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focusonkayjay · 4 months ago

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between the ride and the roses (15)

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn, angst, smut, fluff

Word count: 5.4k+

Series summary: There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.

Chapter Warnings: angst, angst and angst, mature language, mention of injuries, stitches.

A/N: happy taehyung day !! <3 it's still the 30th where i live and i truly hope that tae had a day filled with love and happiness.

in light of everything, i also want to acknowledge the heartbreaking tragedy of the plane crash in korea. my heart goes out to all the victims and their families, and i am sending my deepest condolences. may they find peace, and may those we've lost rest in peace🕊️

part 15: carnation crash

The second Jungkook pulls the door open, his eyes land on you, and the sight sends a sharp pang through his chest. Your disheveled state, the bandage wrapped around your head and the one on your hand doesn’t escape him.

His mind races with questions. He wonders how you got here at this hour. Did you walk all this way? The very thought carves an ache deep into him, one he struggles to name.

“Y/n?” he finally manages, his voice low. “Kook…” you breathe out, and the sound of your voice... so drained, so heavy with fear and unease sends his heart into freefall. You don’t wait for him to say more. Stepping forward, you wrap your arms around his torso, clinging to him.

Jungkook freezes for a moment, startled, but then he exhales and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. With one hand, he carefully reaches behind to shut the door, cocooning you both in the quiet of his apartment.

“Did you walk here?” he asks softly, his voice laced with concern. You nod weakly against his chest. “I missed you.” you whisper, and the raw vulnerability in your words almost undoes him.

He bites down on his lower lip, hard, fighting the urge to crumble. He knows he can’t let himself weaken… not now, not when he feels like the very reason for your pain.

“Let me get you some water.” he says quietly, carefully removing your hands from his torso. His touch lingers, hesitant, but he doesn’t meet your eyes as he turns and walks towards the kitchen.

You trail after him, your gaze fixed on his figure. You can’t help but notice the tension in his shoulders, the way he avoids looking your way. He searches for a glass, his movements slow yet restless, and his teeth worry at his lower lip.

“Kook...” you call out softly, breaking the suffocating silence. “Why didn’t you come to the hospital?” The question lingers in the air, heavy and unyielding. He freezes mid-motion, an empty glass in his hand, and finally turns to face you. The light from the kitchen spills over him, illuminating every detail you hadn’t noticed before.

Your breath hitches. His face, bruised and battered, tells a story you know he won’t voice. The gash on his lip glints faintly under the overhead light, but it’s his eyes... red, swollen, brimming with a guilt so profound it seems to engulf him. The physical wounds are merely the surface, it’s the storm raging beneath that terrifies you.

“Did you get into a fight?” you ask, your voice trembling as you step closer. He doesn’t answer. His jaw clenches, and he turns away, his shoulders taut as if trying to bear the crushing weight of your question. He sets the glass down on the counter, gripping it tightly, as though it’s the only thing grounding him.

“Kook, look at me.” Your voice wavers, raw with the strain of emotions you’ve kept bottled up. When he still doesn’t respond, you close the distance, gently cupping his face in your hands to make him look at you. His skin is warm beneath your touch, but his expression remains cold, distant.

“I told you to stop this.” Your voice cracks. “You promised me you wouldn’t get into fights—”

“How could I not?” he snaps suddenly, his voice sharp, the edge of it cutting through you. You pull your hands back, startled by the intensity of his tone. His hands clench into fists at his sides as he looks at you, his eyes ablaze with a fury born of anguish. “After what Mingyu did? After what happened to you?”

Your chest tightens as the weight of his words sinks in. “Kook, I never asked you to fight him—”

“You didn’t have to!” His voice rises, breaking under the force of his emotions. “Do you think I could just stand there and do nothing? Let him get away with it? After I saw... your shop, the ruins, the broken pots... do you have any idea what that did to me?” His voice trembles, and his fists tighten further. “I saw what he tried to do to you, Y/n. To us. Do you think I could just let that go?”

“Kook, you’re not listening to me—”

“No, you’re not listening to me!” he yells, his voice shattering the fragile space between you. “I couldn’t come to the hospital because I couldn’t face you, okay? I couldn’t... I couldn’t see you like that, knowing it's all my fault.”

You step back, stunned. “Your fault? Kook, none of this is your fault. Mingyu is the one who—”

“But it started with me!” he cuts you off, his voice breaking. “If I hadn’t moved next door to you, if I hadn’t been such an ass to you from the very start, if I hadn’t—” His voice falters, his breath hitching as he tries to steady himself. “You’d still have your peace, Y/n. Your shop wouldn’t be in ruins. You wouldn’t be hurt.”

“Kook, stop.” Your voice trembles as you take a step closer, desperate to reach him. “You can’t blame yourself for this. Mingyu’s actions are his, not yours.” you explain.

But he shakes his head, his eyes glistening. “He came after you because of me. Because he figured out what you mean to me. Because he realized that hurting you was the easiest way to get to me.”

Your breath catches at his words. His voice softens, but the pain in it sharpens every syllable. “I... I promised myself I’d protect you, Y/n. But look at you now... bandaged, bruised, broken... all because I couldn’t keep you safe.”

“That’s not true.” you whisper, your voice thick with tears. “You didn’t do this to me, Kook. Mingyu did.” you try again, desperate to make him understand.

He exhales shakily, running a trembling hand through his hair. A bitter laugh escapes him, heavy with self-loathing. “It’s so hard for me to look at you…” he mutters, as if confessing to himself more than to you. His words hit like a hammer, and your heart feels on the verge of shattering.

“To act like I’m not the reason for the chaos in your life...for everything wrong that has happened to you... I've always been an ass to you... made you cry... and it scares me because I just—” He stops abruptly, his words hanging unfinished, but the weight of what he wants to say is almost suffocating.

“You just what, Kook?” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “You just what?”

His eyes lock with yours, and for a fleeting moment, you think you can see everything he’s been holding back. His lips part, but then he steps back, retreating from the vulnerability threatening to spill over. “It doesn’t matter...” he exhales, his voice cold and detached now, the walls he’s been trying to build, slamming back into place.

“It does matter.” you cry, your voice breaking. “It matters to me, Kook. You matter to me.”

“No. Not anymore.” he says firmly, his tone void of the warmth you so desperately seek. “What matters is that... that I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending like I’m good for you.”

“You’re wrong.” you sob, stepping closer, but he moves back, the distance between you widening like an unbridgeable gap. “You’re so wrong.”

“You deserve better. Someone who doesn’t bring chaos into your life. Someone who—”

“Stop it!” you plead, your voice trembling under the weight of your sobs. “Stop trying to decide what’s best for me! You don’t get to do that, Kook.” Your chest rises and falls with each shaky breath as you lock eyes with him, desperately hoping to find a flicker of understanding, a shared agreement. “You are good for me.”

“I really... I really wish I was.” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. The words hang in the air, an unwelcome silence settling between you, and as he looks at you one final time, his expression is a heart-wrenching blend of longing and devastation.

Then, before you can respond, he takes a step closer, grabbing your wrist... not harshly, but firmly enough that you know he’s not letting go.

“Kook, what are you doing?” you ask, panic creeping into your voice as he begins pulling you towards the door. “Let me go! Kook, stop!” you protest, trying to dig your heels into the floor, but his grip remains steady, unyielding.

“We’re done talking.” he says, his voice low but resolute as he steps out of his house and drags you down the stairs of his apartment building. Within seconds, the cool night air hits your face as he pulls you outside. Your heart pounds, confusion and heartbreak intertwining in a chaos.

“Kook, please, just let me—”

He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even look at you as he steps onto the curb and flags down a passing cab. The car screeches to a halt right in front of you, and before you can process what’s happening, he’s opening the door and guiding you inside.

“Kook, stop this!” you plead, your voice shaking as you push against his arm, but he doesn’t budge. His grip on your wrist is firm yet gentle, his jaw set with an unwavering determination.

“Please don’t do this, Jungkook.” you plead, your voice cracking as you reluctantly slide into the backseat, your gaze fixed on him through the window. You reach for the door handle, but he presses his palm firmly against it, stopping you from opening it.

With his hand still on the cab door, he leans towards the driver, his body tense. His voice is steady, yet it trembles with the weight of his emotions. “Please take her home safely.” he says, quickly rattling off your address, his urgency leaving no space for refusal.

Through the glass, you see him standing there, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets, his head bowed low as he steps away from the car. He doesn’t look at you, not even when the driver starts the car and pulls away from the curb.

You twist in your seat, craning your neck to keep him in view for as long as possible. But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t look. Doesn’t chase after you. He stays rooted to the spot, growing smaller and smaller in the distance.

Tears blur your vision, streaming freely down your face as the reality of his actions sinks in. The ache in your chest intensifies, a searing pain that feels like it could tear you apart. You press a trembling hand against your mouth, trying to stifle the sobs that grow louder with each passing moment.

The driver glances at you through the rearview mirror, his expression softening at the sight of your distress. Reaching near the gear shift, he carefully pulls out a small packet of tissues. Without saying a word, he extends his hand towards the back seat, offering the tissues to you.

You take them weakly. “Thank you...” you whisper, though your voice is barely audible over your quiet sobs. The kindness only makes you cry harder, and you clutch the tissues tightly, using them to wipe your face.

The throbbing stitches on your forehead and the sting of the cut on your hand are nothing compared to the fire raging in your chest. Every breath feels like a struggle as your mind replays the last few minutes over and over again.

What just happened? How did it come to this? How could someone who held you so gently let you go so forcefully?

You sit there trembling in the backseat, tears streaming down your face as the weight of it all crashes down on you. The faint hum of the car engine fades into the background as your thoughts spiral, mourning the loss of something that burned so brightly yet lasted so briefly.

Your hands clutch the tissues the driver gave you as the trembling in your fingers betrays your fragile state. You try to understand Jungkook... his guilt, his torment. You try to make sense of his words, of his actions. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t understand why he thinks this is the solution when it so clearly isn’t.

Why couldn’t he just hold you tonight? Why couldn’t he just ease your fears instead of letting his own guilt push you away?

The questions churn in your mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. Your chest feels tight, every breath a battle as you remember the look on his face... the way he couldn’t even meet your eyes, the way he chose to make you leave instead of trying to comfort you.

After the day you’d had, the chaos, the fear, the pain, all you wanted was him. You needed him to be there for you, to remind you that you weren’t alone, that things would be okay.

But instead, he let his guilt dictate his actions, and now here you are, alone in the backseat of a cab, the town lights casting fleeting shadows across your tear-streaked face. A bitter ache blooms in your chest, spreading through you like wildfire as the betrayal of his decision sinks in.

How could he not see what you needed? How could he think that leaving you like this... so harshly, so suddenly... was what would make you happy?

Your trembling grows worse, your body reacting to the storm inside you as the cab continues its journey through the quiet streets. You don’t even notice the driver’s occasional glances of concern anymore... you’re too lost in your thoughts, replaying every moment, every word, every touch that led to this point.

Meanwhile, Jungkook barely makes it inside his apartment before his knees give out the second he enters. Sliding down against the door, he collapses, his body trembling as sobs tear through him.

For the first time in years, he lets himself break completely. The sound is raw, jagged, his cries dragging painfully through his throat as he struggles to catch his breath.

The weight of his actions crashes over him, bitter and relentless, like thorns piercing every corner of his soul. He hates himself, hates the choice he made, hates the pain he saw etched into your face as you looked at him, so fragile, so vulnerable.

But the guilt, the overwhelming culpability, feels even worse. He tells himself he did this for you, to protect you, to spare you from the chaos he seems to bring.

And yet, every fiber of his being aches for you, but to love you, he believes, comes at a cost... a cost that risks your peace, your safety.

And if he has to love you from a distance, from the shadows of a life apart, then so be it. He clings to that thought like a lifeline, convincing himself that this is what’s best, even as the emptiness gnaws at him.

For now, he decides, this is what is right. This is the sacrifice he must make.

You stay in bed, cocooned under the heavy blanket, clutching a pillow tightly to your chest as if it could somehow hold you together. The morning sky outside is gloomy, gray clouds mirroring the shallow darkness of your room.

Tears stream steadily down your face, your blocked nose and dry throat adding to the discomfort that seems to settle in your very bones.

Just fifteen minutes ago, Taehyung called, his voice warm and reassuring as he informed you that he and the others were already at your shop, overseeing the repair work. He told you not to worry, that everything would be taken care of. But honestly? Worrying about your shop is the last thing on your mind right now.

Because a shop can be fixed. It can be refurbished, repainted, and restored to what it once was. But your heart? That’s a different story. You’re not sure if this ache in your chest can be repaired, not after last night.

You haven’t slept a wink since the minute you got home. The blanket feels suffocating yet necessary, the only thing holding you together against the cold mattress beneath. You sniffle, burying your face deeper into the pillow, as if it could absorb the emotions tearing you apart.

Jungkook. His name, his face, his voice... it’s all you can think about. The way he looked at you, the way he slammed the cab door shut, and the way he didn’t look up once as the cab drove away. It’s like a cruel replay in your mind, over and over, until it physically hurts.

You’re sad. You’re angry. You’re confused. You’re everything at once, and it’s overwhelming. Part of you wants to scream at him, to yell and demand answers about his cruel decision.

The other part of you aches for him, misses him with an intensity you can’t describe. It’s a mess... a tangled, aching mess. And all you can do is lie there, tears soaking into the pillow, as the weight of it all crashes over you again and again.

Hours stretch endlessly, a haze of grief and exhaustion anchoring you to the bed. You feel lifeless, too weak to eat, to shower, even to redress your wounds.

The world outside darkens, shadows spilling into your room as the sky shifts to twilight. By now, your cheeks are dry, though your eyes burn from endless tears, and your body feels heavy, hollow, like a corpse waiting to be claimed.

You never thought you’d be like this over someone.

But this is Jungkook.

The realization hits you, sharp and painful, as the weight of his absence settles like a boulder in your chest. He means so much to you, more than you even allowed yourself to admit before.

This unrelenting ache, this unbearable toll... it's the answer to a question you never thought to ask yourself. You never imagined you could be so consumed by the loss of someone, so utterly dismantled.

With a sudden surge of determination, you sit up abruptly. Your hair is disheveled, and your shirt hangs loosely off your shoulder, but you don’t care. You can’t just sit here, drowning in sorrow because of his hasty, senseless decision. This isn’t fair... not to him, not to you.

He doesn’t get to walk away like this. He doesn’t get to make this choice alone, to break something that doesn’t deserve to be broken.

You need to see him.

You need to tell him everything... the hurt, the love, the anger, the ache. You need closure. You need to fight for this, for him, for yourself.

Hastily, you climb off the bed, the disheveled sheets a testament to your restless hours. You don’t care about the mess, your tear-streaked face, or the wild tangle of your hair.

The thought of fixing yourself up doesn’t even cross your mind. You grab your sandals with trembling hands, slipping them on in such a rush that you don’t even notice they’re both on the wrong feet, and storm out the front door without a second thought.

The cold evening air bites at your skin as you run, your breath puffing in small clouds in front of you. But you don’t stop. You can’t stop. Your heart pounds with every step, driven by an urgency that blocks out everything else.

When you finally near your shop, you catch a glimpse of workers moving about, carrying tools and materials. Taehyung’s voice echoes faintly as he supervises the repairs, but you barely register it. Your focus is locked on the shop next door.

The lights are still on.

Without hesitation, you stride to the entrance. Your hands tremble as you grip the door handle, pushing it open with more force than necessary.

Jungkook stands behind the counter, busy with a crumpled receipt in his hand. The moment you step inside, his head snaps up, eyes widening at your sudden, unannounced presence.

He looks startled, unprepared, but you don’t stop. Your steps are uneven, your breathing labored, and the weight of everything you’ve been holding in presses down on you as you approach him.

“You think you can just walk away from everything? From me? From us?” Your voice cuts through the silence, trembling yet forceful, raw with emotion.

Jungkook freezes, his face unreadable, but his eyes betray him. They scan you slowly, taking in the worn-out t-shirt slipping off your shoulder, the wrinkled sweatpants clinging to your frame, and the mismatched sandals on your feet.

You look disheveled, undone... but it’s the tear-streaked face and red, swollen eyes that hit him the hardest.

“You want to take the blame for everything?” you cry, your voice growing louder as the pain spills out. “Fine, Jungkook! Take the blame. Be the hero. But guess what? Walking away doesn’t fix anything. It doesn’t fix me, it doesn’t fix you, and it sure as hell doesn’t fix whatever you think you’re protecting me from!”

Your voice cracks, and you clutch your chest as though trying to hold your heart together before it shatters completely.

“I needed you…” The sob tears its way out of you, your voice breaking as tears stream down your cheeks. “I needed you, Jungkook. Yesterday, I was… I was so fucking scared… I thought I was going to lose my mind. I thought—” You falter, struggling to find the words, but push through. “I thought you’d be there for me. I thought you’d hold me and tell me it was going to be okay. But you—”

Your voice wavers, anger seeping into your tone as you glare at him through the tears. “You didn’t show up. You shut me out, and when I came to find you, you wouldn’t even look at me. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you just decided to force me to leave and then walk away? How could you do that? How could you just… be so... so harsh?"

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. But he doesn’t say a word. He just stands there, rooted in place, his guilt and anguish written all over his face as he sees you unravelling.

“You think this makes you noble?” you shout, your voice rising with every word. “You think breaking me like this is some grand gesture of love? Newsflash, Jungkook... it’s not! You can’t just destroy someone in the name of protecting them!”

Your fists clench at your sides as you step closer, standing right in front of him. “You say you want to protect me, but do you even realize what you’re doing to me? You’re killing me, Jungkook. Every second without you feels like I’m being ripped apart, piece by piece.”

Your fists come up, weak and shaky, and you hit his chest... not to hurt him, but because you don’t know what else to do with the storm raging inside you. “You’re a coward.” you sob, hitting him again. “You’re such a jerk!”

“Such…” Another hit.

“A…” And another.

“Jerk!”

Your hands fall limp against his chest, and your tears flow harder. “I can’t do this...” you whisper, shaking your head as your voice trembles. “I can’t keep pretending I’m okay when I’m not. You’re breaking me, Jungkook. You’re breaking me, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

You clutch the fabric of his shirt, your hands trembling, your forehead pressed desperately against his chest. “I love you…” you sob, the words breaking free before you can stop them. “I love you so much it hurts. And you—” your voice cracks as you pause, choking on your tears.

Jungkook’s breath catches in his throat, the sound sharp and pained. You said it. You said the very words he’s been carrying on the tip of his tongue for what feels like forever.

Usually, this should’ve been a moment of joy, a moment where the world stood still in happiness, but instead, it’s devastating.

He should’ve been the one to say it first, to hold you close and profess the depths of his love without hesitation. But now, here you are, unraveling in front of him.

The words fall from your lips not as a declaration but as a plea, a raw, desperate attempt to keep from losing everything. He feels the weight of your emotions, the depth of your vulnerability, and it cuts him deeper than he thought possible.

In another life, another time, those words would have lit up his world. But here and now, they tear him apart because they come wrapped in heartbreak, in the unbearable fragility of this moment.

Your voice softens into a trembling whisper, heavy with anguish. “You’re just standing there, letting me fall apart. I don’t understand why. I don’t understand how you can do this to us.”

The silence that follows is unbearable, suffocating in its weight. Jungkook doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

His silence presses down on you, crushing and unrelenting, until it feels like the very air between you has turned into a barrier you can’t break through.

You let out a bitter, broken laugh, shaking your head as you take a step back. “You can’t even say anything, can you? You can’t even tell me why you’re doing this.”

Your chest heaves as you draw in a shaky breath. “You know what, Jungkook? If you want to be a coward, then just be one. If this is how you think love works… if this is all you’re capable of… then maybe I was wrong about you all along.”

The words hang heavy in the air, sharp and cutting. You see him flinch, but you don’t stop.

“You’re selfish. You’re nothing but a scared little boy who runs the moment things get hard. So go ahead, Jungkook. Walk away. But don’t you dare think you’re doing this for me. You’re doing this because you’re too much of a coward to fight for what really matters.”

Your voice cracks, and without waiting for a response, you turn and storm out of the shop. The cold air hits your face, but you don’t stop walking, your tears blurring the path ahead.

Jungkook stands frozen in the middle of the shop, the silence suffocating. His hands shake as they curl into fists at his sides, your words reverberating in his mind.

A soft cough breaks the stillness. Yoongi steps out of the storeroom, hands shoved into his pockets as he leans against the doorframe. He watches Jungkook for a moment, the tears streaming down his face and the turmoil etched into his features.

“Didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” Yoongi mutters as he steps into the room, his tone calm but cutting. His sharp eyes land on Jungkook, who remains frozen, staring at the door you just stormed out of. “But… damn, Kook, you really outdid yourself this time.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer. His chest feels like it’s caving in, each breath heavier than the last as your words echo relentlessly in his mind. Yoongi sighs, stepping closer, the sound of his boots faint against the shop’s worn floor.

“You’re a goddamn idiot.” Yoongi says, though his voice carries no malice... just weariness, disappointment. “There’s a fine line between protecting someone and pushing them away, and you’re not walking that line. You’re sprinting straight into the void.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, his shoulders slumping under the weight of Yoongi’s words.

“So let me get this straight...” Yoongi continues, his tone sharper now. “You fought Mingyu yesterday, got yourself beat to hell, didn’t visit her... didn’t even check on her... knowing she was hurt. You let her come all the way to your place, injured and worried, and then you forced her to leave... just so you could throw more salt into her wounds?”

Jungkook flinches, guilt painted across his face.

“And for what, huh? What did you think you’d accomplish?” Yoongi demands, stepping closer. “What did you think you’d prove by punching a guy who thrives off chaos? Mingyu? That bastard doesn’t give a fuck. He won’t change.”

“I—” Jungkook starts, but Yoongi cuts him off with a harsh laugh.

“No. Don’t give me excuses.” Yoongi snaps, his calm exterior cracking just enough to show the frustration bubbling underneath. “I’ve known you long enough to see through that. Just tell me... what the hell did you think would happen after fighting that motherfucker?”

Jungkook’s voice is barely above a whisper. “He said he’d leave her alone if I gave him my bike.”

Yoongi freezes, his brow furrowing as the words sink in. “Your bike?” he repeats slowly, the disbelief clear. “You gave up your bike to that scumbag?”

Jungkook nods, shame pulling his head down like a weight.

Yoongi exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair as realization dawns. “So that’s why you came walking to the shop today? You actually gave it to him?”

Another nod.

“Unbelievable.” Yoongi groans, leaning heavily against the counter. He closes his eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking at Jungkook again. “You’re the most self-sacrificing fool I’ve ever met.”

Jungkook sniffs, wiping his face with the back of his hand, but Yoongi isn’t done.

"You think giving up your bike was noble? Maybe it was. But do you think it made her feel any less hurt? Less abandoned? Less... unloved?” Yoongi’s voice softens, though his words remain as sharp as ever. “Because that’s what this all boils down to, doesn’t it? You think hurting yourself makes you the hero of this story.”

Jungkook looks up at him, eyes rimmed red. “He said he’d leave her alone.” he whispers, his voice trembling. “He said if I gave him my bike, he’d back off.” he tries to prove his point.

Yoongi sighs, disbelief clouding his face. “And you believed him?”

Jungkook looks down, shame pulling his head lower again. “I just wanted her to be safe.”

“You think safety is all she needs ?!” Yoongi’s voice rises, his frustration spilling over. “Jungkook, you don’t love someone by giving them walls to live behind. You love them by standing beside them, even when it’s hard.... especially when it’s hard.”

Yoongi exhales sharply, his frustration barely contained. “You’ve got a good heart, Kook, but you’re an idiot when it comes to love. You think hurting yourself makes you some kind of hero, but all it does is make her feel more alone. And you? You look like a coward. Because that’s what you’re doing... running. Hiding behind guilt and these grand gestures no one asked for.”

Jungkook tries to speak, but Yoongi cuts him off with a sharp glare.

“You need to stop running, Kook.” Yoongi says, his voice firm but laced with an odd gentleness. “You’ve been running ever since the moment you realized you liked her. Afraid to show her the depth of it. Afraid to let her see you vulnerable. And what has it gotten you? Nothing but pain.”

Jungkook swallows hard, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “I just... don't want her to get hurt again...” he murmurs, his voice cracking.

“And yet, you hurt her yourself.” Yoongi counters softly. “Look, I get it. Love is messy. It’s terrifying. But it’s also the only thing worth fighting for. And not with your fists, Kook. With your heart.”

Jungkook’s tears spill over, his hands trembling at his sides. Yoongi steps closer, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “You’ve got one chance to make this right.” he says. “Stop thinking about how to protect her and start thinking about how to be there for her. She doesn’t need a savior. She needs you.”

Yoongi lets the silence linger for a moment before sighing and straightening up.

“Also… about your bike...” he adds, his tone softening slightly. “I’ll take care of that. You? All you need to think about is how to make it up to Y/n. If you really don’t want to lose her, Kook, you need to fix this.”

Jungkook looks up at him, a flicker of hope mixed with despair in his watery eyes. Yoongi squeezes his shoulder once more before stepping back, his gaze steady and unwavering.

"Love isn’t supposed to be easy." Yoongi says quietly, his voice steady and resolute. "But it’s worth every damn scar. Don’t run away from it, Kook. Don’t throw it away just because it’s hard."

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afrognamedfizzarolli · 1 year ago

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Helluva Boss Season 2 trailer break down. Pt 3: Ghost Fuckers!

Ive been so fucking excited for this one since Brandon said it is his favorite episode he's worked on yet!!

Okay so this might honestly just be me being crazy, but I have to talk about it. Blitzø is giving Taako so hard here. For everyone who has no clue what I'm talking about (which I assume is a lot, I doubt there's much cross over between these fandoms) Taako is a character from The Adventure Zone: Balance, a DnD actual play podcast done by the McElroy family. He is a fan favorite, him and other aspects of the series have been referenced in a lot of other animated shows.

I'm making this connection for a few reasons, most notably is the outfit, which is very reminiscent to the general fanon depiction of Taako, as well as how Blitzø's voice gets really high and sounds almost like Brandon's impression of Taako. All of this might be me reading into something that isn't there, trying to connect two of my favorite pieces of media.

Back to the actual episode:

A few shots are scattered around the trailer of Blitzø and Millie fighting in two distinct scenes. The first is present day, It looks like Blitzø has been possessed and attacks Millie.

The second I believe is a flashback to when they met. Millie has long hair like we have seen her have in the past, most notably her and Moxxie's wedding photo. Their first encounter i believe is this fight, we will see this as well as some more with them properly meeting, like Blitzø being insanely impressed by how skilled Millie is, and offer her a job at I.M.P.

I am just now noticing this on my final edits with these posts, I believe the scene where Blitzø crashes the van happens either early in this episode, or in the last two somewhere. because it looks here to be the van but extreamly damaged

Here we see the owner of the hotel, still unnamed to my knowledge, having the same glowing eyes Blitzø has when he's possessed. I believe that means one of two things. Either here he is also possessed by the same or similar being. Or its him that is who possess Blitzø. I personlly suspect the latter. This episode is clearly going to have a strong Scooby Doo vibe, so the big bad really being the guy that brought them there in the first place makes the most sense.

Again I am sorry for the shit photo quality, and possible bad grammar and spelling. I currently have the posts for the rest of the episodes nearly done so expect those in the next few hours ♡ Id love to hear any other ideas or theories about the upcoming episodes, or anything I missed/got wrong!

Pt. 1: The Full Moon | Pt. 2 :Apology Tour | Pt. 3: Ghostfuckers | Pt. 4: Mastermind | Pt. 5: Sinsmas

#helluva boss #hellaverse #Helluva boss analyzations #blitzø #blitzo buckzo #Blitz #Blitzo #Millie #millie knolastname #brandon rogers #vivziepop #Spindle horse #Mammon #season 2 trailer

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angelic-writer · 9 months ago

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Fear of the Deep - Sleep with the Fishes (Not Really)

Day 6 of @augusnippets

Prompts: Car accident/Plane crash/ship wreck

CW: Drowning

Fandom: Fear of the Deep by @moonlightsmasquerade

Cain was always a meticulous planner, barely budging when things don't go his way. Miriam and Dylan had to literally drag his ass out when his oxygen tank got low. He threw a hissy fit not long after. So it shouldn't be that surprising when a pop up storm rolled over the ocean while the trio was out. Miriam tried countless times to tell him to get back to the dock, but he shrugged her off. That's when a rogue wave hit the side of the boat, causing it to smash into the a nearby rock, making the ship split in two. The force of the crash caused Cain to fall over the boat edge and into the water.

He didn't remember hitting his head. All he knew was that one second, he was on the boat, the next, he was in the water. It was cold, so cold. He tried to move his limbs, but they were like lead, refusing to work. He opened his mouth to call out to someone, but the taste of salt greeted him as he inhaled water. Is this how the people that went missing were feeling when they die? Is he going to be like one of them? Miriam and Dylan will never find him, at best finding his body hours away from their location.

What a shitty way to die.

In the corner of his eye, he spotted something glittering in the water. When he took a closer look, he saw a humanoid fish creature swimming towards him along with several more of them, all smiling at him with their sharp teeth. Cain blinked. He thought those things were a myth, but here he was, seeing them with his own two eyes. As if hypnotized by their beauty, he reached out to them. He was just out of reach.

His lungs burned. His vision was growing dark.

As he closed his eyes, he heard one of them speak to him.

"Soon, Cain. Soon, you will become one of us."

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As he slowly became aware, he could feel something pressing on his chest pretty hard. Cain wanted to scream out, telling that person "That hurts!" but he couldn't move. He couldn't open his eyes. The pressure stopped momentarily as someone pried his mouth open, pinched his nose shut and breathed into him.

Is someone... trying to revive me?

"C'mon, Cain! Wake up, dude!"

Dylan?

Oh... He and Miriam got me after all.

After what felt like minutes of Dylan (or Miriam? Maybe both.) trying to resuscitate him, he finally responded. Water spilled out of his mouth, the two of them rolling him onto his side so he doesn't aspirate the water.

"Hey, dude. You're okay now. You're okay." Dylan said, trying to catch his breath. Cain peeled his eyes open, seeing his and Miriam's blurry figures.

"Mmm... G'mornin'..." He mumbled.

"Seriously? That's all you have to say? Jesus Christ, Cain, you nearly died! You're lucky we even got to you in time!!" Miriam shouted.

Cain sat up. "Uuuuuuugh, Miri, quit being a drama queen. I just had a little swim, that's all."

"A little swim.- Do you ever take anything seriously?! You need to stop scaring us like that! Imagine what would've happened if you were alone!"

Dylan wrapped his jacket around Cain who was soaking wet. "Yeah, I have to agree with her. You really need to listen to us."

"Dylan, I could've swam up on my own. I didn't need your guys' help." He coughed. Although what he said was true, he could've swam up on his own, but he couldn't move his body. It was like he was paralyzed. Must've been that blow to the head. He rubbed the back of his head, wincing.

"Okay, you need to rest. C'mon." Dylan lifted him up to his feet and started walking him back to their headquarters, Miriam scolding Cain the whole way. He looked back to the ocean, the image of the fish creatures smiling at him repeating in his mind.

He was far away from the dock so how did he get back there? Did they carry him here?

It was hard to concentrate with the throbbing pain.

#fear of the deep #cain morgan #miriam hopkins #dylan jones #augusnippets day 6

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iheartgod175 · 2 years ago

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Fanfic Sneak Peek Theater ACT 1: For the Fighters

Hey there everyone! As promised, here’s the previews for the fics that I’m currently working on! A few you guys already know about already, while a few others may surprise you! And I did my best to pick a few parts from select scenes that will leave you all foaming at the mouth for an update. Uh, just don’t beat me up to get an update, okay? ^^

As the title states, the first part of the SPT is for those who love action and violence. And with how my mind works, there’s no shortage of that in these works lol.

First up, Chapter 5 of Darkness Rewrite, titled “Stronghold of Darkness”! If I launched into a summary, I’m going to spoil the whole thing, so let me just leave ya with a lil’ preview!

The shingles of the roof were scraped off as Material-B made contact with the roof, racing up to meet him. His next punch sent the Super Reader through the chimney and into a tree, bursting through the wood and sliding through the dirt. His opponent didn't give him a chance to even rest, coming up behind him and kicking him in the side, so hard that he was certain he felt bones shift in ways they weren't supposed to.

"SIR! RESPOND!" Juggernaut's voice, uncharacteristically for a computer, sounded horrified.

Alpha Pig would have, but Material-B dragged him up by the collar of his uniform to meet his face. He sneered.

"So much for that dare. Admit it. You lost, Alpha Pig. But don't worry. You'll join your dear friends, soon enough."

He dropped him, and the punch that slammed into his stomach tore a heaving gasp from the preschooler's throat, his blue eyes widened with pain. He hurtled through the air, crashing through another tree, splinters digging into his limbs and machinery. He bounced off the ground twice, eventually coming to rest against one of the boulders that remained in the forest. His body went limp, unimaginable pain coursing through his body.

Material-B's horrifying laugh echoed through his ringing ears, being the final nail in the coffin for his defeat.

Second on my list is chapter 4 of The Zula Patrol: Dreamscape Crusade Remastered, titled, “Breach”. Things get a little dicey for Multo as he navigates an unfamiliar world with an unlikely foe as an ally.

He couldn't help but wonder: was this his fate for his refusal to listen to the Temple's teachings? Was this his punishment: trapped in a horrible world, where he didn't know what had happened to his friends and family, alone and hunted?

He shook his head. No, now's not the time to think of that! I've got to find out where I am, and how to get out of it!

He let out a low groan as he pushed himself out of bed, the papers crumpling under his feet. On the chair next to the bed was a small stick, which he used to prop himself as he walked. It would do as a makeshift weapon, but he hoped that nothing would come to that.

He pushed open the door, looking down the corridor, noting that it was a little cleaner, but not by much. Similar marks were all over the walls, these written in green ink rather than red. A tangy, metallic odor reached Multo's nostrils, and he winced, a sinking sense of dread filling him. My stars...is that blood?! What sick person draws on the walls with other peoples' blood?!

The metallic smell became stronger, almost overpowering. His heightened senses allowed him to pick up more sounds: the sounds of teeth tearing into flesh and intermittent growls.

His gut screamed at him, "Get out now." And although he knew he should, a part of him wanted to see. Against his better judgement, he stole a glance around the corner, praying that it wasn't a rabid animal.

What he saw made him wish that it was.

And finally, this project is one that I’ve been working on since last year, titled “Hardly A Laughing Matter”. It’s one of my numerous Hanna-Barbera Head Dumps that I wrote when I had finished watching Date a Live IV. @blazing-shadows will probably get super hyped about this scene XD

In seconds, Hardy had gone from remaining on the ground, to pushing through the crowd, even shoving a kid to get to his best friend. He fell to his knees and held the lion's shoulders, shaking him. "Lippy! Say something! You've got to get up!" he cried. "Oh, I knew something bad was gonna happen today! Oh, dear, oh, my…"

"An' your day's about to get a lot worse."

A hush fell over the crowd, and everyone turned to face the speaker. A rabbit strode into the room, fur whiter than the floor, his spurs clacking against the ruined floors. He was short, coming to about three feet, give or take...but the look in his amber eyes, set against tanned sclera, bore into the crowd's, locking them in place. His tattered leather vest, adorned with spikes, billowed with an ethereal wind as he stood in the middle of the room. His stance was casual, but Hardy could see the tautness of his muscles; one wrong move, and they'd all be dead before they could blink.

"I'm-a only gonna ask this once," the rabbit started, his Texan twang quick, his voice hard. "Tell me where Avenger is. I tracked him down here, so don't none of y'all tell me you haven't seen hide or hair of 'im."

Nobody answers him, too stupefied to do so. Hardy stares at the rabbit, his head beginning to pound as more memories flow into his mind.

It then clicked, and ice filled his veins. No...no, it can't be!

He doesn't see the rabbit's hand move. All he and the crowd hears are gunshots. Seconds later, five people are on the ground, dead before they can scream, and shock sets in. People start to recoil, screaming in horror. The rabbit glares down at the remaining victims, smoking gun aimed at them.

"So none of ya know, eh? Well, let's make this interestin'. I'm-a kill each of you until someone decides to tell me where that bastard is," he snarled. "So someone had better start talkin' an' fast." Another gunshot, and a woman drops to the floor. "I don't have all day."

This post is already long enough, so I’d better leave things here before I run out of character length. Let me know what you folks think below!

#hanna-barbera #super why #zula patrol #the zula patrol #fan fic writing #fan fic preview

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iceclew · 11 months ago

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OK so - this was such a delight people. <3

I had this on my "to-be-read-and-I'm-very-much-looking-forward-to-it"-stack and I was glad to not forget about it! There's not much fanfiction for KN8 rn (at least not much I know about), so i looked forward to it and like a quarter in the fic I started taking notes on what to comment because OMG THERE'S SO MUCH ABOUT THIS I HAVE TO SAY!! so...*adjusts non existing glasses* shall we proceed then?

First and f*kcking foremost. "a LITTLE KAFHOSHI" ?? DUDE. I EXPECTED LIKE *HINTS*. TINY HIDDEN HINTS AND YOU GIVE ME THIS BEAUTIFUL WORDS OF YOURS?!?! How do I deserve, I asked you gifting me this much of my OTP!?!! T_T yess. just yess ok? I'll take them as a canon ship in your FFs ANYTIME like that!!

*clears throat* ANYWAY. Kafka being undoubtly a fkcing menace to this world of his but like - in the MOST adorable way possible. I so much live for this chaotic dipshit. Now add a neck breaking pink-haired-but-no-brains dipship and you got dipshit duo promising to make the night a blast! o_o/

Also only Kafka: now that I'm finally a troop member, who needs them anyway, let's eat up that squid-shit-kaiju, i just casually strung down just because I CAN. Real dad-move there - providing for the family-might I say everyone. AND HE WASN'T EVEN FULL ON DRUNK AT THIS POINT, THIS IS HILARIOUS!! And despite all of that, PLUS kinky Kafka PLUS Kafka the broken mess as he is PLUS Kafka the bis bear friend with the warm grin - it all gives me the feels, I'm head over heels for him thank you. sdasahfdkfhdjsklf he bought Iharu stuff for his bf, guys. That's how parenting's done right. (i'd love to see Kafka havin a supportive dad-pep-talk with Reno after that honestly :D)

Also FLUFF Iharu has now won a special place in my heart, thank you. He's like a tiny bebe kitteh ready to scratch if you don't give attention, Reno you better be taking ur kitteh with u next time u go kill kaiju, I say! c:

ALSO - food driven Aoi is my spirit animal from now on . <3 Also I'd like this do be headcanon, that the four of them are now spiritually connected by cowboy hats. Might I add being FAB in them!! *~+*~*

At the point of grabbing Aois ass I broke character entierly and simply laughed through the rest of the show <3 My neighbours probably think I'm the weird lady of the block now - thank you, worth it :D Grinned way too hard and maliciously at this point.

And then you treat me AGAIN, friend! Deadass pissed Hoshina is all I literally needed. ALL I SAY!! I was so looking forward to their return, the second Kafka swooped out of the office. Fully aware hell's gonna rise the second he returns. Was not dissapointed. Not one bit :D Also another way too loud crack up from me about the "NO OFFICE SEX FOR YOU SIR!!!" like ldkjgjfdogjilIsadsdasd I love my blorbo-basically-already-married-hot-dads having a fight over how to care fore the bebes. <3 all the feels for that idea honestly.

I also had an idea for a comic where Narumi taking the number-user out for a drunk night after a training session, getting Kikoru and Reno shit ass drunk and posting about it on social media, only to get the chaos-duo(TM) Iharu and Kafka, but also Mr. Where-are-my-kids VCpt. Hoshina to crash the party and pick them up (and beat the shit out of Narumi, only to end up at a McDonalds parking lot doing stupid drunk gang squad stuff) but I'm not one for a writer myself, (also english is not my first language, if thats not obvious) so there's that idea of mine spilled out very poorly onto the world, ur welcome xD

ANYWAY - this was such a delight to read - it was fun it was very well written. I AM REPEATING MYSELF, WHO CARES. I loved how you ...describe stuff/surroundings/happenings? XD It didn't get boring and you had a well done red thread around everything. Only thing a bit out of character was Kafkas carelessness for his employment, although that's very clearly just something you need to implement, to get the rest of the plot the way you need it to turn out, so nothing done wrong there as well :)

I AM SO MUCH LOOKING FORWARD TO MORE OF YOUR WORK NOW, THANK YOU FOR THIS ! <3

last but not least - two tiny typos found :3 "F*l*ight Kafka 690" "it was just passed on*e* (no e)"

Iharu's Day Out IS OUT OF DRAFTS!!!

@bluevelvetea BLUUUUUEEEEE!!!! GUESS WHAT!

ITS DONE! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ *passes out* I request a treat for my troubles *whimpers*

@renard-dartigue I know we only interacted, like, twice; maybe that, But it's got a little Kafhoshi in it, soooo.... there's that if you're interested.

and finally @sanjipussyindulgence We have NEVER interacted, but I follow you and I see your reblog tags under practically every Kn8 post so I just thought I'd cut out the middle man and give you the option to read this at your own peril. You do you.

I'm going to put this down for a while, not post or reblog (maybe) and catch up on the story ideas that I have in my back drafts. Fair warning, eventually I might make some Kafhoshi fics in the future... maybe.

I'mma go to sleep now. ┻━┻︵└(´_｀└)

#kaiju no. 8 #story idea #baby's first fic #kafka hibino #iharu furuhashi #Iharu tries to have fun but pinning gets in the way.#my very hard and serious critics about it #and by that I mean take all my love and graditute for your work #kafhoshi dads-of-division-three supporter approves this #I see Mina sitting in her office sighing over her gay-ass dumbsquad team like - there deadly #they're deadly #but also deadly stoopid #kn8 #read this folks

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tomboy014 · 3 years ago

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Fentons and Kents

More Extended Family au stuff!!!

There are an excessive number of DC crossovers that have Danny secretly related to one of the bats or about to be attacked with adoption papers, but I think if Danny is going to be related to anyone in the DC universe, he’d be distantly related to the Kents.

Clark Kent doesn’t seem a lot like Danny Fenton (other than being OP), but even adopted, he has a lot of traits in common with Jack. They both:

Are extremely strong

Are built big, and I mean big. Clark’s canon height is 6’3”. I’m pretty sure Jack is taller and definitely broader

Have black hair and blue eyes

Are more capable than they first appear

100% believe in Santa Claus

Are good natured and helpful

It’s even more likely if you subscribe to @floralflowerpower's idea that the Fenton’s come from a rural background. Add in @lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks idea about the Fenton’s throwing massive family reunions that include the entire extended family and more, and you can’t tell me these two didn’t come from the same family of human golden retrievers.

And come on. Who else but a Fenton would adopt the random space baby they found in their fields without a second thought?

No one really remembers how they’re related, but the Kent’s have been showing up to the Fenton Family reunions since the early 1900’s. And the family reunions must be so relaxing for Clark. Not only is everyone there super friendly and welcoming, but Clark can cut loose (to an extent) without exposing his secret identity.

That time he crashed into a bench, destroyed it, and walked away without a scratch? No big deal; Fenton’s always bounce back quick!

When he tackled a cousin a little too hard? No worries; Fenton’s are durable!

That one time he forgot most people can’t lift an entire picnic on their own? That’s nothing; Fenton’s are always strong!

And let’s be real. Clark isn’t even the biggest guy there. He can blend.

The first year was probably nerve wracking for and Jonathan and Martha. They had a kid still learning to control his superpowers and Clark had been told for a while now that he had to hide his abilities. And this was a lot more people than he was used to dealing with. But shy, nervous Clark was greeted by a flood of grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins who looked like him and welcomed him with so much warmth, acceptance, and open kindness that it made it easy to forget that he wasn’t human, let alone adopted. This was his family, and it’d always be there for him. This was worth protecting.

The year he finally brings Lois along has got to be a bit of a shock for her. Here, he’s not the mild-mannered and bumbling Clark Kent or symbol of peace and justice Superman. Here, he’s just a boisterous farm boy who can rough and tumble with his cousins without worrying about breaking anyone.

Connor had a little trouble adjusting at his first one. He’s a teenager and “too cool” for all this country bumpkin stuff, but the rest of the family is aggressively inclusive, the mood is infectious, and he has a good time despite himself.

Jon is busy stuffing his face with as much food and fudge as the grannies will feed him, which is a ton, and there’s nothing Lois can do to stop it!

Somewhere along the line, they find out about Danny having superpowers.

It gets even better once Dani sneaks into the reunion to get at the food. Jon and Kon find out that not only does she have superpowers, but she’s also a clone made by a billionaire asshole. Kon, Jon and Dani start a “clone club.” Jon’s not a clone, but he’s close to Dani’s age, so he’s allowed in. Danny isn’t “because” and that’s the only reason Dani will give. But he can still come on midnight flights with them.

Jon is just so excited that there are other superheroes in the family and almost immediately blabs to Clark and Lois as soon as they’re all back in the hotel room. It also leads to Danny finding out his cousin Clark is Superman. His silence can only be bought with one of Ma Kent’s pies. A whole one! All for himself! Her pies are legendary.

#danny phantom #dc #superman #danny fenton #dani fenton #clark kent #conner kent #jonathan kent #dp x dc #extended family au #fenton family shenanigans #fenton family reunion

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btnclmrttn · 3 years ago

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Could I make a request as a sort of continuation of my werewolf ask? Same four but with their s/o resting on top of them as a human, incredibly tired from the day’s events. Then as the full moon rises, they’re then smothered by their now large werewolf s/o’s fur who is getting comfy on top of them and growls when they try to move away and curls around them.

Ofc my dude I'd be happy to! I did it a tad different as it's what I imagined. Hope it's alright? And it took so long because I had a very hard time with Genos. I'm so very sorry!

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Saitama

"Man...I have to pee."

The bald man lies sprawled, arms and legs spread about while almost half asleep. You on the other hand make yourself look organized against the wild sleeping position: neatly laying atop like a blanket yourself.

Saitama takes a deep breath and huffs it out in a sigh that turns into a yawn halfway. It was nice having moments like this. Quiet. No monsters. No ruckus. And you.

He looks down at your resting face, so nicely illuminated by the peaking moonlight in the sky. Glancing to the window, the clouds that have blocked it have finally begun to move.

Very thankful there wasn't rain forecasted.

Saitama than takes a double-look at the full moon now blinding his eyes. He forgot he had to go to the bathroom!

"Oh no-"

A sudden furry weight grows rapidly on his chest, half smothering him. A slight worry takes over his once calm emotions as he tries to wiggle his arms free.

"____, I have to pee," he mumbles into your fur.

A growl arises from you as you don't move a muscle. Should have went pee before bed like you said so.

"____!" Saitama whines, "I really got pee!"

You snort in protest. Geez, just need a minute to roll over. You just woke up! Still, Saitama manages to free an arm then start to try and slide you off without hurting you.

"____!!!"

Genos

A faint clicking sound echos in Genos' chest cavity, so quiet that you could only hear it if you pressed your ear against his chest.

Which is how your are positioned laying on top of him.

Not only is the sound preventing you from falling asleep, it's stirring up some paranoia about Genos' gears working correctly.

"Genos?" You ask, "Are you suppose to be clicking like this?"

"Exactly 27 seconds seconds and counting," he says nonchalantly.

You blink with confusion from his response, "...are you...gonna blow up or...?"

"No."

"... I'm getting worried over here."

"Are you expecting a flaw in your transformation?"

You sit up to fully look at him, "You're counting down till my transformation happens?"

"Yes. 18 seconds and counting."

Somehow you're not surprised at this. Slowly your skin begins to prickle at the touch of the moons light, accurate to Genos' countdown time.

"I think you've got it about right, babe."

"Of course I would. I have studied and timed your transformations for a while now."

"Where you at now?" You ask as the sensations in your body begin to rapidly change.

"11 seconds and counting."

He releases his arm from you and scoots away a distance, seemingly just enough for your size change that won't squish him.

"Hey, what gives? Come back!"

"I'm merely trying to give you an adequate amount of space for you to-"

You interupt him by scooting over quickly and flopping over his belly before your transformation completely takes over, burying Genos in a mound of fur and fluff with a new weight onto him.

A metal hand reaches to the back of your neck and starts stroking you gently, with a muffled voice speaking into your fur:

"Transformation complete."

The sound of your tail patting the floor as it wags slowly fades into the night as you both drift back off to sleep.

Sonic

The day was so exasperating you guys didn't even make it to bed.

You and Sonic ended up crashing on the sofa. He's leaned over the side of the couch while you're draped over his lap, his hand lazily resting on your neck.

Although, he hasn't managed to actually fall asleep. As tired as he is he just isn't tired enough to close his eyes. Or too tired to close his eyes. He's had a mental movie reel playing in his head for a good while now.

What's he working on in training tomorrow?

When is that guy gonna call him back about that contract?

What breakfast is he picking up for you tomorrow?

He brushes his fingers along your cheek and neck as he continues thinking, calming his endless thoughts with the sensation of your soft skin.

Soft...course skin?

Why so course?

He looks down at you only for his face to be stuffed with a mouthful of fur, with his lap complete full of it as well crushing his stick thighs.

The sudden discomfort fills him with some irritation. How the hell you could just sleep through a dramatic change beats him completely. He should have made you both drag yourselves to the bed instead.

He attempts to get your attention and wake you up by worming his body further away.

"____, you're gonna break the couch if you don't move!" He grumbles.

You manage to give a half snort in response. Not true, actually. You've slept on the couch plenty of times in full form.

He huffs as his worming ceases. He knows there's no point trying to wriggle free from your sleeping weight. Instead he flops his head over onto yours and attempts to be as comfortable as possible.

"At least", he thinks to himself,"breakfast will be easy."

Garou

You end up being awaked by the feeling of Garou's fingers tapping on your back. An impatient tapping of a familiar rhythm you can't find the name for.

"What's wrong, Garou?" you mumble.

He says nothing, just quickly glancing at you before glancing back to where he was looking before.

Rolling over under his arm, you face the same direction. Seems to be he's looking out the window. Your window. He insisted on chilling with you at your place tonight. Of course you say yes but rarely does he actually ask YOU.

"Lots of stars?"

"....Yeah, actually," he says. His voice hardly has sleepiness to it at all.

"See any constellations?"

He hums before lifting his hand to point, "I see the dumb ass spoon."

"The...ladle? Little Dipper?" You ask.

"Is that what they call it?"

You feel a tingling sensation slowly grow on your body. Your sleep deprivation almost omitted the full moon you had stuck in your brain all day.

Upon your transformation being completed you feel strong arms wrap around your neck and roll you over off of your boyfriend.

"Finally! Jesus Christ I was getting bored!" He exclaims into your fur.

Of course he didn't forget. Maybe that's why he asked to stay over tonight! He was waiting!

You're wormed around a bit in an embrace before Garou releases you and flattens on his back, huffing a breath of exasperation from his little wrestle of affection. You let out your own sigh before you curl into him as close as you could and shut your eyes once more, trying to go back to sleep. One of Garou's arms slink over you as his face presses against the top of your head.

Now he can go to sleep.

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lorelodge · 2 years ago

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THE ONLY THING FASTER THAN HIS FEET WAS HIS MOUTH. Long ago, Axel had found that the only thing which kept his mind at bay was constant movement. Sometimes he felt like a shark; if he stopped even for a second, he would drown. Needless to say this little quirk of his had gotten him into trouble both legally and personally. Who would have known that most judges, prosecuters, and cops did not find his particular brand of charm endearing. In fact, "distasteful" and "demonic" were the words they preferred. Prison wasn't much better. To the surprise of absolutely-fucking-no-one there were some cranky motherfuckers behind bars. Now, Tommy, well, on his worst day's, the guy acted like a crochety war veteran fighting off the shakes. But once you lubed him up with Pruno and a smoke or two, he could be a pretty fun guy. He knew how to laugh, mostly at others, and his right hook was just as good as his left- a fact Axel had found that out around the same time he'd discovered that Tommy had some hard lines on teasing. Shockingly though, it appeared questioning his sexuality was not one of them. For the past lord knows how long Axel had gone on and on about queer people this and faggots that. His statements became more outlandish until finally, "I'm not gay but I'd bet my right nut that those queers suck the best cock."

He was almost grateful when Tommy's voice finally broke through. Like a brick through a window. Unbothered by the interruption, Axel took a few cheerful steps toward his cellmate who had taken to lazing halfway off his bunk. He leaned both hands on either side of the beds metal frame, leaning over so his head hovered just above Tommy's. "Mm? What's your damage, pretty--" Like a car suddenly hitting an ice patch, Axel was pulled in a direction he least expected.

Tommy tasted as fresh as he looked. His lips were as soft as his hands. When had he been kissed last? (The last time you got your dick wet, probably.) Scratch that, when had he last been kissed with proper? Now that was a much harder question to answer. Judging by the way his head was buzzing not for a long fucking while. As Tommy pulled away Axel flicked his tongue out, delicately skimming the edges of Tommy's lips. He wore a lopsided grin as he bit back laughter. "How long you been holding that one back, Fagan?" A decayed voice of reason whispered, 'let it go'. The wisest decision would be to step away. Drop the topic. Go to bed. Pretend like this had never happened. But no one had ever accused him of being wise. Besides, if he had been amped up before this had put nitro in his engine.

With a wink and a nod Axel leaned in again. "Don't worry that pretty head of yours, pipsqueak, your secret is safe with me." This time he crashed into Tommy's lips like a train derailed. One of Axel's hands found itself resting on Tommy's chest while the other wove its away into his hair. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. With a sharp yank he pulled Tommy's head back. The same lazy grin still spread across his face. "Sorry, man. Don't want to make your dick twitch too hard, might give you the wrong idea."

#thagantm #axel gustavson / threads.#axel gustavson / interactions.

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h0tchner · 4 years ago

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Something More (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: Written as a request for the loml, Abby! (@heliotropehotch!) "Could I have a hotch x reader request thats got a love confession- maybe a hurt comfort scene where the reader is maybe torn up about something like self deprecation or some cop makes an off-handed compliment and he cups her cheeks and wipes the tears away? Pretty please 🥺"

word count: 3.2k

includes: love confessions! hurt/comfort, protective!hotch, mutual pining!!!, kissing, a little teaser of sexytimes, work tension, BAU!reader, crying and other emotions, rude af deputies, fluff soooo much fluff

rating: 18+ (cursing, crude nicknames, suggestive sexual mentions, and brief explicit sexual content at the very end)

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! I hope you love this one! If you want a smutty part two, let me know. PLS (!!!!!) interact if you liked this fic; rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

some pals tags: @arsonhotchner @laurensprentiss @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie

“It’s time to give the profile,” Hotch announces.

Six words. One sentence. Zero hesitation.

“Go and gather everybody in the bullpen,” he directs Spencer, who nods and quietly exits the conference room to collect your team and the rest of the Sherrif’s department of this small, Wisconsin town.

You stand on the opposite side of the table from your boss, looking at him expectantly. Hotch meets your gaze. His tongue darts out from between his lips as he glares at you from beneath thick lashes. You wait for your instructions, but the instructions don’t come. Rather, you both stand there in a staring contest, unmoving.

You can’t help but feel bare under his scrutiny, but this feeling is nothing new. Every time Hotch looks at you, it feels as if every fibre of your being is on fire. It’s been this way since the very first day you started with the BAU, and, over time, the flame has only burned brighter.

You and Hotch have grown close over the two years you’ve been with the team: closer than he’s been with any of his other agents, even Rossi. It all started with one long night spent together in his office, sharing cold Chinese food, scribbling away at mountains of paperwork. It was then, sitting across the desk from him, laughing at his incredulous reaction when he dropped some Lo Mein on an After-Action Report, that you knew: you were in deep. From then on, your Chinese food office “dates” became a regular occurrence. And then, those regular occurrences transformed into other regular occurrences; to name a few: rides on the jet, side by side, sharing soft glances and tired smiles after hard cases… holding hands to comfort each other when emotionally vulnerable… and even bringing you your favourite coffee on mornings that you’ve needed an extra boost. All these little moments of kindness and care are what made you fall in love with him. You would cross the line from coworkers to more in a heartbeat if you knew for certain that he felt the same way about you. But you refuse to take a risk on losing what you currently have with Hotch for the chance at something more.

The way that Hotch looks at you now, tall and commanding, feels very much like something more… it’s incredibly intimate. He’s effectively stripped away all the layers of protection you’ve built up to do your job with one pointed glance. What you don’t know is that he too feeling the same way, and is toeing a line between being your boss, being your friend, and being your “something more.”

Hotch breathes out hard through his nose. You watch as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does. His jaw ticks. He shifts on his feet.

“I want you to sit this one out,” he says.

“Hotch?” You question, puzzled. Nothing about this day has prepared you for him to say that. You start racking your brain, trying to figure out why he would give you such a ridiculous order. Did you piss him off somehow? Did you play-flirt with Morgan too much in the car? Overlook an important lead? Did he not like the coffee you made him this morning?

Looking over at him, you swear he almost looks conflicted… but it doesn’t last.

“This is not up for debate. Do you understand me? You’re sitting this one out.” He repeats, steadfast.

“I don’t understand, what did I do wrong?” You ask more defensively this time, wishing he would give you more information. Something, anything besides the “SSA Aaron Hotchner” routine he was pulling on you now.

“I never said you did anything wrong.” Hotch moves forward a step, finally breaking eye contact, opting to gather files and loose papers into his arms.

“So, then what it is?” You cross your arms, stepping forwards as well, challenging him with your posture.

He doesn’t respond, nor does he look at you. Instead, he lumps more files into his arms before rounding the table, moving swiftly toward the door.

You have never, ever disobeyed one of his orders because his orders have always made sense… until now.

“Hotch,” you say sternly, your stubborn feet moving to stand between him and the exit before your logical brain can stop you.

He’s practically up against you, cornering you between his solid body and the old wooden door. His height dominates your shorter frame, and the heat coming off his body is positively criminal. Your heart flutters in your chest as he stares you down, calculating his next move.

“Out of my way, Agent Y/L/N.” He breathes out, tensing his jaw.

“Fine,” you stutter, “just tell me why and then I’ll let you go.” Your confidence wavers as you’re a little taken aback by his official use of your title and last name.

You’re hurt, confused… and he knows this. No matter how hard you’re putting on your tough-girl FBI face, Hotch can see right through it. He knows this order is unjustified, but he has his own reasons: reasons that he can’t get into. Not now.

Hotch lets his eyes dart to the side, past your head, not daring to look you in the eyes. He wills himself to be gentle.

“I can’t tell you, but I need you to trust me. Sit this one out.” He verbalizes, looking at you a little softer now. His face relaxes a little more into the Hotchner you’ve come to know: the one who calls his son every night to read a bedtime story, the one who grins every time you beat him in chess.

You two stand there a moment longer, your heart racing from the heat of the quarrel and your current proximity to your Unit Chief.

Hotch opens his mouth to say something else, but a knock on the door behind you stops him in his tracks. You step aside and he whips open the door; a very apologetic Spencer stands behind it.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Spencer says, clearing his throat awkwardly, “but everyone is ready in the bullpen.”

“Thank you,” Hotch nods, stepping forward to leave, but you grab a hold of his arm.

“Hotch,” you begin, not entirely sure what you want to say.

“Later,” he answers, finishing the unspoken thought.

With that, he’s out the door and you’re left alone with only stale coffee and a bunch of disorganized files to keep you company.

You close the door behind them with a sigh, letting yourself rest against it again, closing your eyes for a moment in defeat. Three days on this case. Three days of hard work, interviews, and research just to get benched in the end zone. You wish that you didn’t love Hotch, because maybe if you didn’t, it would be easier to disobey him. Opening your eyes again, you scan the quiet room. Then, something in front of you catches your eye and you get an idea.

On the table rests one of the precinct’s phones. It is all too easy to use the conference feature to listen in on one of the other phone lines: specifically, one in the bullpen.

You grin and rush over to the device, feeling a little bit sheepish for not listening to Hotch, but you push the buttons anyway, and bring the receiver up to your ear.

At first, all you hear is the shuffling of papers and muffled voices. You take a seat, leaning back in your chair like the cat who caught the canary. Several more moments pass of bureaucratic white noise, but then, someone speaks.

“Where’s the slutty one?” A male voice whispers.

“Oh, Agent Y/N? Probably on her knees somewhere waiting for her boss to come back.” A second male voice snickers back, matching the volume of the first.

You gasp, the phone slipping out of your hand, landing on the table with a loud thunk.

Scrambling, you grab it again, your other hand coming to rest over your open mouth.

“Don’t know why he wouldn’t let us use her as bait. This whole case could’ve been wrapped up and done by now if we just stuck her in a skimpy dress and shoved her out on the street.” One of them muses.

“Obviously because he’s sleeping with her.” The other mutters. “Agent Hotchner looked like he was going to take your head off when you asked him about it. Thought he was going to deck you for suggesting disguising her as a hooker to lure this guy out.”

“Yeah, he did. She looks like the victims, though. Bet she’s a whore like them too.”

“Deputies, we’re starting.” You hear a third voice pipe up. This time it’s one you recognize: it’s Hotch. “This is your final warning. I don’t want to hear another word out of you for the rest of the day. Not only is this wildly inappropriate, but it is insulting and vile. If I hear either of you speak about, look at, or interact with Agent Y/N, I will make sure you are both charged with harassment and fired from this department. Is that clear?”

With that, your eyes nearly pop out of your head. The deputies mumble something back, but you can’t hear over the sound of papers rustling.

Stunned, you set the phone back in its holder and force air into your lungs.

Waves of thoughts come crashing down on you. You have so many questions and so many answers and it’s all just… too much.

Suddenly, you know that you need to be anywhere but here.

You stand, shoving the chair aside and burst out of the conference room, fuming. You power-walk down the hall, and past the bullpen, focused on getting yourself outside and into the fresh air. Understandably, you don’t look up as you pass the profile briefing, so you don’t see Hotch’s brow furrow at the sight of you. You also don’t see him hand his papers to JJ, excuse himself, and race to follow you out the front door.

Once you’re outside in the parking lot, you look up at the cloudy, grey sky, and the tears start to fall. You feel guilty and angry; part of you wants to run away and cry, but the other part of you wants to walk straight up to those men and kick them straight in the dick. They not only called you vile names, but they also called the victims – those poor, dead women – the same. You sniffle, thinking about how Hotch stepped in and protected you, stood up for you.

Hotch… the thought of him makes you cry a little harder.

You start to pace around, kicking gravel as you went.

Were you that obvious? Was your crush so rampant that two low-level deputies in the middle of nowheresville picked up that easily on how you really felt about your boss?

“Fuck you two,” you curse under your breath to nobody as you choke back sobs. You kick a large piece of gravel as hard and as far as you can, but it doesn’t help.

“Are you okay?” A voice prods from behind you, gently, hesitantly, as if not to spook you. It’s a curt baritone, laced with concern. It’s Hotch.

“Hotch,” you breathe, turning to face him, furiously wiping tears away from your eyes.

“What happened?” He frowns, stepping closer to you, a comforting hand reaching forward to take yours.

Any other day you would grasp it contently, letting him console you. Today? All you can hear are the deputy’s comments. Sleeping with her. Whore. On her knees. You’re embarrassed and ashamed, so, you involuntarily step back.

“It’s nothing,” you put your hands up, looking down at your feet.

“Y/N,” Hotch says, his heart pounding in his chest.

You look back up, locking on his beautiful, angular face. You see every feature clouded in a haze of sorrow and concern.

You know you must swallow your pain and try to get it out. He wasn’t about to let you off easy.

“You… they… I…” you begin, but never finish your sentence. Instead, you start to cry again.

Wordlessly, Hotch moves to cup your face in his hands. They’re large and slightly calloused, encasing your cheeks as his thumbs gently swipe away the tears. His soft eyes search your watery ones; despite your better instinct, you bring your hands up to rest on his chest. You feel his breathing hitch. One of his hands moves from your face to cover your smaller hand against his chest. The two of you stay there, just like that, for another handful of heartbeats. You focus on his hands and how warm and safe they make you feel. Soon enough, you stop crying and gather the courage to speak.

“I heard them.” You whisper, not trusting yourself to say another word. You know that Hotch knows exactly who “them” is, and exactly what it is that you’ve heard.

His brow creases and his hand grips yours tighter. He cleans another tear off your cheek, and then lets that hand down to ball in a fist at his side.

“I’m going to kill them.” Hotch states, furious and heartbroken.

“Me first.” You sniffle.

Your boss sighs, giving you a heartfelt look. Leave it to you to make a joke at a time like this.

“I told them this morning that if I ever heard them say another thing about you, I was going to have their badges. I should’ve kicked them off this case hours ago.” He huffs, closing his eyes, letting his other hand, the one that was covering yours, drop down to his side.

You know this look all too well. You know he’s blaming himself.

“It’s not your fault,” you offer, smoothing your hands over his chest to settle on his upper arms. “Hotch, look at me.”

He doesn’t at first, but eventually, he opens his eyes. His hands open and close at his sides, as if he’s fighting them to be still.

“I’m sorry.” He breathes out. “For everything. For handling this how I did.”

“I’m not.” You chime in, feeling braver, calmer now that you’re here with him. Your comment earns a quizzical glance and a slight head tilt from Hotch, urging you to go on. “You stood up for me. You honoured me. You respected me. You protected me. You –“

With a fierce momentum, your next sentence is swallowed by Hotch’s lips pressing into yours. His hands come up to rest on your hips, and then circle around your waist to pull you closer. He’s warm and soft and intense; you whimper into the kiss, moving your hands to rest on the back of his neck and card in his hair. The kiss is over far too soon for your liking, both of you needing to pull back and inhale.

Hotch looks at you with heavy eyes, hands gripping your hips. He smells like coffee and pine, with a hint of something spicier. Everything about him is overwhelming yet grounding.

“Finally,” you whisper, hands clasped around his neck. “It’s about damn time.”

“It is,” is all he musters, still dazed by the audacity of his own actions.

“Aaron?” You lick your lips, feeling his hands squeeze you tight at your use of his first name.

“Yeah?” He can’t help but start to smile, showing off his adorable dimples and crinkled lines around his eyes.

“I love you; do you know that?” You say in earnest.

Aaron giggles, giggles at your confession, and then attacks your lips again, making you yelp at the surprise. His lips detach from yours only to pepper kisses on your tear-stained cheeks, jaw, and forehead.

“I love you too,” he breathes out, giddier than you’ve ever seen him. He looks like a kid in a candy shop, and it makes your heart leap into your throat.

Just then, a car beeps on the road, startling you two. You’re suddenly reminded where you are, and why you’re here. The thought of having to go back inside makes you groan, and you bury your head into his chest for a moment. He hums into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

Reluctantly, you pull yourself off his chest to look up at him.

“Forget about them,” you say, “go finish giving the profile so we can close this case and get the hell out of this town so you can take me home and show me how much you love me.” You smile at him, pulling him in for another, lighter kiss.

He grins against your lips, meeting you for another smooch.

“Yes ma’am,” Hotch replies, giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose.

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Three months later, you and Aaron are coming down from your highs, sweaty and blissed-out after an amazing lovemaking session. After the team wrapped up the case and made it back to Virginia in one piece, you and Hotch went out to dinner the next night. He took you to dine in at the Chinese restaurant that you both usually ordered from on those nights you both spent pining and yearning in his office. It was… perfect. He was perfect. Just as your friendship had blossomed, so did your relationship. One date led to another, one gesture turned into more, and you and Aaron settled into life as a couple with ease. You hadn’t brought up the incident with the deputies since it had happened the afternoon that Hotch had followed you out to the parking lot to wipe away your tears.

Now, as you lay in his arms, wrapped in his strong, loving, embrace, your mind wanders back to their words. However, you don’t feel animosity toward them, rather it makes you giggle.

“What’s so funny hot stuff?” Aaron cracks open an eye and smiles down at you. One arm is tucked underneath his head, and the other is tracing patterns on the bare skin of your shoulder.

“Oh, just that case we had in Wisconsin a few months back.” You nuzzle deeper into his chest with another laugh.

Hotch frowns, recalling the memory, thinking about the way those awful men spoke about you.

“How is that funny?” He asks, hesitantly.

“They called me a whore.” You say nonchalantly, peering innocently into his amber eyes. You bring your palm up to swipe across his cheek softly, feeling the light stubble of his jaw underneath your fingertips.

Both of his eyes are open now, and his hand motions cease their patterns on your skin. He’s confused, and the face he’s giving you is downright adorable. It makes you giggle again.

You detach yourself from his grasp and sit yourself up, carefully shimmying down the bed. Aaron’s eyes never leave you.

You nestle yourself between his legs and look up at him with a smirk.

“They were partially right.” You offer, studying the small changes in his face, watching as his eyes glaze over with lust for the second time that night.

“I am a whore.” You pout suggestively and flutter your eyelashes. “A whore for you, Hotch.”

He shakes his head at you in amusement and chuckles, but it quickly turns into a deep, throaty moan as you wrap your lips around the tip of him.

As you start to bob your head on his already hardening length, you think to yourself: as much as I hate to say it... someone should really give those two deputies a raise.

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kiridarling · 4 years ago

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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎.

katsuki bakugou | competitive sex + f!reader + pro hero!kats + hickeys + hair-pulling + ripping clothes + a surprise guest + more! minors dni.

— 1.8k words

"Text Shitty Deku we're gonna be little late."

“Katsuki. Hands off.”

The ash-blond sighs, grumbling like the petulant child he is before forcing his hands to his sides. Glaring at you through the mirror, he grunts, “Fuckin’ why.”

"Because I'm trying to get ready and you're in the way." You swat his hands away and reach for a brush, rolling your eyes when he ignores everything you just said in favor of hooking his chin around your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. You shrug him off, "Now move."

In your defense, you've been pushed to your limit.

You two are already late enough for the Gala as it is, you know, the one that's exclusively for pro heroes. And yet, for some reason, today's the day your boyfriend's brain seems to be in his dick.

Katsuki digs his teeth into your neck, hard enough to make you whimper before you rip his head away by the strands of his hair. He growls in frustration, the grip on your waist ever-tightening.

"Y'know...if people saw the type of shit you pull in private, they'd think you were the aggressive one."

"You let me get away with it," you respond absentmindedly, leaning towards the mirror until the cool from the counter presses into your gut. Mistake.

"Right. I've been too fuckin' soft, huh?" Katsuki says more to himself than to you before he's forcing you over the sink with a heavy hand on your back; the metal from the faucet knocks you in the collarbone. "That shit changes today."

"I—Kats, we don't have ti—" but the indisputable sound of ripping cloth bounces off your bathroom walls, and the addition of cool air brushing your inner thighs implies precisely what you hope he didn't just do.

His phone clatters on the counter before he's nudging your legs wider, nestling between them, and settling on his knees.

"Text Shitty Deku we're gonna be late."

"Katsuki Bakugou, did you just rip my fucking stockings?" You howl, grip tightening around the marble countertop in fury. Katsuki growls, delivering a heavy slap to your ass.

"I said fuckin' text him."

Your chest rises and falls with indignance, and yet you're punching in the code to his phone anyway, telling Izuku to reserve two spots at the table next to him because you two won't be able to do it yourselves.

"D'ya send it?" Katsuki asks, having a blast as he kneads your exposed ass to the point where it's sore. You nod, dropping the six-by-four box onto the countertop in resignation, and the ash-blond's chest rumbles at that, hand disappearing only to crack back down twice as hard. "Good girl."

Pushing your panties to the side, Katsuki wastes no time in sliding in his finger to the first knuckle, grinning when you shudder against him. You squeal as his teeth graze your inner thigh, and he hikes your knee onto the couch, dismissing how much you complain about the burn.

"What? Can't get a better view?" He growls, cheeky bastard, before he's sucking a hickey into your thigh because he knows you like it and pushing his finger in the rest of the way. You narrow your eyes, glaring at the small sliver of his smug face you can actually see in the mirror—and he's quickly filling you with a second finger, chuckling at your moan.

"You shouldn't have a view in the first place," you grumble, insistent on standing your ground. "You should be viewing the road because we're supposed to be driving right now."

"That's a real fuckin' pity then," Katsuki responds apathetically, lips pink as he moves to suck another hickey—closer to the apex of your thighs this time. You whimper as he scissors his fingers and passes a messy thumb over your clit, hips burning from holding this position for so long. With a final lick, Katsuki pulls away from his third or fourth mark (you're not too sure) and smacks his lips. "On the sink."

"On the c—Katsuki we have to g—wah!"

Katsuki takes it upon himself to hook his arms under your thighs and hoist you onto the cool thing, sending all miscellaneous bathroom items flying. You sigh, accepting the fact that you're probably not going to make it out of the house tonight as your back kisses the freezing glass, and Katsuki pushes your knees as far back as they'll go.

He curls a lip, and then he spits, getting saliva all over your pussy and thighs, and it's wholly and utterly lewd. And yet, you bite your lip at the feeling, and he grins, knowing you like it just as much as you'll say you hate it.

"You're a fuckin' dirty girl, y'know that?" Katsuki's eyes go dark. You huff, threading a hand through his ash-blond locks to tug—and you're the one grinning when he moans.

"I'm not the one who's making us skip a mandatory gala to get his dick wet," you quip with a raised eyebrow, and your hand never leaves his hair. "Am I?"

Katsuki growls with a curled lip, but you know better, and so does the clammy grip on your thigh. You tug on his hair again, and suddenly you're full of him, yelping in surprise as your arms scramble for his back for better purchase instead.

"What was that?" He asks breathily, hiding a groan behind a bitten lip. You're just thankful he's giving you time to adjust, or so you think, until he almost pulls out entirely before his hips snap forwards as hard as they can, knocking your spine into the mirror and a bottle of lotion onto the floor.

You moan, hands searching for his hair again because you know it's one of the only things that will provide a one-up—Katsuki bares his teeth at that, bending over to suck a mark into your neck and his hips continue to fuck you into tomorrow.

"You fit like a goddamn glove," Katsuki wheezes, the grip he has around your stocking-covered thigh edging on bruising. "So tight around me—fuck—"

"K-Kats—" you grapple for his dress shirt so hard it tears, causing you to crash against the counter and make more of a mess that's already been made. The ash-blond's hips don't do anything but speed up though, filling you to the point where a deep breath feels like too much.

"Fuck baby, you're so goddamn needy," Katsuki grabs your attention by your jaw with a gritty chuckle, "But this shit's only for me, ain't it? 'Cause you're fuckin' mine."

You whimper with a nod, nails latching onto hot and sticky skin now. Katsuki hisses as they rake down his back, but that only makes you want to dig in harder.

"Fuckin' say it—tell me you're mine and no one else's," he challenges with a glint in his carmine red eyes, and something in your gut churns underneath it. Something painfully primal and raw, which has you howling out:

"'M yours, only yours!"

You jolt when his thumb returns to your clit and refuses to let up. Katsuki growls at that, somehow finding the stamina to speed up—and gripping your shoulder for leverage. You moan, eyes fluttering as his cock reaches the deepest it has tonight, and you’re sure Katsuki can tell as well if his curse is anything to go by.

Ring, ring! Ring ring!

Surprisingly, Katsuki's phone survived the purge and still sits on the counter, albeit teetering on the edge of absolute destruction. The ash-blond catches it before it falls and has the nerve to swipe right, not allowing you to fit in an objection or any say in this at all.

"The fuck do you want, Deku?" He grunts, putting the phone on speaker before he sets it back down. You eep in protest, but all he does is mouth the words quiet, baby. So you're huff, biting onto the meat of your palm for extra precaution.

"Um, Kacchan? Where are you guys?" The greenette's voice echoes off the bathroom walls to the point where it's nearly comical how clueless he is, and yet Katsuki refuses to slow down. "People are starting to ask when you're getting here..."

"Not fuckin' goin'," Katsuki's sweat drips from his brow onto your chest, and all of a sudden, you're aware of how painfully close you are, but hold back in fear of making too much noise. Izuku sighs through the phone, and you can feel his disappointment from here.

"I—Kacchan, you can't just opt out of these things, you know," Izuku says, echoing your words from earlier. "Mandatory means you have to attend."

"Yeah, well, I got better shit to do, Deku," the ash-blond spits, though he's grinning like the devil because the asshole knows you're close, he can just tell at this point, and you hate how well he knows your body.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to go, Kacchan!" The pro-hero shrills, voice peaking out of pure frustration. "This is mandatory. As in, M-A-N-D-A-T—"

Katsuki hangs up.

"Why is everyone so goddamn mouthy these days?" He grunts, primarily to himself, and somehow you have the will to giggle. Katsuki's eyebrows furrow as you tighten around him, spurred when the head of his cock nudges the perfect spot, and his nails start to tear into what's left of your stockings as he shudders, "I—fuck baby, I'm gonna cum."

"What? Being on the phone with Izuku got you all riled up or something?" You jest breathily, and Katsuki growls, slapping your outer thigh.

"Don't fuckin' bring the nerd up right now," he wheezes, and you resist the urge to quip back—mainly because you're close yourself. You reach to pull Katsuki's hair again and his hips stutter, eyes fluttering with a breathy moan as he finally fills you up, keening over to dig his teeth into your neck. And his orgasm is only the catalyst for your own, thumping your hands against his chest as your body ignites like a live wire, toes curling and eyes screwed shut.

Katsuki stays seated in you as he catches his breath, head resting on the cool mirror with his ash-blond hair mattes brown to his forehead. He's always uncharacteristically soft while basking in his afterglow, face and chest flushed bright red from exertion as his eyes soften in a way he rarely lets them.

"You good?" He pants, chest still heaving as he blinks down at your exhausted figure. Somehow, you find the energy to nod.

"I don't feel like leaving anymore, though," you declare towards the ceiling. Katsuki clicks his tongue.

"Was hopin' you'd say that," he says gruffly—you narrow your eyes but bite your tongue. "Wanna watch a movie?"

A movie doesn't sound...bad.

You sigh in defeat (again), though jolting when Katsuki's phone rings. He quickly presses red, and 9 missed calls from shitty fucking deku is the first notification on his home screen. You two share a look—the ash-blond shrugs.

"What? I told the fucker I had better shit to do."

wrote this for a friends bday and i was like,,,i guess i could put it here too...

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #bakugou smut #bnha smut #mha smut #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x reader

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theunquenchablethirst · 4 years ago

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Hooked (Jerome X Reader)

Ok, so this is a thing. I was kinda surprised nobody had used this scene yet, because the Gotham fandom seem to collectively agree that Jerome is BIG KINKY and yet the one scene where he canonically has people cuffed up and hung from the ceiling... nobody has touched??? Y'all have been sleeping on that scene! It's fanfic gold! Anyway, enjoy the hedonism. Much love xxx

Warning: SMUT, 18+, GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, BDSM, bondage, cuffs, dom/sub, vaginal fingering, oral sex, biting, spanking, slapping, pussy slapping, light choking, spitting, belt whipping, praise/degradation, marking, mention of scratching, Jerome is big meanie pants mean man

The new mayor of Gotham is having a meeting with his council members, but things take a turn when the Legion of Horribles show up to kidnap them and reader. When the victims are being unloaded from the truck, Jerome Valeska notices reader, because she isn't exactly on the guest list.

Tag list of lovelies: @gabile18 @valeskaduh @fangirl--writes @persephoneblck

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I had been working as a housekeeper for the new mayor. It was a good job, but I wasn't appreciated. I was just there to clean and serve when needed. I don't think he even knew my name. I was just hired help to him. To all of them.

He was hosting a dinner for his council that day. I had been placed in the corner of the room with a bottle of expensive wine where I was to wait until wanted. He gestured for me to come forwards and fill their glasses while they started talking about their displeasure with the rising foul play in the city, like it was anything new for Gotham. The chairwoman wanted to know what he was going to do about it. Very little in my opinion. He was just coasting. In too deep over his head. He had been appointed far too fast and everyone knew it. He wasn't going to last.

He made an attempt to save face and talk about how he too was disturbed by the recent goings on and was doing everything he could. Trash, utter trash. As he rose from his seat, the lights fizzled out. I stopped pouring. Had this been any other city I would have assumed it was a simple power outage, but nothing was that simple in Gotham. The security guard closed us in and went to see what was happening. The air turned icy. No, this was not good. Gunshots and screams came from the hallway and everyone rose from the table terrified. We quickly started walking towards a door hoping to make an escape, but there was something about the windows. They were freezing over.

The doors burst open and I dropped the wine. It smashed into pieces as a blueish man in some kind of robotic suit and a weird looking, but huge gun stepped into the room. Was that Victor Fries? Then through the second set of doors another man in a top hat who I recognised as Jervis Tetch burst in with some other strange looking friends.

Before I could comprehend the situation, we were all being cuffed and taken outside. Our kidnappers pushed and pulled us towards a huge truck, all the while the mayor tried to buy his way free. He was showing just how little he really knew about the underbelly of Gotham. I knew just by looking at them that they were probably Arkham escapees and couldn't be bought like a sane man could. They had their own plans and you can't bargain with crazies.

We got to the truck and they opened the back door. My blood ran cold when I saw that standing there waiting for us was Jerome Valeska. Of all the criminals Gotham had seen he had been the only one that had scared me, truly and thoroughly. He didn't have any kind of reason for what he did. He just enjoyed death and chaos. And after his last escapade he looked like madness personified, his scars circling his face and eyes and giving him a permanent evil smile. Dread consumed me as I realized that he was no doubt the leader of this operation and if that was true, we were already dead.

I felt myself jolted forwards. The mayor had pushed me in front of the rest of the council to get whatever was coming first. If I wasn't cuffed, I would have turned around and broke his nose. I was lifted into the truck, my hands were pulled above my head and fixed to two hooks. I had to stand on my toes to keep standing which made it awkward and difficult as they pushed me to the back of the truck.

Was that Penguin? What was he doing here? He didn't belong here. I had gone to Penguin looking for a job in his club when I was 16. He was impressed with my audition, but when he asked my age, he rejected me.

"This establishment is not a playground for children. It's a nightclub." He had told me. At the time I had been steaming mad, but in hindsight he was probably right. Even if he was rude. So, after that, I found it hard to understand why he was here and working with Valeska. Maybe he had been kidnapped too?

The rest of the council were loaded on and hooked. The mayor was still trying to offer them money and pardons. When he saw it wasn't working, he resorted to empty, unintimidating threats. Jerome was completely unfazed and even a little disappointed in the lack of smiles.

"Nobody knows how to have fun anymore, right?" He said putting his arm around Penguin. So, he was a part of this.

Jerome pointed to a scary looking figure dressed like a scarecrow. Johnathan Crane? Crane released some kind of purple gas in the face of a member of a council. She started laughing and convulsing violently.

"What have you got to lose? Except your sanity?" Jerome joined in the crazy laughter. So, this was his plan. He'd figured out a way to forcefully drive everyone insane. With a gas.

I silently prayed to God in my mind for any kind of help.

After sufficiently terrifying us half to death, they left us in the back of truck. None of us could say anything and after a few minutes the truck started moving.

"Is she ok?" I asked looking towards the victim of the insanity gas.

"Who cares?! We have to figure out what they want and get out of here." Replied the mayor.

"Maybe they want publicity for whatever that gas is. Offer them some TV time." Guessed the chairwoman.

"Don't you get it?! This isn't a situation you can buy your way out of!" I snapped, frustrated with their idiocy.

"These aren't normal criminals. They don't want your money. They want chaos and madness." They stood there silently stunned. They had never heard me speak with such confidence, but in that moment, they knew I was right.

After what felt like hours the truck finally stopped.

"What's going on?" The mayor whispered.

Everything was quiet. We listened for any noise or sign of life. All we could hear was our own breath.

Then suddenly the doors flung open once again and in hopped Valeska, Tetch and Crane.

"We're here!" Jerome grinned.

The other two started to pull the council one by one off the hooks and walk them out of the truck, closely watched by Jerome. Until they got to me.

"Wait..." He stuck an arm out to stop Tetch from unhooking me.

"Who's she? She wasn't on the party list." He took a few steps closer to me.

"This poor young girl is an unlucky maid. Wrong place, wrong time. Very bad day." Jervis explained looking at me.

"Would you like me to... dispose of her?" Asked Crane, stalking close to me and lifting needle covered fingers to my throat.

"Not so fast, Mr Potato Head." Jerome said pulling him away from me.

He came so close that we were only inches apart. He looked down at me as if he was thinking for a few seconds then smirked and turned around to the others.

"Guys, go and see that our guests are comfortable, will ya? Get everything ready." He ushered them out of the truck. Fear travelled up and down my body. This had all been a bad situation, but being alone with Valeska scared the hell out of me.

"You're lucky I have a soft spot for pretty little girls." He closed the truck doors and turned to look at me.

"Freddy Krueger there... not so much." He relaxed, leaning back against the doors with his hands in his pockets. "You got a name?"

I stayed silent, more out of fear than defiance. He sucked his teeth and stood up straight.

"I get it. You're scared. Who wouldn't be, right?" He started slowly walking closer. "But things will go a lot smoother if you just play nice."

I still couldn't find any words.

"Aw, come on, doll! I'm getting awful lonely over here." He brought his hands up out of his pockets and leaned against a wall of the truck.

He was quiet for a few seconds and I noticed that his eyes were making their way up my legs. Being held up by my wrists on my tip toes had pulled my uniform skirt up and almost all of my thighs were exposed. I blurted out my name in an attempt to distract him from my bare legs. He smiled.

"What a pretty name. Now, was that so hard?" He pushed himself off the wall and came a little closer.

"So, you're the mayor's dust bunny, huh? I gotta say, doll, I can see why he keeps you around." He chuckled, eyeing me.

My whole body flushed and my face turned hot and red.

“But, uh, the thing about mayors in this town, they don’t last very long.”

"Please let me go." I whimpered.

"Oh, but we're having such a good time! Plus, if I did that, you'd scamper off to the GCPD and I can't have good ol' Gordon crashing the party early."

I scoffed at his suggestion. Not likely. I had a distinct distaste for the GCPD. They hadn't helped me when I needed them. I would never need them again.

"What's the matter? He book ya before or something?" Jerome smiled with intrigue.

"My parents... they... did things to us. When I ended up in the hospital one too many times..." Tears stung my eyes as I remembered. "They left me there and disappeared with my little brother. No one ever managed to track them down."

I didn’t fully understand why I was opening up to Jerome, but for a second, I saw a spark of humanity in his eyes. Like he understood my pain. I'd heard his first kill had been his mother, so maybe he did?

"I'd give anything to see him again." I sniffed and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Yeah, I had shitty parents too." He sighed. "I killed them both."

I had thought about what I would do if I ever saw my parents again. What I would say, what I would ask. I could never think of the right words. But the thought of killing them, well that made me smile.

"What was it like?" I asked.

Jerome grinned from ear to ear and stepped closer so that we were toe to toe.

“Have you ever stood at the edge of a really tall building? You know that little voice in the back of your head that says ‘Jump! You can fly!’ even though every other part of you is screaming ‘No you can’t! You’re gonna kill us!’”

I nodded shakily.

“It’s like finally giving in to that voice. Like jumping off Gotham Bridge and finding out you can fly. And realising you never have to walk again.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and my heart felt like it was going a million beats per minute. His eyes were locked on mine and it felt like he was looking straight into my soul.

“You wanna fly, doll?” He brought his hand up to cup my jaw and ran his thumb along my bottom lip.

It wasn’t humanity I saw in Jerome Valeskas eyes. It was freedom. A freedom that I had wanted for as long as I could remember. And I could have it right now. He was offering it to me. The only thing standing in my way was myself.

“Yes.” I breathed. “Yes, I do.”

The next thing I knew, his lips were crashing into mine and he had hooked his hands under my thighs and was holding them around his waist. His kiss was desperate and hungry, like he had been starved for days and his grip on the bare flesh of my thighs was rough enough to leave bruises. I locked my ankles together behind him to steady myself from swaying underneath the cuffs. When I did, he drove his crotch forwards, grinding into my centre, a quiet moan escaping me as I felt him.

He slowly trailed a hand from my thigh, up my back and to the nape of my neck, before balling my hair in his fist. I gasped as I felt the sudden, sharp tug of him pulling my head back.

His eyes wandered down to settle on my exposed throat, before yanking my head to the side and nestling in the crook of my neck. He must’ve left a hundred open mouth kisses, but as he started to suck, I felt his teeth sink into my skin. I pulled back with a hiss at the sting, but he wouldn’t let go. He just kept on leaving harsh, red bitemarks and pulling my hair, all the time grinding harder into me.

He licked over the bruises he’d left and gently kissed them, before trailing his tongue up my neck to nip at my ear. He smiled darkly and pulled back away from me, dropping my legs back to the floor. He stalked around me, eyeing me up and down like a predator. I felt him behind me, his hands softly holding onto my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

“You know what’s great about this?” He cooed. “You’re already pre-cuffed.”

I flushed and my core swelled hot, his breath so close to me made my skin tingle all over. He pulled at the top of my skirt and dragged it down my hips, letting it fall down around my feet. He caressed my thighs and then stepped back, tugging at my underwear, playfully letting the elastic snap back to me.

“Y’know...” He said, before the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling. “Marquis de Sade said ‘sex without pain is like food without taste’...”

My eyes widened at his words and my heartbeat quickened.

“So, let’s make this... delicious.”

A million thoughts raced through my mind, but before I could process any, I felt the sharp snap of leather against my ass. I jolted forwards and let out a high pitch yelp.

Even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he was smirking. I could hear it in his voice. I bit my lip in an attempt to brace myself and he landed the belt across me again.

“Please, Jerome...” I whimpered at the sting, closing my eyes.

He brought it down again, making me arch my back in a gasp. A couple of tears rolled down my cheeks and I realised there was little point in resisting the torment. So, I gritted my teeth and prepared for another lick of the belt.

He whipped me once more, harder this time and a small scream escaped me.

“Please!” I begged.

I heard him chuckle with dark delight. The bastard was enjoying this. Of course he was. What else had I expected from someone like him? I tightened all my muscles for the next sting...

But it didn’t come. Instead, I felt him pulling my underwear down. Relief washed over me when I heard the belt drop to the floor and I realised Jerome was finished and was now crouched, ready to inspect his work. He ran his fingers over my burning flesh, taking in the bright red lashes he had left on me.

“What a pretty picture?” He said, landing a spank. “I wish you could see too doll, but having you cuffed is half the fun.”

His voice was dripping with venom and arousal and I could practically feel his grin in the air. He traced the marks with his fingers a little longer, before grabbing my flesh in fistfuls and sinking his teeth in. I gasped loudly at the hard bite. I wasn’t sure how many more of Jerome's surprises I could take. He laughed and ran his tongue over the new bruise.

“Yep. Definitely a pretty picture.” He smiled, giving me another spank. “I like those little noises you make, doll. Why don’t you make some more for me?”

He snaked his hand up my inner thigh and began stroking along my slit, relighting the fire in my stomach. I moaned, biting hard on my lip and tried to bring my thighs together, wanting friction.

“Naughty.” He said, landing a swift slap on my entrance causing me to let out a little yelp. “I need you to keep those legs open for me.”

It wasn’t as bad as the belt. In fact, it felt quite good. The heat inside me swelled as Jerome returned to running his fingers back and forth in my slickness. I hummed softly in my throat, fighting the urge to close my thighs again, my knees starting to shudder underneath me.

“Look how wet you are and I’m barely touching you.” Jerome chuckled darkly. “I wonder what happens if I do this?”

Jerome plunged two fingers deep inside me and slowly started pumping them. I let the warmth roll through me, moaning blissfully. He gently started to pick up speed, making it nearly impossible for me to keep my thighs apart. The faster he got, the deeper he dove, making me tighten around his talented fingers and struggle to keep steady on my toes.

My legs were shaking and despite my best efforts I just had to squeeze them together. As soon as I did, Jerome removed his fingers from me, leaving me feeling empty and spanked me hard.

“What did I say about that?” He barked, laying down another spank.

His spanking felt different this time. It felt pleasurable and sent a thrill up my spine.

“Sorry.” I whimpered.

“Sorry for what?” He spanked me again. “For being a needy little whore? Hm?” Another spank.

“Yes!” I gasped. “I’m a needy little whore! I just...”

“What? You just what?”

Jerome landed another slap at my core. It made my muscles clench, but it also aroused me so much more in a way I’d never thought I’d experience.

“What? What do you want, whore?”

“Please...”

“Big words, princess. What...” Spank. “Do you...” Another spank. “Want?”

“I want... I want you...” I forced, breathlessly.

“You want me? What do you want me to do, princess?” Jerome teased, tracing a finger along my burning entrance, just barely touching me.

“Please... Make me feel good, Jerome... Make me cum.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes...”

“Are you gonna do as I say?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Exactly as I say?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Just please...Jerome.”

I couldn’t take it any longer. I felt so pathetic and needy. I needed him to touch me.

“So desperate.” He giggled sadistically. I supposed he loved seeing me beg.

Then, finally, he spread me open and dove his tongue deep into my wanting warmth. I closed my eyes and bit down hard on my lip as he swirled his tongue around inside me. I wanted to grab his hair and feel it in my fingers, but all I could do was squeeze my fists together in empty frustration.

Jerome grabbed a hand full of my ass, gripping it tightly, digging his nails in and rose his other hand to my pelvis front, pulling me down further onto his tongue. I squealed, a delightful mixture of pleasure and also pain from the tugging on my aching forearms. He ran his front hand down to play with my swollen clit, circling his fingers around beautifully.

He grinded his face deeply into me, sliding his tongue up, down, around and around inside me. He pressed his fingers down harder on my clit, forcing a loud moan out of me. I felt the pressure inside me build, coiling and tightening like a burning spring. I squeezed my thighs around his head in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper, his tongue nestling inside finding all of my sweet spots and lighting them on fire.

I could feel myself ready, ready to burst. He was pulling an amazing orgasm out of me and I wanted nothing more than to just let it go. All it took was one more upward jolt of his head, pushing his tongue that last little bit deep enough to push me over. I screamed out in erotic pleasure, letting the feeling flood me like warm water. My back arched and my legs convulsed until I withered, letting myself dangle from my cuffs in a breathless defeat.

Jerome slid his tongue out of me and pulled his face back away.

“You sing so pretty, dollface. Like a little birdie.” He said, squeezing the flesh off my ass.

He gave me one more light bite and a spank, before he rose back up to stand, snaking his hands along my sides all the way. He let his hands wander up to cup my breasts, massaging them softly. He leaned in close and began leaving wet kisses in the crook of my neck. I shuddered, his touch sending a cool tingle down my spine. He let his hands squeeze my breasts slightly harder, then pulled away and crept back around in front of me.

He stood facing me, his eyes locked on mine. They seemed to burn holes right into my flesh, creating a sense of fear in me. I was scared of Jerome Valeska, I truly was. But everything he was doing to me right now... The way he touched me, kissed me. I wondered how he managed it. How he was able to both terrify and arouse me in equal amounts.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t register his hand rising until it was firmly wrapped around my throat. He leaned down to kiss me, dominating my mouth with his tongue, making me taste myself. Once again, I felt the familiar warmth build in my core as I sensed we were not quite done here. He finished the kiss with a little nip to my bottom lip.

“Are you scared of me, doll?” He purred.

I swallowed hard, unsure if truth was wise here. Then I felt him increase the pressure around my throat, not wanting to wait for an answer.

“Yes.” I breathed.

“Good.” He said through an evil smirk.

He crashed his lips to mine once again, his free hand picking up my thigh to wrap around him. I locked both my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him close against me. I felt his erection hard, under his clothes, grinding into me and I wanted it. Badly. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving his taste on my tongue and raised his hand from my throat to grab hold of my face. He took his other hand away from my thigh and pulled at his tie. I didn’t drop my legs this time, instead I gripped tighter as he slid his tie from around his neck and scrunched it in his fist.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered.

I did as he said and he smiled, before spitting into my open lips and gagging me with his tie. I’d never had anyone do that before and it shocked me a little, but then again, I’d never had anyone like Jerome Valeska before.

He backed up slightly, just enough for him to reach down and unzip his trousers and pull down his underwear, freeing his erection. I couldn’t help but look down at it. It was bigger than any I’d taken before and I wasn’t sure how prepared I was. He started to slowly stroke himself, lifting up my chin to look at me.

He gently stroked a single finger across my jaw and then, suddenly, landed a harsh slap across my cheek. I yelped at the slap, causing a dangerous smile to form on Jeromes mouth. I should’ve been repulsed by him. He killed people and was aroused by my pain and fear, so why was I so attracted to him?

He angled himself underneath me so he was lined up and ready. He wrapped his hand back around my throat and then pushed forwards into me, causing us both to let out deep moans.

“You like that?”

I nodded and whimpered through the material of the tie. Jerome giggled darkly and with his free hand, gripped onto my waist.

“Brace yourself, princess.” He warned, through a poisonous smile.

He pulled back slowly, until he was almost completely out of me and then, like a bullet, ploughed himself right back in, jolting me backwards with force. He continued his thrusting rough and fast, making me whimper and bite down hard on the tie. I closed my legs tightly around him, pulling him closer and forcing him in deeper.

He let out a low, guttural groan and moved his hand upwards from my waist to slap me again, spitting at my face as he did so. I closed my eyes to endure the onslaught of him pounding inside me like a raging animal. I felt like a toy, dangling there for him to use as he liked, but still the searing pleasure of it all made me moan lustfully.

“Open those peepers, princess.” He commanded. “I want you to see exactly who’s in charge here.”

I opened my eyes and saw him grinning at me like a man possessed.

“You like this? You like me fucking you?” He growled, gripping my throat tighter.

All I could do was whimper and moan in response.

“I cuffed you and hung you up, hurt you, spat on you... even made you cry! And you still let me fuck you?” He laughed through shallow breaths. “You’re pathetic, you know that? A pathetic little whore.”

Jerome threw another slap at me and I felt myself tighten around his considerable length, taking him all deep inside me. He drove up into me like he was trying to break me open with his girth and I welcomed every inch of it.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He moaned.

I clenched my walls around him, the feeling of being filled by him sending flutters through me as he pushed in deeper and laughed.

“I don’t think your pussy ever wants to let me go, doll!” He grinned. “But I already know you like taking my cock like this, cause you’re such a good girl for me... I like that.”

I flushed at his words. I didn’t know why, but it made me feel good to please him and, in that moment, I would have done anything for him. I could feel my ecstasy creeping up on me, like magma rising inside a volcano. I cried out wantonly, the heat rising as he worked me, exploring every detail of my canal with his thick shaft.

He let go of my throat and moved both his hands to grab onto my ass and squeezed, steadying me so he could pound me harder and climb to release. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and I could tell he was just as close as I was. I moaned loudly as he rammed into me harder and faster, burying himself deeper and making my arousal burn.

I could feel it coming, so close. I was about to boil over and all I needed was him. Just him. He continued thrusting like a raging animal, digging his nails into my flesh and scraping them along my ass, stinging sweetly. I whimpered at the sensation and tightened my legs.

“Cum for me, doll.” He panted. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

He plunged into me, pushing the magma higher and just so close to bursting. It was coming. I could feel it.

He pounded again. So close. Again and again, so hard inside me. Just a little more...

I screamed out, closing my eyes and letting everything go. The feeling of my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave of pure elation. My whole body shook from the force of it and I trembled like a leaf. Jerome continued to thrust into me until he too reached his climax. He growled like a beast and I felt him throb, releasing his hot load of sticky lust deep inside me.

We both relaxed, catching our breath and he stared down into my eyes. He unlatched his hands from the flesh of my ass and brought one round to gently stroke my cheek with his fingertips. It was quiet, but only for a minute.

He threw his head back and laughed like the madman he was, before pulling out of me and stepping back. My legs dropped to the floor and he began to put himself away and zip his trousers back up.

“Well, that was fantastic, dollface. Thanks for playing nice with me.” He said, throwing me a wink.

There was a loud metallic knock at the truck doors and I guessed whoever it was, was trying to get Jeromes attention.

“It’s been fun princess, really. But time waits for no man and I’ve got a party to attend” He said, smiling at me. “Well, more like crash.”

When he turned to leave, I tried to speak, but all that came out was intelligible muttering. He wasn’t going to leave me here, dangling, half naked and gagged like this? Was he? He began walking to the truck doors and I tried to call out.

“Oh! Wait, almost forgot.”

I felt a flood of relief when he began walking back to me.

“I’m gonna need this back.” He said and pulled the tie out of my mouth.

I was glad to finally be rid of it, but my joy was short lived, because he was starting to leave again.

“Hey...” I croaked; my mouth dry.

“Yeah, I’ll have someone come get you later.” He said, too nonchalantly for my liking. “For now, you can just... well, why don’t you just hang out?”

He laughed at his joke and opened the doors.

“Hey! You can’t leave me here!” I tried to shout, but my throat was too dry.

And then... he was gone. He really did just leave me alone, half naked in the back of a truck. How long would it be before someone found me? An hour? Two? The rest of the day?

All alone with my thoughts now, I decided the only thing to do now was wait. Wait and try and go over what the hell just happened between me and Jerome Valeska.

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luvrlixie · 4 years ago

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KILLING ME SOFTLY

【REQUESTED】 - OKAY OKAY SJDBJSISH I WAS GONNA REQUEST A SKZ SEEING YOU IN THEIR CLOTHES OR SOMETHING BUT THEN I STARTED THINKING ABOUT BINNIE SEEING YOU IN SHORT SHORTS AND HIS SHIRT WHICH IS LIKE HUGE ON YOU (ALSO THIS MAN IS DEF A THIGH GUY) AND MY MAN GOES F E R A L. SO. YOU LET HIM RIDE YOUR THIGH <33333

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tags: changbin x gn! reader, soft dom reader, thigh riding/dry humping, very soft, exhibitionism????????? idk they aren't alone in the dorm but no one walks in. not a lot of smut sorry y'all </3 mostly just sappy emotions.. but still nsfw... lit rally wrote at 4am and don't feel like editing lmaoo

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"seriously binnie! if you're gonna spend so much money on clothes, you should at least wear them. you have so many cute sweaters and the fact that they're collecting dust in the back of your closet is a crime."

changbin sat up and peered over the back of the couch as you entered the room. he was ready to shoot back a snarky comment but his words died on his tongue as soon as he saw you.

you stopped by the studio to visit him earlier, where he and the rest of 3racha were working on a track for the next album. you hadn't planned on staying long since you knew your boyfriend would be busy. but about 20 minutes after showing up chan was ushering everyone else out of the room, claiming that he had everything he needed from the other boys for now and that they both deserved a night off. any worries you or changbin might have had about chan overworking himself were immediately replaced by the realization that the two of you would finally have some time alone.

and that brought you to where you were now. standing in front of a blushing boy, wearing shorts and a long shirt of his that completely hid said shorts. you had decided to change after your boyfriend proposed that you spend the night. (at the time he was excited for movies and cuddles, but now it was an offer that he was starting to regret as he could already feel himself growing hard). the shirt you wore was one that changbin never put on due to it's size, he didn't think the whole oversized clothes style was really his thing.

but holy fuck it was yours.

"you uh- you look good."

changbin swallowed and you squinted. he was always a sucker for you wearing his clothes, but it was still odd for him to be turning so red just from seeing you in an shirt of his. luckily it didn't take long for you to notice the way his eyes wouldn't meet yours since they were focused on a different part of your body. you couldn't help but let out a little giggle. seeing you in his clothes might make him weak, but his biggest weakness was your thighs. he'd never exactly talked about your thighs in particular, but it was something that you had picked up on as your relationship progressed. you couldn't help but notice how changbin was always making sure to leave little marks on the inside of your thighs, and would jump at the chance to lay between them when he got sleepy, and how he would often pull out just in time to paint your thighs with his cum.

"like what you see?" you asked playfully as you took a few steps forward so you were standing in front of him.

"like what i- fuck yes... you're gonna be the death of me y/n."

you hummed in amusement, loving the affected you had on your boyfriend, and tangled a hand in his hair so you could guide him forward and let him press kisses on your thighs.

"mm seriously, on my gravestone it's gonna say your name after cause of death" changbin breathed out as he happily trailed his lips over your skin.

"that makes it sound like I murdered you, I'm not a fan of that"

you stood there for a few more minutes. finally moving away once you sensed that changbin was growing impatient. although you loved making your boyfriend beg, now was not that time for that. even though you moved to sit down next to him, changbin whined when you stepped away. knowing you, the poor boy was worried that you were gonna make him suffer through the whole movie with a boner. however, you had much different plans in mind for tonight.

with a smile, you slid a hand between his legs. "such a pretty noise, that little whine. wanna make it again for me?"

changbin's mouth went dry, he opened it to say something but nothing would come out. how were you always able to make him speechless? he did want to make that noise for you again. he wanted you to coo over how cute he sounded, but not here. not in the living room with minho still tucked away in his room, and with hyunjin and seungmin who were expected back at any minute.

"please, please let's go to my room. I need you."

you shook your head and started palming at chnagbin's crotch through his sweatpants, making his body go slack. "shh baby it's okay, calm down. I was just gonna let you grind against my thigh, let you get off like that. we'll be fully clothed so if anyone walks in it'll be pretty easy to play it off as cuddling or a makeout session."

that seemed to be all the reassurance that changbin needed. the way you were touching him paired with your soft voice was making his head spin. all he was focused on now was making you happy and chasing his orgasm. not even a second went by until he was moving onto your lap so he was facing you and straddling one of your legs.

"there you go! good boy."

you helped him settle into a comfortable position and pulled him close so his chest was pressed against yours and his face was buried in your neck. as changbin started to move his hips, you continued whispering words of encouragement and gentle praises since you could feel how tense he had gotten. changbin hadn't exactly done this before. and although the whole thing seemed rather self explanatory and he had gotten off by rutting against a pillow multiple times, he felt a bit self conscious with you watching his every move.

"It's okay bunny, there's no right or wrong way to do this. just whatever feels good." you whispered soothingly into his ear, catching the nervous look in his eyes and the way his movements kept faltering.

it was silly of him to be nervous, he realized. the safest he had ever felt was with you, and over the course of your relationship you had both tried out plenty of new things together (both in and out of the bedroom). thigh riding? this was nothing, you had certainly seen him in much more embarassing situations. so changbin nodded and finally started settling into a steady pace, trusting your words entirely.

every drag of his cock elicited a soft ah sound from the dark haired boy. luckily, you didn't have to worry about him being too loud. he was vocal and made plenty of noise, but always quiet whimpers and soft choruses of "oh"s. you could get him to be loud if you wanted to, you knew how. for now the tiny noises he was making was more than enough to satisfy you as you played with his hair and peppered his forehead with kisses. "there you go bun, bet it feels so good huh?" as you spoke you pressed your leg upwards, applying extra pressure to the whimpering boy's cock. the gasp he let out made your eyes widen in entertainment and you repeated the action, taking pleasure in how he squirmed everytime. "keep going little slut, don't slow down. doesn't my bunny wanna make a pretty mess for me?"

"m-more'" changbin panted.

normally you'd chastise him for not saying please. but right now you honestly couldn't care less. you just wanted your boyfriend to feel loved. wanted him to be as proud of himself as you are of him. so you smiled and pressed your leg up again, hands gripping onto his hips so that you can help guide his movements. "that song you were working on when I visited sounded so good. I know you've been working so hard on it. you're so talented baby, so amazing." changbin let out a sort of strangled noise and tightened his arms around you, pulling himself as close to you as he could get. the absence of words didn't bother you. sometimes changbin babbled on and on while you ruined him, telling you how good he felt and how much he loved you. while other times he just clings onto you, settling on a variety of whines to communicate. both were good.

as the familiar tightness grew in changbin's body, he focused on following the push and pull of your arms. if it wasn't for you guiding him he would have entirely lost his rhythm. knowing that your boyfriend was getting close, you started bouncing your leg and kneading his ass with one hand.

"changbin.. binnie, hey. c'mon let me see your face" you softly prodded, waiting for him to pull back. when he did, your heart squeezed in your chest.

he was so beautiful.

his lips were parted and his bottom lip was glossy and red from biting down on it too hard. his hair was sticking out in a few places, and his eyes were so full of pleasure. you could tell from the glassy look that changbin wasn't entirely present, his thoughts were elsewhere.

"m'gonna..." changbin slurred, hips twitching and back arching. you caught on immediately and softly grabbed his chin to make sure he didn't hide his face again, you always loved to see his face screw up as he comes. this time was no different.

"good boy, good boy let it all out for me"

you helped him ride out his orgasm and leaned forward to kiss him. not even caring that the kiss was messy and mostly just teeth since changbin was panting far too heavily to give you a proper kiss. when changbin's orgasm had finished washing through his body, you let him crash back into your chest. as you waited for him to catch his breath you rubbed his back and buried your face in his hair, giving him time to compose himself before talking.

"I love you binnie"

"..love you too y/n ... but seriously you're way too hot ... gonna die from sexiness overload"

#skz smut #sub!skz #sub! changbin #sub! idol #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #changbin imagine #changbin x reader #changbin smut #skz x reader #skz imagine #stray kids imagine

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rafescoke · 4 years ago

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hiiiii!!

Can I please request a rafe x reader based on that song need to know by doja cat.

Basically the reader heard rumors about the rafe’s and he’s past with his ex. Basically all saying how he was a 10/10 on bed. The reader is furious but sad and quickly confronts the rafe. You can choose the ending. Smut or fluff ending!!

Also pls post the rafe x reader, jj fic with the 19 chapters plsssss!!!! I beg you!

Need To Know ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: The reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: Straight smut, hella angst, substance, swearing, Rafe being a total dick

A/N: this one shot’s too long but i hope you will love it. i poured all my love into this however this isn’t my best work and im sorry!!

p.s, i’m always open for requests <3

“Hey! thanks for coming,” Topper smiled, hugging Rafe’s side before kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks. He ushered them both to the middle of the ongoing party, to the centre where all of Rafe’s friends were hanging out.

(Y/N) is never a fan of parties, especially the ones that she will have to tug on Rafe’s collars for them to finally enjoy the night alone. However, she passed up the chance of watching netflix with her partner tonight to go to Topper’s birthday party, since, it was, well, Topper’s celebration.

If it had not been for Topper, she wouldn’t even bat an eye to this party, especially when she knows the amount of girls silently crushing on her boyfriend of 6 months now. Rafe’s incredibly handsome, with his hair messily parted and his blue eyes shining everytime they’re exposed to the glowing sunlight of Obx. . . (Y/N) couldn’t justify why he would even choose her.

“What are you thinking?” Rafe playfully groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s waist near him. His fingers played with the hem of her dress, giggling when she hissed, swatting his hands away. “Seriously. You’ve been quiet since we got out of the car.”

“I just don’t like the attention’s you’re getting tonight,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when Rafe poked her, an amused expression plastered on his face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’re this proud prick.”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back, his hands still around her waist. She waited for him to regain his posture before kissing his cheeks.

“Go and find Topper. I know you want to kiss him.”

“Not as much as I want to kiss you,” Rafe replied, laughing again when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him before walking away to go and get some drinks for herself. In truth, Rafe doesn’t understand why she would feel so inferior towards other girls; she’s simply the most beautiful girl he’ve ever laid his eyes on. No one can ever compare to (Y/N), and that’s for sure.

(Y/N) muttered a thanks when someone handed her a beer, standing on her toes to search for her friends. When she couldn’t see any of them, she began making her way towards Rafe and Topper. She decided that instead of waiting alone in the resting area of the club while everybody else is socialising, she would rather listen to whatever Rafe and his friends were conversing, knowing that somehow she’ll find something interesting in the discussion.

That was when she bumped into a figure, causing the person to drop the drink they were holding onto her front dress. (Y/N) groaned, not liking how she was already ruining the branded new dress she bought with Rafe. The smell of strong alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her nose.

“Watch where you’re going,” the person said, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes before finally leaving the scene, not wanting to stir any unnecessary drama. She knows it will always end up dirty and Rafe will have to calm her down in the car.

(Y/N) pushed her way through the swarm of sweaty bodies as the dress reeked with alcohol clung onto her body, and she momentarily regretted her choice of wearing a skin tight short sequin dress to a club where dropping drinks on someone is just something that is bound to happen.

She sighed when she finally reached the bathroom, quickly washing her stains with the cheap toilet paper. It left some white bits on her dress when she finally removed them, and she groaned again before washing the fabric under the running water. Her day was going totally bad, and she dreamed of the night she could’ve spent with Rafe if only Topper wasn’t born on yesterday’s date 19 years ago.

“That’s what I’m saying!” a loud voice shrieked, followed by group of shrill laughs. “God, I really wish I’m still with him.”

(Y/N) raised her brows at the familiar voice, but thought none of it. Topper wouldn’t invite Rafe’s ex, he knows what she did to him. There was no way she was allowed to be in the private part of the club, unless someone had brought her as their plus one.

(Y/N) shook her head at the thought, trying to focus on the stains that seemed to be making everything hard for her.

“He has this habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s receiving head,” the voice continued, and (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

That’s exactly Rafe. Whoever the voice was, she was talking about Rafe. Rafe has this habit of running his long fingers through his hair while he’s whimpering, and it always drives (Y/N) crazy.

She thought nothing of it, thinking about the possibility of another guy doing the same thing. It’s a common thing anyways; she wasn’t going to pull the crazy jealous girlfriend card that night.

She turned to pull another tissue paper, her ears still intently listening to the group of friends who seemed to not mind receiving any attention from their bold topic.

“Now he’s with that (Y/L/N) girl. I honestly don’t get why he would be with her. Oh and-” the voice squealed, “Do you know that Rafe called me when they were talking?”

What?

“What?” her friends asked in disbelief, and (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her back against the tiled walls, listening close. Her heartbeat beat faster, and she could feel her head getting lighter.

“Yes! It was like, the first month they started getting close? He told me he couldn’t get over me and that he tried everything including finding me in her.”

(Y/N) felt the walls closing in, and quickly got to her feet to splash some water onto her face. She felt like dying right then and right there, but she knew she had to at least hear more to, now identified, Rafe’s ex girlfriend.

“He drove to my house and we just talked, you know. . . and then he told me something, and I refused. He got mad, I guess, and we fought like always, and he left me to be with that girl until today. Kinda sucks to be her, you know? Like the second choice kind of thing?” she continued, an amused tone lacing in her voice.

At that point, (Y/N) had heard enough. She walked towards the exit as fast as her heels could take her, not stopping to stay goodbye to her now approaching friends. She could feel her hot tears crashing down, but she didn’t feel like crying in the club and having random strangers coming up to her to soothe her down.

When the night breeze hit her square on the face as she finaly exited the suffocating club, she let out the hardest cry ever as she tried to find any available taxis through her tears. There were none, seeing that it was only 9 p.m. and people had just starting to arrive, so she decided to walk to nowhere until she finds any yellow vehicle.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind her, and she turned when a hand pulled her shoulder. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Where’s Rafe?”

“Kelce, I’m not feeling good. I just want to go home, okay? Please, oh my god. I can’t do this right now,” she cried, covering her eyes with her palm. Kelce pulled her into a side hug, allowing her tears on his new t-shirt. When she finally soothed down, he tried to find an answer in her face again.

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you now, I just-” she took a deep breath, “I just can’t. Can you um, call a Uber for me, please? My phone’s with Rafe.”

“What? Why would your phone-” he sighed, taking out his own phone. “Borrow my phone. It’s safer this way. Call a Uber, get home, and don’t do anything stupid. Okay?”

(Y/N) nodded, kissing Kelce’s cheeks before ordering a Uber, waiting by the sidewalk impatiently. She was scared Rafe would come out to look for her, and she didn’t feel like talking to him.

She felt like shooting him in his ribs until he’s begging for her to stop.

When she got home, her fingers trembling and her dress now ruined, she stripped out of her clothes and got under her covers. Her mother tried asking her about why she had come home earlier than expected with a running mascara and a smudged lipstick, but decided to let it pass when she didn’t answer, knowing that something has indeed happened.

She felt like screaming. She had trusted him so much, and he was even the first guy to take her virginity. Now she felt disgusted, thinking about how she had allowed herself to the sweet words he had given her before.

She couldn’t ignore the memory of the night she first experienced sex with him, and the whole sweet care he had provided after.

It was Friday the 13th, and Rafe decided it will be a good night to watch some type of a horror movie. (Y/N) agreed, being a fan of horror, but until one point, she was bored with the super-slow plot and boring characters.

She played with Rafe’s fingers, intertwining them with hers, before she got an idea midway of the female character’s scream that echoed throughout her bedroom.

“Rafe,” she said, and Rafe hummed in response. His eyes were fixated to the screen, not paying any attention to her. She whined, “Rafe. . .”

“Yeah?” He finally looked down to her, and laughed when he saw the face she gave him. “What the hell is wrong with you? The best part’s coming up. Watch it, the guy’s going to- fuck.”

(Y/N) had slipped her hand into his basketball shorts, teasing the outline of his v-line. Rafe’s breath shuddered, and he grabbed her hands before things escalate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunted.

“I just wanna try something,” she replied innocently, and Rafe swore he felt like his heart stopping right then and right there. She was that sweet girl, and he has never saw this side of her.

“Can I?” she asked, and with a tiny nod, she continued her movements as Rafe’s eyes stayed glued on the television screen, though his mind was already on cloud nine.

She was so good, and Rafe couldn’t explain the feeling inside of him when he watched her palmed him, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe felt like attacking every inch of her, wanting to give anything that she desired.

“Stop,” he said, closing his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum from just your hands.”

“I want you to,” she said, and Rafe cursed. He liked, scratch that, he loved and is obsessed with the way she did anything to him, with her innocent eyes and her teasing smile. He felt like fucking her numb every single time she purposely brushed her hands against his buldge in the restaurant or bumping her bottoms against him when playing golf.

And when she would deny her actions, god, he felt like giving his all to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Rafe,” she said again, with that gint in her eyes. She leaned onto him, and he shievered when he felt her lips brushing with his earlobes.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Rafe groaned, not wanting to look her in the eyes, afraid that he would do things he will regret the next morning. He felt her fingers around his chin, forcing him to look at her.

“Please.”

“You told me you wanted to wait,” he said softly.

“I’m done waiting,” she had said, and that was enough for Rafe to crash his lips against her soft ones, pushing her lightly to her queen sized bed. He felt her hands playing with the hem of his shorts, and being an impatience fuck like his dad, he guided her hands to his already hard penis, craving for her touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to the euphoric feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His fingers fumbled with her shorts, trying to untie the waistband, and grunted when he couldn’t gues the knot.

(Y/N) giggled, untying the ribbon, sliding her shorts to the edge of her bed as Rafe waited with his eyes staring at her hands eagerly, like a prey waiting to attack.

Once her shorts were off, Rafe didn’t waste anymore time to place kisses from her stomach down to the sides of her aching core. (Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore, after so many nights of trying to picture this exact moment in her head whilst fingering herself, pretending like it has been Rafe’s fingers instead of herself, she wanted to feel him around her so bad.

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, looking at him with the innocent eyes again. She moaned when he inserted his fingers in her, pleasuring her the way pornstars would from the many porn videos his cousin had taught him to watch since he was 10 before.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, not able to comprehend the strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to close her legs, only for Rafe to gripped them apart tightly, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Do that again and I’ll leave you hanging.”

It was the way he had said that that left (Y/N) all red, pushing herself against him to reach her end. She felt a sudden feeling approaching, and gripped Rafe’s wrist to tell him.

Rafe laughed when she had came around his dingers, feeling her juice soaking up his fingers and her bedsheet. (Y/N) sighed, still heaving from her high, making a mental note in her head to love this other side of Rafe Cameron.

“Suck,” he said, placing his two soaked fingers in front of her face and watched her as she sucked on them like a little girl who’s licking off a lollipop that her mother had bought for her. He felt like cumming just from the sight of her face.

“I want you inside me,” she had said again, and Rafe groaned to look away, not wanting to be a regret she had made the next morning. He looked at her again when she sat on his lap, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” she whispered, and before he knew it, she licked his ear to the the side of his lip before placing a soft peck on his lips.

Rafe has never removed his basketball shorts as fast as he did that night, not even when he had felt an animal crawling in his pants in the pet shop when he was 8 that resulted Sarah into having a laughing fit when they found out that a hamster had gotten into his pants.

He positioned himself in front of her slit, waiting for any new demands for him to stop now that she had changed her mind. But there was nothing, only (Y/N) demanding for him, and without wasting any more time, he slowly slided into her, strecthing her hole.

He grunted when she felt her closing in, knowing that if she kept doing that, he’ll finish straight away. (Y/N) screamed as he fucked her with a quick pace, causing him to quickly pull her head close to him to whisper into her ear.

“Shut up, princess. Don’t want mummy and daddy to wake up, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head, wanting to reach her end soon. She moaned against her mattress, smelling Rafe’s scent from it, and liking the way he would whimper when he hit her g-spot.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck-” he cursed, his pace getting sloppier. His fingers with his cold rings intertwined with hers as he slammed into her for good measure, and pulling out to aim on her face as she tried to regain her breath.

(Y/N) felt a shot of hot load landing on her face as she finally looked up to him, his sweaty chest heaving from the ungodly practice they just did. Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard again from the sight of her with his load all over her, and quickly turned away to grab a clean towel to clean her up.

That night, with a soft lullaby playing from (Y/N)’s record player that Rafe had bought for her in Italy, he ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled close, watching the moonlight brightened the ocean.

Rafe sighed, now wrapping his arms around her, forcing himself to not touch her breast in any way. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind.”

“Are you kidding?” she turned to face him, “God, Rafe. That’s exactly how I wanted it with you.”

Rafe chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “God. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Riing! Riing!

(Y/N) wiped her tears with her fingers before pressing on the green button, bringing the phone to her ears when she saw Topper’s name. She decided that he deserved an explanation after she had ran off from his birthday party.

“Tops?”

“Hey, baby, you didn’t pick up my call. I have to use Topper’s phone but, um-” (Y/N) heard the crowd sang happy birthday, “But um, are you okay? Kelce told me you were crying and I-”

“I’m fine. You should sing happy birthday to Topper.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he said to a voice in the background, and tried to talk to her again. “What is it, baby? The line’s kinda shitty here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. I know you’re not. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafe. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“God, (Y/N), don’t pull this shit on me,” he sighed, and she waited until the background noise lessen. “Okay, I’m at the smoking area. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“You used me.”

“I’m - what?” he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard her talking about how you drove to see her and you told her that you tried finding her in me,” she finaly confessed, her voice breaking. A tear slowly rolled down her red cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

“Baby, it’s not how it sounds like.”

“Then what is it?” she yelled, clutching onto Kelce’s phone like it was her life support. “Fuck, Rafe, I gave you my everything.”

“Baby, I swear, it’s just-”

(Y/N) waited for him to finish his sentence, and sucked in a breath when she heard the voice that had caused her this misery.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?”

“Fuck, (Y/N), I’ll come by to your house, okay? Please, don’t do anything stupid, I’m coming back home-”

(Y/N) pressed the end call, letting go of the breath she was holding before finally throwing her head back against the pillow.

#Part 2

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phenomenalgirl9 · 3 years ago

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Life Guard! Yeonjun x Surfer! Reader: Not Bay Watch

A/n: This one randomly popped into my head while watching the YEONJUN :: ‘SEASON OF TXT: MIDSUMMER’ MOOD SAMPLER.

Summary: Being a surfer the beach is naturally your second home, soaring through the was with your friends. But, that is when a certain cutie catches your eyes, who turns out to be the new cocky life guard, who seems to have something against you. Both of you love to get on each other's nerves and neither would back down. What happens when you both enter a challenge?

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You huffed and tied your hair in a tight bun ready to kick some ass in Volley. You shouted at Soobin to pass the ball to you, you were going to show the JYP high brats who rules. After a not so tough game you're team won 10 to 6.

You 5 cheered while Beomgyu shouted something about being the ace and pro. You found the Hwang twins glare at you, you just stuck out your tongue at them and grabbed your surf boards and ran towards the sea. With Heuning-Kai at your tow, "This calls for a victory lap!!!!"

(Idk How surfing works so please bear 🐻 with it)

Taehyun also joined the two of you as you waited for a suitable wave, holding your balance on the board. You three rode for a good ten minutes, with your friends and a few passersby cheering for you. As you cat called "Wooohooooo"

You'll rode down the waves and were reaching back for the shore that is when your sight fell on a gush of dirty blond hair in white tank and red shorts. He seemed new to you so you asked "Hey Tae who's that?"

"That's the new life guard that was hired, heard he's a national level swimmer."

"Yeah? I guess he's-" before you could complete you didn't notice a strong wave came and knocked you off your feet. You fell face first into the salty water with a yelp. You heard your best friends laugh while another unfamiliar voice asked "Hey! Are you okay?" You looked up to see that blond guy, the new life guard, giving you a concerned look, while your friends mocked you.

You coughed out the sea water hard and stood up and he helped you get to your feet. Somehow your friends doubled up harder into laughed watching that, even Soobin and Beomgyu who were now close to scene were seen laughing. You snatched away your hands from his and scoffed a "Im fine" before you stormed off to the shore where your towel was, only to pick your things up and scurry off another part angry and away from these dumb 'friends' of yours.

You heard you friends calling after you, while some went to gather the rest of the things, another rushed to follow you. Leaving the life guard shocked as to where he went wrong.

You walked through the hot sand fuming yourselves, "Huh! Some friends!" You scoffed. Stopping when you finally got tired and set down on the sand again.

With in a few minutes a huffing and puffing Beomgyu was seen, he stopped infront of you and doubled on his knees to catch his breath.

"Yah! Why did you run?!" He asked.

"I didn't run, its just speed walking. How could you guys do that!" You said in anger.

"Do what? What did we do?!" He asked

"How could you make fun of me infront of a hot guy!" You whined.

From far off you see the rest of your friends group coming with the rest of the things you had. Soobin came dashing and almost crash landed infront of you as Taehyun and Heuning-Kai droped the things on the sand.

"We didn't make fun of you, it was just funny!" Beomgyu said.

"Oh! Does Y/n ssi have a little crush on our new life guard?" Taehyun teased

"Shut up! Rascals!" You shouted.

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It was close to sun down when you 5 walked back through the beach to where you're truck was. On your way you saw the new guy on his post. He jumped down as soon as he saw you guys and came towards you.

"Hey! Blue Surf board, you okay?" He called out.

You rolled your eyes at his choice of name for you in relation to your surfing board.

"Yes Bay watch, thank you for saving me" you said scoffing and followed your friends.

"It's Yeonjun by the way" he called out to which you just kept walking without turning back and just waved your free hand.

Once you reached the car Taehyun asked "You won't tell him your name? The poor boy still seem to be waiting for a glance" He said flailing his hands over his heart in a dramatical manner. Suddenly, Beomgyu rushed back towards the beach and shouted "Her name is Y/n!" And ran back and climbed into the truck.

"Beomgyu!!" You shouted in a menacing tone and almost jumped on him going over Taehyun who tried to hold you back along with Kai from the passengers seat, with Soobin shouting for everyone to calm down from the driver's seat.

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You had to go alone to visit the beach whenever you got time, also cause your house was closer to it. Seeing that for the next 2 weeks the rest of your friends were busy, you got to know Yeonjun alot. Finally another weekend you 5 loaded the truck and drove to the beach. You unloaded the boards and were walking down to the beach to hear a voice.

"Hello Y/n ssi! Long time no see" you looked up to see the Yeonjun guy grinning at you.

You tried your best to maintain a poker face and contain your smile, suddenly an evil idea came to you mind and you said "Hey Bay watch"

For a second he looked confused but instantly held back his demeanor and smirk and said "You're really gonna hold on to that?”

"Of course." You said grinning back.

"Hey that seems heavy" he said walking towards you. "Lemme hold it for you" and he held your hand. You literally cringed and hit him on his arm swatting him away. As you saw him and the rest of your friends laughing, and doubled up in laughter yourself.

That day you guys really had fun, with Yeonjun tagging along from time to time. You both loved to tease each other. "Yo Renjun? Got some band aid?"

He looked taken aback for a moment before he noticed you smirking, and he cooed "Don't worry my damsel in distress, your knight in shining armour will save you" he said beating his fist to his chest.

"More like in red shorts" Beomgyu laughed from behind.

"Whatever you say Bay watch, don't get too ahead of yourself" you said

"Oh yeah? Or what?" He said looking you deep in the eyes and coming close.

"Or I'll whoop your ass" you said grabbing the band aid from him.

"Is that a challenge?" He asked

"What if it is?" You said cocking an eye brow.

"Then if I win you'll have to go on a date with me" Yeonjun said with a smirk.

"If I win you'll do what I say for a week" you said.

"I'm sure they could just evade all this and just grab a coffee together" Taehyun told Soobin.

"What Y/n wants Y/n gets and she likes the things hardway" Soobin said shrugging.

Time was set to be the next day morning at 10am, it's supposed to be a surfing competition.

Your friends spent the night at your place, "He seems to be a surfer, watch" Beomgyu showed the rest 4 of you a video that he found in Yeonjun's instagram.

"Hey. He's average, and Y/n is THE BEST surfer in this part of the bay" Soobin said, pitting extra emphasis on the phrase 'the best'.

"Please, I wont go that far there are-" you started but were shut by Taehyun with a "shut up" and you threw him a pillow.

Beomgyu was scrolling through his feed and one picture caught your eye.

(Daayummm thats one hot smoking guy)

And as if Beomgyu spoke your mind out "Damn he's hot"

"Sit your gay ass down, you f*cker!" You said.

"Mom! She's homophobe!" Beomgyu teased and laughed.

"Shut up, thats Y/n's mans now" Soobin said, as Beomgyu laughed harder. God you'll never understand this guy.

"This is not happening in my holy christian household!" He suddenly exclaimed

"First, you're an atheist and second this is not even your house bitch" Taehyun said shaking his head making all of you double up in laughter.

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The next day at 10:01am

"You came? I thought you'd be busy hiding" you teased.

"And miss my chance to go on a date with you? Never" he smirked.

"You do know that you could have just asked her" Taehyun butted in.

"Now where's the fun in that?" He said.

"Yeah, we'll see your fun when you eat your words" you said, grabbing you surf board and walking to the ocean.

Heuning-Kai decided to mediate, with a megaphone that Yeonjun found in his post office.

"Rules are simple, you fall in you're out. You avoid a wave that the opponent rides you're out. May the best surfer win, hah! That's Y/n haha!" He said.

"THANK YOU FOR THE VOTE OF CONFIDENCE! " Yeonjun shouted as you laughed at your bestfriend's antics.

At first Yeonjun seemed a bit wobbly, but a good 5 minutes in and a few small waves and he seemed to be doing fine. The both of you kept throwing shit at each other and things.

Even your friends couldn't help but be shocked at the two.

"Oh-ho-ho pro-surfer, seems like there's nothing that you can do, that I can't do" Yeonjun said smirking, and that struck a nerve.

"Lets see if you can pull this off" and you stirred yourself towards deeper in the ocean. You could hear your friends and Yeonjun shout from behind cause you have never really been this far without guards speed boats and that was due to competition. You were super competitive and something within you made you to keep going. But the size of the wave threw you back to reality and you knew it was too late to evade the wave, it's a win or die challenge that you are up to. You just hoped you'd pull this off, and even with the screams of your friends.

You remembered that this is a bet, you've done this before and you can do it now. And what happened will stay with you for the rest of your life, that adrenaline rush, the splashes of water, the feeling that you got. As you rode down you heard the screams and sighs of your friends. You just slip your ankle leash and were about to run to your friends, but two well built strong arm caught you and pulled you into and embrace as you felt yourself swept off your feet quite literally. You felt wet on your shoulder, that is when you realised your tall best friend was crying.

"Umm... Soobin I'm fine" you cooed

"I know, thank god." And he threw you down.

"Hey!" You shouted.

"We shouted and told you not to go why the hell did you have to?! Everyone, even Renjun knows your the best surfer out here! WHAT DID YOU HAVE TO PROVE" He asked, and pulled you up. With a pout.

"Um its Yeonjun" Yeonjun said coming up from behind him and he tackled you into a hug. For a moment the both of you were silent, this was when it hit you that what you've done, could have gone wrong in so many ways.

"You should have not done that you know. You'd have me in any case" he said, arms still wrapped around you "I was just teasing".

"I know, I just got a bit competitive. Sorry" you said and then as soon as he left three more people hugged you tight! Screaming various things about various stuff and how glad they were and what not. But you were glad.

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Later that Evening

"You did all that and won to just make me do this?" Yeonjun asked as he looked onto the marking rubric you set infront of him as you pushed up your glasses on your nose.

"Yeah!" You said smiling.

"Well as long as I'm with you" he said.

"Quit being so cheesey!" You complained

"You know you love it" he teased smirking.

"I swear!" You shouted and Yeonjun cocked an eye brow and thats it, you dropped the pen and went up to where he was sitting on the couch. You pulled him by his T-shirt and attached your lips to his. Moulding your lips and he didn't even take a second to kiss back.

"Damn I wanted to do this for so long" he whispered agaist your lips.

Leaving the forgotten paper he slid his hands on your waist pulling you closer and he kissed you with as much ferocity as you. Suddenly a screech was heard and both of you looked apart to see Beomgyu standing eyes wide with his hands over Heuning-Kai's eye.

"Not in my holy christian household!" He shouted.

"This is not even your house" Yeonjun said as the you started laughing.

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