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Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 6.7k

Includes- so much fluff, love making, missionary, oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, sex from behind, squirting, multiple orgasms

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@yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana

@tannie13 @y00nzin0

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@kjqueen05

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Part 1

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Yoongi POV

"Shit", she curses while looking in her bag

"What jagi?", I ask looking up from my phone

"I can't believe I forgot"

"Forget what baby?"

"P.j.'s. I live in those things and I forgot to pack some. I'm so dumb"

She actually looks upset that she forgot

It's too fucking cute

"It's ok Jo. You can borrow one of my shirts. It should be long enough for you"

"Oh well ok", she agrees

Getting up from the bed, I go to my dresser and get out a soft oversized black t-shirt

This should be good

"Here jagi"

I hand her the shirt, then sit back on my bed

"Thanks baby"

I can't help but watch her as she changes

I take every change I can get to oogle her

And she knows it, so she does things like over exaggerate wiggling her ass while taking her skinny jeans off

Or slowly untying the bralette and letting it fall off of her instead of just taking it off

She's such a little shit sometimes

Her back is to me and I take the time to oogle her perfect ass in her barely there panties, her hips and the huge tattoo on her back that I love to run my fingers on

She takes my shirt and pulls it over her, head, letting it fall just below her thighs

She turns smirking at me and holy shit she looks so fucking good in my clothes

Such a little shit

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom to take my makeup off ok?"

"Sure jagi"

She leaves my room and I sit back on my bed

I reach my arm out quickly to get my phone and blinding pain shoots through my shoulder

Fucking hell

I knew it was going to get aggravated with all the jumping and sword waving

It's too soon to have another injection and I had to reschedule the therapy appointment since I'm filming the video this week

It sucks and it hurts

But I just have to suck it up until I can get to therapy

I put my other hand on my shoulder, rubbing it and moving my shoulder around

The pain is still there, cramping my muscle

Stupid car that hit me all those years ago

"Shoulder hurts baby?"

I glance up to see her standing next to me, a worried look on her gorgeous bare face

I nod

"Move up", she says waving her hand in front of me

"Jagi you dont-"

"Oh shush Yoongi. Of course I do. I'm not leaving you in pain"

I reluctantly agreed and scoot up so there's room for her to sit behind me

She always massages my shoulder

Almost every time we're together

She even goes with me to therapy and has them show her how she can massage me and help me at home

And she does it so well

I'm so grateful but I'm worried she's doing because she feels like she has to

She sits behind me, kissing the back of my neck, "Relax Yoongi"

I take a breath and try to relax as her hands start moving on my shoulder

She uses her thumbs to push against the muscles of my shoulder

I stiffen in pain

"Hurts baby?"

I nod

"I'm sorry baby. It's gonna hurt for a little"

"I know jagi. Don't apologize"

"But I don't want to hurt you"

I smile to myself

She's always worried about me

"I know you don't mean to jagi. It's ok"

"Ok", she answers, kissing the back of my neck again

This time I move from the shiver that runs down my spine from the kiss

She giggles, "Sensitive?"

I laugh, "Just from your lips baby"

"Aww. Who knew that Min, Yoongi could be so sweet and dare I say it....adorable"

"Ha. Only you get to see this side of me"

"I'm honored", she teases

I realize that my shoulder isn't hurting while she's pressing her knuckles into my muscles

She was distracting me so I wouldn't feel it

"When is your next injection?"

I think, "Uh next month. I think the 15th"

"Baby I think you should think about maybe seeing a doctor and rechecking your shoulder. Redo whatever tests they did before. You're shoulder is hurting a lot more than it was before"

Huh

Maybe

"You think jagi?"

"Yeah Yoongi. You used to be able to have no pain until your next injection. And you're getting them every month now. I think your shoulder might be getting worse baby and that's not good. I don't want anything bad to happen or get to the point where you'll be in pain all the time"

I mean she's right

Maybe I should go to the doctor to just check everything out

Everything she's saying so far is true

"I think I will jagi. It makes sense to check everything"

"Ok Yoongi. Let me know when you're going and I'll go with you ok"

"You want to go with me?", I ask in disbelief

No one likes going to doctor appointments

The waiting is annoying and then I don't even know if they'll let her come in with me

"Of course Yoongi. Unless you don't want me to come", she says as she runs her fingers on my shoulder

I shake my head immediately, "No jagi no. I do want you to come. I just don't want you to be bored"

"I won't be bored baby. I'll be with you"

God she's the sweetest, best girl I ever met

"Ok jagi. Thanks"

"Don't thank me baby. I'll do anything for you", she says, leaning over, kissing my cheek

"Fuck, I love you so much"

Her hand stops moving on my shoulder and I hear her soft gasp

What?

What happened?

Is she ok?

"Www...what did you say?"

Huh?

What did I say?

I said I-

Oh shit

I told her I love her

Fuck

"Did...did you mean what you said?"

I can't lie to her

And now that I said it, I can't take it back

I don't want to

I'm terrified but I want her to know

I slowly turn around and looked at her surprised face

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J POV

I stare at Yoongi in completely surprised, my heart in my throat

Did he really say he loves me?

Does he mean it?

Please, please, please let him mean it

Please

He takes my hand, lacing our fingers together

He lifts his eyes to mine

"Yeah Joanne. I mean it. I love you"

Oh my God

This...this is my dream come true

"I'm so in love with you Joanne. I have been for a long time. Since close to the beginning of our relationship", he explains, "I just...I was scared to tell you. I've never been in love before and I didn't want to scare you. I didn't know if it was too soon to say it so I didn't. But yeah I love you."

I can't help the smile that bursts on my face

"I love you Yoongi"

The shock in his eyes is confusing to me

Does he think I wouldn't loved him?

Why?

There's nothing about him to not love

"Yeah?", he asks shyly

I nod, "Of course I do Yoongi. Why wouldn't I? You're everything I could ever want and so much more"

His mouth drops, "Really?"

"Yes baby. I'm so in love with you too. From close to the beginning of us too. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to scare you either. I mean you're an idol. You're always busy and I completely understand. But I didn't know if you took this relationship seriously, if after a few months you'd get tired of me and I was scared to say it"

"Never Jo. Never. I do take this relationship seriously. More serious than any other I ever had. I never loved any other girlfriends. I love you", he tells me, running his fingers in my hair

I smile at him, "I love you Yoongi, with all my heart. You're kinda my everything"

The smile on his face is so fucking beautiful, "You're kinda my everything too Jo"

Then he pulls me to him, his lips against mine

"I love you", he whispers between kisses, "I love you so much"

"I love you Yoongi", I answer, kissing him again, "My naekkeo"

"My jagi"

"My Yoongi"

"My Joanne"

My heart swells with love hearing him call me his

I am his, I was always his

Always

Pressing my lips to his again softly, we kiss, our arms around each other

He slowly moves me back on the bed, moving on top of me, kissing me deeply

Moving my hands under his shirt, I slowly move them up, feeling his muscles and taking the shirt up too

He moves with me to get it off him, his lips leaving mine only for the second it takes to pull the shirt over his head

His kisses feel so good, the pressure of his lips against mine, his tongue brushing up against mine

I could kiss this man forever

His hand moves under my shirt, softly caressing my skin

Normally it'd tickle when he touches the sides of my body but now it feels too good

Fuck, when he touches me, my mind goes blank and all I want are his hands roaming everywhere

"Take it off for me jagi", he whispers

I nod, moving my arms up and lifting my body slightly from the bed so he can slip the shirt off

His lips attack my neck, kissing, licking and sucking while his hands squeeze my boobs softly

"My baby's so pretty", he whispers, trailing hot kisses across my shoulder

Every nerve where his lips land heats up as if I'm on fire

He changes the direction his kisses go, trailblazing down to my chest

I swear his kisses alone can get me off

His mouth kisses around my nipple, making me shiver and wait in anticipation

His tongue glides along my nipple making me moan loudly, my body arch on its own

"Yea baby, let me hear your pretty sounds. Fuck I love them"

His mouth wraps around my nipple, sucking softly, pleasure creeping along my body, my panties flooded

His hand slides down my body, mouth still on my boob and he pulls my panties down, agonizingly slow

He switches nipples and hands, pulling the other side of my panties off

"Yoongi", I moan, playing with his hair

"Want to be inside you baby. Right now"

That is exactly what I want too

I move up slowly, both of us on our knees, reaching for his pj pants

I press my lips to his neck, right in the spot that I know he loves

"Jo, baby", he whimpers

Sliding my hands under his pants and boxers, I push them down to his knees

Gently I push him back and he goes willingly, laying on his back

I get his clothes off, then climb on him

"Fuck jagi, you're so beautiful", he whispers, his gorgeous brown eyes looking at me

I feel my cheeks turn pink

I can never get used to Yoongi, an idol, telling me I'm beautiful

Never

"So are you baby", I tell him, then lean down, kissing him deeply

His arms wrap around me, holding me on him as he kisses me back

These kisses are different

They're not the normal wild, desperate kisses nor the sweet gently ones

They're slow, passionate, full of love

I can feel his love for me and I hope he can feel mine for him

I feel his fingers trailing up and down my back, making my skin tremble

I pull away looking down at him

Running my hand in his hair, I cup his cheek gently

"I love you", I tell him

The smile that bursts on his face is so bright, so happy

I love making him happy

That's all I want to do, make him happy

"I love you", he answers, "so much"

I nod, "So much"

Sitting straight up, I shift, easily getting him inside and sinking down on him

Both of us moan loudly while I push down, getting him in more and more, a little at a time

"So good jagi", he moans

"Yeah baby. You feel so good", I agree

Bottoming him out, I sit on him for a few seconds, feeling him inside

My body shakes a little and his hands rub up and down the sides of my body

"Ok jagi?"

I nod, "Yeah just wanna feel you"

"I know baby. I love feeling you too. So perfect for me"

I'm ridiculously happy, just like I always am every time he tells me that

"Am I good for you jagi?"

I nod my head rapidly

Of course he is

He has to be crazy to think he's not

"Always baby. Always perfect", I reassure him

Placing my hands on his smooth, muscular chest, I slide up his cock then go back down slowly

"Yes baby, yes", he moans

I keep moving, going a little faster

I move my fingers up and down his chest to his stomach, gently touching and feeling his soft skin

Once my hands are on him, I can't stop touching him

He takes my hand, kissing my palm and my heart bursts with love for him

I move my hips, grinding against him, pleasure flowing

He closes his eyes, whimpering

"So good jagi", he praises

Leaning back, I put one of my hands on his thigh as I bounce softly

I tilt my head back, feeling him, how hard he is, how fucking perfectly he opens me up, how snugly he fits inside

Like he was meant to be there

"Yoongi", I moan

"So beautiful baby", he whimpers, making me look at him

He's watching me, biting his lip, pleasure on his face as his hands reach up and squeeze my breasts

I move down and at the same time he moves his hips up, meeting me, going in so deep, hitting my spot

"Yoongi", I cry, stars bursting in my vision

"There baby?"

I nod, my hands gripping his wrists as he thrusts again

"Ok my baby. Whatever you want jagi"

We keep moving together, the pleasure intense

I clench on him involuntarily, hearing him gasp

"Again baby, do it again"

This time I squeeze him on purpose, hard

"Yes Jo, please jagi, hold me tight. Don't let go", he begs

I nod, making a conscious effort to keep a tight hold on him

I want him to feel maximum pleasure too

"Please jagi, cum on me. Please. I want it"

God, hearing him beg for my orgasm is so hot and such a rush

We move again and I snap, moaning his name, ecstasy washing over me

Oh god it feels so fucking good

He feels so good, so hard and hitting my spot

"Yes good girl. My best girl", he praises

When I finish, Yoongi holds my waist and turns us, my back against the bed

Even though I just came, I'm ready for more

As long as it's with Yoongi, I'll always be ready for anything

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Yoongi POV

I press my lips to hers, wrapping her legs around me

I can never get enough of her

Enough of her kisses, her moans, her touches, her orgasms, her

Just her

She takes over all my senses, takes over everything until it's just her

And I wouldn't have it any other way

I move inside her, over and over, feeling the pure pleasure she gives me

Her arms keeps me pressed against her, holding me tightly, her small hands gripping my back hard

She moves her lips from mine, dragging kisses along my neck

My body shivers on it's own when she licks a spot that I love

She moves one hand around my neck, into the back of my hair, pulling me against her

"I love you Yoongi", she whispers in my ear, making my entire world spin

That's all I want

Her love

To give her all of mine

"I love you Joanne", I tell her

She holds me tighter, her hips moving against me

God she feels incredible, pushing me closer

The way she feels, so tight, so wet, so warm

Sucking me back inside her, holding me inside, throbbing perfectly

"Fuck baby, I love being inside you. I can stay in you all fucking night"

"And I want you there baby", she murmurs

Lifting my head from her shoulder, I watch her under me, pleasure all over her face, he head back against the pillow as she breathes heavily

So fucking stunning

Taking my hand from around her neck, I kiss her palm again, then lace our fingers together

She kisses then back of my hand, the places our hands on the bed, gripping my hand tightly

She's fucking everything

I feel her getting tighter and I know she's close

Good because I'm right there too

"Yoongi", she whimpers

"Almost jagi", I whisper to her

"Kiss me", she asks

"Always", I answer, pressing my lips to hers

Sliding my tongue in her mouth, she moves hers right against mine

She moves with me and pure bliss takes over as I cum deep inside

Her body shakes, her pulsing getting faster and I feel her cum around me at the same time

"Fuck, Joanne", I moan, "I love you"

"I love you Yoongi", she whimpers, her body arching against mine, her hand squeezing mine

Complete bliss

I lay my head on her chest when we finish, catching my breath, listening to her heart beating hard

She runs her fingers in my sweaty hair, feeling good

Our hands are still wrapped together and I'm not letting go any time soon

After a few minutes, I lift my head to find her smiling at me

"I love you", she says

I will never get tired of hearing that

"I love you", I tell her, making her smile wider

"Stay with me", I ask

She raises her eyebrow, "I am silly"

That's not what I mean

I wanted to ask her something

Something I've been working myself up to ask and I was going to ask tonight

I never expected that we'd tell each other we love each other

I'm worried what I'm going to ask may be moving too fast

But I'm going to ask anyway

"Stay with me always"

"I will baby. I love you. I'm never leaving you"

I nod, "Then can you...move in with me?"

Her eyes widen

"You...you want that?"

I nod, "So much jagi. I...I was going to ask you tonight to move in. I...I was going to wait to tell you I love you until after we possibly lived together for a few weeks if you said yes. I'm glad I said it now though. And I don't want to seem like we're moving too fast-"

"Yes", she blurts

"Yes?", I repeat stupidly

"Yes Yoongi. I want to live with you. More than you can ever know. Being with you all the time.....that's like my dream", she says, blushing

"Funny, that's my dream too"

"Yeah?"

"Yes jagi. I want to be with you always"

"Good", she smiles, the presses her lips to mine

And I kiss her back so happy everything is falling into place

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2 days later

J POV

"Yoongi you should of taken more care of your hands naekkeo!", I scold, turning his hands over in mine

He has blisters all over from practicing with the sword

"I know baby but the blisters just happened. I had to practice and I just ignored them"

"You should of told me! I could of....I don't know do something? Take care of you?"

I don't really know what I could of done but I could of googled something

He smiles at me, "You already take good care of me jagi"

I smile

I try to

The hairstylist moves around Yoongi, putting the blond wig on him

This is the second and last day of shooting for the video

He did all the filming for the black haired Agust D yesterday

The makeup artist put a cool scar prosthetic on his face and it's been there since yesterday

I had to help him shower and wash his hair, clean his face without messing up the make up

Not that it mattered because I got to see him naked and that's always a good time

I didn't notice the blisters on his hands but to be fair as soon as we got to my apartment, he was naked the whole time

So I was distracted

We went to the dorm after and he had to sleep on his back to avoid messing up the scar

The makeup artist just finished touching up the scar

It looks bad ass

And so does the blond wig they're putting on him

"I like the hair baby", I giggle

"Yeah?"

I nod, "I like how long it is too"

"Hmmm is that your way of telling me to grow out my hair?"

I snort, "No naekkeo. If you want to you can but don't do it for me."

"I was thinking about it. Not this long though", he says

"Whatever you want naekkeo"

"So I was thinking tomorrow we can get boxes and start packing up your apartment?", he asks

I nod, "Yeah ok. I gotta go through stuff to throw away too"

"You don't have to throw anything away"

I do

I don't want to take all my shit and stuff Yoongi's apartment

He shakes his head when I tell him this

"Jagi it's our apartment, not mine. You can fill it with as much stuff as you want"

I shake my head

We've disagreed about this before

I say it's his apartment because he bought it and pays for all the bills

He says it's ours and he added my name as an owner

Which I scolded him for

I tell him I'll pay for the bills, he says he's taking care of it

I give him money, he refuses and puts it in a joint bank account we opened two days ago

He says the money is mine and he's leaving it there

He's so difficult sometimes

I told him I'm not a moocher

Her proceeded to laugh in my face and tell me he knows that

Then he said he loves me, he's paying for the bills and I just need to accept it

So I have

For now

"I have to go through my stuff anyway baby. I have too much and some things I haven't used in years."

He holds my hands tightly, "Ok baby but don't go crazy throwing everything away ok?"

"I won't"

Yoongi and I decided that we'd wait to move until after he filmed the video.

So we're spending next week packing and moving

"I got the guys to help us", he says

"The guys? They weren't too happy about you moving out"

I was with Yoongi when he told them, yesterday after the shoot when we got back to the dorm

And they were less than enthused

Yoongi asked me to go to his room and I heard yelling and arguing

"Yeah well they got over it. I told them we love each other. That is isn't an impulsive decision. That we're starting our lives together. They understood after that"

"Oh alright"

I didn't ask anything last night because I didn't know how the argument ended and I didn't want to upset him

"But Namjoon can't lift any fragile boxes. I don't want anything breaking", I blurt out

Yoongi bursts out laughing, the hair stylist stopping what she was doing because he's laughing so hard too

"You're right jagi. I don't want any broken things either"

I giggle, "Poor Joonie"

He snorts, "No poor stuff"

I laugh, holding his hands tightly while I watch the hairstylist fix the blond wig

He styles the hair so that all of it is up, then he puts a long black silk cloth on his forehead like a bandanna

God he's so hot

"You ok jagi?"

I look up at him to see him smirking at me

"Yeah"

"You sure? I saw your legs clenching together"

I glare at him, "Fine. You're hot. Super sexy. Want to fuck you. Happy?"

He smirks, "Yeah baby. I'm happy my girlfriend is attracted to me"

"Oh shush"

He laughs, standing up when the stylist tells him he's done, pulling me up with him

He's already dressed in the king clothes.

Black silk shirt with a gold dragon on it, a white shirt underneath it, black pants, a black silk robe with gold dragons on the shoulder and black sneakers with white soles

And so many chains around his neck

Fucking hot

The director calls him and he holds my hand, taking me with him

He doesn't let go of me as he talks with the director and asks questions to be clear what he has to do

I don't mind

I like being wherever he is, being near him

"Jagi, you can stay behind the camera and watch ok?", he says to me, startling me out of my thoughts

"Oh are you sure? I don't want to be in the way"

"You're not jagi. It's the same as yesterday remember"

I nod

I stay behind the camera the whole time watching Yoongi act

It's easy for him to act sexy because he fucking is

The smirks, the withering glares, the coy glances

The way he walked down from the throne turned me on

After filming inside the palace and the balcony, everything moves outside to the courtyard

I watch Yoongi lip sync rapping

He's so good at it

His facial expressions and movements are amazing

In between takes the cameras go up to him and the cameraman asks him questions which he answers

Probably for a behind the scenes video that will be uploaded after the video is released

They did this yesterday and when they were filming before

Yoongi actually did an interview yesterday too about the video and the song

I didn't know a music video was so involved

When that finishes, the hair stylist calls Yoongi and does his hair into a half up, half down style

The whole time he's next to me as much as he can be

The director calls him again and he gets up, telling me he'll be right back

When he comes back, he tells me he has a small break

"Are you hungry jagi?"

"Yes", I answer

I'm actually really hungry

He smiles at me, "C'mon hungry baby"

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After we eat, it's time for the sword dance

I'm so fucking excited

To see him in the costume actually doing it

I can't wait

I watch him take some pictures with an intimidating expression

He looks scary but he's such a soft teddy bear

His duality is crazy

He spends a few minutes, swinging the sword around, I guess getting used to it

The director calls to begin and the music comes on

Yoongi starts and I watch open mouthed

He bends his knees and thrusts the sword then turns around swinging the sword in front of him, then pulls it behind him

He practiced so much and he does every move so gracefully and flawlessly

He swings the sword in front of him again, bringing it over his head and pointing it straight out

Then he uses both hands to grip the hilt, slicing down to the side

God he's so cool

My boyfriend is fucking cool and amazing

He swings the sword, spin jumping once, twice, swinging the sword again

Oh my fuck

If I could, I'd jump on him right now, fuck him until we're both sore

He's been so tired the last few days, passing out as soon as we get home or out of the shower

So there's been no sex

But I'm going to fix that tonight

After a few more takes he finishes and comes over to rewatch the footage

He pulls me to him, standing behind me with his arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder

"Was it good jagi?", he whispers as we watch the footage

"Of course. You're Agust D, Min Suga Genius. Of course it's good"

He bursts out laughing, kissing my cheek, "You're so fucking adorable."

"I try", I tease

"You don't have to. It comes naturally"

I giggle, as I feel more kisses on my cheek

"Ahem", the director says

Yoongi stops kissing me, clearing his throat

"Yes?"

"So this is great footage and we won't need to film this again"

Yoongi nods, "What's next to shoot?"

"Nothing. We're done"

"Alright"

Yoongi thanks the director and everyone, then takes my hand bringing me back to the dressing room

"I'm going get all this off ok and we can go"

I nod, "Ok baby"

He comes closer to me, leaning to my ear, "And when we get home, I'm going to take care of the problem between your legs. All night"

I gulp, nodding in excitement

"I love you", he whispers

"I love you", I answer

He kisses my cheek then I watch him walk away, eager to get home and get the night started

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Yoongi POV

"Yoongi!", she cries, her hips moving against my face as I tongue fuck her

I already made her cum twice with my tongue, working on a third

I kept my word and I'm taking care of the problem I made between her legs

Which I'm happy to fix

Keeping her legs wide open, I slide out of her hole, lavishing her clit with soft sucks then dip back into her pulsing hole

I love feeling her pussy throb on my tongue making me eager to get her throbbing on my cock

I move my tongue in and out a few more times, shoving in as far as I can, wiggling around

She moans my name, coming around my tongue

Her legs shake around my head, her fingers twisting my hair as she keeps me against her coming pussy

Her sweet cream pours into my mouth and I eagerly swallow all of it

"Mmm baby, you're cunt is my favorite thing to eat"

"Fuck Yoongi", she moans

"So good jagi. My pussy always feeds me so well", I praise her

"Mmm hmm", she whimpers

Pulling away, I sit up, turning her over

She moves on her hands and knees, her pretty pussy on display for me

I spread her lips open, watching her hole pulse around nothing, dripping so much juice

"Fuck, I'm gonna stuff this hole so we'll jagi. Wreck you, fuck the life from you"

"Yes Yoongi, please!", she cries

Shoving my cock inside her, I bottom out in one stroke with her screaming in pleasure

Her cunt immediately pulses around me, latching on tightly

I take the time to admire the way her pussy lips look wrapped around my cock, her little slit straining so much

"God baby, you're pussy looks so good stuffed with my cock"

"Wanna be good for you", she whines, "Please fuck me naekkeo"

Not wasting another second, I start moving, in and out of her warm cunt, splitting her wide open on my length

"Yes baby yes. Fuck faster! Harder", she yells

Opening her legs more, I bang her hard, watching her cream my cock so well

"So much cream jagi. Love it"

She just moans, taking the pounding I'm giving her

"Such a tight pussy for me. Do you like getting ruined on my cock?"

"Love it!", she cries, her body shaking

I hit her spot, plunging deep inside her over and over, her spasms getting faster

"Yoongi, I'm gonna cum"

"Yes baby", I urge her, "Fall apart around my cock jagi"

"Oh god, Yoongi", she moans, her pussy so tight as she cums

Sheer pleasure hits me hard as her cunt orgasms on me

"Yes jagi! Fuck, yes suck my cock", I yell, squeezing her hips hard, "Fuck I don't know what's better at sucking my cock, your cunt or your mouth"

Both are equally as pleasurable

I watch her cream pour from her cunt, dripping onto the bed

I fuck her harder, through her orgasms, wrapping my arm around her waist, fingers pressed into her clit

When my fingers rub her bump she screams loudly, wetting me so much

Sheathing my cock inside her, I grind against her spot, moving my hips in a circle while I play with her clit

"Yoongi! Don't stop!"

I'm not

I know she likes this just as much when I fuck her

She loves rocking on my cock when she's on top and I can do it for her too

"Yoongi! Yoo-", she shouts, her words cutting off, just screams falling from her mouth

My cock and pelvis get soaked, my eyes on her squirting pussy

"Yes good girl. Gush for me baby", I demand, moving my fingers faster as I begin to thrust into her again

Her squirt flies everywhere but I don't care

I just want her to keep squirting

The first time she did, I was so fucking turned on, I fucked her for hours after

And it turns me on every time to see her cunt gush

When she stops, she moves, sliding her cunt up and down my shaft

I stop moving, letting her fuck my cock, watching her slit split open for me, feeling the bliss she's giving me

"Mmm baby. Can't get enough of my cock huh?"

"Never", she pants, going faster

She hits her spot, crying loudly, then continues to fuck herself there

"Such a good girl, using my cock to get off"

"Mmm hmm", she moans, "Gonna cum on your perfect cock"

"Yeah baby, gimme that cream", I murmur, feeling myself getting close

"Oh god naekkeo!", she moans, coming on my dick

She keeps moving during her orgasms, slamming back into me over and over, her cunt throbbing so hard

And throwing me into an orgasm, ecstasy blinding me

"Joanne! Jagi! Oh fuck", I yell, grabbing her hips and holding her on my cock as I shoot my load deep inside her tight pulsing pussy

It feels fucking amazing, her cunt milking my cock for everything I have

When the pleasure ebbs, I pull out of her, collapsing next to her

She lays down, turning and cuddling into me

"I love you", she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my cheek, making my heart bursts in happiness

I swear I will never get tired of hearing that

"I love you Jo", I tell her, wrapping my arms around her, moving my fingers in her hair

She yawns, her arms around me as I pull the blanekt over us

We're both tired and we need sleep after getting up early today

Shutting the lamp off, I settle into bed with her, kissing her forehead

"Night jagi"

"Night naekkeo"

I close my eyes, so comfortable wrapped in my jagi's arms

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

1 year later

Yoongi POV

Joanne is fixing the black bandana that's across my forehead

"Hurry baby. You have to go back on stage in a few minutes "

She fixes my hair and smooths out my clothes

"Everything's ok?", I ask

"Yeah baby. Perfect. My king", she teases

She grabs the sword off the table handing it to me

"Hold on jagi", I tell her, reaching in my pocket

Now's the time

I'm crazy for doing it now but I'm back in the Daechwita clothes

It's part of the concert tonight

Daechwita today, Chicken Noodle Soup tomorrow

My song, this outfit, the sword reminds me of the first time we said I love you

It has so much more meaning for me than I ever thought it could be

"Yoongi?"

I open the box with one hand, then look at her

She's holding the sword out to me

Instead I kneel down on one knee

"Yoongi....what the fuck are you doing?"

I can't help but laugh

Classic Joanne response

I hold the box up to her with the ring I had made just for her

"What the fuck are you doing?", she gasps, her hand going over her mouth

The fingers in her other hand turn white as she grips the hilt of the sword so hard

"Well, I'm asking you to marry me"

I sound confident but I'm scared

I know she loves me just as much as I love her

But marriage is different from a relationship

Marriage is a huge change, huge commitment

I'm ready and I hope she is too

"I love you Jo. So much. I'd take the time to tell you all the things I love about you but I kinda have to perform in a minute"

She giggles and I feel myself relax a little

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I never want to let you go jagi and I won't. I can't imagine my life without you. Will you marry me Jo? Be my queen?"

"Yes Yoongi. Of course yes!", she yells excitedly

Pure euphoria fills me

She said yes

She's going to marry me

She's going to be my wife

This is one of the best moments of my life

I stand up quickly, crashing my lips to hers in a huge kiss

Her arms wrap around my neck, holding me close as she kisses me back

"Yoongi! C'mon!", Namjoon calls

I pull away from her and quickly put the ring on her finger

I cup her face, looking in her eyes

"Tonight baby. We'll celebrate tonight"

She nods, tears in her eyes, "Yeah baby. Ok. I love you"

"I love you so much", I answer

I kiss her again, Namjoon yelling for me

"Go baby", she whispers, putting the sword in my hand

She kisses me quickly and I leave, jogging to the stage

I quickly sit down on the throne and school my features to make it look like I'm disinterested in everything

But inside, it's the opposite

I'm so happy and I can't wait to be with her later

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J POV

I watch Yoongi on stage from the side of the stage, sitting in the throne as the music for Daechwita starts

My heart is overjoyed

I'm engaged

To Min, Yoongi, Suga, Agust D

He wants me for the rest of his life

I'm literally on cloud nine

The love of my life wants me forever

I had no idea he was going to do that

Not at all

I was shocked to hell

And right before he had to go back on stage

Saying no was never an option

Never

I'm ready to be married to Yoongi

Oh god he's going to be my husband

Holy shit

Fucking awesome

I love him so much, so much more than I ever loved anything

I watch the guys rap Yoongi's song as he sits on his throne, looking like he doesn't have a care in the world

He's so freaking handsome

And funny and just the best

God I'm so happy

I look down at the ring

It's beautiful, simple and it glitters beautifully in the sun

He knows me to a T because I love the ring so much

It's everything I could ever want

He's everything I could ever want

My naekkeo

I raise my eyes back to the stage, watching Hobi rapping

Yoongi stands up after Hobi finishes and starts rapping

"I'm a king, I'm a boss"

That line reminds me that he asked me to be his queen

I giggle in my hand

He's so cute

He's my king so it fits that I'm his queen

When the song ends, I watch Yoongi take off his bandanna and his Daechwita clothes on the stage

God, he even makes taking a jacket off a sexy act

He turns his head towards me and mouths I love you

I mouth it back to him and he smiles

He's so beautiful

And he's mine

I smile widely, watching him during the next song, excited for our future

I know that as long as Yoongi is with me it's going to be perfect

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sindumpster · 7 months ago

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Any unbirth thoughts or ideas that appeal to you? Just in general. I currently have an ub-session and love your ub stuff. 💗

"ub-session" made me snort. I love it.

But hokey I'm gonna jot some things down so sorry if this ends up more of a jumble of words than anything. Also obviously this one is gonna be hella nsfw

-Ngl a lot of my go-tos with it involve the UB being orgasm-triggered. Because something something vaginal contractions which idk if I likened that to peristalsis or if someone else inserted that into my brain. It been...a while since I refreshed my sex bio. But if cocks can eat people then I can grasp at my straws and pretend it triggers the vaginal succ-tion.

-...which would also make sense if the pred(?) is a biiiit of a size queen. A dicking devolves to fisting. Could just be the fisting that triggers the succ. Also my humor is dumb so I like it when the other char is marveling over how far their arm can sink in. Mentioning its getting harder to pull back. Oblivious to all the warning signs before its too late.

-tho I will also die on my hill of pushy prey so someone actively being like my arm has gone past the elbow and this *still* isn't working. I guess I will just push myself in there. Because also, my humor is broken so this being the first most obvious solution the prey thinks of is hilarious to me. Post nut clarity is gonna hit hard (or they like it. Or it was the plan all along because they're a kinky fuck)

-forreal tho prey that's a kinky fuck. Realizing how stretchy the pred is and want to try it. Or has done it before. Just taking the initiative.

-I'm realizing a lot of these are about my broken humor so I will also raise you--pregnancy jokes. Because I like them with vore and other situations where the char isn't pregnant but will just go along with it because it is the easier explanation (and like, I say this as someone with a preg kink. The joke just doesn't hit the same when its actual preg tho lmao). Also UB being extra prone to this because the prey is sitting in the right place (as opposed to oral vore where stomach sits higher up. As if people would notice this and care but I will also die on my stupid detail hill)

-but also I'm a sucker for combo kinks and also I like my separation of different stuffed...organs? Compartmentalization kink? as in life so in kink IDK point is UB pred following it up with a stuffing session. Or oral vores someone (esp if they are not a fan of preg jokes). There's a bit of a power play there if the pred's like "well what are you gonna do about it~". Prey getting increasingly cramped or complaining about the growing weight above them. Or feeling each other's struggles. Two different prey poking at each other through the fleshy walls. I just think it's neat.

-also orgasm being a release valve as well. Because you can fuck (or fist) someone from the inside (There's a "cum out" joke here somewhere).

-Which could also be a power play on the prey's part. Or throw in some public humiliation where prey tries to pleasure the pred in public, and the pred must hide how flustered it is making them. They don't need to come out from it, they can just fuck with (literally) the pred.

-I like competitions of any sort but I do not care who wins. Even my bois I equally enjoy them losing to clever prey (or a pyrrhic victory). Or just kinky fuck prey. This isn't specifically a UB thing but for me it applies just as well. Could also be funny if this devolved from some kind of stupid sex contest. The "whoever cums first loses" where prey gets increasingly desperate to win and this results in them shoving themselves up there.

-also I like the "getting your hand stuck in the cookie jar" joke.

-MULTIPLE PREY. Because why the fuck not. Uterus party guys everyone is invited. Or smol prey if a large tum isn't your jam (but I am biased. Sorry. Not sorry.)

-MASC PREDS. MASC UB. NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE REALIZE THIS POTENTIAL JOIN ME OR POINT ME TO THE ART.

-which I like it doesn't have to be a sex thing but the "motherhood" or "age regression" sides of the kink aren't my niche so sex is usually how I go. It can be peril or even fatal, or warm wholesome safe vibes. I like both. And should go without saying but even the kinkiest sex can be wholesome.

-tho also the impressive side-eye in the afterlife when you admit you got digested by a snatch. Went out with a bang. Got your dick stuck in a living vacuum cleaner. This isn't really an idea.

-ALSO REFORMING PREY. If fatal is your jam. Idk man I'm still working out the kinks(lol) of how the fatal pussy would work without getting into the dark details of any internal pred/prey kinks where digestion is actually the least of your problems. Except my Space!AU where everything can be a stomach if you're brave enough. Alien anatomy you can do whatever the fuck you want so that's where my wackiest kink mechanics go. (Because I'm still working on this notion that I am "realistic" and will not break these stupid rules I made up in normal canon for some reason??).

-Tho I guess with reform you can have your "rebirthing" stuff. (Personally with the caveat they reform as an adult. I don't mind preg or even warm cozy vibes but again...parenthood loses me sorry. But feel free to use it lol)

-Oh and also face-sitting [GONE WRONG][GONE SEXUAL]

-Or I guess if you're really into dicks eating people can have a CV pred fuck a UB pred and the prey just gets kinda shot up there.

///and I'm sure there's a fuckton of things I'm forgetting. But this is already way longer than I intended lmao

#asks #anonymous #I have...a lot of thoughts about this #a lot more than I thought I did #also sorry if this is rushed #but this did help get my writing engines going for a paper #def not your intention but I appreciate it all the same #earwiggy rambles #long post

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badlydrawnworldtrigger · 4 years ago

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Sad I didn't know this blog existed sooner, well better late then never. Could we have the A rank idiot trio being dumbasses?

They are playing just dance

#badly drawn world trigger #shun midorikawa #yoneya yosuke #kohei izumi #world trigger #was gonna do more but my hand is stupid dumb and cramped :(

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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago

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I would like to hear your headcannons on any of the riddlers (or all of them, if you're up for it) reacting to his s/o keeping a virtual pet, like a tamagotchi, and naming it after him. Does he think it's cringe or cute? (I'm having massive period cramps, so I need something silly)

Riddlers Co-Parenting Tamagotchis

Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: good god i had a rough day today and this is exactly the kind of thing that made me feel so much better thinking about so i pushed it up the queue, ty ty ty ty request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: urm this has capullo in it so there's obviously sleaze and suggestive content but other than that sfw

Arkham

ok so i have put this somewhere before, but i headcanon that he has a tamagotchi that he has kept alive and well since the 90s, and it's called Bruiser, and he loves it with all of his heart. so you KNOW he would love yours too. you can definitely trust him to take care of it when you're gone and take the duty of care very seriously. they're basically tiny computer pets, kinda like his robots, so what's not to love? and what's silly about it? god help anyone who mocks him for bringing out bruiser in the middle of his schemes and now, he'll also go toe to toe to defend you and your tamagotchi's honour too

Dano

"what's that?" *wide eyed wonder* "please can i play with it? oh my god you trust me with your little...thingy? it's for US!?" 🥺 this man would lose his damn mind if you produced a little tamagotchi and told him to help you name it. he's gonna spend hours researching themes and names. he never got to do flour sack babies at school so this is his first shot at looking after something. he says you're going to be a great parent, and he's excited to be a dad and you think he's joking but he is getting up regularly in the middle of the night to check on it so...he might be very emotionally attached very quick. also you're pretty sure you very explicitly said it's made of plastic, but he sits it on a little pillow anyway just in case

Young Justice

"this is stupid and childish and oh god wait what did you just do? you fed it? it eats? that's kinda cute. can i have a go?" aaaaaand good luck getting it back. that's his now. he needs something helpless to depend on him, it makes him feel genuinely useful. but you'll still have to sneakily look after it to make sure it doesn't die because that might destroy eddie. he's a big fan of video games, a very cute boy, he'd freakin' love it if you liked the same kind of thing as him. he'd definitely buy you more, all the cute little limited edition styles and stuff. your babies are his babies now

Gotham

the disappointment when he finds out it's not a remote activation for a bomb is immeasurable. but when you explain what it is he's kind of on board. "does it have a beak, we're naming it oswald. and can they die?" ok so maybe try only let him near one that's not too 'penguiny'. look he kept solomon grundy alive, you can trust him to help you keep a tamagotchi alive. he thinks you're cute for investing your time in something so completely innocuous. it's adorable! although if you ever wanted to put it down and pay attention to him and his schemes that might also be nice

Capullo

this is dumb and you are dumb. you sure it's not one of those...vibrating egg things...? if you want something to play with, he could think of something better for you to fiddle around with. "oh come on!" ok so fine show him then, hurry up. urgh, the stress of handing it to him, he's just clicking all the little buttons, dangling it in front of you, and teasing you about it. he's so mean, but he will insist that you name it lil ed after him, because god forbid something else take away your precious attention that should be on him

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starlightsearches · 2 years ago

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Truth or Dare

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Here's another part to this!! I'm anticipating that it will be around 4 or 5 parts, and they're all planned out (just not written 😭). Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated 💖

Klitz x femme reader

Warnings: fake dating, language, sexual reference, mentions of suicide

Klitz has spent the last twenty four hours on the verge of throwing up.

His stomach rolls every time he thinks of you—and sometimes it’s good, when he can pretend there’s distance. He can remember the way your skin felt against his own like the whole thing was just a really good dream, safe with his hand down his pants and your name on his lips without having to say a word to you.

Right now, though, it’s bad. Really bad. Because he said he’d be at your house in twenty minutes and the cushion that had kept him from crashing into a very disappointing reality is slipping through his fingers with every minute.

“Do you own a single shirt that doesn’t look like you stole it from my dad?”

Eli’s standing in his closet, flipping through Klitz’s limited choices, shifting the shirts back and forth like a brand new wardrobe is going to appear if he moves them just right. When it doesn’t work, he sighs.

“Actually, I lied. I think my dad may have some better options than you.”

Klitz falls back against his mattress, feeling like a lost cause. He’s wearing the only pair of jeans he owns, and the fabric is stiff and uncomfortable from lack of wear, the waistband digging in against him where he’s tucked in his white undershirt. He wants to crawl out of his skin.

“I should just tell her I can’t go.”

That steals Eli’s attention from insulting his clothes.

“Uh, no. Absolutely not.”

He falls into Klitz’s desk chair, twirling it to face the end of Klitz’s twin-size mattress, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees like the world’s least-qualified therapist.

“You have been obsessed with this girl for forever. Okay? Forever. She just about fuckin’ falls into your lap and you’re gonna say no? If you do not go on this date with her I swear to god I will kill you. And then myself.”

Honestly, it’s kind of a tempting offer.

“I don’t think I can do this,” he says, more to himself than to Eli. Really, he knows he can’t do this. He’s going to mess it up somehow—spill coke down your shirt, or say something dumb, cover his eyes or scream too loud. It’s all going to be too close—having you in his car, sitting next to him in the dark, cramped theater seats. What if he gets hard? What if you laugh at him?

What if you laugh at him and that gets him hard?

Eli shrugs, oblivious to his friend’s spiral. “You just have to be normal, dude.”

“Okay. Then I’m screwed.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Klitzy,” Eli slaps him on the thigh in an attempt to seem encouraging, “when she says something, just pretend it’s me you’re talking to.”

Klitz sits up on his elbows, looking confused. “Dude, you want me to tell her to shut up?”

“No, stupid,” Eli rolls his eyes, way too confident for somebody almost as clueless as Klitz is, “pretend she’s your mom, or Mr. Salinger, or that old lady feeds her dog cheeseburgers on her porch. Anyone you could talk to without getting a raging hard-on.”

He never wants to hear the words your mom and hard-on in a sentence ever again. “Gross.”

Klitz isn’t going to say it out loud, but the idea does have some merit. It’s not like he’s stupid—he got into Yale, after all—but even thinking about talking to you has always made his brain turn to mush, had him stuttering like an idiot. Maybe the only way to be around you is to pretend he’s not around you at all.

“What if”—he whispers, swallowing hard. He hasn’t even wanted to say this part out loud, because that might make it true— “what if it’s not even real? What if it’s all just a joke?”

That makes Eli shrug, too, a slutty little grin on his face. “Then you might as well get something out of it, am I right?”

Klitz rolls his eyes, and Eli flashes him a falsely harmless look. “What? You know she’s gotta put out if she’s been dating that fuckwad Luke for so long.”

That was the difference between him and Luke. Another difference. “Not gonna happen, dude.”

“We could roleplay if you want,” Eli crosses his legs, doing a half-assed impression of what you might look like sitting here in his room, “here, pretend I’m her. How do you make your move?”

Klitz sits up, moving to the other end of the bed. “Yeah, I think I’d rather get punched in the dick.”

“Well, the night is young.” Eli shrugs, walking to the closet, picking a shirt at random before throwing it in Klitz’s direction.

“Let’s go dude. You can do this. Don’t fuck it up.”

Klitz sighs, putting on the shirt and grabbing his car keys. If this goes poorly, he tells himself, he could always make himself a bleach cocktail when he gets home.

Just leaving now.

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you see Klitz’s latest message as it joins the rest of the riveting conversation you’d been having. It’s mostly okays and yeps from his side, and the ever-thrilling hey, it’s Klitz. There’s a pit in your stomach as you scroll back through them, lip caught between your teeth. He didn’t sound too thrilled about any of this. Did he even want to go on this date?

More importantly, are you thrilled about this? You still haven’t decided. It couldn’t be your worst date—not after the nightmare-inducing double you went on with Tiff freshman year—but it’s not like you’re going because you wanted to. Or did you?

You snap your phone shut with a roll of your eyes, pursing your lips as you stare into your closet. You still don’t know what to wear.

You grab a chunk of your wardrobe out of your closet, dropping it on a chair beside you and pulling off your ratty sweatshirt. It’s time for the paper-doll treatment, but you can’t help but be disappointed with each outfit you hold in front of you. Too covered. Too slutty. Too casual. Too nice. Amber looks up from where she lays on your bed, legs crossed at the ankles as she flips through some magazine.

“Cute bra,” she says, “think you’ll get lucky tonight?”

You roll your eyes. “Gross, definitely not.”

It would be easier if she wasn’t here. Your dad let her up a few hours ago and she burst into your room without knocking, going off about something Tiff had said or hadn’t said but had meant or whatever. You couldn’t tell her to leave, because then you’d have to acknowledge this date, and admit that you’d have liked to get ready—maybe touch up your makeup a little, do something with your hair. Then she’d think you cared.

And you can’t let her think you care.

Rolling off of your mattress, she joins you in the frame of your mirror, flipping through the pile of clothes. “It doesn’t matter what you wear,” she says, holding up a scoop-neck tank top, “he’s gonna spend the entire time staring at your tits.”

You keep looking through your closet, cheeks growing warmer. “That’s what I was trying to avoid.”

Amber rolls her eyes, pulling the shirt off its hanger. “Come on, don’t be such a prude. Give him a little show.”

There’s a knock on the door, and your shoulders sag in defeat. No time to argue now. You rip the top from her hands and throw it on before grabbing a jean jacket from your closet—just in case your parents decide now would be the perfect time to have a fit over what you choose to wear.

“Can’t wait to hear all about it,” Amber calls after you sarcastically. You wish her goodbye with your middle finger.

Your dad’s standing in the doorway, shaking hands with Klitz as you run down the stairs, and you can’t help but think about that animal birthing video your teacher forced you to watch in 9th grade science. He’s all trembly—unsteady on his feet, gangly like a baby deer trying to take its first steps.

You have to clear the butterflies from your throat before you speak. It’s been forever since you’ve been on a first date.

“Hey.”

He looks up to where you stand, and it’s a little cute the way he gapes. The butterflies come back with a vengeance.

You smile, and he flushes, wrestling his hand from your dad’s grip. “Oh, hey.”

That’s an improvement. He’s speaking more than one word to you now. Sort of.

Your dad watches the whole thing with a smug sort of grin, turning to you with his brows raised, and you know what he must be thinking. Can practically hear him say, thank god it’s this kid taking my daughter out tonight. He wouldn’t be brave enough to touch her with a ten foot pole.

And he’d be right about that.

You turn back to Klitz. “Are you ready to go?”

He nods, and you give your dad a one-armed hug goodbye. “I’ll be back around midnight?”

Your father just shrugs, happy as you’ve ever seen him meeting a boy. “Whatever’s fine; I wouldn’t want you to miss any of the movie. You both have fun—” he turns to Klitz, still grinning from ear to ear. “It was nice to meet you, Tim.”

He shuts the door behind you with a cheeky wink. God, that’s new. Your dad took one look at Klitz and completely forgot about your curfew. If you had known that, you’d have gone out with him ages ago.

You take his hand without even thinking about it.

No preparation—dead air to skin-on-skin contact in a blink of an eye—pulling him off your front porch and towards his car.

He’s not sure if he believes it, even now. He was expecting somebody else behind the door—some of your neanderthal friends to beat the shit out of him, maybe. Or maybe you’d let him spend the night on your porch, laughing with Amber as you watched him sob through the peephole.

Instead you’re here, holding his hand.

“Klitz?”

“Sorry, what?” he blushes, wiping his palm across his jeans before he opens the door for you. Had you said something? He hadn’t heard a word of it; too busy thinking about how soft the skin of your palm is. Thinking about how soft the rest of you must be.

And then he’s quite forcefully picturing Mrs. Strayer and her little Boxer, Biscuit, eating bites off her dollar menu cheeseburgers every afternoon, thinking about how she chomps right into that slobber-covered burger like her dog doesn’t eat its own shit.

“I was just saying” —you continue as he ducks into the driver’s seat, and he hates to admit it, but Eli was right. The dog thing is keeping his blood flowing to all the right places, and out of his crotch. Now he can actually hear when you speak— “that I’m sorry if my dad was weird at all.”

“No, it was fine.” It was not fine. Your dad had been a little too cheery, not even bothering with the classic if you even think about touching my daughter threats. And it’s not like he was going to try anything—god, he’s not delusional—but, you know, he didn’t want to be put in the friend zone so firmly by your dad.

You laugh, tucking your knees against his dashboard, smiling at him—so fucking pretty without even trying. He’s having trouble keeping his eyes on the road. “Okay, good. If he had scared you off I would have been pissed.”

Now he has to look at you. “What?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “I mean, you’re really smart, and funny, and—you know—cute. I’ve actually wanted to go out with you for a while now.”

Okay. So someone put you up to this. It’s the only logical explanation. Or maybe you have face blindness and you think you’re talking to someone else. Or Eli cornered you and made up some sob story about how Klitz only had six more weeks to live.

“Really?”

He can practically hear you rolling your eyes at him. “Why’re you so surprised?”

Because I own a mirror. It’s a self-deprecating thought, but not necessarily an inaccurate one. He knows why girls like you don’t typically talk to him, and it’s not just because he can’t run a whole mile without an inhaler. “I just didn’t think I was, you know, uh, your type.”

You’re studying him like a bug under a microscope, or an ant beneath a magnifying glass. The weight of your gaze burns. “Okay then, what’s my type?”

He resists the urge to say the obvious: Luke. It’s probably a bad idea to bring up your ex-boyfriend in the first ten minutes of his date with you. “Athletic, I guess? Blond?”

You actually make a face, nose scrunching up a little. “Not really, no. Those are just the kinds of guys I hang out with.”

Sounds like a flimsy excuse, but who is he to correct you when you’ve given him this chance? “Then- then what is your type?”

There’s a long pause, and he glances at you out of the corner of his eye. Your expression is surprisingly serious.

“I haven’t really thought about it. Nice, probably? A lot of the guys I know are assholes . . . most of my friends can be pretty big assholes, too . . .” you let your head fall back with a humorless laugh, “I don’t know what that makes me.”

Klitz furrows his brow. “You’re not an asshole.”

He wants to punch himself in the dick. Good job, Klitz, very romantic. Next you can tell her she doesn’t smell like shit.

You don’t smell like shit. You smell like a whole garden when it rains, and it’s filling up the car, burying itself into the upholstery. It makes him want to shove his nose against the seat and breathe in until he goes unconscious.

You laugh off his comment, slapping him lightly on the arm. “You’re sweet, Klitz.”

He’s got a little patch of buzzing nerves where you touched him, and he shrugs his shoulder, trying to get the feeling back. “No, really,” he doubles down, “I mean it . . . like, you’re the only one who laughs at Mr. Stern’s jokes in Chemistry.”

Your jaw drops in mock surprise. “Some of those are actually funny. ‘A-meano acid?’ come on.”

He should really stop talking, but his mouth is running off without him. “And you help Tiffany study for her every one of her precalc tests.”

You’ve made it to the theater, but you’re in no rush to get out of the car, watching him with an amused look. “How did you know about that?”

Klitz feels his face go hot. “I’ve just seen you in the library sometimes, that’s all.”

It’s a lot more than that—but he’s not going to tell you how much time he’s spent studying the shape of your lips from a few tables over, chin resting in one hand. He’s closer to your lips now than he’s ever really been—in the privacy of his car, alone in this parking lot. He’d just have to close a few feet of distance and then he’d be kissing you. He turns back to the wheel, face in flames.

“And- I mean, you’ve always been nice to me.”

There’s a sting of silence, and he glances at your hands, twisting in your lap. Your voice is quiet, and a little solemn. “Thanks.”

And then he sees your hands reaching for the door, erasing the tension from the car with a gust of fresh air. “We better go; the movie’s starting soon.”

He’d be fine to miss the movie if it meant you could spend a little more time alone with you here, but you’re already gone, at his window before he has a chance to even remove his seat belt.

The playful tone is back in your voice as he climbs from the driver’s seat.

“Are you scared?”

“No,” he lies, “are you?”

You just roll your eyes at him, reaching for his hand again, twining your fingers in between his.

Against his better judgment, he’s starting to wonder if this might be real.

#klitz fanfic #klitz x you #klitz the girl next door #klitz x reader #the girl next door #klitz #paul dano #dano nation #danonation #my writing

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patrickswhore · 3 years ago

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Karl Heisenberg X male reader

A/n: i couldn’t find any gifs of my daddy so I made one 😂 also sorry for not updating for a while, schools been tough but I’m in self isolation so I have plenty of time to write 😂 also light smut towards the end.

I stood at the back of my house, chopping wood for the burner. The snow fell heavy, making the wood crunch as it hit the cold ground.

I could see my breath as I breathed out in exhaustion. This winter was gonna be tough for me and my family. As the only man in my household and newly turned 21, I was just waiting for my sisters to play match makers and find me a young lady... hopefully that would be a while. In my village, being attracted to the same gender isn’t really a thing. So I’ll just have to suck it up, marry and have kids... you know, conform to society.

I walked inside with the lumber, shaking to get the snow off me like a wet dog. I placed it by the fireplace and threw a few blocks on the fire.

I hung my jacket on the coat rack and walked to the living room where my sister was sitting, chatting with a friend and drinking tea.

“Where’ve you been, (Y/N)? Fooling around with a lady?” My sister asked sarcastically, making fun of my lack of luck with women.

“Very funny, Paula” I rolled my eyes and walked into my moms bedroom, knocking softly on the door before entering.

Mother was laying in bed, looking at the ceiling. I knelt by her side, taking her hand. Ever since father passed away she hasn’t been the same, she lays in bed all day, not talking nor eating much.

“How are you feeling, mother?”

“....”

“I haven’t found a job yet.. but I promise I’ll find the money for your medicine, mother.... I promise”

She didn’t answer, she just kept on staring. I sighed and walked out the room, closing the door softly behind me.

“(Y/N), one of the neighbours came with this letter for you when you were out”

My sister handed me a letter, my name on the front in a crude handwriting. I opened the letter, it had a beautiful wax seal, decorated with a horse. The letter read:

Dear (Y/N)

Congratulations on your 21th birthday. You’ve been selected to come work for Karl Heisenberg at the factory on the outskirts of town. You’ve been selected because of your high grades and physical attributes. Please report to the factory as quickly as possible.

Kind regards, Karl Heisenberg.

My heart skipped a beat, Karl Heisenberg was asking me to come work for him. I couldn’t believe it, I rushed to me and my sisters room, quickly putting on some clean clothes and my prayer shoes. I ran into my mothers room, kneeling besides her once again.

“Mother, great news! I’m gonna go work for Lord Heisenberg...”

“.....”

“I love you mother, I’ll be back soon”

I rushed out, giving my sister a peak on the forehead and storming out the front door and into the freezing weather.

I walked up the hill to the metal doors, the factory was up and running, making a hell of a lot of noise. I banged on the heavy doors before it slowly opened on its own, revealing a room filled with scrap metal.

I heard the cracking sound of an intercom before hearing a low voice speaking.

“Ah! (Y/N) great you’re here so quickly. Please make your way to my office, all you have to do is make a left where you are and walk straight. It’s as easy as that, I’ll be waiting”

That must be lord Heisenberg speaking. I straighten up and walked as I had been instructed to. The condors were cramped and dimly lit by red lamps. I felt like the further into the factory I got, the more a putrid smell started to emerge. I finally reached the door, knocking two times.

“Yeah come on in!”

I slowly pushed open the metal door and was pleased that the wretched smell was now being overpowered by the scent of cigar smoke. There he sat, his back turned to me as I slowly shut the door. His hair was long and rugged, and he was toying with a small knife between his fingers.

“It’s great to finally meet you, (Y/N) (L/N). My men has had their eyes on you for a while, but you’re more impressive in person” the man stood up, he was taller then me to start with, but also physically more pumped. I was kinda scrawny, but the winter without my farther had put some meat on my bones.

“It’s an honor to be able to work for you, lord” I bowed my head slightly before looking up and finding him much closer then before. He put a finger under my chin, inspecting my face from different angels.

“My men were right, you surely are a very beautiful man”

My breath hitched in my throat.

“I beg you pardon?”

“Oh don’t play dumb with me, boy... we both know what you are”

“So that’s why you brought me here... not for work”

“Well a special kind of work, if you catch my drift”

“....”

He let go of my chin, moving a step back. I couldn’t deny it, he was extremely hot, but the thought of not being able to sustain my family drove me mad.

“Don’t worry, you’re getting a job at the factory too, and I’ll pay you handsomely for your services.. I know how much your family needs the money”

A stone lifted from my heart. What had I done for mother Miranda to gift me with such fortune? A well paying job and a handsome boss, who could ask for more?

“When do I start?”

“Well, immediately. But first, I have a question” he asked walking closer to me, slowly pushing me against the wall behind us. One hand on the wall besides my head and the other on my waist.

“Do you find me attractive?” His head was inching closer to my neck. His smell was intoxicating, a mix of sweat, cologne and rusty metal. I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Yes, very much”

“Good, because I need you to fix something for me” he grabbed my wrist with the hand from my waist and guided it to his crotch. I cupped his growing bugle as he made a low growling noise, almost like a dog. I started to softly stroke it as he removed his head from my neck, setting his hat on a nearby table before going back to my neck, kissing and biting along the side. I softly grabbed his dick, sending a shockwave through his body. He pulled back, looking at me through his sunglasses, I could slightly see his eyes which were full of lust. He put both his hands on my waist before moving me to the table, turning me around and bending me over it.

“You like that? You dirty man” he huffed, grinding against my ass, a hand on the back of my neck and another under my shirt on the small of my back.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you hear me?” He gave my ass a hard slap, I cried out in pleasure and surprise, gripping the edge of the table.

I could hear his belt buckle being undone as I waited. Suddenly a voice over the loud speakers outside.

“All four lords, report to the castle immediately. Glory be to mother Miranda”

“You have to be fucking kidding me, what does that super sized bitch want now?” He huffed in annoyance buckling his belt again. I stood up, sitting on the table which I had just been bent over.

“I’ll be back very soon” he placed himself between my legs and gave me a passionate kiss, I of course, kissed back.

He put on his hat before storming out the door. I sighed and hung my head. Fuck...

Bonus:

“You’re late, Heisenberg” Alcina snapped as Karl stomped inside.

“I was in the middle of something”

“In the middle of what? You’re such a-“ she stopped dead in her tracks as Karl sat down, completely forgetting about his huge bulge.

“Oh.. I see, you’ve gotten a bit too happy for one of your experiments again”

Karls eyes widened as he swung his jacket over his lap, covering his crotch.

“Shut up bitch, and stop looking at my dick”

“ watch your mouth, child. Moreau, wanna bet on how long this one is gonna last until he kills him?”

Moreau giggled before getting hit in the back with a sheet of metal.

“Not this one, freak!.... this one is different”

“Mhmm, let’s see about that”

“I’ll rip your fucking over sized head off, you stupid bitch!” The hammer flew into Karls hand before Miranda interrupted.

“I’ll fucking show you... he’s the one”

#gay fanfic #gay fanfiction #male reader #x male reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8 x reader #resident evil 8 x male reader #resident evil x male reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenberg x you #Karl heisenberg x male reader #Karl Heisenberg gay

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kirishimaswife2819 · 4 years ago

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When Their S/o is on Their Period || BNHA Boy Headcanons

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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Fem!Reader, and Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader

Summary: How the boys act when you’re on your period

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: I wrote this because my period is supposed to come in like two days and I am not very excited at all. Anyway, I hope you like these headcanons, and requests are still open and all that, just read the rules first. Also, thanks for everyone who has liked/reblogged any of my posts or even followed me, I really appreciate it. Hope you all have a great day/night! :) -Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

If you don’t tell him ahead of time that you’re going to be on your period and you snap at him he’s gonna get so upset

Like he’s going to think about every little thing that happened for the past few weeks and try to see where he went wrong

Then when you tell him you’re on your period, he’s going to just freeze, and then start to panic

His face gets all red, but he still asks if you if you need anything

If you send this boy to the store to get pads/tampons, expect him to be gone for a solid few hours

When he firsts gets to aisle, he stands there, because he knows absolutely nothing about pad/tampons, and he doesn’t know what brand to get

So then, he takes out his phone and starts typing, and trying to do research, but google isn’t helping him decide what to get at all

So, then the nice old lady restocking the shelves, offers to help, noticing how he’s panicking

He still ends up getting a few different brands, but that’s okay

If you get bad cramps, like really bad, he’s definitely going to cry

He hates seeing you in pain

If you are having cramps he’ll give you some medicine he bought and offer you a heating pad

After he gets you feeling a little better, he’s going to give you all the snacks he got you and offer to cuddle and watch whatever you want with him

Overall, even though he gets really embarrassed about it, he’ll still help you if you need him to

Katsuki Bakugou:

If you snap at him, he’s going to like brush it off, but after the second or third time he’s going to go off on you

But once you tell him you’re on your period he’s going to be so confused

Not because he doesn’t know what it is, but because he has no clue what he’s supposed to do about it

He’ll apologize for going off on you

By apologize I mean that he’ll mumble sorry under his breath so that you can barely hear it

But I mean it’s Bakugou, so just take what you can get

He probably wouldn’t offer to go anywhere to get you anything

But if you ask him, he’ll go (Only after complaining the whole time getting ready to leave though)

He’s going to make sure you tell him what brand of pads/tampons to get so he doesn’t have to embarrass himself in front of people in the store

If the cashier says one word about him buying them or gives him a weird look, he’s going to get very pissed

“They’re for my girlfriend, now stop giving me weird ass looks and comments and just scan the damn things!”

He’ll probably end up grabbing more snacks or chocolate than you asked for but if you ask why he did that, he’s going to say it was a total accident, even though it wasn’t

After he brings you the stuff he’ll just crash in your bed, and demand cuddles

But he won’t ask, he’ll just pull you to him and cuddle you

The first time you’re on your period around him, he’s pretty embarrassed but hides it, but with time, he gets used to it and it doesn’t bother him anymore

Although no matter if he’s sixteen and buying pads/tampons for you or seventy and buying pads/tampons for you, he’s still going to end up yelling at the poor cashier, even if they don’t comment or give him a look

Eijiro Kirishima:

I may be a bit biased because I absolutely love Kirishima (if you couldn’t tell), but I am convinced that he would be the best boyfriend in every way

And that includes when you’re on your period

If you snap at him, he’s going to get a little upset, but immediately ask what’s wrong and try to figure out what the issue is

After you tell him, he’s going to panic but hide it so he doesn’t alarm you

Immediately offers to go get you anything you need

But he’s so eager to help you out, he forgets to ask what brand of pads or tampons to buy

So now he’s in the feminine hygiene product aisle, standing next to some twelve year old girl whose low key too embarrassed to grab a box of pads in front of some teenage boy

So she’s just standing there, waiting for him to leave, but he’s trying to figure out which box to buy, so he’s like looking at all of them and picking them up, trying to figure out the difference between all of them

And the girl goes to quickly grab a box and run off, but then he speaks

“Wait, can you help me?”

And the girl low key just wants to disappear right then and there, but she helps him anyway

This man walks away with a few different brands of pads/tampons in his arms not realizing he just traumatized some little girl by asking her for advice on getting his girlfriend pads/tampons

Then he grabs you some snacks, medicine, and whatever else you wanted, before checking out and leaving

He like rushes home because he was taking so long and he was worried about you

But when he like bursts into your room, you’re literally fine, and just chilling eating some stale chips, and watching some Netflix

Kirishima immediately takes away your stale chips, and gives you the stuff he bought

So now you guys are eating the new and not stale chips while binge watching your favorite Netflix show for the fiftieth time

Shoto Todoroki:

I only have three words: Human Heating Pad

But seriously, if you have cramps, and you tell him heat helps, he’s definitely going to offer for you to use his hand as a heating pad

Once he learns that you’re on your period, he’s going to try his best to help, but he knows nothing about them despite having a sister

After taking a moment to compose himself after initial shock of you telling him, he’s going to offer to go to the store for you

So, now he’s in the aisle, trying to figure out what brand to get

He had tried calling you, but you must of been napping, because you didn’t pick up

Eventually he decides to call his sister and ask for some help

His sister proceeds to tell him about pads and tampons and how they work

He ends up writing some of the stuff down in his notes on his phone so he knows for next time and doesn’t forget

Then he’ll get whatever else you want

He’ll probably end up grabbing something extra too

Like a little gift such a plushie or a necklace, since he now knows periods really suck

He ends up getting you a gift every time your on your period (with Endeavor’s credit card of course), so it kind of morphs into a little tradition even though you insist that he doesn’t need to do it

But once he returns to home, you apologize for not answering, since you were in fact napping, but he quickly shuts you down and gives you everything he had got for you

Then you use his hand as your personal heating pad and talk about your lives

Overall, he’s pretty calm about the situation, and doesn’t make it a bigger deal than it needs to be

Denki Kaminari:

When you snap, or if you snap, he’s probably just going to brush it off

But the second time you snap at him, he makes some dumb remark

Probably something like, “Damn is it that time of the month or something?”

That gets him a textbook to his face

He’s honestly surprised with your response to his question

“Actually, yeah! Asshole! Now, if you’re gonna be a jerk, get the hell out and leave me alone!”

He was only joking and didn’t expect you to actually say yes

After you admit that you being on your period is the problem, he doesn’t know what to do

He knows the basics of a period, he knows you bleed, and like chocolate, and you sometimes get cramps, but other than that he has no idea how to handle the situation

After a moment of trying to figure out what to do, he asks if you need anything

Now he’s in the store, trying to figure out what a ‘flow’ is, and why pads and tampons are so expensive

He ends up calling Kirishima to come help, who has no clue what to do either

Then they turn it into a group call by adding Bakugou and Sero

Bakugou calls them ‘fucking stupid’ but doesn’t know shit about periods either so when they ask him for help he makes up some excuse for not telling Kaminari what to do

Sero is actually helpful and tells him to just get one of each type of flow, since Kaminari refuses to call you and ask (R.I.P. Kaminari’s wallet)

Kaminari thanks him, and then they end the call

Then he gets whatever else you asked for, before heading home

When he gets there, he awkwardly hands you the bag and asks if you need anything else

When you say you want him to stay, he’s immediately jumping into your bed and cuddling with you

He thought since you were on your period, you wouldn’t want to be around him and it low key made him kind of sad, cause he would miss you

Then you guys spend the rest of the night scrolling through Tik Tok, and laughing along to videos

At some point, you end up seeing the thing girls do on Tik Tok where they ask their boyfriend’s how pads work

When Kaminari continues watching the video, and learns how pads actually work, he’s like turns to you and is like

“Wait, the sticky part doesn’t stick to your vagina?”

Somebody please help this poor idiot

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cherrydreamer · 3 years ago

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Once he’s managed to get a handle on breathing by himself, and he’s no longer relying on tubes to handle the messiest of his bodily functions, Billy turns his attention to his next priority. Trivial as it might sound, especially from someone with half a hole still healing in his chest, Billy is absolutely desperate not to let his schoolwork slip. He needs those grades, they're his exit plan, especially now it looks like his chances of a sports scholarship are pretty much in the dust. His only hope for a decent future somewhere far away from this shitty town. But his hands are fucked. Totally messed up. So he plays the 'Hey, I died for you and your friends' card and ropes Max in to be his scribe, has her perched by the bed, pen and paper in hand, ready to jot down his every thought on the failure of The American Dream in The Great Gatsby. It lasts for three sentences. And then Billy gets a glimpse at Max’s chicken scratch and pitches a fit, while Max rolls her eyes and accuses him of being a ‘sexist pig’ for assuming that she’d have pretty handwriting just because she’s a girl, before she storms out of the room only pausing at the door to hurl the pen at his head and snap, “And you’re stupid too, because Steve’s got nicer handwriting than anyone and he’s a boy.” And, well, if that doesn’t just give Billy an idea.

This time he gets to play the, ‘You totally fucked up my car’ card, and now he’s got Steve Harrington sitting in the plastic chair beside his bed, one knee bent up so he can lean a pad of paper against it, his tongue poking out as his hand flies across the page, trying to keep up. And Max wasn’t wrong. Steve does have good handwriting. But he also has a distracting way of stretching himself out from his hunched over position, leaning this way and that to relieve the ache in his back, and making a damn indecent moan when he finally gets his spine to crack. And he also has an adorable habit of crinkling his nose and scratching his head with the pen before he asks Billy to spell a word, a common enough occurrence that Billy only has to see the pen heading towards those brown waves before he’s sounding it all out like a kindergarten teacher. And the even more adorable habit of letting out a little ‘whoa! whoa!’ when Billy’s really on a roll, and Steve’s doing his damnedest to catch every word. And then there’s the smile. The soft, warm one that comes out when Billy’s meds are wearing off, and his voice starts to get slow and his eyes start to droop. The smile that always leads to, “Hey Bill, my hand’s kinda cramping. Gonna grab some coffee, OK? You want anything?” or “Dude, the pen’s running out. Let’s do the rest tomorrow, yeah?” and then leads to Steve coming back with coffees and candy bars and, on one unforgettable occasion, two bowls of the Mystery Meat Special from the hospital canteen. And later there’s the way that Steve just waves away Billy’s stuttered out apologies and, instead, sits himself right down on Billy’s bed and snatches up the television remote to turn on whatever dumb show has captured his interest that week. Water under the bridge, man. You wanna watch Airwolf? And then there’s rambling conversations and laughter and the heat of Steve’s arm resting against Billy’s, and the weight of his head against Billy’s shoulder when he hasn’t slept well the night before, and the comfort of his hands when Billy’s having a particularly bad day and the tears just won’t stop falling. And eventually, when both of them finally stop being idiots and when Steve doesn’t turn away after they both recover from a giggling fit and instead leans closer and closes his eyes, eventually, there’s the soft press of Steve’s lips against Billy’s, and then it happens again and again, enough times that Billy knows he’s not getting his essays finished any time soon. But he doesn’t care. Because now Billy’s got an exit plan that doesn’t rely on straight As and free rides. Now he’s got Steve sitting beside him again, fingers tracing a map and talking eagerly about towns to stop in and motels they can rent for cheap and all the shitty roadside attractions that they’ve gotta see. Now he’s got Steve’s pretty handwriting forming the words ‘California Road Trip Plan’ on a sheet of paper And Billy glances down at the rest of the page, the blank space just waiting to be filled. And he can’t wait.

#harringrove #cherrywrites #fluff #god it's the same thing i write every time #billy healing #steve helping #and then they both go to cali #and you will pry this trope out of my cold dead hands because I LOVE IT

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kaunis-sielu · 3 years ago

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Fire Dogs: End

The trip out to New York is uneventful. You sleep in the car occasionally but you do stop at a couple of hotels you never sleep super well. Besides there’s something about being in a car with your Alpha that just soothes you to sleep. You wake at one point and hear him talking softly on the phone.

“Nat, I don’t want a big party. It’s going to stress her out and she’s probably going to be close to a heat so I don’t want a ton of people around. Just you, Clint, Wanda, Carol and Jarvis.”

“Everyone is so excited though.”

“They’re going to have to wait. Her well-being is my first concern.”

“Steve,”

“Natasha.” He warns lowly and you hear her sigh.

“Fine. Fine. I’ve got a few places lined up for you to look at as well as a property so if building your own place is more appealing you can do that. I don’t know how sensitive your Omega’s nose is.”

“I doubt she does either. We’re about four hours out. Thanks for doing all of this Nat.”

“I’m glad you finally found someone worthy of you Alpha.” You don’t love that she calls him Alpha, so you take a deep breath so Steve knows that you’re awake.

“Thank you Natasha. See you soon.”

“Bye.” She says and Steve hangs up.

“How much did you hear?”

“Her call you Alpha.” You admit grumpily and he laughs softly.

“Are you a little jealous?” When you grumble in response he sobers up, “They all do that Omega, not just Natasha. It’s a respect thing.”

“It was jarring. You’re my Alpha.”

“I know, I’m sorry I should’ve warned you.” He soothes, his hand is warm on your thigh when he reaches over. You trace the back of his hand with one of your fingers.

“How close are we?”

“About 4 hours, you need to stop?”

“No, I was just curious. I’m nervous too, I’m meeting your pack.”

“You’re only meeting a couple today. The rest will trickle in when you’re ready, take as long as you need.”

“Okay, thank you.”

The rest of the ride is spent in comfortable conversation and singing along to the radio. He puts you at such ease that you forget to be anxious, at least until Steve pulls off of the freeway.

“Take a breath Honey, it’s going to be fine.” He promises and you cling to his hand as he drives for a couple more minutes then pulls up to a little house. “Let me know when you’re ready to go in.”

“Can, god this is so stupid, can you calm me?”

“Oh Honey I can absolutely do that. C’mere.” He mutters before kissing you softly, his hands cup your face and you feel the sense of calm wash over you. He pulls away from you then kisses along your jaw, before covering your mouth once more. “How do you feel Omega?” He murmurs softly and you hum lowly.

“Good.”

“Ready?”

“Yes, as I will ever be.” His calm makes you feel a little drowsy but it’s better than the panic you could be in. Steve gets out of the car and you follow him, Cooper waits patiently in the back to be let out. You take his leash and he walks calmly next to you, Steve meets you at the front of the car. He takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze,

“I don’t think anyone is here yet.” Sure enough when he unlocks the door the house is empty.

“Oh god it smells good in here.” You mutter softly, “Can I let Cooper wander?”

“It’s your house too now Honey. You don’t have to ask.” You unhook Cooper’s leash and he wanders around the living room. “You look good in here, you belong here.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me Steve.” You tell him giving him a tight hug.

“Oh Honey.” He says gently before kissing your cheek. “Wanna see the house?” You nod and he leads you through the house showing you where things are. The doorbell rings and you tense up and the calm washes over you again as Steve presses a kiss to the side of your head. Cooper barks and you can’t help but smile at the familiarity of it all.

“Thanks Steve.” You follow him downstairs and when the door opens it’s just Sam and Bucky and a pretty blonde woman who you assume is Carol.

“Had to fight Becca to get her to stay home.” Bucky says with a punch to Steve’s arm, “thought she was gonna scream me to death when I told her ‘bout your Omega.” Carol gives you a kind smile as she follows Sam into the house, she smells like Oranges and chocolate.

“Wish she would’ve screamed you to death. Then we wouldn’t have to listen to your dumb ass anymore.” Sam says lowly.

“I see the two of you have had enough time together.” Carol says with a laugh, “Hi Fawn, I’m Carol. Sam’s much, much better half.” She doesn’t try to shake your hand or touch you in anyway which you appreciate.

“Hi, thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for spoiling Sam, he says you’re one hell of a cook.” She says kindly, “We live right next door so when the boys are at work feel free to call if you need anything.” She puts a business card down on the end table then drops down onto Sam’s lap.

Next comes a young woman with auburn hair and a tall man with purple hair. Steve introduces them as Wanda, an Alpha and Viz, a Beta. They’re one of the newer pairs in Steve’s pack but it seems like everyone was just kind of waiting for it to happen. Wanda is a calm in the storm that is the three other Alpha’s currently wresting for control of the remote on your couch.

“Enough.” Steve growls at the three of them as their scents spike and you bury your face into his chest.

Natasha and Clint come next, Nat is the one that you’d heard on the phone earlier and when you see her that little possessiveness rears it’s head. She’s beautiful. “Omega.” Steve rumbles into your ear and you feel so silly for being jealous of her using his title.

“You didn’t do her justice Rogers.” She says giving you a kind smile, one you tightly return. She and Clint are both Betas, she’s more smoky smelling and he’s more earthy but both are pleasant. She calls Steve Alpha once but he quickly pulls her aside and after they talk quietly she doesn’t do it again. Overall the night is a success, and you go to bed happy.

The next day is spent looking at different houses they’re about thirty minutes outside of the city. The first neither of you is thrilled with, the second doesn’t have a yard for Cooper, the third is off a busy street and smells terrible but when you pull up to the plot of land it all clicks.

“Would you be mad if I said I wanted to build?” You ask Steve as you stand at the top of the hill the property is on. The view here is incredible overlooking a river and some woods below you.

“Not at all.” He assures you, a hand on the small of your back, “whatever it takes to make you happy.”

“It’s going to be so expensive.”

“That’s okay. I’m independently wealthy.” You stare up at him for a second to see if his kidding,

“I’m sorry what?”

“Old money. If you didn’t want to you’d never have to do another book again.”

“Why are you a firefighter?”

“I like serving the community, and I’m good at it.” You stare at him for a moment longer then look back out over the property.

“This feels right doesn’t it?”

“Yea Honey it does.” He agrees, so you sign some paperwork and buy the plot of land. You want to get building started before your heat hits and you smell like an Omega and you do so just in time. Apparently Clint runs a very successful construction firm so you get the layout of the house done in two days.

When you wake on the third day you know you’re in your heat. You wake up feeling just as tired as you did yesterday and everything smells so bad except Steve. He goes to get up and you whimper softly, and he freezes as you reach out to him.

“Honey are you in heat?”

“I think so. It’s been so long since I’ve had an actual heat.”

“Do you want to talk to one of our Omegas?”

“You actually have those?” He huffs out a chuckle.

“Yea, not many but we do. Becca is one.” A cramp hits and you gasp in surprise. Steve reaches for his phone and you grab onto his arm.

“No, I just need you Steve.”

“Omega are you sure?”

“Yes, please Steve. I wanted to be sure that without my suppressants you were still my Alpha. You are. Please.” He rolls so that he’s on top of you, his knees between yours an arm on either side of your head and his scent all around you. “You smell so good Steve.”

“So do you Omega.” He grumbles he’s about to kiss you when his phone rings. You both groan loudly before he rolls off of you and grabs it.

“What?” Someone on the other end talks, “No, my Omega is in heat.” He says before hanging up. The phone rings again before he even puts it down so he stalks to the window, opens it and throws the phone outside.

“You know there is such thing as a power button.”

“I was going to smash it so I feel like I should get some credit for my self control.” He says stalking back toward you. This time his mouth finds yours before he’s settled back over you, his dog tags hit your chest and you cling to them keeping him close to you. Steve kisses down your jaw to your pulse point then down to your scent gland.

“Do it.” You whisper, “please.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” You’ve never been more sure about anything in your life. You feel his breath on your scent gland and you take a slow breath, then he bites. The pain and pleasure are so overwhelming that you black out. When you come to Steve is still placing soft kisses to your face.

“Omega. You back?”

“That was- indescribable. Thank you Alpha.”

“Careful Honey or you’re going to trigger my rut and then I won’t be able to spoil you.”

“I don’t need to be spoiled.”

“Too damn bad Honey. You’re going to be for the rest of your life. Now, I’m gonna go make some breakfast Becca always said day two was the harder day so I want to make sure you’re up to strength.” He goes to get up but you’ve still got a grip on his dog tags. “Omega.”

“You don’t wanna? I mean I thought-“

“Oh Omega I want you, terribly, but I don’t want to wear you out for tomorrow. From what I remember day one is for lots of sleep and comfort, day two is for sex and day three is for more sleep and comfort. Do you want me to have Bucky come take Cooper?”

“Yea. But you’ll have to go get your phone.”

“Damn it.” He grumbles but he gets to his feet, grabs the shirt he was wearing before bed and passes it to you before getting a clean one for himself. You pull his shirt on and sigh happily brushing your fingers gently over his mark. Steve glances over at you and gives you a small smile then holds a hand out for yours. “Wanna come with me to the kitchen? I can kiss ya some more while we cook.” You nod and climb out of bed with a wide smile taking the hand he offers, you’ll gladly go wherever he goes for rest of your life.

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backtobackbakubabe · 3 years ago

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Speak Easy Part 5

Bakugo x Reader, Dabi x Reader

Words : 4804

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Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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It had been a few days since Bakugo had visited. Dabi was so torn between wanting to punish you for being a brat and praising you for finally walking. On one hand it was a law that you worked out every day. It was in writing and you had tried to tell him you weren’t going to do it.

Part of him knew he was only so worked up over it because it had happened in front of Bakugo. If it had happened any other day, he would have given you a quick spank and just thrown your ass in the pool anyways.

The look on your face had made it worth it though. To see that tenacious side of you, the one that looked like it was ready for a fight… Yeah, he could get used to seeing that look.

Then there was the aftercare of your little outburst. You had let him hold you all night. He didn’t know if that was intentional or if you had only reached for him in sleep out of instinct. He remembered how you had reached for Bakugo and it gave him a headache. For now, he chose to not make a big deal about it.

It had been a long day and you were ready to pass out. Dabi had taken the training wheels off and was starting to make you walk more and more on your own without his help. He was always quick to laugh when you fell on your ass with a taunt of, “You look like Shoto when he was a toddler. Don’t worry I didn’t help him either.” The only time he did help you, was to help you into the high barstool at the kitchen island. Making more jokes about you needing help getting into your highchair and asking if you needed him to feed you too.

You didn’t know if it was the fatigue or the teasing, but something had you in a foul mood. You flipped him off, ~I hate you~.

Dabi’s eyes softened in an almost annoyingly affectionate way, “No you don’t.” He handed you the bowl of ice cream you had begged for. “Good work today. I gave you an extra scoop.” He winked, took out his own spoon, and quickly stole a bite.

Your mouth hung open at his audacity. ~No! Wrong! Hate!~

He laughed loudly, “I said I gave you an extra scoop! You’re not gonna miss one bite!” He reached his spoon back out, “Just for that I’m gonna take another.”

You smacked his hand away and furrowed your eyebrows at him, ~Mine.~

He feigned shock, “I’m sorry… did you just… hit me?”

You stuck your tongue out at him and shoveled a huge bite of ice cream into your mouth. It was way too much and if you weren’t so intent on being a brat you would have laughed. Dabi however was in no laughing mood as he saw the melted ice cream dripping down your chin.

He reached out squished your cheeks together with one hand. He hovered over you, enjoying the height difference and absolutely losing it over the look of pure innocence in your eyes as the ice cream continued to slip past your lips. He leaned closer to you and whispered in a husky voice, “You’re making a mess… Now. Swallow.”

Your eyes connected with his and you obediently swallowed what was left of the ice cream. He swiped a thumb across your bottom lip to collect what was left before sucking into his mouth all the while keeping his eyes focused on yours.

You swear he was leaning in even closer when the loud clanging of your spoon hitting the table broke you apart.

He cleared his throat and pushed himself away from you. You had to focus really hard on not pouting. Why were you disappointed? Had you wanted him to kiss you? Or were you just horny again? This was a question you had been faced with a lot in your adult life, because as much as you hate to admit it… your quirk does make you a total horn dog. It’s been what? YEARS since you had good and proper sex.

You shuddered as you remembered back to the lab. You had sex there a few times… but… you couldn’t really say if it was any good on the account that you don’t remember most of it. What you did remember, you wish you didn’t. They hadn’t called it sex… they called it ‘research’, and boy where they a fan of their research.

Dabi lifted your chin to force you to look at him, “Hey where did you go just now?” He saw the tears pooling in your eyes and he felt a spike of panic at the thought the he was the cause of them. “Hey… hey I’m sorry. I take things too far sometimes.” He went to lower his hand but your gripped it and brought it back to your face. Needing his presence to anchor you to the present before you spiraled into memories of the past.

“Take a deep breath for me, okay. I need you to take a deep breath then I need you to hold it until I say so. Can you do that?” You hadn’t even realized your breathing had started to tighten until he said something. You nodded slowly as you tried to remember back to your hero training. You took a deep breath in through your nose. “Good girl. Now hold it and count to ten.” You did as he said before letting a shaky breath out of your mouth. “You’re doing great, just keep doing that. Is it okay if I pick you up?”

Your eyes widened. Did you want to be held? Or did you want to lock yourself in your room. You didn’t even know. You didn’t know what you wanted right now, what you needed. Would you find comfort in his embrace, or would you feel confined? So, you just stared back at him and shrugged.

“Law number one. I need a yes or no. You can do that. I know you can.” You gulped and nodded your head. He picked you up, but instead of picking you up bridal style like he usually did, he picked you up like he would a child. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

He walked you back to your room abandoning the rest of the ice cream to melt on the counter. You buried you face into his neck and you felt his fingers comb through your hair. He sat down on the bed and pulled you close to him. “I’ve had my fair share of anxiety attacks. They suck… ass. I get that. The only thing you can do is breath and try and clear you mind.” He continued to run his fingers through your hair, and you could feel your heartbeat start to slow down to match his. “So, uh… I guess I’ll try to distract you. I could tell you a story about me. Would you like that?”

You could already feel yourself starting to calm down, but you didn’t want to pass up on an opportunity to learn more about him, so you simply nodded and burrowed further into him.

You could feel him shift uncomfortably underneath you. “When I first got away from my family. I was just a dumb kid. I was angry and hell bent on proving to anyone who even looked my way that I was strong. Once I was running an errand for the league at a local market and I saw Shoto. It was after his accident, but his hair was a dead giveaway. He was there with Fuyumi, I think she was just trying to keep him busy.”

He leaned back and pulled you with him making the two of you more comfortable. “I saw his scar and was so sure that our dad did it. I was ready to hunt him down and kick his ass.” He sighed before letting out a small chuckle, “But then the squirt did the weirdest thing. It was like he was drawn to me. I looked nothing like the brother he knew. Black hair, scars, and staples, But he broke free of Fuyumi and ran straight towards me. Out of instinct I leaned down to pick him up, but he stopped right as he got to me. He put a hand up to my face and then to his own scar. He looked me square in the eyes and said ‘Ouch’ and then just ran away.”

You smiled, that definitely sounded like Todoroki. The more you thought about it, there were definitely some small similarities between the two brothers. Not that you’d mention that to either of them.

Dabi continued to talk and tell you stories until you eventually drifted off into dreams of young Dabi and what he would have been like. Your mind conjured up images of him in a UA uniform. Him competing in a sports festival. Him in a library studying for exams.

Unfortunately, your dreams didn’t last long. You woke a few hours later with a stabbing pain in your abdomen. You whimpered as you tried to roll over in an attempt to find a position that would alleviate the pain. Instead you rolled straight into the lean body of Dabi. Oh no. Dabi. You needed to get cleaned up before he woke up.

You tried to roll away from him, but his arm snaked around you and pulled you closer, “Y/n? What’s wrong? Have a bad dream?” He remembered that he wasn’t going to get a verbal answer, so he opened his eyes to see you looking absolutely miserable. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

You nodded but then winced when a really bad cramp rocked through you. You had always had really painful periods, but you hadn’t had to feel it in it’s full affects in years.

“Bullshit, you don’t look okay. Are you sick?”

Not even bothering to answer, you pushed away from him and slowly made your way to the bathroom. He leaned over to turn the bedside lamp on and that’s when it clicked for him. “Holy shit! How are you even alive, that’s a fuck ton of blood. I’ve been stabbed before and I didn’t bleed that much.”

You knew he was just being dramatic, but it still made you cringe that he was witnessing this. You could hear him stripping the sheets as you turned the shower on. Now all your recent mood swings made sense. Just last night you had been pissed, horny, and crying all in the span of several minutes. Stupid hormones.

When you stepped out of the shower there was a box of tampons and a box of pads sitting on the counter next to the sink. Just seeing them made you pout. You fucking hated your period.

You stepped out once you were dressed and heard the buzz of the dryer. Surely there was no way Dabi had cleaned the sheet that fast. You walked out of the bedroom to see him rushing towards you with a massive blanket. He stopped when he saw you standing in the hallway. “Uh… okay. So, game plan. I warmed up a blanket. I have Fruits Basket queued up and chocolate chip pancakes are on stand bye.”

Your eyes widened ~How?~

“How what? How did I know?” You nodded and he you swear to god he blushed. “I uh… I may have texted my brother. Who texted Bakugo, who called me, and now here we are.”

That made more sense. Katsuki had always been the only one who could handle your mood swings when you were menstruating. Everyone else claimed you were too scary. When you were younger your quirk would become unpredictable and it would randomly activate at the most inconvenient times. Your quirk used to be heavily influenced by your emotions, and when your monthly cycle came around it was almost impossible to control your emotions.

It took him a few tries but eventually Katsuki got the routine down. Warm blanket, something sweet, and some sappy anime, which we’d never admit it, but he actually loved.

You accepted the blanket from him and hobbled towards the couch. You pulled your knees to your chest in an attempt to get comfortable. Dabi disappeared but quickly returned with the pancakes. “I’m an idiot for not thinking about this. It obviously was going to happen at some point. You’ve been here for about three weeks.”

~Thank you~ You took the pancakes from him and he gave you a weird look.

“Okay I’m not good at the whole taking care of others thing. So… do I leave you alone? Do you expect me to watch this shit with you?”

You glared at him as you ate your pancakes and because you were already in a bad mood… you shrugged. Did you do it on purpose to piss him off. Of course.

He growled before throwing himself down on the couch next to you. “You’re lucky you don’t feel good you fucking brat. I’m really trying to be nice.”

You ignored him and hit play. You knew you were being ridiculous, but you also couldn’t stop yourself. It was like you wanted his attention any way you could get it. You finished your pancakes and were about two episodes into the show, but your cramps hadn’t subsided. You whined as you hugged the blanket around you and started to toss around trying to find a position, any position that would help with your cramps.

You thought Dabi had fallen back asleep, so you were scared shitless when his arms wrapped around you and pulled you down onto his chest. He was laying on his back pinning your chest to his. You could barely see the blue of his eyes in the dark. He looked so tired though. “Just smack me if it’s too much… but do you trust me?”

You bit your lip but nodded anyways. You knew by now that Dabi would stop if you asked him to. So, while you were nervous about what he was going to do, you also trusted him to listen to you.

He reached his hands around and pushed his hands just past the waistband of your sleeping shorts. Your breath hitched but his hands stopped there. You wondered what he was doing, but then his hands started to heat up and oh shit did it feel good. It was like he was your own personal heating pad.

You hummed into his neck and shifted a little bit to sink further into him. You hiked one of your legs up and wiggled to push yourself into his hands more, chasing the warm comfort.

You stayed like that for a while. The tops of his fingers ghosting over the curve of your ass as his palms pressed into your lower back. It was honestly impressive how he his hands were just hot enough to feel good without burning you.

Dabi sucked in a breath, “You like that huh?” He pulled you closer to him. His hands started to knead into your lower back as he buried his nose into your hair. You let out a groan at how good it felt. Before you could stop yourself you grinded down on his thigh. “Oh, you really like it…” You could hear the playful note in his voice. “Like I said… stop me if it’s too much.”

You knew what direction this was heading, and you didn’t care because it felt so good. His hands slipped lower and grabbed your ass and started to massage your cheeks before pulling you down hard into his thigh. “I heard somewhere…” His mouth was at your ear now nipping at the shell of it. “That the best thing for period cramps…” He moved his thigh up to meet your center as his hands pulled you down and moved you back and forth. “Is an orgasm.” Your fingers found his shirt and gripped onto it while you started to ride his thigh. “I would be selfish not to help you out.” His lips found your neck and he pressed gentle featherlike kisses there, making you sigh. “Take what you need from me baby.”

He gave your ass a hard squeeze before giving it a slap. “Fuck, your ass is perfect.” He gripped your hair and pulled you back and his lips met yours and you moaned at how delicious it was. This. This is what you needed. You needed someone to make you forget. To make you feel like you weren’t some fragile and broken toy. He was letting you take the lead while he maintained all of the control.

Your hand reached up and cupped his cheek. Your quirk activated and in your touch you could feel his overwhelming desire. You could also feel hesitation. He must be worried about pushing you too far. You pushed your lust back at him through your touch to reassure him you were more than okay this. He growled and deepened your kiss before yanking himself away. “Fuck Y/n! I-I think you’re quirk triggered. You smell… god you smell so fucking good!”

You grit your teeth. You wanted to tell him sorry, but the words wouldn’t leave your lips. His hands came to your hips and pulled you, so you were now grinding on his already hard dick. Your hands stopped his as you shook your head no. Now you were worried you were the one taking advantage of him. You knew your smell could be overwhelming.

He panted as he bucked up, “No, please don’t stop on my account. It’s fucking hot. I promise you y/n… if you ever let me…” One of his hands found it’s way back to your ass while the other snaked into your shorts and started to rub your clit through your underwear. “I’ll show you what it feels like to be fucking worshiped.”

You felt your orgasm quickly building and Dabi could tell. He could see the way your chest heaved and he could feel the way you began to frantically snap your hips. He kissed up your neck while he picked up the speed on your clit. “You want to know why?” He bucked his hips hard up into yours. “Because you’re a good girl. You are MY good girl.”

That was all you needed. You shook and your thighs squeezed around him. He kept going to help you ride it out as long as possible. You felt all your tension bleed out. All of the stress of the past couple days, hell the past couple weeks, didn’t even matter anymore. And all you did was ride his thigh.

When you finally had enough you grabbed his hand and squeezed. Panting you nuzzled back up to him and his hands trailed up and down your spine. “That’s my girl. Good job.” He kissed the top of your head and pulled the blanket back up over you. “Now let’s get some sleep.” We can skip the routine tomorrow. We can just do this instead. One day off won’t kill you.”

You hummed as you melted into him. Your eyes drooped closed and the last thing you remembered was Dabi grabbing your thigh and hitching your leg over his waist.

“The gag won’t be enough. We need to make sure she doesn’t even have the option of talking.” That voice sent chills down your spine. It belonged to the man you only knew as Dr. A3. They never used their names around you. Just an extra precaution in case you were to escape. Dr. A3 was the one who seemed to be in charge of all our your “experiments”. He was psychotic and you hate him with every cell in your body.

You were back on that table. You opened your eyes, but you couldn’t see anything but the blindfold.

“I can handle that, but my quirk will eventually ware off.” That was Cogernot. He was technically a villain who was being held in the same way you were. His quirk allowed him to manipulate with people’s cognition. He could turn off your senses, mess with your memories, and so much more. It was common that they grouped the two of you together in the lab.

“That’s fine how long do you think it’ll last?”

Cogernot sighed, “It’s different with every person but the more often I do it the longer it’ll last. But you have to be careful. If I mess with her too much it could become permanent.”

Dr. A3 laughed, “You say that as if it’s a bad thing. If that girl were able to talk, she could easily escape, or even worse she could make us all kill one another.” He ran a hand through your tangled hair and you winced in pain. “Besides girls like her are meant to be seen and not heard. We have another girl here who can walk through people’s dreams and convince them to do all kinds of stuff. We don’t need y/n’s honeyed words anymore. Do it.”

“If you say so… But don’t come crying to me when I accidentally break your favorite toy.”

You felt a hand press to your forehead, and you felt something snap.

Your eyes slowly opened, and you found that you were still laying on top of Dabi in his living room. You were able to keep your panic at bay by slowly breathing and counting in your head. You matched your breathing to Dabi’s, and you felt his arms tighten around you.

You looked at his sleeping face. He looked so different like this, when he wasn’t yelling at you or teasing you. A flush came over your cheeks when you remembered what happened earlier that morning. You traced your finger over the staples under his eyes.

His hand flew up and grabbed your wrist. “Can I help you?” He didn’t even bother to open his eyes, so you shoved on his shoulder to make him look at you. “I literally just woke up and you’re already begging for attention.” It drove you crazy that he wouldn’t open his eyes to look at you. The asshole knew you couldn’t talk…. Couldn’t talk.

The dream came crashing back to you. You pushed yourself off of him and went in search for your journal.

“Wait y/n… come on. Come back. I’ll open my eyes. Don’t throw a fucking temper tantrum over it Jesus.”

You came back with your journal and sat down on the table that was across from the couch and started to write everything you could remember about your dream. Dabi sat up and tried to smooth his hand up your thigh but you paused your writing long enough to slap it away. ~Not now~

“There’s no way you’re that mad. Come on what are you writing. Is this our first fight? Are fighting right now? That’s cute.”

You scowled as you shoved your journal in his face. The look on his face went from amused to concerned as he started reading.

“Wait that’s where Cogernot has fucking been this whole time? We thought he died.” He looked at you “How many times did he use his quirk on you?”

You shrugged and for once he didn’t yell at you for it.

He ran a hand through his white hair. “So, if this is really just his quirk and not some kind of trauma then it should ware off soon. That idiots quirk usually only lasts for a couple of hours though, sometimes a few days. I’ve never seen it last this long.” He stood up and started to pace. You watched him go back and forth a few times before he threw his hands in the air, “Shit!” He picked up a pillow and it immediately turned to ash.

He looked back to you and saw the alarm in your eyes, “I’m sorry, I’m overreacting. It’s just – That fucking idiot may have permanently fucked you up.” You cringed at his words. Was that how he saw you? Fucked up?

He started pacing again, “He told me once there was a way to override his quirk though. You just have to convince your brain that it’s dying. Something about that kicks it into gear and nullifies his quirk.” He looked to the pool and then to you. “We could drown you! I know CPR, it’ll be fine.”

~NO NO NO~ The look in Dabi’s eyes was starting to scare you. He looked like he was ready to do it no matter what you said. As much as you wanted to talk again, you didn’t think it was worth risking your life over. But apparently, he did. Apparently learning sign, and reading your journal was just too much work for him. If he was this desperate to fix it… if he was willing to drown you just so you could talk….

You were ripped from your thoughts when he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder. You kicked and hit him while tears streamed down your cheeks. There was no way he would go through with this… right?

You heard the sliding glass door open and all the sudden you were only steps away from the pool. You couldn’t see into his eyes, you couldn’t see what was going on in that fucked up head of his. You slid a hand under his shirt right before he got to the pool and did the only thing you could think of. You showed him how scared you were. You made him feel that terror. He paused only for a moment before jumping in the pool.

He let go only for a few seconds just so he could pull your back to his chest and whisper into your hair. “I know you’re going to hate me, but eventually you will think me for this.”

And then he was shoving you under. You clawed at his arms, ripping several of his staples out. You poured all of your terror and your pain into your touch and grabbed his wrists that were holding you under.

This was fucked up, this was so fucked up. You didn’t want to die. Why was he doing this? He didn’t even know if it would work! Your panic wasn’t making it any easier. You were losing oxygen fast and before you knew it you were starting to black out. You were going to die… You were going to drown in the same pool he had held you in so sweetly and helped you rehabilitate in. Your fingers ceased their scratching and your arms fell limp.

He didn’t bring you back up until you had stopped moving completely. He pulled you back up to the surface and immediately laid you down on the hard-concrete outside of the pool. In seconds he was on you preforming CPR. “Come on… You’re strong. You can take a little drowning. Hell, I’ve drowned a few times. Well I’ve been waterboarded… I don’t know if that exactly the same thing.” He nervously babbled to your unconscious body as he continued his chest compressions. “Come on y/n! Fuck!” He pinched your nose and breathed into you. Just a few hours ago his lips had been on yours for an entirely different reason and he desperately wished he could go back to that moment now.

He continued his chest compressions tears pooling in his eyes. “COME ON Y/N!” He did this. This was his fault. His father was right about him. The world was right about him. He’s a monster. He was supposed to be protecting you. You trusted him and he did this to you. He had felt your fear, your pain, and he did it anyway.

The thought of you never getting to talk again had thrown him into a panic. The thought of those fuckers taking apart of who you were away from you made him see red. He acted impulsively and now he’s paying the price.

“WAKE UP! PLEASE!”

You coughed and water came flooding out of your mouth. He cried out in relief and rolled you onto your side and patted your back to help you expel the water from your lungs.

It fucking burned. Your throat was raw from the chlorine and your brain was foggy from the lack of oxygen.

“Y/n… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I-I don’t even know what to say.”

He reached his hand out to touch your face but you caught it. You stared into his eyes with as much hate as a person could have and gripped his hand so hard you could feel your nails cutting into his skin, “Fuck… You…”

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shyficwriter · 3 years ago

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Who's Tougher?

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: Guardians find out that Reader maybe isn't Terran while playing with one of those labor pain/period cramp simulators. Inspired by that one episode of Lucifer where Lucifer got tased.

Author’s Note: Based off this dumb post I wrote earlier, because sometimes my dumber ideas are the funniest.

Part 2 here.

Word Count: 2,376 It had started with a bet.

Who was tougher? You or Peter?

Tired of hearing your bickering one day, and after having come across a video on the internet where a couple of guys were using a period cramp simulator, Rocket decided to whip one up with some spare parts he had lying around. Took him about 10 minutes, 15 if you count the time it took him to sort through his spare parts drawer.

You and Peter where sitting at the table with Kraglin when Rocket hopped up and slapped it on the table, interrupting your bickering.

"What's that?" Peter asked, his face one of confusion.

It looked almost like Peter's Zune, only bigger and instead of headphones it had four long wires coming out of it that were attached to thin disk-shaped objects.

"This is gonna settle your argument on who's tougher once and for all so I don't gotta hear your constant whining anymore." Rocket said.

"Hey! It's not constant!" you say, a bit offended, but also not looking forward to doing whatever Rocket was suggesting. "What is that even supposed to do?"

"Saw a video online where a couple of Terran-types were using electric pulses to simulate period cramps. It does that, more or less."

"More or less??" You cry uncertainly, "You want to electrocute us? Because that's what I'm hearing."

Peter laughs, "If you're scared you can just admit that I'm tougher." He leans back in his chair with a smug look that makes you want to smack him.

You glare at him. "I'm not scared. I'm just being cautious of accepting offers to let Rocket stick electrodes on us!"

Kraglin snickers from his side of the table. "Sound scared to me. If Yondu could trust him to wire his fin into his skull, I'm sure ya can trust him not to fry ya with that little thingy-ma-bob."

Yondu, having heard his name while walking by, stops by the table. "What's going on here?"

"Rocket wants to electrocute us!"

"Do not!" Rocket defends. "Well, not much... I just want to settle which one of them is really tougher so they'll quit whining about it."

Yondu shakes his head, chuckling. He looks at you. "So you're really gonna give in and tell Peter he's tougher cuz yer scared of a little shock?"

You glare at him. You knew he was only trying to razz you up, but you couldn't help it. "I'm not scared, I-"

Peter cuts you off. "Then prove it." He was bluffing, he didn't really want to try either. Who in their right mind would willingly let Rocket hook them up to an electric shock machine?? But his poker-face was good. Too good.

"Ugh. Fine. If to only wipe that smug grin off your dumb face." you say, rolling your eyes. "How's it work?"

Rocket grinned, as did the other two. "Ok, so you each get two of these electrodes," He held up the white disk, "and you stick them to your stomach, and then I'll take this," he held up the Zune-looking thing, "and turn it up until one of you taps out."

You begrudgingly took the electrodes from Rocket and he clarified his instructions by telling you both to place them below your belly-button. You retake your seats at Rocket's behest, him cockily saying that you 'might want to sit down for this'.

"Ready?" he smirked.

You looked at Peter's cocky grin and rolled your eyes. "Sure."

Rocket turned the dial. Nothing happened, so you assumed it had only just switched the device on, but you did see Peter give a little jolt.

You turned your head to him and laughed. "What you jumpy for, Mister Cocky? He hasn't started yet."

"Yes I did."

You looked back at Rocket, confused. "What?"

"I did start it. It's on level 1 now."

You look at Peter. He confirms it's on. "You don't feel anything?" he asks. You shake your head.

Rocket give you an odd look and says he's turning it up to 2.

Peter jerks again, softly grunting. "Hey, how high does this go?"

Rocket answers that it goes up to 10, and Peter makes a face that makes it obvious he's regretting his life choices.

"Oh, I can feel it now," you say, your mouth twitching upward in a grin. "It kinda tickles."

"That doesn't seem right?" Rocket switches it off. "Switch your leads, I want to make sure there's not a short in the wires."

You and Peter do what's asked. As soon as Rocket sees all the leads are stuck down properly he cranks it up to 2 without warning.

Peter jerks forward and grabs the table with a grunt. "Dude! What the fuck! A warning would be nice!"

You, however, only start softly giggling with a, "Hey!"

Rocket scratches his head, and turns the knob to 2.5.

Peter squeezes his eyes shut and tries, but fails, to sit back up straight. You also close your eyes, but it's because you've brought a hand to press on your forehead as you lean back in your chair, still giggling.

As soon as Rocket turns the knob to 3, Peter taps out.

Rocket turns the device off and looks at you suspiciously before glancing at Yondu and Kraglin who only shrug in response. "I don't get it? That's not supposed to happen?" Rocket says looking his new device over.

"I'll have a go." says Kraglin. "I bet Pete's just being a baby."

This earns a chuckle from Yondu and an annoyed outburst from Peter, who challenges Yondu to do it with Kraglin if they're both so tough.

Smirking, Yondu actually agrees. You and Peter hand over your leads and Yondu and Kraglin put them on.

Rocket repeats the same process. He starts them out at 1, and neither react. He goes up to 2, and Kraglin winces like Peter had. Up to 3, and Kraglin grunts and starts to grip the table while Yondu only acknowledges he can feel it pinching, but from the look on his face you can tell he's just putting on a tough act.

Rocket turns it up to 4 and Yondu exhales out his nose while looking up at the ceiling. At 6 Kraglin taps out and Rocket turns the device off.

Yondu laughs and tells Peter, "Guess everyone here is tougher than you, boy." to which Peter calls bullshit, says he wasn't ready, and demands to go again, this time against Yondu.

Peter doesn't make it past 4, and you laugh at him, prompting him to glare at you and say, "You wouldn't make it past 4 either!"

You call his bet, laughing, "Guess I'd need to go up against Yondu or Krags then, because we know you sure can't."

Before Peter can retort the rest of the team has come over to see what the fuss is about.

Rocket explains that you're seeing who's the toughest, and this promptly makes Mantis and Groot, in their innocence, want to try. However, this is immediately shot down by Gamora, who says that any game, or whatever it was that you were doing, where you willfully electrocute yourself, was stupid.

Drax, however, says he'll have a go, and Peter jumps on this, telling you, "There you go! Go up against Drax. If you can outlast him I'll finally say you're tougher than me."

"Quill." Yondu says in a warning tone, the implication clear that he didn't think anyone could beat the behemoth and that he knew that Peter egging you on like that would only result in you pushing yourself too hard to prove him wrong and getting hurt.

"Relax, old man!" Peter turned to you with a smug grin. "You can take it, right?" Peter is really pushing his luck, but you agree, taking back your leads from Yondu, and Rocket instructing Drax what to do as he takes Peter's chair.

Once you were both settled Rocket made sure you were ready before turning the device up to 1, then after a moment 2, and after another moment 3, where you had left off before.

Drax was just sitting there unfazed, but you were giggling again like before, prompting Drax to ask you what was so funny.

"It tickles!" you say, covering your face again and giggling harder once Rocket announced he was turning it up to 4.

"I bet you're faking it just to mess with us." Peter grumbled at you as Gamora gave him a strange look.

They heard Mantis giggling and looked over to see Mantis pulling her hand away from your arm, her antennae glowing. "Nope. Not lying. I don't sense any feelings of deception."

"Well, that doesn't make any sense, but here's 5." Rocket said, turning the dial.

You jerked in your seat, drawing one foot up into your chair as you tilted your head back laughing, still covering your face with your hands. "Ok! Ok! Wait a minute!" you squeak.

"Are you saying you give up?" Peter said with a smirk. "Guess that means you can't say you're tougher than me."

You flip him off. "No! I didn't say that!" This makes Yondu chuckle. Like most of the rest of the team he had started grinning at your reactions. You may be being stubborn, but he supposed you being tickled was better than you being in pain, though by all accounts it didn't make sense. He had done it himself, and it most definitely didn't tickle.

"Well it's up to 5, you couldn't get past 4, Pete." Kraglin corrected, letting Peter know that you technically had just proved you were tougher by being able to go to a higher setting than him.

"That's not the deal we made. Besides, how can it count if it only tickles? The higher settings are bound to hurt." He knew his logic was flawed, but he was stubborn too, he wasn't just going to hand you a victory.

Seeing as you weren't giving up yet, Rocket went ahead and dialed it up to 6.

"How you doing Drax?" Kraglin asked.

Drax just shrugged. "Fine. It's not the most pleasant feeling, but it's completely bearable."

They didn't ask how you were doing. It was pretty clear how you were doing. You hadn't quit giggling this whole time, much to Rocket's frustration because it just didn't make sense. It was, however, the only thing keeping Gamora from making Rocket stop. She knew Drax could take almost anything, so he'd be fine. You didn't seem to be in pain at all, so she assumed you must be safe.

Rocket dialed up to 7.

Drax nodded his head. "There it is. I can feel it more now." However, there wasn't an ounce of pain etched into his face. Dude obviously had one hell of a pain tolerance.

You were still curled in your chair. One hand covered your mouth while you giggled, the other rested on your knee. You tried to psyche yourself up. It was only a tickle. You weren't a baby. You got this, right?

The foot that had been in your chair then slammed to the floor as you lurched forward with a shriek of laughter, gripping the metal armrest of your chair as your other hand wrapped around your middle.

"How can that still tickle!? It's turned up to 8!" Rocket questioned in disbelief, holding up the device to Yondu as if to prove it.

"Eight!?" you cry, "You were supposed to tell us, you rabid raccoon!"

Drax began to laugh as well and in disbelief Peter said, "Drax? Seriously?!"

"It doesn't tickle," Drax clarified, his laughter dying into a light chuckle. "It's just very funny to watch the smaller Terran react."

You attempted to glare at Drax for referring to you as the "smaller Terran," but failed at it. You stomped your foot on the ground as you felt the tickle get somehow worse, and knew Rocket had turned it up again. "Rocket! Please!" you whined, making a few of the others laugh. Maybe you don't got this.

"That one was for calling me a raccoon, asshat." Rocket said with a grin, his previous frustration seemingly gone in favor of mischief.

You quickly reach for the little shit, but you recoil as he jumped out of reach, a smug grin on his face as he turned the dial to the last setting.

"And that one was 'cause I can."

Drax barely reacted, but you were suffering.

Shit. Shit. Nothing had ever tickled like this before. You don't got this. You still had a death grip on the arm of the chair and you were laughing so hard you couldn't sit up straight. Screw the bet, time for begging. "Ok! Ok!" you squeal. "Rock-Rocket! Ahaha! Ok! I'm sorry! Please! I can't- I give up!"

Rocket and Peter laughed triumphantly as you continued to plead for mercy. Yondu had pity on you and chuckled saying, "Alright, Rat. That's enou-"

He was cut off by a metallic squeal and a snap that made everyone jump. The sound was only followed by the sounds of your dying laughter as you caught your breath.

You threw your leads up on the table, having had ripped them off when you couldn't take it anymore (and after having finally realized that was an option.) You finally look up at Rocket, still giggly and gasping for breath as you say, "Youhoo suck! Eheheh... you- you little brat... haha... Jeez..." Your eyes were glowing a bright blue that slowly faded as you raised an eyebrow, noting how your companions expressions have changed to something resembling "WTF??"

"What's with the faces?" you ask, only to follow Mantis's eyes down to the arm of your chair, or rather, what used to be the arm of your chair.

You had snapped it, but that wasn't all. It was now twisted both outward & downward and the place you had been gripping it had been crushed to form to the inside of your fist as if it had been made of foam board.

You hear someone hesitantly say, "Ya ain't Terran... are ya?"

You look back up at your friends' expectant faces with a nervous grin, squinting and blushing as you rub the back of your head. "Well, aha... This is awkward..."

#gotg #gotg imagine #x reader #peter quill #rocket raccoon #yondu udonta #kraglin obfonteri #fanfic #fanfiction #yondu lives #funny #fluff #fluffy fanfiction

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yoongis-bread-cheeks · 4 years ago

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Hands | jjk

Warnings: ALL sexually explicit lol, vaginal fingering (female recieving), use of vibrator, overstimulation, asking to stop but not using 🚨safe word🚨, light choking, light degredation (use of slut), praise, light dumbification, dirrtyy talk 😚, some pet names (mostly baby), finger sucking, double penetration(?)(fingering and vibrator, both in vagina), squirting.

WC: 1.4k

Genre: Smut 18+. DNI under 18

Summary: porn without plot honestly lol. Just some mindless ol good times 😍

A/N: I haven’t written smut in years, let alone write fanficiton 😫 this shits gonna suck but bear with me

“C'mere, baby," Jeongguk pat the spot between his legs. You slowly crawl towards him, settling between his thighs.

"Safe word is lavender," Rough hands started at your waist and began rubbing over your stomach, occasionally around your breasts. Milky skin contrasted with yours as his hands caressed your torso.

“What’s your safe word?” Jeongguk tests you.

“Lavender,” growing impatient, you whine.

Reaching up to cup your breasts, he runs a finger over your left nipple looking for a reaction. And a reaction is what he got. Lightly mewling under his touch, you pressed into his chest. Fingers trailed up to your lips, pressing against the part.

Immediately accepting, you suckled on his fingers, tongue gliding over his callouses. "Hmm. Gotta prep my fingers for you, but it seems like you're already wet enough for me to wedge my cock in," You felt what he said more than heard, his chest rumbling with low timbre.

Moaning around his fingers, he pulled them out. A string of saliva followed them down to your aching pussy. Pressing two fingers to your clit, you bite back a moan as his they swirled around your button.

"Uh-uh, baby. You're not gonna do that," he scolded you. "I want to hear everything. When I play with your clit, stuff my fingers in your pussy—" Jeongguk slid two fingers in you, making your back arch. "When I split your poor pussy apart with my cock,"

Clenching around his fingers at his words made him groan, as he curled and scissored his fingers in attempts to find your sweet spot. The edge of a spongy like texture inside of you caught his attention as he pressed into the center of it.

"Fuck!" You moaned. Suddenly his fingers curled and he began to thrust his hand in and out of your pussy. The cramping in his hand went ignored, he was only focused on making you cum. Jeongguk was nothing short of addicted to you.

Your pussy was so soft, so warm. The sounds you make and the strings you make him feel only ever egg him on. Always fantasizing about his cockhead stretching you no matter how much preparation was done beforehand.

You were in the palm of his hands and he was afraid you'd slip right through his fingers like sand. The pleasure growing in you felt like a flower becoming ready to bloom. Heavy breaths came from Jeongguk as his left hand came to rub at your clit, making your moans louder.

"Yeah, you gonna fucking cum? Come on baby, cum for me, all over my fingers. Gonna make you beg for me to stop," chaste kisses pressed to your neck as the flower finally bloomed within you.

"Oh, fuck!" You groaned. Soon, the fingers working inside you caused pain. Suddenly causing small shooting pains, you clamp your thighs over his hands. Didn't seem to stop him though.

"Gguk, I — ah — m too sensitive~," you squeaked out, his hands not letting up. "Stop..." attempting to push him away only made his fingers go harder.

"You know your safe word baby," You did know your safe word. And you didn't use it. You’d be stupid to.

Wetness pooled under you, leaving dark spots on the sheets. Jeongguk relished the pornographic sounds you made, the fruits of his labor. Your thighs opened up wide for him, more access given.

"Wanna fuck you dumb, baby. Til you can't think a single thing other than how bad you want to cum again,"

Honestly, you couldn't even hear what he was saying anymore. The only thing you could think about were the fingers inside of you.

A third snaked its way in, burning slightly. Jeongguks hands were way bigger than yours, and you usually only used 2 fingers at most. Jeongguks two fingers already amounted to your three. You'd be embarrassed by the squelching coming from your push if you weren't focused on just cumming again. You grabbed onto Jeongguks forearm covered in tattoos as you pushed your head back into his chest.

“G-god...I'm s-s— ah! — so close," The words you say aren't even intelligible, rather sounding like blubbering.

"C’mon baby. You gonna cum again? I can feel your pathetic cunt begging to cum," Jeongguk growls.

"Please, please, please, pl— oh!" Your third release finally found you, nails digging into Jeongguks arm. His thumb replacing his forefinger as his left hand reaches for your throat. Lightly pressing on the pressure points prolonged your orgasm.

Sounds no longer come from you, instead your vocal cords no longer work. The ability to breathe also stops working, as Jeongguk continues to rub tight circles onto your clit. The pace of his hand doesn't let up.

Jesus fucking Christ. No wonder the man complains about carpal tunnel.

The aftershocks hit you and so does the pain, thighs twitching and trembling. "Good girl. That's a good little slut, huh?" Jeongguk coos in your ear, stamina still going. Pulling out without warning, you whine at the emptiness in you despite having came 3 times.

He leans over to open your drawer, and you assume he's grabbing a condom.

“I actually don't have an con-...." Words die in your throat when you see what he pulled out. Your black vibrator. He was planning on giving you more?

Slouching back on him, he uses the wetness on his fingers to lube up the vibrator. You can't lie, you were intimidated. He had some skill. Bringing the toy down to your needy, sensitive pussy, he swirls it around your ringed entrance.

The sheets below you were undoubtedly soaked. Jeongguk shoved the toy inside of you, eliciting a high pitched moan. But you were in for way more. Once the toy switched on, you knew you were fucked.

"Oh, shit!" Immediately you gasp, hips bucking off the bed. Jeongguk retracts his hand away from you only to slam his palm down onto your clit. A small scream rips from your throat at the sting, but god did you want more.

“Yeah, you fucking like that? You’ve already cum so many times but you want more, don’t you?” Jeongguk taunted, using a condescending tone. In any other situation, you would have slapped him silly

The internal vibrations ramped up from the fact you were still so sensitive. Your eyes, once clamped shut, opened wide when Jeongguk squeezed 2 fingers into your pussy along side the vibrator. When his fingers start curling and uncurling, constantly rubbing against your G-Spot, your mind fully caves in.

His left hand grabs the vibrator and starts making shallow thrusts, sturdily hitting your cervix. Moving wasn’t even an option at this point. Everything in your body had shut down, and Jeongguk loved watching you fully submit to him, fully succumbing. No thoughts crossed your mind that weren’t “Jeongguk”.

The mind numbing pleasure was just at pleasurable to him, even if he wasn’t even recieving it. He was high on your facial expressions, eyebrows furrowed, eyes rolled in the back of your head or crossed, teeth claiming your lower lip.

Feeling the walls around his fingers clench, it was a telltale sign. Except it wasn’t quite what he expected, but was sure as hell welcome. “F-fuck!” You shouted out of reflex, hips spasming.

A stream of clear liquid shot out, and Jeongguks eyes widened. Pulling his hand out, he opted to use his whole hand to swipe back and forth on your clit to prolong it. His own breathing labored as you relaxed back into him. “I was gonna fuck you, but I have to do that again,”

A shit eating grin plastered on his face and you knew, even if you couldn’t see him. Instead of returning to two fingers, three fingers stuff inside of you alongside the toy, making a slight burn tinge your already on fire pussy.

“God, I love this fucking pussy. You’re so goddamn sensitive,” You could only whimper now, it was the only thing that didn’t consume too much energy to do.

Your breathing had no pattern, and your head was practically empty. Occasionally Jeongguk would kiss or bite at your neck, but you couldn’t care to notice when you’ve been fucked open with his fingers for 45 minutes.

After probably only 40 seconds later, you came again. The sensitivity and the extreme stimulation all were adding factors. Chest heaving, eyes drooping. One more small stream of cum shot out, and Jeongguk looked at you like you were Aphrodite.

Absolutely delectable.

Jeongguk let you rest, he knew you needed it. Rolling over, you curled into a ball. He stood up to grab you a water from the kitchen. Once he stands, mini Jeongguk makes himself known. Man sized Jeongguk only frowns down at him.

“Next time, buddy. Next time.”

#jeon jungkook smut #jeon jeongguk smut #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts

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electricopolis-net · 3 years ago

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S01E05: Voice on the Radio (Parts 5-8)

"Scott Sharp, that's radio czar Scott Sharp here," rumbled a low, rolling voice, "and who may I ask is demanding my precious time?"

"It's Jam, the guy who made all that money you're busy filling your mattress with," said Jam pointedly, crossing one leg over the other as he cradled the receiver between his head and shoulder. "I need a favor, Scott. It's important."

"Oh. Oh!" Scott fumbled. "Oh! Hey! Jam! Jam. What, uh, what's up? Sorry about that."

"It's fine," Jam said reflexively. "Listen, I got a song for you. It's a pop song. It's kind of shitty, but I need you to play it tonight, everywhere, the more the better. Cram it down peoples' throats if you have to."

"Did you make it?"

"Yeah, just now."

For a moment, there was a skeptical silence on the other end of the line. "Pal, aren't you the one who keeps railing against playing favorites and calling in favors?" Scott replied. "Jam, buddy, I like you, and I'll do it, but I am appalled."

"No, no, it's not that!" Jam exclaimed. "Listen, I'm not doing this for any stupid showbiz reason. It's because...well, I can't really talk about it," he said hurriedly. "Just imagine that the entire fate of the town is resting on my shoulders, and I'm gonna fight against all the odds to make sure Electricopolis doesn't implode on itself in a blaze of riots and class warfare and shit like that."

"And this is to get me to play a pop song."

"Yeah," Jam said, and then corrected himself. "An important pop song."

Scott chuckled a low, smug chuckle. "Mr. Hipster wrote a pop song," he said. "Okay, whatever. Get your ass over here, Jam."

Sharp's recording studio was pretty much the way Jam had remembered it: cramped, uncomfortable, and infused with the smell of cigarette smoke and fast food. It was the kind of place he thought he always hated, but he settled in as easily as he had all those years ago. "You get in that booth," Sharp said. "Lemme hear this thing."

It's only ever after midnight

When I hear her voice

I can hear her smooth as silk, that voice

That voice on the radio

It's only ever in the dark

That I hear her voice

I can hear her cut through all the noise,

All the noise on the radio

Baby, I can hear you

I can hear you loud and clear

I'm here, I'm here

I'll do anything, anything

For that voice on the radio...

As Jam sang, his eyes flickered over to Scott's and he could see him grinning knowingly. "I see what this is now," said Sharp. "You're gonna catch her. Spider and the fly-like."

"Do you think it'll work?"

"With a tune like that? If she's anything like she sounds, yeah, it'll work. But you better be careful," Sharp chuckled. "I bet a bunch of other sneaky girls are gonna be goin' around bragging that they're her, you charmer."

"Then the police are gonna have their hands full," Jam replied, and they laughed together until the joke dissolved into an awkward, solemn silence.

Scott Sharp leaned forward, rolling his cigarette around in his mouth. When he spoke, it was much quieter than before. "If she calls in, what do you want me to do?"

"Give her my number," Jam said. "Tell her I want to meet her."

"What if she says no?"

Jam ran his hands over the keyboard, playing a few idle notes. "I'm pretty sure she won't."

Scott leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowing heavily over his eyes. "And what are you gonna do once you've got her?" he asked, giving his protegé a sidelong glance.

Jam tapped his sheets together neatly. "I don't know," he confessed, casting his eyes down. "Talk to her. Convince her to pull her show. I just don't want the cops to get to her first."

The other man chewed on this for a second, then exhaled a puff of smoke that made Jam turn away. "Yeah, well..." he murmured, "don't do anything dumb."

Jam spent the evening in his apartment, holding his breath. He paced, ate, tried to read or nap, anything to pass the time. He almost turned on the radio, but stopped himself. His stomach tied itself into knots at the idea of hearing his own song, or even anything at all. The only sound in his apartment was the hum of his fan.

At one point his cell phone rang and nearly gave him a heart attack, but it was Margaret, and at the risk of getting chewed out later he put her on ignore. The idea of her having anything to call him about sent a shudder down his spine. Though he hated to admit it, and other people would deny it if he did--he could be a real wimp sometimes.

His phone rang again a few minutes later, from a number he didn't recognize. He picked up and listened breathlessly to the silence. "He...llo?" he said.

"Uh," came a voice from the other end, and then a relieved chuckle. "Oh good. Someone's there." Her voice was buttery smooth, and a little younger than she sounded on air. "I was worried that Mr. Sharp was giving me the runaround."

"Is this--" Jam swallowed and cleared his throat. "This is Miss Information, right?"

"Yeah," she said. "I heard that tune you wrote about me." She sounded warm and earnest, almost self-effacing. "You wanted to talk, right? Let's talk."

Jam reached over for his notebook and a pen. "Yeah, I do," he said. "I wanna meet you. Can I?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the line, so long that Jam started to worry that she'd hung up on him and he missed it. "Hello?"

"Yeah, that's cool," she suddenly said. "You wanna come over now?"

Part 6: Deep Below

The address she gave him was down, down in one of the darkest parts of the city, near one of the business districts on the very lowest residential tier. As Jam threaded his way through the crowded streets and dark alleys, he distantly wondered if he were being set up. Even though he was expecting himself to worry, he felt oddly calm about the entire thing. Something just rang true about her, at least on the phone.

Tier 1, the lowest level of Electricopolis' neighborhoods, was someplace Jam had been only two or three times in his life. Because it was so far underground, it was cool in the summer and warm in the winter. This was one of its few saving graces, as it was dirty, crowded, and suffered constant brownouts otherwise. Candles and torchlights were set up in the windows and along the streets, and it gave the entire level a warm glow that was very unlike the sickly fluorescent lights he was used to. He found himself having to take off his dark glasses and stick them in the pocket of his jacket, and he kept reaching up to feel the ridges where they'd pressed into his nose.

He made his way down to the south side of town. It was filled with rows of tenement buildings pressed up against each other, and her address was in one of the buildings tucked right up against the perimeter wall. No wonder she'd been hard to find, he thought. She was in what was practically the deepest, darkest corner of the town, if you didn't count the workers' tunnels.

He knocked on the door. No response. He knocked again, louder this time, and suddenly it flew open in his face. She was taller than Jam, though she looked at least four or five years younger. Her hair puffed out in a frizzy afro that she kept pulled back in a ponytail, and she was dressed in a tank top and shorts that looked worn at the edges. It looked like he'd interrupted her in the middle of cleaning up, and Jam pulled back from the door.

"Hey there!" she said cheerfully, and although she wavered a little, he could hear Miss Information in her voice. "C'mon in, c'mon. Sorry it ain't nicer," she said briskly, turning around, "but I guess it doesn't matter when you're on the air, right?"

They stepped over piles of laundry and coiled-up cables as she led him through her apartment. She hardly had to even look at the floor, but Jam stepped gingerly over what looked like a decade's worth of old tapes and frayed cables. "You want something to drink?" she continued. "I just got soda and water, but that's something, anyway..."

"Just water's okay," Jam mumbled. "So this is your place?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry it ain't nicer," she repeated, disappearing into an alcove in the other room. "You're from up top, right?"

"Yeah," Jam replied. Miss Information came out of the nook with a can of soda in one hand and a glass of cloudy-looking water in the other, and he tried to apologize as he took it. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it."

"It's cool," she said breezily. "Is it nice? Up top, I mean."

"Not really," he confessed. "Too many people, for one thing. I don't like it much. That and showbiz."

She gave him a skeptical look. "Huh," she said simply. "Well, I oughta go up sometime and see. Oh, by the way." She knelt down to grab a pile of notebooks off a chair, and slid the chair towards him with a little kick. "Here you go."

"Thanks." The water was a little metallic-tasting, but not that bad, and Jam took a long drink of it before something occurred to him. "Wait a second," he said. "You've never been up top?"

"Nah." She leaned back and propped up her feet on the small stack of books. "Buses cost too much way down here, and forget walking. Closest I've ever been is the TV," she said, and Jam turned to see a tiny 12-incher on the end of her table, propped on top of a VCR. He'd nearly missed it under the clutter. "Love that thing. Could maybe get a bigger one if I wanted, but I don't have any place to put it."

"Where's your radio?" Jam asked, leaning forward.

"You looking for my setup?" asked Miss Information, and she grinned from ear to ear. "Well, it ain't here. It's too noisy. But I can show you how I do it." She took a drink of her soda, then shot him a charming, toothy grin. "You wanna help me with tonight's show?"

"If you're looking for gossip, I'm not gonna give you any."

"Aw, nothin'? Not even a little bit?"

"Absolutely not."

Miss Information stared at him, blinking, as if she honestly couldn't believe it. "Ah, well," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "No big. I'll improvise."

"So, lie, right?" Jam said flatly. "Because that's pretty much all I've been hearing on your show."

Miss Info sat back and glared at him like he'd slapped her in the face. "Excuse me," she huffed. "I play a couple pranks once in a while, but I'm in the business of tellin' one-hundred-percent true dish now, you know that? After all," she said, "I broke the story on Bob Sparker's big screw-up, didn't I?"

"Did you?" Jam replied dryly. "Y'know, in the real world, we usually have to provide something called evidence."

Miss Info laughed at that and waved his question away with a thin hand. "Aw, is that all you're worried about? Okay, okay, I'll show you the goods, since you were nice enough to come visit me an' all."

She turned and slapped the tape that was sticking out of her VCR, and with a rattle it disappeared into the machine. The television fizzed and crackled before settling on a black-and-white image of a place that Jam recognized as the set of Shock 'Til You Drop, circa a few months ago. "Sorry I don't got a fancy color TV to put it on," she said, "but Your Honor'll forgive me, won'tcha?"

The film had been recorded from a camera somewhere on stage right. It got a really good view of the contestant--Alice Lang, he guessed, that shy-looking girl--walking in from stage left, and Bob warmly shaking her hand, greeting her, and then turning to face the audience.

"All right, I'm gonna skip ahead," said Miss Info, leaning forward and mashing the fast-forward button on the machine. "It takes forever to get to the good part. You know how much of this show is filler?" she rambled. "Like eighty percent probably...though I just made that up."

"No," Jam said mildly, trying to keep his voice steady even as his eyes were glued on the screen. "That's pretty close."

"Really?" Miss Info said, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Then she pumped her fist triumphantly in the air. "Miss Information does it again! Oh wait, wait. I missed it."

She went from fast-forward to rewind. For a brief moment Alice Lang was twisted in the chair, slumped over, and Bob Sparker's hand was on her shoulder. His head was turned towards her, away from the audience, and his look of sudden terror was suspended in an endless moment. Then the tape started to reverse, melting his expression into a blissful grin, and Jam's gut twisted in pain.

"No," he said, reaching over to shut it off. "That's enough."

Miss Information jumped in her seat as the image flickered to a small dot and then nothing. "Okay, okay," she said, embarrassed. "You get the point."

Jam ejected the tape and looked at the label. SHOCK, 5/14/2013, A. LANG, written in black permanent marker. The handwriting was remarkably uniform with large, slightly curved block letters. He didn't recognize it. "How'd you get this?"

"Friend of mine," Miss Info mumbled. "An associate. Not sayin' who." She grabbed the tape out of his hand and shoved it back into the pile on her desk. "C'mon, let's do something more fun," she said, standing up and grabbing Jam's wrist. "Wanna see where all the magic happens?"

Part 7: Where the Magic Happens

She led him out of her apartment and down through the winding roads once more. "This way," she said, taking his hand and guiding him through narrow corridors and dark alleys. "We're almost there."

"Where is this place?" Jam asked. "We must be a mile away from the tenements."

In response, Miss Information just jabbed a finger upwards, and Jam looked up towards the huge ceiling of the lowermost level of the town. Not too far away, rising above the tops of the apartment buildings and clotheslines, was the steam stack of an enormous factory. Some of its windows were cracked and dark, but on the far side of the building, light still flickered beyond them.

"They shut down half of it," she explained, as they wound their way closer to the chain link fence that surrounded the building. "But we can still get in. They don't watch it too closely."

A door in the fence was already open, and gingerly Jam pushed it aside. It swung open with a gentle creak, and he and Miss Information slipped easily inside. He tried not to be too astonished at it: it was common knowledge that there were plenty of abandoned or half-abandoned businesses in town, ghostly places that lived in the blurry, ambiguous corners of the city.

They went inside, into what used to be an enormous sewing room, with rows of old machines gathering dust while, in a room beyond, faint whirring and clicking could be heard. "You don't have to creep," Miss Information admonished, as Jam caught himself tiptoeing over bolts of cloth. "There's nobody here."

Her "studio" was on the roof of the factory, near the maintenance room at the base of the steam stack. It wasn't much--just an oldish transmitter she kept tucked behind some milk crates, and a microphone that looked like it'd been rescued from a mid-level pawnshop. "I got this from my ex," she explained as she plugged the transmitter into a nearby outlet. "She used to do pirate radio, though she fell off of it after a while. She's real cool."

"Does she know? That you're Miss Information, I mean?"

"Probably," she replied, smiling. She knelt down to stack the milk crates on top of each other, making a makeshift chair. Jam pulled one close with his foot and sat down across from her. "Be kinda nice if she tunes in and recognizes me." She turned on the transmitter and cleared her throat, and Jam found himself leaning over, holding his breath.

"Good evening, Electricopolis," she purred into her mic, and it was her. "It's your favorite neighborhood radio star, and it's about, oh..."

She made a watch-checking motion, and Jam glanced down. "Twelve-fifteen," he said.

"Twelve-fifteen," she repeated, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other. "And yes, sweetheart, you did hear right. I've got a very special guest on my show tonight. That's why I'm running a little late," she chuckled. "Me and my gentleman friend may have gotten sidetracked." She gave Jam a wink and a grin that edged ever-so-slightly into a sneer, and Jam squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. "But before I go on about that, I do believe I have some talking points first."

She reclined against the steam stack and twirled the cord of the microphone around in her fingers. Her notebook was open in her lap, and her eyes would flicker down to it every so often as she talked. "So I hear there was quite a commotion on the morning news," she snickered. "Big props to Mr. Sparker for coming out in the sweltering heat like that. And even bigger props to my girl Margie King," she said, her voice dripping with insincere sweetness, "for showing him her mean right hook. Golly, folks, this girl wishes she coulda been there.

"And hey," she continued, "I got a hell of a lot of publicity out of the entire thing. I'm sure you'll have heard my one-and-only single coming out, right? My collaboration with the eminent DJ Jam?" She sat up in her seat, squirming with pride. "Oh, I can't lie, I gotta give credit where it's due. I didn't have anything to do with that one. I guess Mr. Jam is just such a big fan of mine," she purred, "that he penned 'Voice on the Radio' just for my own sweet self."

She turned towards him, her eyes bright. "And you wouldn't imagine who I have in my studio right now."

Jam froze.

"That's right, cats and kittens," she purred, leaning over to give him a bright-eyed, triumphant look. "I've got myself an ex-clusive interview with some of the hottest talent in town. Care to say a couple words?"

He clammed up and shook his head, putting up a hand. Don't go there.

"Well, that's no fun," she groaned, and her voice dipped down into a sound that crept into Jam's bones. Here, practically a mile up in the sky, surrounded by the dusty roofs of the town and the dark of the underground ceiling, she was sizing him up with hungry eyes.

"But, you know," she said, "there are plenty of things we can do on the radio."

Jam's hand darted out and smacked the transmitter right in the power switch, sending it toppling over onto the ground. "Hey!" Miss Information yelped, jumping out of her seat, and again she was her breezy teenage self. "Rude! What was that for?"

"What the hell were you trying to do?" he snapped. "You think that's funny? You think it's funny to drag me all the way up here and then creep on me--"

"I wasn't creeping!" she whined, pulling her transmitter up off the ground. "I was just playing with you! Jesus! My radio show..."

"It doesn't matter if you were playing or not!" Jam shrieked, and his voice echoed unnervingly in the vast empty spaces above the town. "This is exactly what I came here to talk to you about! For Christ's sake, can't you see what you're doing?"

Miss Information, or the girl who played her, stared at Jam, wide-eyed. Maybe it was anger, maybe it was fear, maybe it was something else entirely--he'd never exactly been good at reading people.

He turned away for a moment, rubbing at his eyes, trying to catch his breath. Creeping was right. What she'd done had left an uncomfortable wrongness clinging to his arms and legs, weighing him down, and he tried to shake it off. One breath, two breaths.

"Listen," he started again. "I'm gonna level with you. If you don't do something tonight, Top Tier is gonna seize all the unregistered equipment down here. All of it," he said, "and it's not gonna stop there."

Miss Information looked down at her scratched transmitter. She pulled her knees up to her chest and sat there for a long, quiet moment, and she didn't look much like any kind of criminal like that. After a long moment, she looked up at him. "You gonna turn me in?"

Jam waited for a long, long moment. "No," he replied. "Not if I can avoid it. You're just a kid."

Miss Information blinked, then turned her head and looked somewhere off to the side, over the dark rooftops of the buildings. "I don't know why everyone's taking it so seriously."

"It doesn't matter," Jam said, trying to keep his voice under control. "It doesn't matter if it's serious or not. It's hurting people, and if you don't stop it, it's gonna hurt a hell of a lot more. And like--I get it," he explained. "I get it, they're--we're--celebrities, we're supposed to be able to take it. But what you did just now...and messing with Sparker's head..."

Miss Info's head darted back like a whip. "Bob Sparker?" she said. "You know him?"

"Yeah, and I can't stand him," Jam admitted. "And I'd be here even if it were anyone else."

Miss Information put her head back down on her knees and sighed a long, deep sigh. "Okay," she said, "okay. I'm sorry for creeping you out." Jam nodded. "I guess...maybe I just got too into everything."

Well, he thought, that's one thing you have in common with Bob.

"I'm gonna turn it back on," she said quietly, looking up at Jam. "And I'm gonna tell them it's over. Okay?"

"Okay."

There was a long moment of hesitation before she reached over and turned the transmitter back on. "Sorry 'bout that, folks," she said, and her voice, though smooth as butter, sounded strained. "I just got myself a piece of breaking news."

She pulled away from the microphone for a moment and took in a breath.

"Sorry to say, but it looks like time's up for my midnight radio show. Maybe y'all know this already, but a whole lot of people have got a whole lot of plans for Miss Information. Maybe you'll hear me somewhere, sometime," she said. "Keep those eyes peeled and those ears burning, night owls."

She smiled. "And one more thing, Electricopolis...good night." With that, she turned off the radio.

The two of them made their way back to her apartment in silence. Before Jam left, Miss Information stopped him, holding out something for him wrapped in a bunch of brown paper.

"It's my transmitter," she said quietly, "and the tape. I was gonna keep it as a souvenir, but I figure if the cops bust down my door I don't wanna be holding it."

"Yeah, I was about to say," Jam said, taking the parcel and tucking it under his arm. "Thanks. I think with these I'll be able to call off the guard dogs. If I can't," he said, "I'll let you know."

"Thanks," replied the girl in front of him, who couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty. "And, uh...tell Mr. Sparker I'm real sorry about all that trouble. I dunno anything about Alice, but I hope she's doin' okay."

"Will do," Jam said, smiling. "You know, if you wanted, I could introduce you two."

"No thanks," Miss Info laughed, and Jam felt himself relax for the first time that night. "And hey...thanks again. In the end, you know...I think you're a pretty cool guy."

Part 8: Epilogue

A day later, Jam had, successfully, called off the guard dogs. Percy was happy enough with the transmitter, and was wise enough not to ask how he got it. Margaret had calmed down by now and was mostly satisfied that Miss Information was off the air, and Bob, well... Jam was going to wrap up that loose end right away.

"Here," he said, handing Bob the parcel wrapped in brown paper. "I think you should have this."

"Aw, and only a month late for my birthday," Bob joked, unwrapping it. Jam watched as he picked up the tape, looked at it quizzically, and read the label. His face began to pale. "Jam," he said shakily, "What the hell is this?"

"That was all she had on you," he explained. "She knew about the show, but she just made up that bit about Alice not getting out of the hospital."

Bob leaned back on his sofa and rubbed at his eyes with one hand. "Yeah," he said, and his voice sounded hoarse and quiet. "They found her yesterday. She's fine, just moved. Had no idea what happened...she said that a doc had been making her house calls ever since that day we botched the show."

"You gonna go see her?"

"Yeah, I think so." Bob sniffed and wiped at his eyes. "In a day or two, maybe. You're lucky you weren't here yesterday," he laughed, "because I decided to charge up a little, fork in the socket kind of deal, but I was still kind of weepy and it was just a huge mess. That'll show me, huh?"

"Man, at this point going to the hospital would be an improvement for you," Jam chuckled. "You feeling any better now?"

"Like a million bucks. Thanks, Jam," Bob said, grinning. "You're a pal."

"Yeah, well." Jam shrugged and tried feebly to hide a grin of his own. He had to admit, even if just to himself, that despite Bob Sparker's general Bob Sparker-ness, he was sort of a nice guy to have around. He had a heart, which was more than you could say for most of the people in show business, and there was probably some hope for his oblivious view of the world.

"Oh, yeah," Jam added. "If it means anything, Miss Info says she's sorry for all the trouble she caused."

"Yeah?" Bob said skeptically. "Means as much as the rest of what she said."

Jam shrugged. "Maybe. Anyway, that's my good deed done for the day. I'm gonna go take a damn nap. I've earned it."

"That sounds pretty good right now," Bob agreed, nodding as the other man stood up and walked to the door. "Hey, Jam--"

Jam stopped in the doorway, turning. "Mm?"

"Did you watch..." Bob started, glancing down at the tape. "Uh, you know what, never mind. Go have that nap," he said, giving his friend a wave. "You look like you've been up all night!"

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queenofbaws · 3 years ago

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🌸 + miss jessica riley the snowball/homecoming queen :] and glad to kno ur doing a bit better!! 💖

the enemy of my enemy (is my ex-bff)

Rated T

Nothing is going right in Jess’s world tonight - nothing! She didn’t want to come to the stupid party in the first place, and now shit’s really hit the fan. Last she checked, Mike’s lost somewhere out in the woods, Matt’s nowhere to be found, Josh is fucking dead, and as if things couldn’t possibly get worse, now she’s stuck with the nerd table and Emily. Great. Just...just great.

Her plan? Oh, so glad you asked. She’s keeping to herself, thanks very much. She’s keeping to herself and not dealing with any of them or their stupid bullshit ideas, and if she’s real lucky, she’s gonna be first in line to get her butt off that mountain. There’s just one problem with that: Suddenly everyone’s screaming about Emily being bitten and their stupid fight over Mike doesn’t seem so important anymore.

Shit.

...

It felt dumb as hell to be back upstairs after all the yelling the weird old guy had done about them sticking to the basement. Dumb as hell and more than a little spooky, if she was being honest, but like hell was she about to spend five more minutes in that cramped space with Self-Righteous Sam and the dorky duo. No way. She’d take a mountain monster over those three any day of the goddamn week now that she’d seen the shit they were willing to pull.

She checked her phone, groaned, and crossed to the other side of the room, holding it up towards the ceiling. Did that actually help you find bars? People on tv did it all the time, so there must’ve been something to it, only...

“There literally isn’t a cell tower up here, you know. You could be standing on the roof and not get anything.” Quiet entrances weren’t usually Emily’s thing. She wasn’t the kind of person who like, surprised you by just being there when you turned around; you always heard her coming. So the fact she’d gotten a jump on her like that? Yeah. Just sort of more proof that tonight was well and truly fucked.

“Wow. Thanks. Helpful.” Jess’s lips pursed up tight as she purposely swept her arm out again, straining her neck to check whether she bumped into any bars along the way. “Remind me why you never went out for cheerleading? You’re so good at it.”

There was no snappy comeback. There was no groan. No shitty laugh.

For some reason, that made her stomach twist up into a bunch of knots.

When she finally turned around, giving in the way she knew Emily wanted her to, Jess found her just...just standing there. It was weird how little she looked like herself there in the doorway of Beth’s bedroom, one of her hands picking pills of lint off of her top, the other hanging tiredly at her side. There was a circle of dampness around her shoulder where she’d cleaned herself off in the bathroom, and something that must’ve been gauze covered the massive bite the others had singled her out for. Already there were a few bloody spots soaking through, so she tried not to look at it.

She tried not to look at Emily at all, really. But it was hard.

“Why’d you do that?” she asked, not sounding curious, exactly, but more...suspicious, maybe. Confused. “Stand up for me down there?”

It was a relief to turn back to her phone, bars or no bars. “How about this - when I figure that one out, you’ll totally be the first one I tell.”

send me a flower and i'll make up a fic (that doesn't exist [yet {because we all know how bad my self restraint is}])!!!

#fudgeroach #asks #queenie writes supermassive #daw ty ash!!! its been.........A ROUGH COUPLE WEEKS LMAOOOO #but things are loOKIN UP!!!!! just a couple more weeks to go........

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katsukithme · 4 years ago

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First Aid

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Summary: Your pro hero boyfriend is annoyingly opposed to first aid, and you have to get a little persuasive.

Warnings: Language, suggestive themes, lil bit spicy!! Not smut but like I’m easing into it. Mentions of injury.

Word count: about 1.9k :)

A/N: idek what this is man I am just h word on main for angry blonde firecracker man

**Character is aged up to at least 20**

You've about had it with this man. This absolute stubborn child of a man. If his bottom lip weren't already split, right now you'd be very highly considering doing it yourself.

You both were crowded into your small bathroom in your apartment, first aid supplies strewn across what little counter space you had, a few knocked onto the tile floor. You'd learned very early on in your relationship that keeping a first aid kit on deck was essential to dating Katsuki Bakugou. If only the bastard would sit still so you could actually use it.

It was a feat in and of itself that you managed to get him in here for the first aid in the first place. It was like luring a cat into the bathroom right before a bath. He knew what was coming... and it took bribery of course. But he was here, hips leaning against the edge of the sink, arms crossed over his bare chest as he faces you. You were standing in front of him (conveniently between him and the door), antiseptic in one hand and a bandage in the other, desperately trying to clean the cuts that littered his skin.

"Katsuki, come on! Quit moving around!" You say sternly, trying once again to dab the cloth over the wide gash that reached from his collarbone to his shoulder. It had stopped bleeding a while ago, but it looked pretty gnarly. And you'd be damned if you didn't at least disinfect it.

"I told you, I don't need first aid! I'm not even hurt." He retorts, indignantly avoiding every move you make towards him. Finally you throw down the bandage with a loud groan.

"We do this every time! How many times do I have to tell you? If you don't clean them they could get infected!" You demand, hands on your hips.

"Tch. As if I'd ever let something like that happen to me." He was operating with one singular braincell, you were sure of it. And the braincell was sitting in the 'stubborn asshole' part of Katsuki's brain.

"You- it's not... Jesus christ. It's not something you let happen! It'll only take a minute to clean them up, I promise."

He doesn't seem the least bit convinced, brows drawn together in such a deep scowl. It was exactly the sort of face a mother would scold you for, saying it'd get stuck that way.

Sometimes for him, you really thought it did.

"You said it'd take just a minute last time. And it absolutely fuckin' did not." He gripes and you throw your hands up in exasperation. It was like talking to a brick wall.

"Because you kept moving!" He rolls his eyes and stands up from the counter, pushing past you gently to go towards the door.

"Whatever. I don't need first aid." He growls out. Your hands ball into fists and your face sets into a hard expression. You'd had enough... no more good cop.

Before he turns the door handle you say just one more thing- and it stops him dead in his tracks.

"Bakugou Katsuki, if you don't come over here and sit your ass down so I can treat your wounds, so help me god I won't fuck you for a month."

He freezes, hand still holding the doorknob. He turns slowly to look at you over his shoulder, expecting to find any sort of lie, a trace of a fracturing exterior so he knew you didn't mean it. Instead, all he was met with was a stone cold glare.

He scoffs. "You're bluffing." He tries, and your arms cross over your chest.

"Try me. Go ahead, leave the bathroom. Get used to fucking your hand, it'll be the only action you see."

He was tempted of course to just leave. The odds of you bluffing were pretty high... he wasn't stupid, he knew it was just as much of a punishment for you as it would be for him. But the look in your eyes– it was threatening. Kind of hot, but he'd keep that to himself. The threat of an agonizing dry spell was too risky for him to point that out.

"Fuck. Fine..." he relents. And he takes his hand slowly off the doorknob.

You smirk triumphantly as he trudged slowly back into the bathroom, scowl still set into his face with no signs of leaving any time soon. You take a few steps back, however many the right space would allow so you could direct him. As much as he despised it, your threat had him wrapped around your little finger. More than usual.

You jut out your chin once towards the toilet, which had the lid closed. "Sit, asshole. Lemme fix you up." You say, tone firm but just a little soft around the edges as he finally starts to do as you say.

He plops himself down on the seat with a grumble under his breath, something along the lines of 'this is cruel and unusual punishment, but he sits nonetheless. And he was almost pouting with that expression on his face. It was cute... even if he was acting like an child. You decide to make the ordeal a little sweeter for the man, even if he was being unruly. With antiseptic in one hand and a bandage in the other, you give a soft push to his chest so he'd sit back and make space for you.

It was a cramped sort of space, not super ideal for his comfort or yours. But he always had space for you. He cocks a brow curiously as you move him, but says nothing when he realizes you're going to take a seat. How could he say no? Even he'd admit, he liked having you so close. Even if you're tending to injuries that really weren't that bad.

You straddle his thighs as settle in on his lap, shifting just a little to get comfortable. His hands immediately find your hips, keeping you nice and close. Once he seemed contented enough, you get to work cleaning him up.

It's quiet in the bathroom as you tend to the wounds, the only sounds being that of your first aid ministrations and your mingled breathing. He watches you intently, taking in every little mannerism and facial expression, hands tracing absentminded circles into your hips. His fingertips were barely beneath the hem of your shirt, seeking out the warmth of your bare skin to keep him entertained while you treat his minor injuries.

Finally once most of the scratches and such were taken care of, you turn to the cut on his lip, eyes meeting that intense vermillion gaze. He was uncharacteristically quiet, but you knew it was much more than that.

Katsuki wasn't really a man of words. He didn't express his undying love every five minutes, and you didn't expect him to. Instead he showed it in actions, in unspoken words found shining in his eyes. In a small quirk of his lips when you laugh, or an affectionate eye roll when you do something dumb. Showed it in the way he kissed you. In the way he'd lay you down and give it to you nice and good, just the way you liked.

You lightly dab at the wound on his lip, being careful not to hurt him since it was still pretty fresh. He doesn't seem even slightly fazed.

"Gotta be more careful, and lemme do this for you. Can't have you getting more hurt because you're bein' stubborn." You mumble, averting your eyes from that deep stare to eye the plush of his split bottom lip while you cleaned him up. If you made eye contact any longer, he'd have the satisfaction of making you blush.

He grunts softly, pulling you a little closer on his lap. "I was gonna let you." He mumbles, and it makes you roll your eyes. And his lips quirk up just a bit.

"You were not. You were gonna walk right out that door if I didn't threaten to take away sex." You mumble, and one of his hands starts to trace up your spine, effectively arching you against his chest.

"Maybe. But if I hadn't, you wouldn't be on my lap, would you?" He snarks, but his voice is all soft. You put your first aid supplies down on the counter and turn your eyes back to his once again, and he was grinning. He almost looked smug.

"Ah, shut up. Didn't have to sit here. Did it for you." He snorts in response, strong arms wrapping firmly around your waist.

"Sure you were." He was sarcastic, but his tone was still fond. "You like bein' this close just as much as I do, ass." You wrinkle your nose at him and push at his chest in retaliation, but it only makes him draw you in closer.

"You're the ass. Wouldn't sit still, wouldn't shut up till I said I wouldn't fuck you. Think with your dick, huh?" You tease, and his lips raise in a half playful snarl. Large palms slide over your hips to grab handfuls of your ass, keeping you right up against him.

"Shut the fuck up. You like when I think with my dick. Gets you all hot for me." He mumbles, lips barely brushing yours when he leans in close. You could feel the heat in your cheeks at the comment, spreading to the tips of your ears. He always did know just what to say to get you wrapped around his finger.

"What," he continues, dragging your hips forward against his own and you choke back a gasp. "Suddenly you're all quiet? Bet t's'cause I'm right. But I dunno, maybe I'm just thinking with my dick." You have to struggle not to whine as his hands guide you back and forth across his lap, and by god the friction was going to kill you. Your hands clutch to hard muscled shoulders, aching to gain back some semblance of self control.

But it was hard to keep sane around Katsuki. Damn near impossible.

"Fuck... you..." you breathe, trying to give him a glare but it comes off a little more wanton than you intended. His teeth graze your bottom lip, biting it gently and tugging outward before letting it back into place. His hips cant upwards, rolling into yours as he keeps you rooted firmly in place, and it tears a moan from your lips.

"Yeah? You wanna?" His voice has dipped down dangerously low in his throat, rumbling through his chest and sleeping into your bones. Between the movement of his hips and his mouthing along your jaw you felt as if you were going to combust.

"You're gonna be the death of me..." You can feel that damn shit eating grin against your jaw, and when your eyes meet deep vermillion you know you're a goner. He had you, hook line and sinker.

"Complain all you want, but you're whipped for me," he mumbles, one hand leaving the plush of your ass to cup the back of your neck, dragging you into a kind of kiss that made your toes curl, your knees shake. Hot and heavy, tongue and teeth.

Yeah, you were pretty whipped for Katsuki Bakugou... but he was just as whipped for you.

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