#sometimes in the middle of the night he’ll knock it over completely

[supurrb]

he keeps knocking this chair down due to being TOO big to be on it but by god will he keep jumping up anyways

[cheriden]

˙ . ˚ ₊ 「 liar, liar 」 ꜝꜝ

“ "Thought people wanted college to be over. Looks like they never want to let go.” Soobin jokes. You look down, swaying your feet out of shame for being one of those people.��

── synopsis 。yeonjun drags you to a party and you get caught up in the middle of truth-or-dare.

pairing 。best friend!yeonjun x reader x friend!soobin

.ᐟ genre 。angst (yeonjun) and sort-of fluff (soobin) (and eventual smut)

.ᐟ tags 。yeonjun is an asshole, making out, college au, miscommunication/arguing because none of them want to compromise, i love soobin, drinking and party games

.ᐟ status & word count 。two-parts | 1.73k | masterlist

part 1 | yeonjun's ending | soobin's ending

.ᐟ warnings/notes 。 i did not proofread what's new! reader is gender neutral BUT will be afab once the smut comes along. poll at the end<3

“And if I don’t enjoy it?” You argue, to which the other whines and pulls you next to him. “You will, trust me on this.”

You would, except he promised you the same thing the past three parties ago. 

Yeonjun has been your best friend since diapers— a result of your parents being friends, and though you’d usually say he has your best interests at heart, sometimes his own precedes yours. He tries to get you into new things—clubbing, raving, organizations that require you to be social; you could really see how hard he tries to gain shared hobbies with you. 

Admittedly, it’s a bit unfair for him. He participates in all your activities, no matter how boring they get; and he enjoys them, so much so that he’d come to introduce you to his friends with similar pastimes. Which is why you’re here, but you can’t deny how tired you get of his social scene. It’s a bit too fast and loud for your liking, a point made as the both of you make your way through the sweaty crowd, Yeonjun greeting (screaming) at every familiar person he comes across. He guides you by the hand into the kitchen area, scoping the rest of the scene out. He says he’ll be right back, though it usually takes him 30 minutes to do so. He also says you can come with him. You shake your head and hoist yourself up the counter, palming the pockets of your clothing. You realize Yeonjun kept your phone in his bag. You grumble, mentally preparing to search for him, but the ocean of bodies is getting more violent as the night goes on. With a sigh, you pace around the empty area. You rummage through the cupboards and the fridge, only they’re all completely empty. You’d assume the drink table was somewhere off the side of the living room, and all you do is walk through the barren space. A knock is heard on the doorframe, and you look up to see one of Yeonjun’s friends. 

Soobin is one of the people in his close circle who keeps to himself, and he’s the one you share most in common with. “I’m guessing he hauled you to one of these again.” He comments, sitting on the counter next to you. “I didn’t know there were so many graduation parties to attend in a row.” You mumble. The other laughs, playing with the solo cup in his grasp. “Me neither. Thought people wanted college to be over. Looks like they never want to let go.” You look down, swaying your feet out of shame for being one of those people. You know the reason is childish and troublesome, embarrassingly cliche—but you’ll miss the proximity you share with your friends, namely Yeonjun. Skipped classes and free periods will no longer have you meet each other, to be replaced with a nine-to-five and what’s most probably a dead-end career in different areas of the city as the best case scenario. “Might as well enjoy it before the graduation ceremony, right?” You peruse, nudging his side. Soobin furls his eyebrows “You enjoy sitting here, bored out of your mind?” Rolling your eyes, you get on your feet and extend your hands to the blond. He raises an eyebrow, but can’t contain the smile on his face when he takes your hand in his. 

“I think we’ve made a big mistake.” Soobin whispers, watching the host explain the game. The two of you were stumbling around the house before you were pulled in by a group of strangers, forced to sit down. “We know how to play truth or dare, idiot.” Yeonjun groans across you, uninterested. “Can’t we just play regular spin the bottle or something?” One of his friends chuckle beside him, “So we can all get an STD from you? Yeah, no thanks.” The two argue even more, before the host shakes his head and tells them to shut up. “Let’s just start, okay?” The circle nods, and the bottle twirls around the carpeted floor. 

It lands on Yeonjun—and you have to physically restrain yourself from looking annoyed at the amount of fake ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’ that come next. “Yeonjun,” The boy sings, "I dare you to kiss who you think is the hottest person in the room.” The brunette raises his hand, but is shut down. “No, you can not kiss yourself.” With a pout, Yeonjun stalks forward, earning a flinch from you. His gaze flickers to yours for a moment, but your incessant heartbeat suddenly drops when he swivels his head to kiss the person beside you. 

You gulp, and take in one long breath. It seems like forever, you watching him kiss someone else right in front of you. Your eyes are wide, gripping the hem of your bottoms as he pulls away slowly, smirk etched onto his lips as he wipes the string of saliva off it. You’re stuck staring at nothing for minutes, occasionally taking sips of your beer and glancing at Yeonjun to see him unbothered and carefree. His expression makes your stomach ill (though half of it is due to your drinking),  and you’re about to excuse yourself when the snout of the bottle lands on your feet. All of them are watching you, including the brunette’s curious ones. You take a deep breath, and plop down onto the cushion. The girl who’s up to dare you smiles, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I dare you to kiss the person that means the most to you.” But everyone here knows who means the most to you. “Why are we playing truth or dare if everyone’s just gonna be kissing each other anyway.” You deflect with a false laugh, but all the girl does is shrug. “Dunno—still a dare though, isn't it?” You weigh your options. If you did decide to kiss Yeonjun, you’re pretty sure your friendship would be over. If you flee, you’ll not only become virgin-coward-of-the-year, but it’d still be pretty obvious why you ran away. 

But you, in your semi-intoxicated and pressured mind, decide on the third option: Kiss Soobin. He stutters when he feels your lips on his, his hands shooting up in response. You contemplate ending your life there and then, but are surprised when he reciprocates by grabbing your waist and deepening the kiss. Soobin threads his tongue through your mouth and moves his fingers up to your face, cupping the cheeks. He’s warm and sweet and sends tingles all over your body—it’s only when you need to breathe that you separate from him, panting. Though your eyes are still locked into his, you can gauge the reaction of those around you through your peripheral vision: utter shock. It’s this realization that makes you whip your head to none other than Yeonjun, who gets up to tug you with him. “Okay, that’s enough. You’ve hit your limit and we need to get you home.” The group’s protests and boos go in one ear and out the other, as you’re dragged by the arm out onto the porch. Agitated, you shove him away. “What’s your problem? You’re the one who made me go to this stupid party.”

“You’re kissing strangers, get yourself together.” You look at him incredulously. “Soobin is not a stranger, he’s your best friend.”

“He’s a stranger to you. How could you even say he means the most to you when it's so obviously me?” Turning away from him, you hand your head up into the sky. “How full of yourself—and where was this concern during the parties where you left me alone? You didn’t even bring me home half of the time, Soobin did.” “Is that what this is about? You’re getting back at me for that?” You groan, rubbing your hands across your face. “It’s not that–” “Is it payback because I didn’t kiss you?” Laughing in astonishment, you point an accusatory finger at him. “You narcissistic asshole! Not everything's about you! Why would I be jealous of that?” The smug look on his face is nearly enough to send you over the edge, but his next words solidify it. “Because you’re in love with me.” You hide your guilt with a look of repulsion, expressions eerily similar to one another. “Now why would I fall in love with an egocentric, reckless, douchebag?” You spoke, tone dim and low. “Why are we even friends when all you’ve done  is disregard my feelings to fit in with your standards?” Yeonjun buries his face in his hands, muttering. “It's because our parents forced us to. I try so hard to make you feel included, to invite you to everything;” He pauses, narrowing his eyes at you, “But you always wallow in your own sadness and loneliness that you don’t even fucking try.” You scoff, “Try? I’ve done nothing but try ever since you decided you were too cool to hang out with me in highschool.” Crossing your arms, you keep your gaze pinned to the ground and sway back and forth. “I’m fine the way I am. The truth is, you don’t accept me for me. Why would I make the effort?” Now he scoffs, forcing you to face him. “That’s how the world works, you can’t sit in solitude for the rest of your life. I’m helping you when the time comes that you’ll need to make that effort and I won’t be around to do it for you.” His words linger in the air for a few seconds. Deep down, you knew that neither of you would keep in touch if it weren't for academics and proximity. You’d become jaded by reaching out, and Yeonjun would get tired of responding. Solemnly, you turn your head up with your eyes closed. “I don’t need you to babysit me. Just fuck off and leave already.” His lips part in hurt and shock, unsure of what to say. “I don’t need your bullshit either.” He spits. “How could someone like me? How could anyone fall in love with someone as close-minded and pessimistic as you?”

He stomps off into his car, leaving you alone with your thoughts as the trees sway and the wind howls. There’s not a single star in the sky, and all you can do is sit on the stairs of the porch as crickets chirp and the house muffles the boom of the soundsystem.

[moon1833]

HAIKYUU! BOYFRIEND HEADCANNONS

Karasuno Edition

DAICHI

Classmates to lovers!

Secretly super nervous around you before you started dating.

The entire team knew he liked you before you did.

Hinata and Nishinoya would bordline harass you to come to practices and games.

Which resulted in Daichi yelling at them frequently.

Of course you came to the games though (you find him leading the time as really attractive too).

Ends up asking you out after you come to a match that they won (Suga pressured him).

He’s extremely chivalrous, insists on meeting your parents and opens every door for you.

Doesn’t make any moves on the first date because he doesn’t want to give you the wrong impression. (He really wanted to kiss you though).

You kiss him on the cheek after he drops you off.

Catches him completely by surprise.

You have your first kiss right before a game.

He was nervous, and you came to cheer him on.

You called him over to where you were sitting and kissed him.

“Good luck!” You called out as he was leaving, not missing how red his face was.

Tanaka and Noya were loosing their shit.

As a couple, you’re the team parents.

You always tired to help out with his caption duties, you knew it was stressful for him sometimes.

Leads to the team loving you.

Serious good cop/bad cop relationship.

You get Tanaka, Nishinoya and Hinata out of trouble whenever they do something stupid.

He loves you too much so he lets it slide (he can’t say no to you).

SUGAWARA

Love at first sight! (He fell first)

Brain turned to complete mush the first time he saw you.

Was sure he’d never see you again but he didn’t go up to you.

You ended up being Kageyama’s older sibling.

He still was too scared to make any moves.

You noticed him when Karasuno played Seijoh (season 1).

You approached him to tell him he played well, and told your brother he could learn a lot from him. (He blushed).

Kageyama is oblivious to his upperclassmen’s feelings. (Everyone else picked up on it the moment you started talking to him).

You thought him being on the bench but still making an effort to be the loudest person cheering on his team was really attractive.

You started picking up Kageyama from practices after school (you really just wanted to talk to Suga).

You thought you were being obvious about your feelings but the Kageyama facial expression™ is genetic.

His pining was becoming too much for the team to the point where Tanaka thought you were already dating.

Eventually gets to Kageyama.

He’s a little upset that he was the last person to figure it out (that Hinata beat him to it) but besides that he doesn’t care at all.

He thinks it’ll benefit his volleyball career, too, so it’s a win-win for him.

Flat out tells you Sugawara has feelings for you.

Part of you already knew, but you were elated.

Asked him to walk you home one day when there wasn’t practice.

“So, my brother tells me someone on your team had a little crush on me.” You loved seeing him get flustered.

He’s upset because he was in the middle of organizing the perfect way of confessing to you.

You end up at a cafe a little while later talking.

Tanaka and Noya were not so secretly spying on you both. (They took a picture of you guys with the flash on).

You thought it was funny.

Suga wanted to explode.

He walks you home, and you kiss him gently before walking into your house.

Kageyama was grouchy the whole night. (He’ll come around).

Kept PDA very light whenever you were around people.

However he’s super touchy in private.

Like he needs to be in contact with you to some degree at all times.

Always laying on you during movies and falling asleep half way through them.

Stopped having Suga over so much because whenever you did Kageyama would come into your room to talk about volleyball. (And he doesn’t knock)

ASAHI

Opposites attract!

You took interest in him first (he didn’t think someone as pretty as you wouldn’t be intimidated by him).

(You weren’t).

Started with you asking him for help in class.

You were pretty outgoing and spoke to everyone so he was surprised you went out of your way to talk to him.

He’s a complete mess around you.

You thought it was sweet.

You’re making every move if you want anything to happen (but you knew that).

Nearly died when you showed up to one of his games.

Nearly did again when you were gushing about how incredible he played.

Actually died when you asked if you could wear his jersey to the next game.

Died again when you did, the jersey being much too big for you. Seeing you in his clothes distracted him almost the entire time.

You end up telling him you like him one morning nonchalantly in the hallway when he was walking to class with you.

Wasn’t sure if he imagined it with how quick you said it.

“You do know I like you, right?”

“U-uh what?”

He’s nervous around you for months, barely initiating anything until he’s sure he won’t make you uncomfortable by accident.

Likes to lay on your chest while you braid his hair.

Still blushes from casual PDA. (He’s always pleasantly surprised you want to show off your relationship)

You pick fights with anyone who gossips about him being an intimidating guy.

“It’s not him you have to worry about, it’s me. So why don’t you say that to my face.”

He’s desperately trying to defuse the situation, but he loves how you defend him.

NISHINOYA

Childhood friends to lovers!

You’ve known him your whole life, but moved away for a few years in middle school.

You moved back in your second year of high school, reuniting with Noya.

He was different, but exactly the same.

You were adamant to not catch feelings, but you couldn’t help it.

The moment you were in his life again, he stopped obsessing over other girls. He didn’t realize it right away, but he knew he didn’t want you to think he didn’t prioritize you.

Forced you to come to every practice so he could walk you home.

Lines of friendship and something more kept getting blurred.

Randomly grabbing your hand when he’s excited.

Possessive, he gets sad if you don’t pay attention to him for a long time.

Genuinely fights off other guys.

He still doesn’t realize he likes you until Tanaka points it out.

Immediately confesses to you.

Dating him wasn’t much different than being his best friend, only now you were more affectionate.

Constantly napping together.

Brags about you to everyone.

Carries a photo book of you because he couldn’t decide on one picture for his wallet.

TANAKA

Matchmaker gone wrong!

Originally was attempting to set him up with Kiyoko (your best friend), but she wasn’t interested.

You two started getting closer even after you told him you didn’t think their plan was going to work.

Was starting to feel like he was only befriending you to get closer to Kiyoko, but he made a lot of effort to hang out with you.

Realized he was catching feelings for you when he would start to look for you in the crowd after each point he scored.

Did a 180 and went to Kiyoko for advice.

You were a little worried when they started getting closer, but your best friend insisted she had no romantic feelings for him.

Ends up confessing to you after a game. (Kiyoko’s idea).

He kinda screams it at you.

You thought it was cute, you kissed him to shut him up.

Parades you around to the team.

He’s protective, but when guys tell him he did a good job scoring you, he’ll just rant about how lucky he is.

He’s obsessed.

Like, genuinely obsessed with you. He proposed at your graduation. You told him ask you again in five years.

He does.

You say yes.

KAGEYAMA

Enemies to friends to lovers!

You both played volleyball in middle school, and you won “Player of the year” over him.

Rivalry started from there.

The girls team practiced in the same gym as the boys did so you were always trying to outdo each other.

When you’d play each other for practice matches you both would play exceptionally dirty.

Ended up at Karasuno because you got injured.

Became a manager for the boys team since the girls team wasn’t as serious and didn’t have a manager.

Had a small fight on both of your first days because he refused to work as a team.

You two could not get along so for the sake of keeping your job as a manager you just ignored him usually.

One game, a few members of the other team had made a few comments about you.

Conveniently, one of Kageyama’s serves in warmups nailed the guy in the face.

Was the first time he made you laugh.

Thought about it for a week.

Tried to make amends with you by showing he was sorry (he couldn’t say it).

Would ask you for tips on how to connect with his team as well as his form.

Admitted he thought you were a better player than him one night, you told him you most likely wouldn’t be able to play again.

Asked him to play for you, placing your hand on top of his.

He almost kissed you that night but he didn’t know how to and panicked.

You wanted him to.

Ended up tutoring him and Hinata, he started going to you for individual help.

Was worried you’d think he’s stupid.

You thought his focused face was adorable.

You were obviously in your feelings for him, but he was adamant that you wouldn’t like someone who struggles showing his emotions so much.

He didn’t think he’d be good enough for you and that you deserved better.

However, the idea of you with anyone else made him so unbearably mad he started putting effort into becoming what you need.

He struggled, but all you cared about was the effort.

Extremely flustered whenever you showed any kind of appreciation towards him.

Like he completely freezes up if you even hug him.

He warms up to physical affection quickly, he loved it from you, he just didn’t know how to return it.

Always falling asleep on top of you on bus rides.

He snores. Not loudly they’re more like sleeping sounds, but you tell him he snores.

Clingy in private.

Loves holding you but loves being held just as much. (He’ll never admit that, though).

YAMAGUCHI

Best friend’s sibling/secret relationship!

Yamaguchi had a crush on you the second he saw you for the first time when he was over at Tsukishima’s house.

He was sleeping over for the first time, and you were heading to the kitchen for a 1am snack while he was leaving the bathroom.

He knew Tsukishima had a sibling, but he had no idea what you looked like. He had no idea you were that beautiful.

You invited him to the kitchen with you for some food, he obliged because he wanted to talk to you.

You knew he was quiet so you did most of the talking, asking him questions.

“Your freckles are really cute, I wish I had freckles.”

No one had told him that before.

He remembered that for months.

Tsukishima knew something was up right away, but he didn’t say anything to Yamaguchi.

He was more worried about you, so he told you to “leave his friends alone”.

You didn’t

You saw Yamaguchi in school occasionally, always going out of your way to say hi (when Tsukishima wasn’t there).

After beating Shiratorizawa, you texted him congratulations.

You both kept texting from there, then calling.

You started asking him for help with homework, claiming your brother was unhelpful (you knew the work).

You started meeting up at the library, both of you mutually deciding not to tell Tsukishima.

After a few weeks of longing stares and lingering touches, you caved.

He was explaining a math problem to you, you were practically shoulder to shoulder, and he looked so adorable trying to dumb down the equation.

You weren’t thinking, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

You pulled back, apologizing, but Yamaguchi had a shy smile on his face.

“Can you do that again?”

Kept it a secret, only meeting at his house. (His mother understood)

Tsukishima found out after walking in on you both making out while Yamaguchi was sleeping over.

“Do you want ice cream?”

He did not care.

Only told you to stay away from his friends because he didn’t think you liked Yamaguchi.

He trusted you both to be respectful and if things did end to keep it civil.

His only wish was he did not want to hear a thing about you from Yamaguchi.

He loves to cuddle with you.

He’ll initiate a lot more physical affection when you’re by yourselves, but in public he gets too nervous.

Doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable ever.

Also not huge on PDA.

Loves giving you forehead kisses.

Akiteru saw Yamaguchi with a hickey before he knew you were dating and congratulated him.

Akiteru did not know you were dating for months.

That wasn’t intentionally, everyone just forgot to tell him.

Tsukishima gave a legendary best man speech at your wedding.

TSUKISHIMA

Enemies to lovers!

The first day you met Tsukishima, you thought he was annoying and needed to be put in his place.

So, you did.

Any insult he said (whether it was directed at you or not) was retorted by you in seconds.

He didn’t expect that from you (it intoxicated him).

Being friends with Yamaguchi, you were almost always around.

He called you a pest.

You called him a loser.

And so on.

LOTS of tension.

Both of you always glaring (staring) at each other to the point all your friends think you’re together in some shape, way or form.

Both of you could not get the other out of each other’s head.

Both of you think it’s because the other is just so annoying.

Until Tsukishima has a dream about kissing you.

Now that’s all he can think about.

He starts ignoring you because he’s mad at his own feelings and he’s starting to feel like he has no self control around you.

You notice it immediately, he no longer picked on you or teased you at all.

Instead of being relieved like you thought you should be, you’re rather sad.

About a week goes by, and eventually your mutual friends are sick of all the sulking you’re both doing.

Force you to talk to each other.

Ends up in a shouting match.

You call him a coward, and it strikes something in him.

Mid rant, he cuts you off by kissing you.

You kiss him back, finish your argument and go back to kissing him.

“Go out with me?” He mumbles against your lips.

“How chivalrous of you.”

The arguing doesn’t stop now that you’re together, it just leads to other things.

Surprisingly, Tsukishima is extremely emotionally mature when it comes to you.

He doesn’t want to loose you.

You’re his soft spot.

Like it’s so obvious and he almost wants everyone to know it. (He’d never admit it)

Not very possessive unless you’re uncomfortable.

No one was surprised when you got together.

Neither of you are huge on PDA.

Maximum affection you’ll show in public is hand holding.

He uses you as a human armrest occasionally.

“Hates” when you steal his clothes (he leaves them out for you.

You get along well with Akiteru, he loves you.

He’s out like a light if you play with his hair.

Holds you like a stuffed animal to sleep (he can’t sleep any other way).

Surprisingly soft.

Doesn’t say “I love you” for a while, but he does things to show it before he does.

HINATA

Sunshine x sunshine protector!

You grew up as Hinata’s #1 fan.

Helped him with his volleyball skills in middle school and so on.

You were always be his side and it was the same with him.

You’ll tease him of course, but anyone who underestimated him or was insulting him had to deal with you.

Tanaka and Noya call you “Hinata’s girlfriend” (they just think that and no one corrected them).

Started dating by accident.

Hanging out as friends was turning into something else.

Constant hand holding as well as hugs.

Were each other’s first kiss because he “wanted to know what it felt like”.

Kept kissing after that.

Eventually he just starts introducing you as his girlfriend.

“Shoyo, you just told them I’m your girlfriend.”

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“You never asked me to be your girlfriend.”

“Oh my god I forgot.”

Chaos everywhere you go.

He’s your best friend and your boyfriend.

He’s always getting you things.

Invites you to every game (you were going either way).

[tinytinyblogs]

Yeosang As Your Boyfriend

Boyfriend

(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%

Ateez masterlist here

Yeosang is a quiet and shy person. He is not the type to say "I love you" all the time. Instead, he shows his love through his actions. He is always there for you, no matter what. He listens to you when you need to talk. He makes you laugh when you're feeling down. He does little things to make your life easier, like making you breakfast in bed or running errands for you. He is always thinking of you, and he always puts your needs before his own.

Even after dating for a long time, he will still blush like a tomato when you give him a sudden kiss. It's like his heart is racing and he can't control his emotions. He might even stammer or stutter a bit as he tries to say something. But even though he's shy, he can't hide his feelings for you. But he can also be so clingy. When he's feeling cuddly, he'll shyly pull you in close. He might wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder. Or he might just sit next to you and hold your hand. He loves the feeling of being close to you, and he doesn't want to let you go. His shyness and clinginess are two sides of the same coin. He's so passionate about you, but he's also afraid of being hurt. So he hides his feelings behind a mask of shyness. But when he's feeling safe and secure, he lets his guard down and shows you how much he cares.

He prefers to call or come over in person rather than texting. He finds it easier to communicate his thoughts and feelings when he's talking to someone face-to-face. He also feels like he can build a stronger connection with someone when he's able to see their facial expressions and hear their tone of voice. If you text him and don't get a response, it's probably because he's busy or he doesn't have his phone with him. But if you don't hear from him for a few hours, you can expect him to knock on your door. He'll probably say something like, "I'm sorry I didn't text you back. I was in the middle of something and I didn't want to interrupt." He's not trying to be rude or dismissive. He just prefers to communicate in a way that he feels is more personal and meaningful. So if you're ever in doubt, just pick up the phone and call him. He'll be happy to hear from you.

“Are you okay? I heard you’re not feeling well.' You know, Yeosang can make your heart melt every single day. I’m not gonna lie. I mean, just look at him. He’s so kind and caring, and he always knows how to make you feel better. When you’re feeling sick, he’s the first one to bring you soup or make you a cup of tea. He’ll rub your back or forehead if you’re feeling feverish. He’ll even stay up with you all night if you can’t sleep. And it’s not just when you’re sick that he’s so thoughtful. He’s always thinking of you, and he always knows how to make you smile. He’ll surprise you with your favorite flowers or a thoughtful gift. He’ll cook you your favorite meal or take you on a romantic date. I’m telling you, Yeosang is the perfect boyfriend. He’s kind, caring, thoughtful, and he can make your heart melt every single day.

Yeosang is a confident guy, so he doesn't worry about you cheating on him. He knows that you're loyal to him, and he trusts you completely. However, he's also a bit of a tease, so he's going to make fun of you if someone flirts with you. He'll probably say something like, "Oh, so you're popular now, huh?" or "I guess I need to step up my game." when he saw you getting flustered by the other guy's flirting, he couldn't help but laugh. He tried to hold it in, but he just couldn't contain himself. Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore. You turned to Yeosang and said, "Shut up, Kang Yeosang." He just laughed and said, "I'm just kidding, babe. I couldn't help it." But sometimes he's also not afraid to show his jealousy. If he sees another guy flirting with you, he'll make it clear that you're his. He might give the guy a deathly glare, or he might even drag you away. He'll probably also say something like, "He's ugly. Don't talk to him."

Yeosang is a very private person. He doesn't like to share his emotions with others, especially when he's angry. So when he's mad, he'll just give you the silent treatment. He might also avoid you and other people. This can be frustrating, but it's also a sign that he's trying to calm down. If you're ever in a situation where Yeosang is giving you the silent treatment, it's important to give him space. Don't try to force him to talk. Just let him know that you're there for him when he's ready to talk. Eventually, Yeosang will come around and explain what he's mad about. And when he does, it's important to listen to him and try to understand his point of view. If you can do that, you'll be able to resolve the argument and move on.

There was a time when Yeosang felt insecure about whether he was good enough for you or if he was making you happy. He would sit really close to you, his hand on yours, and ask you what you thought about him being your boyfriend. You thought it was a silly question because you were so happy to have him.

[listenheresweaty]

c!wilbur X reader Headcanons

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this is stuff I had sent around as asks to old friends and am now posting— some additions have been made to the pogbur one.

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I believe Revivebur would not be able to handle flirting. I’m talking old-fashioned Victorian flirting: showing up at his house (Phil’s house, we all know the man is a squatter) with flowers, writing him poetry, kissing him on the back of the hand— you know.  it’s the one kind of flirting that would be most effective because he doesn’t know how to react to it. He can’t get his guard up on time, so he’s just left flabbergasted. Absolutely bamboozled, mouth open, eyes wide, completely stunned. The first time at least.  not that all the following times go any smoother for him.

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Pogtopia Wilbur finding love letters around his room in the ravine. Anonymous, always some sickly sweet poem. His first reaction is paranoia, then anger, then a mix of the two— who’s sending these? Are they joking? What are they planning?

But he can’t bring himself to throw them away. He keeps them stashed in his pockets and under his ratty mattress. As time goes on, he actually lets himself smile at the notes sometimes. Reread them, even, when he’s laying down on his bed with only a flickering lamp for company.

But he never tries to figure out who’s sending them. He avoids it, actually, in fear that it’ll become too real if he ever sees his admirer’s face. That if he finds out who it is, he’ll ruin that relationship too.

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thinking about revivebur and baths

in a completely sfw sense---- with the combination of water temperature and body heat, him taking a bath with his s/o must be very warm. thaws out any chill or ache from spending eons in limbo

its not much of a bath and more of a cuddle session while mostly submerged in hot water

you make up for pulling him out of the tub (which he sleepily protested) by wrapping him in a towel and drying off his hair, letting him go limp as he clings onto you, eyes closed as you rub the towel into his scalp

and afterwards, the feeling of being clean as he slips into bed? its heaven. best sleep he's gotten in a while. 

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Thinking about Lmanbur.

Finding wilbur asleep at his presidential desk and carrying him to his chambers despite being a little over half his height. Maybe he wakes up halfway to the room, and he’s just being carried around like a doll. Imagine if he flails around in surprise and ends up knocking the both of you over. 

S c a l p.        m a s s a g e s.  during the stressful time of the election

Imagine coming in late at night to find him still working at his desk. The two of you start talking, and you end up on the floor, sitting across from each other, toes touching and knees brought up to your chests (his back against his desk and yours against the wall). At one point he starts talking about the war, and it turns to him holding out his hands, palms facing up. You meet him in the middle, reaching out your own hands to hold his, gently tracing the scars. Eyes soft and downcast, he stares at his hands as you pet them, murmuring some quiet thoughts about the effects of the war and the difficulty of being president— the distant look in his eyes almost suggesting that he’s talking to himself. But then he looks up at you, face grim and tired and so worn, yet relieved that there’s at least one person he can be human with, without the constant fear of accidentally ruining their image of a confident, silver tongued president and revolutionary (no matter how hard you try and assure him that nobody would think less of him if he showed weakness for once– especially not tommy. But it's like talking to a brick wall). You hold your arms out, open, and he just pitches forward slowly, head coming to rest on your chest as he slumps against you. His hair tickles your face and you scrunch up your nose, running a hand through the brown curls to flatten them away from his face… which makes him sigh happily at the feeling and go limp. Eventually he falls asleep. 

Offering a kiss for every hour he sleeps and abstains from work. He sleeps for eight hours? Eight kisses in the morning! He sleeps for only three? Only three. Good incentive, but you can hardly convince yourself to stick to the plan and always end up giving him more kisses than he had “earned”-- because in reality he deserves all of them.

[fandomscraziness22]

Ooooo, blue salvia for literally whoever you want! I promise I'm going to watch Lockwood and Co next week while I'm on break, so it really is dealer's choice! I'll love it regardless!

hi my wonderful friend!! so i chose lockwood and co, slight book spoilers, in the hopes of hyping you up to watch the show! also i changed up the wording because i forgot what the actual prompt was lololol

SPOILERS FOR THE CREEPING SHADOW!!

blue salvia (i think of you) — “here. this made me think of you.”

Lucy’s been back at Lockwood and Co, back with George and Lockwood and Holly, for a few days now. After the dust settles on the creeping shadow case, the team has no choice but to relearn how to live together.

And Lucy isn’t quite sure if George is still mad at her or not.

Obviously, he isn’t mad enough to leave her and Lockwood hanging in the middle of a job, but in the quiet and calm of the aftermath, he’s been avoiding her. 

And it hurts, because she misses her best friend.

Lockwood is also her friend, but he’s different from George, and Lucy doesn’t really want to try and sort out her complicated emotions about their leader, so thinking about George is easier. But he skips out of the room when she enters, and he avoids eye contact at the dinner table, and he doesn’t crack quite as many jokes to her as he used to.

Just another thing Lucy broke after she left, she supposes. Her own damn fault. And now she’s got to pick up the pieces.

So she tries. She directs her questions to him, makes sure to include him in their planning, asks him about the food he’s making. 

Slowly, the frost melts between them, but George still hasn’t given her a full smile—the one she could count on to make her grin in return—and it’s driving her insane. Lucy has half a mind to corner him and demand he take her out for pizza so they can just talk and she can clear the air between them. She even asks Lockwood for help, but he simply shrugs and says, “He’ll come around, Luce. You’re family, and George doesn’t hold grudges against family.”

So she waits and she tries and if she maybe screams into her pillow one night because her friend can be simply infuriating? That’s her own business.

The last of her things arrive at Portland Row, and Lucy is officially, finally, completely moved back in. She’s setting up the few fancy dresses and skirts she owns in her closet when someone knocks on her door.

“Yes?” She calls, but there’s no reply, so Lucy shrugs and finishes shoving the last of her clothes into her dresser and throwing the bags into the pile she’s dubbed the ‘take downstairs when she finally gets tired of having them in her room’ corner.

It’s close to tea time, so with one final look around the room, Lucy nods to herself and heads to the kitchen. When she gets there, she stops dead in shock.

On the table is a brand new sketchbook and a stack of colored pencils. 

Lucy lets out a soft “oh,” as she steps forward and reverently opens the sketchbook, runs her fingers over the pencils. Her stash of art supplies is very low, having had no time to devote to it as a freelancer (and nothing to write on; she hadn’t realized just how important the thinking cloth had become to her until she lost that along with her family). 

“I figured it was time to add some color to our thinking cloth.”

The voice startles her, and Lucy whips around to see George carrying the kettle in from the library. Lockwood must have left it there by accident this morning.

Lucy looks between the art supplies and her friend, eyebrows raising. “You…”

“Your doodles have always been the best, no question,” he says in that rushed way George sometimes gets around all that ‘touchy-feely’ stuff. “I saw that in a shop today, and it made me think of you. Plus, I was thinking of making my own little cookbook someday. You know, write down all my favorite recipes and how I’ve modified them.”

George bustles about, getting their tea and biscuits ready, and Lucy simply watches in awe at this undeserved display of affection.

“And I was hoping that maybe you would want to illustrate it, since you’re an artist and I don’t draw anything that can’t be construed as an insult.”

Lucy giggles, recognizing the truth, and the heart, behind his words. George wants her to draw for him.

It’s an apology and a gift and a re-affirmation of his love for her, all rolled into one.

“I would love that,” Lucy says, and he finally turns to look at her, expression hesitant, though he’s got no reason to be.

Seeing that his hands are empty so there’s nothing she could knock over, Lucy rushes to him and throws her arms around her friend. “Thank you, George,” she whispers.

George hugs her back, squeezing tightly for a moment as if to remind himself that she really is here.

“Welcome home, Lucy,” he says, pulling away to give her a full-on grin.

send me a flower prompt!

[bloogers-boogers]

do you have any more yandere/possessive kyle brain juice?? 👀👀

Oh~ I see I got a risk taker here 💅

I wouldn’t say I’m into the idea of Kyle going all yandere on Cartman, cause I just don’t see that happening because I feel it’s too far off from his character unless it’s some gag then maybe?

However, I DO see him sabotaging alot of Cartman’s relationships like some crazy obsessive psychopath.

If Cartman were to marry somebody while he’s actually been around Eric for the longest time waiting patiently for an opportunity, then yes, you could bet he would try sabotaging the wedding and if he fails he’ll try to break their marriage somehow.

I see Kyle as this sly bitter man who wants things handed to him even if he outright says outloud that people have to work hard to get what they want to archive. And yes, you could see Kyle working his ass off for superficial things, to boost his imagine as a man who has got his shit together.

However behind walls he's far from that, he's a sad lonely broken man who's only goal in life is to pursue this image of what's considered normal for a man his age "follow the typical stereotypes" of what you're supposed to be doing instead of what he truly would want to do.

And the only mistake he's done is not working or even attempting to change his relationship with Cartman; the only person worth Kyle's wait.

The only person he'd dive deep inside a abyss for, actually make an effort to change, the only person who'll give him that life he so desperately craves; one that isn't planned, one that's unexpected, thrilling in a sense. He loves how unpredictable Cartman is and what chaotic things it'll bring alongside with into his life.

They're ladies that come and go; Kyle is shit when it comes to relationships cause he is a closeted cartmansexual! Jsjsjs he's so down bad for Cartman man, he subconsciously puts their dynamic onto the women he's dating sometimes just to make it 'spicy' and interesting, even being an ass and intentionally forcing them to eat more.

It's sad cause it's shown in canon that Cartman can move on from this obsession with Kyle but Kyle can't.

He so craves Cartman's soul to be only bonded to him even if denies it with a passion.

He'll preferred a hundred times over the choice of Cartman being just as alone and miserable as him than for Cartman to be happy with out him.

So I can picture him snapping at some point, photoshopping Cartman with some woman making it look he was having an affair and sending it to his wife and anonymously spreading doubts to her.

Considering in this au I see Kyle being still considered a "close friend" for Cartman and his family. I see Cartman's wife knocking at the door in the middle of the night with just her night robe and slippers on while her makeup was a pouring mess. Kyle feigned ignorance and added a small gasp which was completely fake, "what happened, Elizabeth?" He rested his hand on her shoulder to mimic sympathy, gesturing inside, "come on in, I'll make you a cup of coffee."

She explained with full detail of what happened as Kyle nodded attentively while sipping his cup of coffee.

"I just- why would Eric ever do this to me? I never thought he'd be the type of man that-" she began bawling once more; devastated. Kyle wince by the noise she emitted.

Kyle denies with his head now feigning disbelief despite wanting to kick her out and get back to bed, "well, it is Cartman and I did warned you before marrying him that he was— something."

She wiped her tears, nodding now "understanding" Kyle's "concerning" intentions before, "you always been such a great friend, Kyle," she smiled sadly standing up from the table as she approached him as he rested himself in the counter.

"I should've just listened to you from the start, you we're just worrying for me and I shoved all away your warning and I'm so sorry," she grabbed Kyle's free had in a pleading gesture.

Kyle had to hold back a mischievous smile, before placing his cup in the counter, "no hard feelings he's quite a good actor."

"So you do believe he actually did cheat? Tell me the truth, Kyle, you know him better than anyone-"

'You got that right,' Kyle thought shallow.

"You're his friend so you must know if he do such thing."

'Surprisingly he would not, but you should know that if you actually knew him.'

"Look Elizabeth," he shush her hand away courteously, as he touched the tiles of the counter with his fingers, "Cartman's my friend, but I can admit when he's a bigoted selfish lying dick. Trust me, he definitely cheated on you."

Elizabeth bawled even harder and smash her face against Kyle's chest, Kyle looked at her in disgust cause he knew damn well she was gonna leave all her damn snot all over his pj's.

After a couple of minutes she calmed down and immediately came on to him, grabbing his arm and pressing her knee against his crotch, whispering in a sultry manner, "maybe I should try paying him back with the same coin?"

Any man would've folded, however Kyle wasn't one of them unfazed and indifferent to her provocative touch.

Kyle thought for a moment, this would definitely guarantee Cartman leaving her. However if he ever found out he was the one to had slept with her Cartman would never forgive him for it.

Besides, a easy slut like her was not deserving of his body, so he pushed her away denying with his hand, "I'm not the type of man who'll volunteer in adultery. Besides, Cartman's still my friend whatever goes on with you guys isn't my issue to get involved with." He smiled lightly, "however I do wish you much luck."

And with that she left quite bitter for being rejected but took it as initiative to start packing her shit and leave Cartman.

Kyle smiled proud and accomplished of himself while taking another sip of his now cold coffee.

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

Most to least likely to help *you* rearrange *your* room in the middle of the night, when you knock on their door at 1am 

Most likely to help - Itadori - THIS KID JUST WANTS TO HELP PEOPLE AND MAKE THEM SMILE! Chances are he’s also still awake, even if you knock on his door at 2:37am. He’s playing video games, watching a movie or show, reading a comic, or possibly even rearranging his own room. If you need help, he is down. And if you offer a snack or beverage, he’ll race you back to your room to help.

Yuta - This kid, like Itadori, is also a people pleaser, and figures sure, why not help out? He could use a distraction from whatever existential crisis he was going through while staring at the ceiling.

Nobara - In theory, she would be fantastic. She’s strong, would love middle of the night dance parties with loud throwback music while you moved furniture around. But in practice, she wants to direct where everything should go, and then bails with your bed in the middle of the floor, clothes everywhere, desk tilted on its side for some reason, complete and utter chaos, because she needs her “beauty sleep”

Maki - Again, in theory, she is the number one person (after Itadori) that I would want to hire to help me move (apartments/houses/in general) and to move my furniture around. But if you ask her in the middle of the night… she’s either exhausted from training, studying, or doesn’t understand why you can’t do it tomorrow when it’s not 1:30am.

Inumkai - He was having a lovely dream until you woke him up. He’s a bit grumpy as he mumbles “go to sleep”. This is both to help himself get rid of you, but he also genuinely thinks that you are rearranging everything because you can’t sleep, and not for the true reason, that sometimes it’s fun to make things over in the middle of the night. 

Panda - Would make up some excuse as to why he can’t. “It’s because I’m a panda!” Well that doesn’t stop him from still hunting down curses and doing everything else, “I’m… hibernating.” “It’s the middle of the summer.” *fake snores* “......”

Least Likely - Megumi - He won’t even open the door. You can walk right on back to your own room with that midnight nonsense. Check with Itadori next door though, he might be willing to help.

[borahae-777]

The Truth Untold -- Chapter 18: You Are The One Who Made Me

Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook, Yoongi x Jimin

Word Count: Fic in progress, 190k so far. 3k-5k per chapter

Chapter Summary:

He crawls into bed next to Taehyung and wraps his arms around his sleeping form. He tugs him in under his chin and kisses the top of his head as he feels himself start to drift off too. He inhales the scent wafting from his hair and something clicks inside him. This is all he’s ever going to need. More than the band, more than the music, more than his friends. It hits him how long he’s been in love with this man but in complete denial of it. Years of history bolster them and he doesn’t know how he could have been so blind. He may be asleep, but Jungkook can’t wait any longer to say it out loud.

I love you.

Warnings: Eventual Smut, BDSM, 18+, MxM

Taehyung is in the studio with Yoongi a few weeks later going over their song to make sure it’s album-ready. He appreciates his hyung’s perfectionism, this song is everything to him. It’s a love letter to Jungkook when he thought he’d never get to have him again. Now they’re finally free and this song is the magnet that drew them back to each other.

“Hyung, I think it’s absolutely amazing. There’s nothing else we need to tweak. It’s done.”

“I agree with you there. It’s great. We need a title though.”

“I have one. What do you think about The Truth Untold?”

“Taehyung, that’s perfect. It encapsulates the feel of the song. Well done.”

“Thanks, hyung. I’m excited to share this with the fans. It feels like my way of telling them who I am. Speaking of which, when are you and Jimin going to tell everyone that you’re together? You’re still hiding and it’s completely unnecessary.”

“I know. I was ready to tell people right away and at first Jimin agreed, but then something happened and I don’t know what it is. I’m tired of sneaking in and out of each other’s rooms in the middle of the night. He’s been off, has he said anything to you?”

“No, not really. I know he’s not okay, but all he’d tell me is that it had nothing to do with any of us and that he’ll get over it. It’s not like him to act this way.”

“Try and coax something out of him. I don’t mind not knowing what it is. I just want him to be able to talk to someone.”

“I think I will, hyung. Maybe I’ll go find him right now. Are we done here?”

“Absolutely, go find Jimin.”

Taehyung gives Yoongi a back hug, ignoring the whining objections and jogs from the room smiling. He’s come to appreciate his friendship with his grumpiest hyung so much, their connection is a bit different than his with anyone else. It also gives him the ability to watch over Jimin and Yoongi’s relationship. He trusts them, but he will always worry about his soulmate.

He walks out of the company and gets into the car waiting for him in the parking garage. He asks the driver to stop at the store to grab some of Jimin’s favorite snacks and then take him to the dorm. He’s hoping they can have a low-key night and he can maybe get some answers as to what’s been going on. He arrives at the dorm and makes a beeline for Jimin’s room, knocking with his foot since his hands are full of food. The door opens and Jimin’s face breaks into a smile seeing Taehyung standing there.

“Taetae! You know we can’t eat like this, we’ve got three nights at Gocheok coming up next week!”

“Eh, live a little Jiminie.”

Taehyung pushes into the room and drops all the snacks on Jimin’s desk before throwing himself onto the bed and crawling under the covers. He’s immediately tackled and tickled, shrieking and squirming. They wrestle for a bit before he wins by sinking his teeth into Jimin’s shoulder and the other man gives in.

They pass the next few hours like they would any other night: movies, snuggles, jokes, games. It’s nice to just relax with your best friend sometimes. Taehyung doesn’t want to ruin the mood, and is too content at this moment. He decides that if and when Jimin is ready to talk, he’ll go to someone. There’s no need to push. He seems much more like himself tonight anyway.

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Jimin has just walked out of the dressing room, hair coiffed and makeup perfect. He heads towards the stage for his sound check and feels his nerves jangling. Performing at Gocheok is so meaningful to them and he wants to be perfect. He’s giving himself a pep talk when he hears someone call his name and turns to see Dae-Hyun tentatively walking towards him.

“Jimin-ssi, hi. Could we talk?”

“No, absolutely not. You don’t get to try and explain yourself now.”

“Please, what I have to say is very important. I care about you so much.”

“That’s hilarious, Dae-Hyun. Could have fooled me.”

Jimin turns his back on the other man and stalks out towards the stage, determined to succeed more than ever. He refuses to let Dae-Hyun find out how much losing his friendship has impacted him the past few weeks. He’s starting to remember why they don’t make friends outside of each other. Who else can they really trust?

He heads to the stage and watches the rap line finish up their soundcheck, getting lost in the way that Yoongi raps. His smooth cadence, the rhythm that bounces through his body, even the way he holds the microphone. Jimin can’t believe he’s lucky enough to be with such an incredibly talented and sexy man. He’s going to try his best to not get distracted by him on stage. He wishes they had fanservice duties like Jungkook and Taehyung. They get to hang all over each other when they perform.

They finish up on stage and Yoongi turns and catches his eye. The gummy smile that spreads across his face is worth the pain they went through. That smile is for him and him alone. He wants nothing more than to run to him and plant a kiss on his lips, but he can’t do that here. He knows it’s time to tell the members about them, but he’s scared. He likes living in their own little private world.

“Ready Jiminie? Go do what you do best.”

“Thanks, Yoongi-hyung. You guys were great.”

Yoongi subtly runs a hand down his arm and across his palm, the most daring they have the ability to be in front of all this staff. Even that light touch makes Jimin grit his teeth and take deep breaths. He can’t get aroused here and definitely not in these pants. He loves ARMY, but he doesn’t need to show them that much of himself. He clears his throat as he walks onto the stage and sees Yoongi smirk at how flustered he is at something so small.

The rest of the night goes smoothly, they’ve accomplished something amazing here. Everyone played their parts perfectly and are feeling confident about how the next two nights will go. They’re in the dressing room removing their makeup and stage clothes, excitedly chattering about the highlights of the night, when Namjoon suddenly stands up and excuses himself to make a phone call.

Jimin shakes it off and grabs his bag and shoes. He tells everyone he’s going to head back to the dorm and meets Yoongi’s eyes as he walks out the door. He excuses himself too and follows Jimin out of the room to grab a car together. They sit in the far back, on opposite sides of the seat and staring out the window. The building comes into view and Jimin’s pulse speeds up. They exit the car and head upstairs, Yoongi following him into his room.

The door barely closes when he has a hand against his throat shoving him up against the wall of the entryway. His air cuts off and his eyes half-close as they focus on Yoongi’s face. He has that perfect look on his face, that look that says Jimin is in for a wild ride.

“So Jimin-ah, did you think you were funny running your hand along my hip when you walked by me on stage tonight? How about when you backed up into me as you bent over to pick up your water bottle? Does that amuse you? Hmm? Teasing Daddy?”

Jimin can only nod and smirk, unable to get enough air to respond with words.

“You little brat. You’re in for it now.”

Yoongi leans forward and runs a tongue across his parted lips before he releases his throat in favor of grabbing the hair at the back of his head. Jimin tries to resist, but is forced down to his knees. Yoongi unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down to his knees without ever releasing his hold on his hair.

He shoves his already-hard cock into Jimin’s mouth, pushing as far in as he can until he hears and feels the choking he was looking for. He’s looking down as if he’s a god sneering at a lowly follower. Jimin’s veins are molten lava as he savors the weight of Yoongi sliding back and forth over his tongue. He lets out little whimpers, playing into his punished sub role.

“That’s it, that’s my little toy. You like this don’t you? Daddy using you?”

Jimin groans and swirls his tongue around Yoongi’s head in response, opening his mouth as wide as possible. His own cock is aching, he’s desperate to be touched and can’t control his next move. He reaches down and starts palming himself through his pants, needing some sort of relief.

“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing? Absolutely not.”

Yoongi pulls his cock out of Jimin’s mouth and hauls him up with a tight hand on his jaw. He grabs the collar of his shirt and drags him across the room, throwing him down onto the floor in front of his dresser. He knows what to do without being told, excitedly digging through his drawers for their restraints while trying to keep a straight face. He pulls out the pile of soft cuffs and hands them to Yoongi.

The restraints are soft velcro cuffs, one for each limb if they want, with loose straps hanging off of each one. Yoongi had found them while searching the internet for bondage items and brought them to Jimin to see if he liked them. They’re incredibly versatile and they’ve found very fun ways to tie Jimin up with the different straps.

Yoongi orders him onto the bed and he lays down on his back like a starfish, not knowing which limbs are going to be cuffed. He closes his eyes and feels a strap tighten around each wrist, body breaking out into goosebumps. He’s told to sit up and the straps pull down until his hands are tied together tight against his lower back. He wriggles around, pretending to break free and gets the response he wanted.

“You really don’t learn, do you?”

Yoongi shoves him backwards until his back is pressed up against the headboard and holds his head still. Jimin grits his teeth, knowing what’s coming next and feeling more eager for it than ever before. The sharp strike of that big hand against his face makes him cry out and clench his legs together, trying to do anything for his leaking cock. His mouth drops open and his eyelids are heavy.

“There you go, that’s the obedient face I wanted. Now let Daddy do what he wants.”

Yoongi reaches forward to open the buttons of Jimin’s shirt and peel the jeans from his legs. He’s glad he decided to forgo underwear today and based on the look on Yoongi’s face, he’s not the only one. He watches his boyfriend’s face turn hungry as he kneels between Jimin’s open legs. He leans forward, stopping just short of Jimin’s cock and it jumps in anticipation.

“Oh, does someone still want to be touched?”

“Mmph. Please, Daddy.”

“I don’t know, Jiminie. Are you going to be a good boy from here on out? No more pushback?”

“I promise, I promise. I’ll be the best little toy you’ve ever played with.”

“God, I love when you beg.”

Yoongi closes the gap and takes Jimin into his mouth in one quick stroke. He squeezes his base with one hand as he slides back and forth, tongue slipping up and into his slit. Jimin’s body bucks forwards and he feels a lightning bolt shoot straight up his stomach. Yoongi has gotten so good at this, taking him deeper little by little. He’s convinced that someday he’ll be able to deepthroat and there’s no way that that blowjob will last long. He can feel the tingle starting in his toes that means he’s getting close and he starts to twitch. Suddenly the perfect wet heat surrounding his cock disappears and he almost screams at the loss.

“What a good boy. I think you’re ready for more, don’t you? Do you remember your safe gesture?”

Jimin snaps his fingers in response and Yoongi smirks before leaving the room entirely. Jimin is confused and excited, while also a little scared, being left alone tied up like this. He knows that he could be left here for any amount of time, whatever his boyfriend decides. The door opens again a lot sooner than he expected, Yoongi walking in holding a bag. He pulls out a bottle of lube and a ball gag, sending anticipatory shivers up Jimin’s body. No time is wasted as the rubber ball forces his mouth open, tightly tied behind his head until his only choice is to clench down on it hard with his teeth.

He looks down his body and sees Yoongi squeezing lube from the bottle onto his hand, assuming he’s going to stroke him with it. His hand passes right over Jimin’s needy cock and behind until his fingers are stroking his ass. He gasps and gets a heady rush, they’ve discussed having sex and how to be safe about it, but Yoongi has never been ready. Could this mean…?

He draws in a sharp breath and dribbles a bit of saliva out of the side of his mouth when he feels one slender finger penetrating him. He grunts around the gag in his mouth and meets Yoongi’s eyes, trying to express how badly he wants more. He watches one eyebrow cock and a smirk grow across his face and knows he understands. A second finger spears in beside the first and they curl until they brush his prostate and he bucks up off the bed again, moaning. The fingers move inside him in every possible direction, preparing him for what’s to come. When a third joins them, he’s panting and sweating.

“Look how hungry my flower is. Maybe he wants something different here?”

Jimin tries to push desperate, pleading noises past his gag. There’s nothing in the world he wants more. He groans as he feels the fingers pull out of him, Yoongi climbing up his body to untie his ball gag and pull it from his mouth. He feels spit fall in a cascade from his lips, and knows how much the other man loves to see that.

“I’m going to need you to confirm that you’re okay with this, Jimin-ah.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. YES. Please. Please.”

“Okay sweetheart, make whatever noise you want for me.”

Yoongi undresses and grabs the bottle of lube again, coating his cock in it, and Jimin is treated to the sight of the man he loves stroking himself. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that Yoongi isn’t nervous at all about his first time with a man. He knows that in reality, he’s snapped into his dom space and will radiate confidence no matter what he may actually be feeling. He positions himself to line up with Jimin’s entrance and slowly starts to push his way inside.

“God. Hyung. The way you stretch me is so fucking good.”

“Call me that again.”

“Hyung.”

“Fuck, Jimin. You’re so filthy and so so so tight.”

Yoongi’s brow furrows as he continues to push until he bottoms out, drawing a long and low moan from the back of Jimin’s throat. He stills for a second, seemingly gathering his composure. He leans forward and plants a soft kiss on Jimin’s lips, almost a reassurance. He reaches back and unties Jimin’s hands, too impatient to remove the actual cuffs and Jimin immediately reaches up to cup his face and pull him in for another kiss. That makes Yoongi start to thrust back and forth and Jimin’s eyes roll back into his head.

Yoongi grabs the back of his neck and starts picking up speed, small puffs of breath coming from his mouth. Jimin whines at every thrust, reveling in the feeling of being filled to the brim. He brings his hands down to Yoongi’s ass and pulls him in tighter so that his stomach brushes up against Jimin’s cock.

“Yes, just like that, you feel amazing. More, hyung, more.”

Yoongi lets out a higher pitched groan than Jimin ever expected to hear from him and speeds up. The room fills with the sounds of panting, moaning, and skin hitting skin. Jimin thinks he can’t possibly take any more pleasure when he feels a hand wrap around his cock and start to stroke at the same rhythm as he’s being fucked. He screams at the top of his lungs.

“That’s right, darling. Scream for me. Scream.”

“Yoongi! Hyung! Daddy! Fuck!”

“Cum for me, Jimin-ah. Cum for me.”

Jimin tumbles over the edge, stars exploding behind his eyes. The orgasm never seems to end. It’s an exquisite pain traveling through every single inch of his body, he can barely catch his breath. His head feels fuzzy and he slightly registers the feel of Yoongi emptying deep inside him. His grasp on the world is faded, muffled. He floats in clouds of bliss and pleasure. He could stay here forever.

“Come here, sweetie. Let me clean you up.”

He feels something warm and wet swipe against his aching hole, run along the insides of his thighs and up over his stomach. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he’s being cleaned up, but his limbs feel like concrete and he can’t seem to form words. The warmth disappears and he shivers as the cold air hits the now wet parts of his body. He feels the bed dip next to him and arms wrap around his body.

“Can you tell me your name?”

“Mm.”

“I need you to tell me your name, honey.”

“Mmph. Dunno.”

“Yes you do, come on my perfect boy, what’s your name?”

He feels soft kisses traveling over his face and a hand stroking up and down his arm. He starts to feel like the world is coming back into focus. He opens his eyes and turns his head to the side and sees the face of the man he loves. He hums under his breath. He smiles and leans forward to kiss those perfect lips.

“My name is Jimin. Your name is Yoongi.”

“There you go, welcome back.”

“That was kind of insane. How are you feeling?”

“Me? This is your aftercare, Jiminie!”

“I know, but this was essentially you losing your virginity all over again. Are you okay? Do you have any questions?”

“I’m okay. It’s you. I knew everything would be amazing. I was right. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.”

Jimin’s heart swells and it takes all of his willpower to not tell Yoongi that he loves him right then and there. He knows it’s not the right time, knows they need to talk to the members first. He knows it’s too early, that Yoongi is nowhere near there yet. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t yearn to tell him every time they look into each other's eyes.

He sighs and curls up on his side, burrowing his face into Yoongi’s bare chest. The soft strokes along his back are making him drift off already. He doesn’t know what he was ever scared of. He’s taken care of, safe here. He decides to say it in his head if he can’t say it out loud.

I love you, Yoongi.

********

Jungkook walks out onstage on their last night at Gocheok for his solo song, trying to bask in the beauty of this experience. Now that it’s coming to an end he feels that familiar tug at his gut. Every winter when they go on break to fine-tune the new album and stop performing for awhile, Jungkook feels like a part of him was left behind in all the venues they played that year. It’s not that he doesn’t love creating, but the stage is where he thrives.

He hits every note perfectly and can’t help but break into a bright smile as the crowd cheers. The rest of the group joins him onstage for the next song and Taehyung runs a hand along the back of his neck as he passes by. He’s never been more grateful to the fans for shipping them, they can get away with so much mischief on stage. He runs forwards and intertwines their fingers, laughing and waving as the roar of the crowd intensifies. This is everything.

When they say their final goodbyes later that night, Jungkook tugs Tae into a dark corner behind a curtain and kisses him slow and deep. He knows he shouldn’t, but they’ve learned that if they keep it to five seconds it’s too quick to get caught. He might take advantage of that discovery much more often than he should. “Take me home, Tae. I don’t want to go out with everyone. I just want to be with you tonight.”

“Let’s go grab our things, baby. We can relax at home. I’ll tell everyone.”

The two head to the dressing rooms to change and grab everything they need, quickly telling the group that they’re going to go home. No one questions them, they’ve all been very good about letting the maknaes have as much private time as they need. They get into one of the waiting vans at the private entrance and almost nod off on the way home. Taehyung can barely focus enough to put his key in the lock so Jungkook scoops him up into his arms and takes the keys.

He walks into the dorm, snuggling Tae’s head into the crook of his neck and kicking off his shoes. He carries him down the hall to his room and lays him down, smiling softly at the small noises that murmur from his slack lips. He goes to his dresser and grabs a set of his own sweats to change Tae into. He walks back over, pulls off his shoes and socks, and gently changes his clothes. He tugs the blankets out from under him and tucks him in, heading to the bathroom quickly to brush his teeth before hurrying back.

He crawls into bed next to Taehyung and wraps his arms around his sleeping form. He tugs him in under his chin and kisses the top of his head as he feels himself start to drift off too. He inhales the scent wafting from his hair and something clicks inside him. This is all he’s ever going to need. More than the band, more than the music, more than his friends. It hits him how long he’s been in love with this man but in complete denial of it. Years of history bolster them and he doesn’t know how he could have been so blind. He may be asleep, but Jungkook can’t wait any longer to say it out loud.

I love you.

********

Namjoon is sitting in the BigHit conference room the day after their last show at Gocheok, tapping his pen on the table. For once he’s here before the CEO and that makes him even more nervous. He’d received an email after their first night at the Sky Dome saying that the private investigator had done some digging and will have a report ready by this morning. He had rushed out of the dressing room and called Bang Si-Hyuk immediately, wanting information sooner. The man had explained that he didn’t know anything more and that by the time they met this morning he’d have all the information.

Namjoon has been on edge ever since, worried out of his mind about who might be making their lives harder. He wonders if they’ll know exactly who it is and take care of it, or if there will just be loose theories to chase. He hasn’t told the others anything, they still don’t know that the note was left for Jungkook in the first place. He doesn’t want to scare anyone until he has actual answers. He nearly jumps out of his skin when the door at his back opens and the CEO walks in. He stands quickly to bow and wait for him to say something.

“Hi Namjoon. Great job at Gocheok this week, you all really impressed me.”

“Thank you, PD-nim. I’ll tell the others.”

“Yes, well, I’m sure you want to know what the investigator found. He made a list of the staff that were in Taiwan with you, both our people and the outside staff. He then dug into their backgrounds to see who might be a suspect. He doesn’t think whoever left the note was working with someone else, so that discounted the staff that doesn’t belong to us. Here’s a list of seven people who work with you all on a regular basis and would have had access to the dorms. I know all seven of these people and I would be shocked if anyone was the culprit, but this is the best lead we have for right now.”

He slides a piece of paper across the table and Namjoon grabs his pen to make notes next to each name.

Yang In-su (Director’s Assistant) So Kyubok (Stylist) Pyeong Hak-Kun(Cleaner) Ja Sang-Hee(Label Representative) Lee Dae-Hyun (Not a possibility) Gyeon Jiwoo(Makeup Artist) Park Kwan(Production Assistant)

“Thank you for hiring the investigator. I’ve taken my notes on the list, one name needs to be removed, but the others are worth looking into. Most of them are new to our staff, it could be any one of them.”

“Who needs to be removed?”

“Lee Dae-Hyun, he’s a close friend of Jimin’s and we’ve all started to become close with him as well. We haven’t seen him outside of work in a few weeks, but we intend to make more time to hang out with him now that things are quieter. He wouldn’t do this.” “Namjoon, I advise you to be cautious even when you think you know someone. You never know what’s going on inside their heads.”

“With all due respect, I don’t want to live my life that way. We’re able to choose who we can trust for ourselves and it’s been great for us all to make a friend outside our idol bubble. Don’t investigate Dae-hyun. He’s a good person.”

“Alright, I’ll strike him from the list and tell the investigator that you agree on the other six being possible suspects. I’ll contact you once we have more information.”

“Thank you for all your help, PD-nim.”

Namjoon stands and bows before walking out the door and down the hallway. Instead of heading back to the dorm he makes a beeline for Genius Lab where he knows he’ll find Yoongi. He wants to talk to him about the list of suspects and see if he should go to Jimin to have him warn Dae-Hyun that they may be investigating him. It’s time to bring someone else into the loop on what had happened in Taiwan.

********

Yoongi hears a knock on the studio door and is surprised to see Namjoon standing there. It’s early enough the morning after a show that he imagined everyone else would still be sound asleep. He hasn’t been to bed yet himself, he felt energized and inspired after their last show at Gocheok and came here to tie up some loose ends before he went home. As usual, the hours disappeared and the sun had risen before he realized how tired he was.

He lets Namjoon inside, stifling a yawn and feeling concerned at the conflicted look on the leader’s face. That never brings good news with it. He wishes he could confide in him the way he used to, he wants to tell him everything about Jimin, but they both have to be on the same page and tell everyone together.

“Hey Joonie, is everything okay? Why are you up so early?”

“I had a meeting with Bang and I’m feeling a bit worried. I was hoping I could bounce some thoughts off of you.”

Namjoon goes on to tell him a story about a note left on Jungkook’s door in Taiwan and a lump grows in his throat. The poor maknae must have been terrified, he understands why they kept this a secret from the rest of him. He’s surprised he didn’t hear it from Taehyung, they’ve been working on the song together for weeks. Unless Tae doesn’t know? No, that’s not possible. He must.

“Wow, Joon, you didn’t have to carry this on your shoulders alone all this time. I understand wanting to take it off of Jungkook’s mind, but you need to let some of us carry the burden with you sometimes. You’re wearing yourself thin. What did Bang say today?”

“He gave me a list of suspects that the private investigator is looking into. All staff members who are relatively new to working with us, were in Taiwan, and have at some point in the last few months been in the dorm as well.”

“They don’t think it’s possible that someone had help? There could be multiple people involved in order to cover up any sort of trail.”

“Not so far. It’s not impossible, but it’s not an angle they’re looking into right now.”

“Okay…so what is it that’s worrying you?”

“The list had seven people on it. I struck one from the list and told Bang not to investigate him, that it definitely wasn’t him. Dae-Hyun.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen hearing Jimin’s friend’s name. He can’t imagine that being possible. They would have been able to read any sort of ill intention coming from him. Though, come to think of it, he hasn’t seen Dae-Hyun around in awhile and Jimin never brings him up anymore.

“Hyung, do you think I need to talk to Jimin about Dae-Hyun? To make sure he can be trusted? To have him pass along a warning? I’m not quite sure how to deal with this.”

“I’ll take care of it, Namjoon. I’ll talk to Jungkook and make sure it’s okay to bring Jimin into the loop and then I’ll talk through it with him.”

Namjoon lets out a deep sigh and gives him a look of relief. He feels for the leader, he has had far too much stress all these years. He takes care of everyone so well, it’s time one of them takes the lead on something.

“Stay here and rest a few minutes, I’ll just wrap up this last track and we can head back to the dorm together and both get some sleep. I just need ten minutes.”

As Yoongi fiddles with the controls, his mind goes back to where it has run back to for three days now.

Jimin told me loves me as he fell asleep. He wasn’t even aware of it. He had just been deep in subspace and it was an incredibly intimate experience for us both. Should I bring it up? Should I let it go until he’s ready to say it to me consciously? Should I tell him first? God, I love that man. I’ve been such a coward, I should just tell him. No, focus on this Jungkook issue first. There’s plenty of time for all that later.

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subby Jamie fluffy (Smut?) where he wakes up in the middle of the night and sucks on the readers titties to drink from her tits because she's lactating after giving birth to their daughter. I don't know if this makes sense but I hope it does!

Lactation Kink || James Potter

A/N: I'm not even sure if I should include "kink" but I will admit that there are some very smutty overtones so read at your own discretion. I tweaked the request a little bit in terms of the circumstances but the bones are still there. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: lactation kink, light sub!James and Dom!reader, not much I don't think, all acts are completely consensual and if they needed a safe word they'd have one

Word Count: 1851

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were life savers. They could only watch their two closest friends creep closer and closer to death for so long before doing something about it.

After giving birth to a beautiful baby boy seven months ago you and James had come to understand a new definition of the word exhaustion. You were absolutely enamoured with your baby boy, James the same way if not worse, always keeping him cradled in his arms, Harry’s little head nestled into the crook of James’ arm.

Regardless, there is no amount of parental love to counteract the complete lack of sleep the two of you have endured. “Sleep when the baby sleeps” they all say, it's excellent in theory if only the baby would actually sleep.

No, instead you and James were subject to months of newborn induced insomnia,

You’d barely understood what Remus and Sirius were saying when they offered to watch your son for a few days, give you and James some time alone. Even though every part of your being screamed for you to take them up on their offer there was that small, annoyingly persistent, voice in the back of your head. The voice of maternal guilt.

Your friends wouldn’t hear any of your arguments, listening as you insisted that Harry was still far too young for you to leave him, you could barely stand a few hours, how were you supposed to survive days?

Despite your insistence that it was far too early to leave Harry with his godfathers for an extended weekend when the following Thursday rolled around you and James were rather unceremoniously kicked out of your own house, told that reservations had been made for you at an expensive spa and resort and that you were not to return home until the following Monday.

They’d even packed your bags for you.

You and James had successfully made it through the first night away from your baby, your quality of your sleep however was not up to par as you tossed and turned, worrying about the little boy you’d left at home.

Even cuddled up to Jamie’s chest your sleep was more like a light sheet over your consciousness giving you a shallow, unsatisfactory, reprieve.

What you needed was for sleep to hit you over the head with a baseball bat, knock you unconscious for hours and give your body time to recover.

After a long, exhausting day of taking advantage of the resort's numerous spa treatments, your wish of deep, meaningful sleep seemed as though it might actually just come true.

Minutes after laying your head down on the pillow, James slipping into bed behind you, you were out cold. Pulling you closer so that he could bury his face in the crook of your neck James was close behind you.

Finally, sleep.

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Your tits hurt, they fucking hurt. You were finally getting some quality sleep but the discomfort in your chest became intolerable and you were lulled back into a dreaded state of consciousness.

You’d been so ready for sleep and the peace that it would bring that you’d forgotten to pump your milk before getting into bed. You find yourself regretting that decision now, you shift slightly in James’ hold, just as tight as it had been when you’d fallen asleep. The clock on the bedside table reads three in the morning.

Fuck me, you think, your thoughts still blurry from sleep, carrying a weight in your temples that lures your head back down to the pillow as you fall back into your spot in James’ arms. You’re going to have to get up eventually, that much you understand, but the prospect of getting up and finding the pump, hooking it up, then actually sitting there while you pump sounds nothing short of absolutely dreadful.

You can only lay there for so long, on your back so as not to apply any pressure to your breasts, staring up at the ceiling before your tits go from hurting to feeling like they’re about to explode.

Eventually you’re forced to begin to fuss in James’ arms, trying to find the seal that will let you get up hopefully without waking your husband.

Even asleep James’ grip is insistent, he’s like quick sand, the more you try to maneuver your way out of his arms the tighter his hold gets, the closer he pulls you to him.

“Jamie, you gotta let go,” You murmur, hoping to appeal to the half asleep man.

“Where you going, angel?” His voice is the crashing of a wave against the shore in your ears, low, rumbling, calming. That voice alone is enough to have you considering just climbing back into bed with him, exploding tits be damned.

“Forgot to pump Jamie, m’tits feel like they’re ready to explode.”

He flickers his eyes open, worry etched into his irises, already blanketed in sleep, “Hurting?” Raising his head his eyes drop to your tits, like maybe he’ll be able to see your affliction.

“A little bit,” You nod, your hands combing through his unruly curls before making another attempt to rise from the mattress, “Gonna pump and then I’ll feel all better. I’ll be quick.”

“No,” He whines, god you miss the sound of his whine. His arms are like steel as he pulls you firmly back onto the bed, “M’thirsty anyways.”

Confusion heightens in you before James turns you so you’re fully on your back before slipping under your arm, resting his head on your chest.

Nimble fingers find the neckline of the silk camisole you’d found in the luggage Remus and Sirius had packed for you, sons of bitches also packed every single pair of lacy panties you own.

With little difficulty he slips the thin strap down your shoulder allowing him to tuck the soft material of the top under your breast.

“Miss my girls,” He whispers as he bares your breasts, they’re swollen with milk but the way he’s looking at you you’d think they were something far more precious.

“I’ll be gentle,” His promise comes just as he latches onto your pert nipple, carefully guarding his teeth with his lips, the last thing he would wanna do is hurt you.

It bears little resemblance to the way he used to suck your tits, fervently like they were the only things keeping him grounded, sometimes they had been. Now he proceeds with a new sense of caution but that doesn’t mean it’s any less pleasurable.

“Jamesie, ‘s for Harry, you can’t drink the baby’s milk,” You regrettably push him off your tit, he looks anything but pleased.

“They were mine first,” He whines, throwing you a dirty glance that falls completely flat given the immense adoration that lies just behind it, “And I told you (Y/N), ‘m thirsty, want your milk. Wanna make you feel good.”

Giving you his most convincing puppy dog eyes he leans back in, he latches on efficiently and sucking with an increased vigor you feel a feeling of fullness swell in your breast as your nipple tingles. It’s a feeling you’ve gotten used to but so rarely has it ever turned you on as when James is the cause of it.

He hums in satisfaction as the warm milk seeps into his mouth, it encourages him in his efforts causing him to latch on tighter. A little too tight.

“Easy there baby,” You hiss, “M’tits are sensitive.”’

He complies immediately, loosening his lips around your nipple the sensation becomes pleasurable once more. The pleasure helps distract from the discomfort which, at least in the tit James it latched onto, seems to be dwindling. The other breast is left aching until you feel a similar sensation coming from your nipple.

“You’re leaking.”

Casting your eyes downward you see that he’s right, you’re leaking slightly out of your unattended nipple. It's not unusual for it to happen but usually you just brush it away with a warm washcloth, not wanting to have a sticky mess on your chest.

Carefully, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the over sensitive bud.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” He brings his thumb to his mouth to suck it clean, the visual is almost enough to make your head spin.

You can’t remember the last time you saw James subby, ever since you’ve had Harry it's been sleepy handjobs and once you fully recovered, him pushing you up anywhere he could and taking you right there. It’s like parenthood awoke something far more dominant inside of him but as he latches back onto your tit you’re reminded how beautiful he is when he submits to you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers dance along the nape of his neck as you feel yourself unwinding with every second he sucks at your tit, bringing you relief.

“You full yet?”

He gently lets your tit slide from his mouth before responding, “Does it still hurt?”

The genuine concern in his voice has butterflies erupting in your stomach, you learned a long time ago just how sweet and caring James is but sometimes it hits you harder than you were expecting and you’re left feeling just as giddy as you did in the beginning of your relationship.

James seems to have sucked you dry, or at least to a point where your tit no longer burns with the feeling of an impending explosion.

“No s’all better baby, did such a good job,” You guide his face up towards yours, “Got a little milk on your lips,” You lean in, kissing the milk off his swollen lips.

It’s sweeter than you expected but maybe everything was sweeter coming off his lips.

You take your time admiring his face, hazel eyes that look a little more brown than they did yesterday, lips an impossible pink. Thick, long lashes you remember envying for as long as you’ve known each other cast their shadows along his cheekbones. He’s perfect.

You run the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip before letting him suck it into his mouth, when he couldn’t get to your tits sucking on your fingers always used to help James calm down. For the life of you you can’t remember the last time he’d sucked on your fingers. If it’d been in the last seven months you’d probably just been too tired to remember.

Letting your digit slide from his mouth James hauls himself over you, careful not to brush against your breasts, to lay on your other side. He moves with a surprising grace considering just minutes ago he’d been in the throws of sleep, you’d forgotten how well he moved.

“Other one now,” He murmurs, eyes glued to your tit as his hands move to cup it, giving him better access to your nipple.

“You sure baby? I can just pump this one and you can go back to bed, s’okay.”

“No,” His brows furrow with his empathic response, if he wasn’t already on top of you you’re sure he’d pull you closer in fear that you might escape, “Mine.”

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sum dating pro-hero!bakugou thoughts

- bakugou has an extreme taste for the finer things in life. think nice sweatshirts, soft blankets, good cologne. mans keeps it on the dl, but trust when he goes home he’s wearing silk pjs. it’s his money afterall

- sometimes drops dinner off for u in the middle of his patrol. he thinks ur unaware of how ridiculous a deviation from assigned route ur house is, but u totally kno. u dont tell him tho :)

- doing PR stuff is the bane of his existence. even the thought of an autograph/panel day literally has him throwing a fit. u watch him throw said fit almost constantly.

- loves when u set his uniform out for him. he likes the way it still faintly smells like your lotion when he puts it on the next morning

- the only PR stuff he willingly does is help make PSAs for schools. very much a wooden board when he says his “stay in school, study hard” lines, but by god does he mean it when he says it such a nerd i love him

- a video of him gently petting a cat he saved from a tree goes viral. he swears to you that this is what will finally make him turn to a life of villainy

- very ritualistic ab his day. he gets up at the same time, eats at the same take-out places for his break, calls you at exactly 5:30 PM,,,, villains have to knock him out cold before he’ll deviate from his routine

- bakugou rlly rlly likes when u wait up for him to get home. lies thru his teeth n says he doesnt, but he also sends u an excessive amount of ETA txts hoping u’ll get the hint and be there to greet him

- he gets unreasonably angry at villains who make him late getting home. he’s got a schedule okay!!! n if his dinner needs reheated bc of some extra, jesus christ is it gonna be that villains worst day ever

- has a habit of playing with the wedding band on his finger during interviews. slides it on/off, twists it etc

- constantly watches play-back of his own battles and critiques them mercilessly. if u even try telling him to give himself a break, bakugou will bite ur head off

- incredibly careful when fighting around schools/residential areas. he knows his quirk can be scary/loud and tries to tone down the explosions around small children,,, he can’t remember when he started caring ab that kinda thing, but now he couldn’t imagine not

- rlly grumpy about works trips. usually can’t take u for obvious danger reasons, but u’ll be getting a phone call every night to make up for ur lack of physical presence. of. he lies n says its bc he needs to “vent” ab his mission, but katsuki is entirely see-through when he refuses to talk and only asks ab ur day. falls asleep listening to ur voice,,, n u do it all over again the next night, for his sake pretending u don’t know why he’s calling

- ruthless in his product reviews. PR tries to force him into endorsement deals, but it goes terribly if he doesnt like the product ,,, (he tanked an entire energy drink company once bc he called it “tasteless, embarrassing, empty sugar-water. unfit for even the laziest fuckin’ humming bird)

- only attends galas if u bribe him. btw, the bribe is u promising to wear orange,,,, but he’s not possessive, he’s not, he swears

- surprisingly devoted to his work/life balance. u’d think he’d be a complete workaholic, n for the most part he is, but bakugou actually takes self-care rlly seriously. (“It starts in the body.” said by bakugou in an advert for protein bars. he was so proud bc bby put that line in the script himself. n he lives by those words!!!)

- if he’s ever late coming home, katsuki is def picking up some sort of apology gift,,, its always weird n janky tho. like an ugly, off-brand, shitty figurine of himself or a bouquet of nearly dead flowers (mans has a weird sense of humor what can i say)

- sometimes u’ll go out to your balcony and wave to him as he jets across the sky during patrol. he’s happy it’s dark and you cant see him,, bc if u could, u’d see him grinning like a dork

- spends an entire day off work, w/ u, before going on a rlly dangerous mission. its somber and makes u nervous and sort of breaks ur heart, but the way he looks at u just before he leaves makes it almost worth it

- thinks its hilarious when u send him dating rumor headlines ab himself. was literally in stitches over the one u sent to him supposedly confirming his ‘secret, salacious, relationship with chargebolt” (for reference, the pic was the blurry back of bakugou and denki’s head as they walked into the agency they literally both work at)

[sxlver-sweet]

Dazai would breed you at the bathroom stall, changing room of a dress shop, anywhere but the bed to make it more interesting. And then ask you : "Where was it that you got pregnant bella?"

- anon 👀

Just dropping here and asking for a short drabble bestie....

thank you sm for clarifying what you want from me. i be struggling sometimes. this was definitely longer than a drabble, though😭 also, welcome, new anon!! i’m glad you’re here <3

dazai is a WHORE, let me tell you.

but, only truly for his sweet, little girlfriend who he’s been frequently fantasizing about knocking up and completely claiming as his own. don’t get me wrong, though. he knows that you’re his. it’s crystal clear in the way you haul him into bed every night and tangle your limbs with his so that he can’t escape, in the swirly, illustrious initials of his name adorning the golden anklet he’d gifted to you for your one-year anniversary that you hardly ever leave the house without, and in the way you seek him out when you’ve had a rough day so that you can faceplant into his chest and gripe about everything that had gone wrong.

still, he couldn’t help but yearn to seal the deal. he desired more from you—something that, unbeknownst to him, has crossed your own mind more times than you can count. he wanted to watch your stomach swell with his seed and poke fun at you when you struggle to roll out of bed, to fondle and kiss all over your tits once they’re heavy with milk and far more sensitive to his touch than they’ve ever been, to simply tend to his pregnant wife.

so, he made it happen. he accompanied you into boutique fitting rooms under the guise of you needing his “expert” opinion on fashion, only to have your clothes pooling on the floor and you caged against the wall with his hand clapped over your parted lips and his stiffened cock stuffing your pussy in seven minutes’ time. he’d made it his personal mission to breed you, to fill you so full that by the time he’s finally pulling out, you’re overflowing and dripping down your legs in nacreous rivulets. whenever your legs caved, he held you up. whenever you whined that you couldn’t take it and wept into his palm, he pacified you with a slower pace and praises cooed into your ear, yet he never ceased his movements entirely, hellbent on fucking his load as far into your cunt as possible.

it became a common occurrence for him to breed you in as many places as possible, save for the bed, where he’d been taught is the most romantic place to conceive a child. maybe he enjoyed teasing you about how easily you let him slut you out in even the most scandalous places, or maybe he merely wanted to spice things up as much as possible. whatever the case may be, he avoided the bedroom entirely. you never really minded, though. as long as he was satisfying you, you didn’t really see any reason to object to him bundling you into a bathroom stall and fiddling with your belt or him pressing your face into the leather backseat of your own car as he railed you in the middle of a movie theater parking lot. time and time again, he filled you up over and over, damn near ruining your cervix from how many times he’d battered and bullied it with the leaking tip of his cock in his urge to get you pregnant.

you’d be a fool to be surprised when you’re rewarded with a positive pregnancy test. however, you’d be even more of an imbecile to not expect the tilting of dazai’s lips into an impish smirk and the stooping of his head to make direct eye contact with you. mf would have the gall—the absolutely audacity—to hum quizzically, eyes glimmering with faux innocence as he asks you, “how ever do you think that could have happened, bella? i only came in you a few times, didn’t i?” if you try to interject or rebuke his statement, he’ll press onward as if you hadn’t even opened your mouth. “so, when do you think it took, hm? maybe the bathroom stall—or, maybe the dressing room. i think it was the dressing room.”

[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

[michelle-is-writing]

Family Matters, Greg House

Word count: 1.7k~

In the time I’ve worked at Princeton-Plainsboro teaching hospital, some might say I'm the bubbly doctor in our group. Although I don’t know how true this might be, I do know everyone can agree I'm definitely more bubbly than doctor Gregory House, but that's for another day to discuss. I'm usually the one people send in to try and cheer up patients. Because of this, I mostly work in the pediatrics ward where young, sick children are. Sometimes, I have an easy time talking to the kids and making them happier, and sometimes, I don't; usually, when I'm upset, I have a hard time.

Right now, I'm having a very difficult time.

A young New Jersey girl at the age of 11 had developed mastoiditis, an infection that affects the mastoid bone above the ear and is typically caused by a middle ear infection. Usually, this all clears up, but sadly, this infection had grown to be so bad that the girl ended up with only twenty-three percent of her hearing left in the one ear. Although this is the case, I'm not having a hard time because of the girl's loss of hearing, no.

I have my own problems at the moment.

Since I'm working in the children's ward, I don't get to see Wilson or Greg as much as I want to. Despite Greg's tendency to be an asshole, he's still my best friend and not to mention that Wilson is the kind of guy anyone can talk to about anything. However, our schedules are all different, so, as I said: we don't get to see each other that often.

At least they're still in my life though. For my family, I can’t say the same. Recently, I've just lost the closest person to me in my family; although it wasn’t through death, but through immaturity and childishness. Because of this, all of my other family members have closed me out as well, causing me to be alone. With all of my friends busy and my family shutting me out, I have no one to talk to or enjoy time with... no one. I can't even get a boyfriend for Christ's sake, and it's not like the guy I have my eyes on actually likes me back. Greg is the type of guy you can easily fall in love with, yet at the same, you really shouldn't.

"Doctor (y/n)," the young girl by the name of Jessie states. Putting all my focus back on her, I remind myself not become distracted anymore today. This isn’t the first time, unfortunately. "Will my hearing ever return?"

I smile sadly at her and shake my head. "I'm sorry, Jessie," I tell her. "Your hearing in that ear won't return, but it's not a bad thing!" I assure her. She smiles in relief. "We can always get you a hearing aid, and that will help get your hearing back to normal again, but the wait might be a little long," I explain. "Is that okay with you?"

She nods her head at my question. "I'm okay with that, doctor (Y/n)," Jessie tells me, "I'll have my family help me until then," she smiles brightly. "You can always look up to your family, right?" She states, confident in her words.

Tears slowly rising to my eyes at the thought, I nod and quickly blink them away. "That's right," I tell her, still smiling. "And don't you ever forget it," looking toward her parents, I nod my head. "The discharge nurse will be here in a few moments with the papers. If you'll excuse me..."

Without another word, I quickly leave the room and walk as fast as I can to the nearest empty room. I prefer going to James’ office instead, but it's two floors away, and I don't want any awkward elevator trips. So, before I have a mental breakdown in the middle of the hallway, I find an unlocked janitorial closet before walking in and closing the door behind me, ultimately sliding down the hardwood door once it's shut.

Sitting on the cold, tile floor, I begin sobbing as quiet as I can, my hand covering my mouth. I already had my family drama on my mind all day, but for that girl to unintentionally throw it back in my face? That was the frosting on top of the already leaning, three-layer cake.

Tears stream down my cheeks like raindrops as I cry my heart out. I can tell my cheeks are red by the sensation of heat I currently feel on them; my hands feel it too. I'm crying so hard my chest begins to heave up and down as if I were having a panic attack. Oh God, I can't have a panic attack. Not here, not now.

Behind me, I feel two knocks on the door, causing me to halt. The only problem is: the knock wasn't above me, it was where my back is against the door. Remind you, I'm currently sitting on the floor. The only way someone can knock that low is if there is a midget behind the door there or someone used something like a cane... it's Greg.

Slowly moving up a little, I shakily open the door and let the grey haired man in, watching as he looks at me with pity. I've never seen the confident doctor House look like this with anyone. It's like a... a totally different Greg.

Sitting down beside me against the door, Greg drops his cane beside him as he sighs and wraps his arm around me before gently tugging my body close to his. Shocked, I tense up, tears no longer pouring out of my eyes. Greg never comforts anyone like this. He always makes fun of them or says something that many people take offense to, but he never... he never cares. He always brushes it off his shoulder, yet for some reason, he seems like he actually cares this time.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his voice deep as usual with no emotion.

I wait a few seconds before lying. "Nothing important," I tell him, my voice wavering from my scattered emotions.

Pulling me back to face him, Greg looks me in the eye before sighing again. "I know you've been crying by the wet tears on your cheeks, slight puffiness, and redness to your eyes, and fast-paced breathing - and I don’t even have to be a doctor to notice that," he breaks down my current state, lifting an eyebrow. "Now, are you going to begrudgingly tell me what's wrong or do I need to stay in here with you until you finally give in to all my unrelenting sexiness."

His comment makes me laugh, causing a grimace of a smile to fall on House's lips. Out of all of us, I've been the only one to do that. I've been the only one to break Greg's stone exterior and interior. Plus, It doesn't help that I like Greg romantically. I like the fact that he's confident and witty; he's not afraid to be himself. Although, he can still be quite an ass to others, but to me, he’s always been nothing but kind. Even when I first started working here, he was still patient and sweet - a rare sight to everyone else. It used to hurt me to think he’ll never feel the same way as me, but I’ve gotten so used to that fact that it doesn’t even bother me anymore.

"It's just... my family," I explain, Greg pushing my head back onto his shoulder as he holds me. At this point, I'm not shocked by anything he does. The infamous doctor could be high for all I know. He probably took a few Vicodin tablets before coming down here now that I think of it.

"They've completely... shut me out," I explain, shrugging as I rest my hand on his shoulder. "They never talk to me anymore, they've blocked me in any way of even trying to talk to them. My cousin just sent me an email last night telling me that I didn't need to contact them anymore as they no longer wanted me in their lives," I close my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Plus, I wish I could work with you guys again," I take a breath before saying the next thing. "I miss you."

A few seconds of silence pass before Greg leans down to my face level. Opening my eyes, I'm greeted by his own sapphire orbs, watching as he continually inches forward until his lips plant themselves on mine. Our eyes close at the same time in response to the touch of our lips, and they stay that way too. With my heart beating fast and a different fire in my cheeks, I instantly respond to his kiss while placing my hands on the sides of his face, feeling his hands attach themselves to my hips as I do so. We kiss until we have to breathe, both of us pulling apart simultaneously.

"They don't deserve you," Greg tells me, a little out of breath. "You are wonderful; a decent and kind human being, inside and out," he takes a small pause, flashing his blue eyes down to mine. "I never thought I’d say this, but… because of you, I think maybe not everyone is a horrible person and that maybe I can be a bit nicer a time or two," he then smiles at me, kissing me once more. "You have made me feel love believe it or not."

Smiling, I lean up to kiss his forehead before sitting back down and resting my head against his chest, my eyes cast upon him as he looks down at me. "You've also made me feel love," I confess to him, my voice shy. "I've grown to love you as well. You and your sarcastic comments and witty comebacks and your insults to apparent stupid people," for once, he laughs, making me grin. "I can't help but love it all."

After a few moments, Greg speaks up. "I know I can't be your entire family," he murmurs, holding me close. "But I can try to be your... your..." He draws on, clearly trying to come up with an appointed title for himself. After a few seconds, I giggle and cut him off.

"Boyfriend?" I ask, making him roll his eyes.

"I was going to say significant other," he argues, looking over to me. "The term boyfriend is so, well, childish," he complains, making me giggle.

Leaning closer, I peck his lips. "Good thing you have a childish mind," I tease him, pressing my lips to his one more time before he responds to my comment with something horrible or completely inappropriate. It is Doctor House we’re talking about, after all.

[mazuwii]

Getting Lost with the AOT characters!

Levi:

-I think it's fairly obvious he's going to stay silent and tell you to shut up everytime you try saying something because he knows you're clueless

-he's just flipping the map upside down, right side up, to the left to the right

-you will get back and it won't be because of the map, you two agree to stalk a bird out of the forest😭😭😭

Eren:

-he gets so frustrated. He has no idea how he got it wrong, he's retracing his steps and can't remember crap

-even though you're panicking yourself you have to remain calm because of how this boy sounds. He sounds like he's on the verge of getting electrocuted

-The whole time he's demanding you follow him because his memory is good and you just threaten to knock him out and carry him.

Bertholdt:

-he's somehow good at it, like he's been in the forest so many times that he knows it like the back of his hand

-since it's getting dark he smiles reassuringly and holds your hand so you don't lose him

-Okay but you two heard russling in the bushes and found two squirrels having seggs 💀that scared you more than the monster you were expecting

-sorry that headcannon was out of NOWHERE

Reiner:

-he's brave and shit until it's dark and gloomy and you two are in the middle of nowhere

-He BAWLS the moment he realises his phone has no signal so calling anyone is not possible

-is clinging onto your hand and denies it when you ask if he's still crying.

-at one point he thought he saw a ghost so he threw you over his shoulder and DARTED aimlessly while you wailed at the top of your lungs

Jean:

-he carries a compass around with him 100%, is jokingly trying to scare you with myths

-I personally think you guys would get lost for the day and since it's night time you can't see anything so at that point he starts a fire and you both continue your journey in the morning

-turns out the exit was right in front of you but you know our baby horse💀 always a dunce

Armin:

-he wouldn't cry or panic he would probably stand still and try to come up with a logical plan

-he most likely would help you climb up a tree to see how far away from the entrance of the forest you guys are

-I mean if it begins to get dark he can get very pale and paranoid, like the man kept walking into trees

-reminds you every 2 seconds that he's got you

Erwin:

-He's been keeping track of everything there's no way you could get lost

-he remembers things the old way, like a child. Something like:a red musbroom, then a tree stump, bridge, etc.

-NOTHING scares him, there could be a tiger inside that shit ass forest and he'd just 👁👁 hello

Zeke:

-he insists on climbing somewhere high to see everything beneath him, like you can't climb so you waited for him on the ground

-monkey man- He just needs his hands to climb, nothing else

-you did trip and hurt your knee so you got a piggyback ride on the monke man.

-you get back home faster than expected

Porco:

-Not good to get lost with him, he gets so frustrated. He's so mad that he crumples the map and you just deadpan because it's the last piece of info that can save you

-Get a load of shit with you if you go hiking with him because there's a 90% chance you'll get lost and he'll either blame it on himself or rage like an animal

-at some point your friends find you because it had been too long and Porco just goes "Fucking finally" with his arms raised completely💀

Hange:

-She doesn't give a fuck LMAO

-"Hey um, honey... we're lost..." you say, staring at the map as if it were an alien language. She stops her staring contest with the wood pecker and turns to you with an amused look. "Are we now?" She hums, returning her gaze back to the animal hidden within the shadow of the towering trees.

-Like I said, she can survive up to 3 months in the wild by herself

-Let's just say sometimes it's quick, other times you get Erwin and Levi to try and find you

Pieck:

-She sounds like a middle school teacher 💀 "Oh deary me... we're lost." She taps her chin and looks around in thought.

-I imagine you'd be the calmer person in the relationship but you'd lose your shit in this scenario

-She's just stroking your head while you have a full on panic attack, chuckling about how much you're overreacting and how the both of you will find your way back

Mikasa:

-She's 100% the best person to get lost with

-Like Hange, strong and intelligent enough to survive in the wild but she'd rather not live like that and find a way out

-Tells you to stay behind her incase anything creeps up

-her words are so reassuring and true. Like if she says 'we'll make it out of here' she ain't playin

-Miss gurl here wouldnt sit her ass still SHES SEARCHIN THE WHOLE DAY

Mike:

-Is rambling on how he's an expert on hikes and how he would never ever get lost.

-Chill we get it just find a way out😩

-He did make notes on what he saw on the way so that slightly helps but Mike seems like the type of person to move away from the exit by accident without even realising💀

-you could be telling him how the both of you are going to a different location and he just tells you to 'trust the process'

Sasha:

-you're terrified, she'd eat anything she deems edible tbh

-because you don't want that happening you both try to find your way back using the map yet you still fail

-However when she takes control of it, she begins to pull out knowledge that you never knew she had

-she's pretty fast at navigating her way back and protects both you and her surprisingly well

Annie:

-curses under her breath and begins to try and remember her steps, will probably tell you to shut up even if you aren't saying anything

-like she's even scaring feral animals away from you guys💀

-eventually it's almost night time and she lets it out by wailing 'DAMN IT' at the top of her lungs with birds flying out of trees💀

-her last resort is to just keep walking even if it's almost nightime and thankfully you somehow make it out together

Kenny:

-He's making weird noises as supposed to groaning, realising you're both stuck in this shit ass forest

-I can tell you, he runs so that he can find the way out before night and worst part is he grabs your hand so you're just dying from the amount of sprinting he does

-He assumes everything is there to attack you both, a cat popping out of a bush? He wrapped his arms around you and squealed.

[hotwings0203]

Guys I’m having another Bakugo brainrot

Tw: bullying, noncon, nonconsensual peeping, manipulation

Remember that one episode of MHA where the class goes to the sauna and M*neta tries to check da girls out over the wall?

Imagine the same scenario, but years later when they’re all older

The class wanted a reunion, just to relax and blow off some steam

You’re with the girls, and you all lay back in the hot water reminiscing about the older days when everyone was still getting the hang of their own quirks

Mina brings up this exact same scene but years ago.

“Ohmigosh, do you guys remember the last time we came in our first year here and Mineta totally tried to get a peek at us?”

“Ugh, I hope Iida is keeping a good hold on him right now,” Ochacko giggles, kicking her feet up to rest on a rock

You hum in agreement, tilting your head back to rest against the wooden wall separating you and the boys.

As it was, Uraraka was almost spot on with her hopes. Except, Iida and Tokoyami were out getting refreshments for the rest of the boys, leaving the remaining group to their own plot.

Which was lead by Mineta, of course, who had the brilliant idea to spy on the girls, just like they almost did years back.

“Guys, come on, please they’re right there!” He practically salivates, wildly gesturing to the tall wooden wall in front of them.

Most of them shift uncomfortably and groan about him being a creep as usual, but the rest stay silent.

Mineta takes their lack of outright refusal as fuel to keep blabbering.

“Look, we almost got away with it back then-“

“-You mean you got away with it, we didn’t do shit. And you didn’t exactly get off scot-free, Kota completely demolished your attempts and you landed ass down on Four-Eyes’ face,” Bakugo drawls, leaning his head backwards and looking up at the obsidian sky. The boys laugh, remembering the ridiculous event.

The night is cool, the stars littering the inky atmosphere take the pressure off of Bakugo’s lungs. For weeks now they’ve been training like dogs, battling each other and even minor villains for extra practice of their quirks. This trip was supposed to be a leisure getaway, not a free porno.

But the grape-headed perv is insistent, scoffing and waving the blond’s quip off like some annoying fly.

“You know, there’s something in it for you too, Bakugo. I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N.”

This causes a murmur and a couple of light beers towards the blond, who in turn snarls and ignites his hand to quell the commotion. All of them had an inkling that Katsuki Bakugo had finally set his sights on some poor girl, and that was you. It was such a rare sight to see his face flush slightly when you walked past him, the way he stuttered over his words a bit when you two would be conversing amongst the same group, and best of all, when they would see how he would excuse himself to the bathroom or locker room occasionally when your hero suit would tear in certain places after battles.

“Shut the fuck up 3’2, unlike you I don’t need to ogle at those brain dead bimbos.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you thought of Y/N as a ‘brain dead bimbo’, Bakugo, I’ll be sure to let her know how you feel” Mineta grinned maliciously, and the boys ‘oooo’ed at the jab.

Bakugo’s voice caught in his throat.

“You wouldn’t,” he growled, rising slightly out of the water.

“I already know you’ll kill me afterwards, but I’m prepared for the repercussions if you don’t help...cooperate here,” Grapehead inspected a cuticle and feigned a yawn.

“Come on Bakugo, it’s not like it’s gonna hurt anyone! Well keep this to ourselves,” Denki chimed in a little too eagerly.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re only asking for your and everyone’s support so that we can focus better on training y’know? A little fun never killed anyone.” Sero threw his arm over Kirishima’s shoulder, who blushed at the whole ordeal but kept silent all the while.

Katsuki looked around. Slowly, others were starting to really listen in and look interested at the outcome of Mineta’s plan. Surely a little peeping wouldn’t be too bad would it? And plus, it was only a one time thing.

Shoto was faring the same way as Kirishima, quiet and maybe embarrassed at what they were planning on doing, but no outright refusal. Even Deku had a weird longing glint in his eye, the same kind he would get when he used to fawn over All Might.

He thought about it for a minute more, a chance to see you, naked, honest, and pure, splashing around with your friends as you let your femininity dangle as it pleased.

“Do whatever the hell you want. I’m not taking blame if the bird and glasses come back, though.”

Hushed cheers and excited murmurs erupt from around the spring, and they huddle together to form a plan.

A couple minutes later, the boys were grouping around the wooden panels. Todoroki had burned a hole into the soft wood, and sero had used his transparent tape to cover it up so that the girls couldn’t see it from their side.

And there they were, completely bare, hair flowing, curves showing, voices mature and high pitched giggles emanating from around the water and bank.

Bakugo seeks you out immediately after the hole is made, shoving his way through the crowded bodies much to the amusement of others. But he doesn’t care, all he wants at the moment is to see you in your most honest element.

He doesn’t have to look long, because you’re right there, you’re right in front of them, only a few meters away. Your back is facing them, but the sight of your smooth, naked back and the round curve of your ass squishing against the rocks underneath you is enough to make Bakugo’s cock bob painfully above the water. It’s not too hard to hide his erection since the boys’s attention is elsewhere at the moment.

Your hair is open, and he wants nothing more than to feel it in his hands, run his fingers though your scalp and pull so hard that your neck is snapped back, he wants to know what kind of noises you’ll make for him, would you sound shrill and high pitched or would you wail and bellow for him to let go?

They can hear the girls talking amongst themselves, the hole in the wall makes their voices more audible and clear.

“Quit playing coy, Jirou, we know you’ve got your eye on someone,” Hagakure’s body is nowhere to be found as usual, but her chipper voice rings out from the middle of the hot spring.

Jirou is a few feet away from where you sit, her body also being shown for everyone to see. Bakugo glances at Kaminari to confirm his suspicion, but gags and quickly looks away when he gets an eyeful of his friends’ erect cock.

Not that Bakugo himself has room to talk, though.

“I mean, not really, it’s not a big deal.” The ravenette shifts and hides her head from the rest of girls’ cooing.

“Uh huh, sure. You’re not fooling anyone Kiyoka, I’ve seen the way you look at Denki. You two can’t keep your eyes off each other, it’s cute,” you purr, and Bakugo holds himself back from shoving the other guys out of the way just so that he can hear your voice the best.

Squeals and sounds of splashing fill the air, and Sero and Kirishima whisper excitedly and clap their red-faced friend on the back. Denki can’t keep the 50K watt smile off his face, and even Bakugo grunts and knocks shoulders with him, letting him know that he was happy for the human charger.

But then Jirou claps back with her own snarky observation, and the boys fall hush at the new revelation.

“Alright, you wanna talk about ogling Y/N? Then tell me, how’s Deku doing?”

“Or Bakugo, too,” Mina adds slyly, and now all the girls’ attention, as well as the boys’, is on you.

Bakugo felt like he had whiplash. He would’ve been elated, on Cloud 9 even to hear that maybe you had something for him too, had shitty Deku’s name not have been thrown in there too.

And he looks around wildly for the green haired freak, the freckles dusted across the expanse of his face even more prominent from the deep blush quickly forming, his scarred hands holding the sides of his face shaking in awe and gleeful shock.

But the rest of the boys aren’t as oblivious to how Bakugo seethes at his rival’s joy, from the way the water gets hotter from his quirk sparking underneath the rippling waves. Kirishima scoots closer to his friend and gently lays a hand on his shoulder as if to say, calm down, man. Not right now.

And so the hothead leaves it for the time being, opting to hear your response.

“I-it’s really nothing, they’re both just good classmates like the rest of the guys,” and although your back is turned to them, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re embarrassed too, your leg skittishly bouncing in front of you is making your ass jiggle from the back, much to the delight of the salivating boys.

Bakugo wants to spill blood when he suddenly realizes your body is being shown for the rest of these dogs to see

The girls start teasing you, your splutters being drowned out by their playful accusations.

“Come on L/N, whose cuter?”

“Dont act all coy now, I know how nervous you get when you’re all close to Bakugo. I mean I don’t blame you, have you seen his muscles? He could crush someone’s head with those things!”

“Yeah, but have you seen the way she giggles when Deku starts his mumbling tangents? That’s a classic crush right there.”

Bakugo is getting desperate to hear your answer now, some of the boys have left, feeling like they had their full of excitement for the night. They saw some tits and ass, heard some gossip, end of story.

The only ones remaining were Bakugo and his gang, as well as IcyHot and Shitty Deku.

Shitty Deku, who seemed equally eager to hear your response.

It pissed him off that he wasn’t getting the message to fuck off, even after all the growling and death stares he was receiving from his childhood friend.

But he guesses after a lifetime of dealing with it, it doesn’t scare Deku as much as it does anymore.

Maybe he’ll have to amp it up, later

“W-well I mean both of them have their own respective...flaws and strengths I guess..sometimes Deku can be kinda hard to talk to ‘cuz he’s so shy, but Bakugo can be a real jerk at times, too.”

You trail off, and Bakugo scoffs to himself. Him? Flaws? Those two words didn’t go well in one sentence together, but nonetheless he continues to listen. He wouldn’t refute the notion of him being an asshole, he wasnt that delusional.

“And yeah, I mean Bakugo definitely intimidates me sometimes with how aggressive he can be, but Deku is definitely getting up there in terms of physical prowess. But in terms of who I like, I’d have to say-“

“Midoriya! Bakugo! What are you two doing over there?”

Iidas voice booms across the water, and all 6 of the boys jump back, startled at the intrusion.

“No, wait-“ Bakugo hisses, clawing his way towards the hole to hear the rest of what you had to say, but Sero and Todoroki shove him back and patch the hole up with fire and tape, shutting off your confession.

Deku waves his arms around wildly, stammering some excuse of dropping his towel in the spot where they all were sheepishly gathered. They eventually waded their way over to where Tokoyami had set the drinks down, but the blond was shaking with hot rage despite the cool refreshment that was shoved into his hand by a wary Kirishima.

“Don’t sweat it dude, it’s not like her and Midoriya are gonna da-“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll blast both your and his head off,” he glowers at the redhead, shorting a dark look to where an all-too-happy Deku was chatting with Todoroki, as if they hadn’t been drooling over their naked classmates merely a couple minutes ago.

Kirishima backs off with raised hands in surrender, leaving Katsuki to mull over the situation by himself.

You couldn’t seriously be interested in that green haired freak, right? I mean he could barely talk to a girl without tripping over his own damn tongue, for fucks sake.

Not that he was any better himself. He failed to acknowledge the times where you had merely asked him for an extra pencil, when he snapped at you for being such a fuckin’ dumbass that you couldn’t even remember to bring your own shit. He had done that out of pure impulse, but he regretted it the moment he saw your face fall, his heart clenching at the sight

He’d have to show you that he was the better option, regardless of if you wanted it or not.

And so when they had all gotten out of the water and gotten ready for food, Bakugo already knew what he had to do.

You were all eating outside in the camp pavilion, each at their own separate tables. He was sitting with the boys, all of them joking around and throwing food at each other while he was staring you down.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. How could you expect him to, after he had seen half of you bare already? It was sinful almost, the way you were completely in the dark about what he had seen and heard, while he himself was fantasizing about what you looked like and felt like on the front.

So when Deku came by your table, no doubt also having the same conversation of the springs in mind, wanting to get closer to you, Bakugo felt his sanity snap.

The fork he held in his hand started melting in his ignited hand, steam curling from his palm. He watched as the green-eyed fuck made successful shitty attempts to make you laugh, his eyes trained on where you gently laid a hand on his shoulder after something he said that made you throw your head back and howl with glee.

“Hey man, your fork-!” Kaminari yelped, pointing at the disfigured mess of metal in his friend’s steaming hand.

“Huh?” Bakugo was pulled out of his irate daze, and he quickly dropped the fork when he saw what he unconsciously did.

They all looked at him for an uneasy minute after noticing the expression on his face, no doubt understanding he was furious about being compared to Deku once again in front of you.

“Look, Bakugo, don’t really take what Y/N said to heart. We don’t know who she actually likes, and Midoriya’s just her friend...” but Sero trails off hesitantly after glancing in your direction, seeing Deku’s dreamy expression as your hand still continues to rest on his shoulder.

“Just let her come to you, yeah? You don’t wanna force anything on her, that’ll make her really uncomfortable-“

-“Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair, and mind your own damn business,” Bakugo interjects, abruptly unscrewing his drink and standing up, unable to lose you to some broccoli- headed bug-eyed fuck.

He stiffly walks across the pavilion to where you two sit, and feigns a swig from his bottle. Your focus is still on Deku, so you don’t notice him approach until he comes up behind you two and ‘trip’s, falling forward and strategically spilling the liquid all over Deku’s back and your front.

You squeal as your blouse is drenched, and Deku shoots up from his seat to grab some napkins while searching for the perpetrator.

“What the- Kacchan?”

“Oops.”

Bewildered, you look at the two while dabbing the wet splotches on your shirt, Mina and Tsu jumping into action to help you.

The boys exchange a weird look, and although Bakugo gave his version of an apology, he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, if you saw it right he looked almost...smug? With a bit of anger?

Deku wasn’t any easier to understand either. His voice was lilted as usual while he grabbed napkins, but his gaze never left his childhood friends’ and his eyes weren’t exactly the big doe-eyes you had grown fond of.

They were darkened, and narrowed as they bored into Bakugo’s eyes. Neither one of them was looking away from each other, and there was a weird tension in the air that everyone could sense.

But you couldn’t focus on that right now, you had to go and wash up.

“I gotta change and maybe take a shower, I can feel it sticking to my skin,” you scrunch your nose in disgust and tell Mina as you stand to leave. Deku offers to walk you, but you wave him off kindly.

As you pass by Bakugo, you can feel his eyes rove up and down your body, very obviously staring at the way your white shirt clings to your chest from the liquid, sending chills up your spine.

But he doesn’t come after you, not yet.

It’s only after everyone has finished up from their dinner and headed off to bed almost 20 minutes later that the showers finally, finally warm up enough for you to dip a hesitant toe in.

Curse the old pipes.

*******

He watches you from the dark, the only light you’re provided with is the dim emergency light from the rusty bulb, the camp counselors having been shut the facility’s lights off merely a half hour ago. But you were stubborn in waiting for the water to warm up so you were left alone in the showers, shifting uncomfortably in your sticky wet clothes.

And then miraculously you get up for the umpteenth time to check the temperature of the water, and it’s finally deemed appropriate for you when you sigh in relief and start taking your shoes off.

He hides in the door partition, his cock hardening slowly as he thinks of you alone with just him and his mercy. You were going to pay for almost breaking his heart and prancing around with stupid fucking Deku instead.

But asides from his rage, he still liked you, a lot. He wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you, so he decided to try and attempt to make your first time with him as gentle and as special as he could in the dirty cabin showers.

Bakugo waits with bated breath for the right moment, and the second your hands grip the end of your shirt to pull it up, he slowly emerges from the dark.

“You know, I’m glad you came here alone, at night. It’s almost like you wanted this.”

You jump violently at the low voice coming from seemingly nowhere, and you wildly look around for the source until you see him...coming at you slow from the inky abyss of the room, like a predator stalking his prey.

His figure seems to loom even larger than he actually is, the shadows of his tall body bouncing off the walls and grazing over the top of your head. He seems to be in no rush, taking his time with his hands in his pockets, eyes flashing dangerously at you as he stalks forward until he’s backed you up against the deteriorating wall, chest to chest with you.

“W-what the hell, Bakugo,” you stammer nervously. “This is the girls room, you can’t be here-“

And the hand you raise to push him away is caught in his calloused ones, your other wrist is quickly seized as well and slammed above your head. You cry out in pain and try kicking out, but he wedges a bulky knee in between your thigh and shoves his face mere millimeters away from yours, a mean leer adorning his normally-attractive face.

“What, I can’t be here? And here I was thinking that you almost liked me. But oh, I forgot, Deku’s your favorite, right?” The grip on your wrist tigthens and his leg flexes from in between your thighs.

You squirm and sob, about to ask what the hell he was talking about-

Oh.

Oh no.

He sees the understanding pass over your face, and he laughs cruelly at the horror that comes with it.

“You heard me? How?”

“Not just heard. I saw you, too.”

He lets his eyes drop from your neck, to your chest, and then to the juncture between your legs which was being massaged by his knee.

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize he was watching you this entire evening in the springs. How he got away with it, you didn’t want to even know.

“I saw your hair open for the first time, and not in that stupid hairdo you always do for school.”

He trails his hand softly up the sides of your body and up your neck until he reaches his big hand into your scalp. You whimper and gasp as he laces his fingers through your locks, seeming to caress you but then harshly yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look at him head on.

“I saw your ass pressed up against the rocks, and I wished it was up against my cock instead.”

He removes his hand from your hair and snakes it down to your bottom, kneading and slapping it lightly. You writhe even harder now, too scared to make a noise in case he hurts you even worse, just wanting him to get the hell off of you.

“But I didn’t see the front of you. I imagined what you would look like with tears streaming down your face while I was stuffing you full of me”

He plays with the edge of your shirt, a dark look in his eye as he plays with you. You try to budge your hands but to now avail, only serving in annoying him and shoving his knee up further into your crotch. The pressure on your clit is immense, and your legs start shaking as you’re forced to be suspended almost midair on his knee.

“Take this off,” he says softly, the rasp catching in his voice.

“Bakugo, please. You don’t have to do this, I swear I won’t tell anyone-“

“You think I’m worried about if you’ll tell anyone? Hah! I already know you won’t, wanna know why?”

He leans in, inhaling the scent of your hair and grazing his nose along the side of your neck. You force yourself to breath in and out, feeling an impending heart attack.

“‘Cause if you do, I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of everyone, especially on Deku’s broken body.”

And then you can’t stop them, the tears fall from your body shaking in pure fear at his threat.

You knew he wouldn’t actually do something like that, but hearing it snarled in your ear so softly made you believe it all the same, the power he held while you were fucked, literally and metaphorically.

“Now I’m not gonna ask you again. Take this shit off before I burn it, bitch.”

You don’t want to piss him off further, so with trembling hands you lift the edge of your sticky uniform and start to pull it off, but he stops you with a frustrated grunt.

“Slowly. I wanna savor this while no ones here.”

You bite your lip and suppress a scream as you do what he says.

And oh, does he ever savor it. The shirt clings deliciously to your breasts, and he licks his lips as it ruffles up and over your head. Your skin is perspiring from the humid air, a sheen of sweat lightly decorating your collarbones. Bakugo can’t hold himself back any longer, and you yelp when he comes at you suddenly.

He lunges at your face and pins your arms down by your side again as his lips mesh against yours, his kiss filled with clacking teeth and a thrashing tongue against your lips. The knee you’re straddling is bouncing lightly up and down, jostling you on it and causing your cunt to pulsate with heat.

You let out a distressed moan, and he swallows it greedily, using the advantage of your open mouth to delve deeper into your wet cavern. You open bleary eyes and flinch when you find his already wide open, staring back into unforgiving vermillion orbs.

He pulls back slightly, panting. “I bet Deku didn’t get this kind of treatment, huh? It’s all for me right?”

You don’t know if he’s genuinely asking you or just being insane, so you don’t answer him. Fortunately and unfortunately for you, he doesn’t care for your response, rather more focusing on dragging you by your neck towards the hot showers.

You slip and stumble as he shoves you in a stall, gaining your balance only too late when he turns and locks the door.

“Look, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, just forget you saw or heard anything at the springs, it was just girl talk, stupid stuff that didn’t mean anything-“

“-even if it didn’t mean anything to you I’ll make sure you believe what you’ll feel after I fuck you senseless.”

And with that, he tugs off his clothes and licks his lips at the sight of you cowering against the wall, naked and oh so vulnerable.

He slowly shifts towards you, pressing his body flush against your trembling one. You can feel the outline of his erection on your thigh, and you swallow at how big it is.

“I don’t wanna have to close your mouth or restrain you when I’m balls deep in that tight cunt. So don’t do anything stupid and this’ll be a whole lot easier for you.”

He reaches a hand down and lightly strokes your labia, relishing in how you whimper and jerk against him, but don’t dare try to stop his hand.

Smart girl

Another hand finds its way to your tits, tugging and pulling at your hardened nipples. You gasp and arch into his touch, slowly coming undone from his ministrations. He humps against your leg like a teenage kid, grunting while he does so.

His mouth is attacking yours once again, but now you’re too tired from the constant surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins to even move your head. You just let him play with your body, your heart, your soul.

“I think the princess is wet enough for me now,” he leers at you when he pulls his fingers away, scissoring his digits to show the strings of wetness he pulled from your pussy.

You squeal and grab onto his chiseled arms as he suddenly hikes his hands underneath your upper thighs and picks you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his middle for support.

He slams you against the wall, the water cascading down your head is making your hair stick to your face, and in a strange and sudden show of intimacy Bakugo softly moves your locks away from your eyes. Your gazes lock, yours desperate and tear filled while his scarlet hues show no signs of mercy, but rather a strange predatory hunger.

Your arms scrabble behind his head and on his shoulders for balance as he slowly sinks you down on his length. You hiss and throw your head back at the sensation of being filled, and he eats it up.

He watches the way your mouth opens, your eyes widen, as every sinful sound your body can make escapes you.

As if he needed more of an ego boost

You wail as the last inches are sucked into your dripping hole, and he lets out a mean breathy laugh.

“Fuck, you really were ready huh? I should’ve taken you weeks ago, little slut.”

Your brows furrow and you try to turn your face away but he snatches your chin in a hardened grip.

“Uh-uh, none of that shit. You were doing so well, don’t turn away from me now.”

He slowly starts to roll his hips minutely into yours, not exactly thrusting but enough movement to make your cunt flutter and throb.

“What do you want me to say? You got what you wanted!” You whisper to him, more tears falling down freely down your cheeks.

He can’t help himself, he groans and surges forward to lick the salty rivers up, gripping your ass tightly when you flinch.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me how much you want me, how much better I am than that green-haired bastard and I won’t shove it up your ass.”

You can feel his abdomen clench and shake from the effort he’s making not to completely batter your cervix so you give in quickly, afraid of what he’s like when his thin strands of self restraint snap.

“I...I love you Bakugo. I really want y-ooh!”

The last bit of your sentence is choked off as he lifts you up all the way to his tip and slams your hips down his length. You gasp and weave your hands through his hair for support, your legs violently shaking at the pain.

He grunts and starts really giving it to you, setting a fast pace as he bounces you on his cock. Your head is bobbing around, you’re fairly certain there’s drool coming down your lips but you can’t find it in you to care as he fucks you into oblivion.

After a couple of more painful thrusts he pushes you against the wall and removes your hands from his hair, holding them above your head against the wall. You’re trapped with your upper half plastered against the dingy tile while your lower half is wrapped his dick.

Your cunt swallowing him down is the only leverage you have, so your whole body weight presses down on his shaft. He moans loudly at the pressure on his tip, your gooey hot walls clamping around him from every angle and you yourself can’t help it when your eyes roll back at the sensation.

He rocks his hips up, and up you go as well, whining and clawing at the wall behind you, desperately grappling onto your sanity as well. Your tits bounce with each thrust, and his glinting eyes take perverse joy in their obscene movements.

Bakugo starts moving in earnst now, deeming the slow strokes enough prep for you. He batters your womb, reaching places not even your fingers could access, making you go cross eyed.

He sees this and snickers at your pathetic state.

“Fuck yeah you little whore. You’re gonna learn no one else can satisfy this slutty pussy like I can.”

You give him nothing but a choked gasp in response. You head moves like a bobblehead, you can’t even see clearly from the water cascading into your eyes. He’s just a towering blob of ashy blond hair and large muscles.

His hips start stuttering in their rhythm, drawing to a close from his contrasting pounding minutes earlier. Your nails rake over his forearms, holding on for dear life as he pants and groans into your ear like an animal. His dick spasms inside you for a second or two, and then Bakugo suddenly holds you tight against him, wet bodies pressed against each other as he cums.

He lets out a loud moan as you whine into his shoulder at the sensation of his hot seed filling you up. You’re held against his heaving chest for a moment of two, the both of you catching your breath until he slowly backs up and lets you slip to the ground.

It’s suddenly very quiet, the sound of the shower is drowned out by the ringing in your head. You’re shaking, shock overcoming your abused body as you refuse to look at him.

But he won’t have any of that. He steps forward, and you flinch yet again, scrambling backwards to put very necessary space between him and you.

“You got what you wanted. Please leave, I won’t say anything to anyone.” You breath out shakily.

He’s silent for a moment before you hear him chuckle. His low chuckles grow louder and more derisive, he’s booming with sinister laughter and you snap your head up in horror at him.

“You think this is done?”

He crouches to your level suddenly, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head at you, eyeing your naked body that he so recently claimed as his. His gaze travels down to where his cum seeps from between your legs, and you quickly cross your limbs over to prevent him from seeing the lewd sight.

“You’re mine now, Y/N. I already told you, you’re not gonna be talking to Deku, or any other guy apart from me. You think they’ll even want you when they find out how you loved being fucked in the dirty showers? Everyone’s gonna call you a slut, nothing else.”

“No, that’s not true you-“

He crawls to you, and it’s so mesmerizingly terrifying to see a man of his build crawl to you like some deranged humanoid that you shut up, words caught in your throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” He says softly. “You’re my bitch now, and you’ll do whatever the fuck I say, when I say it.”

Bakugo might’ve felt a little bad to see the girl he liked so scared of him all because of his doing, but the way you trembled and crossed your legs like the stupid, helpless little girl that you were erased every hesitancy from his mind.

He grabbed your cheeks and smushed them together, paying no mind to the pleas and whimpers you let out in retaliation.

Licking a long stripe up your neck, you shivered when he growled, “now clean up and be outside in 10 minutes, you’re sleeping in my bunk tonight. The guys are all asleep so we’ll just take an empty room in the cabin.”

He released you and stood back up, grabbing a towel for himself along the way. Drying his hair off, his back was turned to you as he started picking his clothes up too.

You just sat there in a daze, wondering what the hell just happened.

“Oh, and Y/N?” He was dressed, and he was at the door now.

“If you think about doing anything stupid or take longer than 10 minutes, I’ll come back in and get you personally. And I’ll make sure that we stay here for the rest of the night, just in case you like your little time alone that I’m giving you too much.”