#this is dumb but it won’t leave my brain so u have to know about this now

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There are 4 types of immortal characters

An Eldridge Horror

Cursed by an Eldridge Horror

In Love with an Eldridge Horror

Or Stubborn

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Hiii! I love your work! I was wondering if you could write something where Mattheo and the reader are enemies with sexual tension and one day their friends lock them in a room together and won’t let them out till they fuck and they eventually do?

Thank you!!

Hii love, love the idea, hope u have fun reading. Thank you for your request 🤍☁️

SAY YOU HATE ME | m. riddle

summary: reader and mattheo hate each other so their friends lock them together in a room

warnings: pure filthy smut!, enemy‘s to lovers, insults, arguing, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, rough, fingering, sucking on fingers, coming inside reader

words: 3,1k

When Pansy, Draco and Blaise told me they have a suprise for me, I wasn‘t really convinced and sure it was some kind of prank but I also wasn‘t a quitter or a party booper so I sighed and let Pansy put the blindfold over my eyes like she wanted to.

She grabs me by my arm and starts leading me through our common room. We walk for like 5 minutes until they stop and tell me to be quit. I nod and take a deep breath when I hear them open a door. Pansy gently pushes me forwards and I can hear her smile while saying "Have fun you two." My eyebrows furrow together. What does she mean 'you two' ? I hear the door closing behind me with a few giggles so I take my blindfold off and turn towards the door. "What the hell guys?" I yell through the door.

"Oh so that's their plan." I suddenly hear someone say behind me. I spin around, seeing Mattheo Riddle sitting on the edge of a bed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask him, my eyes looking at him and then around the room we're in.

"First of all, we're in my room , so I could ask you the same. Second, isn't it obvious to you what they're trying to do?" "Oh hell no!" Angry I walk back to the door and bang against it with my hands. "Pansy! let me out!" I hear them whispering behind the door before Lorenzo's voice speaks up. "You two will not get out until you talk about your problems." "Yeah or fuck them out." I hear Draco laughing. "Draco!" Pansy hisses.

"Guy's this isn't funny! I have things to do!" I answer, hoping they would do the right thing. But who am I kidding? "No what really isn't funny is how you two always argue with each other and ruin the vibe in our friend group for years now! So talk or never get out of there!" Blaise answers and I can basically hear him rolling his eyes before they disappear from the door.

I turn around then and look at Mattheo. "This is your fault! I hope you know that." I bitch at him, sitting on the other bed in the room that is Theodore's. He starts laughing and looks at me as If I have 3 heads. "Are you kidding me? If someone is responsible for this then it's you! You're the one who always acts like a bitch to me." "Hm, maybe I wouldn't act like a bitch If you wouldn't be such a pain in the ass with your stupid comments all day long."

He raises his eyebrows and leans forwards, his elbows on his knees now. "Oh you think so? Maybe I wouldn't have to leave stupid comments If you would consider using your brain for even a second."

My eyes widen at his comment. "Excuse me? You're just mad about the fact that I'm the only fucking girl in this school who isn't on her knees for you! Sorry Mattheo, not every woman thinks you're it."

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me, making his curls bounce slightly over his forehead. "This is ridiculous. As If I would even want you to be on your knees for me." I scoff at that. "Yeah why should you, right? Your type is dumb and brainless. Oh sorry, I forgot whore."

I see his face getting red and his jaw clenching. Suddenly he stands and walks over to me until he stands in between my legs, making me widen my eyes at him. He leans forward and speaks "What is your problem y/n? Why are you so fucking nice to everyone, acting like a little angel but are the biggest bitch the next second. Only to me of course. What is it that bugs you so much huh?" he breathes against my face, looking right into my shocked eyes.

"I - I just told you - you're always a pain -" "- in the ass. I know. But Draco is too. And I don't see you bitching at him like you do at me." "That's different. Draco is Pansy's boyfriend and I have respect for that." He scoffs at my excuse and to be honest, he was right. But why should I tell him?

"You know.. I kinda get a feeling, that you do want to be one of them." he starts, looking intensely at my lips. I swallow and look into his dark eyes. "One of who?" A smirk plays on his lips when he gets closer, making me back away a little until I'm just supporting myself with my elbows behind me, his body leaning over mine but not touching it. I feel his body heat around mine, my cheeks getting a little flushed at the warmth. He grins and answers me." " Dumb, brainless... a whore."

I gasp at his comment but before I could protest he speaks again. "Maybe then you would have a chance with me. Maybe that's why you're mad at me. Because your little brain always gets in the way and If it would just shut up for a second, then maybe you would have a chance." My eyes almost get stuck at the back of my head at how hard I just rolled them. "First of all, that doesn't even make sense. And like I said. I don't want you."

Then I feel his right hand on my waist, slowly tracing the bare skin on there due to my short crop top. "Then why are your cheeks blushing? Why aren't you pushing me away? You're so locked into my eyes that you're just laying under me like a little helpless thing." I swallow down the clump in my throat at his words. He'r right? Why am I still under him? Normally I would have smacked the shit out of him.

"See." he starts with a smirk. "You do want this. Me. You're just too stubborn to admit that I get under your skin all the time because you want me." I breath get's stuck in my lungs when I feel his fingers on my waist wandering over my stomach. "And you know what's the worst part of it? I just want you as much as you want me. I wanna taste every single part of your body." he whispers against my lips, now just an inch away from mine. "What?" I whisper back in shock. He want's me? What the hell is going on? Did they slip something in his drink too? Is that the actual prank? Him pretending to want me?

"You heard right.." his lips get away from my face again, switching towards the side of my throat. ".. I want you so fucking bad. And you're making me go crazy with your stupid comments all the time. Every time we're with our friends and you start insulting me, I just want to pull you near the first surface possible and fuck you stupid in front of them." After that his lips meet the skin of my neck, a gasp leaving my lips at the sudden contact. His breath was warm and his lips so so soft. Goosebumps erupt over my whole body instantly.

"Mattheo.." I whisper as a warning, but for what I don't know. "What? Are you scared that I'm right? Scared that you will let those walls down? That you let me take you?" I yelp when he bites down on my neck, leaving a light mark. "Come on.. tell me you hate me."

I want t, but I can't. The words just won't leave my mouth when my eyes start closing at the pleasure he's giving me on my neck. I starts kissing down towards my collarbone, nibbling at my skin here and there. Involuntary I arch my back, pressing my body against his.

His mouth moves down to my cleavage, kissing the top of my breasts. "Fuck you taste so good, y/n. Tell me you want this." I remain silent until he pinches my nipples lightly through my top, a whimper leaving my mouth.

"Tell me you want this too or I will stop. Come on baby." The little hairs on my neck raise when he calls me that. I slowly nod, my eyes still closed. "Words. I need words. And open your eyes for me." I slowly open them, looking right into his when I do so. "Say it.." he whispers against my lips, grazing them with his own. "I - I want you too." I finally say, putting a smirk on his face before he presses his lips against mine, his left hand finding my cheek.

The kiss is passionate and longing, leaving no air in our lungs. "Fuck, this is gonna be so so good." he groans against me, climbing on top of me now fully.

He pushes my legs apart with his knees, settling between them afterwards. When he lets go of my lips, breathing heavy, he works his way down with his mouth again, starting at my chest. I bite down on my lip and let my hands go through his curls, pulling on some strands. He groans when I pull, his hands roaming up my body until he squeezes my tits through my top. They slowly push my top upwards until my chest is completely exposed. He looks down at me and grins satisfied. "Fuck how could you hide that for so long from me baby? You're killing me." he groans and I see him pushing his hips down against the mattress for some friction. I think this is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. Mattheo grinding against the mattress because he's hard for me.

He starts massaging my tits, leaning down with his mouth, sucking on my nipple. "Oh -" I press my lips together, trying to be quiet. I pull harder on his hair, making him groan and grind against the mattress again. God help me.

"If you keep pulling on my hair like that I'm not gonna last another second." he breathes out when he lets go of my nipple. A grin forms on my lips when I suddenly got my confidence back. " Oh so you mean you will last longer than a minute?" He frowns at me before leaning down again and biting my nipple, while playing with the other one. "Mattheo!" I hiss loudly making him laugh devilish against my skin.

"I don't know If I want you to scream my name or shutting the fuck up." he chuckles when he starts pulling down my skirt. "How about you shut the fuc-" before I could finish my sentence he stuffs two fingers into my mouth. "Use your mouth for something good and suck baby." I roll my eyes but still do as he says. I run my tongue around the top of his fingers playfully, smiling while doing so.

I gasp when I feel his other hand on my clothed pussy. "Shit, you're soaked y/n. Fucking dripping." he says with his jaw hanging down and his eyes on my private part.

With two fingers he pulls my panties down, making me gasp at the cold air against my wetness. "You make me go crazy, you know that? Bet you're so tight - oh fuck yeah." he moans when he slowly enters me with his fingers he used to pull my underwear down. You could hear the wetness all over the room. I bit down on his fingers when he starts to pump them in and out faster. "Hm yeah fucking moan for me, come on." he bites down on his lip while watching my lips wrapped around his fingers. I buckle my hips when his thumb starts teasing my clit, only touching it for a short moment before letting go of it. I indeed moan around his fingers, closing my eyes.

"I'm so hard for you I can't believe it myself." he mumbles to himself, leaning down so his breath hits my clit, pulling a whimper from me this time. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and I hear them working his belt. "Mattheo please.." "What baby? Talk to me.." "Mhh I need more.. wanna feel you." I completely forget my pride while he fucks me with his fingers.

"Wanna feel my cock inside you? That's what you want?" "Fuck yes - please!" He pulls his fingers out of me, smiling when I whine in protest. I look up at him and see him sucking my juices off his fingers, making my stomach flip. "Taste so good princess." he groans and bites his bottom lip after pulling his fingers out of his mouth.

I watch him puling his pants down his legs, kicking them somewhere in the room. He pulls his shirt over his head, making me gasp in surprise. I knew he is fit but that fit? "Wanna take a picture?" he asks me cockily. "You wish." I scoff but smile as I see him smiling too.

I look down at him and gulp when I see the outline of his cock. "Don't worry baby, you're so wet for me It will fit without any trouble." He grabs my ankles and pulls me towards the edge of the bed. He places my legs over his shoulders, groaning again. " If I knew all these things about you I would have fucked you way earlier. For example how flexible you are." I giggle and raise my eyebrows. "I have a lot more hidden talents." "I bet." he says with a heavy breath, taking his cock into his hand and teasing my clit with his tip, brushing it over it again and again. "Mattheo.." I whine, desperate to feel him.

"I want you to beg me, just likee the little whore you are." he grins wickedly at me, using my words against me. he starts dragging his tip over my pussy, pushing it against my entrance but not enough to enter me. "Please fuck me Mattheo, please. I need to feel you, please."

He doesn't waste a second, pushing his whole length into me. "Oh my god!" I almost scream, feeling him in places I thought would't even be possible. Mattheo groans, squeezing his eyes shut, his mouth wide open. "Oh you're so fucking tight, unbelievable." He starts moving his hips in a fast pace, thrusting harder against me every time a moan or whine leaves my lips.

"You feel so good - so fucking good inside of me - fuck." I star babbling, only spurting Mattheo on. "Yeah baby, that's it. Just feel how my cock feels inside you tight little cunt. Such a pretty pussy for me." I let out a loud whine and start to claw into his back.

"Harder." he groans, his left hand finding it way around my throat. I dig my nails deeper into his skin making him chuckle deeply and smile down at me with dark eyes. Oh shit. His grip around my throat tightens, making me even wetter, " You like that, baby? Who would have thought that our little angel is such a whore for me huh?"

His hips start to move even faster than before, hitting my cervix at some point. "Oh Mattheo -" I choke out between some broken sobs. I don't know when the last time was where someone fucked me this good.

He laughs like the devil himself and says "what baby? thought you do't want me hm?" I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel a deep feeling inside my tummy. "Fuck I feel your little pussy squeezing me, you're close?" I just nod and gasp.

He slowly down to which I whine in protest. "No, no please Mattheo. Don't stop, please." I beg him without a second thought.

"Tell me you hate me again. Come on." I shake my head and groan in frustration. "Why not?" "I - I can't" He grins in satisfaction and picks up the pace from before. My walls start clenching around him, my hips buckling up against him widely and without a rhythm. "Scream my name." Mattheo." "Louder, fucking louder so they hear how we talked about our problems." he grins. "Fuck, Mattheo!" Then it hits me, like a wave crashing over me when I come around his cock, spasming around him.

"God you're milking me, baby." he moans when he feels me around him. While my head get's dizzy and I only see starts around me, he gets even faster and rougher, making me whimper now that I'm so sensitive. "Fucking come again." he demands, his tone deeper now. " I - I can't Mattheo. I'm so sensitive." I whimper when he rubs my clit again and fucks me shard that the headboard of the bed crushes against the wall. Oh they could definitely hear us.

"I promise you can baby, come on, It will feel so good princess. Just one more, for me." he says, working his finger so delicious against me. My lip trembles when he pulls a second orgasm from me, leaving me a whimpering mess under him. "Fuck yes, yes." His movements lose their rhythm, pumping his cock into me with zero control.

"Nhg baby I'm gonna come - fuck - where -" "come inside me." I say, still feeling like I'm on a cloud. He let's out a quite whimper before coming, but I still heard it. Then I feel his hot cum inside me, his body falling on top of mine while he still ruts against me. "Shit.." he breathes out heavily when he slowly comes down from his high.

I see him swallowing when he looks down at me. "I'm gonna die If this is a one - time thing." he says, making my heart miss a beat.

"It's not." I whisper against his lips before kissing him with a smile. He slowly pulls out of me, we both look down. I see him smirking when his cum leaks out of me.

Suddenly the door opens, both of our heads turning towards it. We see our friends standing in the doorway with confused looks and mouth wide open. The only one that looked smug about it was Draco. " Told you so." he chuckles. "Wow.." Enzo whispers looking at us. "I think I hate you too, y/n." he says. Mattheo pulls the bedsheets over us and growls at him. " You wish." "What the fuck! Why on my bed?" Theo yells, making all of us burst out in laughter.

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𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

Part: 4

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Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst, hurt, smut, cruel Soldier Boy, mention of drugs, reader gets hurt in both ways, violence, Soldier Boy gets hurt, Crimson Countess is a bitch

Word Count: 3584

A/N: English is not my first language.

* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.

It had been a week since Ben fired you from Payback, and you did nothing but spending your whole time in your home since that day.You made up your mind not to go back, even though the authorities tried to talk you out of it. Your idea wasn’t important actually, everything was all about Ben and his stupid ego. You wished you punched his arrogant face that day.

He was your ally, friend and lover, but he had make you his enemy in the end for nothing.

It was hard to swallow what happened between you, but it wasn't as though you lacked pride. It would be best, after all that, to just walk away. You didn't need to ask Ben for anything anymore. After he made his decision, your anger subsided. But you were powerless to avoid the agony in your heart. There was nothing you could do if he was really in love with Crimson.

Being a good person is not enough to love or be loved after all.

You could feel Ben's presence and hear his noises about your house on a Friday night. You wondered what he would say to further hurt your heart or what else he would discuss. Your heart was cursed for continuing to race while he was around. But you knew that all you really needed was a little time to let go of the emotions that were burning in your chest. As they say, what's out of sight is out of mind.

You let out a long sigh as he entered the home silently and opened the door with ease. You hadn't seen his face without that dumb mask in a very long time. You hated how well it fit his haughty persona.

“Ben, what are you doing here?” you said, seeing him inspect the house as though it was his first time.

He said in an arrogant tone, “I came here to talk,” as he moved closer to you and closed the door.

While sitting on the couch behind, you sighed and said, “I don't think there is anything left to talk it out.”

“You know, it's not like I want you to come back. Don't believe otherwise,” he murmured as he sat next to you as if nothing had ever happened between you. “However, those cocksuckers don't let you leave so easily. I have to bring you back to the team because of them.”

It was stupid of you that, for even a split second, you believed he would apologize, make amends, and put things right. Ben was right; you didn't know anything about him at all. It took you a while to find the right words to respond.

With a disappointed expression on your face, you turned to face him and muttered, “I can't believe you. How do you keep yourself so insensitive?”

He got annoyed by your tone and said, “I am what I am,” in an icy voice. “Perhaps your brain is traumatized from creating so many romantic scenarios about me.”

How weak you were when it came to him made your eyes tear, both with rage and anguish. You were unaware of how your heart could possibly desire him in spite of his cruel nature.

“I just feel sorry for you, Ben,” you said with all sincerity. It was true. “You think you have power over everything, but you’re actually controlled by everyone around you. Get out of here now. I’m not going back and I never ever will.”

You made a move to stand, but his rough hands stopped you, saying, “They won’t simply let you go. You have no chance.”

“No one can force me to do anything. I can do whatever I want, unlike you,” you said firmly. “And everyone will leave you alone if you continue to behave like this, like a jackass. Crimson will be the first to betray you; keep that in mind. Noir will leave the team too; you’ll see it.”

You couldn't help but bring up the Crimson issue, even though it wasn't your primary intention to bring it up. You weren't God's greatest soldier when it came to love.

“Is he the cause of your current behavior?” He stared at you hatefully and questioned you, raising his voice. “Did you get fucked by him?”

You shouted at him, “Of course not!” as you avoided his hard touch on your arm. “How on earth are you able to say such a thing to me while you are one who ruined everything? I can't fucking believe you.”

“I want you to get out of here,” you added, cutting him off from further conversation. Ben, I'm not turning back. This is where we end it. The discussion is over.”

He was looking at your lips as though he wasn’t listening to you at all. Before you reacted, his warm lips were on yours. Your hands immediately pulled him closer. You wished you were stronger than this, but it didn’t feel wrong. You missed him way too much to be able to resist his kisses and touch. Maybe he felt the same about you.

Remembering your first time on that same couch with him months ago, you felt like it had been years since he’d touched you. His tongue dominated your mouth when he pushed you to the couch and got on top of you with a quick move. It seemed that your transparent pride was high on cocaine, but your body needed him more than anything.

His mouth met yours for a long, passionate kiss before his hand found its way into your sweatpants and then your underwear. As his hand touched your wetness, you let out a gasp of excitement. He was staring at you in an unidentified way, and you blinked. He took a moment to measure your response and see whether you desired it as well, but as soon as he realized everything was okay, he continued kissing you and put his meaty finger inside. You nailed his

back, feeling his thick finger inside yours. You knew that once he got his hands on you, you would quickly reach climax. You locked your legs around his hips as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

With a sly smile, Ben asked, “Do you miss me?” and inserted another finger inside of you. You urged him to go harder as your legs began to shake. “Want me to give you a hard and quick fuck? Would you rather it was my cock inside of you?”

As you got closer to your climax, your lips parted, and he added a third finger, making you moan loudly. Without letting you talk, he started kissing you again and silenced your moans. You missed him so much that your eyes got teary from both pleasure and longing. You told him you’d never say that you loved him ever again, but you wanted to say it so much at that moment. You didn’t know how to make him believe you about your feelings.

You moaned in his mouth when your walls clanched around his meaty fingers. It’s been long since you’ve masturbated, so you couldn’t stop yourself from coming that easy. Your face was blushing because of the intensity of the moment.

He continued to finger you until you became very sensitive, at which point he pulled his fingers out of your wet pussy and placed another strong kiss on your lips. Based on the way his hardness felt on your stomach, you assumed he was going to take you there. You could even start over. When he didn't move, you waited anxiously and looked bewildered.

“It seems that I still have power over you, though, baby,” he remarked, smirking as he licked his fingers covered with your slick as your face flushed with both anger and shame.

Outrage rising in your heart, you pushed him back by his chest from on top of you. He'd done a lot to you already, but now he was doing this too. It was the final time he let you down. Even though what you said was a complete lie, you felt as though you meant every word as you said, “I hate you.”

“Yeah, that's more realistic of you,” he said in a harsh voice, adjusting his supe as he stood up. “You'll return to the team in a week; otherwise, I don't know what they'll do to you. I'll give you a little more time.”

You gave him an angry glare and said, “Get the fuck out of my house,” but he had already left.

You started crying like a crazy person while sitting on the floor, so you grabbed the closest chair and threw it against the door. You wished he had died that night with Crimson because you loathed him so much. Up until that night, you had hopes for him and yourself, but it was now clear that Ben had never loved you back and never would. All he liked was how you responded to him and your loyalty to him. Never in your life have you felt so humiliated.

Even though you were undoubtedly the strongest supe woman on the planet, you were vulnerable and in need of Ben's tiny attention. You cried more, realizing that you had become a pathetic creature. You never ought to have signed up for Payback.

When Ben heard you crying, he considered talking to you again, perhaps to soothe you. In reality, he only intended to persuade you to return to Payback; he wasn't aiming to upset you or finger you when he visited your home. However, he did cause you distress and sorrow. He listened to you cry a little longer, but at that point lacked the courage to confront you. After all, you were simply too furious to have another discussion. He was aware that you would always be alright, though.

You arranged to meet with an older director from Compound V Company in his house two days later in an attempt to stop drawing attention to yourself. Although you made an effort to stay out, they made every effort to get you to rejoin the team. You decided not to say anything about Ben when asked if it has anything to do with his attitude or anything else so as not further aggravate a situation that is already complicated.

While sipping his tea, the elderly guy remarked, "The company can raise your wage as much as you want." Behind him was a stupid painting of Payback.

“I’m already rich,” you answered with a smile.

You are, of course. With a fake smile, he said, “Thanks to us,” getting up and positioning himself in front of the window with his hands in his pockets. “You know, we discussed what happened on the battlefield with Soldier Boy. We made it extremely clear that the way he handled you in front of everyone who was there was completely inappropriate. His actions are not acceptable to the company. He'll be happy to have you back on the squad and wants to make amends with you. Presumably, he has already spoken with you.”

“He did, but I’m not going to change my mind,” you said, trying to sound nice and clear. “It’s not about him. It’s just that I’m very tired of everything: the media, movies, ads, etc. I’m not sure if that’s the life I imagined for myself.”

Even though you weren’t sure if you were telling the truth or not, the truth is, you joined Payback for Ben. If there were no him with you, it didn’t mean anything to you.

“Well, I offered everything I could, and it doesn’t seem like I can convince you then.” He gave up and raised his eyebrows with a fed-up look. “We've known each other for a long time, but I guess it’s time to say goodbye, huh?”

You said, “I'm sorry,” having absolutely no idea how to proceed.

You were relieved that leaving the company wouldn't be as difficult as Ben mentioned. He was vile in his attempt to frighten you or anything. Additionally, you didn't have to worry about money because you had earned enough to live comfortably for a long time. You were at last free.

You ran into Ben on the road after you left the house. He will most likely be given information about your situation. He moved to put his hand on your arm to stop you, but you managed to ignore him and continue walking by.

You knew that what he had done to you in the last few months wouldn’t be forgotten, as he gave your heart a big and deep scar, but at least you wouldn’t let him cut you even deeper.

You sold your house and moved to a place only Earving knew in order to ensure that Ben would never find you again. After all, he was the only trustworthy person you knew, and you had faith that he would keep his word. Perhaps all you really wanted was to be found, but that wasn't very significant anymore.

You tried to enjoy your fortune while you were finally free by going to the movies and spending time by yourself. To those who recognized you, you still gave them your signature, but you took great care to avoid drawing attention to yourself. Even yet, you felt sick seeing Ben and Crimson's posters all over the

city. Seeing Ben enjoy himself with Crimson while you were suffering because of him was just so unfair. He didn’t even try to find you when you left so many traces.

One day, when you were about to go into your house, you saw another car that was parked nearby your garage. Seeing the shiny red color of the car, your eyes narrowed. Realizing that someone was in your house, you went by the threshold and took a deep breath, sensing Crimson’s presence.

“Have your parents not taught you to never enter a house without permission?” You asked in an irritated tone.

She paused, pulling off a flower from your vase, and laughed as she took in the scent.

“It appears that you have become a gardener, Y/N. How far you have fallen,” she said in such a haughty voice that you felt like laughing at her ignorance.

“I don’t know how often your little brain gets railed by idiocy, but if you ever touch my flowers again, you will go back to where you came from without your big red head,” you said with a serious face. “Now tell me, why are you here?”

Her face fell with your your statement and she frowned her eyebrows.

“Something terrible happened.” She stated, “I thought you would want to hear it,” wearing a worried expression.

“What happened?” You muttered. The thing that brought her to your house worried you.

Earving was the first thing that came to mind. He informed you that Ben was bullying him severely and persistently and that it had gotten worse just a few days before. That's why you were afraid Ben had finally hurt him. As you waited to hear the worst, your heart paced with fear.

“It’s about Soldier Boy,” she said. She was looking at your expression very carefully.

“What about him?”

You wanted to sound cold and distant, but in fact, you were worried. You knew that he was the strongest, but he wasn’t the smartest considering his trust for that woman.

“As you may know, he hasn't been seen recently on screens or anywhere else. Because he is a little out of control, he is no longer wanted as the leader of Payback.” She stated, trying to read your face, “They are planning to find a way to kill him and tell people that he sacrificed himself for this country, etc.”

It was impossible to get underneath Ben's skin. There was no way they would have managed hurt him, not even with thousands of people or supes.

“What are you saying?” You whispered, unsure of what she was even talking about.

“They simply tricked him by sending him on some sort of mission. I'm not sure what kind of gas it is, but they are exposing him to a kind of gas which is making him to stay unconscious day and night, and he's going to be shipped to Russia tomorrow in the morning. He will never wake up, so I need someone to help him.”

The way she described him made your heart race. In an attempt to picture him as helpless, you took a deep breath to calm yourself. But knowing Crimson wasn't a reliable person, “Where were you when he needed you? Also, why don't you help him?” you asked aggressively with an obvious tone of suspicion.

“He is well guarded. Even some other supes are waiting outside of his box,” she licked her lips and murmured. She was so calm that it disgusted you. “And I'm not as strong as you are, as you know.”

She obviously lacked the guts to get her hands a little filthy. She didn't care about him enough, as you know, to take a small risk.

“Where is that location? Just give me the address,” you said in an aggressive yet unhesitating voice.

You were annoyed when she handed you a small piece of paper and sighed in relief as she said, “It's not far from here.” But at that point, you didn't give a damn about her. After all, if she hadn't told you, you'd never know what had happened to Ben.

You wouldn't allow them to treat Ben that way in spite of everything he has done to you. How could you go on living while he was unconscious and under the care of strangers in another nation? Though you were certain that they would never be able to murder him, the thought of him being tortured was much more unsettling. Without saying anything more to Countess, you left your house and drove directly to the address stated in the paper. If they discovered that you were the one who saved Soldier Boy, it would make no difference. You would think about such things later.

You cautiously examined the modest building, guarded by just two guys in uniform, after you had parked the car. You thought that would be easy. You were not interested in paying attention, even though they were very easy for you to handle. You decided to make some noise, so you picked up a big rock and tossed it out the window. Moving quickly to the back of the building, they exchanged glances and tightly grasped the weapons they were carrying.

When it comes to idiocy, men never let you down.

You hurried inside the building and effortlessly unlocked the large door. The dimly lit interior of the strangely dark building made you anxiously listen to every breath and voice around you. Feeling perplexed and irritated, you began looking in every room for Ben.

“Hey, you!” someone shouted at you. “What the hell are you doing here? Any entrance to this area is restricted by the government; you cannot simply go in.”

Well, you can.

Without saying a thing, you hit his head hard enough to knock him out, but not hard enough to kill him. You murmered an apology.

But then you heard the alarm go off, and you hurried to look for Ben. Inside the building, there was loud chaos, screaming, and gunfire from the people who showed as though they could harm you.

Ben was nowhere to be found when you finally made it into the last room at the end of the hallway. Nothing at all could be found showing his presence. Though you were both supes and could easily smell and hear voices, you were certain Ben wasn't around.

When the door was slammed behind you, you tried to get out, but the strong gas in the room caused you to cough, and you collapsed to the ground, feeling weary and numb. You realized then that you would be the one sent to Russia. Before you passed out, Ben was all that was on your mind. Your eyes filled with tears when you noticed the gas was making you cough in pain. Maybe Ben and Crimson worked together to trick you. But why would he make you suffer like that?

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A/N: Here we go… We haven’t finished yet. Comments and reblogs are very appreciated! You can check my Masterlist for other Soldier Boy / Reader fics. There is still so much to come. <3

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[princessbrunette]

hi! ur such an amazing writing i literally have been marinating on ur page since the cod writings !!

n e wayz, i was wonder how jj (or whoever u want it doesn’t matter) would react to making reader cry by doing something that had no malicious intent :( !! like absentmindedly wiping off her lipglossy kiss and reader being in shambleeeeesssss.

thank you, ur fabulous!

aww that’s so sweet !! thank u so much ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎♡ ༘

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one thing about you, was that you loved marking your territory. especially before jj was going out somewhere without you because how else will the girls that want him know he’s all yours!

you approach him before he’s out the door one day, giggling with your little plan— lips painted a little more vibrantly than usual.

“alright, m’out. i’ll text you when i’m comin’ back okay? i won’t be hours.” jj rambles, shoving his hat on backwards as he heads towards the door. you catch up with him, proud grin on your face as you yank him down, pressing a big kiss to his cheek leaving a perfect lipstick print when you pull back. you don’t get the chance to fully admire it however, because as soon as you create it — he’s lifting his shoulder to wipe his cheek on his shirt, faced screwed up. “jheez babe.” he complains and your face falls.

maybe you were expecting your period or something — because in record time, with no build up, you burst into tears, covering your face with your hands as you sniffle. the blondes eyes widen, swivelling back around to you and approaching you cautiously, hands hovering around your shoulders as if unsure on what to do.

“hey— uh, okay, woah? what’s goin’ on miss waterworks, talk to me?” his hands land on your wrists, gently prying your hands away from your face.

“you wiped it off.” you accuse lightly, lips trembling and eyes wide and mortified.

“c’mon, babydoll.” he scoffs lightly, face not quite meeting his lighthearted tone as his brows furrow in worry. “you know i didn’t mean nothin’ by it?”

“but— but how will other girls know that— i was trying to— ugh.” you go to cover your face again, sniffling pathetically but he catches your hands this time, thumbing over your knuckles.

“woah, wait — pump the brakes. were you trying to mark your territory, baby?” his voice lilts higher, finding your method adorable and feeling like a total idiot for not catching on. you pout, nodding — your energy the same as a wounded baby deer or something along the lines. “ah man, i’m super dumb— sometimes i just, my brain doesn’t brain yanno? here,” he turns his cheek lightly, tapping it. “mark me up, c’mon.”

you look up through your wet lashes. “really?”

“yes, really. c’mon girly, i’m your canvas— bring it here.”

you don’t take much convincing, launching yourself at him to leave kissy marks all over his pretty face whilst he chuckles, wondering just what he’s gonna say to the pogues. you leave a little bit of snot and tears on him too, but he makes sure to wipe that once you’re well out of sight.

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[koqabear]

omgg Pretty Privilege has got me thinking about smart and hot Taehyun ALLL DAY, you literally took the images out of my head and put it into writing so flawlessly I was literally gasping for aiR the whole time I was reading it. I LOVE YOUR WRITING.

ALSO I wanted to say that as I was reading it I couldn't help but think of the movie Legally Blonde,, ik the mc Elle isnt actually that dumb or anything shes super smart and gets into Harvard Law right and she does it in her own style (i've loved that movie for the longest time) BUT but hear me out if the mc in Pretty Privelge suddenly finds something that she's really good at AND is actually pretty smart in that field IMAGINE how Taehyun would act sfajfaj im just melting thinking of his reaction like: the soft proud smile complete with his dimple popping up, and his soft crescent eye smile just for her, and he cannot fathom how absolutely gorgeous and hot his lover is BUT also shes somehow found something that shes really really good at and hes so damn proud like YEAH THATS MY GIRL... dskawlawldaw my brain is gonna meltttt

if there’s one thing I’ll forever be an advocate for, it’s smart and hot Taehyun!! The world needs to see this side of him i simply do not make the rules.

OH?? I JUST ANSWERED AN ASK LIKE THIS LMAOOBDAH

But aaahhxhkss I imagine the mc having a really unorthodox hobby that Taehyun didn’t know about, until one day when he’s visiting ur house and he’s just like ….? You won’t answer the door and he’s been standing outside for so long, so he makes his way over to the side door and finds that ur garage is open— he’s about to call out for u until you slide out from under your car, your hands greasy and your face dirty as you greet him with a wide smile— turns out you’re in love with cars and fixing them up! he’d literally be so impressed as he lets you go on about your interest, technical terms slipping out your mouth so easily and leaving him so confused that he can’t help but fall in love further— you sound so professional and smart as you talk to him, pulling out your phone and showing him a friend’s car you’re currently working on— and when you ask him to come with you to a car meet you’re going to in your friend’s hellcat, how could he say no?

[l0serloki]

what about chamber getting super jealous and taking it out on you uwu

Chamber x Reader

Genre : Smut

Summary : Chamber is tired of Harbor's staring and disrespect. He'll teach him a lesson on looking at things that are his.

WC : 710

CW : Jealous!Chamber, Fem!Reader, degrading, dumbification, exhibitionism, praising kink, teasing/overstim, Harbor not taking a hint

A/N : You're so big brained for that. Thank u for requesting my liege, enjoy the brainrot. Also this is kinda a part 2 continuation to this right here. You don't have to read it to understand though!

Chamber had heard the rumors going around base, he wasn’t stupid. Harbor was interested in his girlfriend? He doesn’t blame him - you’re gorgeous and smart. But he will say that he is tired of the glances he sends your way. The obvious ogling at your body when he knows the two of you were a thing. Chamber had to think he was angering him on purpose. 

You had just left from the training lab when you ran straight into the chest of your boyfriend.

“Vincent! You scared me!” You laughed as his arms trapped you into a hug. “Sorry mon cœur. I was just coming to grab you. I need help.” Now that was a rare sentence to hear from him. You looked up with an eyebrow cocked and he smiled back gently. “Follow me my love.” He grabbed your hand in his as he led you down the halls.

“Vincent…” You were almost shocked at the gall he had. You stood in front of Harbor’s room while he opened the door. “Please mon amour - after you. I doubt our dear friend would mind us using his room while he is on a mission.” You just looked into Harbor’s room and back into Vincent’s chestnut eyes. “A-are you sure? We won’t be caught?” He rubbed your cheek and pushed your body into the room. “You know me darling, I always plan out everything. You’re safe.” You trusted him and let yourself relax.

You could tell that Harbor had definitely pissed Vincent off but you weren’t complaining. You spread out against the bed as Chamber’s fingers pumped in and out of your sopping hole. “Yeah make a mess all over his bed sweetheart. He wants you so bad, he can have my leftovers.” You could only moan in response as his fingers picked up pace and brought you further to the edge. “You want to cum dear?” “Yes Chamber please, need it so bad.” You felt his fingers leave you immediately, making you whine. “Oh princess don’t cry. We have so much more to do!”

Chambers fingers ran across your lips and you took them in your mouth. Tongue swirling around the digits, you made eye contact. “Mmm good girl. You deserve a reward, don’t you?” You gripped his forearm and began begging. The teasing had put you over the edge, lust insatiable at this point. “Please put it in. I need you in me!” 

Chamber took his time with unbuckling his pants and boxers. His hard cock stood proud with precum dripping from the tip. “I’ll make you feel good, my pretty girl. Don’t worry.” You felt the tip push at your pussy. “What do you want again?” You could tell he was getting off at the thought of you wanting and needing him so bad. He must’ve felt insecure with Harbor staring at you lately. “You! Only need you. Built for your cock.” You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes from how long the teasing had gone on.

Chamber’s cock had pistoled into you, the pressure almost too much. You almost came from just him fully sheathing inside. “O-oh my. You weren’t kidding when you said you needed me.” You could only mumble out yeses as he continued to gain speed. His thrusts were almost painful with how hard he was hitting you, smacking you around like a doll. “So good for me. Only mine, no man is going to take that away from me. Fucking built for me.” You jolted as his hand came down on your thigh. “Tell me how much you need me. You’d be so dumb without me. No cock to fuck this poor pussy, huh?” Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head at his words. “I’d be so dumb without you Vin. Don’t know what I’d do, would be so lonely.” His hand smacked at the same spot, “Yeah that’s right. Need me to do everything for you. My little spoiled princess.��� Chamber just kept on uttering praises as the two of you were close. “Vin- fuck. ‘M gonna cum. Gonna cum all for you!” He railed into you as you came, cumming quick soon after. 

“Well that should teach him a lesson.”

[rindough]

Hi! I'm so sorry if I'm being annoying because I just requested something before-

And I LOOOVED the headcanons you did for Me earlier. You are very talented ♡

May I request something with gojo where his s/o has a realistic nightmare about him dying and the reader not being able to help him? And then they just hold gojo, constantly saying I'm sorry and I love you,and just being super soft to him?

If you don't wanna do this, it's okay <33

having a nightmare about them

• character(s).  gojo satoru, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

• cw.  gn! reader, satoru part has changed!, mentions of weapons, vomit, blood, bittersweetness / angst at some parts

• notes.  HIMANIIIIII also this is wayyy overdued but im happy that u enjoyed my prev hc of him! also i hope u dont mind if i made some changes to your idea as i couldnt exactly get as much inspo as the one i wrote below... still either way hope u enjoyed it and once again im sorry for the changes!! oh ya and i decided to add more characters too! (sadly nanami's one doesnt come up in my brain for me :((( )

• master list!

—  GOJO SATORU

you feel the light taps of rain hit your skin, the place looks solemn with how dull the place has appeared thanks to the dark sky above. 

“’toru?” you muttered but to no avail. the same name bounces of your lips the moment you enter the building before you, then it bounces again and again off the grey walls within and into the corridor. 

was he outside? you walked back out from the nearest exit, still he was nowhere to be seen. thunder growls from above and you looked around, the streets were oddly empty as down the road it was filled with little cars... but where are the people? “’s like a ghost town,” you thought when you stepped back in, only to confuse yourself with the empty place again. 

“’toru? quit playing around!” 

the footsteps that clicks and clacks beneath you begins to weigh your heart down, he definitely might be a cheeky person, just... this seriously isn’t it. 

not when you almost yelled out his name in this new room covered in sickening white. 

a clock ticks and ticks inside of you when every corner and small divider was nothing but pure white — but the floor isn’t though! It is grey! but white, oh white just like his hair — god where the hell is he? it’s like the string in you is going to snap anytime soon now. 

did he decided to disappear from your life forever? did you do something wrong to him? anything he didn’t like? did his best friend get him like the theories he had laid out before you?

“please just appear right from the corner,” you begged silently with tears threatening to spill from your eyes. just a dumb jump scare from him was much preferable than this disgusting game you were in. 

“satoru? ‘toru where are you?” you sobbed, your throat almost dry from crying for god knows how long. with hands fumbling around the sheets you instead met with a pair of hands. he shushes you, before chuckling and pulling you into his embrace.

“i’m here, i’m here.” you sobs only grew but muffled by his warm chest, his hands rubbing circles around your back he doesn’t question the weird, unsettling dream you had immediately. 

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” you finally got to slip it out in between hiccups before breaking into a sob again. 

“what?” satoru was bewildered. “why?” 

this time whatever he thought was cute and funny disappear when your grip tightens around the hem of his shirt. “y/n...” 

“don’t leave, please.” his heart aches at the sight of you hugging him tightly.

“don’t worry, i won’t. i love you too much to ever do that.”

—  FUSHIGURO TOJI

the noise of hard wood knocking shakes the two of you awake, soon accompanied by your heavy beating heart. 

“open up the door!” a familiar voice booms into your dark room, you hadn’t done anything wrong — neither did the man beside you too that you know of. 

“shit,” you hear toji curse under his breath. shit? what does he mean? whatever question that was formed inside of your head turned to nothing as you could only focus on how off something had felt.

“y/n.” in a second from just beside you, now he had yanked you over to him near the closet. “whatever happens, y/n. do not open or come out. okay —” 

his voice gets cut off by the muffles and shuffles right outside of his door. your mouth opens, trying to protest but failed the moment your back hits the wall in your dark closet, knocking the air out of you. 

with wobbly hands you make your way near the small slit and much to your horror you watched as your husband gets dragged away by several men dressed in dark kimonos. his head covered with a rice bag as a man pointed him at knifepoint by his neck. 

you felt... pathetic. 

the whole time while you were with toji he had always protected you, yet something as simple as this? something capable for you or he but why couldn’t you do something? anything? why can’t you speak up? 

was it because he told you not to? 

but why wasn’t he doing something? why isn’t he doing anything? 

“if i were you, y/n. i’d drop him when i know he’s from the zen’in clan,” the familiar voice was much nearer this time, as if he was right beside you. you froze under his green gaze through the door gap, hands forming cold sweats at megumi’s chuckle. 

whatever he spoke next was incoherent since you couldn’t be bothered to listen to him anymore. you needed to save him. stubborn you were, you burst out only to be hold still by your stomach — a katana. “huh?” 

“huh?” your husband repeats after you, his eyebrows furrow before chuckling a little. “you had a nightmare, eh?” 

you remained silent, only letting the tears fall while you register every drag and ruffle of his warm hand against the back of your head after he had pulled you in for a hug. you hear him chuckle from above, still you don’t have the energy to hit him back in protest. 

“you can tell me later in the morning over breakfast. hm?”

—  GETO SUGURU

“‘guru? babe?” your desperate calls were of no use to stop the noises coming from the washroom. 

rushing, you froze in your spot at the black liquid spurts out of the raven’s lips which you waste no second gathering the back of his hair to support him. 

you remained silent, he usually wouldn’t vomit his guts out after swallowing dark balls of curses, which only makes this concerning for the two of you. 

the grip on his hair slowly falls apart yet you still tried to grab it again, waiting for him to finish and lift his head up. yet he didn’t, his figure remains bent as the shots of gut-wrenching noises went on and on into the toilet bowl. 

at this point he wasn’t going to come up, so with hesitance in fear of the smell you inch closer to his face the moment he pauses. your breath already held back in, yet for some reason you managed to hitch a breath as you let go of his hair at the sight.

your heart sank at the horrendous amount of crimson. 

“babe? babe? babe — BABE!” 

“Y/N!” 

your eyes broke open but they squint due to the sudden brightness and for once you felt that it was easier to breathe again. 

“‘guru...?” lips trembling, tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes at the sight of your fiancé by your side. a cup of water already prepared by his side.

“yea?” he whispers, his eyes searches into yours. “wanna talk about it?” 

solemnly you nodded, which he listens, his thumb never once stop grazing the back of your hand. 

“i’ve never vomited before — wait i did, once, as a kid since i was new to it.” he shrugs, turning to look at you, a smile makes his way to his lips. “don’t worry, i doubt it’ll be that way.” 

maybe it’s best not to tell you the possibility of it at all.

©  2022 rindough, do not repost or plagiarize.

[mygnolia]

may i have this dance? | pjs

synopsis -› you and park jongseong have always gone to proms together that it’s criminal for you not to, however, there’s this one year where someone happens you steal your best friend before you can even begin to prepare your matching outfits. even after the twists and turns of your friendship, do you still see him as a friend, or would you risk years of friendship to love him like how he’s loved you?

pair -› childhood best friend!jay x fem-pres!reader

release date -› 2-13-22 (RIGHT BEFORE VALENTINES)

genre -› fluff, mutual pining, bit of angst, slow burn I THINK, they’re just both dumb sorry not sorry, prom/formal au, neighbors au

trope -› friends to lovers, childhood best friends to lovers

wc -› 7.8k

cw -› y/n not knowing why she’s jealous, food consumption and mention, cursing, self doubt, they’re basically a couple idk what to tell u, the prom is there for two scenes and then they overthink for the rest of it idk how it got this long

© all rights are reserved to mygnolia 2022. republished, translated, and/or heavily referenced work will be reported and removed immediately.

There were plenty of ways to go about your day, and moping seemed to be the best one.

You were stuck in bed, consumed by the sheer frustration after hearing the news from a few moments ago. You’re going to prom. Alone. Obviously, there were bigger things in life. Your semester finals. The physics exam you had to study for, but those tests could’ve been resolved and dealt with later. But this? This was not your normal road-block. This was the dead end.

Prom’s been such a big deal that you don’t remember life without it. Whether it was winter formals or spring dances, you and Jay had always been together no matter the circumstances. But you knew it would have happened, you knew that Doyeun was going to ask Jay to go to the dance, so why would it feel so icky to see him say yes? You tried to focus on something else instead of thinking about it too much. She’s your friend, after all.

“You’re just friends, right?” She continues, making sure she’s hearing you correctly.

Disheartedly, you reaffirm, “Yep.” It sounds foreign to even your ears.

“So it would be fine if I asked him to the dance, right?” Doyeun’s words cut sharper than you imagined, running through some chord of jealousy and stopping right above your heart.

“Yeah, you can ask him out. I’m sure he’d love to go.” She pauses, noticing the almost sarcastic tone of your voice.

Doyeun looks worriedly at Gia before returning her attention to you. “_____, if you want to go with him, you can, y’know. We’re your friends, we’re not going to-“

You shake your head in denial. “Nope! It’s fine. You can go and ask him to the dance.” Gia and Doyeon, two of your closest friends ever since middle school, try their best to comfort everyone involved.

“I won’t ask him if it gets in the way of our friendship.” Doyeun adds, trying her best to reassure you before things tumble out of her reach.

Gia chimes in, watching your star-fished figure on the bed with caution. “We’re your friends before we’re two girls who want to go to the dance and maybe ask Jay. So if you have an issue that’s more than jealousy, then you have to tell us. I don’t have to ask Jay to the dance, but I don’t want to lose you.”

You mull her words over, frustration racking your brain. Why were you so on edge about the whole idea of you not going to prom with him? Is it tradition that you go with him? No, because two years ago, you went with a boy who treated you well, before leaving you to call Jay for help, albeit a bit pathetically. So it shouldn’t have been the ideal that you two would always show up together. But you do know that it wouldn’t affect your friendship with your two friends. And that Jay is merely your best friend, so it shouldn’t matter who he dates.

Your internal monolog finally lets you come to a resolution. “I understand, and I don’t see why I should be getting jealous over it when he’s just my friend. So yeah, you can ask him, and I’ll be fine with it. Promise.” You tell them, firmly. Doyeun nods, before you all change the subject to something more lighthearted.

The small, but audible voice in your head says, you can always go with someone else, which is honestly not a bad idea. And asking Sim Jake, one of Jay’s friends and rugby extraordinaire, out to prom is a lot easier than you expected, when you were ready to face rejection and someone who already asked the popular boy out before you could’ve.

Jake smiles and nods, agreeing to your offer. “Jay isn’t going?” He asks carefully, knowing that by agreeing, he might’ve just signed himself a death wish.

“He’s got another date to go with.” You admit, fidgeting with your fingers.

The boy acknowledges the new information before speaking up. “As much as I think you’re pretty cool, I don’t like you romantically. Plus, I think you and Jay have something going on, so I just want to make it clear before we agree to this.” You break into a grin at how his words lay out like a business contract.

You agree nonetheless, thankful he brought up the topic before you could butcher it yourself. “Same here,” you note. “And me and Jay are just friends, so don’t worry about getting in the way of anything. But I still think we should just go as friends, just to avoid getting into anything unnecessary.” While the both of you make small talk and come to an agreement on where your feelings lie, your friends are left wondering where you went after a rushed disappearance. But you’re left to question if there’s really nothing Jake would be getting in the way of.

By the time you reach your first class, Jay slides into the seat next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder- a small habit of his. “Where were you?” He questions, the pout evident on his lip. You shove him off playfully as you look up at the board for instructions. “I was with Jake, since you’re so curious.”

In his many years of life, there is no way Jay is actually jealous when he hears you say those words.

He evaluates himself thoroughly. You’re his friend, you can talk to whomever you want, he knows that, so why does he feel a pang in his heart when he sees you offer him a small smile? Maybe it’s a pitied one. Maybe you’ve started to date the boy you mentioned and in turn, have to turn down every prom you’ve been to together from here on out. He’s jumping to conclusions so quickly that even he knows he should stop- that he shouldn’t care, and that there are other things in the world like who you ask out to prom.

He makes a mental note to talk to Doyeun about why she asked him to accompany her in the first place.

Incoming video call from the man the myth the legend!

You chuckle quietly at the contact which you haven’t changed since brunch last week. You accept his call, and as the two sides are connecting, you prop your phone up against your lamp and wave when his screen appears. He grins at the camera and waves back, pushing up his glasses and continuing to write. You roll your eyes and look back at your laptop.

“Hello to you, too.”

Jay hums without looking at the camera, his eyes darting between what you assume is his textbook and notebook. With a huff, you lean back in your chair, feeling a bit frustrated at how he initiated the call but barely spent any time acknowledging you.

“Why’d you call if you’re just going to do your notes?” You ask, pretending to be annoyed.

“I was bored.” He answers. “Plus, I want you to quiz me on chemistry.”

You spin around in your chair aimlessly. “Then why’d you call? You know you could’ve come over.” You offered, leaning your chin on your hands once you’ve completed a full circle. Jay smiles and puts his pencil down, reaching for his cup and taking a sip of what you assume is his new obsession with corn husk tea.

“Calling with you feels different.” He insists, using his pencil as some sort of pointer. Unconvinced, you do another turn in your rotating chair to potentially dizzy yourself from the twisting feeling in your stomach. You like that he tells you he enjoys your company. That he chooses you as his friend.

Playfully, you roll your eyes and bring the phone to your bed, where you exit out of the call screen and to your nearest social media app. “Just come over. My parents are over at the Jung’s helping his mom prepare for the weekend barbecue.”

Jay shakes his head and you groan dramatically before dropping your phone to the side of your pillow.

“Was this about the mistletoe thing?” You refer to the party your family hosted almost a decade ago, where you and Jay were walking out of your room before being interrupted by people telling you to kiss. The adults laughed and you hurriedly pecked him on the cheek before running away in eight-year-old embarrassment.

“You don’t get it!” He objected somewhere off screen. “Dad was talking about it for weeks, ‘oh did you hear my son got his first kiss’ ‘oh guess what Jay got a girlfriend,’ it would never stop!” He mimics, finally walking into view and scowling at your laughter ringing from the other side.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” With a wave of playful dismissal, you find a pair of sweatpants and text your mom that you’d be going to Jay’s. Being on call with him was nice, but interrupting him midway or swatting his arm was something that just didn’t have the same effect on video. “Okay, news flash, but since you’re too scared to come over, I’m heading over right now.”

“You what?” He violently protests, and right after, you hear the shifting of books and shuffling of bedsheets. He still stays on call with you, though, and you bite your lip from smiling at the endearing gesture.

“I’m going to hang up.” You inform him, closing your front door.

“I’ll tell my mom not to open the door.” He snips. You laugh, putting on your sandals and making your way over. He’s just around the corner, and the call ends as soon as you reach his door.

Jay knows immediately that you’re here when his mom’s cheery voice rings from across the expanse of his homes. He hears, “Yeah, of course, Jay’s just upstairs, but his room might be messy.” coming from his mother, and he feels just a bit more of himself die when you laugh.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, huh?” You joked. “I brought the chips you like.” He grins widely at the orange bag , and makes grabby hands for it. Rolling your eyes, you toss him the snack and sit on his bed.

“Did you already finish your work?”

You remind Jay, “I didn’t enroll in that dumb chemistry class like you did.” He frowns and opens the chips. The boy offers some for you, and you quickly shake your head. He turns a blind eye to your jab as to what additional classes he takes this semester, and focuses on scouring his table for the index cards he’s memorized.

Wordlessly he passes them to you, and you lean on the pillows, beginning to read out the terms and quizzing him on the definitions.

When you two have run through the set twice, you place it down and and walk over take a sip out of the bottle of tea he has on his desk. “See? Me coming over would’ve been better than you having to send me the online version and making me read them aloud.” You reason. Jay rolls his eyes.

“Thank you.” He tells you instead. His eyes shine with sincerity, and you send him a small smile.

“Of course.” Reaching for your phone, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you scroll through your variety of apps and he cleans up the remnants of his studying. The textbooks make their way to the shelf and the notebooks have their share of eraser shavings- ones that are dusted off and forgotten once Jay puts the spiral bound book into his backpack.

At the thought of prom, after seeing a friend post her outfit, you break the silence.

“What are you wearing to prom?” You call out.

His eyes brighten excitedly, and you wish you would’ve asked him to the dance. He fishes out the crisp suit from his closet and shows you the details excitedly, from the flashy collar to the pretty marbled buttons that he noticed when he first saw the outfit. Jay has a special knack for clothes- especially during these events. In junior year, you two went shopping for almost a whole day, spending so much of your time just for one night of fun.

But you like it that way. You like it when he feeds you cinnamon covered pretzel bites and points to the next store down.

That day, he picked out a dress that perfectly complemented your features and his own attire, leaving you breathless at the way you two paired up together.

He shows you the shoes, courtesy of his dad, who ordered a pair a size too small. Instead of returning it, Jay took the opportunity to show off the high end brand that matches quite well with his slacks.

In short, Jay was going to look good.

Why couldn’t Doyeun just ask out Gia? Why did Gia have to go with the girl from your AP history class? Why couldn’t you ask Jay first?

You smile nonetheless, complimenting his style and mirroring his pleased expression. He shows you the tie and makes you feel the soft material before folding it neatly and putting it back where it was.

You don’t hate your best friend for asking your other best friend to a dance. You hate yourself for getting so worked up because of it.

The special day nears faster than he expects, and he’s already picking up his date before heading to the venue where the event is taking place.

As someone who’s attended every winter formal and spring dance, he could say that he knew his way around the ordeal.

Prom is fun. Prom is simple. Prom is enjoyable with the right person.

You nor Jay hadn’t hated your evenings so far. There was nothing wrong with Doyeun or Jake, but Jake wasn’t your best friend, and to Jay, you weren’t Doyeon. Jake had been honest in the sweetest ways possible, telling you that you looked nice today, or later on, when he confessed to probably sticking alongside Sunghoon more often than not. When you told Jake you were headed out for a drink, he gave you a curt nod before turning back to talk to his friends.

Jay knew from the start that Doyeun didn’t ask because she was interested in him; there was some exterior motive to her saccharine voice that wasn’t romantic. “You like her, huh?” Doyeun asks the boy, already knowing the answer. “I can see you keep looking at her.”

He nods guiltily at your friend's words, averting his gaze and holding her hands as the music keeps playing. She laughs at the poor boy, and swats him across the forehead, looking over at you sipping your cold drink and listening to whatever Jake and his friends are saying. Doyeun has in inkling that you like your best friend, too. You’re always smiling when she catches you two together. Whether it's a joke you make or something he says, it always has you frowning and punching his arm with mock irritation. And while you talk animatedly to Jake, there’s something about it that doesn’t reach your eyes like how they twinkle around Jay, and she’s positive you and the rugby player are merely friends.

At this point, Doyeun should be a detective.

She glances at Jay, who’s sporting a slight pout beside her. “You don’t have to stay, if you don’t want to.” She tells him, being honest. At her words, he lets go and steps to the side a bit, watching as you rub your arm before taking a quick look at the exit. The place is nice, the food is good, and you’re having a good time with your friends, but you don’t think it compares to when you're centimeters away from Jay and haphazardly stepping on his shoes as a slow song comes on.

“Are you sure?” He turns to Doyeun and sends a concerned look her way. “I don’t mind staying here. You’re not terrible yourself.”

She chuckles, before reaching for a water bottle and uncapping it. “Go talk to ____.”

“How’d…How’d you know?” He finally asks what’s been on his mind for so long, and wonders if he’s been that obvious this whole time.

“Because I’m her friend.” The dark haired girl said simply, shrugging before taking a sip. “You and ____ are attached to the hip, I hope you know.” Their conversation’s become a bit teasing, and Jay huffs before crossing his arms defensively, as if in denial. “You’ll have to come to terms with it eventually. You know that, right?”

Despite still pretending to be ignorant of his situation, the boy has to actually take into consideration that she is very right, and that he is in a compromised spot because of it. When Doyeun notices the furrow in his concentrated eyebrows, she speaks up again, trying to lighten the mood before he overthinks anything. “I could see you pining after her from a mile away. It was gross. I do not want to continue to witness it.” Jay snaps out of his reverie, scowling playfully at the other, and he wonders how you deal with her.

“What, are you mad that you don’t have a raging crush on your best friend?” He quips, a small victorious smile on his face.

She pouts, before looking in the crowd and back at the very interesting plastic label of the bottle she was nursing. “I do, actually.” If the boy wasn’t paying attention, he would’ve missed her words.

In Park Jongseong’s many years of life, he does not expect to find someone else so hopelessly attracted to their best friend. Doyeun is a first, as she points out Gia in her deep orange dress and grins unknowingly.

“Guess we both have something in common.” She mutters, amused at their shared predicament.

“That we’re too chicken to actually confess?” He questions, and turns back to look at her.

“No, that we’re horribly down bad for our friends.”

Well, Doyeun isn’t wrong about that.

When the room gets too stuffy, and you feel like you’re only breathing in the perspiration from everyone dancing, you head outside, surprised to already see Jay there.

“Oh, Jay. Hi.” Despite your unenthusiastic tone, you’re thankful for his presence in a loud setting like the event center the formal is taking place in. He scrolls through his phone before feeling the weight of your head on his shoulder and the light panting from the dancing you did earlier.

“Do you…” he starts, looking over at you. “Do you want to go back?”

You shrug. “Inside? Not- not really. I’m a bit tired since we took an exam beforehand.” Jay nods in understanding, looping an arm around you and letting it rest around your waist.

“You wanna go back to my house?” He offers nonchalantly. Your heart does this weird thing where it beats a little louder and makes your cheeks heat up with a warmness only you can detect. Jay’s too busy scrolling through brownie recipes to notice the way you seize up slightly at his words and at the lingering brush of his fingers against the material of your dress.

You quietly murmur, “Sure,” and with it, the boy beside you gets his jacket. “We can watch the new drama that’s come out.”

You tell Jake you’re leaving earlier than expected to avoid the worried texts from the boy that were sure to follow your phone once he noticed your absence. He gives you a small hug and tells you to have fun, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s an angel.

You don’t have time to think, though, as Doyeun is wrapping her arms around you and giving you a hug before ushering your way to Jay, who’s waiting in the lobby with his black blazer on. it complements his deep blue shirt and black jeans, and you take the time as you're walking to his car to tell him his outfit looks nice. Jay turns to admire the way your dark gray outfit accentuates your best features, and offers you a small ‘thank you’ and compliment in return.

The car ride back home feels quiet and uncomfortable almost, and you don’t know it, but Jay’s head is filled with the same questions you want to ask him. ‘Why did we choose different dates if we’re back here? Was there a reason you agreed? Why I even did? And why does it feel so awkward knowing I wanted so badly for you to see me?” There’s something along those lines floating between the two of you, plaguing the atmosphere of the car with an unspeakable tension that you wished didn’t exist. Neither of you comment on it until you reach his house, where the lights are off and you know that it’s dead silent. During these hours of the night, where his parents aren’t home, Jay has to fend for himself, and you’ve tagged along across the years to make sure the boy isn’t the only one looking at the stars.

He appreciates it. Throughout the plethora of nights you two have spent together, he finds you stuck in every memory, as if you always lingered even on the nights you couldn’t sneak out. His place feels cozy and warm, but it’s when you two are together that it feels like home.

“Just pick out a movie. I’ll make popcorn.” He tells you, distractedly rummaging through the cupboards for the popcorn. When you’ve setting on watching the new Avengers movie, the boy comes back cradling two sodas and a bowl of buttery popcorn in his hands, and you find it endearing how hard he’s trying to balance it all. You reach out to help him with the bowl and he sighs in relief, placing the cans down before falling on the couch unceremoniously. He reaches for the blanket and drapes it over the two of you before you can speak up, and the gesture warms your heart and your freezing legs.

“So I’m assuming you haven’t watched it yet.” You look over and lean onto Jay’s shoulder, clinging on in hopes that your dropping body temperature is alleviated with the furnace next to you. The boy shakes his head, reaching for some popcorn before offering some to you.

You are only thirty minutes into the movie, and you are asleep. Jay knew it would happen sometime sooner or later. With the combination of a warm body next to you, dimmed lights, and Jay’s shoulder as a perfectly capable pillow, you easily fell asleep considering the circumstances. (You were tired from your tests, but blaming Jay for being so cozy was an easier excuse.

Jay turns off the television, pushing back the bowl of popcorn to avoid it being knocked over, and finishes what’s little of the soda in the two cans before putting it in the container where the fresh popcorn once was. He nudges you awake, brushing back your hair and tapping your shoulders as gently as he can before your eyes are fluttering open.

“We finished the movie.” He informs you quietly, and you nod in confirmation before stretching and leaning back on the couch to give your limbs the wiggle room they’ve needed for the past hour. “You should brush your teeth.” You shake your head stubbornly, and your body curls up, turning away from Jay in hopes that it convinces him that you are in fact, too tired to go. He, however, isn’t having any of it, and drags you off the couch to the cold bathroom before forcing a green toothbrush in your hand with some toothpaste messily applied on the bristles. Despite his haste, everything Jay does is with care, and you don’t realize it until he’s carefully holding your hair back as you wash your mouth, patiently helping you until you trail off into the bedroom. He runs through his own routine, following suit and seeing you already wrapped up in his covers. The light from the hallway illuminates your face, and it’s how he knows you haven’t fallen into slumber yet.

“Why didn’t you just go to sleep?” he prods worriedly. “Don’t you have anything to do in the morning?”

In response, you shake your head. “Not until the afternoon.” Jay makes a mental note of it before climbing into bed. He reaches for the blanket, the majority of which is occupied by you. He finds it endearing, but not endearing enough to suffer from the cold, and yanks the blanket from the other side, stifling a laugh at your annoyed groan. He grins into the covers, and before he realizes it, you’ve turned around, eyes wide as they come dangerously close to Jay’s. Neither of you comment on it.

“It’s still cold.” You whisper, not moving away.

He rolls his eyes, saying, “Well, who’s fault is that?” He shuffles back to create space between you two. Although he loves to make fun of you, he still moves closer and hugs you under the blankets, and maybe he’s on the verge of overheating, but he thinks it’s worth it as long as you continue to stay like this. Jay’s about to fall asleep, almost dozing off to the steady heartbeat next to him, the steady rise and fall of your. It all leads back to you.

He thinks about Doyeun’s words carefully, trying to decipher all possible meanings before he actually faces the truth head on.

You’ll have to come to terms with it eventually, you know that right?

Unfortunately, Jay knows where you stand with him. He knows that there’s nothing he can do if you don’t reciprocate the blossoming feelings he has for you, and in an odd and bittersweet way, he feels at peace with just staying friends. Because he knows that being friends with you is already such an accomplishment for him. You choose him every time, and it’s something Jay relishes dearly.

He’s still in the same emotional turmoil as before. All Jay wants is to be yours, his heart intertwined with yours and your pinkies linked as you traverse all the places the world would send you. You’d do it together, and you’d do it with him, every time.

He’s resigned to be just friends, and he’s long accepted that tidbit before he’s accepted his feelings for you. A few months ago, when you joked about marrying him someday, Jay’s never let it go and it’s where it all went down. Even if it was a joke, it still stuck with him in an odd way that all of your inside jokes do. Maybe one day, if you two were single and growing older with every sunset that passes, then he’d bring it up as some joke that’s run between the two of you for years on end. It feels like millennia until then- he’d have to keep a steady friendship with you to even get that far. Jay revels in it for a little longer; being yours for the time being.

He falls asleep with his fingers still interlocked with yours. Friends don’t do that…do they?

You would have had a bad morning if it weren’t for the feeling of someone’s hand in yours. Jay’s hand is warm but he’s also about to suffocate you if he turned even just a bit. His embrace is cozy, but you have class in a little bit over an hour, and Jay caging you in doesn’t help.

“Jay-“ You huff out, voice still groggy with the morning daze. The boy in question shuffles slightly, the sheets rustling under his movement. “You’re killing me.”

He lets out a garbled noise between a sigh and a groan, and turns to the other side. It’s almost like you feel the air in your lungs again. You regret slipping your fingers away from his, and the immediate lack of security with your hand in his is very apparent.

“Jay, get up. You have class.” With not so gentle pushes to his bundled figure, Jay cracks open one eye and glares at the light coming from the window. He squints before adjusting to it, and rubs his eyes, almost glaring at you through the disheveled locks that fall on his face. You repeat, “Jay, let’s go.” He childishly shakes his head in refusal and turns away from you. As a last resort, you yank the blankets, snickering at how Jay reaches behind him for the material only to swat at the air. “Get up,” You sing-song,   walking towards the entrance of the bedroom.

After a while, Jay emerges from the bathroom and smiles at your attempt to make pancake batter. “It’s too thick,” he comments, and pours some more milk into the bowl before motioning for the whisk. You watch as he thins the batter, adding a light coating of butter to his trusted non-stick pan and getting the measuring utensils to evenly measure out the pancakes. He slowly pours the light batter on the sizzling surface and you watch in awe as he turns up the heat and reaches for a spatula simultaneously.

“I’m glad you’re up.” It’s the first thing you’ve said to him after he got out of the bathroom. He raises an eyebrow.

“Because I can make pancakes for you?” You nod, a smile lacing our features and eyes riddled with mirth.

Reminding him, you say, “You also have to take me to school.”

He grins. “I don’t have to do anything.” Rolling your eyes, you reach for another plate when the first plate looks full.

“But I’m your friend. You’d do that to a friend?”

“You locked me out of my own house once because you thought you were still in your bed.” Jay deadpans. You freeze, remembering the more lighthearted argument you had over the phone as Jay tells you that no, the items in the bathroom are his, and to go open the door for him. You really didn't believe him, but when you opened the front door, there was an exasperated boy with his phone in front of him on speaker. You smile at the memory and he looks at you weirdly. It's obvious that it affected Jay more than it did you.

"It was funny, at least." You tell him, knowing full well that he disagrees more than ever. A scowl paints his face as he scrambles a second egg and seasons it.

Jay’s face brightens with a threat having just materialized in his head. “Do you remember the cactus Jungwon had?” With your nod on confirmation, he continues. “Yeah, that’s about to be you.”

Your face pales comically. “Dead?”

“Deceased, yes.” Jay grins at your expression, his smile slowly morphing to a chuckle once he sees your scowl. “Calm down!” He laughs, punching your arm lightly. “I won’t kill you with scissors.” You fake an expression of relief.

“Oh, thank god.” You exhale in mock relief. “Knowing that you were going to pull an Injang on me was very, very scary.” You both laugh at the exaggeration, and Jay turns around to move the eggs from the pan to the plates. You leave to get ready for your class in around half an hour, and when you come back out, your friend is scrolling on his phone while poking at the fluffy stack of pancakes. With the way the morning light encompasses him, it feels oddly normal for the two of you to be in this situation- like you were used to the domestic nature of waking up and making breakfast together. If you saw the very thing on television, you'd assume the two were a couple right away.

You're just friends. Why would you even think of anything like that? Jay raises an eyebrow at you when he notices your frozen stature, and it snaps you back into motion as you quickly pull the chair out and take a seat. He’s sending a puzzled look your way, until you’re motioning for him to continue eating with an upturn of your lips. He smiles back at you before reaching for the utensils once more.

When you two place the dishes in the drink and Jay reaches for the keys, you grab your bag and head out with him. Jay’s car is nice, and you’ve come to appreciate having a friend who’s nice enough to drive you around in his Mercedes.

“What’d you and Doyeun talk about? At the dance?” You question. He glances over with a teasing glint.

Lightly, he responds with, “What, were you jealous?” Your flabbergasted look sends him into a fit of giggles as he reaches the red light.

“Never!” You stammer, eyes wide with the humiliation of being caught. “I’d never be jealous of you when you’re happy.”

“I'm happiest with you, you know that right?” Biting the inside of your cheek helps a large grin from forming, and you hope that the boy next to you doesn’t notice how hard you try to conceal it.

“Don’t lie,” you splutter, the warmth in your face betraying you much faster than intended.

“I would never, sweetheart.” Jay offers you a smile, one that you know is sincere, but choose to ignore.

Raising an eyebrow in suspicion, you pretend his words mean nothing when they in fact cause your heart to stutter. “Debatable.” You snip.

When Jay drops you off, you realize he never actually answered your question.

You’re not one to assume, but if Doyeun continues to lay on Gia’s lap with a giant grin, you’ll have to conclude that one of them has finally confessed.

Gia reaches for a napkin and wipes the corner of Doyeun’s lip.

“Did something happen?” You address the obvious, and Doyeun freezes up. Rolling your eyes, you raise an eyebrow and wait for at least one of them to respond. They glance at each other, and with a glare from one of them, the dark haired girl sighs and begins to sit up.

“You’re not mad…are you?” She starts, a worried expression painting her pretty features. You shake your head rapidly and it feels like the contents of your brain are going to spill out.

“Never.” You respond earnestly. Gia lets out a relieved exhale and runs a hand through her auburn dyed locks. You motion for them to continue. “So when did this happen?”

“When we were trying to get you and Jay together.” Doyeun blurts.

Gia’s eyes widen and she slaps the other on the forehead. “Doyeun! What the fuck!”

You choose to ignore everything else and pay attention to who’s name they add to the conversation.

“Get me and who together?”

“You. And you best friend. Because if I have to spend one more moment looking at both of you staring at each other like that I’m actually going to kill one of you.” Gia threatens you oh so casually, and sends a questioning look her way.

“There’s nothing going on.” You snip, crossing your arms over.

“Friends don’t cuddle.”

“Close friends do! I’m sure you guys cuddled!” You exclaim, feeling your heart speed up and hands get clammy at just how right they are.

“What’s stopping you?” Doyeun asks genuinely. You shrug your shoulders, finding that the answer to her rather lighthearted question isn’t so easily responded to. It’s been like that- muddled, from the moment you woke up, to the moment he flicks you on the forehead as a signature parting gesture.

“I don’t know,” You pause to take a sip of your peach tea. “We’re friends. And I’m happy we’re friends.”

“But you want to be more.” Gia reads your mind, a lopsided smirk on her face.

Like it’s no big deal, Doyeun admits, “Sure, you’ve been friends, but I honestly think that you know that somethings been there. Sure, friends can find each other attractive or good enough to be their partner, but it doesn’t feel like that. Correct me if I’m wrong, but if you like all the romantic aspects of your relationship, you should, I don’t know, maybe pursue him.”

How did a conversation about her and Gia flip over to you?

Her words sound more unappealing than the four day old box of takeout in your fridge, but it’s raw, and honest, in the very way that Doyeun is. Although she’s right in the idea that you should figure things out at least some point down the line, she’s terribly wrong in thinking that the point down said line is anytime soon. The nod that acknowledges Doyeun’s words is incredibly unconvincing and hesitant, but she can sense that the simple topic of feelings has you gnawing at your thoughts incessantly.

You don’t get why you can’t just be friends. Friends make each other coffee and flip eggs in the morning. Friends flirt and make jokes. Friends go to prom together. But so do couples.

You don’t need to be any more than what you already are, because everything that you’re doing now is normal.

Yeah, feelings suck.

Oddly enough, at the same time you start pushing down the feelings for him, he seems to do the exact opposite- and it leaves you not knowing how to react now that his little bouts of affection are noticed and starting to be reciprocated. Even during the times where you want to interact more with Jay to understand how you feel, the universe toys with the events in your life and makes sure Jay stands oblivious to the array of relationship questions you ask. The only time you can find him actually talking about his feelings is during your lengthy conversations on call about your purpose in the universe, but nothing when it comes to a possible crush. It was depressing- waiting for him to talk to you and share any sign that he might like you back and coming back empty handed.

After school, your friends drag you to quiet rooms full of books, tables, and sleepless students.

You give Gia a long hard stare from three tables away, and she stifles a laugh at your reaction to the joke she texted just moments ago. You’re about to up and leave this library, if it weren’t for a stressing Doyeun flipping through psychology books, and you settle for spamming Gia’s personal messages with a mix of emojis, some used sarcastically and some unironically. She communicates in the same manner, until a smile blooms across your face, and you turn off your phone. The report in front of you wouldn’t write itself.

When Doyeun finishes her work, she practically pushes the two of you out of the building, and you send a glare across your shoulder as the former laments about how much pain it was to stay in that place. Gia disagrees, and you listen to the two bicker cutely, and pretend to gag when it takes too long for them to shut up.

“You two are gross.” You shuddered. They stop to give you a disapproving look.

“Maybe you should see how lovey-dovey you and Jay are.” Doyeun counters, crossing her arms and bumping into you on the walk back. The car is just a block farther, and you three continue to fall into small talk even when you get to your friend’s backseat.

“You couldn’t be more off if you tried.” You say, rolling your eyes. “I haven’t seen him for the past day and a half.” You huff, sulking in misery.

Gia shrugs and hits you on the back- hard, before she walks over to the other side and opens the car door. “I’m sure his finals are just kicking his ass.” She reassures. You slide into the backseat and put on your seatbelt.

“Or he could be ignoring me.”

Doyeun sighs dramatically. “You’re being such a downer.”

You shrug half-heartedly and look out the window. “Maybe that’s why he’s been hanging out with Jake more. Maybe he already knows I like him.” God, that feeling sucks, and you suddenly find within you the urge to bang your head against the glass. Jay, not returning your feelings? You, ruining the relationship you’ve built up for years? Yeah, let’s take that F on the Human Geography report submitted twenty-four minutes ago.

“I’m sure it’s not like that.” Gia consoles. She checks up on you once the car comes to a stop, and your friend in the passenger seat gives you a hug before they both walk you to the door.

Your phone buzzes, serving as the perfect excuse to not respond to your friend. The man in question, Jay, messages you for your whereabouts, informing you that he has fried chicken and the DVD for a new romance that’s taken the world by storm. You grin at the screen, teasing him about how he cared so much and couldn’t live without you.

For Jay, it was not as funny as it was true, and he sends a middle finger to refute your absolutely outlandish claims.

‘i’m at home did you even check my location’ is what you type out, turning on a few lights and setting your bag down once you reach your family’s abode. A short response lights up your dimmed phone screen, and you reach over to find news about him being over in five minutes.

You open the door to see Jay in his gray sweats and black shirt, but his lopsided smile has your stomach doing somersaults as you invite him inside.

“You’re really going to make me watch ‘From Me, To You?’ I heard it was a cliche.” You complain, resting your elbows on the counter as he removes the plastic bag.

He stares like you’ve got two heads. “A rom-com has many cliches. It’s how it’s developed that makes it good.” Jay says pointedly. You hum unconvincingly, and focus on grabbing plates for the two of you.

When you finally finish preparing the food and sit on the couch to play the film he drapes an arm over your shoulders in an almost habitual way. It makes your heart jump lurch with joy and you bite the inside of your cheek to suppress the small smile.

Almost halfway through the movie, the main characters find themselves in a dilemma that’s fairly similar to yours- the common case of 'do they like me back, or am I interpreting their every move wrong?’ and the way that they both fall in love is almost laughable. It’s also almost laughable that Jay is looking at you when you turn to face him.

“They sure are lucky.” He mumbles. You chuckle, flick his forehead before adjusting your pillow behind you and leaning back. The proximity leaves you breathless.

“Is it because they actually end up together?” You tease, reaching for a handful of popcorn and offering him some in your outstretched palm. He seems to ignore your Skinny Pop offer, paying more attention to the blanket that is half on the floor and half shared between the two of you. The remainder of whatever was on your side meets the ground in a swift motion when you reach your hand out. Jay notices, and leans over to gather the blanket before draping it over your form. He takes his time, tucking in the corners and making sure it’s secure.

“No.” He finally answers your question, plucking a piece from your hand. “It’s because they can sort out their feelings.”

You’re still not over what he just did.

“Feelings? For?”

He stays silent for a moment. “For someone. Just- someone.” You feel almost hurt with his words- almost as if it were a rejection with who he talks about. “Jules and Kor were lucky they fell in love and solved their problems in two hours and 4 timeskips.

“You can’t figure out what to do?” You ask, purely because you know exactly how it feels. He shakes his head for an answer.

“I just don’t know how to feel.” He explains.

“Just tell me who it is.” You offer, despite every bone in your body telling you not to. “We’re friends. It’ll be fine- I’ll help set you up with them.” You tell him anyway.

“It’s you.”

“What is?”

“I like you, dumbass!”

Jay’s answer doesn’t spark anything. Weirdly enough, there aren’t any fireworks that burst in your chest. There’s a warmness- one that spreads from your heart all the way to your toes and your breath is stuck in your throat, eyes widening as the words sink in the air. His confession is rushed, it’s impulsive, and Jay thinks you’re going to kick him out of your house after spewing some weird thing about how he loves you. He expects the ‘we’re just friends’ line to happen any moment.

Instead, he sees you take a breath, providing him a quirk of your lip, and hope blooms in his chest like spring flowers.

“Well, what do we do now?” You ask, breathless from before.

“We could kiss.” He says. Jay thinks it was a terribly stupid thing to say.

“But I don’t know how to kiss.” At that you start laughing at yourself, the tension easing with how humorous the situation comes off as. It started with a movie. A movie with two main characters, a handful of side characters, three letters, and an ending confession to get them together. But you’re here, covered in a fluffy blanket with your one of a kind friend-boyfriend(?) who can’t believe this as much as you.

He can’t find any words to tell you; the thoughts that were starting to form all scrambled by the thudding of his heart.

“So, you like me back.” He declares, almost as if he’s trying to confirm the reality of it all.

“I’ll start hating you if you keep this up.” You tell him instead, running a hand through his hair. “But yes, Jay. I like you back.”

“Hurry the fuck up- we chose the dress two weeks ago!” He yells from below. You pout as you adjust an earring, making sure your socks are hidden from view and putting on your shoes.

You roll your eyes at his stunned look. “You are always so goddamn loud.” You mutter, grabbing the keys.

Jay smiles. “That’s my bad, then.” But you know he doesn’t really mean it. It still makes you grin. “Here- get a jacket, I unfortunately cannot afford you taking mine.” He drapes a black zip-up around your figure, one that’s presumably his.

“What, you don’t want to be romantic? I think you’re being a little..complacent.” You tease, raising an eyebrow instead of going for his hair. He shrugs, avoiding your question as he leads you two outside of your door and into his car.

“I’m cold too, _____.”

“Okay, but what happened to the good old chivalry you promised me?”

“Too cold.” He snips. You audibly groan and pretend to be mad as you turn away.

“Boo hoo. It’ll be too cold when you sleep on the couch tonight.”

You’ve never made him sleep on the couch.

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[stunkers]

Ok more info about the freehoun borrowers au because I’m so normal about it and all the cute boys are always sending me love letters asking me to tell them about my sick and diseased brain ANYWAYS

yeah so like basically Gordon is a borrower who lives in the blackmesa topside dorms specifically Barney’s apartment/dorm. Gordon has never been down in the facility but he knows damn well if he gets caught his ass is gonna get sent down there to run through a rat maze and worse shit!! Gordon ended up in the dorms completely by accident his dumb ass got stuck in someone’s luggage and that’s how he ended up in New Mexico.

And Barney has always kinda known about borrowers, his Mum told him about them when he was a kid and ever since then he’s always just been. Very aware of his living space. Like he notices the things go missing and he starts leaving little chips and stuff out on the counter just so he can see them disappear the next morning and he knows it’s not roaches because the facility and everyone else’s dorms got bugs but no his is so clean and tidy. (It’s because Gordon keeps every single bug he sees as a pet. Or he eated them.) so Gordon won’t get anywhere close to him or let him see him on the off chance that since Barney’s a security guard he might catch him and bring him into black mesa. Ahh!! Also gordon has seen the silly books barney reads he would definitely try and catch a silly weird little critter.

Anyhoo just like real halflife Gordon he is always breaking and smashing shit. Totally not on purpose here it’s just how he is but he smashes a glass while he is fighting off an especially large cock a roach that somehow fucking got in. All those damn chips barney keeps leaving out Gordon can’t eat them all. Roach got hungy. Gordon manages to kill that damn thing but owie he got a big hurtie cut on him! And that roach fucked him up bad! And fuck Barney definitely heard glass ball shatter!! Shit!! So he tries and hides while Barney is cleaning up the glass and a roach that has a sharpened tooth Pick imbedded into it and he sees a trail of blood leaving the scene leading under the couch and there’s a mouse man who is 1 apple tall who is hurt bad and very very scared.

Gordon freaks out and tries to run but he’s got a booboo and can’t get very far before barney corners him and Gordon’s like “oh this is the end I’m gonna get trapped under a cup and dissected” but Barney just gets down to his level and he’s like “hey you got a booboo. I know aid let me help u I’m not gonna hurt you I prommy” Gordon is. VERY reluctant at first but he also can’t take care of these wounds himself and he’s mostly just scared shitless so he agrees and wow barney is so nice and gets him patched up. And Gordon’s like well shit now I can’t stay here I got seen and Barney’s like. Hey you know damn well I ain’t gonna do anything to hurt you. Let’s be roomies it’ll be fun. Gordon agrees and wow they are so close now. Love wins also Gordon rides around in Barney’s shirt pockets btw. Barney started wearing shirts and jackets with breast pockets more specifically for Gordon it’s so awesome. Also the rescas still happen. I have stuff for like plot of HL2 but it’s a lot and this post is already long sory

Sorry I have a terrible brain disease if you read all of this god have mercy your wretched soul I hope you didn’t catch the illness

[prettyboykatsuki]

♡  bakugou headcanons that feel like a warm hug ♡

➳wc ;; 1.2k (oh my god. what is wrong w me.) 

➳ a/n ;; or my bakugou brain-rot that never goes away. thanks for being my comfort character, you fucking gremlin. forgive the silly title. 

♡ always makes little adjustments to the environment for you. he’s observant to a fault so if there’s something even a little off and it happens to bother you, he’s trying to work around it. 

♡ good at playing guitar but not good at reading music. he can throw something together if you give him a chance but he’s not good at trying to recreate someone elses memory. he’s not like.. musically gifted either but he likes how guitar sounds 

♡ thinks about getting a lot of piercings in his ear because he thinks they’d look cool but is kind of too nervous? the idea of a needle going through his skin is a ick. when you start dating, he drags you to his appointments lol - won’t admit it but he thinks he looks so hot when he gets them. takes a bunch of selfies <3 

♡ needs to be moving constantly. can’t sit completely still to save his life. when he listens to music, he moves his head. sometimes he just runs his thumb over his fingers. 

♡ really, really bad at talking. not in the sense he can’t communicate (that too) but he just likes listening in conversation. rarely adds his own thing. but when he does - always accidentally says something super meaningful 

♡ enjoys subtle physical touch because it is literally intimate he melts inside. a hand on his forearm or shoulder. your legs over his lap. small things that show how comfortable you are. 

♡ likes being held cause he’s a big ass baby lmfao 

♡ wont admit it but enjoy when you choose pretty or colorful bandages for his cuts he won’t himself but it’s like keeping you in his pocket wherever he goes.  

♡ really needs you to find him attractive dslksjk it’s not that he ever thinks he’s particularly ugly. but he didn’t really assign importance to his appearance at any point in his life, yet now he puts in a scary amount of effort. readjusts his hair so much more, makes sure his clothes fit good. fixes his fuckin’ face lol 

♡ likes chewing gum a lot and always has a pack on him. really proud of how big he can blow bubbles and will be a little sad if you’re unimpressed. 

♡ is overly sentimental about things you’ve made him - especially if it’s something super dumb. you drew him a silly little sketch of him in a frog hat? it’s in his wallet behind his id. freaks out when he thinks he’s lost his wallet 

♡ LOVES phone calls. yes he still hates talking. but the way his face looks when he listens to your voice. eyes half-lidded, shamelessly smiling - it’s so tender and so lovesick. 

♡ terrible first grader hand-writing. he tries to write them for you in the beginning of your relationship (to be romantic or some shit) but they’re so incomprehensible pls. if he focuses on it - it can be legible but most of the time ... yea no. 

♡ doesn’t favor tea or coffee but prefers tea if he has to drink one. 

♡ crazy good at eyeballing measurement. even in baking. once made a perfectly good bread without weighing anything and doesn’t get why that’s so wild. 

♡ has the phone on his text set to be bigger even though his eyes are fine. 

♡ lets you do the layout thing on his iphone and decorate as you please. says he doesn’t care but when he sees you made it hero themed/fit with his aesthetic - he got so red it was so cute. 

♡ hates shopping in store. will still always go with you because the one time you went alone a store clerk hit on you.  

♡ so practical. he started couponing when he was in his early twenties like an old man. checks the news and weather the night before, every night. never misses doctors appointments. 

♡ shit at any form of visual art. drawing, painting etc - cannot do it to save his life. but he tries. his hands shake when he tries to draw hearts for you 

♡ blows the eyelashes off your cheek super gently whenever he notices. he’ll like.. take your face in his hands and blow so softly like he’s gonna hurt you. 

♡ used to agree to make pinky promises with you as a joke. now though? automatically holds his pink out for you to take it. straight up pouts if you don’t. 

♡ you two have a song and when it comes on, he’ll sing it back to you. any other time? any other song? he wont. but he always sings your song even without realizing, just mouths it. 

♡ enjoys when you put your hands under his shirt and just leave them there and hug him like that. skin to skin contact is elite but only from you. 

♡ hamsters adore this man. they just do. 

♡ draws frowny faces on your eggs with hot-sauce 

♡ soul leaves his body when you play with his hair and scratch his scalp. the tension in his neck literally disappears and he just sighs that shit relaxes him like crazy 

♡ the first time he says i love you, you’re tying his tie for his first hero event. you’re telling him to that the color looks good on him and you’re smiling. it honestly it just slips. he went on to win an award that night. 

♡ his favorite memory of the two of you was when you were trying to leave the grocery store one afternoon. it was raining heavy as shit. you pulled him in under your clear umbrella and just stood there. he doesn’t know why but that means a lot to him. 

♡ cares a lot about his dads approval on his work specifically. him and his dad have a really specifc bond and he actually admires him quite a bit. 

♡ nothing makes him cry like “im proud of you”. especially when it’s for something small. it’s just something he didn’t hear enough in a sincere way. 

♡ likes fruit flavored sweets over chocolate (generally needs something to do w his mouth cause it helps him think. bad oral fixation) so he keeps little candies on him 

♡ shit at video games. terrible at them with the exception of mario kart? for some reason. 

♡ always loses his keys 

♡ stutters every!single!time! he tries to compliment you. it’s been YEARS. 

♡ takes a melatonin gummy before bed and always drinks a glass of water 

♡ buys you flowers and keeps them too. like does the upkeep on it and replaces them if the wilt. suggests pressing them to keep them for longer. 

♡ lowkey cries really easily. he just gets overwhelmed w his feelings some times and it makes him cry even if he doesn’t want too. you and the bakusquad are sworn to secrecy over it though 

♡ wears his ring around his neck on a chain bc it’s easier to show off. 

♡ naturally good at doing hair! 

♡ likes sneakers but wears dr. scholl's because he walks a lot and is on his feet for most of the day w his job. just being careful. 

♡ loves u a lot <3 

[scaramouche-bully]

THAT POST ABOUT OVERSTIM MADE ME REALIZE HOW MUCH I WANT TO DESTROY CHILDE HELP. CAN U WRITE SMTH WHERE HIS S/O USUALLY BOTTOMS BUT WANTS TO TRY TOPPING HIM AND HE JUST KEEPS TRYING TO FLUSTER HER AND TEASE HER AND SHE GETS SO ANNOYED THAT SHE JUST FUCKS HIM STUPID 💕💕

— ☆ Wrecking T*rtaglia headcanons

Includes: Childe

[ Top ] Female reader

Contains: Overstimulation, bratty sub, mind break, sub space, aphrodisiacs, anal gaping, dacryphilia, degradation, size kink, slapping, choking, cock-stepping, humiliation, rough sex, stomach bulge, multiple orgasms, masochism + sadism.

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Xiao, Childe, and Scaramouche 🐏 [ GN ]  

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons - Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe 🐑 [ GN ]

[ masterlist ]

Welcome to the "Bully T*rtaglia" club, we are currently taking applications (u‿ฺu✿ฺ). My original draft was sweet but then my computer crashed and I lost everything. So I'm going to channel all my anger into destroying this man (consensually, I promise the ending is soft.).

— ☆ Childe

When you bring up the idea of you topping him, he doesn't take you seriously but he's open to it. While he thinks it's cute that you want to try new things, he's so much bigger than you, and being on top is actually a lot of work compared to being a pillow princess. Are you sure you can handle it?

One of the big issues that came up during your first times was Childe's competitive nature and how fast his recovery time was. He could have came three times and then suddenly flip you on your back and fuck your brains out instead.

Even when he had the patience to be the sub, he would constantly taunt you and be an insufferable brat. Constantly disrespecting you and trying to fluster you. Always reaching down to finger fuck you even when he was stuffed full.

So the next time you brought him a drink, you decided to add something extra. Sitting patiently as he thanked you and downed the entire cup. It only took a few minutes before he began to squirm in his seat.

Childe's face was slowly growing redder and redder, soft pants breaking through the quiet office, his eyes darting to you before settling on the ground. It was amusing seeing him be so quiet rather than running his mouth off every minute. It's only when you start to walk over him in feign concern does he break out of his haze.

Stumbling over himself as he makes wild hand gestures to stop you but as soon as you round his desk, you see his cock straining against his pants, and the embarrassment flood Childe's face. Trying to laugh it off, you're just so pretty he can't help himself, but he's quickly cut off when you prop yourself up onto his desk and step on his cock.

"W-Wait-" Childe groans as his hips buck into your shoe as he grinds against it. Clutching the hand rests of his chair as he leans his head against your knee, soft keens slipping out as you run your fingers through his matted hair as he humps against you. He makes a confused noise when you suddenly tip his chin up, smile sweetly at him, before he's sprawled on the ground as you slap him.

"When did I say you could touch me?" you shot him a cruel look that sent shudders up his spine but also made his cock throb. Whatever you fed him was slowly making him lose his senses until there was just you, you, you. He whines, still on his back, when you take a seat in his chair and dig your shoe onto his dick, randomly applying pressure here and there, his pre-cum wetting his pants as he yelps at the pain. His hands flying up to lift your foot away but he catches himself as chooses to claw his fingers into the wooden flooring instead as he reaches his peak. It's so empowering seeing the man who used to fuck you stupid, whimper and cry as he cums in his pants just from you stepping on his dick.

"P-Please...ah! mm...wha?" Childe looks down confused to see that even after just orgasming, his cock is still hard. His body is so hot that if he doesn't cum again, he feels like he's going to die. He's tries to lift himself onto his elbows and unbutton his pants before you kick him in the chest and send him back down. He's disorientated from the fall when he feels you sit on his chest, cupping his face in your hands to lift him, before slamming his head down. You're almost ripping his hair out with every yank and slap you abuse him with as he yelps like a dog.

"You filthy whore. Did I say you could cum? You ungrateful brat," you spit out as Childe wails in pain, almost knocking you off when he seizes up and shakes. You don't even need to check to know he came again, "Maybe I should gag you and throw you onto the streets. Let everyone here know how much of a pig you are. Is that it what you want?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" his voice is choked up from his tears as he cries over himself. You almost feel bad but he's basically useless in this state, sniffling over himself as he apologizes over and over again. You softly coo at him as you lean over and kiss him sweetly, taking his arms and placing them on your waist as he grips onto you like a lifeline.

"There there Childe. It's alright now, we're going to teach you how to be a good boy. That's what you want right?" you whisper to him as he nods. You pull yourself up even as he grips onto your clothing to stay with him as you unclasp the buttons of his pants and free his cock. Still red and hard in your hands as if he hadn't already orgasmed twice in the span of a few minutes. He's already so wet with pre-come that you don't even need to find lube to jack him off. Ignoring his moans and screams to stop, he's still sensitive, you take him to the hilt in your mouth. Quickly pinning his hips from jerking upwards and choking you, you're the image of content as you swallow around his cock as Childe throws his head back and sobs as he cums down your throat.

“Pl-please, please, mmn- put it in me, please…” he manages to pant you, his mind melted as his eyes blink in and out of consciousness. His body is still burning hot and he can't escape the feeling of being empty. He wants to be filled with your cock, stuffed fill until he can't live without being fucked by you. You've completely ruined him.

"It seems we still have a long way to go. You really are a disappointment Childe," you sigh as you wipe away the stray cum dripping from your mouth as you reach over and feed it to him. He whines low in the throat at tasteing himself but feeling you touch him in some way is the only thing grounding him before you pull away and stand up, "Go on. Finger yourself open for me."

"W-Wha?"

"Childe. I said. Finger yourself open. I won't repeat myself again."

He quickly nods, not ready to disobey you again, as he lifts himself up to get his pants fully off. He knows what you want and it makes the fire in him burn hotter. Using his own pre-come with shaky hands, he reaches over to hold his legs up for you, and circles around his rim before dipping inside. The embarrassment of holding himself open like this and your watchful gaze almost has him cumming again but he can't. He wants to be good. He does his best to spread himself open at this awkward angle but he soon loses himself. He should feel ashamed for getting off on someone watching him but it makes him finger himself deeper and harder. He's taken out of his pleasurable moment when he feels your hand join his. Taking one hand as you spread his ass to see his loose hole. The pre-cum from his cock slowly leaking down. You're absentmindedly lacing your fingers inside him, before pulling both your hands out as you line your strap on to his rim. He didn't even notice you put it on.

"Did you know I had to fake every orgasm because you were such a sloppy fuck? Perhaps I should show you how to fuck someone properly," is the only warning he gets before you grip his hips until your fingernails draw blood, before slamming into him. He throws his head back and chokes on his screams as his cock shoots cum all over his chest.

"Who said you could come?" you spit out as you grip his cock and squeeze harshly as he screams. The overstimulation is too much, it hurts. He's desperately trying to push you away but whatever strength he built is lost. Only able to lay there and take it. He looks down to see his stomach bulge with every thrust you make, the image of you rearranging his insides sends him flying as he tries to cum again but the death grip you have on him, he just can't. He's full-on sobbing as you continue to abuse his prostate, he's going to break, you're breaking him.

"nO! P-PLEASE! STO-" he begging as you continue to pound into him. You push even further, until your cock fully inside him now, and stay there rubbing right up against his prostate. Watching amused as Childe tries to shudder to the large intrusion, the never-ending pressure on his sensitive spots makes him almost feral. You swear he has hearts in his eyes right now.

"Pleasepleaseplease-"

You pull out slowly, just until the tip is inside him, before gripping his wrists as leverage and ruthless slamming into him. Childe parts his hips in a voiceless cry as you finally break his mind and fuck him dumb. He scrambles against the floor as he tries to find anything to ground him, trying to fuck himself back on your cock as he drools all over the floor. His vision leaves him as all his senses focused on the harsh drag of your cock in him, the wet slapping noise that fills the room, and the tears that slip from his eyes down to the floor. His cock throbs with each thrust you force into his body, thighs jerking, as his tongue lolls out.

"Oh!--mh, m-more!" Childe babbles deliriously, he's being reduced to nothing but a warm hole for you to fill whenever you feel like it. Reduced from a harbinger to a whore for you to use. He feels the breath get punched out of his lungs as his abdomen stretches and burns. His hole clenching around your dick that you have to forcefully yank him down to stuff him, "Hahh, you're tearing me o-open."

"You disgusting whore. Can you feel it?" you mock as you take one hand to spread his ass apart, you see his hole is red and puffy, pre-cum from his semi-hard cock leaking down where you're both connected. He shudders that you've fucked him so bad that his hole is gaping. It's when you reach over and clasp both of your hands around his neck and squeeze that he comes crashing down. Wheezing at the lack of oxygen that makes him see white, he feels so warm and content, mind filled with bliss, as he cums. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into him as his cock finally softens as he relaxes and drifts off into space before slowly losing consciousness.

--- You slowly blink awake to soft kisses being placed on your neck, Childe's lazy form cuddled up to you as you stroke his hair. He's always so clingy the morning after. "Are you feeling alright? I was a bit mean wasn't I?" you ask a bit embarrassed as memories of last night flood your mind. You know you both agreed on what your limits were but you couldn't help but feel a bit worried you may have pushed him too far. Childe props himself on his elbow to smile dumbly at you, you were perfect.

"It was alright I suppose," he chuckles when you lightly punch him in the chest, "I didn't think you would try and drug me like that. You know I could get you arrested for that. " "Ha! Good luck finding someone that will fulfill your perverted fantasies. Besides you're the one that wanted to experiment with them and don't phrase it like that either," you shake your head at him before leaning up to kiss him. When you pull away you take notice of all the bruises and marks you left on him. There's a small part of you that purrs at the claim you made but you quickly shoo it away. It's too early for that. If your back is hurting you have no idea how Childe is faring. "Here, let me get you some water and let me see your head," you offer, pulling yourself up before Childe's arm wraps around you and pulls you down to lay beside him. Placing his weight on top of you so you can't squirm away, even as you swat at his back he smothers you until you give up.

"Stay with me."

"Hah...alright. Just for a bit."

[erenisms]

adore u | todoroki shoto

you’re courting todoroki but he wasn’t taking you seriously. Until today.

pairing: shoto x reader

genre: random fluff bc i was bored

warning/s: none

requests are open again :)

Three months. It’s been three months of you trying to score a date with Shoto and your patience is running out. And yet somehow, every time you promise to yourself that you’re going to give up on him, he manages to capture your heart once again simply by just looking softly in your general direction.

Curse me!

You went to the same middle school together and even shared the same classes. However, you were never friends, but you’re the closest he’s had to that. At least before class 1-A, especially Midoriya, got into him. You wouldn’t say you’re disappointed that you weren’t the one who made him feel comfortable around others. In fact, you’re ecstatic that he did because maybe there’s an even bigger chance for you because you’re the only one he used to talk to like a decent human being before.

Alas, you still never progressed.

“Shoto, let’s go out after school!”

“Sorry, I have something to do.”

“Hey, are you free this weekend?”

“I don’t think so, my sister wants me to accompany her on an errand.”

“Do you want to train together?”

“Unfortunately, your quirk is not ideal with mine.”

At least, he still talks to you politely and softly. You can brag about how you can come at him anytime and he’ll listen to your nonsense blabbers without interrupting you at all. You call that a privilege. You also had his number before anyone else in the class did!

What a shame, I'm stuck.

You walk beside Neito after you convinced him to go home together with you because you haven’t spend time with him for a while. He blames it on you for being in class 1A but you know he’s not holding it against you because he always, always, wants you to beat 1A’s ass and show them what you’re made of.

“Damn, well, maybe we’re just out of each other’s league.” You sigh, arms placed behind your head as you walk.

Neito also knows about your dumb predicament with Shoto Todoroki and you’re long overdue pining after the male.

“I totally agree. This is the longest idiocy you’ve done and still doing, you should get your brain checked some time.”

“Dude, you’re as supportive as ever.” You roll you eyes. “Do you think–”

“[Name].” A very familiar voice calls out from behind, cutting you off.

You and the blonde simultaneously look back. You can clearly hear your friend’s groan of annoyance from beside you.

“Shoto?” You’re surprised to see Shoto approach you at this time of the day on his own will. “What’s up, do you need something?”

“Does your offer to go out this weekend still stands?”

“Huh?” You can only stare quizzically at the pretty male.

Before he can repeat what he said, your blonde companion vocalizes hi disdain first.

“Ugh, disgusting. Go with your fellow 1A worm, [Name]. And take three showers once you get home to cleanse the 1A germs away.” Neito grimaces and leaves you behind with Shoto, clearly wanting to widen his distance from you and your classmate.

“You’re so dramatic!” You scream at he blonde’s disappearing figure and he just flips you off without looking back.

“Dumbass.” You curse under your breath and Shoto looks concerned at your flushed face in annoyance.

“Are you okay?” He asks and you only wave him off.

“Yeah, totally, man. But I’m curious, what’s with the sudden change of mind?” You question, genuinely perplexed.

“I wanted to spend time with you. My schedule is finally free.” The bi-colored male admits and you eyebrows rose in surprise. “Who was he?”

“Eh?” You look at him in confusion before he gestured to Neito’s direction. “Oh! That’s Monoma. Sorry if he’s rude. He’s also in the hero course from 1B, and he’s got something against all 1A students so don’t mind him.”

“He seems close with you though.”

“He is!” You proudly confirm. “He just won’t admit it, but I know he likes me. That idiot, he pretends to despise everything.“

Shoto looks deep in thought and you momentarily wonder what’s wrong.

“Do you like him, too?” He inquires before you can ask him if he’s alright.

“What?” You’re taken aback for a second but manages to reply properly. “Yeah, of course I do! He’s nice, just often in denial. Why do you– wait.”

Your eyes twinkle in assumption.

“Are you jealous?” You coo. Finally!

“…No.” His heterochromatic eyes dart away from yours.

You hum mischievously, showing how you did not believe him at all. You stood in front of him, hands behind your back and shoot him a grin.

“Don’t worry, Shoto, Neito’s my cousin.” You reveal, giving him a wave before cheerfully skipping away. “See you on Saturday!”

- love, zari

[angelofbloodlust]

Bunny (Billy Loomis x Reader)

A/N: Long time, no see, y’all 😳 sorry for my disappearance, I’ve been going through quite a lot but I’m happy to be back! I apologize if this story isn’t the best, it’s been a long time since I’ve written something like this and I’m still trying to get back in my groove- but if this ends up being well-received I’d be happy to try writing a part 2! <3 hope u guys enjoy!!

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Your eyes scan over the backyard of the tan house sat in front of you once more, zoning in heavily on the blackened windows as your boots take hesitant steps forward towards the home of your fellow peer that you’ve been watching for weeks now. Shallow breaths escape you as your chest begins to pound, a flurry of both panicked and thrilled emotions swarming your stomach as your hand tightens on the butcher knife in your hold.

You were finally about to experience your first kill, after taking so many precautions and endless planning. You figured now would be the perfect time with the other murders that has had Woodsboro in chaos, the police department has already got themselves absorbed in solving the murders of Casey and Steve, if you manage to get through this unscathed you could easily let the other nutjob take the blame and get to work on your next plan.

But, that’s easier said than done.

You suck in a breath through your nostrils as you cautiously approach the cracked window ahead of you, the one you’ve witnessed be pushed open by the student’s mother each night before bed, just like clockwork. Though of course, you ensured that neither of her parents would be home that night, and you were glad they were dumb enough to trust their daughter enough to be able to defend herself with a psychopath on the loose.

Your teeth remain clenched as you slowly lift yourself up and climb through the window after pushing it open, being careful to not let your costume get caught and allowing your jaw to relax once you step from the marble of the countertops down to the wooden plank flooring below. Anxiousness to get upstairs and cut the girl’s head off stabs at you as your eyes find the stairs from your view out of the kitchen, though you force yourself to keep your pace as you take light steps on your path towards your goal, and feel relief at the fact none of the floorboards have creaked so far. Annoyance swiftly follows after as you notice the stairs aren’t carpeted, internally grumbling a couple curses while readying yourself to have to take your backup plan in case you accidentally make a noise and wake the girl up.

You make your way up slowly, begging in your mind for each step not to creak, and as you’ve made walked up all but 2 steps, you can’t help but feel a smug grin curl over your lips underneath your mask as you relish in the fact that everything’s gone so smoothly.

And immediately you regret that thought, once you and the short brunette standing in front of the bathroom door both freeze up in shock from the sight of the other.

“Shit, you’re not supposed to be awake!” You groan out, scowling at yourself once you process that you accidentally said that out loud.

Your body tenses as your words seem to have triggered the girl out of her state of shock, a blood-curling wail slipping from her lips at the sight of the knife in your hand before she runs to attempt scampering back into her bedroom to hide from you, sobs and screams pouring from her as you growl under your breath while bolting up the last couple steps and over the carpet towards her.

“Stop yelling!” You whine in panic from her loudness, before narrowing your eyes at your sudden idiocy with the situation. Why the fuck would she listen to you?!

A frustrated huff leaves you as she manages to slam the door on you, leaving you to violently push and slam on the now locked door while spilling out any indecent word your brain can think of in the moment. How could this have gone any worse? Your plan was all for nothing now!

Anxiety twirls in your gut as you look between the door and the stairs, having to make a quick decision as you’re sure the cops have been called by now and won’t take long to arrive. You exhale out, before making the final call to abandon the plan and speed back down the stairs, hopping over anything in your way as you head into the kitchen and back out the window.

Brief relief hits you as the soles of your shoes meet the grass again, taking a swift glance behind you while running for the patch of woods ahead of you. Your exhale out is interrupted as you suddenly collide into something, which you thought was a tree for a split second until the object ahead of you slips out a grunt once they stumble back slightly.

You look back forward in surprise, shock waving you as your vision is taken up by the same white and black mask morphed into a scream that you previously slipped on after making the discovery the other killer had worn it. A squeak leaves your lips as the man in front of you takes a rough grip on your upper arms, shifting around to face your towards the woods and push you forward as he gives a huff out.

“Go, I’m not gonna let you get us caught.” He hisses out, balling the back of your costume into his fist to ensure you keep moving as he leads you further way from the house while you struggle to wrap your head around what’s happening.

“H-How did you know I was-”

“We were in the area prepping, and we could hear that bitch’s scream from a mile away.” He huffs in response.

“Oh..” You mumble, embarrassment now filling your cheeks as he continues to guide you like you’re a disobedient child, wanting to pull from his grip but feeling unsure of how he might react. “...Did you say we?” You question suddenly as you shift your head to look back to him.

“Yes. No more questions, I think I have a right to be the one questioning you instead. Who the fuck are you?” He asks in a strict tone, and despite his mask covering his expression, you could somehow feel the rage radiating off of him at your presence.

You narrow your hidden eyes, “Why would I tell you that?? I don’t even know who you are!”

“I said no more questions.”

“I think it’s a pretty reasonable one if you’re gonna only ask questions I don’t wanna answer!”

“Fine, if that’s how you want to be then we can both remain anonymous. How about this, instead?” He hums, “Did you even kill her? I don’t see any blood on you.”

“..No.. She locked the door on me before I could grab her, I wanted to kill her in her sleep but she was awake once I got inside.” You admit in a sheepish mumble.

He scoffs, “A door stopped you?” You scowl as he chuckles in amusement at your actions. “I suppose that’s reasonable, you are pretty small. Wouldn’t expect you to be able to be able to break it down.” He teases, causing you to grumble out as you wiggle from his grip and turn to face him.

“Hey, it was my first time, and I was panicking! Take it easy on me.” You demand with a pout.

He crosses his arms as he looks down to you, “Tsk, you tried to do it all on your own? No wonder you failed.”

“I spent months planning it, I thought I would’ve done well..” Your voice cracks through your sentence, leaving you to attempt sighing away your urge to cry while you turn back to keep walking, your eyes sticking down to watch your steps while the man with you gives an exhale as he follows at your side.

“Alright, alright, I’ll quit being so harsh. But it takes someone naturally skilled to be able to do it on their own, you know? You think you have everything you need, but even the littlest thing that doesn’t go to plan can fuck it all up. Maybe for you, you just need a bit of teaching to make sure you’re ready for anything.” He shrugs.

“Are you.. offering to help me?” You question gently through the mix of shock and confusion in your chest as to why this stranger is willing to take you under his wing, tilting your head slightly up to him.

“Maybe. But you need to prove that you’re serious about this.”

You begin to question him on how you can prove it, before stopping at the beginning of your sentence once the two of you cross through the patch of woods and up to a parked car on the lone street in front of you. An unsure sensation fills your gut as he makes you stay back while he walks over to the driver’s side window, and you begin to question to yourself if this might really be a safe decision to go with the psychopaths that you were about to frame.. But at the same time, this might be your real chance to be able to finally learn the proper ways of murder.

Soon enough, he walks back over to you and gestures to your mask. “To go any further with this, I need to see your face if you’re going to see ours. It’s only fair.” He requests you in a calm tone, and you hesitate as you frown as you pick up sudden worried thoughts. What if he just wanted to be able to rat you out and let you take blame for everything?

“Hey, you know you haven’t really proved your loyalty to me, either.. What if-”

You freeze as his hand reaches up for his own mask, watching him pull it off to reveal his cold, yet neutral expression as the guy you recognize to be Billy Loomis from your school stands in front of you. Your face reddens at the sight, you know him enough about him to have a thorough crush on him, though you suppose you didn’t know him quite enough to have realized that part of the reason you had been so drawn to him was the fact you were more alike than you had known.

“I’m risking everything for this. Do you know how much this could fuck up everything with us letting you in?” He sighs, and you watch as his lips form in a displeased pout. “The last thing I want is you getting caught doing this dumb shit, and if you’re going to steal our costume you at least need to not act like a moron while you’re in it.” He huffs with narrowed eyes.

“God- fuck, whatever. If you guys end up killing me, I have nothing to lose.” You grumble as you pull off your mask, holding your own pout while he takes up a smirk while looking you over.

“Just as cute as I expected you to be, bunny.” He purrs out in a playful tone, which causes you to give him a questioning expression through your heated cheeks at the nickname.

“Bunny?”

“You’re small, cute and quick. Like a bunny.” He grins.

“I will actually deck you if you call me that again.” You hiss out while he starts to lead you towards the car.

“No, you won’t. I could tell you liked it.” He chimes in a proud tone, laughing out once you reach to smack his arm with your face on fire.

“Shut your mouth, Loomis! You’re so annoying!” You whine as your voice pitches up with your embarrassment.

“Get your ass in the car, Y/N.” He snorts out as he nudges you towards the backseat.

“..You know my name?”

“You’re in my Physics class. I recognize you.” He chuckles gently, flashing you a brief smile before slipping into the passenger’s seat.

“Oh.” You hum, feeling content as you feel joy at the fact that he recognizes you, holding your own smile as you get into the back of the car before pausing once Stu Macher shoots you a grin from the driver’s seat.

“Hey, Y/N! Billy says you wanna join us, that true?” He asks through his classic happy tone, starting up the car while you manage to get yourself to nod as you confirm to yourself that the man you had only ever expected to be the class clown to be Billy’s partner in crime, though you weren’t entirely sure why you were caught off guard with the insane amount of loyalty Stu’s always shown to Billy over the years you’ve watched them be friends.

“Yeah.. Uh, sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see you. Didn’t think you were this kinda guy.” You snicker.

He gives an unbothered shrug, “Well, people always have their secrets, don’t they?” He chuckles, causing you to quirk an eyebrow once he flashes a grin over to Billy and laughing out once he smacks his shoulder in a manner to tell him to shut up. Stu smiles back at you again through the rear-view mirror, “It’s nice to have ya join us, though. I’m sure it’ll be real fun for the three of us.” He purrs, and you can’t help but get an unsettling feeling from the tinge of malice in his smirk, which you couldn’t tell if it was meant to be towards you.

You could only hope not.

[sailorhyunjinz]

I always wonder how skz would react to an s/o with a LARGE SEX DRIVE SHSBDBS idk like guys r usually super horny but imagine if u were hornier than them HAHA

BRRRAH QUICK REACTION POST!

warnings: mostly dom!skz x gn!reader. impact play, nicknames, hickies, masturbation, exhibitionism, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, sex toys, daddy kink, riding, degradation, dumbification. 

Bangchan: 

The thing is not that he wouldn’t like it,,, more like he would be tired?

Sure,,, he has good stamina but he would more prefer longer sex sessions that are more intimate and romantic rather than a bunch of quickies.

but thats like... 95% of the time, the remaining 5% is dicking you down so hard you won’t be able to walk because “you asked for it, you dumb fuck”

BUT THATS RARE

you would really have to get him worked up in order for that to work

and even then he would only go for maybe 2 rounds

“c-chan... one more time~” you said after cumming for the third time that night. “y/n, arent you sleepy?” he says, chuckling. you shake your head, “just one more time!” you say all giddy to which bangchan sighed. 

Minho:

ok now hear me out, im not gonna mix astrology in here,,, but i am going to mix astrology in here lmao

this boy a scorpio

a scorpio

meaning his intimate parts rule over his body (JUST SAYING TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT)

so he loves this. A LOT

any opportunity to be inside of you he’ll take

he’s hella horny and would like a s/o that matches that aura so HEY! fits perfectly (thats what she said)

show any sign of a sexual act and he wont hesitate to slam you against a table

legit as small as licking a lollipop 

“stop that unless you want my dick in your throat” he says, not even looking up from his phone as the sounds of you sucking a lollipop fills the room. you don’t stop, no, you go even harder. he looks up from his phone. “is that a yes?”

Changbin:

ahh... binnie binnie is head over heals for this

he finds it extremely hot that you initiate the sex most of the time

it shows that you really want him 

and he likes attention and feeling appreciated so this works

also has kind of a firey attitude

meaning that he gets worked up real quick

just like minho it doesnt take much for him to notice your sexual signs

“binnie~ i need you” you whisper in his ear as he’s working on something on his computer. you drag your lips across his neck and nibble on his ear before he turns around and glares at you with dark eyes. “princess/prince wanna play that game huh?”

Hyunjin:

shy to initiate so this makes it easier for him 

his stamina is relativly high

but i feel like there would be kiiind of a gap between the two of you since he’d be completely exhausted after a couple of rounds but you beg for more.

leaving him with no other choice but to give it to you

since he loves you too much to say no ><

i feel like he’d make fun of you for it 

LMAO I DONT KNOW WHY BUT JUST HE’D FIND IT FUNNY THAT YOU’RE ALWAYS SO DESPERATE

“hyunjin,, please!” you says in the nicest tone you could muster but only being mocked by hyunjin copying you in an annoying voice

“HyUnJiiinNn~” you burst into laughter, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. “thats what you sound like y/n!!”

but nah most of the time he will take it but always with some playfulness first. 

Jisung:

HORNY TEENAGER JISUNG AGENDA

all the time

no matter where or when

some of yall are about to be real mad at me but it must be said HASHAHAH STOP CHER STOP

he just gives me this hormonal teenager vibe

and so there’s a lot of fucking in a lot of unconventional places

simply because his angel wants it

it even borders to him being even hornier than you but you find joy in that

you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve caught him watching porn or masturbating BECAUSE IT HAPPENED OFTEN

and everytime it would lead to heated sex that could last for hours

“h-help me y/n! dont just stand there s-staring” he says, blushing a bit as he openly strokes his dick infront of you. you shrug your shoulders, closing the bedroom door and inching closer to the warm boy.

Felix:

tough one to read... hmmm.... 

honestly he wouldn’t mind

sure he’d be tired 

and therefore he’d rather prefer seeing you ride a dildo or something

because then you’re satisfied and he doesnt have to do much

NOT THAT HE’S LAZY

just that he likes to cuddle and chill more than being inside of you all the time

he’s sensitive which has its pros and cons

pro: easy to get horny

con: easily overstimulated

WHICH SURE you’d find it fun to torture him by keeping him cumming over and over again

but poor boy would be crying in the end

which only added to your horniness OOP

“y/n,, s-stop please im begging you,, ahhgh..” he moans from underneath you, you putting him through his fourth orgasm which is causing him to shake and cry as you didn’t stop riding him. “mhm... but I wanna cum once more, not fair... you can cum so many times but I can’t! be a good boy and shut up, maybe i’ll let you go after this round”

Seungmin:

giving me that same energy that chan has

but this time instead of 95:5 its more like 65:35

meaning 65% romantic puppy that wants to take his time with you, roaming his hands all over your body and really connecting with you

and the other 35% well... more like relentless pounding, all covered in love bites and hand prints (im drooling)

he becomes all hard dom when he’s stressed and soo...

you get him stressed which ok you feel bad about but... he gets to release all his stress (and cum) on you and you get what you want 

DING DING DING! win-win situation!!

so yeah he would like it most of the time especially when you’re stressed and especially when you’re a brat

turning him on by rubbing on his lap but running away the next second

he likes to make you obey rather than you already obeying. 

he was watching tv peacefully when you suddenly plopped down on his lap, starting to squirm about when watching a tv show. he held you down by the waist. “shh stop” he says once with a bitter tone but you didn’t listen, only continuing to move and feeling his member getting harder. “Is d-daddy getting hard?” you coo at him with a mischievous voice to which seungmin sighed, his hands snaking around your upper body and wrapping around your neck, pushing your back against his chest. “little fucker wanna play with daddy”

oml why did this become so aggressive i have a lot of pent up sexual frustration ASHASHS

Jeongin: 

he’d find it really hot in the beginning

but what he didn’t realise was how tiring sex is 

yk teenagers! learning as they go (i like how im talking about this as if im older than him LMAO)

catch his search history being: “is it normal to have sex everyday” 

he’d be sore :(( 

and when he told you that he probably needed to just cuddle he felt bad because he always wanted to please you

but the two of you would find your ways around it

vibrators EHHEHE

especially those remote control ones

he’d just go ham with those I KNOW IT

because just like felix, you’d be satisfied and he could chill for the time being 

beg pretty enough and he’ll give you the real thing

“b-but i need you now jeongin! stop with that fucking controller!!” you try to snatch it out of his hand but fail. “say please” he says, looking at you with sweet brown eyes. “pl-pleaseeee~!” he melts into a puddle of blushes as he speaks “alright but only because you’re a good one” 

HEY THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN WRITING!! send in sum more, i’ll make them into short reactions like these because my requests for the “official” reactions is closed (will probably open shortly) but YEEEAH 

thank u anon for your very very smart brain and for requesting HEH >< 

also this is not proof read so ignore any mistakes OOP

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

bakugou thoughts pt 2001847471 :)))

- if u go to the park, and somebody is like, walking their dog n the animal barks at y’all??? bakugou is barking back. mans full on squares up, n barks at the dog until it backs off

- he rarely gets into shows/series, but when he finds one he likes, he’ll only watch the first few episodes and then make u watch the rest with him. he’ll always say sum “if i dont watch with you, then i gotta make extra time for your needy ass. ‘m prioritizing my fuckin’ time. it doesn’t mean anything, shut up.” ...... he’s lying. it does mean something. it means he wants to share the things he likes with u

- pls he’s so smart, and generally pretty aware, but sometimes he’ll just do something so duMb. like, u kno that thing that happens sometimes with hair?? like, when it sticks to ur fingers and no matter what u do, u can’t get it off?? bakugou is literally breaking his wrist a foot away from u, shaking his hand back and forth and cursing soooo loudly. u just gotta go up to him and gently remove the hair from him like “oh honey- no.”

- peanut gallery comments. lots of them. mans will sit fully dead silent, not talking for the whOle day, but the second u do something embarrassing?? like trip??? suddenly he has a LOT to say ..... smh men

- animals just always like him. its absolutely unexplainable bc he’s so loud n moves super suddenly,,, but the amount of street animals that follow him home is ridiculous. srsly. sometkmes he even has other people’s pets trying to follow him home

- respects absolutely no one n that somehow strangely makes him the most respectful u’ve ever seen??? like- he hates everyone the exact same so u won’t ever catch bakugou in an act of discrimmination

- he can’t draw at all but if u asked him to draw something, it’ll be the same skull every single time. it’s a good skull, but it’s soooo obvious he learned how to draw it from a tutorial in the midst of his emo phase

- will fully make fun of others for baby-talking around their s/o, n then just fully go home n look at you like “tired.” “hungry.” “kiss.”...... like okay baby man, maybe try putting a full sentence together before u start trying to run your mouth. hypocrite.

- probably sleeps like the dead. contrary to popular belief, i absolutely do not believe he’s up at every single noise. man’s could sleep thru an explosion, im sure of it. that being said tho, it’s probably actually hard for him to turn his brain off n fall asleep. he prob goes to bed so “early” bc he has to wind down for a good hr or two until he’s ready to actually sleep

- he’s got a vendetta against salespeople. like, if his phone rings with some bullshit about a product? if somebody, god forbid, tries to walk up to your door? fully frothing at the mouth annoyed. will chew out any employee who’s too underpaid not to listen to him

- eats like an absolute animal. no rlly, its bad. holds his spoon with a fist and digs at his meal like its the gold rush. the worst table manners you’ve ever seen rlly

- he gets sorts antsy if he sits for too long, so he’s always off doing random shit. like, u’ll look out the window n he’s just like, raking the .3 leaves from ur driveway, probably trying to guess where the wind will be so they wont blow back

- ik this with my heart and soul okay,,, bakugou has never had a conversation with u that wasnt from exactly .2 meters away. like,, if he’s comfortable, then he’s just close all the time. like he’s waving his hands around and yelling and you just have to take his face in ur hands and go “im literally right here. ily but pls tone it down for the sake of my hearing.”

- very much guard dog behavior when y’all go out. absolutely will not leave ur side for even a second, like, at a bar or during a concert. even if u go to the bathroom he’s like, leaning against the wall and waiting right outside the door

- gets absolutely bitchy about your phone blowing up while you’re hanging out. its not that he’s suspicious that ur, like, cheating on him, it’s just that he doesnt understand why u’d even leave ur phone on in the first place since he always has his turned off when ur around. if he gets annoyed enough he’ll fully take the phone out of ur hands, say sum “yeah, you don’t fuckin’ need this anymore. you’re done with this.” n toss it across the room while he kisses u senseless

- tbh his ultimate love language is 100% playfighting. v much would go heart eyes if u even seemed like u might try n wrestle him. obvi u dont win, but his favorite is how u laugh while he pins ur hands above ur head

- he sneers at other angry people. will fully, fully sit there like “jesus christ, they need to calm the hell down. annoying as shit- fuckin’ loud too.” ....... -i. who’s gonna tell him

- silent conversations with ur eyes. no rlly. if y’all are with friends and somebody says something questionable, bakugou is immeadiately turning to u, eyes hardly even shifting but u just know he’s hurling insults in his head

- he doesnt realize his own strength sometimes. like- he knows he’s strong, but if u ever open a door n ur like “woah, careful, this is heavier than it looks” bakugou is .2 steps behind u practically ripping the damn thing off it’s hinges. he’ll look at it, huffing like he doesn’f even understand the issue

- he rlly likes when u call him by his name. pet names are fine, but he srsly is super soft for the simple stuff. like when u look over at him, all excited, smile wide like “hey katsuki, u gotta see this! c’mere!”

- his road rage is severe. no rlly. bakugou drives like every day is a race n he’s one win away from going formula one. you’re pretty sure that the only reason he passed his license test is bc the instuctor was too terrified to tell him no

- bakugou probably does that thing where if you’re sitting on the counter top, watching him cook, he’ll stand between ur legs. hands on ur thighs or resting on ur hips while you tell him about your day

- can’t explain this one, but he doesnt kill spiders. he takes them outside. says sum “they eat ticks, idiot. what- you actually want a fuckin’ blood disease? Hah? ‘m not gonna kill it. motherfucker’s gotta earn his keep before dyin’ just like the rest of us.” while he v gently picks the spider up into his hand and walks it outside

- ik that his one cheat food is sugary cereal. like, he’s a health freak, but the one thing he can’t help but make a concession for is sugary cereal on the weekends

- he’ll sometimes get in this over-stimulated mood where everything pisses him off, n the only thing u can do is leave him alone. u learn this quick bc his anger doesn’t discrimminate and if u push him even after he tells u what’s up?? pls bakugou will lash tf out. at u. like, ik y’all like to write it but that whole “it’s okay- it’s just me. just look at me.” thing does not work with him,,, u literally gonna get merc’d if u try

- he’s probably a guy who’s gonna be super big on passing touches. like he drops his hand on ur head when he passes, or bumps his shoulder into urs when he laughs. no footsies tho. too sappy even for him- pls if u tried to initate that he’d crush ur toes under the table aHAHAHA

- feeds every street cat he comes across. is probably super fond of the ones with a bunch of scratches/scars on them. he’d die if u knew, but one time u caught him feeding a scratched up calico n going “bet u beat his stupid ass, right? that’s my girl. we always win, huh?”

—/—

surprise suprise,, my brain rlly never shuts the hell up about this man

[morgana-ren]

SUBMISSION: How about a nasty sweaty incel shiggy waiting everyday for his dad to go to work so that he could have his relief with stepmom? 

Excellent submission! Love that. Love that a lot! I find it only fair to warn you, however, that I won’t be doing mommy kink for it. Mommy kink is one of my squicks, and one of the very, very few I have. I’ll do the closest thing to it though: Daddy kink. Also I find the irony of him making his little stepmom call him daddy to be absolutely hilarious.

Also this one is a great concept and I love it but it’s going to have to be a multi-parter cause it got a little bit long. Lemme know if you like the concept and I’ll continue it. Also this posted under anonymous for some reason so cheers to tumblr and its endless fucking glitches that it never fixes or seems to make any better.

Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, sexism, really gross incel behavior, nsfl things, masturbation, violent sexual fantasies, nefarious planning, horrible suggestions from even more horrible friends, absolute LOATHING of family, and entitled bastard.

There is only one thing on this planet that Tomura hates more than his father.

Only one thing can even compare to the level of abject disgust he has for his dad. Everything about the man is abhorrent and degenerate, only tolerated because Tomura is, admittedly, a NEET, and had no where else to go after graduation. But if anything- anything- could hold a candle, it would be his taste in women.

All women are trashy on some level, but his dad really manages to find ones that pretend so hard that they aren’t. Vipers behind the veneer of smiling faces clad in red lipstick and smart skirts. Always “kind”, always “thoughtful”, and always fleeting. Fickle, stupid bimbos charmed by his dads surface level charisma to quickly realize just how shallow the pool became.

Even his own mom was like that: She fucked off once she realized staying with him meant staying with his dad, and that was a sacrifice she wasn’t willing to make. So she left him to rot in this cesspit with his worthless father and no other way out.

He figures he can’t hold it against her, not as much as he’d like. A few weeks with his shriveled up paternal figure and most women quickly figure out they can do so much better. It’s in their nature to seek out the best, and that certainly isn’t Kotaro; A bumbling idiot with nothing to offer on the best of days. They don’t know any better, so they never last long after being brought home to meet his son, and those are the ones that even make it that far.

So when he starts yammering on about meeting yet another skank and how ‘in love’ he already is, Tomura’s eyes roll so far back in his head that he swears his retinas will detach. He makes a point to be around as little as possible, but somehow still manages to catch an earful about his latest fling and how excited he is for Tomura to meet her.

Great.

True to his word, Kotaro brings you home one evening, eager to impress his son with his latest catch.

His father had a lot of nerve dragging him from his room to meet you- his latest glorified slut. Adding insult to injury, you had the unmitigated gall to talk down to him like you were an adult and he wasn’t. Even though you had to crane your neck to look up and greet him, you still talked at him like he was some child. So different from you even though you were so much smaller than he was- barely even a few years older than he is, if even that. 

So polite, introducing yourself and gently shaking his reluctant hand, making a point to smile at him and telling him how happy were to finally meet him and that you’d heard so much about him. Your hands were so soft, so little in comparison to his own. He dwarfs his pathetic father, practically towers over you, yet you still talk to him like you’re the adult in the equation.

So young, so pretty, though. Far better than anything his father had a right to pull. They weren’t exactly swimming in cash, the house was nothing in particular to gloat about, and he’d done enough eavesdropping around late at night to know his father suffered a particular… ailment, so it certainly wasn’t sexual satisfaction keeping you around. What was it then? 

Probably nothing. You’d probably run off in a few weeks like they all do.

Kotaro is a worthless sack of drooping skin and aging bones; A ghost of a man not worthy of the phantoms he’s seen pass in his years. No longer the dominant male even in his own home: not with a stronger, more virile son coming into his prime under the roof as well. A beta male at best, withering away while his own son eclipses him in strength and intellect and physique. Tomura is in his mid twenties and blooming- His father… who even knows. He doesn’t care- he doesn’t bother to keep track. 

So, maybe you really are just a dumb little whore. It would make sense. Father dearest always had been a dirty old man; A raging pervert with wandering hands and lingering eyes. Always sets his predatory sights on some cute thing too good for him. 

Then again, the poisoned apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, now does it?

You’re cute enough you could have gotten some alpha at your beck and call, yet you’ve attached yourself to his worthless father who, in turn, parades you around like his most beloved trophy. Taking you to dinners he can’t afford despite your ‘insistence’ that you be allowed to pay, buying you things you claim you don’t need. Oh, how the moron dotes on his whores as if it’s enough to keep them anchored to him.

Strangely though, you don’t run off.

If anything, you sink your claws in even further, getting more and more comfortable and showing up more and more. Every time Tomura leaves his fucking room- which isn’t often- you’re there around the corner, smiling dumb and pretty and greeting him politely.

Fuck, he hates you. Hates your stupid voice, your shitty dresses, hates hearing his father happy for once.

It’s no surprise- but unwelcome no less- that he’d move you in sooner rather than later. Terrified to let you out of his sight for even a second lest you come to what little senses you have in your tiny brain and dump him. Of course, he’s quick to take on all of your burdens as his own, even if it means working overtime to support you. He’s always wanted another little housewife, and now he’s so close.

Tomura listens in on the whole conversation feeling sick to his gut.

You beg him not to- offering to pay your own way just like a good girl, but of course his dumbass dad will hear none of it. He’s more than happy to spend a couple of extra hours at work. His dad is so idiotic, so fucking blind. He’s playing right into it. He’s willing to be your workhorse if it means keeping you all to himself.

He’ll hear none of it. None of the fussing or the questions. You’re welcome in his home, he wants you there. It’s no imposition at all, he knows the house will be better with you around.

Except he forgets one crucial detail-

The son he leaves home alone with you every single day when he leaves. 

You’re nothing but a nuisance, something infringing on his private space. The time he used to get home alone to spend to his own devices is now split with you flittering around the house doing whatever it is bimbos like you do. Cleaning, cooking, pretending to read, whatever. He doesn’t have to see you if he doesn’t want, sure, but he still knows you’re there and that’s more than enough to annoy him.

It’s almost like you catch on to his animosity after a while. The way he won’t greet you back, the way he utterly ignores your existence. It bugs you, and as far as he’s concerned, good.

You try to slip him up, try to get close to him and make him like you. You always set a place for him at the table even after Kotaro repeatedly insists- truthfully- that he’ll never join for dinner. Even then, you always bring the plate to his door. He never bothers to answer- not after the first few times when he only opened it a sliver to see your stupid smiling face. After that, he didn’t bother answering. He’ll eat it of course- won’t pass up free food he doesn’t have to leave his room for- and then leave the dirty dish back outside where you left it. You brought it, after all. You can clean it up. 

All your efforts only get you mocked, and boy do you try so hard to get his affection. He even overhears you whining to his dad once or twice, not understanding why he doesn’t like you.

It makes him smile.

His friends- online of course, but still friends or comrades or kindred spirits or whatever- have more opportunistic ideas about it. His first post to the forum complaining about the new living situation was met with envy and awe- not necessarily the response he was expecting, though looking back on it, he supposes they were right. 

lmpwrst: Why u bitchin’? Ur living with a girl ur not related to and that’s closer than any of us have gotten u ungrateful ass

KingKockRool: Go jerk off on her pillow.

Stacystabber91: take a video hold her down and fuck her then idiot

KingKockRool: No wait till she’s sleeping and jerk it on her face

st8lker: Bet she’s ugly tho if she’s dating your dad lol

Oddly enough, he doesn’t agree. That’s one thing he understands about you, loathe as he is to admit it. His new ‘stepmom’, for all her annoyances, is pretty easy on the eyes. The kinda girl that would have caught his eye in an unrelated situation and earned a permanent spot in his spank bank. Thinking about it, the whole ‘dating his dad’ situation maybe threw off his judgement more than he realized.

He’ll let the jury decide: He finds a photo on your social media, crops everyone else out of it, and hits enter. Easy peasy. He saves it to his hard drive for later too. Might as well.

‘Here, you decide then.’

Thus the shitstorm begins. 

st8lker: Oh fuckkk fuck me mommy lmao

lmpwrst: Opportunity is wasted on u

Stacystabber91: you pussy punk bitch, i stand by what I said earlier. dont be a bitch and fuck the little cunt already

VolceliSwear: Whos the bitch

lmpwrst: Scratchy’s new stepmommy lol 

VolceliSwear: Nice. Hit it yet?

Stacystabber91: he hasn’t cause he’s a gigantic fuckin pussy like i told you all

VolceliSwear: Come on dude you actually have that gash sleeping in your house and you haven’t made a move? 

Stacystabber91: it’s not like she could say no cause you’re a big lanky bastard aren’t you? that’s one thing we got over the shortcels and you’re bigger and stronger than her so take what’s yours idiot or I will 

lmpwrst: I agree with SS lol U complain all the time about not having a hole to fuck and now u do

VolceliSwear: ^^ Isn’t your dad a limp-dicked prick who can’t get it up? Someone’s gotta do it so it might as well be you. Hit the bitch so hard and fast she doesn’t know what way is up

Stacystabber91: and send pics moron I want to see tits or I’m coming over there to do it myself

It’s an… intriguing thought. To be honest, he’s never actually considered fucking you before. Had the passive thought like he does with most girls he sees, but never stopped to think on actually doing it. For some reason, there was a mental wall between him and his father’s girlfriends. But why should there be?

Depraved little bastard that he is, he’s not above cornering a girl and forcing himself on her but he’s not keen on going to jail, so he’s never escalated past creepy photos and following the occasional broad a little too closely. Maybe a couple gropes in passing… okay, maybe a lot. But he’s never gotten caught- maybe the girls don’t report it or just couldn’t find him afterward. Either way, it’s all worked out so far because he doesn’t cross certain boundaries.

Most girls are repulsed by him and his repugnant behavior, so they stay far, far away. It’s like he’s a giant blaring warning sign that they tend to heed instinctively.

But you don’t. 

This is different. You live here, so close to him, so within reach. Just how close you are. How easy it would be for him to force you down and make you take it. Just how much time alone he really has with you since his father leaves and returns like clockwork. He’s got the entire day once his father leaves for work. And all night once he takes his sleeping medication. An easy, pretty little catch already wiggling in his web.

 ‘Maybe I will.’ 

That’s how it starts. 

Snowball into snowstorm.

With an idea and a lot of goading from his online buddies, a monster is born and weaned on his own depravity and escalates into something very real, and very dangerous.

Tomura is achingly familiar with the scene- he’s seen enough porn to give him ample ideas. But he’s got all the time in the world. It’s hard not to rush things considering how eager he is, but it’s safer to test the waters first. Get you nice and scared so you’ll keep your pretty mouth shut unless he tells you to open it for him. See how far he can get, how much he can toy with you before you finally catch on.

Who knows? Maybe you’ll fuck him willingly. You are a stupid little slut, after all. Most of you females are deep down beneath that holier-than-thou, stuck up bitchiness you hide behind.

So he starts with a time honored tradition. He steals your panties. 

The bathroom is cluttered with your shit. Your fruity shampoos and conditioners, your makeup, your perfumes. Tomura has a toothbrush and a comb he doesn’t use, a bottle of 3-1 for when he forces himself into a shower, and a singular gray towel, but the rest is between you and his father. Your body washes, your scrubs, your clothes in the hamper. 

It’s easy enough to fish out a fresh pair- only a couple of hours old. Some lacy contraption you must’ve been wearing beneath your clothes and carelessly left in the bin when you showered. It’s easy to pocket them before you hear him rummaging around, and maybe you’ll miss them, but that’s not his problem. Washer eats things all the time, doesn’t it?

He’s hidden back in his room, safely dodging you before he allows himself to indulge- Bringing them to his nose and inhaling the doubled fabric of the crotch so hard that it catches on the edge of his nostrils. 

Fuck, your cunt smell good- tangy and sweet but the tiniest hint of bitter. A couple of whiffs is enough to get his cock twitching, inflating into a painful hardness as he hears you walking around outside in the hallway. Shit, you’re so fuckin’ airheaded, walking around so oblivious as he tongues at the cloth that was nestled right up against your pussy until a few hours ago. He can taste you, sucking your left over essence through his teeth and he swears he’s going to cream all over the inside of his jeans if he doesn’t jerk off right now. 

He’s quick to drop his sweats and sprawl on his bed, thumbing the tip of his prick and licking gratuitous stripes up the slim of your discarded panties with his tongue. You’d look so good sucking his cock; On your bruised knees, face a slathered mess of cum and saliva and running makeup. Bulge in your throat from taking him so deep and trying so hard to please him like you always do- or maybe avoid a painful punishment because he isn’t above using his hands on you and you learned that the hard way.

The thought of your ruddy, soppy face makes him throb- fucking your wet little throat until you’re suffocating, pulling out to let you breathe only to cum on your face. Yanking you up to bend you over the stove and force you to make his worthless father’s dinner with his spend tacking across your face and his cock lodged deep in your cunt. Worthless fucking sack of shit that his father is, he’d spit in it too and make you serve it to him with a smile while your actual daddy watches you do it and rewards you later with his dick fucking you between your tits.

Fuck yes, that’s what he’ll make you do. He’ll make you call him daddy when he creampies you- the opportunity is too perfect to pass. He’ll fuck his father’s pretty whore as she screams and moans for daddy’s cock while his father is away at work to pay all her frivolous bills like the beta-cuck he is. None of the work and all of the reward- as it should be.

It’s not like Kotaro can fuck you, and his friends are right. Someone should. So why not him? Why not spread your legs for your boyfriend’s younger, more powerful son? Oh, sorry, did he give you the illusion that you had a choice? He’ll take what is rightfully his and there’s not a fucking thing you or his pathetic fucking father can ever do about it.

He plucks your panties from his face, moving them instead to work over his cock. It would feel so much better if you were wearing them- grinding your sweet little cunt against his dick, begging him not to fuck you but getting so wet all the same. The silky fabric feels so good against his hypersensitive skin, coupled with the clenched pumping of his fist as he daydreams about railing you into his filthy mattress until you’re too weak to even move on your own, his cum dripping from every one of your used holes. Limp, useless little whore too fucked out to even fight him as he fucks her in the ass again-

Fantasies swirl in his head, flashes of scenarios that tease him and work him into a frenzy. He’s going to cum hard to the thought filling you, your agonized face as the tip of him knocks against the opening of your womb, buried so deep in your cute pussy that he can feel the wall that keeps him firmly locked out of your guts. So close, so tight, so warm. He’s going to pump you full to the brim like the skank you are, fill you nice and thick full of his seed and then use you again and again and again-

He feels it in his spine, waves of pleasure furling at the base and congealing together impossibly tight, so ready to burst. His thighs flex, muscles in his stomach tightening and breath staggering. Searing white behind dry, clenched eyes and his cock twitches in his palm, knot bursting deep between his legs as his hand stills momentarily. His hands twitch, cock throbbing as thick ropes of cum spill over the slats of his fingers, splattering his stomach and the waist of his sweatpants and all over your adorable little panties. 

“Shit-” 

Shallow, shaky breaths, still seeing stars popping behind his eyelids. Fuck, he hasn’t cum that hard in- well, a very long time. Is it the thought of having something tangible soon? His very own cunt to abuse? Grinning, he looks down at the absolutely drenched pair in his hand, sticky with fresh seed.

He thinks so.

Instinctively, he wipes the excess off his fingers and onto his dirty, rumpled black sheets, swiping across his shirt and his skin. Just another ‘mystery spot’ among the rest, soon to become a crusty, flaked white stain on the fabric among all the preexisting ones.

With some effort on his part, he sits up, still trying to catch his breath. He thought post orgasm clarity might deter him from this path, but if anything, he’s even more determined now. Why should he sit and touch himself in a dark room when there’s a perfectly good set of holes to fuck wandering around freely outside?

Oh yeah, this should work out just fine.

There’s a knock on the door while he’s still wading through his gross thoughts, softly at first but then slightly more insistent. It jolts him alert, irritating him that he’s being bothered when he’s scheming. He’s already finished the dirty dead, all ready to put himself away for now but it’s still jarring none the less when someone comes around so closely to him wanking. A quick dash at the clock tells him it’s not dinner time yet, so what gives? Why are you bothering him now? Nothing is ready yet.

He tucks himself away and quickly buries your soiled underwear in the pocket of his sweats. Quickly wiping any remnants on the knees of his pants before swinging his door open, agitation palpable as he greets your stupid, sunny face.

Speak of the she-devil.

“Hi, Tomura! Just wondering if you have any laundry or anything you want me to take!” “N-”  He’s about to slam the door. About to. But you know what? You want his laundry? Sure. He’s got some for you.  “Yeah- yeah, sure.” 

He steps back from behind the door, letting it creak open a little as he rips off his freshly re-soiled sheets.

“Oh, good! Yeah, I’m throwing in my own so I’ll take your load too-“

Yeah you will.

Balling it up, he chucks it at you as you curiously peek your head in. You’ve never seen the inside of his room, but soon you’ll see plenty. He doesn’t know if you can feel the fresh cum on the sheets, but he’s willing to bet you can probably smell it. To your credit, you barely falter, even with the sheet cradled in your bare arms.

You’re probably having a moment of “understanding.” ‘He’s a young man with no girlfriend and no other outlet. Of course he’s going to wack off’ and all that. It’s cute, the way you pretend not to notice. That’s okay, he’ll give you something you can’t ignore.

He steps up to the door again, yanking his black shirt over his head and dropping it in your arms with a shit eating grin.

“Oh- okay, yeah-“

Your sentence halts completely as he starts to strip off his pants and you’re left staring in slight horror as your stepson strips down to his boxers in front of you before placing his sweats on the top of the pile you’re carrying- right by your face.

“I’ve got some more dirty boxers if you think you can handle anymore.” He’s grinning like a fiend, reveling in your poorly concealed discomfort as he leans against the doorframe, swinging out towards you. You’re backing away from him, desperately trying to keep your eyes up and away from his very exposed body, and especially the half hard cock tenting the front of his boxers. Your face is turning a viciously dark shade, stifling your breathing because he just knows what you’re refusing to see, you can almost certainly smell.

“Um- nope! This should be a full one! I’ll get them back to you soon!”

“Oh, take your time. No rush.” 

You scurry off down the hall much quicker than your usual casual walk, probably to scrub your arms clean with iron wool. Poor little thing, just trying to be nice and this is what it gets you.

He cackles something fierce as he shuts his door again, going to look for your ruined panties to post a pic but remembering they’re still in the pocket of his sweatpants, covered in his cum and saliva. A fun little surprise for you to find when you go through pockets to ensure nothing gets stuck in the washer.

And he notices, in the coming days, you stop leaving your clothes in the hamper- or even being able to meet his eyes.

Oh, this should be fun.