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juustokaku · 2 months ago

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Confidentiality - Chapter 1. - yandere!ATEEZ OT8 x f!reader

Introduction: Joining a peer support group for mentally ill was a good idea for the last two times you were there. Then it's only natural for the third time to go well too, right?

Pairings: yandere!Hongjoong x reader, yandere!Seonghwa x reader, yandere!Yunho x reader, yandere!Yeosang x reader, yandere!San x reader, yandere!Mingi x reader, yandere!Wooyoung x reader, yandere!Jongho x reader

A/N: This is my first fan fiction I have posted in years! I'm sorry that the beginning might bore you but I'm trying to make the next chapters more interesting. This was more of an introduction than the real story. Also, please, forgive me for my English. It's not exactly immaculate since it isn't my first language. Thank you to everyone who might stumble across this and read!

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The first time you had been shaking in your boots. The next time you had been shaking as much. And now, hopefully for the last time, you were still shaking.

“What are you doing here? This is private property,” a relatively old lady opened the door you were standing behind and furrowed her thin brows.

It was winter, and you were cold already, but the chill that ran down your spine at the woman’s words made you almost visibly shudder. Did she not remember you?

Your hands inside your mittens squeezed into fists. Anxious tears welled up in your eyes. As usual, you couldn’t handle people being angry or even stern at you.

You would have probably run away in a couple seconds, but the woman smiled at you suddenly and pushed the door wide open.

“I’m just joking, dear. I remember you.”

She was supposed to be a mental health professional but still she dared to joke like that while aware of your struggles. You felt a bit irritated but didn’t dare to show it to her. She didn’t mean to scare you.

As you stepped inside the house your anxiety levels settled down for a moment. You felt a little more comfortable despite the fusty smell. The room was designed to look inviting and homey probably to make the patients relax. It was kind of like visiting a grandma which made you feel nostalgic.

“I’m glad you decided to join again,” the woman smiled sincerely as you took off your boots and set them neatly on the shoe rack.

You nodded, “I’m a bit anxious but eager to receive some help again.”

It was the third time you had joined a peer support group for people who were suffering from mental health problems. The same woman who was in front of you had held it every time. You thought she was some kind of therapist but weren’t sure anymore. It was always hard for you to remember the introductions, because your mind was an anxious mess when meeting new people.

She led you to the familiar room where all the previous support groups had been held too.

10 armchairs were placed in a wide circle. Their colors were restrained and mild so that people who had sensory issues wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. Well, they would probably feel uncomfortable here anyways due to other reasons, but it wouldn’t feel as insufferable as it could if the chairs were all bright, neon version colors of rainbow.

The lighting was comforting and warm, a stark contrast to the cold lights of a hospital.

As you were taking in the feelings of the room, the woman started speaking.

“Uh, I have to tell you something,” she started, sounding apologetic, “All the other group members are new. None of them have been here before.”

“Oh. Are any of them aggressive?” you asked nervously.

The information that you hadn’t met any of the other patients stressed you out. What if one of them was aggressive and attacked you?

“You worry too much, Y/N. They’re as stable and gentle as little lambs.”

“If they were stable, they wouldn’t be in this group.”

The woman chuckled a bit, her dimples showing as the corners of her lips rose in amusement.

“Trust me. Everyone is kind and calm,” the woman assured you.

Suddenly a man barged in and declared, “I have arrived! Get ready for trouble!”

Your heart almost stopped and a fight-or-flight response was close to being activated. But after the initial scare he gave you settled down, you stared at the man with surprise and nervousness.

Despite his attention-demanding entrance, his looks were a little less extra. He was really handsome though. He had black hair and casual clothes but your attention was caught by his mischievous dark brown eyes and a little mole under his eye.

“What’s your name?” the man noticed your staring and rushed to you before you could run away.

You barely remembered your name when the man was suddenly in front of you, a bit too close to your liking. Somehow you managed to mutter out your name to him.

“Ah, Y/N. I’m Wooyoung,” the man introduced himself, “You have beautiful eyes.”

If you didn’t forget how to speak when Wooyoung asked your name, you definitely did now. How were you supposed to answer when a stranger complimented your eyes out of the blue?

Wooyoung continued inspecting your face and expressions intently.

“Thank you... You have very... interesting eyes as well,” you smiled sheepishly.

“That sounds almost like an insult,” Wooyoung pouted, “Aren’t my eyes beautiful too?”

Oh no. Did Wooyoung think you didn’t think of his eyes as beautiful?

“No, no! I mean yes, your eyes are beautiful. I just didn’t want to sound like a creep by complimenting you too much.”

Wooyoung grinned at you, “Don’t worry. I know what you meant.”

What was wrong with everyone, joking around like that? You had your first mini heart attack earlier when you thought the woman didn’t recognize you and now Wooyoung made you think you insulted him gravely.

You took a seat on one of the armchairs. Wooyoung sat down next to you, staying quiet but glancing at you sometimes. Pretty often, to be honest. All of the time, actually.

The woman started talking with him but you couldn’t focus on listening to their conversation at all. Just fiddling with your fingers nervously as you imagined how the other patients would be like.

One by one, all of the patients arrived. Two of them were late which irritated you. You just wanted to get this session over with already.

You didn’t dare to look at anyone but you had noticed to your horror that all of the other patients were men. Maybe they would gang up on you after this session and beat you up. That’s what men did, right? You had read a lot about those kind of things on the internet.

“Alright kiddos,” the woman started, “My name is Charlotte Abbot, and I welcome you to this peer support group.”

None of you were “kiddos” anymore but young adults. Charlotte probably just felt a lot older with all those wrinkles on her face.

She went on and on about how the group works and the importance of confidentiality. A few members of the group didn’t focus at all and were looking around curiously to see who were the people that had joined the group.

“Who wants to introduce themselves first?” Charlotte asked.

Wooyoung raised his hand and started talking before Charlotte could give him a permission, “My name is Jung Wooyoung. My favorite color is black. My favorite fruit is strawberry. I like dancing. I like taking photographs. I like cooking. I like-”

Charlotte interrupted him, “Thank you, Wooyoung. Let’s give everyone a chance to introduce themselves briefly before revealing more.”

An extraordinarily stylish man raised his hand before he started speaking.

“I’m Kim Hongjoong. I’m the CEO of my own fashion brand.”

You almost gasped out loud. No wonder he was so stylish. He looked cool both in appearance and attitude. The look on his face was so focused that you bet he was a hardworking man.

“My name is Choi San. I am a personal trainer. Nice to meet you all,” a man sitting one seat away from you introduced himself politely.

You could definitely see that he was a personal trainer. His looks probably distracted all his customers from working out to look at him.

“Jeong Yunho,” a tall man next to you smiled kindly, “I’m a police officer but I do a lot of volunteering at animal shelters as well.”

You almost let your heart melt at Yunho’s words but you reminded yourself that he could be lying to make himself look more trustworthy. He could actually be a mastermind criminal who’d lure you into his trap with his promises of playful puppies and cute kittens.

“Choi Jongho,” another man simply said.

Everyone waited for him to continue but he stayed silent.

“That’s it?” Wooyoung asked.

“Shush, Wooyoung. If Jongho doesn’t want to say anything more yet, he doesn��t have to,” Charlotte reminded gently.

“Song Mingi. But you can call me Mingi. Or Mingus Dingus,” another tall man chuckled.

“Mingus... Dingus?” Wooyoung repeated, holding back his laughter. A couple other men in the room snorted too.

Mingi looked a little offended and explained, “It’s my stage name. I’m a rapper.”

You wondered what was behind Mingi’s sunglasses. Why did he wear them inside in the first place? Was he trying to hide something else than just his eyes?

It was clear that none of them were here to hurt you. But all of these new people were making you nervous. No matter how disrespectful of you was it to suspect everyone, you couldn’t help yourself.

“My name is Park Seonghwa. I like Legos and Star Wars,” a strikingly handsome man smiled sheepishly.

His interests surprised you with their innocence. One would expect that an adult man with those godly looks would be partying and sleeping with models instead of nerding away with Legos and Star Wars. It was adorable though and made you feel ever so slightly more at ease with him.

Silence filled the room as everyone was waiting for the next person to introduce themselves. Only the ticking of the clock on the wall could be heard. The silence felt uncomfortably long and you started wondering why no-one spoke.

“Could any of you two introduce yourself?” Charlotte’s voice caught your attention.

You almost wanted to cry out of embarrassment as you realized you were one of the two who were left, and you had been just sitting there like a fool. It shouldn’t be such a big deal but your ears flushed red nonetheless.

There was a man who hadn’t introduced himself yet either. His gaze was turned to the floor. As if that wasn’t enough of a sign to tell he was uncomfortable, his body was tense and hands wrapped in front of his stomach as if to protect himself.

“I’m Y/N. I like...” you paused. Someone could be here to gather information about you or use your information against you in the future. You couldn’t tell them anything too personal.

“I like dogs,” you finally said. Damn it, that was too personal! Now that psycho police officer could lure you into a dog shelter and torture puppies in front of you just to make you suffer.

Speak of the devil, Yunho smiled at you, “I like dogs too.”

You fought the urge to scream and run away. His smile was charming but that was expected from a psychopath. Those kinds of people were good at manipulating. You had read a lot of books about it in order to protect yourself better.

Nonetheless, you still smiled back nervously.

“What’s your last name?” San asked.

To be truthful or not to be: that is the question. You had purposefully left that part out of your introduction because you didn’t want to tell them your last name. What would anyone even do with that information?

“Brokelsony,” you answered.

Wooyoung snorted, “That’s not a real name, doofus. You just made that up, didn’t you?”

You got caught. Your days were numbered now. How could you ever come back after everyone knew you lied to them?

The way your eyes widened and you clutched the arms of the chair confirmed everyone that you lied. Liar, liar, pants on fire. Except you wanted your whole body to burn, not just your pants.

“Come on, what’s your real last name?” Mingi insisted.

Wooyoung joined in with a louder voice, “Yeah, we told our last names too!”

“What are you so afraid of?”

You were stressing out, gasping for air and digging for some explanation for your lie but you couldn’t think. All the noise and pressure made you dizzy.

Suddenly Jongho chimed in, “You two chose to tell your full names out of your own will. It’s not an obligation to reveal your last name, so leave her be.”

Everyone was shocked more or less. Jongho, who had been so quiet otherwise, had spoken up and defended you.

He could have been embarrassed or regretful to have all the attention directed to him now but there were no emotions on his face. Only unwavering tranquility was like painted on his whole body.

You couldn’t have been any more grateful to Jongho for the shift of attention and for being the voice of reason. The least you could do was to send him an appreciative smile so you did that.

He did not respond to the smile.

You really hated this day. Being embarrassed wasn’t an unknown experience to you but this felt just straight up humiliating.

“Well, we have our one last patient. Would you introduce yourself?” Charlotte asked gently.

It was definitely not a nice feeling for him to be the last one and have all the attention on him, you thought as you looked at the last man left.

After a few moments he raised his gaze from the floor... only to look at his hands. At least you could see his beautiful face and birth mark a bit better now.

“Yeosang,” the man spoke.

Yeosang sounded almost apologetic like he was sorry that he was supposedly wasting everyone’s time by telling his name. You really felt for him.

“Look what you did, Y/N. He learned not to tell his last name either because of you,” Wooyoung chuckled and received a scolding look from Charlotte in response.

Charlotte looked around the room, probably taking in everyone’s names, and nodded.

“You all have different issues like all people do. Even though some of you may have similar experiences or diagnoses, don’t forget that you have your own story to share, no matter how insignificant it may seem.”

A few people nodded, acknowledging her words. You did too although you did not agree with her statement.

Your story wasn’t meant to be shared. There wasn’t even anything to share. That’s what you wanted to believe at least. That you were completely healthy and normal, and that nothing bad had ever happened to you.

“During next week we’ll start opening up more but today it’s time for something more exciting...” Charlotte smiled mysteriously, “Get into groups of three.”

What was this? A pre-school? You did not want to talk to anyone. This was supposed to be a form of therapy not a blind date!

You felt your palms sweat in nervousness. Who would you want to be in a group with? Or a better question, who would want to be in a group with you?

The stress of realizing that probably no-one would agree to be with you made your chest tighten up. You cursed Charlotte in your mind for causing this.

Every second felt excruciatingly slow but fast at the same time as you saw Hongjoong and Seonghwa already forming a group. You would be the last one left. No-one would let you into their group willingly.

“Do you want to be in my group?” someone behind you asked like an angel who descended from Heaven to save you from the fate of being left out.

Once you turned around, you froze. It was the Devil instead.

Yunho stood there, towering over you, with that smile on his handsome face again. It was suspicious how kind he was.

“Sure,” you nodded despite your head screaming at you not to. Carefully inspecting his expressions and movements, you decided he would be trustworthy enough now that there were other people in the room with you.

“Awesome! Let’s go find another groupmate,” Yunho gestured you to follow him.

So, you did follow him as he walked towards Yeosang who was standing by the wall, looking clueless and lost.

You felt grateful that Yunho had chosen Yeosang out of everyone left because he seemed like the least aggressive person there. His arms were muscular but you wanted to believe he wouldn’t use them for anything else than carrying heavy grocery bags for old ladies.

“Yeosang, do you want to join-” Yunho started but got interrupted by Jongho who had appeared behind you two.

“Y/N. Join my group.”

It was enough of a shock already to have Yunho ask you to be in his group, but now that Jongho wanted you in his group as well, you felt lost.

You probably looked stupid as you were glancing between Yunho and Jongho, trying to figure out the situation, lips slightly apart.

“No can do, dude. She’s mine... my groupmate, I mean,” Yunho crossed his arms.

Even Yeosang raised his head to look at the scene with you as Yunho and Jongho started disputing.

“Although you like dogs, you don’t have to treat her as one,” the shorter man sneered, “You’re not her owner, cop.”

Yunho furrowed his brows. You thought of him as scary even when he smiled, but now that you saw him getting irritated, you felt horrified. What if he had a gun with him? He was a police officer after all.

“I didn’t mean it that way. I just want you to find your own groupmates instead of stealing mine.”

“Why are you so keen on keeping her?” Jongho raised a brow.

“Why are you so keen on stealing her away from me?”

Yunho’s question was just the right one to make Jongho silent.

A slightly irritated expression crossed Jongho’s face but he just shrugged and said, “Don’t ask me.”

“Who else should I ask then?” Yunho asked, confusion mixed with annoyance in his voice, but he received no response as Jongho just walked away.

You watched Yunho’s expression from the side while he was still distracted by his own thoughts and emotions.

His lips were pressed together tightly and ears bright red. It was clear he tried to control himself and his reactions, but you weren’t convinced by his act at all.

You got to see him properly only when he swiftly turned around to face you. He did not touch you, thank God, but you were still terrified when you saw the look in his brown eyes. The same, usual smile was on his lips as he looked down at you but it was still vastly different. His eyes weren’t warm. His eyes were burning hot, full of fierce fire he had been hiding under the facade of a kind police officer who loved helping animals, and who knows what other lies he had come up with.

His body towered over yours as he looked at with those eyes that made you want to curl up into a small ball and defend yourself like a hedgehog.

But you weren’t a hedgehog and you couldn’t push out spikes to protect yourself as Yunho leaned closer.

“I’m glad you didn’t run off with Jongho,” he chuckled.

In the blink of an eye his expression was back to that weirdly cheerful one, as if you had imagined everything.

Everyone was horrible. You were scared and worried. But you should have expected something like this already, you thought to yourself.

After all it was just like you told Charlotte: if they were stable, they wouldn’t be in this group.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year ago

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

Pairing: poly!Bakusquad x Black!Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

Read on AO3 here!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END.

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lyranova · 7 months ago

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Nozel x reader fashion au where reader is a fashion designer and maybe nebras friend? And nebra calls reader to make a suit for nozel and that's how they met? You can continue the story with creative liberties❤️❤️

Oh and congratulations on 900 followers!!!

Hiya anon, thank you so much! I apologize for the wait, I did incorporate the first half of your request, but I decided to have Nozel and the reader already in a relationship since I couldn’t quite figure out a good scenario for them to meet in with the suit 😅. But I still hope you enjoy~!

Word Count: 1,695

Warnings: None

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“ Listen; I have a big favor to ask you-!”

“ No.”

“ Oh come on just hear me out!” Nebra Silva groaned on the other end of the phone, making you sigh and shake your head even though she couldn’t see it.

There were two types of favors Nebra would ask of you; one was that you design a custom outfit for her at a discount, and the second was that you design an outfit for a friend of hers for free.

Which one will it be today, you wondered.

“ Fine, I’ll hear you out,” You muttered as you quietly set your pen down. You could hear Nebra excitedly clap her hands on the other side of the phone, which made you smile a bit.

“ Alright! So, I want you to make a suit for my brother, Nozel,” Nebra began quickly, and your breath hitched in your throat.

This…was a gift for Nozel?

“ His birthday is coming up and I wanted to get him something special, which is why I called you! You’re one of the best designers in the world, there’s no one else I would trust to make a perfect suit for him!” She told you quickly.

“ So, will you do it? Please?” She begged, and that’s when you knew just how much this meant to her.

Nebra Silva never begged, and she most certainly never said ‘please’.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“ Alright, I’ll make the suit for him,” You said as you picked up your pen again and began to start some preliminary designs. “ I’ll send you some sketches by the end of the week. Oh, and I’m charging you full price since it’s a complete suit.”

“ Thank you~! I’m sure it’ll be perfect, and if it’s not then I just won’t pay you,” Nebra said with a chuckle, but you knew she was completely serious with her words.

You sighed again and shook your head, and just as you were about to hang up she suddenly asked a question that made your heart stop for a moment.

“ Oh, but don’t you need Nozel’s measurements to start sketching?” She asked, her tone curious.

You were quiet for a moment, your brain going a mile a second as you tried to think of what to tell her.

After all, how did one explain to their friend that the reason they weren’t asking for their older brothers measurements was because they already had them due to…reasons?

“ I don’t need his measurements right now; so you can just wait and give them to me later.” You explained quickly, hoping that your friend would accept that and not ask anymore questions.

Nebra hummed curiously for a moment, making your palms sweat and your heart race anxiously.

“ Alright, I’ll try to get Solid to get his measurements tomorrow so I can send them to you,” She said, and you couldn’t help but let out a very quiet sigh of relief.

She bought it…at least for now.

After saying goodbye and making a promise to meet later in the week, you hung up the phone and sighed dramatically before resting your head on your arms.

“ Is something wrong?” A familiar voice asked behind, his tone curious but also laced with concern.

You slowly turned your head to the right and saw Nozel Silva standing there; a towel in his hand as he tried his best to dry his dripping silver locks, his normally braided bangs hanging loosely between his eyes.

Your gaze traveled down to where his usually loose, grey t-shirt now tightly clung to his body; and where his white pajama pants with grey stripes rested loosely around his thin waist.

You groaned as you closed your eyes and moved your head away, how on earth was your boyfriend of over a year able to make even the most casual of clothes look so good?!

“ What’s wrong?” He asked, his tone sounding more concerned as he walked over to you, he set his towel down onto the table before he placed a hand on the back of your chair and the other on your arm.

“ Nothing, it’s just…work,” You muttered, not bothering to lift your head. Nozel’s eyes slowly drifted towards your sketchbook, a critical hum escaping him as he picked up one of the designs.

“ Who is this suit for?” He asked curiously as he raised a thoughtful hand under his chin.

You sighed and raised your head slightly.

“ A very picky client.” You muttered, not daring to give away Nebra’s identity, or who this suit was meant to be for.

He nodded solemnly.

“ I see, I completely understand since I also have my fair share of picky clients,” He admitted with an irritated shake of his head. “ Should I talk to them?”

You shook your head and waved away his concern; the last time he had talked to one of your clients he had completely scared them off!

“ It’s alright, I can handle them on my own,” You told him softly, but your voice was full of gratitude and a gentle smile worked its way onto your face.

Nozel nodded, and you swore you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks.

“ Then, would you like me to help you with these sketches? That way the problem client can’t cause you more problems?” He offered, his eyes still locked on the sketchbook.

You hummed in thought; one the one hand you wanted it to be a surprise, but on the other you thought it might be better that he at least give some input into his own suit.

“ Sure, have a seat and tell me what you think,” You told him, and he nodded before doing as you requested.

You watched Nozel anxiously, looking for any positive or negative expressions; but as always he kept his face neutral, serious, and very focused. He never gave his thoughts away, which both intrigued yet frustrated you.

“ Is this what the client requested?” He asked as he began flipping through the pages, you shook your head.

“ No. This suit is supposed to be a surprise for someone else,” You explained as you fully lifted your head and rested your chin in the palm of your hand. “ I’ll get more information later this week.”

He silently nodded.

The anxiety came crawling back as you waited for his verdict; surely the designs weren’t that bad?

After a moment Nozel set the sketchbook down and looked at you with a serious expression.

“ These all suck,” He told you bluntly, and you swore that you felt an arrow shoot you through the heart.

“ Well that hurts.”

“ Would you rather I lie in order to spare your feelings?” He asked with a raised brow, and you shook your head.

As much as it hurt, you would rather he be honest about his critiques; not only was this suit being made for him, but also because you valued his input as a senior Fashion Designer.

“ No,” You admitted with a sad sigh.

“ Hand me a pencil.” He instructed, and you frowned in confusion but did as he requested.

He took it with a small nod in thanks before he began scribbling and making notes on your sketches.

You watched him silently, the only sound in the room being the scratches of the pencil against the paper. But instead of feeling anxious in this silence like before, you felt this…calmness take over you.

You always loved watching him work; the way his eyes would narrow as he focused, the way a small smile would work its way onto his face as the design came together, and the way his purple eyes would glance up at you to see if you were watching him…

Wait, that wasn’t something he normally did!

You felt your heart skip a beat and your face heat up in embarrassment at having been caught staring. Nozel chuckled softly but didn’t say a word as he went back to your sketchbook.

After another moment he handed it back to you and stood up.

“ I have an early day tomorrow, so I’m going to bed first,” He told you softly as he walked over to stand beside you.

Nozel placed a hand against your cheek, leaned down, and placed a sweet, gentle kiss against your lips. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you kissed him back, your hand reaching up to gently rest against his.

“ Don’t stay up too late.” He told her, his voice quiet but serious, and you smiled a bit.

“ Is that an order?”

“ Yes,” He replied bluntly, making you giggle before leaning forward to place another quick kiss against his lips, making his eyes widen and his face burn.

“ Alright Captain, I’ll follow your order,” You told him playfully, a soft giggle escaping you as you watched your boyfriend roll his eyes at the silly nickname. “ I’ll fix the designs and then I’ll come to bed.”

Nozel nodded before standing up, wishing you a goodnight, and walking towards your shared bedroom.

You let out a quiet, tired sigh and reached out to grab your sketchbook. Better get started on his corrections, you thought.

But much to your surprise, when you opened the sketchbook you didn’t see any corrections; instead you saw tiny little notes.

Positive and encouraging notes…

As your eyes scanned the pages slowly, you felt your heart fill with warmth and love. Nozel wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions and telling people how he felt about them; at least not verbally.

Whether it was through little notes like this or through his clothing designs, he was much better at expressing himself through his art and writing.

And that was one of the many things you loved about him.

You gently closed the sketchbook, stood up, and walked into the bedroom where you slipped quietly into the bed beside Nozel. You wrapped your arms around him, quietly thanked him for the encouragement, and told him that you would make the best suit, most impressive for your client because of it!

He chuckled, rolled over, and sleepily told you how he couldn’t wait to see it as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

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cantgetworsethanthistbh · 22 days ago

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SOOOOOOO fem stan…. i see you too have strong feelings for her 👀👀 how about ford watching her get ready for a date?

alright here's the first of the ficlet ask prompts i FINALLY got around to writing and finishing. i think i went to far with this one but fuck it WE LOVE FEMSTAN HERE. Also THANK YOU for the ask😭😭

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Growing up means getting bigger. Getting bigger means the space that holds a person that occupies a plane shrinks smaller and smaller. One takes up more and more space until there’s hardly any left at all, so they simply take up more and more, and the four walled rooms shrink smaller and smaller. It doubles, triples, quadruples with people, grown or growing, and suddenly there’s too little room left to get big in.

Suddenly there’s none at all, and spider webs in the ceiling corner are too visible and the dust gathered on high shelves once out of reach are too close to the peripheral of the eye. The smudge of red going slightly out of line on Ma’s lips and the stubble already starting to root and grow on Pa’s face are so small and insignificant when Ford was smaller. Ford is bigger now, even more of an observer, and although those details are still small, the space between his noticing eyes and them have closed, making it impossible not to see. That’s how growth works, and until the walls of their home turn to rubble and ash, it’s occupied space. Occupied by four or five at a time.

Occupied spaces are suffocating— one must either leave or get used to the closeness. Ford swears he’ll be leaving.

“I don’t like this.”

“I don't think you like anything, Sixer.”

Ford frowns, crossing his legs stubbornly on Stan’s mattress in silent response. Parallel to him from across the room, Stan is shimmying to a whistle tone coming from her lips, a little sway in her hips and a little bounce in her step. A little swell in her smile makes a little cut in Ford’s chest throb ever so slightly more. Too many little things, too big of a picture. The picture being the worst possible scenario Ford has ever faced in his young life.

Standing in front of her dresser, wrapped in a damp towel, Stanley was getting ready for a date.

A date with Carlos-fucking-McCorkle.

“Stan…” Ford starts a little exasperated, trying to catch her attention, but not so much that she would turn around to look at him in all his not so glorious desperation. Just… enough to listen to reason.

“Fooooord…” Stan calls back mockingly, but she’s listening, which is all Ford could ask for. It’s his chance to make a solid, logical argument.

“You’re making a mistake.”

Which is a fact. Not one taken too lightly when he catches Stan rolling her eyes in the reflection of the mirror, however, but still very much a fact. It is a mistake, and if Ford is in his right mind, which he always is, then he’s doing the right thing, trying to talk his sister out of it.

Unfortunately, Stanley had just the habit of being on the opposite side of a right mind.

Carlos McCorkle is the most popular guy in their grade, especially among the gaggles of young women. With his “hot pants and smooth moves” (Stan’s descriptors, which Ford couldn’t roll his eyes enough to) he’s made a name for himself as a rival to many other teenage boys in their school and a goal to every girl to stand by his side as designated eye-candy and probably more.

In other words: Carlos was a womanizer. And that never bothered Ford. It never even crossed his mind for even a second before, just like Carlos himself.

Until now. Now that the prick’s new pickings is Ford’s twin sister. Now that it’s Stan.

It’s blood boiling, more than anything, to think that not even a month ago, the guy had barely glanced at Stan’s way, brushing her off as the freak’s twin sister. But one second swoop, and everything just changes, as if planned by the universe. And Ford hated that. It just wasn’t logical. It had to be a ploy, a well thought out plan by the universe to punish him.

There was a piece that would lead to one night, Stan would be standing in the line of a movie theater to “Grandpa The Kid: The Movie”, and a scumbag would attempt to rob her. There were pieces that fell together when the boxing classes Stan had been taking for months for self defense in the one instance of good parenting their father has ever given her had honed her reflexes and strength enough to sock the man in the jaw. There was the giant, annoying piece of the fact that Carlos McCorkle was there and Ford wasn’t. Too caught up doing homework instead of spending time with his sister like he’d originally promised and he could have protected her because that’s what brothers do. Ford may be a wimp— he doesn’t know how much his presence would’ve actually helped. But he’d do whatever it takes to protect Stan. Swearing up and down so she didn’t have to do it herself.

But she did. And she was catching Carlos' eye all the while, as if she fucking proved herself for his sake that she’s good enough to be his new girlfriend.

That’s what Ford understood of it at least, when she came home giggly and red face from still pulsing adrenaline and blushing, gushing about him and their date when dread quickly but so very painfully crawled into Ford’s chest at the very idea he could have lost his sister right then and there and he wouldn’t have even known. Stan obviously wasn’t grasping the reality of the situation, leading to a big fight about that. They’ve made up, thankfully, but it hasn’t stopped Stan from mentioning Carlos’ name every other second of the day like a love sick dame.

“You know his reputation, Stan, even more than I do,” Ford points out, watching as Stan finally finishes combing through half dried hair into what Ford just assumes is an acceptable amount of fluff. His eyes follow her hand as she reaches into her underwear drawer.

Stan shrugs. “Eh, so what?”

“So what–?” Ford sputters, flabbergasted. “Stan–”

“I’m just sayin’, maybe Carlos dumped them for a good reason. It don’t have to be ‘cuz he’s just a huge jerk, ya’know?”

“Even you don’t believe that,” Ford groans, crossing his arms and curling up to the wall. Stan is never that generous with her opinions on people. She must really like him.

“If he is,” Stan starts again, a smile in her voice. “This time’s gonna be different. And he’ll totally ditch the whole fuckboy thing when he sees me tonight. He won’t get enough of me!”

Bitterly, Ford pipes up again. “Oh, I’m sure he won’t be able to resist you.”

Which is a mistake beyond mistakes. Looking over her bare shoulder, Stan finally looks back at Ford for just a fleeting moment to throw him a wink. “Can anyone?”

Ford feels his brain melt into their synapses. It’s what he gives as an excuse when instead of looking away, he watches Stan pull a lacy pair of panties over the length of her legs and disappear into the towel and somehow twist herself into a matching bra, which is so far a cry from her usual boxers and cheap bras combinations Ford has seen her slip into numerous times before.

Which is something he’s not particularly proud to admit, yet too desensitized to his own shame to really care anymore. He can’t make up his mind if he’s relieved or offended Stan has never noticed his ogling.

Because on the opposite end: Ford knows he observes Stan a little too much and a little too hard. He blames it on the close proximity of their childhood room, cluttered with pieces that make up the two of them forcing them together. He blames it on the gap between them narrowing even further from the slit-thin space it already was. He blames it on how growing up, his sixth finger alone already made him “too big” anywhere else, unwelcomed in any space outside of the one he shared with his tomboyish, equally outcast sister Stan who he dragged down just by being related to him and who she used her girly fists to fight battles for him and made it worse, so all they had was each other.

He doesn’t blame Stan though, even though that’s the logical conclusion when his eyes snap back in attention to when her towel drops and all the things he’s seen, memorized and fantasized over the years pulls him like a magnet. Big things like the roundness of her hips and large mass of her thighs that would fill out her denim shorts to the little details, like the dips of fat on the garter of her underwear and the scar on the back of her leg and a mole and pimples by her shoulder blade. Stan was never bothered changing in front of Ford, the barrier of Boy and Girl not mattering to her when it’s between siblings, but Ford very, very much was. He couldn’t help it, helpless to all the parts that make her so damn her.

Stan was just too noticeable, in the best way. That’s how Carlos got his eyes on her. Ford is again, stuck to seething, heat radiating under his skin for too many reasons, but biting his tongue and calming himself with the objective fact he’s currently the first to see Stan in her new garments. Of course the idea of another boy being able to is just…

Stan finally pulls on her shirt and laces up her “swinging shoes”. Finally facing and grinning at Ford with a new gleam in her eyes that made it so the one of the few identical aspects of them being fraternal twins almost unrecognizable to his own that Ford feels like smashing his glasses against his face.

“Don’t wait up for me, Sixer,” Stan says, blowing him a kiss that’s obviously just a joke but Ford internally catches it anyway, keeping it locked away in some deep vault in his mind because that's as good as he's ever going to get. She’s still humming when she exits the door, her brother’s warnings (and okay, several complaints about Carlos being a shallow prick who’s probably into tree huggers and Stan should dump him before it's too late) furthest from her mind.

Ford flops down onto Stan’s mattress. Like any twin bed, it’s cramped, and despite being a girl, she should know better than to hide her shorts under her pillow where perverted twin brothers might find it, but luckily Ford never bothers them. It’s empty. it's suffocatingly empty, even with Ford here.

He has got to get out. Ford’s got to leave.

send an ask with a prompt of your own if you want! i'll get to it eventually lmao

#ask #stancest #should i tag that #anyway #fem!stan #i love jealous ford #ask prompt #my writing

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bryngmemoney · 10 months ago

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✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

⭑story masterlist link

tw: su!c!d3 joke, that’s it

Writing in between texts at the end!!

🪡Chapter Three: Fashion Walk

Leaning back against your chair you stared at Nobara’s phone in her hand, Maki leaning in from her other side. “What’d he say?” you asked. Maki hummed in agreement to your statement, also curious as to find out what was going on. “He’s being annoying, i’m telling you he’s so dry,” she answered you. Nobara sighed before putting her phone down, straightening her posture and crossing her legs. “Whatever, we’re starting soon so let’s just see how he does.” Unlocking her phone, Maki replied, “I wonder if he even practiced for this.”

Soon enough you heard Gojo’s voice begin to speak, looking up at how in the center of lined up chairs in front of you, a black table was placed. There he sat in the middle holding the microphone into which he was speaking to. Utahime, the other fashion teacher, sat to his right, always looking more professional than him. To his left was Suguru Geto, you didn’t take any of his classes but knew he was a well liked film teacher and apparently Yuta’s favorite. “Alright fashion students! We will be beginning the model auditions now. We ask that you remain quite and respectful throughout the show. Remember that these people are here for you, so please show your appreciation of them.” he leaned the microphone over to his right, “Anything you’d like to add Utahime?” he asked while holding his signature smirk. “Oh um…” she began, looking startled and caught off guard. “Good luck.. choosing your models.” Gojo took the microphone back, “Alright thank you for those motivational words miss! Now Geto here will be filming the auditions and as promised before, all designers will have the chance to look at the headshots and filmed photography after the audition, because we will be providing these we ask that you guys refrain from filming anything on personal devices. I think that’s all, soooo with that being said.. let’s begin!”

You watched the models file out one out a time, with a good amount of space between. A mixture of experienced and beginners. You wrote down the numbers displayed at the front of their shirt of the ones that caught your eye, however leaving the first slot blank as none had quite convinced you yet, well that is until he walked out. It was him, the guy you handed the poster too, Megumi Fushiguro! As he walked out you took in his features, how could Nobara call him ugly?? Just as you had written his number and looked up, you met his gaze for a second.

Author’s Note: quite a bit of writing on this one, hope it wasn’t that crazy of an amount, also hope you guys liked this chapter!!!

also apologies if some of the @ on the tags list don’t work i think tumblr was acting up, but i tried to fix it lemme know if it worked pls

Taglist below, feel free to comment or dm me to be added!!

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@iridescentrays @gumimegz @maya-maya-56 @mamafly @lunavixia @swissy23 @coltsgf @m00nglad3-mp3 @etsukis @xosren @qtnfer

#megumi x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk art college au #jjk megumi #jjk smau #jjk college au #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi fushiguro #smau #megumi x you #gojo satoru #geto suguru #nobara kugisaki #yuta okkotsu #yuji itadori #maki zenin #non curse au

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klbwriting · 9 months ago

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Finally Home - Jason Todd Blurbs

Tim Sets You Two Up

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Tim knew that his TA and Jason would love each other, so he tricks them into meeting

Notes: this is a request for a DM to have Jason meet the reader because Tim is tricky

Jason hadn’t expected you to be his perfect match when the two of you first met. It was a blind date set up by Tim of all people. He had a TA in a class of his that he thought Jason would like and he convinced (tricked) the two of you meeting in the campus library, saying he needed to study, and Jason needed to bring him coffee. You were there to tutor him, even though you weren’t sure what problem he was having in the class you TA’d for, but you went to the designated study room, seeing a stack of books in the corner of the small room. You went to pick them up, laughing at seeing both Pride and Prejudice and Pride and Prejudice and Zombies on top. You heard the door close and turned around, expecting Tim but instead seeing possibly the most gorgeous person to ever exist.

“O, sorry, I was looking for Tim Drake?” he said, carrying a couple coffees. You were about to speak when you looked through the window that faced the rest of the library and there was Tim, locking the door.

“O that little shit,” you said, going to the door and trying the handle. The rooms were soundproof to keep distractions from the studiers so you knew yelling was pointless. Tim held up a piece of paper with ‘You’ll Thank Me Later’ before walking away.

“I may shoot him,” Jason said, looking like he actually might. You turned to him and offered an embarrassed smiled.

“I don’t know what that kid is thinking, hi I’m YN, I’m a TA in his required literature class, he’s doing great, it was very suspicious that he asked for tutoring…I’m sorry I ramble sometimes,” you said, blushing now as this guy stared at you. He didn’t seem annoyed, in fact the little smile on his face made you think he was actually listening intently to you, and it was nice. You were a lit major who took a lot of extra technical classes because you liked science fiction so much, most people looked at you like your rambling was annoying and like you didn’t belong.

“I’m Jason, Tim’s my little brother,” he said. You looked confused for a moment and then he chuckled. “We’re all adopted, there’s quite a few of us.” You thought for a second and it dawned on you, Tim had mentioned once that his dad was Bruce Wayne. And Bruce Wayne had a gaggle of children he had adopted. “He told me he needed coffee, which is weird, I figured it was in an IV drip at this point.”

“It should be for that one,” you said with a laugh. “Wonder why he left these books.” Jason walked over and picked up a couple. “I mean, don’t get me wrong I would love to ramble about the absolute silliness of putting zombies into Jane Austen I’m not sure if you would be into that.”

“You would be surprised,” he said. “Although still not sure how I feel about that weird parody of adding dumb things into classics.” You stopped and stared at him.

“Ok, listen, zombies are a fantastic form of describing the crumbling of civilizations without blaming a specific group of people for the crumbling…” and that started what turned into a three-hour discussion about books while locked in a study room at Gotham university. By the time Tim remembered to come back and let you guys out you had exchanged numbers and were planning on meeting at a bookstore, and you had a list of books that Jason needed to read and he had a list that you had to get.

“Thanks Tim,” Jason said as he slung an arm around his brother’s shoulder, waving to you as you headed towards your apartment. Tim smiled, proud of himself.

“I knew you two would fall in love, next time you see her can you tell her to grade my symbolism paper nicely?”

#jason todd x y/n #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jasontodd #red hood x reader #red hood x you #redhood #red hood #red hood x y/n #jasontoddblurbs

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revalition · 1 month ago

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OCT 16 - PAIN THRESHOLD Shrug off the pain. They’ll have to hurt you more.

I love this guy a lot! even if he has some really questionable advice. I ended up dumping a lot of points into him in my first playthrough!

really simple drawings today, I've had a pretty bad headache all day. which you'd think would allow me to channel the pain threshold vibe better! but it really didn't. sadly the amount of love I hold for a skill doesn't necessarily correlate with how much effort I can put into drawing them (with a few exceptions lol). the one on the right was an old sketch I coloured... it was a relief I already had a halfway decent design for him haha

lots of quotes under the cut as usual!

pain threshold!!

fun fact - he does not refer to you as harry once. however he does call you: - pal - baby - son - buddy - man and none of these more than once. weirdo

PT also has the most anti-passives (passive failures) out of the skills, by a large margin. He has 31, second place has 19. He also has 3rd least passive checks.

quotes:

these two idiots!! causing mental and physical damage with their screaming... H/E coordination trying to reel it back in

<3 (this heals endurance!)

actual idiot skill

dudeee

he's so funny. he's fucking got this.

dying here

nooo

sigh

super normal.

he's a sad, sad guy

if you haven't been told yet that he has depression PT can figure it out for you!!! <3

sad PT in the final dream :(

this one too

he knows! he recognizes *fake pain*

dialogue after failing to save ruby... urgh

I really like this. 'A race to beat your own heart's pulse to some dark finish line.'

as always this is amazing.

:((( this is re: pawnshop roy

hehe

this one is always delightful. he has a sense of humour sometimes!

this whole scene was a mess, but this line in particular... I don't know, it just stuck with me. It's very vivid.

honestly, true

lol

sometimes these skills say some unhinged stuff, sheesh

poor guy, he's so sad

:(((

this one is brutal.

this guy has *issues*

ending it on this very important one!!! please look! during the last dream pain threshold tells you to pick the dialogue option that will cause her to leave and the dream to end... and volition tells you to keep dragging it on. hghh guys...

pain threshold is quite something. there are lots of instances of him telling you something painful feels good, or encourages you to do something that will hurt (both physically and emotionally). he also leads the finger on the eject button thought dialogue. My first playthrough I had FYS of 4 and I ended up dumping a ton of points in to PT cause I was fascinated by him. But I also had mega high volition cause I adored him too. they definitely did not have the same goals...

the first time I remember hearing from my personal PT, we were bowling and my wrist was really starting to hurt. and he was like, you should keep playing. thanks bro :/

anyway that's all. for tomorrow, physical instrument's design isnt super exciting to me, but I do have a bunch of good quotes picked. I can make a coach calling people a binoclard compilation...

#skilltober #de pain threshold #de skills #disco elysium #rev art

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oddballwriter · 1 year ago

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can i get something with DadKnight being the designated parent to play tooth fairy when your child loses their first tooth and they have to sneakily hide cash under their child pillows in the middle of the night 😭

The Tooth Fairy

Summary: Marc takes on the mission of being the tooth fairy and making the switch with the tooth and money when you daughter is asleep.

Warnings: None that I know of honestly

Author’s Snip: Wholesome indeed, thank you, anon.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 933

“Okay, that’s the end of tonight’s chapter.” Marc concluded as he closed the book that the system have been reading to Abi before bed, looking over to your daughter.

“You nice and comfortable?” He asks, to which the little girl nods as she picks at a part of her mouth. “Don’t pick at your gums, sweetheart. If you do your adult teeth grow in funny.” Marc says as he gently pulls her hand away. “How about that tooth? Where is it? The tooth fairy’s gonna be coming tonight for it.” Marc asks.

He’s mostly asking because this is her first lost tooth and one of the kids in her class told her that means the tooth fairy is coming when it first started getting loose, so now he’s gotta do the whole act for her.

Abi sits up and lifts up her pillow showing the little tooth in a plastic baggie that was used to hold the snacks in her lunch box. Marc nods, knowing where exactly the tooth is meant to be.

“Dad.” Abi was looking towards him and getting a simple “Yes?” in return. “Do you think the tooth fairy is real?” she questions. Marc blinks in surprise but keeps a normal face “Why do you ask that?” he asks. “Well, because, no one ever actually sees her and she also visits all the kids who lose their teeth. But there are a lot of kids losing teeth, so how does she get them all?” she explains.

Marc thinks of something to say and settles on one thing. “I used to wonder that too. But I figured that maybe there was more than one tooth fairy and they’re all meant to take care of the kids in different places. And maybe they’re all shy and don’t want people to bother them.” Marc says. He can see Abi think about it before she nods with a smile “That makes sense.”.

Marc smiles and is about to say goodnight but Abi asks another, less explainable, question. “Why do they collect teeth? And why is it only kid teeth?”. Marc gets up from the end of Abi’s bed upon hearing that. “No idea. But how about we head to sleep so the lady can do her job, yeah?” Marc says as he carefully tucks Abi into bed, kisses her on the forehead, and says good night. He closes the door gently as Abi shuffles in her bed to get comfortable and fall asleep. Marc walks to the living room where you are. "So what's the game plan again?" he asks as he sits in the armchair next to the sofa you're seated on. "Just the normal thing you do when you play tooth fairy. You go in when she's asleep, so maybe about an hour from now, take the tooth, quietly replace it with the quarters, and then get out." you explain matter of factually. "And I have to do it why?" Marc asks.

You shrug "I don't know I figured that you would like to do the honors of doing the first tooth.". Marc looks at you for a second with a puzzled look, "That's a weird honor to do." Marc comments. "Well, I can do it if you want." you say, but Marc quickly says "No, I'll do it." which makes you do a smug thats-what-I-thought look.

"Okay, but we aren't going to be one of those gross parents who keep the teeth as creepy souvenirs, right?" Marc questions. "We are keeping her teeth, but that's for if she develops anything and they need stem cells. Baby teeth are good for that." you clarify. Marc smiles at you for a second and says "That was Steven's idea wasn't it?", you look away with a blush and remark "It's a good idea. Just in case she needs it down the line.".

After about an hour since putting Abi to bed, Marc stands outside her bedroom door. He feels a nervousness in himself that feels similar to when he goes on missions. It feels silly but he finds that thinking about this process like a mission helps him feel more confident. He goes over the plan in his mind before taking a breath and quietly opening the door.

He peaks in and finds Abi soundly asleep and cuddled up in her covers. The light from her rotating lamp, the one Steven bought for her that cast stars around the room, provided enough light for Marc to see and navigate around her room. He carefully made his way to her bed, avoiding the creaky parts of the floor, quietly kneeling down to be able to make the switch more clean.

Marc always wondered just how nerve-racking it actually is to be Indiana Jones when he's making the switch with the statue and the sack in the temple as a kid, now he actually knows as he carefully worms his hand under the pillow and pulls out the baggie.

That's one part complete. Now he has to make the replacement. So he takes the small sheer pouch that holds her tooth fairy money and carefully maneuvers it under her pillow, freezing when Abi stirs slightly, but continuing and moving his hand out once he knows she's still asleep.

Marc quietly leaves and closes the door behind him a second time, this time having done the most high-stakes switcheroo he's done in his entire life. He takes a second before quietly pumping his fist in success knowing that in the morning Abi's going to come running out of her room excited about her prize at breakfast time.

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #dad!marc spector

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arogustus · 9 months ago

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Splatband Analysis: Ink Theory

(Disclaimer: This analysis in based on what I get out of looking into the character descriptions we have of the splatband characters. If you disagree with what I say, that is fine, we are all beheld to our opinions. Just don’t be a jerk about it.)

Edit: Put a Read More on this cuz now I realize this is long.

I’m gonna start this series with Ink Theory. You might have expected this to go in chronological order and have started with Squid Squad, but I have a good explanation for that. None of the other bands are Ink Theory. Plus this band has at least three pieces of artwork to them (and Yoko has an additional one thanks to Yoko and the Gold Bazookas, that’s how you know she’s special. Kitamura as well, but we’ll get into that later), so I feel there’s more to work with.

So, let’s start off with a band wide reading, since I feel they warrant it.

To start with, here’s the main thing we know about the girls, their knowledge of academic music theory and classical training. They’ve all been practicing since youth, making music a big part of their life, and studied music theory. However, of the six, Mayaya, Bibi and Karen are the ones noted to have graduated from music academies, while Yoko, Kitamura and Oonie are left unmentioned of their education. While it could be the writers simply didn’t want to repeat themselves too much, it’s just as likely that Yoko, Kitamura and Oonie went to less notable institutions like regular colleges that didn’t warrant mentioning. Just a thought.

The second thing to note is their rivalry with Bottom Feeders. While most of what we know comes from the Bottom Feeders side of the rivalry, which is appropriate considering their more volatile, chaotic personalities, the Haikara Walker magazine does mention the two bands got into a music battle during a concert in ZAPP square, fueled by their rivalry into an epic performance. So while it is clear Bottom Feeders started it, it’s also clear that Ink Theory reciprocates the rivalry, or at the very least indulge it for their own reasons.

With that out of the way, let’s focus on our ladies, starting with best girl:

Yoko

The first and foremost thing we know of her is her mutation and her unknown illness. Her hair is multicolored due to a mutation that is only aesthetically pleasing and not useful otherwise. Considering that her hair turns gray as it reaches the top of her head, and even her eyebrows appear to be gray, it’s safe to say it involves her ink color not being able to properly change. As well, she has a weakness to atmospheric pressure that essentially makes her always miserable. Despite that, her determination and hard work is highlighted as a strong suit of hers, being the frontwoman of the band and absolutely slaying on the trumpet. She’s someone who works through everything, regardless of her obstacles.

On the other hand, she’s described as being insecure about being overshadowed by her own bandmantes’ personalities (you should read how they describe her on Inkipedia, it’s just rude). It’s safe to say that at least three of her bandmates being well regarded academy graduates might have something to do with it. It’s probably why she gets nervous before large performances too. She feels she needs to work hard to keep up with the others and gets nervous because of it. It makes sense why she went off to “reinvent” herself in Splatsville according to Splatoon Base. Speaking of Splatoon Base, it mentions she comes from a conservatory background. Looking it up, the meaning I get out of it is that she studied at a smaller university where the focus was on the practical basics of performing, with less focus on the academic side (If I’m wrong, please tell.)

On the more minor stuff, she clearly likes the design of her hat. Like, it sounds like a stretch, but when you own three hats that share the same design element (the horns), then there’s probably something going on. Three makes a pattern after all, or however it goes. Also, in the Valentine’s day artwork, while everyone except Oonie and Mayaya has ice cream, she has fries and a drink. She’s probably not a fan of sweets.

I forgot to mention in the Valentine's Day artwork that Yoko wears a hat (shocker). But on that hat is text that, oddly enough, is not in the Splatoon font, but in perfectly legible Japanese. 可憐, which translates to “pretty”... and is pronounced “Karen”. Seriously, find one of those translators that speaks out the word, that’s what it says. Now, what this means is entirely unknown. The most obvious of course is that the artist is a Yoko x Karen shipper (how romantic to wear your girlfriend's name on a hat), and deliberately left the word as is to fuel the flames of shippers everywhere. Or we are all just insane and it means nothing. I know it keeps me up at night thinking about it.

Karen

The only based Karen in existence. She’s one of Ink Theory’s big name graduates, having been top of her class in her university, and even having gone on several competitions overseas. She went around the same time as Taka, who was her senior and is the main inspiration for the formation of Ink Theory. She’s clearly the main Eralien of the band, though the rest of the band doesn’t seem to mind having to wear uniforms inspired by Hightide Era.

She’s mentioned to be nervous about her popularity in Ink Theory, despite looking self-assured otherwise. Considering she’s been in several competitions and has won a ton of awards, it’s a safe bet to say she’s not used to the lack of attention she’s getting as part of the band. Not that she seems to want to bother the others with it. She provides emotional support to the team (Yoko lucked out on that), so she doesn’t really intend to feel that way. Trying to be humble but failing internally or something along those lines.

Bibi

Bibi’s another academy graduate in the band, and plays the kazoo because apparently she’s so good she can just do that (and it works). Much attention is put on the fact she’s essentially “The Face” of the band. She’s closer to the public, the fans adore her enough to pull her in front of the camera, and they even call her Queen Bibi. Clearly someone who’s aware of her popularity and relishes in it (Yoko and Karen are in the corner right now, just pointing that out). She’s also implied to be from a wealthy background, as she’s a large spender who’s never much struggled financially.

It’s never actually explained why she chose the kazoo over any other instrument for the band. Maybe she wants to show off a goofier side? Or maybe just regular show off? Food for thought.

Oonie

Now we return to one of the none-famous academy graduates. Oonie is stated to have parents who are famous musicians, possibly the classical kind, and who were strict with her upbringing. As a result she favored music genres of a different style before she eventually started appreciating classical again. Classic rebellious teenager case here, observing other genres as a form of rebellion and who only started appreciating classical music under her own terms. Her new outfit in Splatoon 3 outright supports it. Someone managed to find a pinterest picture a while back of someone in the exact same fit as her, it’s called Harajuku. Look up the word to learn more.

She’s also described as romantically inexperienced, and with a habit of falling for self-degrading people. She must be hunting for a relationship but keeps ending up with the self-deprecating type. I kinda have a theory on that, but I’ll save it for a headcanon post. And the final thing is the observation in the valentine’s day image that she’s ridiculously indecisive. She’s still staring at the menu after everyone else already has their orders. Also, she’s a Squid Squad fan, she’s got a charm of them on her bass case. Cute.

Kitamura

Kitamura has the shortest description, but I feel it tells plenty. Another not famous academy graduate, instead she’s highlighted as the mascot of the band. Everyone seems to know she’s cute and she’s fine taking advantage of that it seems. She’s mentioned to have a high singing voice, so she must sing, either casually or as part of the band and we just got unlucky in not getting any vocal music. Bummer.

She’s stated to live on her own, but following a curfew. Outside of implying she’s independent and diligent, adulting on her own and following her own strict rules, it also implies that the rest of the band lives with other people. Possibly with families or other friends they have. She’s also a trend chaser, following whatever new fads she hears about. She does seem to have some set in stone tastes though. If we can believe the urchin in that one Octo Expansion chat image is her (the one about Pearl’s early metal days, there’s an urchin wearing bows on their hair. If so, that gives her artwork number 5), then she’s got a taste for punk/metal stuff. Her new outfit in Splatoon 3 supports that, being a flowery white shawl worn over a dress studded with spikes around the base. I love that fit so much.

And for her place in the Valentine’s day image, she’s about to eat an ice cream sundae the size of her own head. And Yoko’s looking at her with what I assume is concern. Small people eating big food is a trope you never get tired of.

Mayaya

The final big name graduate of the band. Well, just graduate, as unlike Karen and Bibi, they just say “musical academy” without the famous adjective. Maybe they left it out? Anyway, she at least impressed her professor enough that they recommended she start teaching music immediately after graduating. She likely showcased that potential in a way, maybe as a tutor for other students, and she also had a close enough relationship with said professor to willingly listen to that recommendation. As is clear with Ink Theory, she chose instead to go out and make her own music first, to develop her skills before she decides when she wants to become an instructor.

She’s a freelance percussionist. Ink Theory seems to be her main band, but she also performs with other ones. Like she said, she’s focusing on creating her own music first, so freelancing is a nice avenue in getting tons of experience in other genres.

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The first band is done. seven to go. Give me your thoughts if you have them, and criticisms too. Discussions are good for getting multiple perspectives after all. Especially if you all know something I don't.

#splatoon #splatbands #ink theory #yoko #karen #bibi #oonie #kitamura #mayaya #splatband analysis #my work #in case you're wondering' I just really like Oonie's name over Aachin

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drvirgus · 1 year ago

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The Idol who Cant Smile

Minji X fem! Reader

Description: You are the oldest Member of New Jeans, but Fans Never saw you Smile once. Why don't you Smile? Who's the Person that can bring back a smile to your Face?

Chapter 1:

"Can you smile too?" asked the cameraman as he peered through the lens of the camera. But when I didn't comply with his instructions, he let the camera drop slightly and looked at me. His forehead furrowed in confusion. I offered a slight bow as an apology. "I'm sorry. I won't smile," I replied politely. The older man hesitated for a few seconds.

"Not even a little one?" he asked, adjusting the camera again. He waited for some movement from me. I forced a small, barely noticeable smile. However, he only took one photo before removing the camera again. He sighed, "No, no. It's okay. Your serious face has something special too. Go back to looking normal," he said. I immediately did as he asked.

It didn't take too long for all the photos to be taken. I bowed once again and stepped aside. My manager handed me an already open bottle of water. "Thank you," I said, taking a sip from the bottle.

But my attention was quickly drawn to the fashion designer, who was approaching me with a wide smile. I hadn't been the Ambassador of the Tommy Hilfiger brand for very long, so I wasn't here often. Nevertheless, it seemed that the elderly man had taken a liking to me.

Mr. Hilfiger opened his arms to embrace me, and I returned the embrace. His hand gently brushed over my hair as he smiled kindly at me. "I'm glad to see you here, my child," he said, looking me straight in the eyes after letting me go. He chuckled softly, "You promised me last time that you'd teach me the new choreography," he said.

I blinked several times and nodded my head. "Let's get started then," I said. I proceeded to show him the short choreography for our song "Super Shy." After several attempts, he got the hang of it. He laughed joyfully, causing my face to relax completely.

With a smile, he led me to the glass door, continuing to ask me questions. Just before we parted ways, he handed me a bag and smiled at me. I bowed in thanks, which only made him laugh. With a smile, he said that I could always reach out to him if I needed anything.

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Sighing, I took a sip from my beer. I was currently at a restaurant with my fellow members, and of course, everything was being filmed. Since the others weren't yet 21 years old, they couldn't order alcoholic drinks here in America. Haerin stared at me with her cat-like eyes. Thanks to her, I knew what it was like to have a little sister who always stared at you.

I remained mostly silent as the others engaged in conversation. They kept laughing throughout the meal. When I finished my food, or rather, when I was full, I pushed my plate towards Hyein, who had previously mentioned that she was still hungry.

With a wide grin, she looked at me. "Thank you, Unnie," she said, sweet as sugar. I nodded my head, a small smile forming on my face. I didn't smile. Honestly, I didn't even know why or when it started... Eventually, I just couldn't smile anymore, no matter how happy I felt.

Hanni had teased me about it often. She would pull up my cheeks to make my mouth form a smile. Even though I was older than her! But I didn't mind. I also didn't really like being called "Unnie" when the age difference wasn't too big. But in front of the camera, they all had to call me that.

"No, no. I've told you before. None of the books say that dinosaurs were the first animals in the world," Danielle said. She waved her fork around as she spoke in her Australian-accented English. Hanni sighed in response and shook her head.

Haerin continued to stare at me. I looked at her. "Don't look at me like that. You're not getting a sip," I said as I picked up my beer again to take a drink. Haerin, however, continued to stare, which was starting to frustrate me. Minji, right next to me, chuckled softly. She nudged me gently with her elbow and smiled at me.

"She doesn't want a sip. She's just looking at you," Minji laughed, looking at me. I turned my head to Minji. "I know. She should stop," I said, which only made Minji laugh more. She then turned her head back to Haerin. "Stop looking like that. You're making Y/N Unnie nervous," Minji playfully scolded, causing me to roll my eyes.

Finished with my beer, I rested my head on my hand and looked at each of my members. I focused on the conversation between Danielle and Hanni, with Minji chiming in occasionally. Hanni and Danielle seemed almost like they were arguing. But I let them. They were just having a conversation.

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Now we were in the living room of our 4-room apartment. We all stared at the phones in front of us as we were doing a live broadcast together. Hanni had her own phone too and played the live broadcast on silent so she could read the comments more easily. Hanni looked up suddenly and grinned mischievously.

With a swift motion, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and her lips pressed onto my cheek. But, to be honest, I didn't mind. I just stayed quiet and looked at the camera. Hyein laughed at this. "Is Hany/n sailing?" Danielle asked, laughing into the camera.

"What's this all about?" I asked as I looked at Hanni. She just grinned widely. "There was a comment asking me to kiss you," she replied, and I nodded in understanding. Haerin stared into the camera, her eyes moving as she read the comments. I turned my head back to the camera. My arms were around Danielle, who had her hands on my arms, playing with them.

Eventually, Danielle was sitting right in front of me on the floor. Hanni sat next to me, and Minji was next to her. The younger members were all seated on the floor as well.

"Y/N... a fan asked why you never smile," Haerin asked, turning her head to me. Her eyes also looked quite curious. Even Danielle and Hanni had stopped nudging each other. Now everyone was looking at me curiously. None of them had ever asked me. Somehow... they seemed afraid of what my answer might be.

I looked at the camera. "I don't want to give you a fake smile. I smile when... I do," I replied, nodding my head. I quickly licked my lips. "I'm sorry if I come across as distant because of that," I added, slightly bowing. Danielle leaned against me even more. She tilted her head back until her head touched my knees. She looked at me and immediately smiled encouragingly.

"That was well said. Unnie doesn't want to give us a fake smile, isn't that sweet?" Hyein said, laughing. But Minji had been looking at me the whole time. Her lips were pressed together. Hanni, however, interrupted Minji's gaze as she leaned forward. Minji then looked at the camera and smiled broadly. "But that doesn't mean Unnie doesn't love us or you. She shows it through her gestures," Minji added, and Haerin immediately looked at Minji.

Hanni laughed. "Oh, yes. Remember when Hyein was sick? Unnie acted like Hyein was on her deathbed," Hanni said, laughing, causing the others to laugh too. Almost immediately, everyone recounted a situation where I had taken care of them. But I just looked at the person who was speaking. Slightly embarrassed, I quickly looked away.

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My forehead furrowed. In my hand was the angrily looking panda plush toy. I looked at the fan who gave it to me. She chuckled slightly, embarrassed, as she scratched her cheek. "I immediately thought of you when I saw it in the store," she said, and I nodded in understanding. I examined the panda closely.

"Thank you. That's really sweet, and somehow it fits me perfectly. But next time, don't give me anything. I don't want you to spend your hard-earned money on me. But... thank you. I really appreciate it," I said. The woman looked at me with wide eyes, and her smile widened even more.

"What's your name?" I asked as I set the panda on my lap. Almost immediately, my manager wanted to take it from me, which I declined with a furrowed brow. I looked back at my fan as I picked up the pen. "Kim Chaesoo," she replied, and I nodded. I quickly left a small message for her and signed it immediately.

I handed it over to her, and she practically burst with joy. "Thank you for coming. Hopefully, I'll see you next time?" I asked, and she nodded vigorously. Her cheeks even turned pink. She walked away from me afterward. My eyes then turned to the others.

Many gifts were on the table, while I only received 1. But I didn't mind at all. Unlike the others, I didn't have as many fans. But that didn't bother me. The fans I did have seemed to genuinely like me with all their hearts, and that was enough for me.

Maybe... should I smile? Would it make the others happy? But... I haven't smiled for years. More than a smirk... I just couldn't manage it. My face would always tense up when I tried to smile. Even when I laughed, I had the habit of covering my mouth with my hand.

The reason? Only one came to mind...

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Yuna (18:21): Come to the JYP building. Let's have a drink!!!

My eyebrows raised as I read the message on my phone. I was sitting on the couch in our apartment. Hanni, who was right next to me, looked at my phone and then at me. "Minjiiiii," she exclaimed. My mouth opened, and I immediately placed my hand over her mouth to make her stop tattling.

Unfortunately, Minji had already heard her. She came into the living room with a drying cloth, apparently just finishing washing dishes and drying her hands. "What's going on?" she asked, furrowing her brow as she looked at me holding Hanni's mouth shut. Minji's forehead furrowed, and she looked between me and Hanni.

"Unnie," Minji said, so I looked at her. She smiled. "Let go of Hanni," she requested, and I hesitated slightly. After a sigh, I released Hanni. I stood up and grabbed my phone, which had fallen onto the floor.

Yuna (18:23): Lia and I miss you a lot

My breath caught as I read the message that just lit up on my phone. I felt my face heat up. I cleared my throat. "Unnie wants to go to the JYP building to have drinks with Itzy," Hanni said, pointing at me. Angrily, I looked at Hanni. "Tattletale!" I exclaimed. Hanni laughed and stuck her tongue out at me.

"But you wanted to go alone. I want to know why... you'd rather be with th- Why you always go to them," Hanni said. She crossed her arms over her chest. Surprised, my eyebrows raised. I looked at the younger girl. "Do you... want to come?" I asked, and immediately, Hanni jumped up. "I'll change real quick!" she said, heading to the bedroom.

My eyes fell on Minji, who was just looking at me. I blinked. "Do you... want to come too?" I asked, and Minji smiled. "No, thank you. Someone should at least keep an eye on the three of them," the dark-haired girl said. Almost immediately, my forehead furrowed. I shook my head. "Just as I don't treat you like a baby, you shouldn't treat the others like that either," I replied, and Minji snorted while laughing.

She approached me with a light laugh. My eyes traveled upwards as she was much taller than me. Unfortunately, I was the oldest, but still the smallest. I was even shorter than Hanni! Only by 1 centimeter, but still...

"You're my biggest baby," she said, almost breathlessly. My eyes widened as I saw her grin. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Shortly after, I felt the drying cloth on my face as she had placed it over my head. When I removed it, I noticed Minji looking to the side.

Surprised, I simply stared at her with my mouth agape. "I-I'm not a baby," I replied, furrowing my brow. Minji laughed softly. She took the drying cloth again. She smiled at me. "Have fun, Unnie," the taller girl said and took a few steps away from me. She went back into the kitchen.

Hanni came out of the bedroom, completely changed. "We can go," she said with a wide grin. I nodded my head. I looked into the kitchen for a moment, noticing Minji continuing to wash dishes. Then we left the apartment, with Hanni right beside me.

"But you won't drink," I warned, and Hanni immediately looked at me. "I'm 19," she replied, and my eyebrows raised. "Not yet. Only in October," I replied, and Hanni immediately put on her puppy eyes. She pouted. "Come on. The Korean age still applies," Hanni argued. My eyes narrowed as I sighed.

"But not too much!" I said, and Hanni was immediately pleased. We celebrated my birthday in America, where I turned 21. It was still May 4th, to be exact. Minji's birthday was coming up soon...

What should I get her as a gift?

#newjeans #newjeans minji #danielle #newjeans x reader #haerin #newjeans hanni #newjeans hyein #hanni pham #minji x reader

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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year ago

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Delicate

it's been a weird day already.

but not, like, bad: the sky is clear and it's not windy, which is such a welcome break from the weeks and weeks of rain you kind of want to dance down the sidewalk or something (you don't, but only because you have on this cool new pair of pants you thrifted last week and one over-exuberant roll through a puddle and they'd be wet for the day); there wasn't a long line at camila's coffee shop, so you were early to work; none of your appointments, even, have been late. good-weird sometimes feels way more unsettling than bad-weird, though, or at least that's what you've told your therapist who nodded — trauma responses, this and that, or so she says.

your first two clients are easy — small, simple stuff, which is always nice to start off with. chanel is finishing her last session on a wicked cool back piece with a chill client, and it's all pretty vibey until you're outside on the little front patio of the studio eating the pizza you'd grabbed from down the street for a late lunch, casually people watching. it all happens so fast: you're taking a bite and then, bam, there’s someone on a bike skidding out of control and then falling with a thump, tangled up in the metal frame and pedals spinning.

'shit,' you say, even though the person is already struggling their way out from under the bike — a good sign, overall. but still, you put your pizza down on the table chanel insisted you buy and wheel down the ramp until you're on the sidewalk, close enough to be able to ask, 'are you okay?'

the person — a very, very hot person, in carhartt overalls, a pristine white t-shirt, and blundstones — groans but then nods, stands up fully from the street and hefts the bike back upright by the handlebars. 'yes. i'll be fine. a minor fall.'

there's an embarrassed blush rising behind freckles and, 'you're bleeding.' it's roadrash, nothing serious, along an elbow, both palms, but still — 'my shop is right here.' you point behind you. 'let me patch you up, we have all the sterile stuff and everything.'

'i — okay.'

you smile, then smile even bigger when this very hot bike-falling blushing stranger takes her helmet off and her short hair — slightly sweaty — is tousled, a little messy on the top, even messier after she tries to brush it back with her fingers. 'sweet.' you offer your hand, even though she's dragging her bike alongside her. 'i'm ava.'

she leans the bike against her hip, grants you a small smile, and meets your eyes, even though her blush gets worse. 'beatrice.'

her hand is calloused and warm and she locks her bike against your railing, then follows you up the ramp.

'so you're who moved in,' she says, not unkindly, and you nod. it's a beautiful studio — you'll claim it was 50/50 design choices all day long, but it really was mostly chanel who chose the perfect shelving, the easy colors, the furniture that was simple and comfortable and cool as fucking hell, all at once. 'me and chanel, the other artist and owner,' you say. chanel's gun is very quietly buzzing behind the partition that separates her station from the front desk, and you lead beatrice back to your station.

the scrape along her elbow — delicate, one of the most difficult places to tattoo properly, all small, sharp bones and live-wire nerves — isn't deep or particularly dirty, so you clean it quickly and without too much discomfort, if her comfortable quiet and measured breathing is anything to go by.

'you're an expert on this, i suppose,' she says, as you get out your second skin once everything is clean and dry.

you laugh. 'tattoos aren't too dissimilar.' you allow yourself to look — after a lot of restraint, thank you very much — at her nearly-finished sleeve: fine lines and tender greyscale of flowers and plants, a few bugs, woven together. there's space on the underside of her wrist, still, a little unexpected. 'this is beautiful.'

beatrice smiles softly, a little sad. 'thank you.'

'no, like, genuinely.' you take your gloves off once the second skin is on perfectly and roll back in your chair to see it a little clearer. 'it really is.'

that blush again. 'i'm a gardener,' beatrice says, as if that explains everything. you have a few silly tattoos along your thighs — some are from you practicing along your own skin, a perk of not feeling anything below your waist — and your favorite along the top of your right hand. it's the first chanel did for you, the start of how you became friends — and business partners, eventually — and it's not hard, really, to remember the control you felt when you got to choose to make your body in your own image, when you had someone you trusted to help.

'that's awesome.'

she nods, once, like it's a finite truth. 'along with my sister, i run the florist shop on the other side of camila's. we farm all of our own flowers, only local pollinators.'

'permaculture,' you say, 'sick.'

it gets a laugh out of her — fucking delightful, and, whew, you want to keep making that happen — 'it is.' she stands, looking almost �� dare you say it — regretful. 'unfortunately, i do have to get back to said shop for the afternoon. but maybe i can buy you a coffee?'

'camila gives me my coffee for free.'

she blanches and it takes a few seconds before you reach out and pat her hand with a laugh. 'i'm sorry, i was just messing with you. i'd love to get coffee with you.'

'yeah?'

'dude, are you kidding? i want to know all about your plants.'

she's got the most proper accent of all time, and you're kind of wishing for her to say something like, and i, your art, but instead she just nods, a little tongue-tied, you think, which is endearing in its own way too. 'thank you again, ava.'

'anytime.' you pause. 'well, not the exact same circumstances. don't need you flinging yourself off of your bike just to say hi to me again —'

'i didn't fall because of you —'

'i know i'm, like, cool and stunning, but you really should be more careful.'

she rolls her eyes, but there's still a smile on her face. you know you're, as chanel puts it, dangerously charming, so you'll take it.

you watch her walk down the ramp and unlock her bike, then walk it two doors down to the florist that always had swathes of wildflowers in the windows. you've only been here a few weeks, and you'd been very busy setting everything up and getting your clients in asap, but you'd planned to check it out eventually. now, you have even more of a reason to.

and, like, maybe it's a little gay, whatever, but you transfer out of your chair to sit more comfortably at your station while you wait for your next client and start to sketch some wildflowers and their pollinators. bees, your favorites, and maybe it doesn't mean anything or maybe it means something. you don't really believe in everything but you do think that people can be kind and that the earth itself is overwhelmingly good. that's enough, most days, really.

chanel finishes with her client and it's a good-good-weird day because she offers to order dinner without you even having to whine. you fall asleep later at home thinking abt how warm beatrice's skin had been, how it had been easy to make sure she would heal well, all the flowers there, blooming; her freckles and her blush. maybe, if you're lucky, she's thought of you too.

#wn fic #avatrice fic #prompts #idk where this is going probably just little snippets bc there's not a lot of plot involved #but i'm so weak always for florist/tattoo artist au #the homoeroticism of hands. of flowers. of hands AND flowers #yes bea DID fall off her bike bc she was staring at ava #will she admit that immediately? of course not!#flowers au #is this fun do u like this lmk #also this is in portland just so everyone knows. it IS in my head lmao

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topknot32 · 6 months ago

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Designated Driver (2/2)

Rio/OFC

summary- one of rio's ladies gets too drunk to drive herself home, and all she wants is for him to come pick her up.

warnings- 18+. Smut below the cut.

word count- 5.1K

author note- I ended up falling so in love with this pairing, and I’ll definitely be writing for them again! 🖤

When Olivia woke the next morning, she was alone in bed. It took a few minutes for all of the memories from the night before to come rushing back, but when they did, she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. She felt hungover, and was in desperate need of a shower, but none of that could sweep away the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

The clock on the bedside table read eight, and she shot up, all thoughts of Rio gone. It was way past time for Kai to be up, changed, and fed. Rarely did he sleep in later than her, and the lack of any noise coming from his bedroom just down the hall made Olivia's heart jump into her throat. She jumped out of bed and nearly tore the door off it's hinges in her rush to find her son, but once she was inside his room, she found the crib to be empty.

That was when she heard the sound of a pan on the stovetop, and the soft rambling of Kai. A second voice filled in the gaps, a very familiar voice that Olivia truly hadn't expected to hear in her home this morning. She took a second to slow her heart, taking a deep breath before slowly making her way down the stairs. Around the corner in the kitchen, standing at the stove was Chris, a spatula in hand.

"Now, watch this," he said in a low voice. He lifted the skillet from the burner and flipped whatever was in the pan, and Kai giggled and clapped. "Cool, huh?"

It wasn't the first time Kai had met Chris. The two were around each other often when Beth set meets at the park. Chris usually brought his own son, and Olivia brought Kai, so they were familiar enough for Kai not to be too shy. They seemed to be getting along just fine.

"Good morning," Olivia said, coming into the kitchen. Chris looked up, but didn't skip a beat.

He looked her over from head to toe in one sweeping glance. "Morning."

Kai lit up and reached his arms out. She stepped over to his high chair and smoothed his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. On his tray were cut up strawberries and a few slices of banana. "Thanks for getting him up. You really didn't have to do that."

"You were knocked and I was up, so it wasn't a problem," he said, his back to her as he resumed cooking the pancakes.

Olivia wasn't sure what to say to that. She was sober now, and it was daytime which meant Chris was a little more intimidating than he'd been before. And he was standing in her kitchen holding a spatula. She turned her attention to Kai and helped him eat his strawberries, stealing a few in the process.

When the pancakes were finished, Chris plated them and placed them on the counter in front of Kai's high chair. She noticed that he hadn't made himself any. "What about you?" she asked as he came around the counter.

Chris stared down at her, the intensity in his eyes making her heart stutter a little. "I got business to attend to." He reached out and brushed a few hairs from her face, and her skin tingled where it made contact with his. "I'll see you around, Olivia."

"Thank you for this, and for last night." She motioned at the food, her voice betraying the way she was feeling inside, but if he noticed he didn't make it known.

"Don't mention it. See you later, kid," he said to Kai.

And with that, Chris grabbed his sweatshirt and beanie off the counter, and headed out of the kitchen. A few seconds later, Olivia heard the front door open and close, and she pressed a hand over her mouth. She wasn't exactly sure what the drunk version of herself had started, but sober Olivia felt a sharp chill of excitement at the results.

Days passed by without hearing from Chris, then a week, then two weeks. Olivia started to think he wasn't interested after all, and that she'd misread all the signs he'd given her before the night he picked her up. It was a bit of a blow to her ego, but she had enough going on with Kai and work that she was easily distracted. But in the moments of quiet, her mind wandered to the cloudy, drunk memories of what Chris looked like laying in her bed, and it was hard not to feel a little disappointed.

Beth met with him twice over those two weeks, but Annie and Olivia hadn't been needed at either meetup. She wondered if the rumors were true, if Beth and Chris really did have a thing for one another, and maybe Olivia had just been an opportunity he chose not to pass up.

Either way, when Annie asked her to go out to the Latin club not far from their strip club, Olivia chose to say yes instead of staying in and moping. It was a chance for them to hang out alone since Beth was at home with the kids, and for once Olivia was glad. If her suspicions were true, the last thing she wanted to do was listen to Beth talk about their employer. She was afraid her face would show some level of jealousy, and then she'd be in trouble.

She'd chosen simple black jeans that were so tight she could barely bend and an equally tight black top that dipped low in the front. As Olivia looked herself over in the mirror, she pulled out her phone and snapped a quick photo, posting it to her story.

Annie showed up just as Olivia was pulling on a pair of heels, and the pair headed out. Kai was sleeping peacefully, his babysitter set up in the living room with popcorn and a never ending stream of movies. They took a cab to La Zona, and it took little convincing from Annie for the tequila to start flowing.

"It's times like these that I'm actually glad I met Greg," Annie said as she licked salt from the back of her hand and took another shot. Olivia could barely hear what she was saying over the pounding bass.

Olivia laughed. "Why's that?"

"Because it gave me you, and you're so much more fun than he is."

Olivia raised her own glass. "You're not wrong about that." She took the shot and reached for her mojito waiting for her on the table. "Sometimes I feel guilty though, for leaving Kai at home to do stuff like this."

Annie just shook her head. "If the worst thing you ever do is go out and have fun after he's already asleep, you're a great mom."

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she pulled it out to see she had a notification. A comment on the photo she'd posted before leaving the house.

Where you going looking like that

Chris. Olivia felt heat flush up her neck, and she glanced up quickly to make sure Annie wasn't paying attention.

Out, she responded. Short and sweet for the lack of contact.

A few minutes later, her phone vibrated with an incoming text, and she knew before she even looked who it was.

Tell me where you are

Olivia felt the butterflies from the night before resurface. She started to type a response only to have Annie snapping her fingers in front of her face. "Come on, let's go dance."

She barely had time to shove her phone back into her pocket before she was being tugged along into the sea of people dancing to the beat of Latin hip-hop. It didn't take long for the tequila to kick in, and after a while she completely forgot about the text from Chris and the fact that she never responded.

Later, Olivia found herself back at the bar while Annie ran to the bathroom. She was hot, and grabbed a water instead of more alcohol from the bartender and pulled her phone out to check the time. It was nearing midnight, but the time wasn't what gave her pause. She had two texts waiting—one an update from the babysitter on Kai who was still sleeping, the other was a second from Chris.

You know I have your location right

Olivia froze, staring at the screen. When she looked back up, she searched the crowd for his face. It was just like him to show up unannounced.

How do you have it, she typed out, and waited anxiously for a reply. He'd sent the last message almost an hour ago.

I like to keep tabs on my girls

"Shit," she whispered to herself.

She knew he was dangerous, that he liked to play with them, make them uneasy. He'd just never really done it to her before, so this was a new feeling. She felt like she was being watched, that he could pop up at any moment and spill her secret. Annie would never understand the game she was playing if she found out, and Olivia didn't know if she could handle a lecture. Then there was Beth. If there was something going on between her and Chris, that would cause even more problems. Olivia decided to ignore him, to pretend like he didn't exist because that was what was best for her friendships.

The second Annie was back, they took another shot each and faded back into the crowd. There was one guy in particular Annie kept ending back up near, and Olivia tried to give her an inconspicuous thumbs up. He was cute. A little short, but taller than Annie, and that was all that really mattered.

As Olivia moved her body to the beat of the song, the sea of dancers enveloped her in a pulsing embrace. She danced with different people, going with the flow until a firm chest pressed against her back and a set of hands slid around her waist, dragging her back so they were flush together.

She smelled his cologne before she could fully process anything else, like the familiar shape of his hands. Her heart picked up speed in her chest, fluttering around like a frightened hummingbird. She refused to turn around as they moved together to the music, but against her better judgement, she allowed herself to fall prey to his advances. They fell into sync easily, moving against one another to the beat like it was completely natural. So natural she forgot all about Annie and the possibility of her seeing them in a compromising position.

His hands wandered, squeezing at her waist, down to roam her thighs before moving back up to press into her ribcage, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. The heat of his breath on the side of her neck sent a shiver down her spine, and she pressed back into him. His lips fell to the skin of her collarbone, and her eyes fluttered closed.

"You let every man put his hands on you or did you know it was me?" Chris asked close enough to her ear to hear over the music. Another wave of goosebumps rolled over her skin.

Finally Olivia turned her head so she could see him, and his eyes were heavy lidded as he watched her. The second she met his gaze, his shifted down to her lips then quickly back up.

"What do you think?"

"I think you should answer me when I ask you a question."

Olivia turned in his embrace, and his hands shifted across her hips to rest on the curve of her ass. She slipped her own hands up from his waist to his chest. Without giving it any thought at all, she leaned up and connected their lips. Chris didn't hesitate, but she wasn't prepared for him to slip his tongue against her own, his grip tightening.

Any ideas she'd had about ignoring him and pretending he didn't exist flew out the window. She wasn't nearly as drunk as the last time, and she relished every second. When Chris pulled back, his expression was hard to read. His eyes were narrowed, his mouth a firm line, but his body held hers like it was all he wanted, and she allowed him to.

She noted how good he looked in black jeans and a button down, his facial hair freshly trimmed. While she was taking on his appearance, he was brazenly doing the same. His eyes lingered on the dip in her top and the cleavage it exposed. Without saying a word, he took her hand and pulled her through the crowd toward the bar where it was easier to move and hear each other.

Chris ordered a scotch for himself and turned to her. "Just water," she said, and he smirked.

"Yeah, why's that?"

She held his gaze despite the anxiousness in her stomach. "Something tells me I should keep a clear head."

His smile grew wider just as the bartender popped their drinks onto the bar top, and he broke eye contact to pay. Olivia felt the same forbidden excitement that'd come over her the last time. Annie was somewhere out there on the dance floor, and Chris was right here. He wasn't hiding, and by the way he passed her the water and then slid his arm back around her waist, he didn't plan to.

"What are you doing here?" she finally asked when he didn't say anything.

He shrugged, sipping his scotch. "Whose attention were you trying to get with the picture?"

Olivia felt her cheeks flush. "No one."

"Bullshit. Don't play dumb with me now, sweetheart."

"How'd you know I wasn't here with a date?"

He held the glass to his lips and took a long pull, but he kept her pinned with his eyes over the rim the whole time. "You didn't call," he said.

Olivia's brows furrowed. "What?"

"I left it up to you, being the one who was drunk and all." Her mouth opened, but no words came out. "You didn't come to the meets."

"Beth said we weren't required to go," Olivia managed to say.

"You're never required, but uh, I assumed that meant something, you know?" He drained the glass and set it off to the side. With the arm around her waist, he dragged her closer. "Like you were sendin' me a signal. Then you post a photo like you did, and that's very unordinary for you."

"No, it—"

"When was the last time?"

Olivia tried to remember, but she couldn't. It'd probably been before Kai, or very randomly after. She didn't really do selfies, but she looked good, and yeah, maybe she knew he would see it because they were friends.

"So, whose attention were you trying to get?" he asked again.

"Yours," she whispered so softly he leaned in closer to hear. His cheek was pressed to hers, his breath hot on her neck.

"Yeah, I thought so. Next time send it directly to my phone."

A chill rippled down her spine at the thought of next time. She tilted her head so their lips were only a breath apart just before Chris closed the distance. This kiss was slower than the ones they'd shared before, and it lit a fire in her abdomen. Her hands found his waist, and she slid them up to rest on his lower back. He gripped her ass tight, and with their bodies pressed together, she could feel the hardening bulge in his jeans.

"Let me drive you home," he said when he pulled away, and there was a raspiness to his voice that wasn't there before.

"Annie's out there. I can't just leave her."

Chris ran his hand up to cup her chin, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. She felt all rational thought drifting off as he stared down at her with his dark brown eyes. "Mick'll make sure she gets home safe." He kissed her again before she could protest. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

He gave her hand a squeeze before turning and disappearing into the crowd. Olivia ran her fingers through her hair and tried to gather herself after being thrown completely off guard by his sudden, all consuming presence.

"Where the hell did you go?" Annie called out from behind. "I turned around and you were gone."

"I'm leaving," Olivia said, just wanting to get it off her chest. "I was about to come and find you."

Annie stood in the place Chris had just been looking very confused, and very inebriated. "Did you meet someone?" She looked around, searching for a face she wouldn't find.

"It's a long story."

Through the crowd, Chris stepped back into sight with Mick in tow. Annie glanced back at him, then did a double take. "What's gang friend doing here?"

Chris, without a hint of shame, came to stand at Olivia's elbow. "You ready?" he asked loud enough for Annie to hear. Olivia held her breath, waiting for some kind of lightbulb to go off.

Annie's eyes bounced from Olivia to Chris and back. "What is happening right now?"

Mick slung an arm over Annie's shoulders. "We're being kicked to the curb, doll."

Annie's eyes scrunched closed in contemplation for a second. "Wait, wait, wait. Liv, are you sleeping with gang friend!?"

Olivia opened her mouth to deny the accusations, but she didn't get the chance. Chris laughed and shook his head. "Make sure she gets home safe," he said to Mick who offered him a sarcastic salute. Chris guided Olivia passed them, and they headed for the exit.

Like the last time, Olivia found herself in the passenger seat of Chris's Mercedes. He'd started the engine, but was yet to put the car in drive. They were parked in a packed lot just a few blocks from the club, and now that she could think straight without the noise and lights distracting her, she started to wonder if Beth knew something was up. Why else would she insist on going to the meets by herself recently when that'd never been the case before?

Chris's head was resting against the headrest, his eyes trained out the front windshield. She admired his side profile, the curve of his jaw and length of his neck. Him showing up tonight was a genuine surprise, but she was glad for it. The night they ended up at her house, there'd been something between them that she'd chosen to try and ignore until now. Partially because she never thought they'd end up here again.

"How many drinks did you have tonight?" he asked, and the sound of his voice relit the fire in her stomach. Every time he opened his mouth, it struck a chord inside her that couldn't be ignored.

"Just a few."

"What's a few, Olivia?" He turned his head to look at her. Why did he have to be so effortlessly attractive?

"Three."

Chris just watched her for a minute as if he were thinking that over. She could see the wheels turning inside his head, and she wished she could read his mind. He leaned forward and reached into the back of his jeans, pulling out his gun and resting it on the dash. At one point, that would've terrified her, but not anymore. "Take your shirt off."

Olivia froze, but Chris made no move to look away. For a second she thought she'd misheard him, but the way his eyes dipped to her cleavage, she hadn't. "Unless you just want me to drive you home," he continued. By his tone, she knew he was sincere. She glanced at the windows, checking to see if anyone was around to catch them. "They're tinted," he said as he motioned at the windshield. "No one'll see you. No one except me."

Her hands felt shaky with nervous energy, but being alone with him was something she daydreamed about, and she didn't want to waste the opportunity. She sat up in her seat and pulled the bottom hem of her shirt out of her jeans before slowly pulling it up and off. She was wearing an emerald green bra and panty set underneath, one of her favorites. Chris analyzed every inch of newly exposed skin, and she burned hot. She was sure he could tell, but if he did, he made no note of it.

He sat up a little and scooted his seat back as far as it would go, and tilted the backrest to a flatter angle. "Come here."

Olivia hesitated. She had a pretty good idea where this was headed, and she wanted it so bad, but she was nervous. Being drunk out of her mind gave her a ridiculous kind of confidence she didn't naturally possess, but she didn't have that to fall back on tonight. She shifted in her seat only to find that the tightness of her jeans limited her movements, and she gave it the briefest of considerations before stretching out and popping the button open. She felt the heat of his gaze as she pushed them down her legs, and she found that she liked the way it felt. Her heart raced, her breaths coming quick and short with anticipation.

She kicked the jeans off, leaving them in a pile on the floorboard, and sat up on her knees, crawling over the center console to straddle his lap. Chris shifted a little to accommodate her, his hands instantly reaching up to grab her waist. Olivia planted her palms flat on his chest and leaned down to kiss him, her long blonde hair falling around them like a curtain.

Chris wasted no time, forcing her hips back over his. He was definitely hard now, and as the kiss deepened, their movements grew more rushed. She hurried to get the buttons of his shirt undone, and when it was, she tore it open and moved from his lips down the column of his tattooed throat. His hands squeezed the flesh of her ass and thighs, and she rocked her hips slowly, creating the kind of friction that made them both breathe heavier.

She wasn't drunk by any means, but the tequila enhanced every sensation, making her more desperate for what they were hurtling headlong toward. She dragged her fingers down his naked chest, and a hiss left Chris's mouth. He slipped his hands into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down as far as he could with her legs spread over him. All at once Chris sat up and took both hands to the thin strip of fabric concealing her soaking wet pussy from him. In one swift motion he snapped the material and tossed the shreds to lay on the floorboard with her jeans.

"Those were my favorite," she said, but he just shook his head, too focused to be distracted.

"You want your panties back or do you want to come?" he soothed against her lips, and she gasped when she felt his hand dip between her legs, two fingers opening her up to swipe against her clit. Her nails dug into his shoulders. "That's what I thought."

He kept her firmly in hand as he circled her clit, pressing his forehead to hers. She rocked her hips against the contact, wanting more, but he held firm. As if he could read her mind, Chris dipped lower to slip those same fingers inside her. His lips parted as she moaned, his tongue running across his bottom lip. The way he curled his fingers buried inside her sent a shock of pleasure through her body, his thumb pressing against her clit sending her higher. While he stroked the spot inside that unraveled her sanity, he loosened his grip on her waist with his other hand, giving her the freedom to ride his fingers.

"You want it?" he asked, and she nodded. "Let me hear you say it."

She struggled to find her voice. It all felt so good. "Yes, I want it."

Chris leaned back a little so he could see her better, resting against the seat. "Make yourself come, then."

It took her a second to comprehend what he was telling her to do, and she had a fleeting moment of feeling ridiculous, but then he pressed harder against her clit, forcing a breathless gasp from her chest. She rested her palms back on his naked chest, grinding her hips in slow circles. With each turn, his thumb rubbed her in the most delicious way, and Chris watched as she neared an orgasm.

Olivia was so lost inside her own pleasure she almost missed the way his chest was rising and falling with ragged breaths, but when she noticed she couldn't look away. The way she was positioned over his cock, she rubbed against him too, back and forth, her pussy grinding against the fabric of his jeans. The outline of the bulge was another erotic sensation, one that seemed to drive him crazy.

Chris was always so in control, but she watched him unravel right before her eyes until he was dragging his fingers from between her legs to pop the button on his own jeans. Him losing that control was nearly enough to make her come right there, but she kept it at bay. She wanted to feel him. She scooted back and reached down to help, tugging his boxers down along with him until his cock sprang free. He was bigger than she expected, longer than most but the perfect girth that made the need between her legs grow even worse.

When she looked up, Chris was analyzing her expression, but he took the shaft in his hand and gave it a few slow strokes. Not wanting to waste more time, Olivia slid her hand beneath his to take its place around his length. Chris ran that same hand up her forearm, past her elbow and shoulder, until he was holding her by the throat. Her breath caught as his thumb brushed over the hollow there. Olivia sat up on her knees, moving up so his cock brushed her entrance, and gradually she lowered herself down.

Chris's grip on her neck tightened, pulling her down to connect their lips. Her pussy stretched around him, making her moan. The rumble of a laugh vibrated out from his chest into hers. She took the last few inches slow, waiting a few seconds to adjust before she moved, but Chris took her in hand again, both gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. He pushed her back and forth, both of them groaning at the feeling, and she sat up to steady herself.

He gazed up at her with a lust filled eyes. "You feel so fuckin' good," he said, voice low, and she could've sworn she grew ten times wetter.

She tried to take control, setting her own pace, and instead of his fingers nearly bruising her skin, they wandered. He laid his head back against the headrest and watched her ride him, one hand going up to cup her breast through the lace of her bra, thumb brushing the hardened bud. Shocks of pleasure shot between her legs, making her cry out his name. The other hand made it's way between her legs again, his fingers finding her clit and pushing her nearly over the edge of sensations.

"Come for me, Olivia," he whispered, and he groaned when she dug her nails into the skin of his chest. "Come on, come for me."

She couldn't hold it back any longer, and she kept going as the orgasm burst out from her lower abdomen, and her mouth fell open as it consumed her. Her thighs threatened to snap closed, but Chris held them open and continued the tight circles around her clit, making her muscles tremble.

"Chris, wait, I can—" but he didn't stop, and she could feel her eyes burning with tears of pleasure as she rode his cock through it.

Chris was close, she could tell by the way his breaths came in short bursts, his face contorting and chest rising and falling, and just as her orgasm was fading, his hit him full on and he latched onto her hips once again, thrusting deep and filling her up with his come.

"Fuck," he groaned, and she leaned down to kiss him, swallowing the sounds of his pleasure.

Olivia peppered soft kisses across his jaw and down his neck, and when she looked back up, his eyes were closed, but there was a soft, satisfied smile on his face. She sat up and started to slide over to the passenger seat, but he grabbed her waist before she could get very far.

"Where you going?" he asked as he opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"My legs are cramping."

Rio chuckled sleepily and let her go. She climbed over the console, and Chris reached into the backseat where he found an extra t-shirt. He leaned over and cleaned the come from between her legs before wiping himself off and doing up his jeans.

A few quiet moments passed until Chris rested his elbow on the center console and leaned back to grab more articles of clothing from the back. He tossed her a thick black sweatshirt that smelled of his cologne. "You can wear that," he said. She pulled it over her head to find it came down just below her ass.

When she looked up, he was still watching her. "What?"

Chris reached a hand out and brushed a few messy strands of hair behind her ear. She couldn't imagine what she'd looked like right now. "You look beautiful."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She turned to pull down the mirror on the visor but he took her chin, forcing her back to look at him. He leaned forward and kissed her lips slow and soft, swiping his tongue against her bottom lip.

"You look thoroughly satisfied, and that to me is so fuckin' beautiful," he whispered against her lips, and she wanted to bang her head against the headrest. Every time he opened his mouth, he said something that made her want to open her legs. "Come on, let me get you home."

He kissed her once more before pushing a few buttons on the radio. The car was still running, so music filled the cabin, and he fixed his seat and put it in drive. "Next time, you come to the meet up, yeah?"

Olivia couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I'll be there."

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