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Sharing is Caring[2: Meanracha]

˚ʚMeanRacha x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: After that night with 3Racha, you agreed to become involved with all 8 men. So what happens when Jisung’s loud ass accidentally tells the rest of the members, and meanracha takes to bullying their leader?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 7.2k (im sorry)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: *inhales* pwp, fem! Reader, ot8✗reader mentions, smut is reader✗MeanRacha(Jeongin, Seungmin, Minho), 4some, free use mentions, reader is referred to as: ‘kitty, pup, and baby’, unprotected sex, rough sex, dp in one hole, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, subspace, big dick!jeongin, name calling (slut, whore, 1 bitch), spanks/slaps (ass, pvssy, & like 1 face), dirty talk, overstim, aftercare kinda mentioned, i THINK thats it?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: for some reason the sfw parts of this was sooo hard for me to write LMAO but anyways… only 2 more of the bois left :3 part 3 is HyunLix✗reader! I think i'm going to make it softer/not nearly as rough as this i hope u like it i kinda hate it

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After that Friday night’s events, you constantly found yourself in situations where one of the producers pulled you aside to have their way with you. In fact, for the first 2 weeks after the fact, there were only a handful of days where you weren’t filled to the brim by at least one of the men. And, in their defense, it was part of the agreement you guys ended up creating! Why wouldn’t they take advantage of you allowing their hands on you and their dicks in you at essentially any time they wanted.

It was now three and a half weeks after the fact, and the boys were cooling down after practicing for a themed choreography video. While Chan and Minho left the room to get water for everyone, the others laid scattered around the room. The only sounds that circuited the room were calming breathing sounds and the quiet side chatter among a few members. Then all of a sudden, a loud groan was heard from Jisung followed by a whiny and (not so) quiet, “Fuck.. Where is (y/n) at? I need her so badly right now...”

Jeongin’s ears perked up and he stared into the older man as if he sprouted a tail. “Hyung.. What?” He asked, looking around at the others to see if he was going crazy or if he actually just heard something he shouldn’t have. Some of the others shared the same expression, but when his eyes flickered to Changbin he was instead met with wide eyes and a very poor attempt at hiding a smile.

“Yah! Han-ah???” he shouted, shaking his finger at the boy as he does when he wants to ‘discipline’ somebody.

“W-What?... Oh shit- SORRY!” was the only reply before the two burst out into laughter. The others darted their eyes between the two, occasionally exchanging confused looks with each other until their laughing fit eventually died down. Seungmin was the first to speak up, a frown evident from the outrage of hearing his crush get spoken about so vulgarly. “Care to explain yourselves?”

Before they had time to respond, the door to the practice room was thrown open and the devil herself walked in with the 2 oldest members. A huge smile was on your face while they carried bags of food you had bought for them. “Dinners here, losers!”

About an hour passes and most of the boys had forgotten what happened in favor of stuffing their faces. Well, most of the boys. The 2 youngest members watched as Jisung’s hands would linger on your thighs for too long, sometimes even trailing up your inner thigh. They also watched you giggle and grab his hand, but not push it away, then whisper something into his ear that would cause him to blush and grin like a cheshire cat.

The two boys were more than confused, but Jeongin didn’t want to make a scene so he chose to stay quiet and ask about it later. Seungmin on the other hand.. made his frustrations known. To everybody. With a very loud and sudden, “Yah, Hyung. What do you think you’re doing.” He didn’t mean for it to come out as menacing as it did, but he was secretly thankful that he did when Han’s hands were speedily removed from your body.

It was quiet for a moment and he honestly felt bad for bringing everybody's attention to Jisung like this, but seeing his crush get felt up by one of his closest friends isn’t exactly a nice sight to behold. Jisung choked on his spit and stuttered in his spot next to you, looking to you and the eldest to help him out.

“What’s wrong Seungminnie?” You tilted your head at the boy and smiled. You knew what was wrong but you didn’t want to air everything out all at once if he wasn’t going to be bold in front of the others about what he saw.

“...Are you two dating or something..? Why were his hands all over you..” The anger had faded into sadness, it was so obviously evident in his eyes and the way he sadly pouted at you. You felt your chest pang and you looked between the 3 boys you were involved with, staring silently for a moment before turning back to the other boys and sighing.

“Well.. no but yes?” Loud ‘HUH?!?’”s were heard from a few of them, and you would have laughed had it not been paired with despaired faces. “Ok ok, let me finish! No because we aren’t officially together but yes because we are all…. involved? with each other and the plan was to maybe date eventually..”

“We?” Hyunjin’s voice came immediately after you finished and you nodded curtly as Jisung spoke up again.

“Um.. ‘We’ as in me, Changbin, and Channie.. BUT!! Before you guys get upset, we wanted you guys to join us before we make anything official. Hence the ‘yes but no’ answer.”

Felix’s ears perk up and he stares wide-eyed at the boy, “So that’s what you meant by that ‘poly relationship’ question last week.”

Both your and Chan’s necks snapped to Jisung, watching as the boy laughed it off and held his hands up at the two of you in defense. “Hey! I just wanted to see what they would say and how open they were to it.. AND I’ll have you know!” He started before turning to you and holding eye contact as he pointed his finger at each boy, “They ALL agreed they wouldn’t mind sharing you if it was with the rest of us.”

The oldest rolled his eyes before mumbling, “You have such a big mouth, Hannie… Don’t make me stuff it full again.” Han chokes on his spit and crosses his arms, silently leaning back into the couch with a pout.

Surprised faces scattered across everybody but the 3 of you at the last comment. A “Huh??” was heard from somebody before he continued with a teasing yet petty attitude, “Since we’re apparently putting everything out there, why not bring that up too?”

“Woah woah woah… Can one of you please explain what the hell is going on!?”

Changbin sighed loudly then finally chimed in. “Moral of the story is: Channie-hyung here has been fucking our little Bunny for the last few months behind our backs. Me and Jisung walked in on them a few weeks ago and we’ve been fucking her now too.” He let the words hang in the air and he watched their expressions. He was about to continue talking when Felix spoke, “....Okay… well that answers that question, but I think it created so many more..”

Then you spoke up, “I’ll answer any questions you have, but before any of you say anything I want to make some things clear.” You waited for each of the boys' agreements before taking a deep breath. “First things first, I love all of you guys and knowing that you feel the same is an insane feeling. Next, after they walked in on us, we four came to the agreement that we would be friends with benefits until we could get all of you aware of what’s going on and get roles figured out for a relationship.. if a relationship was even on the table.”

You paused for a few seconds, letting that sink in before continuing, “Now that that’s out there, I want to date you. All of you. If you’re okay with it of course. I had this same talk with those two idiots that I can end this fuck-buddy agreement the second that somebody disagrees. You guys mean the world to me and I won’t let some good dick ruin what we have now.”

Chris has a cocky smile on his face as nods at the boys. “I know it’s sudden, we wanted to plan this out and tell you guys one by one but that’s not really an option anymore.” He says with a glare to Han, who gives an apologetic smile back but continues to sit silently otherwise. “You guys don’t have to answer us right away, take as much time as you want. We can put things on pause to make you guys feel more comfortable, if you want.”

Jisung makes a whining noise and the few who spare a glance at him notice the frown and pleading eyes he gives Chan. Changbin’s hand smacks the back of Han’s head, making the younger yelp before he starts complaining.

Hyunjin is the first to break the silence after that, “So… we’d all be dating?” Chris, already having this talk with you, answers for you. “It doesn’t have to be that way unless you guys want it to be. The basis of it would be her dating all of us at the same time. Everything else would be like our normal day to day experiences with her, but now we can love on her and do ‘couple’ things with her and vice versa. You guys just have to be 100% percent ok with sharing.”

With a few shared looks among the boys sitting on the floor, they silently agreed to come to an agreement now. They all trusted each other enough to not be afraid of judgment regardless of their answer. And how could they disagree… it’s totally not like they haven’t fantasized and spoken about this with each other countless times.

Before he gets the chance to speak, Felix’s wide smile gives away his answer, but it doesn’t help you not be star struck when he says he wants in. After that, it was a domino effect. One by one the boys vocalized their answers, and to your utmost surprise: they were all yes’s. Han grins widely when the final member gives his ‘yes’. “Okay! Now that that’s settled, let’s talk about fun stuff!”

“Fun…?”

The whole group watches as a smirk takes over his features, and you can only roll your eyes. “Sexy stuff~”

“O-kay… How about we talk about boundaries and all that BEFORE we get to the sex stuff..”

Later that day, Chris gave the rest of the boys the same rundown from last time. And just like that, everybody went on with their lives, almost like before. Almost. Now, the boys were MUCH bolder with you. Lingering hands all over you and more intimate cuddle sessions were now a norm, even in front of each other. 3racha was no longer forced to hide their intentions with you, and Jisung specifically was now unashamedly vocal when he was horny.

Then, a few more weeks had passed. At this point, every member had experienced sex with you multiple times. They all decided their first few times with you to be 1 on 1. It gave everybody the chance to learn your body and vice versa, and it gave them time to discuss fantasies and kinks with you more in depth!

Recently, a certain silver bracelet came in the mail. One with each of their initials engraved into the shiny metal plate. It was one they all chipped in to buy so that you had a form of nonverbal consent between them. You took a picture to send to the group chat instead of making them wait to see it in person, but you ended up sending it to just Chris to have him share with the rest. And, of course, some of the brats had to tease about it.

Chris huffed from his office chair while Han and Changbin laughed from the couch, them both having watched the texts unfold from where they sat. He rolls his eyes at the other co-producers and he sends you screenshots of the chat before returning to his work.

And this is how your current situation is caused. You're in the Cat Dorm with Jeongin, Minho, and Seungmin. Felix had just walked out on the basis of going to dinner with one of the other boys. Part of you wishes he hadn’t because the second the door shut behind him, teasing pokes were being thrown towards you relating to ‘Chan trying to keep you to himself.’ The boys made it clear they weren’t actually mad about it anymore, but they couldn’t slip up an opportunity to get under your skin.

You’re suddenly snapped back to reality at the sound of Seungmin’s voice, “I’m just saying! He could’ve said something the second he found out how we felt and this all could have happened much earlier.”

“I think Channie-hyung just liked having her all to himself.” Minho teased, smirking to himself when you rolled your eyes. “And if we’re pointing fingers, our pretty kitty here was also oblivious to all of our feelings. She even said herself how clear it was.” You crossed your arms at the implication and looked to Jeongin for assistance. But instead you were met with a smug smirk and a shrug as he shoveled chips into his mouth like he was watching his favorite movie.

If they wanted to play like that, then you would too. “You guys are just mad he had the balls to make a move first. Even now, after all the times we talked about it, the rest of you STILL barely make any moves outside of PDA. Not my fault you guys are a bunch of wussies.” Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows at you while Jeongin let out a surprised laugh, and when you turned back to Minho. He all but raised his eyebrows at you. The final straw for them was when you stuck your tongue out at them and sent a middle finger each of their ways, grinning to yourself in victory.

Minho’s eyes flickered to your wrist, your shiny silver bracelet sitting nicely against your skin. A shiver is sent through you when his eyes meet yours again. Well.. maybe not a complete victory.

“You know what, since you want to be a smartass. My room. Now.” Your eyes widened, taken off guard by how suddenly he switched up. He smirked internally as he watched you blink rapidly at him, but kept up a serious face. When you stood there for too long he spoke up again, “Oh, I’m sorry. Would you rather me fuck you against the dirty kitchen floor.” When you shook your head, he grabbed your decorated wrist. He pulled it closer to his face to relish its beauty and its meaning, but also for the younger boys to see clearly what he was getting at. “Hmmm. But I don’t think I stuttered. Did you guys hear me stutter?”

A curt “Nope.” was heard from Seungmin and Jeongin said he “Heard you loud and clear, hyung.”

“That’s what I thought… So, would you care to explain why you are not naked on my bed right now?” You muttered a quiet apology before pulling away from the man and speed walking to the room. Jeongin watched as the two older men stalked after you before disappearing behind you into the room, and his chips were quickly forgotten as he stumbled after them.

You situated yourself in the middle of the bed with your legs folded under your ass and your heart pounding in your ears. The three men stood in front of you, Minho’s head tilted with a shit eating grin on his face as the other looked you up and down like they wanted to eat you alive. Memories from that very first Friday's events suddenly flooded in and you could almost laugh at the situation repeating itself. Talk about deja vu.

Seungmin was the first to speak up as he slowly walked towards you, “Last call, puppy. You okay with this?” When you silently nodded he narrowed his eyes at you and moved his fingers to pinch your cheek, “Words.”

“Yes! Yes, it’s okay..”

The second the words left your mouth, the boys behind him started undressing themselves. You got to enjoy the view for only a few seconds before Seungmin was pulling the oversized sweater above your head. Once it was completely off you heard the boys groan at the sight of you in just your underwear, and you couldn't help but giggle at their reaction. The now naked Minho took a seat at the foot of the bed as Jeongin stood in his spot and stared at you, biting his lips as he palmed himself through his underwear.

Seungmin hurriedly rid you of the thin pieces of cloth and ran a finger over your nipple. You sighed at the feeling before moaning painfully when he pinched and lightly pulled at it. “Undress me.” You looked up at him with wide eyes before rising to your feet on shaky legs. Your hands pulled the hem of his shirt up and over his head and then you sank to your knees. He watched silently and looked down at you with lidded eyes as you grabbed both elastic bands of his bottoms.

You bite your lip in order to hide a smirk and before he can ask what you are doing your hand pulls the elastic of his underwear back and lets go. The sound of it hitting his skin startled him more than the pain hurt, but that didn’t stop him from jumping and letting out a surprised noise. Before you have any more time to laugh, a hand shoots into your hair. It grabs a tight handful and positions your head to look up at him, then his other hand comes down against your cheek. “You think you’re fucking funny? I think you forget that I’m the worst out of everybody. Don’t make me break you, pup.”

The reminder had your pussy dripping but you nodded as best as you could, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah sure you are. Now get on with it.” When his hand stood its ground in your hair, you pushed his bottoms as far down as you could reach and watched as he kicked them away. Your eyes followed his length, from this distance your tongue could almost reach the tip. You wanted nothing more than to have him down your throat and saliva started to pool in your mouth in excitement. Your eyes met his as they softened, it reminded you that you were the one really in control here. “You remember what to do if it’s too much?”

When you nodded and repeated back your safeword along with a ‘tap 3 times if I can’t speak’ he smiled and his demeanor returned to the previous. “Good girl… Now, you’re gonna suck my cock while Jeongin fingers that pretty pussy.” You nodded eagerly and the grip on your head led you closer to his dick. Your tongue was out and ready for him, but he teased you again by pulling you away the second your tongue got too close. He let out a chuckle at your frown and grabbed himself from the base. He pulled you closer and smacked his tip against your tongue a few times, sighing to himself at the feeling. “Lapping at me like a real puppy.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he finally sunk himself into your mouth. The salty taste flooded your mouth when he wasted no time before using the grip in your hair to fuck your mouth against him. He let out heavy breaths and low groans as his head tilted back. “God, what a wet fuckin mouth...” Once he sunk in further, your eyes closed as you focused on holding back your gag reflex and breathing through your nose. He let out loud groans whenever you swallowed around the tip lodged into your throat.

Suddenly 2 long fingers trailed down to rub against your folds, pushing into you with no warning when you grinded onto them. They made a scissoring motion that pulled wet, squelching noises from your pussy that made you dizzy. Jeongin whispered something into your ear about you being loose before a 3rd finger was added. Then, out of nowhere, they were shoved to his final knuckle and curving into your weakest spot. It made you gag against Seungmin, pulling a loud moan from him as his hips stuttered. He pulled you off him before shooting a glare at the man beside you.

You coughed as air returned to your lungs and Jeongin spoke. “Haha sorry. But, I don’t think she needs much prep, she’s taking 3 of my fingers no problem. What's got your pussy all loose for us baby?” He whispered the last part just loud enough for the other two men to hear before latching himself onto your neck.

You looked between the two and cleared your throat, trying to focus on your words and not the nonstop curling of fingers inside of you, “Channie fucked me a few times this morning b-before he left for the studio..” A scoff was heard from Seungmin and Jeongin’s fingers faltered.

“Yeah of course he fucking did.”

Minho stood from his spot on the bed before reaching between your legs, “Let me see.” Jeongin went to pull his fingers out and let him have a go, but before he could Minho shoved two fingers in next to the three that were already buried. You gasped at the drier stretch and moaned when both of their fingers started thrusting into you. The difference in the lengths and thicknesses made you clench tightly against them and squeal, causing Jeongin to groan in response and curl his fingers harder.

“Mmmm.. Yeah she is ready. At least Channie-hyung did us a favor.” Minho curled his fingers roughly before pulling them out, sliding his knuckles across your clit in the process. Jeongin followed in suit once the older returned to his desk chair, smiling wickedly and slapping his palm on your cunt once his fingers were free “Haha.. Think you can even handle it baby?”

You grinned at him, “Think you can even deliver?’ His smile faltered and he frowned at you. Seungmin chuckled and loosened his grip in your hair, massaging it lightly until Jeongin grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet.

When Seungmin finally moves away, Jeongin pushes you to sit on the bed, swiftly shoving a pillow under your ass before shoving you almost flat against the sheets. He gives you no time to steal a glance, pulling himself out of his underwear and immediately running himself along your folds. You sigh and your eyelids flutter as he does so. He pauses his movements when Seungmin returns with a bottle of lube, handing it to the maknae before settling himself at the head of the bed.

You watch the older of the two curiously, almost motioning for him to come closer so you could suck him off but all of a sudden Jeongin meanly shoves his now lubed up dick into your walls. He’s so deep all so suddenly and it has your eyes rolling into your skull as your jaw drops. His hands find refuge against the bed near your shoulders as he lifts his hips to slam them back against yours. For a moment, nothing but gasps fall from your mouth as Jeongin rams into you, damn near hitting your cervix without even bottoming in all the way.” Did he magically get bigger or something?? What the f- “F-Fuck! How are you-” You’re quickly interrupted by a moan when your gaze returns to his face, a cocky smirk prominent as Seungmin laughs from his spot on the bed. You swore he was deeper than before and the thought has you whining pathetically below him as your head was thrown back.

“What’s wrong, puppy? I thought you could handle it.”

Jeongin is desperate to see you fall apart so he lands a slap against your clit and watches in amusement as your legs struggle to close around his hips. Your eyes water when you look up at him through your lashes and he tilts his head teasingly. He smiles before landing a slap to your thigh and rubbing his thumb roughly against your clit.

You hear Minho’s voice from the desk, “Come on, Kitty.. You can’t even take Iyen-ah all the way? Tsk.. I thought Channie said you were a good slut.” In response, a desperate moan is pulled from you at the thought of them talking so vulgarly about you amongst each other and you hear scattered laughs amongst the three. The man above you chuckles before breathlessly speaking up, “It’s fine, Hyung. I just need to train her to take me all the way.” He ends his sentence with a sharp, deep thrust that pushes his final inches into you.

Your eyebrows curve and you silently scream, gasping and shaking under him as he rubs along every inch of your walls. “See? Wasn’t even that hard. Bet it’s because the little whore was still stretched from Channie-hyung.” The sound of Seungmin’s deepening voice combined with their casual chatter about you while you’re being drilled into so deeply it has you clenching down dangerously on Jeongin. Your orgasm starts to take over, causing him to moan at the constant clenching. His thumb moves faster against you as his hips slow down so that he grinds into you at a medium pace until you eventually stop gushing around him. Then he’s speeding up again to chase his own high.

“You feel that?” He starts, angling his hips to aim directly into the gummy spot in your walls. Unable to respond, your hands clutch the sheets and you cry out as the grip your cunt has around him doesn't let up. He groans from above you before continuing, “Yeah, riiight there. That’s where I’m gonna cum, and you’re gonna take it. Right, baby? Fuuuuck.. Yeah, you’re gonna take it.” Your hands squeeze into his forearms as he speeds up and the two of you share a desperate look before his lips crash into yours.

He pulls away from your lips to groan loudly as he cums, pulling out so that only his tip is nestled in you. His head angles down to look where the two of you meet and one of his hands shoots down to stroke himself through his orgasm. You feel his hips stutter and lightly thrust back into you in the process, but he watches with deep moans as your cunt milks him dry. Once he’s finished, he pulls the rest of the way out and slaps his tip against your clit playfully, laughing when you groan and push his hips away. Your lips meet one more time before he taps you on the ass and moves away from the bed completely.

Your eyes close as you’re given a few minutes to catch your breath. While this goes on you hear footsteps closing in on you and a voice speaks up from in front of you, “My turn, pup.”

Your eyes open for a second before you’re flipped onto your stomach. You yelp but giggle when he pulls you up to kneel against the bed, holding you against his broad chest. He trails kisses down your neck as his hands roam up your body, squeezing your hips before his left hand settles against your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, but uses it to hold you possessively as you melt into his arms.

“You good to go?” He mumbles against your shoulder. When he feels you nod, his right hand pulls away from your skin and lands a nasty slap to your ass cheek. Instead of him speaking up, Minho is heard somewhere to your left, “He asked you a question, Kitty.” You let out a moan before quickly apologizing, “Uhh~ I’m sorry.. Yes, I’m good. So good.. Please, Minnie.”

He doesn’t respond and instead pushes you forward and shoves your face into the sheets. A hand rests between your shoulder blades as he slides in, humming at the sight of Jeongin’s cum being pushed out of you. He starts off at a medium pace, wanting to give you a break and wanting to revel in the wet sounds coming from your cunt. His hand lightly traces down your back and joins the other in a death grip on your hips.

You turn your neck to lay your cheek against the sheets, and you're met with the sight of Minho leaning back in his chair. His eyes are lidded as they watch your body and his dick visibly twitches when your eyes meet. You can’t help but moan once his hand reaches for his dick. He just smirks and softly rocks it back and forth, teasing you because he knows you can’t get him yet. You pout and whine, causing the man fucking into you to catch onto what is happening. He frowns and slows his pace just enough to grab at you.

One hand tangles into your hair as the other grabs your throat, using both as leverage to pull you to sit up as he continues to fuck into you. The new position and rough pace has your jaw dropping and the hand around your neck quickly takes advantage of the opportunity. 2 fingers are shoved past your lips, fucking themselves into your throat and making you choke. Your eyebrows furrow further as his previous pace continues and he pulls you into his thrusts. Your orgasm is building up fast, but the bullying of his dick against your walls feels like it's almost too much. You tap his wrist and his fingers are instantly removed from your throat. “S-Seungmin!!! Wait!”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m here shoving my dick in your tight pussy, and you’re so cock hungry that you’re eyeing up another man.” The grip in your hair tightens before pulling you flat against him. His thrusts stop completely and he instead holds you in place while he continues. “You already had Jeongin’s cock fuck you open, and I was trying to be nice but now you’re basically drooling over my hyung.” You moan and grind back against him desperately trying to push yourself over the edge. He notices right away and his free hand smacks down on your ass, pulling a cry from your raw throat. “Now look at you. Greedy fucking pussy sucking me in while I’m yelling at you.”

You whine out an apology and glance over to the older man in question, the smirk is still on his face but his dick rests against his stomach now. “‘M sorry Seungmin..”

“Don’t act like a stupid pup.” He growls, landing another slap to your ass. “You’re only sorry cause my dick isn’t moving.” Before you have a chance to respond, he’s pushing you forward again. This time he pins both your hands to your back with one of his, then the free hand returns to your hair to shove your cheek against the bed. He makes sure to face you away from Minho before he starts moving into you at a painstakingly slow pace, but he also makes sure he goes as deep as physically possible while in this position.

You desperately try to crawl up the bed when you swear you can feel him in your throat, but he only drags you back and alternates smacks across your ass cheeks. “Stop fucking running. Be a good bitch.” When your moans quiet down and turn into whimpers, he finally lets up on your ass. Then a grin takes over his face when your hands stay against your back even when his hands move away.

He leans forward and once his face is near yours he coos lowly. Jeongin watches in pure awe as the scene unfolds in front of him. He’s never experienced this before and the sight of you physically melting into the sheets has his dick twitching back to life again. Minho’s eyes widen for a moment but he chuckles to himself and returns his attention to the scene in front of him just in time to hear Seungmin talk again.

Your eyes have lost focus and you feel your brain turning to mush. “There she is… Hi baby.” One of his hands moves to pet your head, then moves to stroke your cheek as his hips pull away from yours, “You gonna be good for me now babe? Gonna let Minnie take care of you?” You whine out a pathetic “Uh-huh” and he knows you’ve almost completely drifted into subspace when the lack of being filled is enough to make tears subconsciously form in your eyes, some falling when he finally pushes back in.

“Shhhh, I got you baby. Minnie’s gonna fuck you nice and good now. You know your safe word.” You nod and push your hips into him so he returns to the rough thrusts from earlier and his thumbs rub back and forth against your clit. At this rate, your orgasm builds back up in no time. He leans forward and sucks hickeys up your neck, slowly leading his lips to yours in the process. When you feel his soft lips push against yours your orgasm finally takes over. Your legs shake and try to clamp shut against his hand but he grabs them and holds them in place as he speeds up his thrusts.

He pulls away from your lips to listen to your cries, his own orgasm finally creeping up on him. “Gonna cum in this pretty pussy. You want it mixed with Iyen-ah’s?” You respond with whiny pleads and nods, “Please! Please Minnie..! Pretty please…”

He bites into his lip as he finishes himself off, groaning as he fills you to the brim. Both of you ride your orgasms together until he finally pulls away to watch his dick slide out of you. The combined loads leave a thick white ring around his dick.

He doesn’t move away from you immediately, instead opting to shower kisses down your back and whisper praises against your skin. Then you both hear Minho stand from his chair. He slowly walks towards the bed after tucking himself in his boxers.“You still with us, Kitty?” He laughs when you nod feverishly and rasp out, “jus’ need water please..” Jeongin is quick to grab a water bottle out of the nightstand beside him and sit next to your now upright form. He holds the bottle and tilts it for you as they instruct you to take small sips.

When he leans away to return the bottle to the nightstand, your hands shoot out towards the oldest and he pulls you into his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him into a series of kisses. It turned into a slow and sweet makeout session until your hips started to ground down against his, his dick still hard and now sandwiched by both of your pelvis’.

You whine into his mouth from overstimulation and his hands grab your hips to hold you in place. He’s the first to pull away from the kiss, smiling up at you when a deep pout forms on your face. “You sure about that, Kitty? They already put you through a lot.”

A cry is pulled from your lips, “No…! No please Min! I was good for them, I’ll be your good kitty too, please! I promise!” He hushes you and pushes you off him, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and laying back before signaling you with a ‘come hither’ motion. You’re quick to crawl back into his lap and grind against his dick impatiently.

“What’s your color?”

“Green.” When he stays quiet you whine and repeat yourself, “I said green! Green I swear! Min pleas-” He shuts you up by hooking a thumb in your mouth and pushing against your cheek, humming when you run your tongue along the digit and suck it.

“You like being our little cocksleeve that much? Hmmmm?” You give an eager nod and grind down harder, making him grin. “If you wanna be my good kitty you’re gonna have to ride me. How’s that sound?” You respond with a muffled agreement and he pulls you up just enough to rub himself along your folds. “So wet and messy down here.. The boys really did a number on you, huh?” He says it more to himself, and doesn’t even allow you time to answer before he’s sliding in.

You sink down all the way and throw your head back. Your legs shake against his hips and he smirks, running his hands up and down your thighs in an attempt to soothe you. Once you’re ready, you lift yourself and drop your hips against his a few times to test the waters. And once you’re comfortable, you set a slow but pleasurable pace and ride him almost weakly. His eyes are glued to your chest and he reaches up to grab a hold of your neck, using it to guide you forward and leaning you towards him so your chest is leveled with his face. The feeling of his tongue against your neglected nipple has your hips stuttering, but you’re desperate to please him so you quickly return to your efforts.

Suddenly there’s an extra pair of cold hands against your sweaty skin and Jeongin’s voice is heard from behind you, “Jagiya… Need you again..” He ruts against your ass and you moan when you feel how hard he is again. Minho reluctantly pulls away from your chest once he realizes what the youngest wants, and he locks eyes with you to make sure it’s okay. “We talked about it already, but are you sure it’s okay?”

“God, yes please..” They both smile at how fucked out you sound but ultimately nod at each other, and Minho holds a tight grip on your hips to keep you still as Jeongin pushes in next to him. He slowly pushes in as Minho lets a hand trail down to rub messy shapes into your clit.

“Deep breaths. We got you Jagi.” Minho mumbles into your ear, pressing kissing to your temple as Jeongin holds your ass cheeks apart to give himself more space to work with. When his hips finally stop you let out shaky breaths and try your best to not clench on them too hard. Jeongin’s hands are running up and down your back soothingly as Minho’s rest on your thigh, his kisses still being littered across the side of your face that he can reach.

They check once more that you’re okay before they start slowly fucking into you, stopping completely anytime they heard a hiss. Eventually, with the help of your last orgasms and the fucking within an inch of your life that Seungmin just gave you, you start to loosen up more. They take their time speeding up their thrusts, Jeongin doesn’t even dare to try and bottom out. But he does manage to push a few more inches into you as you loosen up more.

When your quiet whimpers turn to full moans, they don’t hold back as much and fuck harder into you. This goes on for a few minutes before a door opening and closing and a quiet “Holy fuck.” is heard from the missing third man.

“Jesus, pup..” Your face turns to look at him and he can see tears streaming down your face. He almost folds on the spot, but the sound of your voice calling out to him has him basically sprinting to the bed. He crawls onto the sheets and sits by your head, reaching a hand to stroke your hair as he pulls his phone out.

Seungmin lets out a breathy laugh at the way your eyes sparkle, and he takes a few pictures of you all fucked out between the two boys. You lean in to pull his boxers down but he swats you away. Instead, he grabs your face by your jaw and leans down to pull you into a kiss, occasionally dropping further and leaving wet kisses along your neck. “One more time for us, m’kay pup? Then we’ll be done and we can go take a shower.”

The two men inside you are close, their frantic moans and groans are telltale signs of it. Their ruthless fucking continues for another few minutes and it rips another orgasm from you, one that causes a death grip around them in your walls. Minho’s hips stop completely and he lets the erratic movements of the younger man help him ride out his orgasm. You can feel the combined mixture of their cum with yours pooling out of you and it makes Minho shiver when some of it trails down his sensitive dick.

When they’re finally finished, Seungmin pulls away from you and the two still shoved inside of you start to pull out slowly. You’re laid on your side as Minho slides from underneath you, and both men disappear into the bathroom as Seungmin scoots closer to you. He smiles and lands a soft kiss on your nose and allows you to catch your breath. He stands and you hear a few camera clicks before you look up to see his smirk behind his phone. You flip him the finger and he laughs loudly, “Fucked your brains out and you still have the energy for that attitude. sigh.. What are we gonna do with you, baby?”

The cloth he returned with earlier is used to wipe you down. He kisses apologies into your hip as he tries to clean your overly sensitive pussy as fast as possible. When he’s done, you notice the sound of the shower in the background, and Jeongin walks back into the room from the hallway with wet hair.

“Shower time Jagi!!” He smiles at you and leans down to place a kiss on your temple. Seungmin defensively pulls you against him and glares at the younger boy, “I got her. Go away ugly.” You wheeze out a laugh at the two bickering and are suddenly the victim of a kiss off. A “who can kiss you better” challenge that you weren’t even aware of until your face was suddenly sloppy from wet kisses.

It’s not until Minho walks out from his shower a few seconds later that the two stop their attacks, “What the hell? Okay, can one of you at least take her to shower so I can clean off my bed?” He grumbles almost angrily, but when you look over at him he has a small smile. Before Jeongin can even turn around, Seungmin is already helping you to your feet and walking you to the shower.

The rest of the night is a blur after that. The shower, the snacks, and the cuddle puddle were all fuzzy in your head. The last thing you remember before falling asleep was being on a new bed in a different room, and Seungmin pulling you as close to him as possible as the other boys left the room.

You lay chest to chest with him, your breaths matching with his, and his soft hands caressing your thigh while he places soft kisses against your lips. His pretty hands caress your cheeks and your eyes hold each other’s gazes between kisses. Part of you wonders where the other boys had gone, and if you had the energy to ask you would have. But when your eyes start to flutter closed out of heaviness and his fingers continue to stroke your skin, you don’t think you want to bother caring.

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aajjks · 1 year ago

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nowhere (m)

synopsis. breaking up with him is not possible- ever.

warning: yändèrè bèhâvïöür, töxïc rèlätïönshïp dynämïc, töxïc!bf!köö, nön-cön kïssïng, sêxïst bf, cräzy bêhävïöür, ünhëälthy rèlätïônshïp.

disclaimer: this fic contains really triggering dark themes which can be triggering for a lot of people and honestly if you have a significant other that’s like him in the fic then please I’m begging you to leave. This is not something you should have to endure. Please leave. Also reminder that this is completely fictional and this doesn’t represent jungkook at all. This is just a toxic character that’s not him.

How do you tell your, frankly, crazy boyfriend that you want to break up?

You don’t know why you got with him in the first place maybe it was because he was really charming and soft? Respectful and patient? So how did everything change?

Why did he change? It’s like being with him now it’s suffocating you. he’s really clingy and he doesn’t know how to take a no. He does what he wants and you cannot bring it in you to deny him.

Because then the guilt tripping starts.

You don’t understand how a grown man can like him can manage to cry within seconds. You’re tired, it’s been two years- he’s a changed man and you don’t like it at all.

And now you want to break up with him. But you’re not sure on how to go about it. He’s going to be home soon, so you’re feeling really anxious.

Jeon Jungkook is a really sensitive man when it comes to you and your relationship with him, he clearly loves you but his love feels really toxic now.

You love him too but you just can’t ignore the obvious cracks in your relationship- you have to leave before it’s too late. Just as you are pacing around your shared homes living room, you hear someone entering the home code and you’re not surprised because you know who it is.

Ask the door unlocked and he answers you stop pacing around the large room, and before you can even greet him or look at him with focus, he’s calling out your name.

“Yn!!!! my love I missed you so so much!!”

There is the man you’ve been waiting for, and you don’t feel excited to see him, but rather you feel a burden on your heart. Jungkook looks good, he’s always looked good. He’s really particular about his fashion and how he looks.

Something you used to like him but now it’s kind of annoying. Maybe it’s because of the fact that he always wants you to praise him.

You force yourself to smile as he walks closer to you, before dropping his car keys at the nearest table. You wait for him to come to you because that’s how it always is.

He loves it when you welcome him, Jungkook immediately wrapped his arms around your body, his favorite part of your body is definitely your waist. His hands are always resting on it. His grip is definitely possessive..

When he leans in closer to kiss you, you actually manage to dodge it, you can’t help it you don’t want to be with him anymore and what is the point in beating the bush around..? The fear will just keep on fucking with your mind at this point.

Jungkooks gaze changes from affectionate to anger and a small glare is sent your way. You sigh, looking at him.. “jungkook..” you don’t even call him kook or kookie like you used to, and he notices that because he’s tilting his head like he’s confused.

“Yn.. what is going on with you? Why would you refuse my kiss?” Before you can speak. He asks you a question instead, he likes his lips looking like he is genuinely confused and clueless.

He knows how to play dumb.

So before you reply to him, you try to get his hands off your waist, you are actually not sure if you’re going on the right track by doing this but it’s now or never.

“Listen to me.” You look straight into his eyes, but you fail to get his arms off of you. “Jungkook I want to break up.”

You blurt the words out, your heart is beating like crazy right now, because he’s so close to you and his reactions are always over-the-top and unpredictable.

Nothing is the same anymore and it hurts.

“I don’t think we are right for each other and it took me some time to realize that but I’ve given this a lot of thought and I think that this is the best thing for us.” You breathe out when he doesn’t respond. He’s just staring at you with a blank expression.

His eyes are suddenly empty, and his lips are pressed in a thin line, his hands are tightly wrapped around you, it’s like he froze.

“Ugh… I’m so sorry to do this so suddenly, but I cannot be with you anymore” you feel a little bad that you’re being so rude about this but you have to be really blunt because if you’re not, he’s gonna think that you’re just joking.

Because he doesn’t want to take things that he doesn’t like to hear, seriously.

You have to be blunt with him, because he’s always gonna find a reason to dodge your questions or completely avoid what you’re saying.

“can you let me go please? I have to go pack my stuff up… I didn’t do it because I just wanted to tell you first.”

He is still not speaking and it’s getting even more awkward and intense because it’s like you’re talking to yourself, you try again to break out of his grip, but it’s futile.

When you give him a weird look, Jungkook begins to laugh, taking you by surprise. It’s your turn to be confused.

Your soon to be ex-boyfriend, laughing like you just told him a great joke. And it’s starting to piss you off because this is not a joke.

You want to be free.

“Jungkook!” You call out his name, and he just leans more close to you if that’s even possible and all you can smell is expensive perfume, and the scent of cigarette coming from him.

Jungkook doesn’t reply to you and you actually feel like you’ll go insane. If he doesn’t want to reply to you that’s fine why doesn’t he just let you go?

Your questions aren’t answered, but he takes you by surprise once again by pulling you in for a kiss- he immediately shoved his tongue in and you let him because you’re so shocked to even comprehend what just happened.

What the fuck is he doing?

You just broke up with him and he’s kissing you, like his life, depends on it. He’s rough, running his hands all over your back, sloppily kissing you, swallowing your breath away.

You try to push him off of you, but then you just give up when he doesn’t budge, maybe he just wants to kiss you for the last time?

So you let him.

His touch is really familiar and you’re definitely going to miss it. You won’t even lie about that but.. you remind yourself that this is for the better and you shouldn’t melt.

After what feels like hours, he finally pulls away when you try to push him away once again, because he’s forgotten that he hast to stop.

You feel like you’ll actually suffocate, because you are unable to breathe at all, “o-oh my God.” You pant out, finally managing to push him away because he’s also panting, so take the opportunity to remove his hands from you, and you immediately start to back away.

“ what the fuck is wrong with you? I just broke up with you and that’s what you do? You are not allowed to do this anymore… and I’m going away.”

You’re gonna stay with your friend for a while because you don’t have an apartment of your own because you have been living with your ex-boyfriend for the past two years.

This relationship was rushed. You did things with him way too fast. And now you’re regretting every single decision.

“what the fuck are you talking about? Yn… are you fucking stupid? Ha.” he suddenly takes your attention, and you watch him wipe the corner of his lips.

“we’re not breaking up. What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you think this is funny because it’s not- I just came back from a long day work, and this is what you do to me?” He stalks towards your direction.

You back away, and he takes a step closer to you.

“you don’t hold the reins of this relationship- I do.” he scoffs, looking at you, like you’ve grown two heads. “you cannot leave me.” he runs his hands through his long curly locks, looking all frustrated.

“Now shut the fuck up” he smirks, trapping you in. “ do you want me to punish you?” The wall feels so cold, and you actually feel terrified of him.

The look in his eyes right now is animalistic. He looks murderous.

“don’t piss me off- the only way you can break up with me is by dying and I won’t let you die so easily.” do you want to speak but no words come out of your mouth.

Not when he speaks in that authoritive tone, but it’s pissing you off because you’re not a child and he is speaking to you like you you’re one misbehaving child, and you deserve to be scolded.

He’s toxic.

“you don’t own me. I’ve had enough.” You try to argue back but it’s no use really because your words are falling on deaf ears.

He doesn’t even deem you important enough to listen to what you’re saying. “Shut up. You’re really asking for it.” He looks like you with a sickly, sweet smile.

“now… I am hungry, so serve me food. I had a very stressful day and don’t make it even more stressful by talking bullshit.”

you want to scoff but what is the use? There is really no way out of this relationship.- you want to cry right now… this is not the man you fell in love with.

Right now you see a monster standing in front of you, who has got you trapped between him and the wall.

There is really no way out.

“there is no way out yn. Make your stupid little brain understand that. Before I make you.”

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rabotimagines · 4 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/rabotimagines/777430496310329344/battlefield-flirting-gn-bot-reader-x-megatron?source=share

I'm gonna be so fr I imagined Jazz as the one flirting, and why did it fit so well????

but also imagine Prowl being incredibly protective over Jazz when he finds out that the Decepticons want him-

Tbh older reader and Jazz are on the same wave length so it does fit. If Jazz was the one getting the cons horny he'd think it was funny as hell and play into it.

Here your ask made me think of another part for older petnaming reader.

"Show" GN BOT Reader x Jazz scenario

Summary: You make out with Jazz and act like you're interfacing to distract the Decepticons.

G1 characters: Jazz (The cons are also here getting horny! Prowl shows up at the end too.)

Warnings: Voyeurism

Genre/Theme: Horny 🔞 (more Mature than Explicit)

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: The entire make out is from the perspective of the Decepticons, Playful older reader, Reader: We should take advantage of the fact the Decepticons are perverts.

You all needed a distraction, and you needed one bad.

The Decepticons had started yet another world dominance plan, which was actually going well. And you needed to stop them now before it got any further out of control. Mirage could sneak into the temporary base the Decepticons set up and sabotage them from the inside. The problem was that the whole base was guarded to the denta, and you needed to distract at least one of the guards for Mirage to slip in. And then distract the rest of the Decepticons so Mirage can do his job without interruption.

That's when you get a crazy idea that might actually work.

You weren't stupid, and you were old enough to know what most the Decepticons were thinking when they started leering at you with hungry looks. You just continued teasing them on the battlefield, while not giving them even an inkling that you knew exactly how badly they wanted you. But now you might just take advantage of the cons little attraction to you. (It's not like it was your fault they seemed to want you like an energon goodie. You weren't exactly some fancy new build. You were a war trained soilder.)

So you raised your servo "Optimus, I might have an idea for how to distract a watchmech and all of the Decepticon high command at the same time."

Optimus paused when you spoke to give you the per verbal floor. "Oh? And what exactly might that be?"

"I just need one mech on board for it to work. So Jazz, question-" At your address, Jazz perked up from where he was sitting. "How do you feel about putting on- a little show with me to distract the cons?" The room goes dead silent at your question.

Jazz realizes exactly what you're implying the fastest. He leans forward over the table slightly, his plating tense and serious. "I just have an equally important question in response."

"Oh?"

Jazz's plating slacks casually, and a felinoid smile that reminds you exactly why you two got along curls on his derma. "Glossia or no glossia?" Oh, this would be fun.

"Honestly, we know they'll be coming sooner than later, we should attack them first while we have the upper servo!" Starscream argued with Megatron again over the decision to stay on guard.

"If they're going to come, then let them come! We will be ready for the Autobots, and we will destroy them where they stand!" Megatron snapped back in clear annoyance.

Just as Starscream opened his mouth again, one of the alerts went off. Drawing everyone's attention to the multiple camera feeds on the wide screen they had on the wall. "Soundwave report." Megatron ordered.

"Buzzsaw reports obvious activity in shrubbery ahead of himself." Soundwave tapped along his keyboard, and Buzzsaws internal feed camera was put up in full screen. Sure enough, the view of bushes shaking slightly was put into view. It stopped after a klick.

"Soundwave order him to find out what it is. And if it's a pest to deal with it accordingly."

The video feed showed Buzzsaws point of view of taking off and into the tree line where the movement had happened. The cons were left watching as Buzzsaw flew through the trees for a few klicks with no life in sight.

Only for a bot to eventually come into view.

"Jazz." Megatron muttered darkly "Soundwave, have Buzzsaw find out exactly what he's planning."

Soundwave nodded. "Buzzsaw, follow lead."

They watched as Jazz in root mode stepped over plant life with Buzzsaw silently trailing behind him in the trees. Eventually, he came to a small clearing where another mech was waiting.

You were waiting for him, leaning up against a larger tree, and your helm perked up when you saw Jazz. "Ah, yellow still on guard?" You asked with quirked derma.

Jazz just casually shrugged his shoulders. "Sure is. Looks like we'll be waiting for at least a Joor." Jazz leisurely made his way over to you.

"A joor till what?" Starscream muttered conspicuously.

Jazz met up with you, but instead of stopping in front like they'd all expected, Jazz got even closer to you. They all watched as Jazz propped an arm up against the same tree you were leaning against. Effectively trapping you between him and the tree. Jazz just smiled and raised his other servo to lightly cup your jaw.

"Really now. While we're on watch duty?" You didn't even seem upset by the incredibly wild development.

"C'mon, we've got a joor, and I know exactly how I wanna be spending that joor." Jazz leaned close enough that there was only a digits length between your faceplates.

"Soundwave I was not..." Megatron paused. "Aware that the two of them were this close to one another."

"Information not known. Proposal: may be both their personalities, opposed to relationship." Soundwave stated bluntly since he frankly hadn't seen any signs of you two actually becoming involved with one another like this.

The answer was obvious and easy to accept. Considering Jazz, let alone you. You'd flirt with your enemies on the battlefield constantly. While Jazz was... Jazz.

So when Jazz leaned forward and kissed you, the entire room was equally shocked.

"Soundwave retracts last statement." Soundwave bluntly remarked as he watched you kiss Jazz back.

Jazz's servos moved towards your chassis while yours went for Jazz's waist. You practically dragged Jazz forward till there was barely any space between the two of you.

Jazz's servos were greedily brushing over the front of your chasiss. Digit pads following the line and dips of your armor as he sensually touched you. You arched against his touch while your gasps and other small noises slipped out between where the two of you kissed.

"Wait, are they gonna frag?" Skywarp, who had been leaning back in his chair, was now sitting forward attentive and staring at the screen.

"What? No. Why the slag would-" Thundercracker stopped short and actually stared at Jazz and you. The longer he stared, the more he noticed how much you were both touching each other. He also noticed how he actually couldn't see if either of your modesty panels were still in place from the angle.

Were you actually about to-

Starscream scoffed loudly and turned on his thruster towards Megatron "Megatron, this is obviously a ploy to distract-" Jazz's engine revving loud in blatant undeniable want cut Starscream off.

"Yeah!" Skywarp shouted excitedly at the screen when Jazz slipped his glossia into your mouth. While multiple sounds of shock sounded out of the rest of them. Jazz closed what little space you had between you and boldly pressed his chassis up against yours. Your hips slotted together, and a heavy but muffled groan sounded out of you at the contact. Did Jazz just- slag. Did Jazz just spike you? Due to the side angle of Buzzsaws view and how close you were together, Thundercracker still had no visible clue if you were actually interfacing. But the motion and the angle of each of your hips certainly didn't paint any other picture.

Jazz rocked his hips, and you arched further against him. Your servos dragged jazz even closer towards you every time he rutted against you. Jazz's servos simply had not stopped wandering and fondling your frame the entire time. Every drag of his digits brought another little noise out of you. Either a huff or another muffled moan- You were still kissing each other fervently, and Thundercracker could occasionally catch glimpses of both your glossias-

You certainly weren't holding servos!

Thundercracker almost chokes on his oral lubricant at the very heated display and has to fight not to let his sparkdamned modesty panel pull back. His own spike twitching against his own panel every time another needy noise slipped out of you. This was going to haunt his less than innocent alone time- In a panic, Thundercracker glanced at Megatron, and almost balks.

Megatrons optics are a noticeable shade brighter than usual. He's also leaning forward and staring intensively at the little show you two were both putting on. Thundercracker hears your muffled moan and can physically see Megatron's optics brighten a touch further.

Starscream stood next to Megatron with his mouth hanging open, and his wings raised high, and they were twitching sporadically- Thundercracker realizes it's in time with your noises.

Thundercracker glances at Soundwave and does balk this time and then scowls. Soundwave was recording! Like, as if Buzzsaw wasn't already doing it! Frag, Thundercracker wasn't stupid enough to ask for a copy of the footage and owe Soundwave anything. Skywarp, however, would be asking- Skywap, who was leaning forward with a grin on his faceplate. Optics bright and not breaking his focus on the two of you for even a nanoklick

... Thundercracker could get it from Skywarp afterward.

You both break apart finally with huffy vents and Jazz groaned before shoving his faceplate against your throat. Subsequently hiding Jazz's helm from the camera view.

Only then does Buzzsaw's camera, which had been focused primarily on your frames, slowly panned upwards. To revel your optics were locked directly on Buzzsaw and subsequently them as well. The camera jerked when Buzzsaw flinched, realizing he'd been spotted. They waited for you to quickly inform Jazz that you were being watched or raise a blaster to fire at Buzzsaw. When, instead, the entire room watched baffled as your derma curled further, and your optics narrowed slightly. You then slowly and teasingly dragged your glossia over your derma. You then bit down on your bottom derma before simply turning back towards Jazz.

Yeah, Thundercrackers not gonna be able to be normal the next time you smile at him before a fight.

An engine revving and then stalling in the room makes Thundercracker glance right and see the two Constructicons (who he forgot where even there) also seemingly in a similar state as his own.

"Holy slag-" Scavenger muttered, staring wide opticed, at the video feed. Scrapper was simply staring, but even his optics were obviously running hotter than they should. A moan slipped out of Jazz this time when you started lapping your glossia at the detailing of his throat cables.

They all visibly jumped when a blaring alarm suddenly started blasting in the room. Thundercracker swore he could hear his own energon in his audials. Then he registered it was an alarm and not a sudden attack. Thundercracker had to dismiss his own battle protocols that sprung to life after the sound. "Soundwave report!" Megatron ordered.

"Weapon has been set to disintegration- from the inside."

"What!?" Megatron and Starscream both made a dash out of the room more than obviously heading to where the weapon was stored. The two Constructicons followed shortly after them. Scavenger tripping on his way out the door before getting back up to keep running.

"Buzzsaw, return. Base is compromised." After the order, Soundwave made his way out the door as well.

Buzzsaw's legs twitched when Soundwave spoke, and the branch he was on audibly shook. A blaster shot scrapped the side of Buzzsaws chassis, and he cried out and took to the skies. Promptly cutting off the camera show they'd had of you two.

"No! Frag!" Skywarp shouted in dismay, obviously more upset by the show he had being cut short than the fact that they'd been compromised. Thundercracker groaned and stood up while ignoring the heat of obvious interested arousal between his thighs.

Thundercracker probably would have to get a copy of it from Soundwave if he actually wanted to see that again.

"Whoops, and there goes the camera crew." Jazz stared up at the direction Buzzsaw had taken off in.

You just stared at Prowl, who was standing with his still smoking blaster in the air. A firm frown was on his faceplate. "Thanks for the save, Prowl." You nodded at him, and Prowl only grunted in response.

You raised an optic ridge while Jazz just turned to Prowl and grinned. "Oh, Prowl! Did ya enjoy the show?"

Prowl had only agreed to your plan if someone would be stationed to guard the two of you while you distracted the Decepticons.

Optimus thought it was a perfectly valid claim.

So Optimus told Prowl he'd be guarding you both.

Prowls faceplate didn't even twitch. (His doorwings did however.) "You've gotten too- into part. You should've stopped once Mirage messaged about successfully setting the detonation off."

You pulled Jazz's thigh up to your waist as if you were going to spike him- if your array were out anyway. You also worried your bottom derma at Prowl for extra measure. Your servo under Jazz's thigh and digits barely brushing the end of Jazz's aft. "Aw, C'mon Prowl, we were having fun."

"Yeah, Prowl- it's not like it totally didn't work amazingly or something. Ha ha. " Jazz chuckled and waggled his optic ridge at Prowl. Jazz continued to press his frame against your own while waiting for a response.

Prowl stared at you two for a klick longer before finally just sighing and moving past you both. "The Decepticons still need to be dealt with." You and Jazz watched him leave and eyed Prowls doorwings that were perked a touch higher than they usually would be.

You turned back to Jazz to share a look before you both finally broke apart, laughing.

#transformers x reader #transformers x y/n #transformers x cybertronian reader #x reader #rabot writes #valveplug #jazz x reader #do i bother tagging everyone else????#nah probably not #rabot requests

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galaxymagitech · 4 months ago

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Just read Robin and Batman. It…uh. Am I going crazy, or does it have All Star: Batman & Robin vibes? It even hits some of the same emotional beats. Actually, hits a lot of the same emotional beats…and language…and even scenes.

So, Batman is. Not a very good parent in this. In fact, I'm pretty sure Alfred is doing all the parenting here. He's much better than ASBaR, although that is...a low bar to clear. But he treats Dick as a soldier in a way I have seen no other version of Bruce but Crazy Steve do, and this is the comic I was searching for a while ago about Bruce reading Dick's diary.

Unlike the flaming dumpster fire of ASBaR, the storyline of R&B does make sense, and in many ways, it's a good comic (if you’re fine with Batman being a pretty bad parent/mentor). It had very tight themes and storyline, the art fit the story, etc. It's interesting and has a good story! Yeah, I don't love how they portrayed the Dynamic Duo, but I liked Alfred and Dick, and it certainly has plenty of fanfic fodder.

But why does it so closely mirror the most laughably horrible comic miniseries I have ever had the displeasure of reading?

"What are you even talking about?" Well, I present my evidence:

“Yes, sir.” This isn’t even a one-time thing. Dick consistently calls Bruce “sir” throughout R&B. Like a soldier. Which Bruce thinks he needs to be, by the way.

Yeah. Alfred tries to intervene and is moderately successful in both cases. In addition to making Robin a soldier—whether willing (B&R) or “drafted” (ASBaR), Bruce uses Robin against the Justice League, having him fight Green Lantern in ASBaR and spy on the sidekicks in B&R. So there’s also Robin as a proxy in Batman vs. the Justice League between the two.

Moving on, Dick, with his 11-12-year-old emotional regulation, can’t cope with being a soldier. Shocking, I know. So he beats up an enemy so badly that Batman has to intervene. Which comic am I talking about? Why, both, of course!

Near the end of the arc, Dick goes to a location associated with his parents (the derelict circus in B&R vs. their grave in ASBaR) and Batman hugs them there, which somehow resolves all their issues and the blatant child abuse.

“Corporate needs you to find the difference between these two pictures.”

“They’re the same picture.”

Down to the positioning of the two. They’re a little bit closer on the left, but like. Come on. Seriously?

Also, both comics have Batman consistently calling Robin “boy,” which is such a strange alignment of what I think is an uncommon turn of speech that it feels like there has got to be some sort of crossreferencing or sharing of creators or something. And then there’s the fact that Bruce is constantly using the word “damn,” especially when yelling at Dick. Robin & Batman’s Bruce talks like the Goddamn Batman.

Oh, and they have really similar stubble for some reason? I noticed the mini beard hairs immediately and somehow knew the comic was going to be disturbingly similar to ASBaR.

I need to know how this happened.

(For those wondering if you should read Robin & Batman, I still say go ahead. It’s only 3 comics, and at the very least, it's good for research purposes/seeing where ideas have come from.)

#robin & batman #ASBaR #all star batman and robin #batman #dc #dc comics #dcu #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #bruce wayne #comic #comics review #batman meta #meta #meta analysis #dc meta #tw: abuse

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cathalbravecog · 3 months ago

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final daily high roller before april toons! see you tomorrow at the show! ;)

did not expect myself to pull off a "fancy drawing" today, and yet here i am! sappiness below, i suggest my friends read at least parts of it! i apologize beforehand for how long and personal it is.

well by cog, it's been another year, hasn't it? i can't describe how nervous and excited i am for tomorrow! or rather. today. it's 5 am. yeah, this was a bit of a crunch. but i managed to pull it off!

i actually intended 2 smaller pieces (the other being frostroller/selfship based.), each with different messages underneath and meanings. but i guess i'll put a compressed version of both in here. it certainly isn't a massive dedication piece as my dedicated piece from last year - but considering how special this all is to me, attached to this piece - i'll use this place as my Ramble Zone. note, i am very sleepy. if this makes less sense, gimmie some slack! ;p

high roller is like the ultimate representation of corporate clash to me. bold, chaotic, unique, new... something created by the hands of passion. breaking the limits of what can be toontown, just for the sake of it! for fun! to create. to play!

and as we all know by now, corporate clash (and high roller especially) mean a lot to me. but i want to make this more about clash in general.

i never expected myself to get this attached to toontown, or this server for that matter. it's possibly the most intense interest i have had, staying on top no matter what. interests come and go for me alongside it, sure... but toontown i figured is just where i feel safe.

now now, i do have conflicting feelings about the fandom/community that i am vocal about. but by safe i mea just... this game as a whole. the characters. the toons, the cogs. the silly world. and most importantly, as cheesy as a big cheese as it is, the friends made along the way!

i can talk about how much an escapism and comfort media this little world is to me. but it genuinely would not be the same without my friends. the dear friends i made thanks to corporate clash. genuinely some of the best people i have met in my life, that i cannot imagine my life without now.

i cannot even begin to describe how thankful i am. and this is why i want my friends to read this - you!!! all of you. i love you so much. i know i can be a lot, but i cannot thank you enough for... just being there. for being my friends. for existing! you are truly incredible people and have helped me so much.

from being shoulders to cry or vent on, to someone to share countless laughs with, to someone who i just hang out in vc for hours doing nothing at all, to someone who will listen to my passionate infodumps. or someone to help me train drop on an alt. good lord.

i am sure i would have crawled out alright even without any of this. with just the people i knew before, and some other hyperfixation. but i'll tell you out right. i am so happy my life has lead me to these moments. even if it has been genuine torture at times. i would not change it at all just for the fact i get to be friends with incredible people.

i would have been a different person, for sure... and i am just so glad i am who i am right now. there's still so many flaws, but i know i got my friends with me. and it's all thanks to clash! all because i decided to play on a very specific time that allowed all of this!

and now if i may, i'm going to get a little sappy about high roller, as i haven't quite yet. i don't have much time to type left (sleepy.) but i have to gush about my f/o a little bit. obviously, i did not go into clash for high roller. hr happened after and was just... the perfect bundle of chaos and themes for me to get attached to.

i've been a little crazy since day one, but i've hid my feelings behind a lot of shame and fear. but over time, i allowed myself to let these feelings blossom (for better or for worse) and open up more. through this, and the support of my friends, i have learned to be less shameful and... be myself more!! do what i want. i have always been one for that, but sometimes shame just gets you.

high roller as a character makes me very happy, and is The Guy In My Head Who Comes To Me In Clutch.

i am very happy a character like this exists. who matches me and my energy. (or, at least when i am not anxious over something, and have energy. LOL. suppose vibes is the better term! :P)

representation for someone like me is... pretty scarce to find. i know many of this is projection but... seeing a canonical character who kind of just fucks with gender, is typically masc leaning, and is just... ALL OVER THE PLACE? CHAOS INCARNATE? CONFIDENCE INCARNATE? not only is it tropes i like. but it's also just... how i feel like? (hell, frostbite is a lot of those things, they are a flawed, extreme representation of how i'd like to be, and highlighting some of my good traits! while also just... being a fun character. Anyway.)

now i am not going to go into explaining my identity, and my headcanons and how that ties with the canon for... this non canon character. but just what we have makes me so happy. it makes me seen. i don't feel seen like this almost... ever. hr being the way she is, is very encouraging and comforting for me. and entertaining! (well. it is a show host after all!)

it is no surprise that with all this genuine comfort, feeling of being seen, sheer entertainment and his charming nature, i became infatuated quite quickly. if i was less tired i would have more clever words for this. but i just want you to know how much this character means to me. a lot of it IS just. difficult to explain Mental Illness Attachment.

there's one thing that is quite private for me that this character has helped me process, that i bubbled in for my whole life. it is trauma related so i wont go into it. but i cannot believe this is what did it for me. and yknow what? i am thankful.

thank you, clash, my dear friends, and high roller for... just dragging me through shit. keeping me confident. having something to look forward to. because god. life has been hell. unironically one of the main things keeping me going IS looking forward to april toons.

there's definitely more words i wish to say, but at that point i would be repetitive, and my tiredness and brainfog would be obvious. so i'll take care of myself and end it here! pat on my head for being brave about typing all this.

that being said. i love you, clash. i love you, all my friends i have made from this game (and all others!), and of course, i love you, high roller. cant wait to drop 10000 pianos on you. die forever 10000 years That Dumb Duck That I Hate (kiss yaoi sloppy styl I HAVE BEEN ADVISED TO NOT CONTINUE THIS SENTENCE

... oh, you're still here? well alright. you get something, too! have an early work in progress version of the piece!

#toontown corporate clash #ttcc #high roller #april toons #low baller #guz art #[2025]#[march_2025]#long post #(only because of the long section under the read more!)

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gold-rhine · 5 months ago

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like its literally insane how beat for beat this lantern rite goes into the same notes as natlan final act, but just does it well. the contrast is crazy-making. SPOILERS 2025 LANTERN RITE i guess

like. oh its a story about pyro girlie who had to lose her family very early and tragically, and then she came under huge amount of dire responsibility, but she didn't let it break her and she stayed positive and bright. she is now confronted with a critical situation where she has to do hard decision and be ready to die to save her country. she says goodbyes to her friends, trying to not let them know she's going to sacrifice herself, but they realise it and do everything to save her. in the end, she realizes her life isn't over, its too early for her to go, has heartfelt reunion with ghosts of her family and is saved by unified efforts of her friends, showing how much she's loved and wanted in the world of the living. (im joking, last part didnt happen to mavuika lol, i'll get to it)

but like you can actually see how liyue kids are ACTUALLY friends and how they like each other, they have palpable chemistry that is shown, instead of just like. flatly declared in natlan. hu tao pestering embarrassed yun jin into performing her silly cringe hilichurl song in operatic style has more character than mavuika had in all acts of natlan and her story quest COMBINED. and hu tao visiting friends to give them goodbye gifts under the guise of holiday tradition with half-jokey heartfelt well wishings is what i think natlan tried to do with ancient name thing, where characters like say why they like traveler. except in lantern rite it works because its personal and meaningful, and in natlan its just flashy anime poses and random cliches. "i love being traveler's friend!", "surely she comes from a good home!" like??? its fucking nothings that coworkers awkwardly say at the birthday party because they don't know you.

and suddenly in liyue they know that characters can have differences and STILL be respectful and well-intended, with hu tao and baizhu exchanging jabs about being archenemies, instead of entire cast being blandly okay yay all the time in natlan. hu tao's conversation with zhongli exploring her mental state before going into danger, bittersweet, but finally honest, just straight up doesnt have a parallel in natlan because they never give mavuika any fucking way to express herself. not to mention that hu tao has more conflict and complicated feelings about her lost family and grief than mavuika ever has with her sister where they talk about fucking nothing and just like politely nod at each other.

and the theme of unity actually works in liyue because it does have all other characters uniting to share hu tao's burden and save her, instead of capitano ex machina just showing up and solo taking her place bc he's here to hijack the narrative and make it about khaenriah instead of natlan. so natlan's theme about unity just never goes anywhere except of characters standing in the circle and yelling "for natlan!!", there is no tangible effort for this unity, nothing they have to overcome together. they just wait for everyone to awaken their ancient names, stand in a circle to power up mavuika, and then she solo finishes everything with carpet bombing. and then she solo beats up abyss boss. and then capitano makes it all about himself. like. much unity.

and even traveler being a descender isn't really used in natlan despite making a big deal out of it, her ability to challenge fate or whatever literally never actually comes up. meanwhile in liyue it is used within established lore reasons - not being connected to irminsul, BUT, very importantly, just being special descender would not be enough to save hu tao, its the fact that they are friends, they share a bond and care about each other, i.e. only by using the plum's branch traveler is able to connect and find hu tao.

#rhine talks

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war-in-time · 4 months ago

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You’ve expressed like all of the opinions I’m too afraid to post about sotr on here and I want to say thank you! I feel like I’m going crazy seeing everyone talk about how great Lenore dove was when she barely had anything that made her distinct from Lucy gray. Haymitch just tells us about how good and perfect she is and all we really get is that she hates the capitol and keeps secrets from him? But she’s his whole motivation and purpose in life? Idk his obsession with her just didn’t make sense and people make the excuse of young love and teenagers but idk I’m not buying it.

I also HATE how they make him using the force field to win something he did by accident rather than a calculated move. He literally doesn’t remember the force field until after the axe goes over the edge. Like the capitol edit propaganda made him seem more like a rebel than he actually was? I also get the idea of wanting to show how long the rebellion has been working behind the scenes but it would’ve been so much better to see how their individual traumas drew them together. Like I hate that Haymitch only continues with the rebellion because of his dead girlfriend (who gives very manic pixie) rather than because he truly believes in making sure no other child suffers his trauma. I just don’t understand why they got rid of his intellect and just made him a soldier of the rebellion following orders.

I get the themes of propaganda and whatever but it falls flat for me when the story given to us by the capitol is so much more compelling as an example of the early days of the rebellion. The best parts of this book were the side characters like I was mostly reading for Maysilee and Wyatt. They were the saving grace.

Idk I have so many thoughts, sorry that was long lol just had to vent to someone else who is capable of seeing that this book is deserving of some criticism!

I’m really glad to see that others share the same opinion but I’m also not surprised that more people aren’t posting about it. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m older and have learned to deal with conflict without escalating to calling people names for their opinions, which unfortunately does happen on the internet often where people hide behind anonymity. (You’re fine this isn’t a jab.) I also have an English/Literacy degree so I’m not posting anything simply to hate on a book or an author. What I do have is extensive training for breaking text apart to analyze it and think critically about whether or not what we are being presented makes sense or is plausible with an already established story.

I’m also someone who cares about books deeply and Haymitch has always been my favourite character in the original series because of all of his trauma and how he doesn’t want to pass that on to anyone else. He drinks and suffers in silence because the pain of ALL of the people he’s lost has stacked up over 24 years before the 74th games. Katniss has a very good insight into Haymitch’s life in the first book:

But secretly I'm wondering if Haymitch sobered up long enough to help Peeta and me because he thought we just might have the wits to survive. Maybe he wasn't always a drunk. Maybe, in the beginning, he tried to help the tributes. But then it got unbearable. It must be hell to mentor two kids and then watch them die. Year after year after year. I realize that if I get out of here, that will become my job. To mentor the girl from District 12. The idea is so repellent, I thrust it from my mind (HG.306).

I think of Haymitch, with all his money. What did his life become? He lives alone, no wife or chil- dren, most of his waking hours drunk. I don't want to end up like that (HG.311).

His character has changed so completely to someone I don’t recognize in sotr and all of this was done to simply include a 16 year old girlfriend 24 years dead. Haymitch never needed a girlfriend to be obsessed over for he rest of his life to explain why he was single when we know from Katniss’ own fears and Haymitch’s personal experiences why he never found a wife or had kids; his own family was stripped from him as punishment and being a victor does not guarantee your children’s safety.

So how is 25 years of mental exhaustion and pain not enough of a motivation for him to rebel against the Capital with everyone else? Why add Lenore that not only strips his motive away but also his lived experiences? I’m not even going to get into all the propaganda stuff because it’s all badly done/stupid since we know the Capital is already chock full of propaganda.

I feel like we could have very plausibly gotten a novel based on early days of the rebellion but it could never be Haymitch’s games. It actually would have been a lot more compelling and make more sense plot wise I’d say we had: a book set maybe on the 60th hunger games?

A set of tributes from district 12, we’d get to see Haymitch relatively towards the earlier days of his mentoring career (maybe see how his mental state is doing and how he’s slowly deteriorating with the loss every year). Have these two tributes be an early spark for the rebellion. Maybe they could do something like trying to blow up an arena in their games and Snow has them targeted and killed (like he would have with Haymitch in sotr if he didn’t have plot armour).

We know district 12 hadn’t had a single victor in between Haymitch, Katniss and Peeta. So show us a book where we know for the entire time that we’re reading it that the tributes whose point of view we are focusing on are not going to win. Show us how another death impacts Haymitch and maybe after 10 years of watching two kids die he locks himself in his house and drowns himself with alcohol.

The thing is a good story does still exist in this universe, but the author has given up.

#spoilers #character assassination #haymitch abernathy #hunger games #sunrise on the reaping #sunrise on the reaping spoilers #anti sotr

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brotherwtf · 8 months ago

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re mota rewatch

"Egan wouldn't let us ship it to your folks, kept saying I expect him back, my buddy's just MIA" CRAZY WORK BY THE FUCKING WAY

it's also fucking crazy how Gale looks even more melancholy and in love looking at that damn lucky deuce than when he looks at the straight up picture of Marge, something happened to you while you were overseas major? AND HE PUTS IT IN HIS DAMN POCKET? A REMINDER/HOPE THAT HES STILL ALIVE? THAT HES GOING TO COME BACK? SICK ACTUALLY

also the scene where Bucky puts up the flag never fails to make me fucking sob, the emotion is so fucking palpable, the terror, the fear is almost fucking over, all of the shit they went through, it could be done, everything they fought for was actually for something as opposed to nothing, it's such a good fucking scene

IVE ALREADY FUCKING WROTE A DRABBLE ABOUT THIS BUT THE FUCKING "YOU HEARD ME THE FIRST GODDAMN TIME GALE" SCENE IS SO FUCKING CRAZY TO ME you can see the relief on Gale's face, the bite of his lip to hide anything more than a relieved smile, and it's the first time (I think someone fact check me on this) that John actually calls Gale by his name, and it's all just to show that he made it back, he survived, and he's back, he's back with Gale

and the end of the war scene is also so beautifully melancholy, life of the party John Egan decided to spend the evening with Gale, somewhere quiet, that damn control tower, sharing a drink with the person he cares about the most, it's so sweet and heartbreaking at the same time how much the war changed them, how much they truly have changed

there's a little exchange that I'm probably reading too much into but when John asks Gale if he's ready to see Marge, Gale kind of laughs, shakes his head, like Johns asking something sarcastic, and I just think that's fucking crazy

and the fucking fact that John was right, he and Gale were the last B-17s in the air, it was Gale flying it, right alongside him, God it's enough to make me curl up and weep

the end credits of this will never fail to make me cry, it made my dad break down and sob when we first watched it together and it still makes me cry, the violin version of the opening theme, something melancholic and reflective, oh my God and that final picture of the real John Egan and Gale Cleven? head in my hands I'm gonna be sick

and that has been my mota rewatch!! be on the lookout for a full post mortem later where I fully debrief 🥰🥰

#clegan #mota #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven

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ilguna · 10 months ago

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☼ too close pt2 (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; it's been a month since Finnick's seen you, and yet he's still having dinner with his ex-girlfriend, making excuses on why you haven't shown up. he can't stomach it anymore, though. he needs to come clean.

warnings; swearing,

wc; 2.5k

notes; highly requested!!

part one.

It ends tonight.

Finnick knows he’s said it about a dozen times at this point, but he really can’t continue to lie his way through the situation anymore. Every week when another dinner rolls around, he swears it’s going to be the last time he comes up with an excuse to Annie and Rain on why you can’t attend.

He means it this time.

It’s been a month since he’s seen his best friend. That’s thirty days too long. The truth is he should’ve fixed everything the day after you told him how you feel. He should’ve gone home that night and called Annie to tell her the truth about the engagement. He should’ve showed up at your door the next morning with an apology on his tongue.

And he didn’t do any of that. At the moment, all of his emotions were too raw, he wasn’t ready to deal with it. Annie had finally told him she missed him, which felt like a dream come true. It was a sign the past eight months weren’t for nothing, he knew it was a matter of time before she came back to him.

She said so herself, he was the best boyfriend she could’ve asked for. She said he’d been amazing to her, he’d given her everything she wanted. The only real issue they had between them was the fact they didn’t share the same interests. Which he worked hard to change, and he practiced that in the pretend relationship he had with his best friend.

Finnick was on a high, under the impression Annie was going to leave Rain. It never crossed his mind that he was damaging you. In his defense, he thought you were on board with what was happening. You never told him otherwise. You agreed to help him. Which is why he has a hard time taking responsibility for the outcome of that night.

Maybe he should have considered your feelings more deeply when he went to you with the idea in the first place. Maybe you should’ve told him to find someone else because you weren’t comfortable doing it.

When you handed his family’s engagement ring back to him and confessed your love, it was a nightmare coming true. He never really considered the possibility, because you’d been friends since high school. If you liked him more than a friend, he thought you might’ve told him sooner.

It felt like a scene out of a movie. Finnick was put into a position he’d never pictured himself having to deal with before. He didn’t know how to react to you telling him you loved him, besides remembering the original agreement. You promised him nothing would change between you two if you pretended to be his fiancee.

And that’s all he could think about on the drive home.

What he failed to realize up until recently is that you’ve been bottling those feelings for a long time. By the sounds of it, it started at least when he and Annie had begun dating. So, he did the math, and the time has by far been one of the hardest pills to swallow during this past month.

It came out to two and a half years.

It’s no wonder why you were so upset, why you couldn’t stomach it anymore. He would go crazy, too, watching someone he loved get stuck on another relationship. If they asked him to act as their fiance for months on end, while they were completely oblivious of how he felt.

Finnick sighs, twisting the heirloom engagement ring between his thumb and forefinger. A week prior, Annie noticed it was sitting in the bathroom in a jewelry bowl you made for him. It’s in the shape of a seashell to match a theme you picked out for him. You’d gotten tired of almost losing your jewelry down his sink, so that was the solution.

Annie brought it out to Finnick, asking why you didn’t have it with you. Or actually, why you didn’t have it on your finger. Her tone of voice rubbed him the wrong way, as if you were a shitty fiancee, implying you were forgetful. He got snappy back, telling her that he wanted to get it cleaned for you because the polish was old and wearing off.

In reality, he’d made a habit of playing with it when he thought of the different ways he could apologize to you and mend the broken friendship. Rain took the ring from Annie, inspected it, and then offered for his brother to make it look brand new, if Finnick wanted. He accepted, Rain dropped the ring into a tiny velvet bag he had on him for occasions like these—apparently he does this often for friends—and took it.

Finnick just got it back tonight, and he’s already back to messing with it.

He gently sets the ring down on the table, using his hand to cover it from his sight. He turns his attention to the plate in front of him, finding the dinner Annie cooked and brought over. She’s not the best chef, but there was one recipe she perfected. By coincidence, it was his favorite home cooked meal his mother used to make on special occasions.

He’s had a couple of bites from his plate, but it doesn’t taste the way it used to when he was dating her. In fact, it’s worse. He’s already lost his appetite. He was hoping Rain was going to cook like he said he was, Annie must’ve overruled him. Maybe this is supposed to be another sign from her, telling him that she misses him.

Finnick doesn’t care.

“When do you think (Y/n)’s coming back from her trip?” Rain asks politely, pushing the buttery rice around his plate with a fork. Not even he’s hungry for what she made.

“Soon.” Finnick says, taking a breath to say something more, maybe about how she’s enjoying her parents’ company too much, but the words don’t come out. All it’ll be is another lie.

“Really?” Annie asks, face twisting. “You said that she would be home sometime this week, before the dinner.”

“Did I?” Finnick asks, eyebrows drawing in. He doesn’t even remember what they had for dinner last week, much less the lies he told. Or if any of it was mixed with the truth. How did you manage to keep Annie and Rain convinced you two were engaged for so long? It’s exhausting.

“Yes, Finnick.” Annie’s frustrated, he can tell by the way she shakes her head when she speaks. And the use of his name. “You told me that she’d be here tonight. That’s why I made so much food.”

She motions to the different dishes laid across the center of his dining room table. Earlier, when she and Rain were setting them down, all Finnick could think about was how much leftovers there would be. How much he’d be forced to take and throw away later, because her food doesn’t reheat well.

This makes Finnick remember a time where Rain told him how thankful he was that you would give them the leftovers. The less he had to eat Annie’s food, the better. Finnick knows he felt the same at one point. Once he started to eat your cooking, he forgot about how horrible he had it for over a year. He’d even gained some weight back.

“Oh, well—” Finnick starts.

“I tried to give her a call.” Annie places her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her palm. “I wanted to ask myself because you’ve been so dodgy, but she doesn’t pick up. Or answer any of my texts. I’ve sent her easily a hundred now, trying to get together with her for a girls night if she doesn’t want to do a couples dinner. Still no answer. It’s kinda rude of her.”

Finnick presses his lips together. You probably blocked her after the first couple of messages and calls. Like you did to him. He tried to reach out when he got his head screwed on right, and you were reading the texts at first. And then you stopped, it’s all just left on delivered now.

“She’s not obligated to answer you, babe.” Rain tells Annie.

“I would think so, since we’re friends.” She rolls her eyes, sitting back in the chair. “If the roles were reversed, I’d hope she would check on me.” Annie puts her hand on top of Rain’s. “Which is why I’ve decided that we’re going to stop by her house later this week to see her in person.”

Finnick makes a face, Annie catches it before he can relax.

“Why’d you look at me like that?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He tells her. “If she wanted to talk to you, she would.”

“Finnick, respectfully, I really don’t care what you think.” She waves her hand. “I’m tired of the excuses every week. First it was that she was sick, and then she made other plans, and now she was on a week and a half trip. You told me she’d be here today, and you don’t even remember it.”

“Is she mad at us?” Rain asks.

“No.” Finnick shakes his head. “No, she’s fine.”

“Then where is she?” Annie asks. “Because you’re clearly lying.”

Finnick sucks in a breath, holding it. He’s caught. Annie can see right through his lies better than anyone. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been doing some investigating in the background. The only reason why she didn’t figure out the engagement was because you noticed how observant she could be, she likes to be correct.

“Not…” Finnick starts, trailing off. He doesn’t want to do this. He would rather hide. “Not everything is what it seems between (Y/n) and I.”

“What do you mean?” Annie asks.

He averts his eyes. “We’ve been having problems. I haven’t seen her in a couple of weeks, since the last time we all had dinner together.”

The room gets quiet, Rain is the first to speak. “Why?”

“We’re—uh—we’re at different places right now.” Finnick stutters. “You know.”

“No, I don’t know.” Annie’s eyes have narrowed.

“Is it the engagement? You two did kinda jump the gun on it.” Rain says.

“Yes.” Finnick says, almost going in the right direction. “Yes, we don’t think we’re ready for that quite yet. It was the wedding planning, it was freaking her out.”

“That’s not it.” Annie says. “Come on, Finnick.”

“Well… it’s not completely a lie.” He reasons, swallowing hard. “We’re definitely not ready for that type of commitment.”

Finnick cringes inwardly, did he really just say that? Commitment? As if Annie didn’t say the exact same thing to him? He’s using his past breakup to get him out of this conversation faster. Pathetic.

“Why?” Annie emphasizes.

Finnick opens his mouth, and then closes it. “We weren’t actually engaged.” He says slowly, as if it’ll make him feel better. He can feel his face getting hotter, thinking about what to say next, the why. Is the air conditioning even working in his apartment? “I asked her to pretend to be my fiancee because…”

The words won’t come out.

“Because?” Annie prompts.

“Because,” Finnick swallows hard, “I had feelings for you. I loved you. When you told me that you were dating Rain, I was jealous. And so I asked (Y/n) to be my fiancee, I wanted you to regret leaving me.”

“Uh…” Rain lets out, disturbed. He looks between Annie and Finnick, clearly not liking the conversation. “Maybe we should leave.”

Annie holds up a hand to silence her boyfriend. “You wanted to make me jealous? Why would you think we’d get back together?”

“That doesn’t matter.” Finnick tells her. He’s beginning to feel better, like the weight of the lie has already been lifted off his chest. “I don’t feel that way anymore.” He gets to his feet. “If this mess has taught me anything, it’s that you’re not worth it.”

“What?” Annie asks, standing up from her chair. “I’m not worth it?”

Finnick ignores her, looking at Rain. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I actually intended on forcing her to break up with you. And I agree, you should probably leave.” He turns his head to eye Annie. “It was a mistake trying to keep you in my life, Annie.”

Annie flinches as if a pot of boiling hot water has been thrown on her. “A mistake? You just said you were trying to get me back? You’ve already changed your mind?”

“Annie.” Rain says, still seated.

Finnick’s expression is filled with disgust. “Why do you care? You’ve got your boyfriend right next to you.” He reminds her. “I have missed (Y/n) more than I ever missed you. I would rather have her in my life. She actually makes me happy. You made me miserable.”

—

Finnick adjusts the vase of flowers, arranging them to face the front door for when you answer. He was lucky there was still a florist open tonight, since tomorrow is a holiday, almost every place was closing early. It didn’t help that Annie had a meltdown in his dining room, it took both Rain and Finnick to get her out of the house.

Finnick had to promise to give Rain his dishware back later this week. He doesn’t think they’re going to stay together for much longer. Especially considering that Annie admitted she was thinking about leaving Rain soon. If it wasn’t awkward before in the room, it was after that.

He takes a breath, raising his fist to knock on your door.

He can do this.

Finnick knocks three times, and then takes a step back to wait. It feels weird being back here after being away for so long. A month was definitely too long. He wouldn’t blame you if you took a look through your window and decided he wasn’t worth your time. If you did, he’d leave you alone.

The lock on the door turns, he can hear it. All of what he rehearsed comes back to him in one giant wave, overwhelming him instantly. By the time the door opens fully, his mind blanks and his mouth goes dry.

His heart jumps at the sight of you, and then sinks when he realizes how tired you are. The flowers lower in his hands, lips downturning. “I am so, so sorry (Y/n).” Finnick says quietly. “I never meant to hurt you this deeply.”

“I know.” You tell him.

“I never should’ve asked you to do that. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea. I just—”

“You were in love.” You say. “People do stupid things when they’re in love.”

Finnick shakes his head. “You’re not stupid.”

Your face twists suddenly, “I feel like it.”

“You’re not. You’re human.” Finnick says. “We’ve known each other for a long time. It was bound to happen.”

“Yeah.”

“I miss you.” Finnick murmurs. “I got these for you.”

You push your door open a little further, allowing him to see inside. “You wanna come in so we can talk about it?”

“Yes.” Finnick comes closer. “Thank you.”

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Bakugou has a crush on popular!fem!Senpai!reader. I love the idea of him trying to keep up with his senpai (senpai has no idea about his feelings, of course). maybe a little angst and where senpai's male classmates know about his feelings but don't see him as a threat because they think it's just puppy love and don't take him seriously

i took it in a slightly different direction, but hope it still holds up. kept the themes the same at least! 1st year bakugou/3rd year reader, puppy love, that sort of thing. tried to honor the angsty part, too. hope this does the job!

warnings. heavy alcohol consumption, suggestive petting details. sfw / nsfw to follow in p.2 / some suggestive petting / afterparty/houseparty / shadowing / mentor!reader / 3rdyear!reader / 'unrequited' love / puppy love / bakugou being a lightweight / sweaty bakugou / 1.6k words 🤍 scenario series. i have so much bakugou, please go check all of those scenarios out! / there will be a part 2 to this! / bakugou headcanons more links. my ao3

*shadow week: when a student follows and observes a third-year for a short period of time, such as a day or a week, for training purposes

The afterparty was much more crowded than you realized; the usual rule against first-years had been reversed in the spirit of shadow week. Right on the coattails of that stiff internship mixer, it was a pretty fitting way to finish out the week.

With the addition of a more excitable crowd, the general vibe was intense, loud, and near dizzying. It wasn't really your style.

You opted for watching, nursing something strong. Dancing, screaming, and the like was better far away. You didn't have the energy tonight, but you needed to make sure your shadow got to see what something like this entailed so the tradition might live after your class graduates.

Of course, you lost him almost immediately. He was steaming, almost itching to get away from you as he had been all week. The randomization process of choosing Mentors and Shadows faired unfavorable to you, because you couldn't have asked for a more difficult person to train.

It was an hour in and you still sat in your spot, surrounded by your closer friends who shared the same temperament about tonight in particular. Some normally big personalities took it easy in the presence of the younger crowd.

Togata settled in next to you with a big sigh.

"What's cookin' good lookin'?"

Your snort turned into an actual laugh. That's how you knew you were feeling it.

"Nothing much," You glanced around the room, half-concerned about your Shadow, "You seen that Bakugou kid?"

Togata rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"Probably left as soon as he realized a 'rager' meant a good time."

You both shared a chuckle and went on to talk about anything else.

Bakugou did, in fact, have a different idea of what this afterparty was going to be like. But his inhibitions had melted away long ago when he, unknowingly, began to drink a loaded cup.

He had inadvertently pissed off the guy in charge of the cooler with his usual attitude, and got himself the nastiest-tasting diet coke imaginable.

Bakugou didn't know any better. He believed this was a new disgusting flavor the Coca-Cola company came out with on the tails of their coffee bullshit, so something reminiscent of cinnamon didn't set off any red flags.

Thanks to this drink, easier to get down by the minute, he did seem to be having a better time at the party than he thought he would.

For a while, after the buzz melted away his better judgement, he searched for you, but quickly became distracted when he found some of his peers dancing fervently to a karaoke song.

The sight of Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari going crazy to a shitty, dated pop song made a rare grin spread over his face. It felt funny smiling, so he laughed and the unfamiliar sound from behind them caught their attention.

They all looked relieved to see him, somewhat amused, in on a joke he didn't quite understand.

Sero laughed after he greeted them and exchanged charged looks with Kaminari-

"Dude-haha, Bakugou-- what's up with you-?" Kaminari giggled under his hand.

Everyone was laughing, the music was so loud, and he felt good.

"I dunno!" He yelled and swung to grab Sero's shoulder.

The tallest of them flinched embarrassingly hard with a short, alarmed noise, but was met with droves of laughter from the rest of his friends. Bakugou was the loudest among them.

He had to catch his breath and leaned back with a hand on his neck. He raked his hands through his hair, a little dizzy, a little heavy, and somewhat confused, "Fuck! I feel so good!!"

His eyes were big as he finished his cup. Kirishima grabbed it from him after he was done and smelled it. He muttered something under his breath, but nobody saw.

"Yeeesss!! I fucking LOVE this song ohmygod," Bakugou belted, but hardly even loud compared to the booming bass behind him.

His well-muscled arms dropped, and he turned with vigor and pointed glee to the first person he saw.

It briefly occurred to him that something wasn't right. The way his perception grew fuzzy wasn't normal but he couldn't keep a worried thought for long enough to actually get worried.

You were leaning against the counter from your barstool. You looked mellowed- buzzed, and relaxed. Your crooked smile was partial to Togata, the big, burly blond consistently at your side. You shared a slow, intimate conversation that Bakugou very much wanted a part of.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, dodging a supportive hand from Kirishima, and stumbled towards the two highest ranking in the room.

He approached faster than he intended.

His hands landed to catch himself on your parted lower thighs, but he was heavier under the influence and leaned a little far forward. There were about ten of you swirling around the room.

Your stomach pooled with a warm, fast buzz that spread a blush from ear to ear.

Bakugou was coated in a thin layer of musky sweat, no doubt from the combination of his loaded drink and intense dancing.

He was panting softly, eyes lidded when he caught himself on you, his handsome, chiseled face tilted in a drunken daze. Your heart was beating between your legs as you looked each other up and down simultaneously.

Oooh, man.

You hardened up, just a little, and cocked your head to the side, "You feelin' alright, bud?"

Your hand raked through his sweaty, spiky hair, and his entire body shifted to that side. He hummed, smiling, and gripped your plush thighs harder. Fuck, you were warm, and strong; he wanted to fall asleep here.

A larger, scarred hand grabbed the first-year's shirt.

"I think he's had too much."

You looked up at Togata, radiating irritation with a face that didn't match. Your stomach twisted again and you shifted in your seat, which in turn shifted Bakugou.

As he moved to pull Bakugou off, you got another whiff of that sweet smell. That must've been from his Quirk, afterall.

Your head fell back with a sigh while he was beginning to be escorted away by a kind, although a little patronizing, Togata.

Bakugou popped him with a shout and you jumped up- thankfully most people were also screaming to the song, which helped to soften the blow of the tense scene playing out in front of you.

"You need to leave, kid," The older of the two asserted, despite the singe on his shoulder from where he was pushed.

The both looked frilled and ready to make a scene.

Bakugou squinted up at him.

Before he could spit out a horrible insult, or threat, or anything else bubbling beneath the surface, you placed your hand on his wavering shoulder and took up the space in his vision in front of Togata.

"Hey," You said gently, eyes dodging around his very clear signs of heavy drinking, "Hey--,"

"Hey," It sounded almost like a question coming out of his mouth.

Togata moved back. This was something out of his jurisdiction; you were technically in charge of the kid, anyway.

Knotted muscles loosened against your touch, heavy and uneven. He watched, focusing and then glazed again on your pretty bottom lip. It was quiet for a moment between you.

His infatuation; your concern.

"Have you been drinking?"

He shook his head, concern on his brow for a moment-- but it disappeared in a moment's notice. It almost didn't make sense; you tossed the idea that he didn't want to tell you, but then you made the realization of what had actually happened as he swayed, entranced under your gaze.

"Let's…" Your brow furrowed and you glanced around, "Let's get you back to your room."

You wore a distrustful, upturned expression at the sea of patrons. His redhead friend jogged by your side for a moment, about to ask where you were going, but instead of answering, you took the cup out of his hand and threw it in the trash on your way out.

Somebody thought it'd be funny to get some first-years shit-faced. Normally you'd agree about it humorous quality, but this was your shadow. Technically your responsibility for the week.

From the looks of it, he had never touched alcohol before.

It was a cool and breezy walk back to his dorm building. The quiet night gave you space to slow for a while, ask some questions.

"How are you feeling?"

He was out of breath just walking. His stammered for a moment but didn't notice. "Good…good-good, really great."

The anger he usually wore was practically a memory now. His small, permanent frown was the only reminder.

It took 6 minutes for what would've been a 3-minute walk. His hand missed the handle to open the door and you had to catch him, then twist to open it yourself. He didn't help you at all even though you suspected he had the capacity to.

"Alright," You strained, arms locked under his- he was incredibly dense, impossibly warm, and at the moment, very lazy. He melted into you at an awkward angle, breath dancing against the shell of your ear.

Getting him all the way up the stairs was going to take a million years.

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