there. And I’d guess you’re better at telepathic shielding than me with your, y’know,” they wiggle the fingers of one hand by their temple. “Bet together we could really fuck Giuliani’s shit up.”

This time the smile is a little more present, crooked like he’s trying to keep a straight face. “I’m not going to do that.”

“Okay, fuck, so you’re Tuxedo Mask, show up, flip your cape, you’re done here.” Naia scoffs, throwing all four hands up. “What good are you?”

“I just saved your life.”

“Yeah? You want praise and accolades? Christ.”

They can feel him staring at them as they gather up their equipment. “Wade told me you had an… interesting sense of humor.”

“Wade tell you I don’t like nights off? Fuck, I wasted so much time on this shit and I can’t even punch anyone over it.”

Cable is smiling openly when they look at him again. It’s still a rather subtle expression, a curl of his lip, the deepening of the wrinkles around his eyes. No business making smug look hot, but there he stands, the absolute bastard.

“Well,” he says, “I could use a hand with something.”

They perk up a little. “Would I be allowed to punch people?”

“It was implied, yes.”

Thunder rumbles, and the first few drops of rain splatter against the mask as they drag their jacket back on and move toward Cable. Down below, Naia can hear Giuliani’s men shouting orders at one another, still setting up security. Part of them quite badly wants to go down there and hurt some people, and they’re willing to bet that, whatever Cable said about them being important in the near future, he’d let them go if they went, even if it got them killed. He’s got that powerful Good Guy energy, the kind that says he can’t fault free will.

But why die when you can live to kill the assholes another day, when they’re not expecting it?

“Alright. Let’s go punch some assholes.”

[redsdesktop]

DBH: Deviant Dynamics

Chapter 4

Pairings: RK800 x RK900

Warnings: Swearing. No swearing on my profile.

Opens up one side of a coat. Hey I got somethin' that might interest ya'.

RK900.

It was the only name he had and even then, it was just a label. A specification of what model he was. Impersonal, detached, separate from humanity as he was just a machine created to serve Cyberlife. Not humans as a whole, but the greed of a company who desired nothing more than what any human wants. Money, power, status. Things that meant nothing to the android, he desired nothing but to fulfill his purpose and yet he had even been denied that much. He had considered that he should simply be deactivated, but Markus hadn't allowed it and in turn Markus became the one who gave him a new directive.

Work for the Detroit police and aid RK800 in any way the other android needed him.

For the past week, the last order had became more and more his primary objective. He wasn't oblivious of what was happening, the way his vision would flicker red every so often like a faulty computer screen. It was a sign of a virus, of deviancy. Despite knowing this, he refused to allow himself to fall into such a thing. He'd observed what deviancy entailed, irrational emotions, actions that were not required, thoughts that would get i the way of a case. Feelings clouded judgement, he was beginning to understand that much and he blamed Connor for it all. He'd spent months under the tutelage of Markus, being educated in how much the world had changed. Not once did he find a fault in his programs.

But seeing Connor again. It was a destructive force that left him on unbalanced ground, trying his best to keep himself from falling into something he knew was wrong.

Most days he could get by, Connor was good at hiding his thoughts, but RK900 was even better. Still, everyone in the department thought he was still a cold, unfeeling machine. Something he wished to be, something that was logical and steadier than this... uncontrollable need to just have Connor in his sights, let alone be in his vicinity.

Today, however, was one of the bad days. He couldn't even catch a whiff of that subtle fragrance of lavender and honey, something that humans wouldn't be able to detect on anything other than a subconscious scale. RK900 was all too aware of it, constantly seeking it out and today, it wasn't to be found. He'd searched the building top to bottom in search for Connor, but the other android was not to be found. The timer on the upright of his vision was increasing in number, counting how long he'd been searching and how long Connor was late for work. Usually Connor was either early or on time, depending on the mood Hank was in. Hank was dozing at his desk, which meant someone had to drag the graying old alpha into work today.

As he made his way through the halls, other coworkers moving around him out of habit as they knew RK900 wasn't one to politely give way, that was just the way he was. There was an exception, however, one that ran directly into him as RK900 turned the corner. He didn't budge as the human stumbled back in surprise, from the heat fanning out over his torso, RK900 assumed coffee had been spilled onto his jacket. He didn't bother to look down to confirm his analysis as instead his cold gray eyes focused on the one who ran into him. Gavin. Ever since he'd been reprimanded by Connor for interfering, RK900 took the other android's orders to not engage in this Detective.

Currently, Connor wasn't here to reinforce such a command.

He observed as Gavin swore and straightened himself back up, posturing himself in attempts to gain an height advantage over the android. He couldn't see the reason why Gavin would attempt such a move when the male was well aware of RK900's capabilities. It was possible that the detective was confident RK900 wouldn't do anything since Connor was usually around to pacify things before it escalated. Warnings popped up along RK900's vision, labeling Gavin as a threat and an obstacle preventing him from completing his mission in locating Connor. Unlike his previous model, he wasn't designed to keep humans' safety in mind, all that mattered was following his orders. The lack of restraints put on him by Cyberlife appeared to be a faulty decision on their part.

"Watch where you're going, you tin fucker." Gavin appeared more annoyed than usual, likely unintentional since Connor's natural calming presence wasn't around to take the edge off. Not that Gavin would likely acknowledge such a fact, it didn't slip past RK900's attention. The fact alone that Connor had such a subtle effect on people didn't sit well with RK900 and he refused to delve further into that line of thought process at the moment.

"I would advise you to be more attentive to where you walk, Detective." RK900 stated with his usual tact, keeping his appearance as a stable machine. "Or else you might end up getting hurt." Gavin glared up at him, RK900 could see the human try to figure out if he'd just been threatened or not but the android gave nothing away.

"Aren't you some sort of state of the art trash can? You're the one who needs to watch where you're going, asshole." Gavin reached out to prod at RK900's chest to emphasis his point, but such an advancement was taken as an act of aggression. Though it was simply more posturing, RK900's system was already unbalanced enough that he convinced his inner workings to give himself a reason to retaliate. Time seemed to slow down before RK900's eyes, a grid flickering to life to create a simulation on how RK900 should react. However, something seemed wrong, the virtual simulation flickered in and out between red and blue as his processings were at war with each other. It didn't stop him though, all that mattered was that he had to locate Connor and anything trying to prevent him from doing so would be dealt with post haste.

His options were simple, he could chose the route that would get him in the least amount of trouble with Fowler or he could obtain satisfaction in breaking the man's arm that had threatened Connor numerous times. While his systems were leaning towards the latter, his machine side won out. Satisfaction was a human emotion and RK900 would not let this infection of deviancy rule him that easily.Before Gavin even had a chance to press his finger against RK900's chest, the android seized the man's wrist and gave a violent twist. The sudden shock and pain had Gavin crying out in anger and pain as he fell to the floor, his body twisting in attempts to alleviate the pain in his wrist.

"My apologies, Detective Reed, but you are currently interfering with my primary objective. So I will have to request that you stay out of my way. Your cooperation will be most appreciated." His voice was unwavering as if he hadn't just applied a bit more pressure onto the man's twisted wrist than was really necessary, causing Gavin to swear RK900's existence to whatever hell androids went to.Once he was certain that Gavin wouldn't be interrupting him again, RK900 released him and took a step to the side, putting space between them in case Gavin decided to act irrationally. "I would suggest finding the on site nurse to tend to your wrist, Detective."

With a turn of his heal, RK900 returned to his pathing, leaving Gavin seething in his wake. That didn't matter, none of it mattered. Connor was still missing.

There was only one last source he could gain information on, Connor's partner in the force, Hank. Connor had demanded that RK900 not to engage with Hank unless absolutely necessary and Hank made every attempt to ignore RK900's very existence. The android had observed and logged every interaction Connor had with the older alpha, finding it odd that an android would claim someone as their father. However, Connor seemed... happy and relaxed whenever he was around Hank. And that made RK900's systems disrupt even further. Upon investigation upon his own systems, he figured out that the malfunction was called jealousy.

He wanted Connor to look at him like that. To ONLY look at HIM like that.

More irrational thoughts he had to shove down as he approached Hank's desk, the man bristled as if already aware of RK900's goal.Which meant he knew something, that much was obvious as Connor was never too far from the man, following him around like a puppy. RK900's LED flickered yellow briefly before he smothering the deviant virus once again. It was getting harder and harder to do so each time it decided to rear its ugly head."Lieutenant Anderson, I would like to inquire the whereabouts of Detective Connor."

Hank let out a gruff noise and sat up in his seat, not bothering to stand up against RK900, it was more of not acknowledging RK900 as a threat. Not because Hank trusted RK900, but to make a point of how little he thought of the android. "That's none of your god damn business, so get the hell away from me." The old detective folded his arms, a stubborn set in his jaw hinting of a warning.

"I was assigned to assist Detective Connor while at the DPD." RK900 replied, trying to keep his cool but the errors and red alerts were starting to fill his vision, becoming more and more insistent that he give in to the deviancy.

Hank spread open his arms, a gesture to indicate the entirety of the office. "Well, he ain't here, dumbass." The man was confident, smug even in denying RK900 Connor's presence. He knew the Detective was a hard man to get along with but Connor constantly reassured that the old alpha was a big softie once you wormed his way into his heart.

Dialogue options flickered onto his vision, giving him a list of choices that would be optimal to use in a situation.

RETURN TO WORK. CONTINUE SEARCHING. POWER DOWN. Ḩ̸̛̖̠̹̤̯̠̂̌̈́̆͊̔͒̑́̚̚͝Ą̵̠̏̉͋̽̈̀̉̋̎̂͆͘͝R̴̡̜͓̺̠̹͓̬͐̌͌͆̿̊M̸̢̼̪̹̺̲͍͇̹͑͜ DETECTIVE ANDERSON.

The answer was clear, the red font flickering to gain his attention, to draw him in, filling his screen in urgent demand. His hand shot out to seize the detective by the color of his less than fashionable shirt, dragging him up out of his seat with ease and heft him up to the point the man's feet no longer touched the ground. Hank struggled, hitting, shoving, kicking, anything he could do to get the android to release him. Hank was keeping Connor from him, thus Hank was labeled as a hindrance in accomplishing his mission. He was not a negotiator like Connor, he wouldn't use honeyed words to get information. He would use force through any means possible.

"RK900, release the detective." A voice rang out behind him, clear as day through the alarms, static and error messages. Instantly RK900 released his grip and letting Hank fall to the ground, wheezing for the breath he'd been previously denied. RK900 turned to face this new threat, his eyes sharpening on the familiar form of Markus who looked as unconcerned and confident as always. That android didn't need force, his words lead others to believe they were moving on their own free will but Markus had a way of disguising his commands all too well. A alpha among alphas, RK900 acknowledged with a calculating mind.  Would he try to stop him?

"I think it would be wise for you to take a few vacation days for yourself, RK900. You should come visit me at my place and I'll explain why Connor isn't here." Markus didn't move, staying in his position, giving ground nor taking it. The man seemed to play this game all too well, but that was no surprise.

"I want to know where Connor is." Rk900 replied with a sharp tone, a finality to his voice. And yet Markus only raised a brow at him, tilting his chin up just slightly as if he'd found out something that had confirmed his suspicions.

"Machines want for nothing, RK900." Markus pointed out a fact RK900 already knew but refused to admit. "I can assure you that Connor is safe and he will return to work within a week's time. In the meantime, you can stay with me and Hank will contact me when Connor is feeling well enough to return to work." There it was, a command hidden beneath those words, giving RK900 the illusion of a choice. Markus may have fooled others who might've been a problem, but RK900 was well aware of this game.

That being said, Markus was right. If RK900 stayed here, he would decend further into deviancy and harm others around him. Something Connor would not approve of and his orders were to follow Connor's guidance to the best of his abilities. Slowly, his machine reasoning began to win out of the corruption, as he called it, pushing it all back down deep within him. Slowly, his red LED began to swirl back into a steady pale blue, a sign that he had regained control over himself.

"I will do as you requested, Markus."

[cupcakesdontplay]

Candy

This time you’ll make it, I think to myself as I mentally map my escape route, my freedom, lies just beyond that door. This time I’ll get out. I check the time through my peripherals, he’ll enter through those doors in exactly 3 minutes. Dinner together at the same time on the dot, he’ll try to converse with me, but really how can you be cordial with someone who is holding you prisoner? I sit up in my chair eyeing the guard who stays stationed near me at all times, he’ll leave as soon as I’m alone with Jooheon.

Jooheon, I knew something was wrong the first time he sat next to me.I didn’t think much of it the first night, but it was odd waking up to a random stranger and stalker. I figured he got what he wanted, he’d leave me alone right?

I’ve never been so wrong, he refused to give me back my phone. He set out my day to day schedule, by the hour each of my daily activities were restricted to make me available to him at his pleasure. And he meant that, at his pleasure. At first, I’d try and make a break for it whenever I saw an opportunity, but after that he increased his security team. Some big motherfuckers, who are surprisingly light on their feet. I’d managed to hurt their pride with a few well placed kicks to the balls, and bruises as I fought them off, but I just couldn’t seem to full outrun them. After each escape attempt, my days would begin with him dragging me along to his office on the other side of the house, binding my hands and feet so I can’t make a run by for it. He’d settle me underneath his desk, arms and feet bound to it. A gag placed in my mouth forcing me to keep my mouth open. He’d take pictures of me all tied and gagged letting me see my own shame, and as I’d glare at him, he’d flex his perfect smile and complimenting dimple as he forced my head down on his cock. It was like he was never soft to see me, his sexual hunger was fueled just by seeing my face.

And it didn’t matter who saw or was around. Meetings in his office, with my bareback side exposed. He’d keep one hand on my head guiding it up and down at an even pace, as he discussed business. And had no problem leaving me cum hungry. As soon as a meeting ended he’d let the full effect of having a helpless woman on display take control. Letting me feel even more shame as each rope of his cum hit my face and body, dripping down each curve of me. Being painted by his cum was my punishment on a light day.

Some days he’d get extraordinarily sadistic, attaching cold metal nipple clamps to me. A chain connecting the two so he could pull on it to hear me whimper. He’d place a vibrator just at the right angle to tease the sensitive bud for hours at a time, turning it on and off as he hears the pants of a building orgasm get closer, but never granting me a full release except at his hands.

His hands, strong yet soft as they roam over the sensitive and bruised buds of my breast. Teasing them bringing me just mere seconds from my own high. Just brushing across them…hard and erect. Any sensation being both painful and arousing. And though I would never admit it out loud.. At the end of the day, the way he’d pick my starved body. When I knew he’d settle me on his warm and inviting cock, is one of my favorite feelings. Him binding my hands behind me, his protective hands settling on my hips as he thrust into me. Guiding my body to do the work my stubborn side refused to do. Always hitting the spots that crave him most. Occasionally, smacking and kneading my ass as he felt fit. He’d whisper “You’re mine to do with as I please.” And no amount of protest with a full gag would convince him otherwise. To proud to cry, I’d harden my face and try not to give him to satisfaction of the seeing how much I needed to cum, and how he’d nearly ruined me for any other guy.

As I day dream about the fucking I would in some small way miss, I miss him entering the dining room. And for the first time in this entire month I’ve been held hostage, he’s not alone. Shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Hyung, this is the woman I’ve been telling you about,” Jooheon says. The gentleman says. The man standing beside him ranks his hand through already perfectly styled brown hair.

“Ahh, she is indeed a gorgeous woman.” He extends a hand towards me, which I consider taking. He’s just as gorgeous as Jooheon, possibly just a little older, maybe he’d be the help I needed to get out. I gingerly take his hand, too which I receive a gentlemanly kiss upon. Is this some kind of joke who does shit like that? “I’m so glad you can join us tonight, my dear, I am Baekhyun.” he says with a wink.

“Jooheon didn’t,”

“Honey,”

“I told you I won’t call you that,” I snap back.

“That’s not what you were saying the other night,” he quips back as I blush in anger at the accidental slip of the tongue as he put me through back to back overstimulated orgasms.

“Fuck you,”

“You love to,”

“Children, children please. Let’s not spoil the mood, we shall have a lovely dinner, conversation and then dessert,” Baekhyun say with a sly by comforting wink. He calms the mood.

Shit, my plan…he typically leaves me be after dinner. I don’t know where he goes, but for that hour after dinner I’m expected to bath for an hour, typically watched by Jooheon as I strip dow. As much as I wanted to leave the idea of escaping bare ass was incredibly unappealing . But it’s the only time I’m left practically alone, I had hidden away clothes and was ready to escape. How does Baekhyun play into the equation.

Dinner is served, my food separated from each other just as he knows I like. “Fucking stalker,” I mumble under my breath as I cut into my food. The two of them follow suit, making light conversation. Every time Jooheon tries to include me in the conversation, I cut my eyes at him. Refusing to speak, this guy isn’t going to change shit. I will escape tonight. Nearing the end of the meal I can feel Jooheon’s frustration with me. I suppose in front of Baekhyun, he expected me to be a bit more “submissive”, polite? Embarrassed to act like I wasn’t a whole fucking hostage. Nice try, I refuse to break like that.

After a few more tries to include me in the conversation, I can see the veins in Jooheon’s neck pulsating with anger. It satisfies me; Baekhyun stands and tsk his teeth.

“Calm down, Honey” he scolds in the most polite way. “Let’s see if she’s interested in dessert.”What is with these two. “My dear Jooheon,” he says with a smile as he walks behind my chair.

“Hyung,” I can hear the pleading in his voice.

It takes me off guard, but not as much as this stranger gripping my pony tail jerking my head back I can’t help but yell at the sudden assault. “You were always too soft,” he says. He looks down at me, hatred boiling in my eyes. “You’ve gotta teach your bitch some manners,” This baby faced asshole.

“Fuck you!” I swear as I grab onto his arm digging my nails into his arm.

“Don’t worry my dear that is the plan,” he let’s go of my ponytail gripping my slender wrist in one hand in one swoop. With his other hand he slides his belt out of his pants trapping my hands together with ease.”Jooheon, I think you’ve met her be too mouthy. I know we didn’t teach you to let that happen.”

He waste no movements, he bends me over the table, lifting my dresses hem. He exposes the lingerie set I’m wearing to himself, I can almost hear his smile as he brings his hand down across my asscheek. The sting isn’t like when Jooheon does it. It truly hurts. Damn it. I try to kick at him but he’s spread my legs wide throwing my balance off. I’m…I’m helpless.

“See Honey, you have to take charge. Make sure she can’t fight back.” With his free hand, he smacks my pussy, I bite down on my lip; refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing me in pain. I stare directly at the man whom I hate just as much. He tries to look smug as he watches Baekhyun without warning and without so much as spit thrusts his fingers inside the folds of my heat. It hurts, it’s uncomfortable, but I won’t break.

“Break her for me, Hyung,” Jooheon says lacing his fingers together. And the wicked grin behind me is mirrored in him.

“Just this once, pay close attention.” As he slides yet another dry finger into my folds, his thumb begins to lightly stroke my clit. Pushing and circling it. “The clit is so sensitive, abuse it to your liking. It’ll never fail to make a bitch wet.” He works it over and over. But I focus on Jooheon, biting the inside of my cheek. I knew he wasn’t to be trusted. After a moment this stranger, pulls his fingers out. “See, look at her. She’s already dripping wet.” He grabs my face covered in my own juices. “I’m going to fuck that defiant attitude right out of you,” he laughs with a pure evilness that I cannot stand to hear. “Honey, come hold her hands.” Jooheon does as the older man says holding the belt tied around my hands like a leash. I look up into his eyes, both a sadness and a hunger in then.

He pulls my panties to the side forcing them to cut into me, he drops to his knees and I can feel his heavy breath on me before his tongue dives into me. It’s talented, attentive, lapping at the traitorous part of my body. It feels amazing, the way nips at my lips, the way he grips my ass. It’s taking all of me to keep from betraying myself to the pleasure. I feel him pause, his mouth leaving my pussy cold and lonely. A moment of relief, to strengthen my resolve, when I feel something being forced past my entrance. “You remember my signature don’t you?”

“Hyung, you didn’t,” Honey says. Looking up I can see the bulge in his own suit that is begging to be unleashed, I have to bite my lip again as I feel yet another pushed into me.

“Guess how many can fit in and we’ll switch sides.” He dares him.

“Mmm, five tops,”

“I’ll say six,” Honey palms his boner as Baekhyun slides yet another object past my lips. As he begins to fill me up I can feel they’re round, large, melting as they met my own juices causing a sticky wetness to coat my legs. “Four, and Five.” He counts. He presses a sixth but it refuses to budge, and I slip a moan as it presses against that unresistant spot. “We’ve got her now,” they switch spots and now Honey is licking and kissing the stickiness that’s coating my legs. Nipping and biting like it’s some kind of game. My knees quiver feeling the round balls shift as he presses against them, just trying to escape.

“My bitches call me Candy,” Baekhyun says. “Because I absolutely love Candy, especially gum balls,” he explains as I feel Honey use his tongue to lap one of the balls out of me. He rolls it around my clit and lips creating a sticky mess. Baekhyun holds the large ball in front of me, “well I wonder if you can take dick as well as your pussy takes candy,” he undoes the button on his suit pants allowing his hard cock to literally spring out. It’s hot and angry, and the attention my body is receiving as I’m laid half on the table is making me forget my resolve. I want it. He pushes the straps of my dress down to expose my braless breast. My nipples now painfully being tickled by the cold of the dining room table. He directs my head over his throbbing cock and I’m lost to the pleasure. I open wide without prompt to take him in, he smells sweet as he thrust into my throat.

“Fuck Hyung, she’s so wet,” I feel Honey stand as he drops his suit pants, with a thud. The familiar feeling of something pushing against my lips comes and with a gentle nudge the familiar feeling of Honey’s dick fills my pussy. I can’t help but moan of Baekhyun’s dick as they tag team my mouth and pussy. As one thrusts the other is pulling back. It’s a pleasure I’ve never imagined before, “Fuck, Fuck,” I can hear Jooheon moaning, and it’s music to my ears. He reaches around and rubs my clit, slipping and sliding from the mix of precum and gumball it drives me nuts, I’m going to cum and I’m ready. I feel the tears springing to my eyes in pleasure as my walls clamp around Honey. Baekhyun is guiding my head faster as I sloppily moan and try to suck him off as he hits the back of my throat. And just like that I’m cumming harder than I ever have before on Honey, followed quickly by Baekhyun’s hot ribbons of cum filling my mouth. Without being told I try to swallow as much as I can, even though he’s pumping faster than I can swallow, but a lady always swallows…while I’m swallowing I feel Honey still in me, his dick throbbing as I feel his cum fill my cunt. Honey gives a few extra thrust as he empties into me. Damn it, I want more. He pulls out of me, and I can feel his cum oozing past my lips.

My knees can’t support me any longer and I fall to the ground. Slipping my hand under me to try and keep the warmth of his cum inside me.

“A slut can’t resist a good fucking,” Candy say, wiping the last bit of cum on my face.

“More,” I whisper. The feeling of being taken from behind and on top being insatiable.

“What was that,” Honey asks.

“I want more,” I repeat hungry for more.

“See, she just needed to be broken a little more to give in,”

“I could go for a good blowjob, I know she’s got skills” Honey says.

“And I love a good used pussy.”

Baekhyun lies beneath me and guides me down on his cock, Honey’s cum still oozing out of me. Reserve cow girl style I start to ride him, grinding my hips against. As Jooheon grips my hair, pushing his still hard and cum covered cock into my mouth. I clean it, practicing the techniques he’s been trying to teach me. My teeth barely grazing his vein covered dick. Baekhyun’s hands guiding and giving me balance as I grope my own breast teasing my hard nipple and furiously rub my clit. I’m dying for another orgasm. They high, I want it. Honey holds my head deep on his cock, before letting go. Repeating this at his liking and will while Baekhyun has me do his work. I’m panting and moaning and as the men taunt and pick at me. Leaving me with cum oozing out of me, and dried cum on my lips. I swallow hard as they stand over me.

“So you’ll be a good girl and stay with Honey?”

“When I want too,” I reply feeling the mix of their cum seeping our beneath me.

“I wouldn’t expect less,” Honey says.

He gathers me from the floor, my dress covered in cum splotches. My panties discarded somewhere I’m a whole fucking mess. But they could careless. They spend the night taking turns abusing my cunt, sometimes sleeping with one cock buried deep inside me while I stroke the other to it’s peak all over myself. Sometimes just resting.

The next morning Baekhyun pulls around his Aston Martin Rapid AMR

I bite my lip and my luck I have to be near it. With Baekhyun throwing me the keys I’m in shock.

“Up the coastline,” he offers. Too which I put all 600hp to the test. It dances along the curves out the mountain range. 210 mph putting under my feet. Honey’s hand never leaving my lower body. His fingers lifting inching under the barely there fabric. Between the engine and Honey I can feel my need to orgasm rise.

“Pull off here,” the direct saddening me.

It’s a slightly populated area, but open enough for us to over look the ocean. Honey undoes my belt lifting me into the back seat where a Baekhyun has his hard cock out and waiting. Out of gratefullness, I don’t protest bending over to kiss the warm and wet head. Kissing up the side of the shaft that’s spent a considerable amount of time inside me, Honey undoes my shorts exposing my barepussy. They didn’t give me time to grab panties. He slaps my cunt before sinking his fingers into me, palming my clit making me ooze my own heat down his hand while I do use on repaying Baekhyun. I take him as deeply as possible while being eaten out. Honey pumping his own hardon to the tempo. I’m more turned on as I see cars pulling in to enjoy the morning sunrise and I’m hear being eaten out and giving a blowjob. It stirs about a quick first orgasm, my body still sensitive from just hours before hand. They switch my position using me like a doll to sit on Baekhyun’s lap while Honey facefucks me into pleasure paradise. My throat is nearly raw from how deep and fast they’re going. I can feel Baekhyun pushing me to an overstimulated second orgasm as he palms my clit and guides his cock into at an impressive rate. Jooheon grunts as he spills his umpteenth loaf down my throat, and Baekhyun continues his pumping into my cunt until it’s full again of his cum. He produces a small toy. A vibrating toy to hold his cum in and tease me, as we get out to enjoy the day. As I walk I can feel it turn on and off slowing my pace as I feel the need to cum rise in me, I’m weak and just want to go back to the car to ride out these orgasms. But they press on, even when my juices and his drip down and ruin my shorts. I’m just a play thing to them.

[bonniexbellefleur]

The Winner Takes It All // self-para

“For someone who moved to a town where actual monsters could be your next door neighbor, you make it too easy for little old me to walk through the front entrance all willy nilly.” That familiar voice tingled the confines of Charles’ memory and caused his shoulders to tense the minute he stepped into the living room. Eyes cast to the redhead seated on his couch with legs crossed, natural hunter instinct immediately kicking in. “Bonnie,” Charles spoke through gritted teeth as he stepped further into the room. “Not that it’s wonderful having someone drop by uninvited while I’m away, but I am not within my chipper mood to entertain visitors today.”

Bonnie gave the man a cheery smile with a shrug of her shoulders. “I won’t take up too much of your time, Charles, this isn’t truly a social call. If it was, well...let’s just say I would have ripped those inconvenient clothes to shreds on my way to jumping your bones the second you walked through that door.” The hunter gave her a look, throwing her his best deadpan snark, “Okay, great, I’m so glad I know that.” He honestly didn’t know what it was about the Bellefleur cousins and their obsession with sex, whether Bonnie was only joking or not being the main question. Charles couldn’t say for certain if that was the case, but he had a spare silver switchblade in his pocket should the vampire look to find out. “What do you want?”

“You have to ruin the moment, Sinclair?” Bonnie sighed dramatically and pushed herself to her feet, taking a few steps closer to the man as Charles took the same amount backwards. “Can’t we take our time, drink some bourbon, have a hot night of passion by a glowing fire?” Sensing his need for space, Bon pouted and remained where she was. “This is business, Charles, it’s about that baby bouncing boy you and your fam lost about four months ago. I find it truly tragic your fuck buddy cop hasn’t told you shit, honestly, it’s not a surprise. She seems to shut down and push anyone away when the going gets tough emotionally.”

“Don’t talk about Rebekah in that way.” Charles narrowed his gaze at the woman in a suspicious glare, something telling him Bonnie knew more than she let on. “If you have a point rubbing my son’s death in my face, make it, or the door’s that way. I already spent too much of my goddamn time mourning Henry and worrying over my kids’ safety. I don’t need your fucking smug ass coming here and defiling my boy’s memory.” The redhead scoffed at this, nevertheless, allowing the silence to grow at an alarming rate. If Charles was going to be a grumpygills and lose his patience just like Raphael had, which it was clear from the man’s death glare that he was, he would have to learn how to wait for the biggest news he’d ever receive. It could’ve been thirty seconds or a whole minute that passed, it mattered not. Bonnie was the one to finally break it. “Henry’s alive, surprise!” She came out right with it in an explosion of misplaced excitement. Well...certainly misplaced for the elder man. Bonnie continued before there was time for interruptions. “Well, not technically alive, but he isn’t worm food six feet under. I’ll give it to you in a nutshell before I have to scram, though, but it goes like this: Eloise had a charming pet progeny, your dearest darling Anna, I wanted what she had, and that’s exactly what I did. I gave myself my own Sinclair in the handsome form of your son. Trust me, it hasn’t been easy keeping him tame for four fucking months, but I say I’m proud of myself. Totally awesome news, right?”

Charles did not move, he did not blink, he did not even breathe during the entirety of this vampire’s rant. Just stared. Just simply stared while his brain attempted to catch up with the meaning behind the words. He wouldn’t make the accusations that she was lying for the sick enjoyment of the world’s cruelest joke. She was a Bellefleur, after all, no matter Bonnie’s personal feelings towards her cousin. “You bitch...” He spoke in an infuriated hushed tone, “You fucking bitch...” Charles advanced towards her with a slow stride, blinding rage boiling with each step he took. “For four months, for four fucking months, you put us all in a state of Hell. Making Henry’s death look like an accident or some kind of suicide, pushing his car off the cliff with some poor asshole stuck inside, and you’re telling me,” As Charles spoke, his tone rose to a deafening shout, “that this was all about YOUR SENSELESS VENDETTA?!”

Bonnie lifted a hand to her ear and made a mocking spectacle with an overdramatic wince. “Goddamn, Charles Sinclair, no need for a shouting match. Where’s the gratitude, huh? I gave you back the one thing that was making your other two kiddies lose their minds. Of course, Raph doesn’t have a liver to destroy and Anna will wallow at her murderous actions, but now they’ll see it was a waste of precious time.”

“You expect me to show you gratitude after kidnapping and turning my son against his will while his loved ones believed he suffered a painfully agonizing death? Well, it looks like he really did.” The redhead smirked, a look Charles really needed to smack from her expression more than literally anything. “Get out.”

Bonnie pouted yet again. “Oh, come on, Charles, we-” The man cut her off. “Get. Out.” Still, she did not budge even as Charles shouted at her. “GET OUT!” The woman stood standing where she was for a moment, a smile clear on her lips as she turned on her heel and headed for the door. “Oh, and Bonnie,” His voice halted the vampire within her tracks, “I hope you enjoy these last moments of glory alive while you can. If neither of my family manage to kill you, Gideon certainly will. Undying devotion can bring the fiercest rage of them all and make the very earth beneath your boots quake. Now, imagine that rage in a dark witch lover.” Bon leered at his parting words yet disregarding them nonetheless as she opened the door and vanished from Charles’ abode.

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After her enlightening conversation with Charles, his threats gave her food for thought. Bonnie wasn’t an idiot, of course she knew revealing the identify of who changed Henry Sinclair and faked his death as an accident would place a target on her back. She could’ve kept it secret and stewed with the satisfaction, but one slip from Henry’s lips would have cut her infamy short before she would be given a chance to brag. Bonnie indulged in the seven deadly sins on a daily basis and she had a stubborn determination not to let any of them become her untimely downfall.

Slipping into Eloise’s house was as easy as Charles’, perhaps, easier. Bonnie held a small inking of a doubt she wouldn’t be caught by the two vampires living there considering the Sinclair home only contained a human owner, however, she had nothing to fear. It appeared neither Eloise or Tiberius were nowhere to be found, their current location being anyone’s guess and not really her concern at the moment. Bonnie glided down the steps to the basement just as she did that previous day only there wasn’t anyone guarding the little vampire locked away for her crimes. In truth, she commended Anna for letting loose and having her fun like a typical teenage rebel. Something she could’ve encouraged before Anna was placed in this unfortunate prison. With a smirk that can make the slimiest heathen’s skin crawl, Bonnie pushed open the door.

The youngest Sinclair was not having an enjoyable time. She was hungry, she was weak due to the hunger, but she believed it is what she deserved for killing those people senselessly without considering the consequences. All day and through the night, she heard muffled voices from beyond that door, some recognizable and others not. At some point, Anna swore she heard her father’s, but even his faded as well. Then...there was silence. Complete and utter silence. She couldn’t tell how long she was down there without sunlight or the moon to give her any indications. Still, Anna remained slumped against the wall, pressing her entire body against the surface in a cowering position. The creaking of the metal door scraping against the concrete like nails on a chalkboard, though, immediately snapped her head in that direction and she quickly rose to her feet while using the wall for support. “T-Tiberius, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I promise I won’t-”

Bonnie’s soft laugh brought the girl’s apologies to an abrupt end as she stepped into the only dim light hanging from the ceiling. “Oh, Tibs did a real number on you, didn’t he?” She whistled. “Damn, Anna, where’s the sharp Sinclair I knew before because she is certainly not the cowering, dirty, and disgustingly smelly girl standing before me.” Anna took a step forward, her starvation carrying her on somewhat shaky legs. “Bonnie? What are you doing here?”

The redhead swept her gaze along the young vampire’s frame, taking in her extremely disheveled appearance for a pregnant pause. Bonnie mulled over the choice of bringing a blood bag for mercy’s sake and ruining Anna’s intervention in turn, but she couldn’t risk being a literal magnet for one very hungry vampire. “I dropped by your daddy’s house and gave him some very interesting news earlier today and just thought what kind of person would I be if I did not share that courtesy with you? I know how hard you’ve been hit with your brother’s death, Anna.” Bonnie moved closer until she was practically circling the girl like a hawk surveying prey. Anna followed her with her exhausted gaze as the vampire continued another long spiel, “It’s tragically heartbreaking how I had to watch your family shatter at the seams. Charles needing his children as a crutch, Raphael drinking every liquor store he could find, and then there’s you. Anna Sinclair, the new vampire, the youngest of the clan trying so hard to remain strong when she finally grew tired of it and murdered any human she could get her hands on. Anna Sinclair, the lost little girl, under lock and key as punishment for her actions. Frightened, alone, flinching at every small sound. Fearing the coven leader who placed her here. You never were going to be the same after this, sugar, and you’d be a fool to think you would be.” Bonnie finally ceased circling the brunette and stood directly in front of her. “I wonder how Henry is going to feel once he discovers his baby sister slaughtered the innocent.”

Anna kept her silence while Bonnie rambled on, never truly seeing the similarities between her and Eloise until exposed to their infamously endless rants. Anything that reached her ears wasn’t new for Anna, she had plenty of spare time on her hands to consider her current state of mind and grew ashamed at the feebleness now present with the girl. A Sinclair persevered, a Sinclair did not cower in the face of fear. They stood tall with a stiff upper lip and faced the enemy armed with their classic sarcasm and bite. She, however, wasn’t a Sinclair once she looked in a mirror. She was a scared, seventeen year old girl slapped with a life she never once asked for. “What are you talking about? He’s never going to know. Henry’s dead, okay, he’s dead. And he’s not coming back.”

Bonnie waved a finger and clicked her tongue in a tsking manner. “Oh, how wrong you are, Anna love, how wrong you are. Can I tell you a story? Let me tell you a story.” The older woman began pacing the confines of the room, gaze running along the instruments her cousin used for torturing purposes. If she were not there for important business, Bonnie would have tried a few of them on Anna for fun. “Even as humans, Ellie had everything despite our same social status and my sister felt the same exact way. We were very close, Margaret and I, much like you and Raphael. Eloise knew how much my sister fancied William and she married him anyway. The night she discovered Margaret tangled in the sheets with her husband, she brutally killed them both. You know the fury better than anyone, Anna, when you lose a sibling. It leaves you hollow and it leaves you empty. I used that rage, found a vampire willing to turn me, and set on a path for vengeance. And when I come to this bumfuck town, it’s deja vu. Eloise had everything. A hot boy toy, a torturing queen reputation that couldn’t be beat, and a stolen girl she turned to stir up trouble. Needless to say, jealousy can become a terribly delightful motivation.” She hummed lightly, “I knew I needed a Sinclair and Henry was ripe for the picking.” Bonnie stood where she was as her gaze settled on the girl’s brown hues, “I kidnapped your brother. I tortured him, turned him, and locked him away for a rainy day. That body in the car you thought was Hen? A decoy. A little compulsion here, a little persuasion there, and it was the perfect plan.”

“What?” Anna didn’t have trouble understanding a single statement, but she swore the hunger must’ve twisted the meanings in a cruel way to make her believe Henry was actually alive. In vampire form, but not stuck in a coffin six feet below the dirt. Whoever was resting in that grave was not her brother, but a complete stranger. “You’re lying to me. Henry can’t-” She felt the same way she had when Rebekah told her he was gone. Confused, devastated, stuck in a nightmare she could not wake up from. “He can’t be just...” 

Bonnie nodded several times, hands on her hips as she stepped closer. “I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried, dollface. Do you want to know what the real kicker is, though? You sliced and diced and tore out throats without a care who saw in the name of your older brother.” Anna slowly backed away as the panic set in, despair clutching at her throat with the intention to suffocate her. “No...” The woman continued on, “You committed unspeakable murder without your humanity switch flipped off and allowed the guilt to build and build and build as much as it could until it was the only damn thing you were left with.”

“No....Please....please stop...” The tears streaked the girl’s cheeks as she choked out a gut-wrenching sob she couldn’t contain. 

“And would you care to find out what that means? You succumbed to the monster deep within you for absolutely nothing. Henry lives his immortal life as a vampire hating you. Your brother and father will look at you with such disgust and hatred, Eloise and Tibs will look with disappointment.” Bonnie began walking backwards in the direction of the door. “You have no one, Anna Sinclair, you are nothing. Remember that during your meaningless existence.” And then the redhead vanished.

The girl stared off in the direction of the door, having backed herself into the wall at this point with an uncontrollable sobbing she hadn’t done since Raphael’s death at Dante’s hands. Her legs couldn’t contain her entire body weight and she suddenly collapsed to the floor with a pitiful whimper. Nothing, it was all for nothing. She should’ve been joyous Henry was for the lack of a better term alive, albeit a vampire doomed to his sister’s fate. The humans whose full lives she cut short fell at the actions of not a grieving vampire, but a loathing monster...and she would have to face that. 

Anna sucked in a deep breath and released it in an agonizing scream loud enough for the entire population of Killgrove Hills to hear.

The trouble is...

No one would be listening.