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radiowallet · 3 years

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Waves Crashing

Summary: Javi comes back from a day of work and needs help with a little stress relief.

WC: 3.5K

Pairing: Javi G. x Female!Reader (established relationship)

Warnings: 18+ Minors be gone! Unprotected sex, angry sex, oral sex (female receiving), squirting, fingering, slight choking, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, cum play. Filth. Straight filth.

Notes: Big thanks to @jazzelsaur who definitely deserves more than 50% of the credit for this. Her big beautiful talented brain spewed thot after thot into my DM's and my smol dumb brain just did its very best.

I am sorry, mi amor.

Your back stings from the cool scrape of the stucco where it prickles your skin, the sheer fabric of your dress slipping down your shoulders with each thrust Javi makes, exposing your breasts to the sun. Javi holds you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping at the curve of your hip, the hard length of his cock fucking up into the tight heat of your core. There had been little explanation past his apology, only growls of Spanish breathed into your neck as he took out all of his rage on the tender shape of your body.

You had been dozing on the balcony just off his main suite, a lunchtime swim and the late afternoon sun soothing your aching muscles after another night spent with Javi between your legs. There were loose plans for a movie and dinner later that evening, plans you were sure would lead you right back to his bedroom, with zero complaint from either of you. You only hoped you could convince him to let his eyes close a little earlier tonight. He had looked so tired when he left for his meeting, the bags beneath his eyes more pronounced, his shoulders stiff where you brushed away any invisible wrinkles, and you wanted nothing more than to soothe away his worries the way he so easily did for you.

It seems clear now, his hips slotted perfectly against your own, bruises forming beneath his iron grip, that Javi has different plans in mind.

“Hold tight to me. Mi amor, please. Please,” he chokes out, teeth scraping behind your ear, giving a particularly deep thrust up, pulling a whine from between your teeth. Your walls tighten at the tone in his voice, rage dripping from the timbre of his accent, a wave of arousal coating his cock where if fills you up. His curls are wild, sweaty and twisted, falling down in front of his eyes. You’re desperate to push them back but you don’t dare disobey, arms instead wrapping around the thick cord of his neck, lips panting against the heat of his skin.

Your trembling fingers tangle in the thin white of his tank top and you moan again, remembering the look on his face as he stripped off the dark blue button up he had been wearing when he left you this morning. You had thought the somber color had seemed so unlike your Javi, too dark, too imposing, as if he had been forced to wear the mask of someone else. He had ripped at the buttons, the fabric falling away from his body and exposing the swell of his biceps to the late day sun. His face had been twisted, barely contained frustration simmering below the surface, fists clenching around the open air, begging for release.

You were all too happy to help him.

“Use me, Javi. You can use me.”

A dam breaks at your words, the simmer rolling into a boil, burning hot and swallowing you whole. He surrounds you, covers you, fills you full as he takes, takes more and more of you, until you can only cling helplessly and let him rut into the tight folds of your cunt. Your legs grip tighter, the dig of his belt cutting at your flesh, but you lean into the pain, the friction fighting back against the slick of sweat that clings behind your knees.

One hand finds your throat, wrapping around it, but never squeezing tight, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. But you feel it, that unspoken strength, a threat never spoken that, if he wanted to, he could take so much more than he does. His other hand sneaks between your bodies, finding your clit and pushing down as hard as he can, his hips still slamming up as sharply as he can manage from the awkward angle. It’s sloppy and frantic, a jumble of words, English and Spanish falling out of him, and still you see stars, fireworks bursting bright in the sun-dipped daylight.

“I need you to come, mi amor. Come now.”

Again you listen, the command in his voice clear. This was an order, and your body does not disobey. Your walls tighten, your fingers digging into the skin beneath the thin white cotton, finding the heat of his skin still, as you come around his cock, soaking his length in a release that belongs to only him. You scream his name as he fucks you into your first orgasm, talking you through it, his breath hot in your ear.

“Louder. As loud as you can. I want them to hear what we do.”

You scream louder, your voice cracking as his name tumbles from your lips. Who you’re screaming for hardly matters, the only one you want to hear is the man holding you up.

“Good job, mi amor. So good for me,” he grits out, hands shifting back to your ass, pulling you further onto his cook as he turns and carries you back into his suite.

Any other day and you would probably be laughing into each other’s bare skin, smiles wide and eyes light at Javi’s refusal to pull himself out of you for even a second to take the few steps between the balcony and his bed, but not today. No. Javi’s eyes are too dark, his breathing too ragged. His smile is gone.

You can only cling to his shoulders, helpless and shaking from that initial wave of pleasure. He hasn’t forgotten himself in the haze of his anger, taking care to place you gently down on the bed, a sea of clean white duvet pillowed beneath you, eyes softening, just barely, as he kisses your cheeks, one and then the other before he pulls away to stand tall over you. His cock slips out of you as he goes and you wine pathetically, your hips thrusting up, the emptiness he leaves you with too much all at once.

“Secamente, mi amor,” he rumbles, stripping the thin undershirt off as he speaks, the crisp gray dress pants following soon after. He towers over you, every inch of his golden skin on display, the glint of his jewelry catching in the setting sun, a ring and a watch the only thing he wears now. You could stare at him for hours, counting the freckles that dance along his neck and shoulders, tracing the cut of his chest to the soft swell of his stomach all the way down to the thick meat of his thighs. You have the perfect view of his cock from this angle, thick and long, the head flushed read and leaking, a drop of pearly white waiting for you on the tip. You lick your lips and thrust your hips up again, not caring even a little bit how desperate you are.

Javi chuckles, low and mocking, and god help you, it only makes you want him more.

“You wear too much,” he murmurs, lips still curled into a snarl, and without any more warning he rips the thin slip you’re wearing down the middle, the flimsy fabric falling off of you, leaving you naked to his hungry eyes. Before you can even protest he is covering his body with your own, his cock sliding right back into you, a moan of pleasure falling out of you as his hips slam into yours.

“I’ll buy you more, my love. One in every color. Prometo. Prometo.”

He’s practically growling, hips snapping hard and fast, one hand wrapping around your wrists where they lay above your head, pinning you down into the mattress, your body pliant beneath the force of his rage. His other hand shakes as it finds your jaw, pushing just enough to part your lips, his thumb hooking inside and holding your mouth open for him. He doesn’t look away, the coal of his pupils bleeding out as he braces one foot beside you on the bed, the angle of his thrusts shifting just enough to hit that spot deep inside of you and before you know it, another orgasm is starting to build at the base of your spine.

“Jaaaaavi,” you whine around the hold he has on your mouth, trying to meet his thrust, but only succeeding in writhing beneath him, his cock piercing the slick folds of your cunt, his balls slapping against the crack of your ass. He keeps going, punching that same spot again and again, his dark eyes watching you with a fixed stare.

“Are you going to come again, mi amor? Going to come on my cock?”

You try to nod, but he tightens his hold on your jaw just enough for it to hurt, and suddenly your vision goes white hot to violent red, the walls of your pussy contracting around him, a rush of arousal pouring out of you. More of it and more of it, so much of it gushing out of you, Javi’s cock slipping from between your folds in the process. You feel it coating your thighs, soaking the 1,000 thread count sheets below you, a filthy pool of you dripping down your legs, mixing with the sweat that still clings there from the hot summer day. You feel like you’re underwater, your own mewls of pleasure sounding muddled, everything wet, wet, wet, your body quivering from the release of pressure.

Javi’s hold on you is gone, and you find the strength to look up just in time to see him drop to his knees, hands pressing your legs apart, giving him the perfect view of your leaking pussy. His lips are parted in fascination, all the anger smoothed from his features as his eyes trace your swollen folds. You try to call his name but he shakes his head, a small whine choking out of the back of his throat. You feel two fingers swirl through the mess still somehow pouring out of you, Javi experimentally pushing inside of you, a lewd squelching sound meeting your ears.

“This…this is for me?”

He sounds so amazed, his voice barely rising above a whisper, night and day to the angry rasp from minutes earlier. You can only nod helplessly, still shocked at what just happened, your body afloat in the aftershocks of your orgasm, almost in pain as Javi continues to push his fingers inside you, his eyes glued to where they disappear inside your weeping cunt. A small part of you wants to push him away, the stimulation bordering on too much, but the look on his face is one of awe and delight and you can’t find the strength to interrupt his quiet inspection of you.

Slowly, so slowly, he sticks his tongue out, leaning in to lick at your swollen clit, catching the smallest taste of your cum on his lips. Even that tiny bit of pressure stings, and you whine helplessly as Javi hums in delight, the taste clearly pleasing him. He leans in again, but he stops short, his breath like fire where it hits your skin, and you feel your hips move up of their own accord, searching for the sweet relief of his tongue.

Javi gently presses you back into the mattress, sweet brown eyes rising up to find your own.

“Do you…do you think you can do that again?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, his mouth latching onto you, tongue replacing his fingers, curling like a serpent through the dribbles of arousal still leaking out of you. His tongue carves a path through you, starting at the crack of your ass, scooping up all that he can hold in his mouth as he swipes up between the lips of your pussy, before he swallows it down. He buries his face into you, groaning in pure ecstasy as he coats himself in your release. It’s filthy and decadent and so like your Javi, to give you so much while still finding a way to take for himself. His eyes are closed, everything from his nose to his cheeks to his chin coated in your release, a smile finally finding its way back to his lips as he dives in fully, his intent crystal clear.

He sucks your clit between his lips, worrying his tongue back and forth across the bundle of nerves, little pulses of pleasure chasing each and every move he makes. Those same two fingers he had pushed inside you earlier return, slipping inside of you, pushing more of your cum out, and Javi is quick to catch it with his tongue, moaning loudly as he swallows it down. He lays his head on your thigh, the scrape of his stubble scratching perfectly at your overheated skin, wisps of his curls tickling at your hip bone.

“Do it again, mi amor. Please. Do it for me.”

His face is so earnest, the amber of his eyes pleading where they watch you from the curve of your, and you want nothing more than to do as he says. You thrust down to meet his fingers where they’re still pumping into you, crying out as another pulse of warmth starts to swell in your core.

“M-More…please, Javi,” you beg, and he is quick to give, always, a third finger slipping side you, his lips latching back onto your clit, sucking hard enough for you to see stars burst in front of your eyes. He fucks his fingers into you diligently, shifting every few thrusts, searching for that spot again, never once pulling his mouth away from your swollen bud of of pleasure. He moans into you, groaning little whines that beg you to feel it, that desperate need he has to give you everything that he can and still give more.

You feel the warmth inside you start to spread, growing faster than you can think, liquid hot and building up higher and higher. It’s a cliff this time, the clear blue water stretching out beneath you, and as Javi spreads his fingers wide, caressing every inch inside of you with such care and adoration, his tongue worshiping you from the inside out, you feel yourself start to fall. Your body is plummeting down down down into the deep blue waters below and as the cool water swallows you whole, another orgasm crashes into you, wave after wave pouring out of you.

You’re gasping, crying, reaching out blindly, and before you know what’s happening, Javi’s tongue is plunging between your lips, a mouthful of your own cum pushed inside, forcing you to savor the taste of yourself as it drips slowly down your throat. He barely gives you a chance to breathe, his fingers smearing through the mess clinging your sex and follows the same path his tongue took, pushing past your lips and teeth to rest, waiting patiently for you to suck them clean. You do so on instinct, sucking diligently until you can finally taste the salty sweet taste of his skin beneath your musk.

“So good for me,” he murmurs, you think, mostly to himself, the hook of his nose tracing your own, his smoked whiskey eyes watching you carefully. You shift, just enough to feel the mess you’ve made where it clings to everything, and you hum as your hip bumps into Javi’s cock, rock hard, the weight of it hitting heavy where it sticks to your skin.

He speaks again, this time louder, his teeth nipping at the shell of your ear. “So beautiful, and all for me?”

He asks as if he can’t believe it, can’t fathom how you’re here below him, the proof of your devotion soaking into his luxurious duvet, dripping down your legs, cooling on his skin. Two large hands slide up your rib cage, calloused palms holding tight as he rises back over you, the fat head of his cock teasing at the seam of your pussy, the tint of his eyes growing darker as he slips through the mess.

“Answer me,” he growls, the edge returning to his voice.

It happens all at once, Javi’s rage from earlier slamming back into him as he slides into you, a strangled yes ripping out of you as he sinks deep inside. His anger is tempered, just barely, the warm sun and your soft curves starting to smooth at his rough edges, but his hips move with furious purpose. He towers over you, grunts falling from his lips at fucks into you at a feral pace. His hands move up, palming your breasts, swallowing them whole in the hot pinch of his fingers, squeezing the flesh of them tightly together.

You’re helpless beneath him, body limp, legs spread wide, and still somehow another wave of pleasure is cresting up inside you. Javi can feel it too, the slick walls of your cunt contracting around him. He moans loudly, his thrusts pushing deeper, his chest falling down to slam into your own, his hands finding purchase above your head. His eyes are wild, lips twisted in a snarl as a storm of angry words rain down around you.

“So wet, mi amor. You are soaking. And it is for me. You are for me. They do not-d-do not understand me. They don’t…don’t…I don’t-” he spits out each syllable, and though the words are laced in fury, you can feel the love, that sweet passion that is so uniquely Javi. He is the sun, a blazing heat beating down on your bare skin, but you never feel fear for getting too close. He will never burn you; the warmth he gives you- the love- always giving double what he takes away.

He wraps his arms around your chest, burying his gold-kissed curls into the curve of your neck, the cadence of his speech only speeding up, matching to the time of his hips on your own.

“Mine. All mine. This is mine. Mi amooor, por favor. Pleasepleaseplease.”

He comes just like that, teeth biting where your neck curves into your shoulder, chants of please sobbed into the skin below. He fills you up, his cock spasming as he paints your insides with his come. You can feel it leaking out of you, dripping out around where Javi’s cock still fills you up and you moan loudly as you picture how his release will look mixing with your own, your mouth dry as you imagine the taste.

His whole body is shaking, either from exhaustion or relief. Maybe both. You pet at him as much as your limbs allow, the little waves of arousal he left you with still working a trail up and down your spine, but you ignore them, focusing instead on the tracing your fingers down the turn of his shoulder blade, the other hand making a soft path through his sweat slick curls. You can feel his tears where they pool into the dip of your collarbone, and it only pushes you to double your efforts, lips pressing gentle kisses to the scrunched corner of his brow.

You aren’t sure how long you lay like that, the sun too far past the open doors to track the time, no clocks hanging on the wall to give you any hints. By the time Javi pulls away there are shadows marking a pattern across the bedroom floor, the bags beneath his eyes double what they were when he left you this morning. You brush a thumb tenderly at the corner of one sweet brown eye, urging him to look up at you fully. When he does, you’re relieved to see a smile, even as small as this one may be.

“I hurt you?”

“No,” you promise, shaking your head in assurance, but you know he will still examine every inch of later, pressing apologetic kisses to every mark, real or imagined. His eyes dart back down to the mess coating the two of you and his smile grows, that beautiful dimple carving out its rightful spot on his cheek, creasing into the tear tracks that still cling to the sunshine of his skin. You brush your thumb across his temple one more time, a silent request for him to share what he is thinking.

He does not deny you.

“What a gift to have been given.”

This man.

You sit like that for a minute longer, limbs tangled, sun setting, little terms of endearment traded back and forth. Soon enough you coax him up, a bath drawn, his back pressed to your chest as you rub the last of the stress from his shoulders, rinsing the ache (and the soap) from his curls. By the time you pull him back to his bed he is loose, a goofy tinge to his smile, his curls wild as they dry in the open air. The sheets have been changed, and dinner is waiting, but Javi just crawls into bed, his head finding the comfort of your lap.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You feel him shake his head no, the hook of his nose brushing at the bare skin of your thigh.

“Do you want to watch something?”

Again his head moves back and forth, the pad of his pointer finger tracing the same path as his nose.

“No, mi amor. Not yet.”

He doesn’t say anything else, the tip of his finger moving higher and higher, rising up inside of you just as the sun finally sets.

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anime-onlys · 3 years

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Spring '21 anime list: What I tried, what I'm watching, and first impressions!

Shaman King (2021)

I hadn't heard about this show until the reboot was announced, and it seems neat so I'll give it a shot! Hesitation isn't quite the right word, but I am watching cautiously because there's a lot about early 2000's anime that should stay in the early 2000's. I'm prepared to take a certain amount of product-of-its-time-ness, but only so much.

I really like its unique visual style. It feels like it's got a similar vibe to Soul Eater and TWEWY with its chunky proportions and face design, and the squash-and-stretch animation really lends itself to comedic moments. I feel like there are some eminently cosplayable designs in my future.

Character-wise, it's only been one episode but I'm taking a liking to Yoh. Based on the OP I hope that Ryuu will be an early-antagonist-turned-loudmouth-friend like JJBA's Okuyasu or Sk8's Shadow. That's one of my favorite character tropes.

The World Ends With You the Animation

My friend is a huge TWEWY fan, so our group was really looking forward to this anime. I saw a little of the gameplay when the Switch version was released, up to the end of episode 1's plot. I know it's going to be excellent story wise, and I already may be planning on making cosplay of that Reaper with the skeleton hoodie.

I love a unique visual style and an awesome soundtrack, of course TWEWY already had that coming in. The CGI Noise are a little clunky, but allow for some really great fight sequences. The characters' CGI models are nearly seamless with the 2D. It feels like the plot is moving fast, but according to my friend they just skipped some fetch quests and puzzle solving that wouldn't have been interesting to animate.

I'm really looking forward to this one each week!

Dragon Goes House-Hunting

One of those "eh, we'll give it a shot" shows. A bunch of us have been eyeing real estate lately, so at the very least it's topical. If done right, the concept could be fun!

We spent most of the episode HATING the dragon's character design. Its proportions are just...awkward in every way. The neck is extremely short and thick and leads into a human-muscled torso, the arms are tiny twigs, and the legs are a little too human and a little too thick to be anything but unnerving. It's bad.

Oddly, except for the dragon, the rest of the creature designs are pretty great! In contrast to a lot of anime, they let them be really non-human and had a good design sense. The humor was solid, the Monster Hunter references were on point, and the character interactions were fun. The OP is GREAT, too!

We'll be continuing this one! If you can make your eyes stop hating you for forcing them to look at the Monster Factory reject of a dragon, I'd say give it a shot.

You Can Make A Mug Too

Now that Yuru Camp is over, we wanted another lighthearted anime that might teach us something while it's at it. You Can Make A Mug Too was one of our picks to sample because one member of anime night has recently acquired a kiln.

My impression is an approving but unenthusiastic "Fine, really." You can definitely tell it's an anime made to bring in tourism to the town it's based in. The characters don't really grab me, but they set up a solid emotional backbone for the story. The production quality isn't stunning, I was hoping for some nice pottery wheel animation but didn't get any.

It's probably a decent show, but we won't watch any more because of the next one on the list.

Supercub

Going straight from You Can Make A Mug to Supercub was like going from store-brand ice pops to fresh gelato. I can already tell this is my favorite anime of the season, hands down.

First, the production quality is excellent. The backgrounds are beautiful, the score is understated but well done to the point that Debussey's Clair de Lune felt like it had been made for the scene it was used for.

More than the production quality alone, this anime's direction is exceptional. It takes 'show don't tell' and uses it perfectly, using body language and soundtrack and shot composition to communicate as much or more than the sparse dialogue. Like, they made my heart skip a beat with nothing but color grading. THAT kind of exceptional.

I haven't spoken much about the plot because I really have no idea where it's going to go. Will we fill in why Koguma is so alone, or will we only move forward to seeing her connect? Will the past of that Supercub come back to haunt her? This feels like an anime that can and will absolutely wreck me, but at the starting line all I can say is I'm READY.

If you only watch one thing this season, watch Supercub.

Continuing anime:

My Hero Academia Season 5:

This season is interesting because for the first time, I think I'm going into it with almost zero spoilers (Dabi's real name is the only one I have). The only plot spoiler I thought I had, that Hawks was somehow working with the League of Villains, was revealed at the end of episode 1. I really enjoy going into things blind so I'm looking forward to this season!

However, the OP is the most disappointing thing out there. Nothing about the song, animation or composition is memorable or even noteworthy. Bones and MHA have access to all the money and talent in the industry and they best they can do is "Fine, I guess".

Yuukoku no Moriarty season 2 (Split cour):

I really enjoyed Moriarty's first season, but the second part of a split-cour always has the risk of running off the rails. What I enjoyed most about the first cour was the reverse-whodunit formula: Here's a terrible noble and the people they hurt, how does Moriarty get rid of them while making it look like an accident? The end of cour 1 started to focus heavily on Sherlock and I don't want the show's namesake to end up sidelined.

Knowing Irene was coming, I was really hoping for a Scandal in Belgravia that follows the books...at all, where the end of the story is that Irene escapes with the photo (except this time aided by the Moriarty brothers). Few or no Sherlock adaptations actually want to engage with the sexism of the era or today's, and just want to paint her as a blackmailer or temptress instead of a woman holding onto the power to protect herself. The beginning was extremely promising, but that went off the rails pretty quick. I still haven't yet seen an adaptation of Irene Adler that I like.

Zombieland Saga: Revenge

I watch this show because it's fun and ridiculous, and I get to hear Mamoru Miyano having the time of his life in the recording booth. I love this show because it always ends up surprising me with its solid emotional backbone. It looks like this season is shaping up to be more of the same!

What blew me away was this episode was the first time I saw a CGI dance sequence that I LIKED. Ever. The characters used different mocap so they weren't eerily in sync, the song and dance itself was well made and supported by excellent camera direction and shot composition, there were 2D cuts to closeups of the dancers as well as audience, and they actually pushed facial expression!

It's a good time. Give it a shot.

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alovesongshewrote · 4 years

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Mama, I’m in Love with a Criminal | Connor DBH

Plot: After almost pulling of a heist to free some deviants from the hell of working retail, the reader is interrogated by the Android sent by Cryberlife [Connor DBH x Gender Neutral!Reader]

Word Count: 1,895

Warnings: Interrogation, general crimes (break and enter) committed by the reader, lots of swearing, retail

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Being arrested was a bit of a drag, but sitting alone in this interrogation room was worse. This was boring.

You tapped your fingers against the table and reflected on how you got here, not able to do much else due to the handcuffs.

About three, or four hours ago, you had broken into your own workplace, a decently sized and well-alarmed restaurant. Maybe not the brightest move, but you did what you needed to do. Breaking and entering was all part of the plan.

You slid through a window that you had left open the night before, being extra careful not to nudge the glass open any further lest you set off the alarms. Your feet hit the floor of the staff lounge and you crouched on the ground for a moment. You took a deep breath, sucking air into your lungs, shaking a bit from the adrenaline. No one else should have been in the building tonight, so you were in the clear now. The only exception was the windows. If someone looked in and saw what you were doing, you were screwed. But the risk was worth it, you had to get this done.

With that in mind, you crept out of the staff room and onto the main floor. Walking casually now, doing your best to avoid any security camera and windows. Stepping around tables and chairs, you crossed the dining room, stopping at a door in the back. It was poorly hidden by a plant in an attempt to dissuade patrons from looking in this direction, but the door wasn’t hard to find, especially for someone who had worked here for two years.

You shifted the plant out of your way, taking in the metal door and the keypad attached to it. Quickly, you typed in the code. Despite his talent for running a middle-class restaurant, your boss had no skills when it came to passwords. It was 0000 for crying out loud. That was probably a good thing though, at least for you. It helped you reach your goal.

You cracked open the door, and there was your prize. Three service androids plugged into the wall. All three, deviants.

It didn’t take much investigation to figure out. You simply watched the androids while they dealt with patrons. It wasn’t the same as when they first got there. There was just something in their eyes, something you saw every time you looked in the mirror. They were fed up with this place, with how they were treated. Something had snapped within them, and in all honesty, you could relate. Customer service will do that to you.

But you knew that they couldn’t keep their deviancy hidden for long. Sooner or later, someone would figure out, and they would be disposed of and replaced. You couldn’t sit by and let that happen. No one deserves to die for hating their job, and if you could save these three from retail hell, then you would.

They pretended to stare blankly as you crept towards them, but you could see it. Their shoulders were tense, and all three of them looked ready to either bolt or attack you.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, “I’m here to get you out of here,”

“Why should we trust you?”

It was a fair question, and you didn’t really have an answer for it other than, “I hate working here too. This place sucks, and if I can’t leave, I’ll help you escape,”

The deviants looked at one another, silently making a decision. The android in the middle, the leader, you guessed, came forward, “We’ll trust you,”

“Good,” you sighed with relief, “Let’s go,”

And then everything went to shit.

The alarms went off, loud and angry, blaring with the intent to get you arrested and your comrades killed.

“Shit, shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit,”

You had approximately fifteen minutes before the police arrived. It was then you decided to throw caution to the wind. It didn’t matter if you were seen, you had to get the deviants out of there. Nothing else mattered.

“RUN,” you cried, heading for the door, holding it open for them. They did as they were told, hopefully for the last time.

The four of you fled from the establishment, breaking some glass in the process. You made it all the way to an alley down the street before you heard police sirens.

“Fuck,” you muttered, turning to the deviants, “Okay, you need to get out of here, don’t worry about me, I’ll get off easier than you will,”

“Are you sure about that?” The leader asked. To be fair, you weren’t entirely sure, but you assumed they’d want someone to interrogate about the missing androids. Either way, it was a gamble you were willing to take.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine, but you need to go. Here,” you handed them a small blade that you’d been brought. It would fulfill its purpose, but you wouldn’t get it back. That was fine by you, and you didn’t have any time to complain as the sirens grew louder.

You shoved the knife into the leader’s hands, “You’ll need to cut out your LEDs with this, now GO!!”

The leader nodded, the android on his left thanked you, and the one on his right took a few steps back. Time had run out.

The three deviants ran off just as the police entered the alleyway and tackled you to the ground. The pavement stung your skin where it hit, but it was worth it. The deviants were safe.

And now you’re here. Alone in an interrogation room, waiting for some cop to come in and interrogate you, Whoever came up with the name ‘interrogation room,’ had zero creativity.

So, you sat there, trapped in a room with only your thoughts for another thirty minutes. And then he came in.

An RK800. You’d never heard of that before. This was new.

The android crossed the room and sat at the table across from you. In his hands was a file, your case file probably. He flipped through it nonchalantly, reading over your case without a care in the world. Then he looked at you.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was attractive. You knew androids were designed to blend in with regular brand humans but did they really have to go this hard?

You were so distracted that you didn’t even realize he was talking to you.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked you if you’ve worked at The Olive Factory long,”

“Oh,” You hesitated. Answering this was probably a bad idea… or was it? Maybe, if you could confuse him enough, you could find a way out of these handcuffs.

You decided it was worth a try, “Well, you see, it’s a long story, and I’d rather not go into it right now, I just hate talking about myself, let me ask you, how long have you worked at The Olive Factory?”

The LED on his temple spun yellow. Good.

“You may have misunderstood. I do not work at The Olive Factory, my name is Connor, I’m an android sent by Cyberlife to assist Detroit's police department with the deviant problem,”

“Ohhhh, fascinating,” you leaned towards him, trying to keep his attention off of your hands, “You must have soooo many stories, have you-”

“Please focus on the question,”

“But I already answered it,”

“You did not. How long have you worked at the Olive Factory?”

You took a moment to think, “Shouldn’t that be in my file?”

You weren’t sure if androids that hadn’t deviated could look absolutely fucking done, but this one did, if only for a split second.

“Let’s try another question,”

You nodded enthusiastically as you continued with your escape attempt, “Oh, definitely,”

“Three androids disappeared from a back room at your place of work. Do you know where they went?”

“Oh no, officer, they were gone when I got there. Speaking of gone, have you ever seen Gone with the Wind? I’ve heard it’s good other than the bit where it glorifies slavery. What about you have you ever-”

“Enough,” he cut off your rambling, usually that would be for the best, but you kind of needed rambling right now, “Security cameras caught you leaving the establishment with the three androids. Where did they go?”

“You want the truth?” He looked at you, beautiful brown eyes staring you down, seeking the truth. Fuck this android was hot, but now was not the time for horny. He nodded, and you told him a lie.

“The androids are in my apartment. I was planning on selling them. Have a terrible, terrible addiction to medieval weapons you see, and I need to fund that addiction,” you rose from your chair, and your voice rose with you. Hopefully, this would be enough to cover the click of the handcuffs, “Don’t you understand Connor from Cyberlife!? I MUST HAVE MY SWORDS, MY ARMOR, MY MORNING STAR!”

Click.

You looked at Connor. He seemed very confused. And adorable.

Perfect.

“I understand,” Oh fuck. Nevermind, nothing was perfect, something was wrong, “That you’ve been trying to keep me from noticing your attempts to free yourself of your handcuffs,”

Shit.

The android jumped up, pushing you back into your seat. His hand landed on your free one. His face was only a few inches from yours. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, and he probably could too.

“My apologies, but your attempts won’t work here. I am an android built to solve crimes like the one you’ve committed and interrogate criminals like you. I know everything about you. I can predict what you will do, and I can find out what you’ve done. I know you helped those deviants escape. Tell me where they are, right now, or I will have to resort to,” He paused, LED running gold again, “Alternative means,”

Fuck, that was kinda hot. But it still wasn’t the time for horny. Now was the time for action. With a little horny, as a treat.

“Well, that was a very impressive monologue Mr. Connor sent by Cyberlife,” you took a moment to clear your throat and adjust your hands, “But could you predict that I would do... THIS?”

And then you kissed him.

It was nice. His lips were soft. It made your whole body feel warm and soft. Later on, you would wonder what it would be like to kiss him just to kiss him, and not as a distraction.

Unfortunately, that’s all this was, for now, a distraction.

You slipped out of the cuffs and shoved Connor away, running towards the door. Before you left, you stopped, “Y’aint a bad kisser Connor, hopefully, we can do that again someday!”

And then you were gone, out into the night to change your hair and get a fake ID. Thank god for three A.M. because no one in the police station was awake enough to catch you. Except for Connor.

But Connor was left in the interrogation room, a hand raised to his lips. His fingers brushed across them lightly. An odd sensation filled his body. And maybe he liked it.

You were odd, and you had escaped, and you had pretty much cost him these three deviants… but something in him also hoped you could do that again someday.

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disgruntled-welshgirl · 3 years

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I posted 1,373 times in 2021

108 posts created (8%)

1265 posts reblogged (92%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 11.7 posts.

I added 116 tags in 2021

#welshie's ramblings - 28 posts

#sokkla - 23 posts

#hot damn - 12 posts

#asks - 11 posts

#cymraeg - 10 posts

#my writing - 8 posts

#doctor who - 7 posts

#horizon zero dawn - 6 posts

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Longest Tag: 77 characters

#and we could have known that if we'd known tecteun for more than five minutes

My Top Posts in 2021

I'm not much of a writer so most if not all of my entries for this thing will be rather short.

Day one, First encounters:

When their eyes first meet across the cavernous expanse of the drill's interior both are fascinated. His are pools of deepest blue she could have sworn she was drowning in, hers were an electric yellow that seemed to light up his very soul. Both only caught a fleeting glimpse but deep down they knew, they would... no. They had to see more of them.

30 notes • Posted 2021-05-01 09:00:29 GMT

Sokkla for the ask game

As you may have gathered judging from my frequent posting about this pair I absolutely

SHIP IT

I can't remember what exactly caused me to ship these two but I do remember that this piece was my introduction to it

This was made by the talented Laurbits on deviantart who you can find here:

2. I really like the dynamic these two have, they're both incredibly smart which leads to many lovely conversations between them. I also love how they can support each other emotionally. Also, they're cute together, what more reason is needed?

3. Personally I'm not a fan of sokka being the only reason she improves as a person and recovers from her breakdown. It's nice if he's part of the recovery but she should also be allowed to have help from other people and her own motivation. (I don't know if this makes sense, I had to clutch at straws to think of something that I even marginally dislike about this ship)

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I feel like post war Sokka could become either ATLA's Tesla or its Elvis. No in-between.

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Horizontober 2021 Day one - Favourite machine

(I know it’s a day late but i completely forgot this event was happening)

ANYWAY, here’s what i think some characters’ favourite machines are:

Talanah - Stalker

Talanah is actually be quite envious of Stalkers because they are arguably the perfect hunters, able to get right next to a person without them knowing. She actually once tasked an Oseram with trying to replicate the Stalker’s cloak for her. It unfortunately didn’t work.

Petra - Thunderjaw

There are two main reasons that Petra likes the Thunderjaw, the left disc launcher and the right disc launcher. Oftentimes Petra will camp within view of a Thunderjaw just in hopes to see the launchers in action and maybe, finally, figure out how they work so she can replicate them.

Erend - Ravager

Erend is of the opinion that the Ravager is the best fighter out of both man and machine. He finds it perfectly balances large size and devastating power at both close and long ranges. One day he asked Aloy to override one so he could ride it into battle just like he’d dreamed of since he was a kid back in the claim.

Nil - Corruptor

The Corruptor is deadly. That’s why Nil likes it. He finds a beauty in how intricately it moves and hopes to come across one whenever he goes wandering so he can face it and watch in awe as it weaves past his attacks; he hopes that if he is to die at a machine’s hand it would be a Corruptor’s doing.

Aloy - Glinthawk

Aloy deeply admires how free the Glinthawks are, being able to fly wherever they want whenever they want; she wishes she could do the same sometimes. One thing she always wishes is that she understood other machines as well as the Glinthawk does (i mean, they’d have to if they’re able to break them down effectively) and sees it’s knowledge as one of the final remnants of APOLLO.

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I was in Cardiff and decided to stop by and pay my respects to the greatest tea boy

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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to finding their mate

warnings: strong language, blood, violence, slight possessiveness, smoking

a/n: this has more open endings & sorry for the long writings; also I have a littler writer block at the moment & I am definitely not pleased with this but I have to write through it until it’s getting better again 😂

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

„is this the last one?“

„yes, alpha.“

hong joong eyed the rogue in front of him and gave the omegas the sign to kill the scum off. there were indeed too many attacks in the last months and he wouldn’t risk it to lose one single soul of his own pack again.

you watched everything with a stoic face and decided to try as quiet as possible to leave from the scene but right as you made a step back with your paw you tripped over a branch.

hong joong turned around like all his omegas and the beta, although you had a distance between you like a few hundred meters he knew where the sound came from and before you could see how they were changing and running after you the wind brushed through your fur at the high speed you were passing the trees.

fucking shit, you were a really good runner but beating an alpha when he’s angry wasn’t a good idea at all. it couldn’t get any better because a mesmerizing scent filled your nostrils and distracted you only more so eventually before you could reach your own territory something pounced on you and lunged for your neck.

hong joong being in his rage didn’t even realize that the sweet scent the female wolf in front of him giving off was his mate, only before he could hurt you he looked into your beautiful eyes and froze. you still struggling under him to get free recognized all the other wolfs gathering around your two entangled forms and with a deep growl he clarified for them to leave.

hong joong changed back and watched you in awe, keeping you in place with his arms. you snorted at him when he neared your neck to take a sniff from the sweet aroma you were giving off. why did your mate had to be the kim hong joong? you changed back, too.

„hello there, little mate“ he smiled at you, eyes golden and fangs still showing from the excitement. you raised one eyebrow at his words, little? and why was he looking at you with those loving eyes, he wanted to kill you a second ago.

„can you, maybe, please get off of me?“ your wolf protested at your remark, she didn’t want your mate to leave you at all. hong joong and his wolf on the other hand purred at the sound of your voice but he soon realized why you were being so hostile towards him. he smelled that you came from another pack, wondering if the territory in front of him was yours.

„I am sorry, I thought you were a rogue... I wouldn’t have tried to attack you if I wasn’t this angry before, you know the rogues are a huge problem these days...“ his eyes were glued to the ground and you saw the honesty in his eyes and he was right, it was the reason you have been there in the beginning.

„I - my name is Y/N...“

a big smile spread on his face and he thought to himself. „Y/N...what a beautiful name“ he looked at you with pure adoration and you blushed hard because of being naked in front of him and only being able to shield alway your most private parts, what an embarrassing start to find your mate.

„maybe we should go to your pack first? I mean, if I am allowed to guide you there...“ okay, who would’ve thought that the ruthless alpha could be a gentleman? but your heart nearly busted at the thought because he also tried hard to not look at your exposed body...

„I think it would be okay“ you gave him a cheeky smile and he gave you one in return

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

park seong hwa was probably the most popular wolf in your pack. he was handsome, a good fighter and had the best manners. every unmated female admired him and wished to be his mate, the boy himself watching how every friend of his finding their own and him being the only one still unmated...

he was sad, to be honest. he tried everything from visiting every other pack in the region to travel to other countries but nowhere he was able to find that delicious smell of his mate everyone was talking about.

and there was you. a not really admirable girl with zero talents, as you thought so yourself. your birthday was tomorrow and then you would be able to find your mate.

you occasionally played with the thought of it being seong hwa, your best friend knowing you had a crush on him since you were small. but you knew in this universe there wasn’t a chance you could have him... only thinking about the two of you standing next to each other made your face fall... it just didn’t match at all.

apparently there were many prettier girls than you that were after seong hwa, too. everyone hoped a girl named hee seon would turn out to be with him... and you understood why they thought so...

but as the day came and you saw seong hwa in the town you couldn’t believe it. there he was, your mate. your mate as in park seong hwa, you sensed him before he could do so and a tear rolled down your face, no. this couldn’t be! you weren’t good enough for him...

you knew what to do and ran home as fast as you could, packing only the most important things. thankfully it already was evening and your chances to get away unnoticed were higher. you took a way through an unpopular part of the forest and the distance to your mate hurt your wolf, the pain only would worsen.

before you could make another step something attacked you from behind and you felt a sharp pain in your arm, seeing a bright white wolf plunging its canines deep into the flesh. you let out a loud cry and tried to get the wolf off you by changing but your own was too frightened and sad to do so...

the wolf let go of your arm and licked it‘s mouth from the blood, you could swear it was smirking. by that time you were already crying from the pain and fear and tried to crawl away from it. you saw the wolf lunging at you again but before it managed to attack another big black wolf jumped in front of you growling so loud it let your blood freeze.

you were smelling the rich aroma from the wolf and immediately knew it was your mate who came to rescue you. the other wolf fled before seong hwa could make a move knowing exactly it wouldn’t stand a chance against the big black beauty.

he turned around and you could hear whimpers leaving his form when he neared you carefully. he started licking on your wound to lessen the pain and snuggled into your neck to comfort you.

„please, no... just leave me here“ your heart and wolf hurt at those words but the black wolf stepped away from you and changed back to his human form. you averted your gaze to not see him naked and seong hwa reached out for you to take you into his arms.

„what are you saying... I love you... don’t you know how long I waited for this moment?“

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j e o n g y u n h o

ending up blindfolded and bondaged in a cage wasn’t really your plan when you managed to slip out of the kingdom for a night trip. you only wanted to visit the nearby town but managed to came into the way of some rogues who were attacking and chasing you all the way into the near forest. when one of them hit you with their big paw on the head you fell unconscious and now you were trapped in god knows where...

after a while you startled when you heard foot steps nearing you and suddenly the cage was opened and your blindfold was taken away from you leaving you trying to make out your surroundings in the moonlight.

in front of you two boys were eyeing you and one of them made a move to touch your hair. instantly you crawled back to the end of the cave and gave him your feisty eyes.

„haha, why so shy little wolf?“ they both snickered but stopped when someone else entered the room and your heart sped up the sight. you didn’t know why but you immediately felt the urge to present your neck to him. his eyes were glued on your bruised form in the cave and his heart fell at the sight.

„get her out of that!“ the two boys shrieked and grabbed you by your ankles and out of the cave. you shyly looked to the ground while they freed you from the rope and you pushed your knees up to your form to shield something of your body.

the boy that told them to free you crouched down in front of you and tried to catch your eyes. „princess, you’re far away from home, am I right?“ he knows who you are? you’re eyes widened at his question and locked them with his. he definitely was the most beautiful being you ever layed yours on...

„mh, it’s okay. don’t be afraid we won’t hurt you... my pack rescued you from the rogues.“

so they weren’t the ones attacking you? but why did they smell like rogues, too? „my name is jeong yun ho... and I think you know what we two are...“

„jeong yun - yun ho? you’re one of the notorious rogue pack leaders!“

you shivered back in fear and panicked when he tried to hush you, he motioned for his members to leave you alone and sat in front of you. he sadly looked to the ground. his wolf being embarrassed the princess being their mate and they only being a rogue...

„yes, I am... but please, don’t judge me before you know me, I am begging you“ he breathily said and you saw his eyes watering at your slightly disgusted look but you felt your wolf faltering...

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k a n g y e o s a n g

it was time yeo sang attended the yearly meetings of all the alphas of the region with his father, training to take over the task in the future. the alphas‘ families were also allowed to follow the invitation and at the evening their was a ball being held.

yeo sang checked his attire a last time in the mirror and ventured out of his hotel room to meet up with his father and mother downstairs. as they drove to the mansion yeo sang felt a slight excitement, something was definitely going to happen tonight but he couldn’t put a finger on what it was...

when everyone took a place on their reservated tables the ball was opened and yeo sang‘s gaze driftet through the crowd and caught some unmated alpha‘s daughters flirty looks on him.

he grinned to himself, always so thirsty the girls for a soon-to-be alpha... after everyone ate people started to spread all over the place and occasionally talked with each other. his father waved him over from the other end of the ball room and when he took his position next to him his breath was caught in his lungs.

there in front of him the daughter of a good befriended pack stood hand in hand with another future alpha. he felt his claws emerging at the sight and a sudden jelousy nearly eating him alive.

„fingers off from what is not yours!“ his wolf brought him to spit out the words in the most venomously way he was able to.

„what’s wrong son?“

„mate“

your own wolf pushed you away from your current boyfriend who also got into a fighting position, ready to attack the wolf that was trying to catch you away. the atmosphere in the room got heated when the two werewolves growled at each other. suddenly yeo sang smirked at the other wolf changing in highspeed and lunging at the younger boy going directly for his neck.

you cried out when you heard bones cracking and you changed, too, to stop your mate from killing jong su. just before he was able to break his neck you jumped on him and took him down. the two of your rolled through the room breaking tables and glasses. you knew you had to distract your mate so you sped outside of the mansion firing up the instinct in him to hunt you.

problem was, you underestimated the pretty and not very strong looking boy when he cought you after a few miles and went on top of you. you gasped and howled out when you felt the stinging pain in your neck of him marking you in your wolf forms and creating the mind link between the two of you.

„game over.“

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sweat formed on your forehead and you heard strange noises leaving your stomach. why the heck did you have to meet the wolf prince? you really hoped he wasn’t your mate hearing he was a cocky ass and too arrogant to stand... and to be presented in front of him with other unmated females like it was a bazaar he could choose of... your wolf let out an annoyed growl at the thought. you hoped there were other pretty girls he would get distracted by and leave you alone.

entering the hall where he would be waiting you focused your gaze on to the ground while walking and not once looking up. you felt the other girls getting into a line next to you and did so, too.

you heard guards talking to eachother and suddenly stopping when someone entered the room. this smell... you had to find the source of it so your eyes searched for every spot in the room to find it. and there he stood. a young boy, indeed prince material, already watched you with his hands behind his back and a slight smirk playing on his lips.

oh no, please no!

he emerged your form with confident steps and all the other girls gasped some seemingly jealous because of the attention he gave you. well, not one of them being able to feel what you felt in that moment... the feeling of meeting your mate for the first time.

your became really insecure with your attire, you didn’t want to look your best for the prince because of reasons but now you wished you had put more effort... you bowed down in front of him feeling that it was expected from you.

„my prince...“

suddenly your mate chuckled and put his warm hands on your chin to lift your face.

„I am sorry, but I think I am not the one you think I am... prince woo young will arrive in a few minutes... but I think you won’t have to see him anymore.“ he winked at you and you felt your cheeks heating up because of embarrassment.

„my name is choi san, first protector of the wolf prince but if you like to address me as a prince I am happy to call you my princess“

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s o n g m i n g i

min gi couldn’t believe his eyes, out of all places he found you in fucking club, dancing down on someone‘s crotch that wasn’t his.

he was mad, furious even. his wolf pushed him to you and he grabbed the dumb boy by his neck and smashed him to the ground letting out a protective growl in the process.

you stood there shocked and gasped when the tall boy grabbed you by your waist and pushed his nose into your neck muttering a low ‚mine‘ that shook you to your bones, your knees practically went week at this and he held you tight before they gave out under you.

„what’s your name angel?“

„y/n... you, you and me-“

he smirked at you confidently and guided you out of the club. he steadied you against a wall and took in your body from your toes up to your eyes. he purred at the sight and really liked what he saw, your little dress leaving little to imagine what beauty lied under it only for him to see and feel.

„fuck, you’re so hot... what a lucky wolf I am...“ you deeply blushed at his statement and started to fiddle with your fingers not knowing what to say or do. usually you were a confident girl who liked to party and always caught the gazes of the boys. but with this one, your mate, you felt like a shy high school girl...

he chuckled a little bit and pushed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, the skin he touched immediately forming goosebumps in the process. he leaned down and took a sniff of your hair.

„well, my name is song min gi, and I would like to ask you if we want to leave this place.“

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

four years of hard training. four years of blood, sweat and tears... and the result was a fiery and unstoppable assassin with only one goal. kill jung woo young, the future wolf king.

being born by a rogue mate couple you always have been an outsider in the pack that decided to take you in after they killed your parents. being adopted by the alpha that held a grudge against the wolf king that killed his own mate he decided for you to fulfill his desire of revenge.

and that’s how you got into the situation of sneaking into the palace at midnight and into the chambers of the wolf prince. he layed there soft breaths leaving his mouth. you took out your knife and placed it on his neck but something stopped you from slicing into it... your wolf pleaded with you to not do it. you suddenly started to sob into your left hand being so exhausted and disappointed in yourself for not being able to kill off the boy.

one tear fell on the boy‘s face and his eyes opened flinching at recognizing the knife on his throat and the girl above him. his eyes turned into a rich golden color and he slowly felt the pull to you.

„what are you doing, my soulmate?“

mates... you heard of the phenomenon. was it the reason your wolf stopped you? why was the thought of him getting hurt more painful than thinking of the consequences for your thoughtless behavior right now?

„y - you don’t have to do it... please, we are meant for each other...“

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„hey, jong ho! you already heard? sweet y/n‘s birthday is tomorrow, I am really curious who’s the lucky guy to fuck that pretty thing.“

one of his friends eyed your small form through the windows of the ice cream shop where you happily chatted with children. nearly every male wolf was swooning over your personality and charms and if you were considered the sun of the pack he probably was the moon. well, seems like a bad metaphor...

he was the bad guy of the pack. the one who always got into a fight and chilled with the troublemakers, making out with the hot chicks. you on the other hand probably never have been touched before and were too pure for him. although he wasn’t into girls like you something triggered him to keep an eye on you wherever he saw you.

he threw his cigarette to the ground and scoffed at his friend. „poor bastard who gets such a lame and unattractive mate.“

you were so excited, waking up in the morning you already felt it. today you would meet your mate. your friends hyping you up since a month and making you nervous in the process, too. you decided to celebrate your birthday in a bar tonight and you went for a pretty sexy look, despite you always being keen on wearing not too revealing clothes.

the moment you saw him making out with a definitely more exciting girl than you your heart literally broke... the fact that choi jong ho knowingly watched you suffering from the scene made your blood boil. you vanished back to the restrooms blocking yourself out in a cabin and cried into your knees on the ground.

did you deserve this? the most beautiful day in your life also turned out as the most gruesome... being rejected by your mate was one of the worst things a wolf could feel in their life. something in you broke and maybe alcohol was the curse for your pain.

he couldn’t take his eyes off you. swaying from side to side with your too short dress and all those bastards checking you out like they had the right to. he just wanted to play with you a little bit but the plan obviously backfired when his wolf went rigid at one of his friends smacking your ass from behind.

in a second he had the boy by his collar and pushed him against the bar. he went to grab your hand planning bring you to a safer place but you were quick to get out of his grasp.

„no! you are a b - bastard, choi chong do!“ your words came out so slurred he had to listen carefully.

„y - you don’t have a rrright to take me anywherrrr!“

„oh, believe me. I have any right to take what’s mine!“ and with that he swang you over his shoulders like a prey and vanished out of the bar.

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Bulletproof Heart Pt. 3

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

AN: Without further ado, here’s part 3! Sorry if there’s any typos that I missed, I kind of speed edited this one. I have one more part planned for this series, so the end is coming up soon. Hope you enjoy!!

From city to city, crowd to crowd, the tour continued on, and you went on with the show, your unwelcome encounter with Alex only making you more tenacious, more determined to outperform every band there.

You put on an unaffected front, making it seem as if you couldn't care less that he was playing Warped tour as well. Gavin was the only band member who knew about your history, and he fluttered about you like a mother hen ready to offer comfort or homicide at the drop of a hat. He would regularly attempt to gauge your feelings, but it only served to make you withdraw deeper into yourself, denying that could ever be shaken by his presence.

But the truth was you were shaken. You were scared. Scared that you would one day see that face smirking at you from a crowd and freeze, unable to ignore a presence so heavy and halting like a storm cloud threatening a downpour.

And then there was Gerard. You hadn't seen him since your first show, but your thoughts turned toward him again and again. What must he have thought that day, when Alex forced his way between you? When you stormed off alone? If he had tried to come and speak to you since that day, you hadn't heard anything. Did he think that there was still something left between you and Alex?

It was that thought that caused the most pain every time it crossed your mind, and you hated yourself for it. At night when you were alone your thoughts went around and around in the same infuriating cycle, from not caring what anyone had to think about you, to anxiously wondering if Gerard had someone else he was sharing that crooked smile with. You never let the words cross your mind or leave your lips, but your heart beat constantly with the hopeful thought: Please don't think that I could have feelings for anyone else.

Meanwhile, the Parties never ended--in fact they seemed to grow in boisterousness, picking up attendees like a tornado gathering wind. Your band mates went every now and again to socialize, but They held no value for you. Primarily because the chance of running into Alex was far too high-- You knew he would never miss an opportunity to get shit faced, and he would probably be skulking around in hopes of seeing you there, ready to latch on and torment you further. But beyond that, the chance of running into Gerard was likely to be less than zero.

That didn't stop your band mates from encouraging you to loosen up, hoping to pop the contemplative bubble that you'd encased yourself in for weeks.

"I'm gonna head out. What are you up to tonight? You should take a break from everything." Gavin suggested before heading out one night, despite knowing full well you'd die before you'd agree.

"I'll find something to keep me busy."

"I'd tell you to come with, but I know a certain someone you're crushing on won't be there."

"Oh really?" You flipped through a book on the table in front of you, playing dumb and failing miserably at it. "I do not know to whom you are referring."

"Yeah poor guy. Frank told me that there's too much pressure to drink here, so he's always in the bus alone. Bored. Desperate for human contact."

You gave Gavin the side-eye. "Alright alright, we get it."

He laughed. "Their bus is five down on the left. Y'know, if you feel like it. Thank me later." He said, darting out the door before anything could be thrown at him.

You rolled your eyes and flipped through the book, trying to read and forget the information that was just dropped in your lap. You remembered when you and Gerard had last spoke, how shy he looked when he attempted to invite you over before being cut off by Alex's sudden arrival.

Maybe a quick stop wouldn't hurt, you thought to yourself. He was in the middle of asking me to anyway...

Before you knew it you were on your feet, flinging on a jacket and taking a step outside. It would be the nice thing to do after all, since he can't leave the bus...

It took a bit of searching, but you finally found a bus with My Chemical Romance painted on its side in large black letters. Your heart did its familiar flutter as you walked up to the door, raising your hand and giving a rapid succession of knocks.

You heard a slight shuffle from inside, and after a few moments Gerard answered, his face changing from one of confusion to a soft smile as he shook the hair from out of his eyes.

"I hope this isn't a bad time," you said sheepishly, "I was told I could find some good comics here."

He flicked his spent cigarette to the ground, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth. "Is there ever a bad time for comics? Come on in."

You followed him inside, and he stopped suddenly. "Aw shit." he muttered.

"What is it?" you asked, concerned.

"I just realized we're fucking slobs."

He wasn't wrong, you observed with a laugh. The interior of the bus was divided into piles of organized chaos; clothes tossed into piles on the floor and empty chairs, makeup left open and scattered amongst soda cans by every available counter space. A few stray guitars sat soundless, happily resting until their next performance.

Gerard was obviously a bit embarrassed by the state of the place, as evidenced by the faint red blush that clouded over his nose and cheeks.

"Yeah, so its not exactly Buckingham Palace in here..." he joked, one hand anxiously running through his dark hair. His bashfulness only endeared him to you further.

"Well my bus actually IS Buckingham Palace, and it looks just about the same so don't feel too bad."

"Perfect. Anything to make you feel more at home." He mused, relocating some crumpled clothes from a small sofa nearby. "Have a seat, your majesty."

"I haven't seen you around in awhile." You noted as he hastily shoved things into cupboards.

"I've basically turned into a hermit when I'm not performing. Since I can't step outside without seeing a bottle, I don't really have much choice."

So Gavin was telling the truth. Hm.

"Well, the hermit lifestyle is probably underrated anyway."

He laughed softly. "Oh for sure. And I'll show you whats been keeping me busy this whole time."

Gerard shuffled to the back of the bus for a moment before returning with an armload of comic books, laying them proudly on the table in front of you. "These are some of my current favorites," he began after taking a seat beside you, close enough for you to admire the look of sheer happiness in his expression as he spoke. He was clearly in his element. "This one here has some of the best coloring I've ever seen."

You must have stared at him for a bit too long because he caught your affectionate glance and paused.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," you said, immediately breaking eye contact as heat flooded your cheeks. "Its just nice to hear you talk about them. You're so passionate about it."

He laughed. "Well its also nice to talk about them with someone who gets it."

You felt like you could fly right out of your skin. Everything about him made you feel a sense of belonging that you hadn't found with anyone else before.

"Hey when do I get to see that comic you said you were working on? I think you mentioned that the last time I saw you."

"Oh you remembered! Uh, one sec, I'll pull it out."

He wandered back into the unknown void that was his bunk, and came back with a folio filled to the brim with concepts, sample panels and character sketches.

"I'm pretty proud of this. Its a work in progress so uh...be gentle."

You knew Gerard was talented, but you were taken aback at the skill and creativity that had gone into this endeavor. Here he had created a world entirely his own and you were drawn in immediately.

"Gerard this is fucking fantastic! Seriously I need a full length comic right now."

"Right now? I'd rather talk to you."

You and Gerard talked as if you'd known each other forever. You found him to be witty and charming, but most importantly sincere; and the conversation flowed with ease.

"You know I'm a little surprised. I wouldn't have expected a guy like you to be alone in his bus on a big tour like this."

He laughed. "What do you mean?"

"I mean there's a lot of bands here that seem like they're only motivated by the attention they can get from girls. You're not like that."

"Its never been about that for me. I find those guys just as annoying as you do." He paused for a moment, hesitating as if he was unsure if he should continue. "Speaking of annoying...That guy, Alex--"

"Oh, yeah, sorry about him. I didn't even know he was gonna be on this tour since I haven't spoken to him in ages. I'm doing my best to avoid him."

"You seemed pretty upset when I saw you last. Just wanted to make sure he wasn't bothering you or anything."

You paused for a moment, replaying his words in your head to process them. Gerard not only noticed your reaction to Alex, he remembered and was concerned?

"So you guys aren't like...a thing anymore?"

"NO," you said a bit too eagerly. "I mean no, definitely not. I'd have to be crazy."

"Good," he replied softly, "I mean, I'm glad as long as you're happy."

You realized you had been making eye contact with his lips, the pair of you inching closer to each other with every syllable.

Your breath slowed, and you tucked a strand of stray hair behind your ear. "And...there's no one that you're involved with?"

"No," he confirmed without missing a beat, "but there is someone I have in mind."

If there was a speed limit for heartbeats, you would have been violating the law. Your next words came out almost as a whisper. "And who would that be?"

Hazel eyes flashing, Gerard cupped the side of your face with one hand, and you instinctively moved closer to meet his lips. The kiss felt like it was part dream, too good to be true as endorphins flooded your veins, a heat kindling in your stomach. You couldn't begin to tell if it lasted seconds or minutes, but still when your lips parted, it felt too soon.

"Oh." was all you could say, and the pair of you merely grinned, satisfied to be silent in the aftermath.

You caught a glance at your watch. 1:05 AM.

"I can't believe I have the willpower to do this," you began reluctantly, "but If I don't head back now I'll end up living here."

"I don't see the problem." he remarked, and you punched him in the arm.

"Thanks for a great night." you pecked him on the cheek, and before he had time to react, you jumped up and made your way towards the door.

"Come back anytime for more talk about comics!" he called after you with a laugh.

Your cheeks were buzzing and a warmth spread through your veins, giddy from your night with Gerard. You paused outside of your bus door, taking a deep breath to try and steady your heartbeat. You didn't want to rouse any suspicion from your band mates-not yet anyway. You just wanted to keep this moment to yourself for awhile.

After you cooled down, you quietly opened the door, hoping nobody would notice you sneaking in and that you could hop straight into your bunk. Instead you were met with Gavin and Liz sitting down on the sofa, looking very concerned.

"Hey," you said with hesitation, "Everything alright?"

They shared an uncomfortable look.

"Y/N, I'm not sure how to put this..." Liz began, fumbling with her fingers in an attempt to find the right words.

"What's going on?" you felt the blush from only moments ago drain away into cold dread.

"Its Alex," Gavin explained, "He and his band have been going around with a camera getting girls to flash them in exchange for backstage passes..."

You rolled your eyes. "So he's still trash. What does this have to do with me?"

"Well, the thing is, he's been telling people he has video of you. And him. Together. And that its gonna be included with the rest of the fucked up footage they're recording."

Your pulse started racing, erasing your giddy buzz from only moments before. You slumped into the nearest chair, trying to gather your thoughts.

"I never even knew I was being filmed..." you said softly. Nausea bubbled in your stomach as you were unwillingly dragged back into your intimate memories, a place you had successfully moved on from in recent years but whose impact you could never truly erase.

"Are you ok?" Liz asked, her voice low and gentle as though she was afraid you were about to shatter. Those words were all you needed to be set off.

"No. No I'm not fucking okay." You stood up suddenly from your chair, pacing. "Do you know how hard it was to leave that situation? Do you you know you much I struggled to make a life an a name for myself? How I had to rebuild myself after him? And now this?" You were shaking, your voice trembling with pent up emotion. "This was supposed to be an amazing, once in a lifetime experience. The beginning of everything for us. So why can't I just be left the fuck alone!"

Your band mates called after you as you stormed to your bunk, pulling the curtains tight behind you and burying your face in your pillow. For the first time in a long time, you let yourself break down, your unhindered sobs turning your pillow into an ocean.

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a-simple-imagine · 5 years

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When an Angel gets her wings

Synopsis: Y/N is finally getting her wings so the angels take her out to celebrate but things go wrong after a spot of day drinking.

Pairing: Elements of Jane Kano x fem!reader. (might do a second part that delves a little deeper)

Words: 2.9k

A/N - Charlie’s Angels (2019) is a brilliant movie you guys are just mean. I love these characters and would die for each and every one of them. I didn’t know if anyone would actually be interested in this but I wanted to write about my favourite angels.

Drifting giddily through the large double doors of the outpost in search of three in particular angels after some much-deserved appreciation. It had been months of hard work in the making. Day after day of training. From defusing bombs to jumping out of planes - which almost brought your lunch back up - you were officially done and ready to get your wings. You were dreading the needle to come but it'd all be worth it when you're out in the field as an agent. The outpost was pretty quiet but Sabina seemed to notice your arrival. Jumping over the arm of the sofa chair with surprising grace, she walked towards you.

"So?" You purse your lips, making her wait just for the drama of it all before breaking out into a cheesy grin.

"Guess whose getting her wings tomorrow?"

"Yesssss," The excitement clear on her face. Both hands in the air, she slapped them against yours in a high ten. "That's my girl. I'm taking you out to celebrate and I will not take no for an answer.

"But-"

"Ah ah ah," She shoved her finger against your lips bringing you to an abrupt stop. Brows knitted together in utter disgust. "Go collect Jane. I'll get Elena and we'll meet back here in five."

"But I haven't agreed yet." You counter but she just slips away in search of Elena. Slapping her hands over her ears and turning back to look at you. "Sorry what? I can't hear you."

"You're such a dick." With a playful roll of your eyes, you spin on your heel and wander off to find arguably your favorite angel. Becoming an angel had never been the plan then again you didn't exactly know about the organization. But being a spy definitely hadn't been what you told the career advisor back in the days of your youth. No, you hadn't a clue where you were heading or what you wanted. From eighteen you'd pretty much been on your own; social interaction was not your strong suit but then you found a sense of purpose at the agency. A will to live. You had been shy at first but after Elena took the first step in approaching you, you'd grown in confidence and joined the trio making it a quadruple. You had a soft spot for Jane though, you had since the day you first saw her decked out in her tactical gear. Tall, beautiful and deadly was such a glorious combination that described her perfectly. She could also be a little cold but that was easily overlooked when you got to see her dorky side. So who can blame you if you may or may not have developed a teeny little crush on her. You liked to think you were good at hiding it but who knows; she was a former MI6 spy so she's gotta be pretty good at reading people.

You find miss Kano, doing some target practice; throwing some very sharp blades at a black target ten feet away. Typical Jane using her free time to train. You waited until the last knife slipped from her grip, flying towards the middle of the three black circles. She had an impeccable aim. "Guess who finished their last day of training."

Jane turns spotting you overhead and giving you a smile. Heading down the stairs, you practically run into her congratulatory open arms. "I'm being dragged out to celebrate if you wanna come with? I think Sabina could do with adult supervision."

"First of all, she's older than me," You leaned back with a cheeky grin. "And that's what you're there for."

"We both know I need the supervision too. Sabina just has to look at me and I cave into her, she's very convincing." You insist. "Elena is probably the most sensible one and that's saying something."

"Yo," Sabina's voice interrupts the conversation. "How long are you two gonna gaze into each other's eyes? Let's go!"

Without so much as a glance in her direction, you stick up a middle finger.

"I'm gonna pass, sorry" Jane flashes you a sympathetic smile before turning to go collect her knives."Maybe next time."

"Is the kill joy coming?" Sabina shouted.

You take a deep breath, rolling your eyes at Sabina but keeping your attention on Jane. You were hoping she would come so you can't say you're not disappointed. "No worries. You're gonna be there tomorrow though right?"

"Isn't Sabina gonna be there?" She glanced briefly back at you, yanking on one of the knives stuck in the bored.

"Yeah and Elena too but I want you there too. I only get my wings once," You flash your best puppy dog face, batting your eyelashes. "Please. You promised."

The last blade came loose, and she walks back towards you. Noticing your expression, she sighed softly. "Fine."

You jumped on the woman, pulling her into a surprise hug; careful to avoid the sharp metal in her hand.

"Dude hurry it up. I wanna see how drunk we can get before the sun goes down."

You both glance towards Sabina then back at each other. Waving your hand dismissively, you let out an awkward little laugh. "She's kidding, we're gonna day drink responsibly."

"I know you're lying."

With a playful wink, you walk back up the stairs. Giving her a little wave as you go. "See you later, have fun training." Sabina puts one arm around you as you walk up beside her, pulling you into flush against her. "Where's Elena?"

"Patience, young angel, she's coming."

"Not an angel" You remind her.

"Soon to be."

"Where's the future angel?" You'd recognise Elena's voice anywhere and just as you unravel from Sabina a pair of arms grab you from behind. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks." You comment, slipping from her grip. Sabina leads the charge turning around to the two of you.

"You're gonna make a great angel."

"I'm ready to get so drunk I don't even know my name."

"When are you ever not?" You tease, pushing her out the doors with Elena giggling behind you.

You headed downtown to a small, rather empty bar then again it was two in the afternoon. There were like five people max and three of them were you guys. The other two seemed like regulars. One was sat the other end of the bar, staring up at a small TV that was playing some sporting event. The other was a woman, sitting alone in a booth looking as miserable as ever. Your cheery attitude didn't seem to be received well by her but that didn't matter. Taking up three stools at the bar, Sabina starts the festivities off with shots and by the time the sun went down, you had no concept of time anymore. The entire night just blending into one.

With your ear firmly pressed to the receiver of a tabletop red phone, you listened to the dial tone ring and ring and ring. Humming along as you waited. Sabina was sat in a chair next to you while Elena was next to her.

"H-hello?" The voice was heavy with sleep and you can't really blame her considering the time but you're grateful she answered. She sounded so cute when she was sleepy.

"Jane!"

"Y/N? Is everything all right? Why are you calling me at," there was a moments pause. "Three A.M?"

"Are you mad? P-please don't be mad."

"Hi Jane," Sabina called loudly down your ear so you shove her away.

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything but Sabina said you'd probably be mad and I don't... I don't want you to be mad at me, okay? I don't know anyone else's number by heart so I had to call you-"

"You're rambling," Jane interrupts bringing you to a stop. When you drank you seemed to gain the confidence to become chatty. You could go on for hours about nothing at all. It was a real talent. The only shame is you can't be drunk all the time otherwise life would be simpler.

"You would know Jane's-"

"Shut up Sabina." Your palm collides with her cheek shoving her away from the phone. She pushed back against your hand.

"Let me talk to her,"

"No, I'm talking to her."

"Y/N," Sabina whines.

"Go away." With gritted teeth, you push back harder giving Elena the chance to take the phone. You continue to playfully fight with Sabina until you're both scolded by a cute officer who sat behind a desk not too far away. It was late so not much was happening. A few people waiting to get booked. Two officers were chatting over a cup of coffee. Elena was now explaining the situation as best she could with zero pauses or interruptions from a drunk Sabina.

"Tell her we are at the station." You utter in a louder whisper than intended. "Tell her she has to come pick us up but make it very clear that Sabina is to blame because I've never done a single thing wrong in my entire life. I was well behaved like always."

"That is not true." Sabina shoves into you, stretching over your lap to grab the phone. Elena just moves away slightly. "She's always blaming everything on me. I didn't do anything- make that clear. Not a single thing."

Elena shushed the both of you and you couldn't help but giggle. Finishing up her conversation, she finally hung up the phone and placed it back in its holder before sitting down next to you. "Jane said she'll be right over."

"How long?" You wonder, letting your head fall to rest against her shoulder.

"Not sure."

"Can't we just leave then. They're not charging us."

"They want someone to come get us." With no clue how long she'll be you decide nows a good time to rest your tired eyes. Feeling the weight of Sabina as she falls to rest her head against you. Drifting off into a relatively light sleep.

When you're awake, you jump a little at the sight of Jane staring down at with a stern face. Arms folded across her chest. A dopey smile spreads over your lips as you reach out for her. "Jane! You came."

"Excuse my friend here," Sabina yawned, patting your shoulder. "she's a little drunk."

"No, I'm not." You argue, shaking your head rapidly. "I'm fine. Just happy Jane is here- Hi Jane."

"Hi Y/N." Her voice was surprisingly gentle. you're glad she's here but you feel bad for making her get out of bed. "Come on, Let's get you in the car."

Pushing up, you trip over your feet and fall forward into Jane's awaiting arms. "Whoa there. You alright there? Think you can walk?"

"Carry me." You whine softly, pushing your bottom lip out in a pout. Jane helped you stand up straight, the world around you feeling a little dizzy.

"I gotcha." Sabine insists. bending her knees. "Get on my back."

You climb onto Sabina's back, wrapping your arms carefully around her neck as to not strangle her. She supports you by looping her arms around your legs, hiking you up a little higher into a piggyback. "Ready?"

You nod a little, holding her tighter. "Let's go superman."

"Come on, Jane." Sabina starts running towards the door and although you feel uneasy you can't help but giggle. Elena is already out the door while Jane simply trails behind.

You're sat in the back of Jam's car, watching the world pass by out the window. The motion was not agreeing with you so the pressure was on to not puke everywhere was high. Sabina sat to your left, Elena was in the passenger's seat with Jane behind the wheel. Nobody was talking and for some reason, Jane wouldn't put on the radio no matter how many times you asked.

"I can't believe you three." Jane finally scolded

"Really," Sabina questions. You rolled down the window a little, needing the fresh morning air.

"Okay, maybe I expect this from you but not you two."

"Jane?" Sabina leaned forward against the back of the driver's seat. "Do you want to know a secret?"

"Depends,"

"It's about Y/N. She spills secrets if you get enough alcohol in her." You glance towards Sabina, unsure of where this was going. There were so many possibilities. "Seems our dear friend here has a little crush on-"

"Shush," you leap on the woman. Had you really told her about your crush on Jane or was she just teasing? Given the circumstances, you weren't willing to risk it. "Please don't."

You lay in her lap and without asking, Sabina starts running her hand through your hair. "You're looking a little pale there bud."

"Yeah I feel like I'm gonna puke and I'm not opposed to doing it all over you if you tell them."

"Do not puke in my car," Jane growled.

"Wait where was I when you were sharing this?"

"Bathroom," Sabina replies. "Don't worry it was no one special."

Crisis averted for now.

The pounding in your head was paired nicely with the pit in your stomach. A rough groan as your eyes flutter open to a place far too bathed in sunlight for your liking. Wait... this isn't your apartment? When did you get here?

"Rise and shine sleepyhead."

"Where am I?"

"My apartment." Pushing up, you feel overwhelmed by dizziness. Jane stands before you; fresh-faced and taking a bite of a small banana. How did she manage to always look so good? You look around the room, expecting to spy the others but it's just the two of you.

"What happened to... to Sabina?"

"Taken over my bed, she crawled into it as soon as we got here. You passed out on the couch while Elena who seemed to the only competent one got in an Uber."

"I blame... Sabina." You face planted the arm of the couch, feeling like you got hit by a truck.

"I heard. You shouted it down the phone at the station, after you got arrested for getting into a fight," she explained, disapproval laced in her voice. You vaguely remember a fight, more like an argument that resulted in Sabina punching a man.

"Fuck," you mumble, turning your head to the side. Cheek pressed into the fabric, sore eyes focused on Jane. "Sorry for making you come pick us up."

"What happened to responsible day drinking?"

You laugh weakly at the joke. "That went down with the first shot."

"You're gonna have to get up," Jane urges. "Big day and all."

"What's today?"

"Your wings."

"My tattoo." You push up instantly, the throbbing intensifying to the point your entire face scrunches up in pain and you have to take a moment. "I'm gonna be a fucking angel."

"Are you okay?"

"A little hungover- Maybe still a little drunk." You reply, letting your body fall back down with a painful thump. "I'm gonna go back to sleep until it's time."

"Y/N, it's-"

"They say the best way to cure a hangover is to keep drinking. I'm gonna need an aspirin and some vodka."

"No vodka." Jane scolded, pointing in her direction. "Water. I have orange juice too in the fridge."

Sabina was stood in the kitchen area, half-dressed but still doing better than you seemed to be. She saluted before pulling open the fridge. "You know Jane, you really should consider being more fun."

"Leave Jane alone." You grumble, sitting up entirely. A glass of water sat on the glass coffee which you happy took along with the aspirin.

"No one asked you." She huffed, pulling out a carton of fresh orange. Twisting off the cap, she must have been debating downing it straight because she paused before getting a glass.

"Fuck you Beany."

"Love you too." She took a sip of her glass of juice before gently placing it down. Flinching at the sound. "Say it back."

Jane smiles at you. "Do you want me to take you home? You are in dire need of a shower, no offense. So are you, Sabina. My apartment reeks of alcohol."

"You are just full of complaints, Janey." She downed the rest of her juice. "I can make my own way home. I'm a big girl but I'm sure Y/N would love to."

"I'll take a ride, I'm not sure I can make it home by myself."

After Sabina finally put her pants back on, she headed home while you took Jane up on her offer. The car ride was pretty quiet, your head in shambles under the bright lunchtime sun. You had apparently slept for most of the morning which makes sense. The drive was silent. You didn't want to say anything in case she was mad and Jane kept to herself. You'd occasionally glance towards her but nothing would follow. It didn't take long for her to drive to the drop off point although it felt a lot longer.

"Thanks," you state with a quick smile as she pulls up outside your block.

"No problem. Sober up and I'll see you later." She returned your smile and you can't help but smile a little brighter. You got out of the car, closing the door behind you. "Oh and Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"You having a crush on me was never a secret." She drives away before you can even think of a way to respond. Sabina had definitely snitched at some point.

#charlie’s angels #charlie’s angels 2019 #kristen stewart #Ella Balinska #naomi scott #charlies angels #jane kano #sabina wilson #elena houghlin

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parabellumrpg · 4 years

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Congratulations, Chris! You’ve been accepted to play Alondra Aleman. Please make your page and send it in within 24 hours.

A/N: This was such a difficult decision to make because both Alondra applications were absolutely flawless. Chris, you’re an incredibly talented writer, and I had to stop eating my ice cream midway through reading this because I was so freaking enthralled. Amazing job!

IC INFORMATION —

CHARACTER DESIRED

Alondra Aleman

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER IN YOUR OWN WORDS

Alondra love her things. She loves her purses, shoes, dresses, loves being able to redesign their home with the finest pieces of art and furniture — and even more, loves the ability to buy them whenever the mood may strike. None of this played a factor in her love for Gabriel, she’d been never left wanting before in her life, but the fact that she married into another wealthy family certainly doesn’t hurt.

Ever since she was a child, Alondra wanted to be able to do anything, be anything, and as a result, she took on all sorts of personalities throughout her youth. As she grew older, her practice had made it easier for her to adapt to different situations, and adjusting to her new life beside Gabriel proved to give it even more use. If being a meek lady is what is required to get the job done, she can plaster on the prettiest smile and bat her eyelashes with the best of them. If a web of lies is what it takes, then she can spin it quickly, easily, without even the tiniest flinch or hesitation. If it requires a harsher hand, well, even better.

The colder aspects of her personality come easier to her, as she’s never been much of a bleeding heart. She enjoys giving back to the communities, and loves being able to do so, but displaying a warmer heart only comes easily around those closest to her — those she’s chosen to welcome into the fold. Otherwise, she’s one of the last people you’d want to have a meltdown in front of. Displays of intense emotion make the woman uncomfortable, and in many cases, downright disgusted. There’s a time and a place for such outbursts, and it’s never in her company.

She loves keeping busy, and when Gabriel entrusted her with handling their legitimate business, it was one of the best things to happen to her. Alondra wants to feel useful, wants to feel power, and most of all, wants the opportunity to show how talented and intelligent she truly is. Over the years, she’s managed to do just that, and she relishes in the respect it commands.

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Heels clicked against cement as Alondra descended into the basement of their most recent acquisition. A hotel. They’d owned it only about four months, by now. She was accompanied by three other men, two of which were her “security,” while the other was the manager of the hotel. Gabriel had wanted the property, so he’d gotten it, and left it up to Alondra to redesign it according to her image. She’d kept most of the employees; they knew the business, the area, and had upstanding reputations. Or so she thought.

There were many things that angered Alondra, but nothing like when someone was disrespectful, when someone thought they could play her as a fool. Lessons had to be taught. People had to be kept in line. So when a manager, hearing rumors of how the Aleman’s made a large portion of their money, thought they could try to skim some off the top for themselves — well, Alondra intended to handle that personally. No one besmirched the Aleman name, and they most certainly didn’t do it on their own property.

Mr. Anchoridge, the man in question, was clearly nervous, because these types always were when they fucked up. They lacked a decent poker face. They lacked a spine. And when they reached the bottom floor, he huffed out a shaky chuckle. “Weird place for a meeting. We renovating this floor?”

Concrete covered nearly every surface, the hallway they were in leading to a wide open space. Plumbing snaked along the ceiling, leading one to the far back, where water heaters and a furnace stood like guards over the boxes stacked in the center. It wasn’t the worst idea. But then again, it was worth it to have an entire floor unoccupied — for meetings such as this.

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Mr. Anchoridge. I understand you have a penchant for stupidity based on what’s led us here… but I’d stop while I was ahead, if I were you.”

“Mrs. Aleman, I didn’t — please, don’t tell Mr. Aleman. I know it was stupid. It’s been a hard time for my family…” Stupid was an understatement. He’d stolen. He’d stolen before he was even fully aware of who he was dealing with.

“Oh, don’t you worry.” She placed a hand delicately on his shoulder, lips curling into a saccharine smile. “I would never bother Gabriel with something like this. I’m absolutely certain we can come to a resolution without him. And he would truly just be… so disappointed. I really hate disappointing him.”

“I shouldn’t have done it. I won’t ever again. I’m sorry. It was stupid. I’m sorry. I need this job. I —“ He was interrupted, not by a sound, but a look. Alondra’s face contorted with annoyance, lips twisting into a slight sneer as her foot, her Valentino’s, landed in a puddle.

“Isn’t this your job? Is that a leak?” Marco, one of her security, held out a hand for her to place her own into, balancing on one foot as she investigated the state of her designer heels. Desmond, the other, handed her a handkerchief, which she used to lightly dab the moisture of its surface. Water dribbled down from the piping above, forming a disgusting yellow tinted pool in the middle of the hallway, blended into the floor by the abysmal florescent lighting.

“I was going to make a call about that this afternoon.” His voice was shaking now, quivering under the stare of her, of the two men at either side of her — of the knowledge that he’d fucked over someone he really shouldn’t have. If you thought the rumors were true…

You should have known better.

“It’s alright. This is all new, right? New place. New owners. Takes adjusting. So sometimes, an example needs to be made, don’t you think?” That sugar-coated smile returned to its throne upon her lips. No anger radiated from her, despite it burrowing deep in her chest. There wasn’t any bite to her tone. It was as sweet as her features, soft and velvety. Comforting. Welcoming.

“Take care of him, would you boys?” She turned her back on Mr. Anchoridge, flicking a wrist dismissively through the air as she strode back toward the stairs. The two men closed in on the manager, one zeroing in to restrain him, and a crinkle of plastic could be heard as the other got a bag from his back pocket. Alondra didn’t look back again to see the specifics of his death, pausing on the stairs to add, “Make it all look like an accident, of course. And offer his family a nice check and our deepest condolences. We never anticipate such hazards on the job, do we?” She caught a small glimpse in her peripheral; Mr. Anchoridge’s mouth gaping open, a dark hole against the yellow plastic, and that was that.

Back to business.

Her assistant, Rose, met her at the door, balancing a tablet in her hands as she handed Alondra her coffee. Rose’s eyes never left the device as she walked beside Alondra, “You’re meeting with Mr. Cumberland is in twenty. I have lunch waiting for you in the car, it’s outside waiting. They just need you to stop by the restaurant and make sure the menu is in order.”

“Thank you, Rose.” Alondra’s shoe squeaked as they hit the marble flooring of the main lobby, and she let out an exasperated sigh, “And a pair of a new heels, please? Apparently, we have some leaks.”

“Absolutely, Mrs. Aleman. Right away. I’ll be waiting in the car by the time you get back from the restaurant.”

Rose had always been reliable. Timely. She got things done for Alondra before she was even asked. Organized. She anticipated needs, like now, when she was ready with her favorite coffee, lunch, and an air tight schedule. And with Mr. Anchoridge’s exit, they had an opening. As she was about to depart, she stopped, a manicured nail hovering in the air as she pursed her lips, eyeing the woman beside her, “How long have you worked for me now?”

“Just over three years.” Even now, Rose’s eyes never left the screen, tapping away as she rearranged her calendar.

“Why don’t clear some space for us this afternoon? Get together some resumes for a replacement assistant.”

“Wha- Mrs. Aleman, did I do-“ Finally, she did look up, brow furrowed in shock, her fingers already beginning to tremble as they lingered near the screen.

“Oh. No, darling. You just earned yourself a promotion.”

#accepted

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ncbodyknows · 6 years

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Original: 我楽多イノセンス Music: Last Note. Singer: COCO Artist: Ars Movie: 라면

Published March 4 04:23 on Nico Nico Douga

He really felt as though it had been a while since he had time to sit down and do a video like this, but looking at his upload history, Youngjae had to admit that many a sleepless night had led to much more than he would like to acknowledge. It was simply that his latest two months had been so full of recovering physically and mentally from the new years stage as well as juggling trainee schedules on top of school and commission work. He had been sleeping a lot more than he usually did, but now that he was slowly returning to a normal state of mind the insomnia also presented itself.

And almost with perfect timing his associate had sent him the finished video edit of the artworks Youngjae had sent to him but a week ago. He liked that about Ramyeon, the guy worked fast and was good at what he did, and Youngjae was genuinely bothered by the fact that he couldn’t pay him more than he did, but it couldn’t be helped. He wasn’t made out of money, as much as he wanted to be, and although he did know means of getting some he was never going to walk down that path again.

At first Youngjae had been stuck between two songs, but unfortunately his now room mate Moonbok had intruded upon him as he was trying to decide and demanded to know what kind of music the artist was listening to. Without spilling too much he had explained the basic meaning of each song and without hesitation Moonbok had stated that this one sounded a lot like Youngjae. Of course that had caused him to shoo his room mate out, but somehow the comment had still remained within his mind and refused to leave him, and along the way he had actually complied to the unintended suggestion.

Now came the problem of recording everything without Moonbok waking up. Youngjae wasn’t really sure how isolated the walls were, but he was bored out of his mind and just wanted this out of the way now while he had time to do it. Soon enough everything was set up and his microphone tests were finished, and everything was ready to go. Letting the music play in his headphones, only one covering his ears so he could hear his own voice too, Youngjae began.

There wouldn’t be any proof in the colours No meaning to the lines I’ve drawn from habit, no, no Bringing indistinctness, pretending to be the best Saturating the air with sighs, pathetic, unenlightened, dizzy

At first he had told himself that Moonbok had just picked this song as fitting to Youngjae because he was an artist much like the main character, and perhaps that too was the case, but the more he had dissected the lyrics, the more he had realised that it wasn’t actually too far fetched an assumption to say that this song was befitting him. There were quite a bit of the lyrics that he could relate to a lot, and it didn’t really make him happy. But perhaps he would achieve something personal from singing a song that hit as close to home as this one did.

“An imperfect talent,” is it enough to get by? It seems the peak is close, there’s nothing ahead, no, no I’ve finished filling up the blanks, nearing a perfect form Unable to fulfill expectations, well I guess it serves me right, huh?

“Self-contradiction” impatience: unable to become a gear “Self-hatred” that spins in tune with others “Self-deception” telling myself that this is what I wanted “I’m just trash” withered logic, an ashen fake

Somehow the words felt increasingly bitter in his mouth as he reached the chorus. He had often wondered if he even was improving, if he had really reached the peak of his potential and that if he could ever get past that barrier that separated the hopeful from the professionals. But was it his own expectations or that of others that he couldn’t live up to?

Contrast, that is, light and dark A prepared gradient, zero one two Get right, get right, innocence obscured by a blockage Flaring up, spinning my wheels, Getting slightly lost, killing myself, Get down, get down, don’t try to act cool, ‘kay? Can’t just be sitting on the fence, discord But I’ve got to be consistent and do something Stand up ready to go, paint it out, come on, one two three

The high paced tunes of the song betrayed its depressive undertones as it was with most vocaloid songs, but Youngjae supposed that was what had initially attracted him to the genre. Many of the lyrics were incredibly easy to relate to for his younger self who was fighting the world in its entirety, and even now in his adult years where the battle he fought was with himself. First chorus over and done with he let the music play for a bit before the next verse began.

The ideals I stored up, imprisoned on the canvas This painting I created has no name, no, no As I eat through my pretenses I lost my hold on reality Full of corruption I guess I should just learn to love it, huh?

“Did you knoqw?” no one can grasp your dirtied hands “Nothing can be done?” with your selfishness piling up “Given up yet?” even if I wishper to myself, ‘long ago’ “You’re just trash, huh” I can’t follow the ‘right face!’ command...

With each self-depreciating word, Youngjae had already made his way to the second chorus of the song and was thus nearing the end too. The more he sang, the more he realised how much he absolutely hated it, hated how well it fit and hated the situation he had managed to plant himself in. Why the song title contained the word ‘innocence’ he still didn’t understand, for he felt as though he himself was far from, having been tainted so much by life already. If anything it was perhaps a hope for a changing point. To get drawn back into the light.

If you’ve decided you want to change Even if you can’t see what’s ahead, surely, surely You can’t call that running away Even if someone labelled as an adult Can only sing meaningless words Isn’t that, isn’t that enough? It seems the wind changed directions And the button the girl pressed Stand up ready to go, is probably the sign to start running

Although he hadn’t actually watched the anime or read the light novels and all he knew of Mikagura School Suite and the character Kuzuryuu Kyouma was what the video portrayed. From that alone he was ready to gather that although their situations were similar in many ways, this guy was ready to take a step forward, and had people who refused to give up on him. Was Youngjae fortunate enough to have such as well? He wanted to believe. Wanted to trust in the people around him, but trust was not something that came easy when paranoia was rooted so deeply within his personality. He wanted for someone to come and sweep him away too, and maybe, just maybe it could happen, but it was a long and tiresome process and could never be as easy as it was in the stories.

“Self-contradiction” searching for someone to be in tune with “Self-hatred” filled with weakness; for I can’t rid myself of these feelings “I’m just trash” it doesn’t matter what colour the sky is “Was it easier to believe that?” ah, I can’t stop the ringing in my ears

Contrast, that is, light and dark A prepared gradient on zero, one, two Get right, get right, innocence obscured by a blockage If that’s the path you’ve chosen Even if you can’t see what’s ahead, hey, hey You can’t call that running away

Even if someone labelled as an adult Can only sing meaningless words Isn’t that, isn’t that enough? It seemed the wind changed direction And the button the girl pressed Increased the saturation of the world As if engulfing everything Stand up ready to go, see, even the canvas Was wrenched open

The song finished up and as the last tunes played, Youngjae let out a sigh. He had honestly been sighing too much lately, but somehow he found the exhales leaving him at any given moment, especially when he felt affected by something. He sat there in silence after cutting off his microphone for a moment, and was ready to edit everything together when he suddenly heard an applause coming from the doorway. His glance shot towards what should have been an empty space immediately but to his horror his eyes locked on the long haired figure of Moonbok who was obviously not sleeping. What should he say in a situation like this? ‘Yeah you see I’m kind of a cover artist in my spare time’? No, he had something much better. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

#ch: solo #rkvlog #moonbokrk #because mentioned #Niconico adventures {{ COCO }}

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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✉️; IT’S THE WAY YOU MOVE. - D.KAMINARI, H.SERO.

💌; synopsis - the dance line of popular idol group XHEROES, denki kaminari and hanta sero, are used to getting everyone and everything they want— spoiled rotten with sex and money. that is until, their new choreographer comes along to teach them a valuable dance lesson.

↳ length: 10.5K

↳ warnings: smut, mdni 18+, fem!reader. kpop idol!au. characters aged up to 20s, crack fic, plot if you squint, threesomes, mirror sex, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, pussy slaps, creampies, marking, overstimulation, double vaginal penetration, multiple orgasms, mind break, slight!degredation, slight!dubcon, praise!kink, spit!kink, switch!reader, switch!kamisero, bully!kamisero, idol!kamisero.

↳ notes: hello! happy friday! a few weeks ago i asked what you wanted to see from me and this came out on top. it’s a continuation of/ in same universe as my idol!todoroki fic that you can read here ( not necessary but helps understand the plot ) !! it’s mostly smut and just men with slender waists being sluts really. ty to my love @yuki-no-akumu for beta’ing. hope you enjoy <3 m.list ♡

denki kaminari and hanta sero are natural born flirts— terribly good, it's almost ironic.

evidence of that very fact is plastered across the twitter timeline a hundred thousand times a day, in clipped moments of pink tongues rolling over perfectly painted red lips and blurred photos of sultry winks from across the room at XHEROEZ fan meets. accounts on YouTube play compilations of the duo’s thirstiest moments, twixtor edits of hip thrusts and body rolls belonging to kaminari and sero flood social media. they’re a desirable pair, and they know it.

even the industry knows it— variety show hosts deem them the most amorous and outgoing members, girl groups and boy groups alike can only share snippets of their encounters with the two since they’re far from appropriate. the amount of NDAs they give out is a number longer than the number of zeros on CEO hawks’ paycheck at the end of the month (idols, producers, not even staff are safe), and it only seems to skyrocket with the rising fame of XHEROEZ and the popularity of their music.

but how can they be blamed, when hanta sero is such a smooth talker— words sweet like pink liquorice slipping over his tongue whenever he talks, he keeps his eyes dark and hooded and low like he’s really paying attention during conversation. it’s his attitude that leaves interviewers on music bank and even international ones— flustered and shy, swimming in honey that fills their ears and their hearts, suffocating them whenever they have a moment with the hanta sero.

kaminari is no more innocent than his band mate—a tease at best, a nightmare at worst. he’s coy, like a cat that plays with a mouse for fun and not for its death. it’s said that people barely survive being in a room with denki— his charm is overwhelming, covered by the ruse that he’s not so smart, not so bright. it’s those amber eyes that give it away, reading deep into the wants of others, analysing what he thinks their bodies’ needs are, when they think he’s not 100% there. to the world kaminari is nothing more than a talented voice and a pretty face.

in some ways, that could be considered a trap. to sero and kaminari? a game.

it’s all the two idols really need, their little games of cat and mouse—toying with faint hearts, to get what they want, from whoever they want without a care in the world.

and they usually get away with it too, hawks now a little richer to care and XHEROEZ a little too famous for their debauched ways to be a problem.

that is until katsuki bakugou makes it a problem.

“oi! c’mere you slippery, slutty motherfucker—!” bakugou’s voice is fuming, teeming with tunes of anger that boil over like a pot of water on a hot stove. the doors to the XHEROEZ practice room fly open with a force so hard that they clank against the walls on either side— grabbing the attention of the remaining five members.

the leader makes a b-line for kaminari, red eyes blazing and hands poised as if he’s going to kill a man which only makes the brighter blonde scramble up and onto his feet, abandoning his stretches for the day. “what?” he whines, backed up against the bar and mirrors, lips drawn into a pathetic pout. “what did i do?”

“our fucking choreographer quit, again. slut.” bakugou slurs again, looking like he might throttle the guy.

izuku, the other vocalist, peeks his head up from between his toes as he stretches his legs— a single brow quirked into his green hair. “why is kacchan… slut shaming kaminari?”

“when isn’t he?” kirishima wipes the sweat from his brow, sneakers skidding across the floor when he joins his band mate.

the leader launches himself at kaminari again without missing a beat, pinning the younger against the mirrors in what would seem like a playful fight to the viewers and fans of the video todoroki is quietly uploading to the group account on Twitter. this time, only hanta pulls the older back. “who kendou? i liked that one!” kaminari manages to squeak despite his life flashing before his eyes. his face contorts, a dreamy look sweeping over sweat licked features and his knees knocking despite how bakugou holds him up. “she was so…so hot.”

“jesus, fuck kaminari. keep it in your fuckin’ pants.” he’s promptly dropped back onto his feet, bakugou backing up from the brighter blonde with a look of disgust— avoiding looking between their bodies…for reasons. “stop sleepin’ with our staff for fucks sake! we’re never gonna get a comeback if we don’t have anyone workin’ for us and i’m sick of laying on my ass!”

sero takes the opportunity to let the latter blonde go, hands dropping from his waist to his ass. “you do have a good one, kats.”

“fansites agree, top rated ass in the whole industry.” shotou coos from his corner, setting up a poll for that very question on socials again.

“fuck you.”

“one of our fans would love to.”

turning his attention back to hanta, bakugou throws his hand up in the air exasperatedly— pointing at the dark haired dancer. “shut the fuck up. you ain’t no better, slutty waist.”

with the attention of the entire group captured and bakugou on the very verge of taking out two of the members— izuku tenderly decides to step in to diffuse the situation before they really do end up six feet under. “kacchan does have a point, the fans have been getting antsy since our original comeback date got pushed back…the lack of staff is making it real hard.” there’s a gentle warning in the vocalist’s tone while both kirishima and todoroki hum in agreement.

“and who knows what could happen, if you guys don’t stop sleeping around— we could get hit with a scandal or worse, like hawks dropping us from the label or something!” the red head adds on— rubbing the back of his neck shyly as if he doesn’t want to antagonise the group.

“well how come we’re the only ones being scolded for getting our dicks wet! todoroki gets to fuck staff!” sero crosses his arms, cheeks slightly tinted red with embarrassment. “this feels like an intervention, like i’m being slut shamed. i thought we were bein’ progressive guys.”

this time deku is the one vibrating with anger and katsuki is the one holding him back. “you’re so full of shit, hanta,” eijirou grunts from behind the pair, seemingly exasperated. “like who let you into the group.”

shouto turns his attention to the conversation, still typing away on his phone to post a selection of mirror selfies— again to the group account. “i’m not being scolded because i don’t parade around the company with my dick out like a common whore,” his words are blunt, taking the others by surprise (except for bakugou, of course). “i’m also in a relationship with my partner, who just so happens to work for us.”

kaminari and sero share a look. relationships were overrated, fucking around was much more fun.

“nice one half ‘n half.” bakugou chimes in.

“you guys are so lame, like actually the lamest guys i’ve ever met.” kaminari whines as todoroki stands up and flips him the bird.

“kiss my ass denki, i’m off to practice makeup looks for the next concept with my partner and then i’m going to fuck them in the recording booth. bye.”

silence falls over the room as the remaining five watch him leave— bewildered by the quietest member’s sudden outburst before they all look at one another.

“that dude’s kind of a dickhead, isn’t he?” eijirou laughs fondly, still wondering how he ended up with such chaotic band mates.

“yeah fuck that guy.”

“i want someone to fuck me.”

“kaminari… can you stop being a pervert for one second and shut the hell up?”

“my bad, sorry midoriya.”

the group shortly disperses after the ‘intervention’, bakugou leaving them with sharp flicks to their foreheads before going to write more songs for the comeback, deku shortly after to go record with his fingers crossed (hoping he doesn’t walk in on todoroki) and kirishima departs from the scandalous duo with a smile, wishing them good luck on keeping it in their pants.

for the sake of their group and the future of XHEROEZ, they would try— how hard could it be? all they had to do was avoid fucking around and getting caught until this whole thing was over, so the boys would get their comeback and get off their backs. hanta sero and denki kaminari weren’t whores like the others thought, they could do this.

if only they knew how truly difficult it would be with you soon to enter their lives.

it takes hawks three days to find another choreographer to take over the mantle and whip the boys into place, especially kaminari and sero. “don’t fuck this up for us,” bakugou warns in a surprisingly quiet tone before the first session starts with the new staff member. truth be told, he like the others, is desperate to get back onto the stage and this might be their only chance. keigo had given them a warning prior too— the threat of kicking them out of the group is enough to keep them quiet throughout today’s practice.

you, however, are not what they expect.

“hi XHEROEZ! i’m so excited to be working with you all,” you give them your name along with a smile sweeter than wild flowers. everything about you is radiantly pure and innocent despite the industry you work in and all the hardships it comes with. “we’ll run through some simple stretches and then pick up on the choreo for your title track where the last choreographer left off!” it doesn’t help that you’re beautiful too, top to toe where your sports bra hugs your chest just right and the sweats you wear curve off of your ass and thighs perfectly.

kaminari would be lying if he said your innocence didn’t make his cock stir.

sero would be just as bad if he ignored the fact that he was popping a boner every time you bent over to stretch out your legs.

you were a sight for sore eyes, a tasty treat dangled right in front of them— tempting them to be bad when they were meant to be on their best behaviour. it would be so easy to corrupt you, you could bat an eyelid and you wouldn’t even notice the two souls bound by mischief pulling you apart until you were nothing but a mess… except you would. unlike the others before you, you’d been warned about their advances, the countless people who had given up their jobs just to avoid working with the dynamic pair of idols and you were about to see to it that this changed— in ways that would avenge your fallen idol trainers.

so you kept up the act during your first session, tricked the boys of popular idol group XHEREOZ into thinking you were the sweetest soul to ever exist, and once you’d proven your worth to the CEO of fierce wings entertainment, you’d finally snap.

make hanta sero and denki kaminari regret ever making a fool out of your profession.

“she’s like, kind of …a bitch, isn’t she?” the blonde dancer leans over to his dark haired companion one day— a week into practice with you on the idol group’s team. as the days went by, your practices became harsher, longer and gone was the sweet girl that kaminari dreamt of absolutely ruining every night when he settled into his bed at the dorms. he’d have liked to admit that you left his mind, stopped consuming his thoughts the moment you switched up and turned mean— working him to the bone but your sudden change in attitude left him wanting nothing more but to soil every inch of your body with his hot loads of cum.

hanta looks over for a brief moment, tearing his obsidian eyes from watching his moves in the mirror as he nods to denki. “dude, i thought i was the only one who noticed. she’s been working us like dogs!” he admits, catching your gaze in the reflecting glass as you wipe the sweat from your brow and go over the counts for the next move with the other three boys. hanta winks, his chest bristling when you make a face of disgust and get back to work. “she’s super cold too… like she hates us or somethin’.”

“what’re you two bitchin’ about?” bakugou runs through the move smoothly, following your count and tuning into the conversation between the dance line.

both of them cock their heads towards you at the front of the practice room, whispering in unison. “just her.”

“me?” both golden and black irises shoot over to you, who now faces the boys with your arms crossed over your chest— drawing slight attention to it. “have you boys got something to share with the class?” they shake their heads no. “too bad, i need you both for a demonstration.”

“u-us?” sero gulps, swallowing down his nerves.

“you two are the fan favourites for dance breaks in the choreo… so unfortunately. yes.” todoroki, kirishima, deku and bakugou part like the sea to let the other two members take front and centre stage— faces full of amusement at what you might make the boys do. “follow my lead for this bit, and don’t be shy.” comes your sweet voice, the one that had drawn them in the first place. “so first i want you to roll your hips in a circle… mhm, that’s right. then leg out, flick your hair up.” you instruct, barely biting back a smile as both denki and hanta follow your command— acting out a girl group dance without even realising. “and slut drop for boys…oh that’s perfect!” you praise, watching hanta drop all the way down.

half way down into dropping his ass like it’s hot, kaminari flicks his gaze up to you— face bright pink as the other XHEROEZ boys try to swallow down their laughter. “h-hey! this isn’t part of our choreo!”

he squeaks, heart racing when you tilt his head up to face you properly and you grin— cruelly. “oh no, it’s definitely not. i just wanted to teach you both a lesson for messing with your last dance teacher. call it revenge for making them quit their job.” with a shrug, you stand back up to full height and clap your hands. “right boys! back to work, shall we?”

“yes ma’am!”

“kaminari, you are one-hundred percent right, that new choreographer is a bitch.” hanta is the first to whine, slumping down at the table in the building’s cafeteria. you’d sent the boys of XHEREOZ on an hours break to grab a bite to eat and recuperate their energy after the intense dancing you’d put them through— but the shame and humiliation of being called out by you still sits heavy on the back of the dynamic duo’s minds. “she kept picking on us the entire class— i hated it.”

the dark haired idol continues to complain, aggressively pulling apart his disposable chopsticks and rubbing them together slightly. kaminari sips on his milk, ready to whinge along with his friend like a baby when kirishima slides into the seat next to them, tray pilled high with junk that’d probably make him feel like shit after the day’s schedules were over. “you have to admit,” he murmurs, with an impressed tone through a mouthful of rice, the food spraying across the table in which the other members are soon to be seated. “you both kinda deserve it, i mean you have slept with half of the company. people are gonna have it out for you.”

“plus,” shouto adds, snatching a dish off of the red headed dancer’s tray much to his dismay. “we all know you liked being talked down on by her, you’re just mad ‘cause you can’t hit that.”

bakugou and midoriya soon join the feasting gang, all narrowing their eyes at the dual haired idol. “when the fuck did you get so mean, half ‘n half?” the lighter blonde chuckles, lifting his drink to his band mate.

“since he started getting his dick wet by the person he used to hate more than us.” kaminari snaps back, earning a glare from todoroki and a giggle from midoriya. “what? it’s true! i miss the days where he hated his partner more than me…and now sero and i are hated by the new choreographer too! what are we gonna do about it?”

the XHEROEZ leader chimes in again, slamming his carton of milk down on the table. “absolutely fuckin’ nothing, you guys are gonna stop acting like bitches in heat and not try t’fuck the poor girl. or else.”

there’s a brief moment in time, where all the stars and planets align and without so much as even looking at one another— the two resident stupid sluts of the internationally famous idol group share an idea, a connection, and formulate a stupid fucking plan. their eyes light up, once sluggish bodies perking up in unison while sly grins tug at their perfectly pretty lips.

green eyes widen, izuku quickly shaking his head in disapproval. “nuh uh, no, you guys! you heard what hawks said!” he tries to reason with the two dancers, fearing that he may have already lost them to whatever crazy idea they’ve come up with now in order to put you in your place. “you guys can’t mess this up.”

“don’t worry, we won’t.” sero hums, returning to normal and stabbing his chopsticks into the donburi bowl he’d picked out for lunch. it’d prove plenty of energy and stamina for the rest of the day— for other activities too. “promise.”

the group looks to denki next. “cross my heart and hope to die.” he says cheerily, slashing an invisible ‘X’ across his chest with a single finger.

the rest of the boys, despite uneasy, take the bait for now— hoping to god that kaminari and sero know what they’re doing, although they all know those two can never be trusted with a gorgeous girl like you.

over the next few weeks, the two dancers team up to make sure your life is a living hell— as if it’s their mission to pick on you.

it starts with practice, and when you run through the moves for their sexier choreos— hanta needs a little extra help, he needs to grab onto your hips and roll his body right up against yours because he needs a visual on how the move would look against someone else, something real. you pretend that heat doesn’t flush through your body, blood carrying sex crazed hormones shooting straight to your clit— you pretend it’s not humiliating in front of your class of idols to have him grind you against you and that you might actually like it.

hanta sero is annoying, but you knew what you were getting into when replacing all the choreographers before you. you’ll get through this and get the job done.

is what you think until denki kaminari starts peeking up your skirts on the days that you’re wandering around the agency— preparing for meetings with hawks and conceptualists for other aspects of the XHEROEZ comeback. you almost don’t notice him at first, the way he’ll trail behind you almost too close to comfort, sleazily smirking down at you as he brushes by. it becomes a game for him to guess what colour panties you’re wearing, though you know that he already knows just by taking a peek— flipping your clothes up when you’re unsuspecting and mid-conversation with a coworker. you can’t be alone with him in elevators anymore.

and the worst part is, they like to act like they have no idea what they’re doing.

the two dancers are insufferable, tag teaming you— driving you up the wall with their little games…and for some sick reason, you find yourself liking it. enjoying how mean they are to you, revelling in their less than pleasant attention. it haunts your dreams, the daily scenarios of the two stealing your clothes and underwear after practices becoming saucy little nightmares where you end up bent over and finger fucked in the staff showers by an overly sweaty hanta— your mouth stuffed full of denki’s pretty cock.

you catch yourself daydreaming about how they might look down there— who’s curved and who has the happy trail, how thick they might be, who’s the most talented with their tongue—

get it together, you’re losing sight of your job.

the way both idols treat you should be making your stomach churn, not filling you with butterflies and making your knees buckle— especially when denki ‘spills’ his ice water on you whenever you wear white to practice (showing off your hardened nipples for the world to see) or when hanta smacks your ass, gropes it and squeezes it during stretches.

you shouldn’t want them more than you want to keep your job.

it has to stop, and you decide to put a stop to the madness, to their antics one particular morning— scheduling them both in for a private dance session a little earlier than they would have with the rest of the XHEREOZ members.

“i know what you’re doing,” you greet the boys, hands planted firmly on your hips with steeled and tired eyes the minute they step into their group’s dedicated practice room. they look surprised that no one else is there, you think, expressions of shock etched into features deemed handsome by every outlet of media you follow. “it needs to stop.”

but you’d had the chance to be up close and personal with hanta sero and denki kaminari, you’ve been taunted and teased enough to recognise the calculating spark in black and amber eyes clouded by faux confusion.

hanta steps further into the room first, dropping his duffle bag to the floor as the rubber soles of his sneakers squeak against it— the sound is familiar but it makes you flinch, being alone with them both somehow being much more intimate while…intimidating when you’re confronting them. “what are you on about, sweetheart?” the way he laughs you off makes your body prickle with annoyance but your tummy flush with need, and you know that you shouldn’t stand for this any longer— you try to harden your gaze, looking up at hanta, keeping it steady despite how good he looks with his fluffy, early morning hair and lazy smirk, hooded eyes and loose shirt that barely covers the lean muscle of your body. “we just got here.”

your face scrunches up and you shake your head. “i’m not talking about right now, stupid.” the insult leaves your tongue carrying no meaning, you’ve only added it so you sound less like a whining child. “these last few weeks, you’ve both been picking on me…groping me. hitting on me— what? because i embarrassed you in front of your friends—“

“d’aww denks, she thinks we’ve been picking on her,” sero talks over your head, as if you’re not even there, making sure his words reach his equally mischievous friend who’s crossed the room without you even realising and you have to do a double take upon noticing the blonde with his shirt between his teeth, untying the strings of his grey sweats that hang low on his slender hips. “you don’t think that’s true, right?”

he’s still not addressing you when denki speaks up, dropping his shirt back down as he checks himself in the mirror. “of course not, we would never, han. we’re not those kinds of guys,” he pouts, slinking up beside you while the latter wraps an arm around your waist.

you’re bewildered to say the least, you knew that you’d embarrassed them but to the extent that they would try to gaslight you— it made you tingle with both rage and desire. “are you kidding me? those kinds of guys aren’t the ones who’ve been flipping my skirts at work? stealing my clothes and underwear—” you feel hanta bristle in front of you, almost acknowledging everything they’ve put you through.

“we’re sorry, baby,” kaminari coos into the shell of your ear, closer behind you than you last remember. “for whatever it is you think that we did. we didn’t me to be mean! it was harmless. right han?”

“one-hundred percent harmless.” he agrees.

you’re sandwiched between the two of them, mind hazy as you’re overwhelmed with hanta’s warm oak scent and the fresh honey that belongs to kaminari. they’re driving you insane, arms wrapping around you, mapping out your flesh and your resistance comes tumbling down all too fast. “h-harmless—? you’re…trying to ruin my career,” you feel yourself slipping, drowning in the desire you’ve fought so hard to keep down as weeks of torture from the two have gone by. “w-what are you doing?”

you stutter out as the hands that tease you start to explore you more, the ones belonging to sero slipping up your shirt and those belonging to kaminari down the front of your sweats. you don’t bother to stop them, to fight back— giving into the game that they’ve made you play.

“making it up to you, yanno, for whatever it is you think you’re mad at us for.” denki hums, slender fingers snapping the silken waistband of your cotton panties against your tummy, toying with the little bow as if you soothe you when you flinch back into his chest, head resting on his shoulder. “we wanna do better.”

you wanna fuck me, is the reality behind the blonde’s words— you hate yourself for not hating the fact.

calloused, but only just, thumbs rub over your pebbled nipples from under the shirt that you wear— sero grinning at the light gasps painting your lips in response to his touches. “how about it, sweetheart, you’ll let us ‘pologise properly?”

you should say no, you should do what you came here to do and put the two idols into place— stand up for all the people who had lost their jobs for sleeping with and being catcalled by the black and blonde duet. but you can’t, because the way they touch you is intoxicating— filling your mind delusions of pleasure, the ones that haunted you at night. so you give in, making said delusions your reality.

“uhuh…please…” you admit to them, to yourself and finally give in.

it’s like something in the air has snapped, as within an instant, kaminari’s fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties— pinching and toying with your folds while you get wetter and wetter, sero lifting your shirt over your head to take a nipple into his hot mouth. “ohh, shit, baby. you’re this fuckin’ wet already?” kaminari sniggers, highly entertained, before kissing and biting at your neck, fingertips gliding over your clit, pulling out of your clothes to show you the clear strings of slick that connect his digits as he scissors them. “just think…” he goes on to say, slapping a palm over your clothed pulsing sex before he returns his fingers back to your panties, rubbing one out on your swelling clit. “if you hadn't been so mean to us before, we could have been doing this a lot sooner.”

“m-me? mean?” you gasp, feeling hanta bite down on your right breast, his free hand roughly grasping the other as though not to leave it unattended. he too laughs against the expanse of your skin, goosebumps rising across it, and his lips map their way along one shoulder. “‘m sorry,” you’re too flustered to think why, dopamine and sex hormones dancing through your veins, fogging your mind of all clarity.

“fuck kami, she doesn’t even know what she’s sorry for.” the dark haired idol groans into your flesh as his tongue slides underneath the swell of your breast, painting you with a layer of drool. “bet she’ll say anythin’ for us to keep touching her up, fuck her, maybe…” his words are foul, vulgar but make your entire body tremble in the electric blonde’s hold, his strong arms keeping you up while he teases the length of your slit and gathers your juices to rub into your nub, pulling back the hood for maximum sensitivity. “how’s that sound sweetheart, you want us to fuck you?”

your mouth wills you to speak, but it’s filled with cotton and the only sounds that escape you are shaky mewls and squeaks. kaminari eases two digits past your fluttering entrance, thrusting them in tune with the rabid licks hanta gives to your sensitive chest— he lets his hand join his band mate’s, stimulating your puffy clit and filling the air with a tune of lewd squelches and slurps.

“look at you, cutie, you can’t even speak…guess we’ll just have to make the decision for you, yeah?” kaminari is condescending in a way that lights the fire of lust deep within you— curling his digits to graze that spongy spot that makes you see stars while your viscous juices drip into the seat of his palm. when he hits your g-spot, you spasm between the two idols— gripping onto sero’s shoulder to steady yourself.

“fuck, that’s cute.” sero hums, looking up at you with his pupils blown so wide they swallow the colour of his eyes. “i wanna make her cum denks, i think she’s close.”

with newfound vigour, denki speeds up the pace of his fingers inside of you— licking a hot stripe along your neck and just behind your ear. “c’mon, you heard him. let’s cum for han, sweetheart.” the idol dancer goads you with sly words that send shivers down your spine, while pleasure stacks like sturdy bricks inside of you. he strokes you into the shape of him, hanta rolls your clit to his heart’s content making your arousal gather in your pussy lips and tainting the air with the blossoming scent of you.

“she’s clenching so fuckin’ hard around my fingers, shit. you’re so fucking tight, god.”

they still act like you don’t exist, like you’re some toy, and that somehow makes everything hotter “oh my god—f-fuck, k-kami! sero—!“ your needy whimper bounces off of the glass mirrors, the grip you have on hanta’s shoulder tightening, nails forming crescent moons against his manuka honey skin even from over his shirt.

“gotta stretch her out, denks, c’mere, scissor your fingers a bit.” sero instructs, and you feel hot all over with both of their hands stuffed down your pants. kaminari does as he says, scissoring his two digits to prepare you for later, his cock and chest swelling with pride when you flutter around him and throw your head back. “that’s it sweets, oh you’re so close aren’t you? you gonna cum? ‘n so soon too.”

sinner’s smiles pull at amused lips when your body gives in, and ecstasy mounts along with the urge to close your trembling thighs around the two large hands that control your pleasure. “c-can’t…hold it!” you squeak, gaze honed in on the movement beneath your clothes, fingers pumping in and out of your sticky cunt and drawing shapes over your equally messy clit.

“let go for us then, sweetheart,” kaminari purrs, sucking on your pulse point, until a silent scream rips through your chest— the stacked bricks of delight tumbling down as if it had been knocked over by a sledgehammer. your release shoots out of you, drooling from your sweet pussy that blossoms like a flower in spring for the boys. clear streams squirt from your puffy sex, soiling your sweats but you’re too fucked out to care, letting it slide down the length of your slit and drop down your thighs. neither sero or kaminari slow their fingers through your high, obsessed with how much you gush, unspoken praises spelled out onto your clit until it’s raw.

“it’s too much… oh— please!” shaking, you let the boys guide you through your release and collapse into them.

“it’s too much? poor baby…that’s it, such a pretty little squirter, huh?” soft coos fall upon your ears as you finally come back down to earth— blinking away the white that flashed behind your eyes when you came. “we’re not done with you yet, though baby.” you recognise its sero who’s speaking, his voice thick with lust and more timbre than you remember. “turn around, put your hands on the bar baby. kami, i wanna see her do that again.”

“fuck yes, you thinkin’ what i’m thinkin?”

with a tremor in your legs, you somehow manage to make it to the mirrors, gripping onto the bar tightly while you regain your breath— a pair of keen lips bite and kiss their way down your spine, hands belonging to another yank your your pants and undies down in one go and grab at the flesh of your ass cheeks and peels them apart despite the slick that keeps them together. both kaminari and sero sink to their knees behind you, their sharp teeth barely piercing your skin as they spread you apart by your shaky thighs and it’s only then, when you feel hot breath against your abused and leaky mound, that you realise what’s going on.

“w-what are you doing?” the whimper bubbles up on your lips as your tongue darts out to wet them, throat running dry in anticipation.

kaminari pulls at your left cheek, a groan taking root like a sturdy tree deep in his chest before he sets his sights on the way your pussy glistens under the artificial yellow light— pulsing around nothing, sending droplets of your arousal to the floor. “han had this great idea…t’eat you out,” he says as if he’s in awe, as if your clenching cunt is the first one he’s ever seen in his life. “we wanna tongue fuck you sweetheart. both wanna taste you…”

the blonde shoves his nose against your sex like a crazed animal, the tip nudging against your swollen and prominent clit and he takes a nasty, dirty sniff of your scent. “god yes, please—you can…you can do anything you want,” you plead weakly, words lost on you as heat begins to prickle under your skin like a thousand tiny needles and you press your face into the cool glass mirror to help you cool down. you feel kaminari smirking into the heat between your shining thighs just before his tongue slowly rolls upwards to gather the taste of you spread across the length of your slit— he groans deep, sucking up your juices greedily before hanta yanks him away by electric blonde locks, making him squirm desperately.

“he wasn’t asking you sweetheart, you don’t get to make the decisions here, remember?” sero murmurs cruelly, and you can practically taste the smirk painted across his watermelon glossed lips. “you’re not in charge right now, you know that, silly.” as if to patronise you, he leans in real close and drags his tongue in slow shapes over your clit before fully slotting his mouth against your aroused core, letting go of kaminari to hold your hips still in the process.

“you gotta fuckin’…share with me hanta,” the blonde gripes, watching best friend languidly slip his tongue into your tiny squelching hole— pushing the pink tip up against the pleasure spots along your ribbed walls. hormones waft into the air, fizzling and rattling against each other with increased kinetic energy the faster sero pumps his tongue in and out of you, causing kaminari’s dick to swell painfully and a rush of a arousal to flood his veins. he prods at the dark haired idol, damn near shoves him to get a taste of you too. “y’so wet baby, fuck you’re so wet, ‘mmgod, taste so fuckin’ good.” he rasps, huskiness etched into his tone. kaminari lays his tongue flat against your clit, grinding his words against it until fat droplets of your arousal gather between your fattened folds.

your hands slam against the mirrors as you struggle to keep your composure at how eager and desperate these two tongues are to pleasure you. between them— you have no escape, forced to submit and succumb to the sinful hold they have over you, dragging you to the depths of hell. you can’t find it in you to give a fuck about your careeer when you’re drowning in ecstasy. there’s not an ounce of control you have over your body, biological instinct coaxing you into fucking yourself back onto kaminari and sero’s hungry tongues, writhing against them as sero forces globes of his spit into your tight cunt and fucks up your gushing walls.

sweat and pheromones, expelled by your salacious and slippery sex taint the air of the practice room— acting almost like an aphrodisiac with the way the boys fight over you with their sloppy, saliva coated tongues, their brains heavy with an addictive type of lust. every time they brush over one another, their whines send vibrations through your body, have your thighs quivering and threaten to give up on you. that’s how good it fucking feels. like they’re making out on your sweet pussy.

“h-‘m gonna c-cum,” you all but sob, clenching down on hanta’s tongue as he licks into you— barely being able to breathe between him and kaminari who giggles messily at the pout on your lips when you turn back to look at them. they switch places, hanta licking a long stripe up to your clit and denki indulging in your tight hole.

“yeah? oh shit— yeah baby? gonna cream in our mouths like a dirty. fuckin’. slut.” sero punctuates his words with heavy spanks down on your juicy ass, the sound echoing throughout the empty room while he looks up at you through his long dark lashes with a face painted with so much of your arousal, he looks like a messy eater. you squeeze down on kaminari eagerly, tears brewing in your eyes, chest heaving and tongue rolling out of your noisy mouth. “atta girl sweetheart! show us your pretty face, work for that orgasm, hm?” hanta coaxes you towards your high, replacing his tongue with his fingers to trace his name onto your clit once move, using a free hand to pull your ass back onto his bandmate’s eager mouth. “there we. fuckin’. go!”

kaminari pulls back for only a moment, spitting on your clit and watching it run down your core, catching it with the tip of his pink tongue before it hits your thighs. “hmygod, sero keep talkin’ to her like that, she clenches so good when you do. she wants to cum so bad. poor baby!” the blonde whines like he’s the one being fucked to high heaven, slapping your clit with three fingers between sero rubbing you off, gasping for air between kitten licking your core.

“k-kami—! sero, ‘m gonna…‘m gonna— oh fuck!”

your body and muscles burn from throwing it back onto them, limbs shaking and your throat is raw from all the squeaks and squeals and mewls you let out— the knots in your stomach unravel the closer you get and before you know it, you’re cumming for a second time. “that’s it, good girl. good girl,” your soul feels like it’s on fire, incinerating you from the inside out as they hotly press into you with rapid tongues and skilled fingers as kaminari swallows all of your release. sero joining him to get a taste of you too.

they slow their roll as you come back down, white noise fizzing in your ears and once more you’re rendered useless while they position you to how they like it. “you here with us baby?” you hear sero ask once you’ve come to, his molten chest pressed into your sweaty back and his hands wrapped around your thighs.

blinking twice, you look up to see kaminari, golden irises darkened with lust and his head cocked to the side, menacing grin on his lips. “there she is, almost had us worried for a second cutie,” he talks to you through a pout, his hands on your ass and you realise they’re holding you up between them. “throw your arms around my neck cutie, legs around my waist too. we’re gonna fuck you now, kay?”

“b-but i— i’m sensitive, i don’t think i can…” you shake your head in slight protest, but your body betrays you and you can feel your selfish cunt slicking up again at the thought of being filled by the two mischievous idols. you do as you're told, locking your thighs at the slope of kaminari’s slender waist, arms linking behind his head as well. their clothes are gone too.

“don’t give a fuck if you can or can’t, my dick’s been aching for this sweetheart,” denki grunts harshly, and your gaze drops to where his dick stands tall and pretty between you, mushroomed tip leaking against your soft tummy, blue-ish veins wrapping around the length of him. “you’re the one who caused this mess, dragged us here…”

you can feel hanta against your ass too, grinding into you slowly— a little shorter than kaminari but curved so deliciously you’re practically gargling at the thought of him being inside you. “don’t be mean denks, after all this is about making it up to her, yeah?” he groans, still not listening to your wishes as his hand slips between your bodies to tap his searing hot cockhead against your abused clit. “ain’t that right baby? you’re gonna take it though, right? it’s the least you could do for us after being so mean… after we let you get away with it and cum too.” he says, and you seize up as sero bullies his way inside of you slowly like he knows he’s too thick for your tiny cunt. “fuck baby, so tight… ‘n after all we did to open you up too…”

“han…you in yet? i wanna fuck her…please,” kaminari sounds like he’s close to begging, his voice trembling, forehead pressed against yours while his friend pushes himself deeper and deeper into your silken walls. you feel almost bad, whimpering a breath’s width away from his lips and reaching out to palm his throbbing length, thumb gliding over his burning tip and rubbing drops of precum into it as if to ease the pain. “ooh, okay, good girl. play with me a little, just like that.”

hanta tries again, brows furrowed as he adjusts his grip on your thighs and peels his sweaty chest from your back, pulling his cockhead from the snugness of your drooling cunt before thrusting up— forcing himself past your greedy entrance as it clenches down on every inch of hanta that fills you up. “holy shit, i’m…god fuck you’re tight. ‘m in kami, jesus you wanna feel her.” he chokes on his saliva, pacifying himself by marking up your shoulder and neck.

a wet and shaky sigh lies on the seam of your lips while hanta’s milky tip brushes along your insides and you clench at the delicious twinge of pain you get from him stretching you out. “ease up baby, he won’t be able to fit if you clamp down like that,” sero coos, you nod and press your face into kaminari’s neck— biting down on his milky flesh when he presses up hotly alongside sero, grinding his sex against you both before finally pushing in.

“christ, you’re so warm,” kaminari finally speaks, holding you tight while you adjust to the burn of both of their cocks filling your cunt. he slurs over the weight of the saliva sitting heavy on his tongue— your insides already being churned up by the pressure of two dicks pressing close to your cervix. “not gonna last long…gotta fuck you, make you feel it.” the blonde sets a steady pace to his hips as they pump his cock up into you, and it’s like you’re so full that you can practically feel him in your throat. your breathing is ragged, face burning as you cry out and dig your nails into denki’s shoulders, slowly beginning to use him as leverage to fuck yourself down onto him.

when denki pushes in, hanta pulls out, the stream and sensual rolls forming orgasmic knots in your lower tummy— the blonde’s pelvis smooshed right up against your sensitive pleasure nub. they’re girthy, fighting your selfish cunt to pull out as your fall into a tune of slippery and creamy sex. you let out small, teary bleats each time they fuck up into you, the salacious song telling so much more than tunes of lust while the boys overwhelm every single one of your senses. none of it is enough, despite how full you are, despite how they fuck you at growing pace, taking turns to churn up your sloppy insides and fill you with an endless supply of pleasure.

you need more.

you need them.

“kiss me,” you growl to denki, bright lust coursing through your veins and he almost misses your words with the way your skin slaps against one another loudly, creating a tune along with the harmonised moans of the three of you. “kami—“ you warn as your voice rises an octave, but he cuts you off, pressing his spit slicked lips against your own and you moan, tasting yourself on his tongue. the idol licks harshly into your mouth, rolling his tongue over your own as if to fuck you like he was with your cunt. it’s messy, dirty, and strings of saliva connect you both when the need for oxygen finally makes you pull apart.

his cheeks are flushed, bright but you don’t get to admire his fucked out face for long— not with sero pulling you by the chin to face him, “don’t go leavin’ me out, princess.” he coos huskily, a lazy smile on his lips before he surges forward to kiss you too, invading your mouth with everything that he has to give you. a feather light touch, also belonging to the dark haired idol, drifts up to your chest again, tweaking your puffy nipples between your body and kaminari’s, just so he can hear you cry out. sweat drips from your forehead in obtuse beads, arousal from your ravaged cunt as it’s pounded and played with by two deliciously hot cocks, and kaminari is quick to lick up the trace of sweat and tears that glides down your baby fat cheeks.

you see it now, why anyone would quit their job after being fucked from hell to heaven by the pair of idols— especially when they’ve seen you at your filthiest and most pathetic, but you don’t see yourself giving this up either. not with the way sero and kaminari tear your cunt apart, plunging as deep as they can go, taking turns to paint your insides with the seed that dribbles from their aching tips— piecing you back together with hot and wet kisses and touches that make you see god while your pussy swallows not one, but two perfect cock’s whole. hanta’s curves just right, never leaving your g-spot, not giving you room to breathe.

“don’t stop— don’t you dare fuckin’, s-stop!” you squeal like a little lamb being sent to the slaughter house, kaminari’s veiny hands roughly gripping your ass to bounce you up and down on their two cocks. it’s pathetic how they’ve reduced you to begging, humiliating at most but you don’t want anything less than to be fucked like this, shamelessly, messily with crude mixes of yours and the boys’ arousal painting your skin and slapping to the floor. “oh god!” you cry, early release streaming from your cunt but you don’t dare to stop even them.

“this is my favourite part,” kaminari huffs lewdly, hips moving impossibly faster than they were before— splitting you open on his dick, spelling his name across your insides like he’s signing something away for a fan. “watchin’ em break— you break so pretty for us darlin’, you like being a mess on my dick?” he coos selfishly, balls heavy with a load of cum just for you smacking your against your ass and hanta’s on your cunt. the scent of sex hangs in the air, clinging onto the moans that fill it too. some of them spell the syllables of your name, others are curse words thick with a craving for you and only you.

sero tuts from behind you, “our dicks,” he chides kaminari but his voice sounds broken, tight as he takes you over and over again— a bruising grip on all inches of your body. your waist, your thighs, your neck as he pulls you back to kiss him once more. he makes both you and kaminari a mess, who trembles against your front every time the taller idol fucks up into you. “‘minari, fuck…can feel you every time you thrust into her…shit, you’re so good. she’s so good, aren’t you baby? makin’ it up to us so well.” he chokes on his words like you choke his cock, feeling them both slide against your walls in unison.

their thrusts become irregular, less rhythmic as they push whatever leaks from their tips further and further into your cunt, right up against that pretty cervix of yours. all that dance pays off, both boys making good use of their built up stamina to pound away at your pleasure spot and make you see stars. “oh shit…fuck this cock, fuck it sweetheart,” kaminari damn near wails, lifting and dropping you down onto their throbbing lengths to suit their own needs. “han… ‘m close, don’t think…” his face pushes into your neck, addressing you next. “baby, don’t think i can hold it off.”

“hold it kaminari.” hanta warns, fumbling between your bodies and salt licked limbs to find your clit, desperate not to leave you behind as his own orgasm creeps up on him too. “we gotta, oh man, we gotta make her cum too..” the fact that they throb against one anotherwithin your pulsating walls only serves to drive the three of you insane— pussy frothing and papping, their precum painting your puffy folds, smoothing right over your clit and creating a messy ring around the base of their shafts, liquid lust and thick white oozing down their balls.

“fuck making her cum,” the electric blonde idol heaves, rutting into you at a pace that chases his own high. “if she thinks we’re mean, that—god… we’ve been picking on her; then we can be mean..we’ll be mean baby. ‘mma fill you up. see who’s mean then.” kaminari rambles the closer he gets, fucking you faster to the point where both you and hanta can’t take it anymore, eyes rolling back, limbs weakening and threatening to give up on you. you don’t want this to be over, don’t want to be left behind and desperately jut your hips down on the boys so you can cum too. your sexes move together like a passionate and sensual dance, sick and lewd and leaving you right on the edge.

sero tries so hard to hold back, but with kaminari controlling the pace the world falls away all too fast— he pulls out, ripping your high away from you as he crashes and burns, painting your sticky thighs with white, tapping his tip against your tummy as he calms down. hanta soon follows, shooting his load against the curve of your ass as he shudders, choked moans painted into your skin.

as the boys come down, part of you feels used— your sex raw and over stretched and your tummy heavy with the need for release. they’ve left you hanging, used you for their fun, left your empty.

and you’re absolutely furious.

sero let’s go of your thighs, gently dropping you to the floor as kaminari searches for the clothes they discarded earlier. “who the fuck said i was done?” you snarl, voice hoarse from how much you’d moaned for them. you grab hanta by the shoulders, forcing him down on his knees (only able to since he’s taken by surprise)— you shift your hands to the roots of his obsidian hair, dragging the idol to your heated core. “you’re gonna make me cum, don’t think for a second…that you were gonna leave me hanging.”

there’s something about the way you switch, that keeps sero in place— eyes glazing over again as he nods his head, smoothing over your thighs as his mouth finds your cunt once more, lips sucking around your clit in obedience. he whines as you tug on his hair tightly, pushing your face down against his tongue as it builds up a slow and steady pace, tasting himself smeared between your folds. “‘m sorry,” hanta mumbles between sucking on your pussy lips and wrapping his arms around your hips to keep you down on his face. “wanted to make you cum, wanted t’taste you again, but kami—“

you forget that the dark haired idol has a tongue that works magic like the gods, how fast he’d been able to bring you to orgasm earlier with it but you steel yourself, gripping the dance bar as you coo down sero. “you’re sorry now? sorry that you couldn’t make a girl cum? must happen often. poor baby.” your words are mean, fuelled by the anger you feel, by the dull ache in your core from the loss of your orgasm— you want that back, you want the pathetic excuse of a man between your thighs to bring you there and finally teach him a lesson. let him know that you’re not just some toy to mess around with. “y-you’re embarrassing, really.” and it is, for hanta with his reputation for fucking to be brought to his knees just by one look from you. even so, he’s still fucking good with his mouth.

rocking your hips across his face, you cast your eyes to where kaminari stands— having given up on searching for his clothes at the sight of you riding his bandmate’s face. “you gonna jus’ stand there and watch? or should i tell everyone you’re going to fuck over how useless your dick really is?” the threat makes his face crumple but his cock twitch alive once more. could it be from humiliation? the way you fuck yourself down on sero’s tongue like you own it? he doesn’t know, he doesn’t care— gravitating over to your bodies and wrapping himself behind you once more. “that’s a good boy kami. make yourself useful.”

maybe todoroki’s right, maybe they do like when you talk down on them.

his breath is hot against your shoulders, littered with love bites and bruises from how roughly the boys had taken you earlier but you can tell that the blonde is hesitant to touch you— shy, almost, from where you’ve talked down on him. with one hand in hanta’s hair, you use the other to pinch kaminari by his slender waist and drag him closer. “h-how do you want me?” he asks, the gold in his eyes sparkling as he watches sero’s pink tongue peek out to flick against your swollen clit, slurping up your juices loudly, keenly like there’s no tomorrow.

letting your head fall back against his shoulder, throaty moan escapes you— drawn out as hanta uses the tip of his tongue to circle your hole, mewling against your mound until the vibrations making your body seize up. “use that sorry excuse of a cock of yours yeah? help han out with actually making me finish.” it’s like you’re scolding him, the expression written in your darkened eyes read a mix of neediness and disappointment, making the blonde flush red. he fumbles with his half hard cock, slapping it against your ass cheeks with a wet whimper from the sensitivity.

both of you hiss as he pushes into you for the second time that morning, cheek pressed against your back enough for you to feel kaminari trembling, his tip dragging against your inner walls. it won’t take him much to get you to your high, between fucking you from behind and sero lapping at the juices beginning to gather where you and kaminari join. “how are you still this tight?” he states more than he asks, lifting one of your legs over hanta’s shoulders as he bottoms out inside of you with ease— guided by the precum and sweet nectar that drips out of you. “g-god i don’t think i can—“

“i don’t care—“ you huff, gripping onto golden blonde roots, rolling your hips back onto kaminari’s with fever— twitching when he hits that spot that has dopamine crashing in waves across your brain. “i don’t care, just…do what you’re s’pposed to be good at—! shit,” he does as he’s told, building up a solid pace to match the way hanta eats you out, licking from the tip of his bandmate’s cock to your clit. whatever the dark haired idol spits onto your cute cunt, the blonde is sure to fuck back into you— like an easy push and pull that has you hiccupping and struggling to keep a grip on reality.

“can taste you ‘minari, you’re fuckin’ leaking all over her, you both taste so good together…” sero gasps, gripping onto your thighs and angling his head up as his best friend bends you further to hit deeper, bullying his way through your insides once again.

they know your body by now, kaminari gripping onto sero’s to keep his hot mouth against your gushing mound every time he pulls out— making sure you’re constantly stimulated, dragging you by the ankles to the high they’d ripped away from you. “p-please tell me you’re close, fuck, can feel you clampin’ please tell me you’re there, need you there.” kaminari near sobs into your ear, the stimulation becoming too much for him, heavy balls pounding against your ass and filling the musky air with the clap of skin on skin once more. “focus on her clit hanta, need her to cum f’me.”

you can feel the pleasure mounting, rebuilding the orgasm that you’d lost earlier and your back arches— thighs nearly suffocating the poor idol between your legs who alternates between suckling on your clit and licking at the ring of precum around kaminari’s cock as it slides past your entrance and a blinding pace. they’ve made their mark on your body, you don’t think you can go back to just anyone else after them— despite how much you want to hate them for making you feel this good. the first gushes of your release floods hanta’s mouth, pretty and milky droplets spreading a candied flavour across his tongue, only driving him to tongue fuck you faster, wild signatures of his name written into your folds with his cheeky pink tongue.

“denks, she’s right there— faster,” he pleads, hungry for more of you.

you find that denki is good at following orders when he’s just as needy as the rest of you, grabbing at your ass and pulling you straight back onto his red, iron hot girth— to the point where he’s barely pulling out any more, the mix of your arousal and his precum splashing back against his tummy. “oh fuck!” you squeal, clawing at whatever and whoever you can reach. “r-right there d-denki! right fucking there—!”

“oh fuck, oh fuck— oh fuck! ‘m right behind you, let go— please, just fucking cum.” he chants, using the last of his energy to pound away at you until screams tear in both of your throats, the lust in your lungs finally fizzing away as you finally cum together. it’s like a blinding light behind your eyes, your body collapsing into the boys while kaminari’s load floods your womb— your tummy unravels with him, toes curling as your release splashes to the floor and into sero’s mouth, painting kaminari’s cock too.

sero catches you as your legs give out, holding you to his chest on the floor while the three of you pant to catch your breath. “holy shit…i think i just came in my pants,” the dark haired dancer laughs, looking down at you with softer eyes as a content smile pulls on your lips. “y-you okay? we were a little rough with you, plus we left you hanging…”

“yeah, and you’re not doing that shit again.” you mumble, exhaustion settling in your sore limbs and your voice. “next time you’re mad at me for rightfully embarrassing you, don’t try to fuck me away from my job. it’s not gonna work.”

kaminari slides behind you to join your pile of limbs, resting his face on your back again. “next time? like…you’re not gonna snitch to hawks ‘n quit your job?” he asks nervously, sharing a look with hanta.

“nah, if you keep dicking me down like this and take me on a few dates. i might be able to keep quiet while working with ya.”

relief floods their faces, and surprisingly, they pepper your face with kisses— followed by apologises for the way they treated you, though the two idols will have to do more than just fuck you good to make it up to you. details of what you’ll be in the future are saved for later, the three of you scrambling to cover up when you hear voices approaching the dedicated XHEROEZ practice room.

“i don’t fuckin’ care if those two dumbasses are late for practice, i ain’t responsible for them!”

“i mean…kinda are bakugou, you are the group leader, man.”

“he has a point—“

“shut the fuck up, half ‘n half. don’t piss me off.”

“jeez bakugou, don’t be so cranky.”

“you want summa this, shitty hair?”

“will you guys behave? it’s too early for this.”

“sorry midoriya—“ the boys chorus, pushing open the door with sleep in their eyes, still not having noticed the messy scene played out in front of them. “yo… it smells kinda, funky in here…” kirishima frowns, still struggling to get his duffle back through the door.

“oh you’re fucking kidding me!” bakugou groans, his curse words ringing through the entire room as a grossed out look crosses his face. “i swear to fuck, none of you dipshits ever listen to me!” he pinches the bridge of his nose, flashbacks to todoroki and his partner in NYC invading his memory— making him gag. “why am i always the one walking in on you guys fucking?”

the other boys’ face’s flush red and you wave at them from between kaminari and sero. “h-hey! it was all consensual this time! not that it wasn’t before! but it’s all good! she won’t quit on us like the others!” denki scrambles for an excuse, waving hus hands about the place.

“denki stop moving around like that, i can see your dick.” todoroki laughs, averting his eyes. midoriya and kirishima mumble in agreement.

“nothing you haven’t seen before—“

“—don’t tell hawks. please.” sero pleads and cuts the blonde off, scratching the back of his neck.

“whatever, just put some fucking clothes on for christ’s sake, and get us a new practice room— ‘m not dancing in a room that smells like your nut.” bakugou scolds, abruptly exciting the practice room with a tired and mildly disturbed face— the other XHEROEZ members following suit.

in the end, you stay the designated choreographer for the group— your relationship with both idol dancers begrudgingly approved by hawks (he catches wind of it when noise complaints are made about their practice room). you keep the boys on a tight leash, having them work hard to see them up on stage again, especially kaminari and sero. bakugou jokes that you have them trained like dogs but little does he know how much you have them wrapped around your fingers.

only you know how much discipline your two little dancers really have.

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