#crazy how my typing hands get possessed sometimes huh

[marc--chilton]

mgv house!! okay so what if house is left alone in his & wilson’s apartment while wilson goes to a conference in another state, and something about being away from wilson for a longer period than normal mixed with a bad pain day triggers an early heat. he tries to ignore it for a day or so, since wilson had scheduled this so perfectly to line up with their cycles (which had synced and were due in like a week) BUT eventually he just Cannot Handle It so he calls wilson absolutely RABID with the need to be railed so hard he forgets his own name. cue wilson pacing a hotel room and trying to a) get a plane home asap, like calling around madly trying to find some way to get back to his omega. b) have desperate needy phone sex with house to try and help as much as he can from a distance and c) keep his own rut at bay which is becoming increasingly more difficult since he keeps hearing house whining and begging and pleading and whimpering about how desperately he needs to be knotted 🥰 pls also imagine what both of them would do the SECOND wilson opens the front door to their apartment. thank u for ur time

HELLOOOOOOOO ANON

some omegas cycles aren't so bad, manageable with toys if an alpha isn't available, but house's heats are SO bad. he fevers, he aches, and the stress to his system aggravates his leg until he's in agony. the echo of his Doctor Brain telling him the endorphins will help; his hands shook so bad when he tried to take some vicodin he dropped the bottle out of his nest, and getting out of it when he feels that bad is unfathomable.

he still has the phone at his bedside, though. and even as miserable and stupid as he is, he still manages to call wilson. luckily wilson is his hotel room in vermont when he picks up because house's keening is more than audible to any would-be passerby. he hadn't even had a chance to snarkily greet him before house was whining these awful rattling breaths. it sets off alarms immediately. he knows those noises.

"it's your heat, isn't it?" a meek yeah tinged with pain is his answer.

but when he tries to hang up so he can call cuddy, house sobs. the resolve shatters instantly. so wilson instead calls cuddy with the room's phone with his cell close enough for house to pick up his voice but with his thumb over the speaker to muffle the sounds of an omega in distress.

at first, cuddy simply does not believe him. "he's probably just bored and trying to trick you. there's that saying, 'everyone lies'--"

and it swells something ugly and protective in his gut, just like every other time he has to defend house from her, or the board, or vogler, or tritter, or the fucking hundreds of other people that have the power to make house's life worse.

"you think i don't know my own omega?" he growls without thinking. a challenge is clear in his words, one alpha to another. later wilson would wince at his choice of words and nothing else.

the line crackles with cuddy's sigh after a few seconds of silence -- even house's muffled whining on the cell has dimmed. "dammit, wilson," she huffs wearily. "he's already pulling you down to his level. at this rate you'll be in full rut by tomorrow, just in time for your panel--"

"i know, lisa." wilson has to set his cell down to pinch the bridge of his nose before he snaps again. "but i need you to find me the next flight back. he needs me."

cuddy's tone is laced with something almost sad among the ire. "he always needs you, wilson. you owe me." then she hangs up.

he lets himself have a moment of composure only to realize house has been quiet. cautious, not unlike how he would approach house when he's in the throes of it in person, he puts the cell back up to his ear. house is saying something and sheets are rustling. "house? you still with me? i can't hear you."

the shifting gets louder -- did he drop the phone? -- and suddenly house is panting into the receiver, "yours... 'm yours, always..." and wilson is FLOORED at how he can almost smell the pheromones through the phone, can practically see house's pathetic attempts to grind into the bed when his leg is spasming.

it's so pitiful it makes wilson's heart clench and his slacks tight. "oh, honey...."

[fandomfluffandfuck]

okokok because this gq shoot is already one of my favs from chris ok so hear me out:

seb comes along to every interview, premiere and event chris goes to. he's happy to watch his boyfriend mingle with the reporters and answer their questions, just happy to be around chris, talking to his publicist when he's busy off getting his photo taken. but when it's shoot day?

seb brings his camera.

he literally has a whole folder in his phone with hundreds of photos of chris posing for another camera, and others of chris just sitting there, looking perfect and handsome as ever, some of him taking sips of water from a straw and close ups of his mouth wrapped around it (because he's just so beautiful and seb likes getting detailed shots). chris doesn't know that seb has those photos but he finds it endearing that seb likes coming along to these shoots that can sometimes last hours and produce only a few decent shots.

seb will look at the photos when chris isn't around or when he's missing him, looking at the slight pout of his lips chris does when he's posing, the different angles of his jawline that make it appear even sharper, the cherry red of his lips, the mischievous sparkle in his eye. naturally, seb is going to have a visceral reaction to these photos and the thoughts that come along with them, but like hell is he going to let chris know he jerks off to photos of him not even doing anything. just sitting there and looking like he always does, maybe with a little more product in his hair or some lining up of his beard. he'd never let chris know the simplest of poses get seb off.

but he doesn't have to, because seb eventually gets too desperate one day when chris is out - shopping for gods sake - and starts touching himself. he's so wrapped up in feeling good that he doesn't notice chris has been standing in the doorway watching him fuck his fist to a photo from a fresh shoot, one where they used less natural lighting and shadows to make the hard lines of chris face stand out and the veins running from his hands to his forearms stand out.

sebs imagining being manhandled by those hands when chris does just that, striding into the room and taking sebs wrists, growling out something about being 'so desperate he couldn't even wait a few hours?' and sebs cheeks burn with further humiliation when chris spots the photo of him on his phone, scrolling a few more times and seeing more of the same type of pictures.

chris promptly reminds seb that he shouldn't need to look at photos of chris to get off because he has the real thing right here, right now, warm and solid between his legs.

"How about I give you a reminder of what you get to come home to every day, huh? These pictures can't touch you, can't fuck you like you need so badly. But I can - will you let me do rhat for you, baby? Let me make you feel good?"

chris starts kissing him before seb can reply and, yes, of course seb fucking wants that.

sorry if this was long lmao

-arch

related to this new GQ shoot

ARCHIE YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO BE SORRY ABOUT THIS!

Why, how, and WHY is the idea of Sebastian jerking off to "normal," "regular," "innocent" photos of Chris so fucking hot??

Oh, right, because that level of desperation and being head-over-heels crazy for someone is fucking obscene! That's why!

You can not change my mind, Chris says that to Sebastian and Sebastian straight up moans into his mouth. Jesus Christ.

There's no way he could forget that real life Chris is better than any photo, but he will take every reminder Chris is willing to give him. He will take anything Chris wants to give him 😏

How dare you write something so hot? Do it again.

I love, love, LOVE this idea. Sebastian being around, constantly unable to drag his eyes away from Chris. Sebastian being reduced to an absolute needy mess with and without Chris present. Chris getting possessive against himself. Jesus. This is too hot, hot damn!

THANK YOU for sending this my way 😮‍💨😮‍💨

And might I offer you my own thoughts about the GQ shoot here, and here?

[hobisstar]

cast mates dead mates love mates| psycho!Robert Pattinson x black!reader

Summary: Robert has loved having Y/N near him since he met her on set for The Batman as of course him as The Bat himself and Y/N as the Cat herself. Besides the love, hes had deeper feelings than that. Something darker than that.

Warnings: It’s all over the place ,the usual! Bad Language, Mention of Sex, Dominant! Rob, Submissive!Reader, Cheating, Arguments, BITCH THIS IS MESSYYYYYY BY THE WAY, ZOE IS A BITCH OF A FRIEND IN THIS . This is pure fiction.SO BASICALLY HES CRAZY in this . YOU GUYS WANTED HORROR, and Murder(Zoe).

A/N: I have no idea how many words this is.. I’ve been watching a lot of Roberts movies and can I say let’s clap it up.. this plays all the crazy characters THAT YOU WILL HATE but he DOES SO WELL AT IT YOU JUST CANT LOOK AWAY FROM THE SCREEN!! Anygays this fic is all over the place but please do enjoy

“Ah yes, She’s awesome. When we first met eachother we got along rather quickly. She helped me shave my face to make sure it was even, she made sure i looked fabulous before shoots, the list goes on.”

What a day to be Y/N! I mean THE Robert Pattinson was like her closes friend right now since the shooting for The Batman started.

They were at an interview for the movie explaining how well they’ve grown close to each other.

“What would you say was your favorite scene with her?” The interviewer asked Robert.

With all his heart he wanted to say The kiss scenes…

Gosh he really wanted to. “Definitely the scene were we are fighting for the passport. Its the first interaction, well somewhat second interaction.”

Remembering her soft lips reminded him of roses. Her lips where as soft as rosé peddles. He would do anything to feel that softness again.

After the interview he decided maybe he should officially ask her for her number. I mean They been past that step since they’ve kissed more than 4 times..

There was something the media didn’t know. They didn’t know that they were fuck buddies. YEAH.

Sometimes after shooting for the day it be late so shed crash at his luxury apartment and they would just hang out.

Cuddles turned to kissing. kissing turned to grinding. Grinding turned into getting naked. Getting naked turned into oral sex. Oral sex turned into him breaking her back in for the night.

it was getting pretty tiring sneaking around and Robert wanted to just make it official. Y/N was all down for it until he said..

“Great we can tell the press-“

“Wait wait Rob, tell the press? For what? Why do they need to know?” She questioned.

Y/N is the type to keep her private life just that private. Yes, sooner or later it would come out that they were together if they made this decision, but why risk telling the media head on?

“How about we tell them after the movie is released? It wont faze them it’ll look like we feel in love during and wanted to wait till everything was right?” She suggested.

“Why? Babygirl, I want to tell them before someone finds out and its out to the world without us being aware. I want to be the one to say we are madly in love with each other and we are making it official.” Robert said grabbing her hand holding it softly.

“I get that i do but lets just wait it out huh? So we can prepare for what they will say or throw at us.” She smiled slightly and nodded trying to get him to agree.

He froze. I mean, why was she delaying it so much? Did she like being secretive? He wants the world to know that he has declared her as his queen. That he has carved his initials into her heart and she has done the same for him.

“Why are you trying to delay it so much? Do you not want to be open with me? Is there some one else? Tell them you are taken already.” He said trying to give questions and answers. His possessive side started to show.

“No no baby its not that its just… im scared that they would think negative on the situation.. the movie isn’t out and what if they think this is a stunt to get more viewers? We all know you have fans all over and so do I. They will think we are just doing it for each other money and fame. I dont want people to call our love that is true, a sham.”

They figured it would just be better to wait it out.

Around 2 months later after that talk, Something seemed off with Rob.

He became distant, he stop coming over her house, they rarely chatted or texted anymore, her phone calls would go to voicemail.

Did the relationship even exist? Did she do something wrong? Did she scare him away? We’re they ever actually officially together? So many thoughts ran through her head.

Her thoughts was soon interrupted by her phone pinging.

It was a text from Robert.

Rob🫶🏽🦇: I’m outside. Open the door.

You: What? why?

Rob🫶🏽🦇: It’s important I rather I tell you face to face.

She raised suspicion and slowly got up. While getting up, she got another text from her close friend, Zoe.

Zoe💕: Y/N? I’m so sorry! IM SO SO SORRY IT JUST HAPPENED ONE NIGHT AFTER THE RELEASE PARTY IT SHOULDVE NEVER HAPPENED

She looked at it but opened the door and was about to reply but Robert took her phone.

“Let’s talk with no cellphones babe..” he said lowly with his thick accent. Y/n nodded and led him to the couch.

“What the hell is going on? You disappear for 2 months and now you want to tell me something ‘important’?” She said not understanding why all of a sudden he wanted to talk.

“I just want to say that before I tell you this,I want you to know that I’m not willing to let you go. It was a mistake and we can work on our relationship after..” he said sitting some what far.

She heard her phone go off again and she grabbed it from him and check it. It was again from Zoe.

Zoe💕: I didn’t know how to tell you but sine the media knows… Me and Robert are together… well we fucked… while you two are trying to figure out the relationship of telling the media.. they spotted him coming to my apartment last month. That’s why he’s been so distant… Y/N I’m truly sorry… pls pls tell you forgive me… pls?

After reading everything, Y/and world stopped she didn’t respond to the text since really she didn’t know how.

“You.. You cheated on me with Zoe?” She muttered softly.

“…I..”

“Robert Pattinson, Did you or did you not cheat on me with my Bestfriend ?” She asked looking at him with tears and anger.

“Yes, but I didn’t mean for it to happen.. Y/N- I- She was trying to help us-“

“So you’re dumbass thinks that fucking her is helping us?!” She shouted

“No!”

“So why did you do it? Don’t give me no dumb bullshit answer Patt! I want the truth!”

“She said that if she was you she’d tell the media in a heartbeat that we are a couple.. She would want us to be known.” He said quietly “I heard that and just felt like maybe you just don’t want nobody knowing about us because you don’t want to be public with me…” he looked at her and stood up grabbing her hand which she snatched away instantly.

“You are nothing but despicable, you want to be public? Fine you got your fucking wish. You happy?” She looks at him and chuckles slightly whipping her tears and sees him letting his tears drop.

“You are crying? You fuck my best friend and YOUR crying?”

“It was a mistake I don’t even like her. Please Y/N I’m nothing without you and you know that.”

“Oh no ,honey. I know that whatever you say is a lie. You ignored me for 2 months because you were guilty. So you hid and probably hid with Zoe. Get your shit out my house and go live with that fake ass bitch.” Y/N walked to the kitchen trying to calm down but was more angry when she heard Robert following her.

“No. I’m not taking my stuff to be with her when I can and want to be with you. Please baby just forgive me.” He said getting on his knees.

“You want me to beg? I’ll beg until my voice box breaks. I’ll beg until it’s a new decade. I’ll beg until you finally say yes. I’m not leaving you” he said grabbing her wrist.

“You should’ve thought of that before you stuck your dick in someone else’s cunt!”

She stormed upstairs grabbing anything she knew was his and threw it down the stairs. He dodge a few things and got hit by a lot of things. He walked up the stairs and went into the room and back hugged her.

“Baby please-“

“You better let me the hell go..”

He hesitated at first but soon did “I know I fucked up . I know I fumbled our love for each other. You.. You made think there’s someone else that you were talking to. Someone who you want to be public with. If there was someone, I don’t know what I’d do to them. I panicked and Zoe happened to be there. I can’t tell you how sorry I really am.” He turned her around. “I- I don’t want to let you go. With all honesty I won’t let you go. I love you too much so please baby..”

She closed her eyes trying to calm down. She opened them and stared at him. The love of her so called life is right here balling his eyes out to the point it looks like he looked the shower head right in the eyes. He was hysterical.

“Just give us- No, Fuck Zoe. Give me another chance. We can do so much better without her.” He mumbled but loud enough for her to hear.

“Fuck Zoe? As long as I’m concerned you both need to be out of my life! It’s already out to the world Rob you two are THE couple, not me and you. So get you and you’re fucking shit out my damn house. I don’t want to see a trace of you ever being h-here” she broke down and cried on the bed.

He wanted to comfort her. He wanted to hold her and kiss her and tell her everything was going to be fixed.

He was going to fix this..

He stormed out the house not caring to grab any of his stuff. He was gonna be back so why worry about grabbing it?

Robert knew Zoe lived about a few minutes away from Y/Ns house. He got in his car and sped over there.

The thoughts ran through his mind all jumbled like a crossword puzzle. Finding the right words to explain what he was gonna do.

K I L L

H E R

He stopped the car in front of her house and got out slamming his door.

He went up to the house door and knocked gently. In order to go through with this he had to act… natural.

Zoe answered the door. “Robert? How did it go?” She said looking at him trying to find an answer. She guided him to the kitchen table and let him sit getting him a cup of water.

“S-She kicked me out..” he simply replied

“I’m sorry to hear that. Well, Um I guess you guys just weren’t built for it” she said lowly but he heard it.

“What? We weren’t built for it? I was okay with waiting until the screening was over! You!” He stood up making the chair scream and then fall over, “ You are the one who twisted my words around and my brain into thinking I COULD DO BETTER! Well news flash Zoe, I’m about to be the happiest man alive.” He looked over at the knife display and quickly slicing her throat open.

“While you will be the saddest dead woman alive.”

He watched her body drop to the ground. He sighed happily. He looked down and noticed blood all over his clothes but shrugged. He soon walked out not caring to clean anything up.

He got in the car smiling and soon drove back to Y/Ns house.

He got out the car with the knife for proof and walked in the house. Robert went upstairs and as soon as she saw him she screamed.

“Who’s blood is that Roberts?!” She said backing up looking for anything to defend herself with.

“I took care of it. Now we can be happy baby. No more Zoe to be in our ear like an annoying fucking pest. It’s about you and me now Y/N.” He said stepping closer and dropped the knife on the bed. He reached out to her and hugged her. Tightly.

“I fixed everything, now we can go back to how we were. I told you I wasn’t letting you go. I was clear about that..

“ I love you Y/N” he said and kissed her head.

He felt her trembling in his arms but he calms her down or so he thinks he did.

“No one…can get in between us…ever again.”

Y/N looked up and saw a terrifying smirk on his face but soon everything faded to black…

[xobrattymoonxo]

Game Night 

Yan!Ushijima x Fem!Reader 

TW: NONCON, spanking, daddy kink, restraints, kidnaping, non consensual drugging, dacryphillia, fingering, Cumming inside, breeding kink,  mentions of pregnancy, ass play, possessive talk, yandere, fem reader

An: My first Dark fic! If you like it please reblog/ comment/ like or even leave an ask if you feel comfortable!

Word count: 2.4k

Second person Pov

“I am so excited to watch this game! Kageyama is so hot I can’t wait to see him in action.” Mai said as she held on your arm. 

“Mai please calm down!” You said with a laugh. 

“Have you gotten a chance to see who all plays on the team Yn?” 

“No, I’ve been so busy with school lately.” Mai made a pouty face at you as you heard people start screaming. 

“OH IT’S STARTING!” Mai screamed in my ear. 

I looked out on the court as the two teams came out to warm up before the game. 

“Ushijima?” I said just above a whisper. 

“Oooh I figured you would be a Ushijima fan Y/n. He seems like your type.” 

“I think I went to highschool with him, Mai.” 

“Wait you went to THE Shiratorizawa?!?! You knew Ushijima in person?!?! How come you never told me?” 

“It’s just a school and he is just a guy.” You said casually. Mai believed your lie. Ushijima wasn’t just a guy. He was the guy who asked you out, the guy you turned down, and the guy who made your highschool life terrible. It wasn’t his fault really, he had quite a few girls crushing on him. Your rejection to him just fed the fire for them to target you. 

Your thoughts were cut short when the whistle sounded for the game to start. 

The game was underway with the Schweiden Adlers in the lead. Your friend was still screaming super loud for Kageyama in your ear. He was too focused on the game to even look your way, but it did catch Ushijima’s attention. He looked up only to instantly lock eyes with you. He stared for a few seconds before he turned away and resumed the game. You could feel your heartbeat pick up. 

You tried to remain calm for the rest of the game. The Adlers won! 

“YAY KAGEYAMA I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!” Mai screamed. Finally Kageyama looked up to the stands with Ushijima beside him. Ushijima looked up as Kageyama just turned away. You could see Ushijima say something to Kageyama as he turned back to look at the two of you. Kageyama noticeably sighed as they walked over to the rest of their team. 

You grab your friend's arm seeing Ushijima look up once again to where you were standing. 

“Can we leave now? I am hungry.” You lied. 

“Okay, as long as I can pick where!” She said to you as you began to leave. 

“Are you taking me to the Adlers restaurant.” You asked. 

“They don’t have a restaurant unfortunately.” She said with a pout. 

The two got into her car as she drove down the road. 

“Okay this is it!” She said excitedly. You looked and noticed all the sports fans outside.

“Is this where the Adlers eat, Mai?” She laughed awkwardly as you already knew the answer. "I'm sorry I just wanted to see Kageyama again!" You sighed as you told her it was fine and headed inside. 

The two of you requested a seat at the car as she heard some girls begin to fangirl .

"Looks like we found them after all." You said to her as she watched over by the door. You paid no mind to what was happening behind you but Ushijima laid eyes on you as soon as you were in his line of sight. 

You didn't notice him getting closer till the stool beside you was pulled out. 

"Hello Y/n. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Ushijima spoke. You turned to face him.

"Hello Ushijima. It has been, yes. About a year or two." You said casually. 

"Let me buy you a drink as we catch up." He said. 

"Sorry I am here with my friend." 

"She seems busy." He replied nodding beside you. You glanced back and noticed Kageyama now beside her talking with her. You turned back to Ushijima. "So will you let me buy you a drink?" 

You agreed as he began to ask you questions about your current life. After a short while you tapped your friend's arm and headed to the bathroom. 

"Mai we have to go. He's driving me crazy." You said. "He keeps asking me all these personal questions and stuff and I think he's onto my lies!" 

"Y/n you're just being dramatic! He's just getting to know an old peer. He must be Kageyama's Wing man! Let me have this please?” She begs. 

“Okay fine. We should head back out.” 

What the two didn’t know was Ushijima and Kageyema had slipped something extra in both of your drinks. 

“The plan is just to take her home and then leave right?” Kageyama asked as he swirled your friend's drink. “How are you getting Y/n out of here though?” 

“Yes and I paid the bartender a couple hundreds to slip her out the back for me.” 

“Smart, no press involvement that way.” Kageyama said. 

The two then noticed you and Mai entering back into the main area. You sat back down in your seats as you both quickly downed your drinks as something you agreed upon in the bathroom. 

Sometime passed as you began to feel sick. Barely able to keep yourself up, Ushijima offered to call you a cab after asking your address. Mai was the same way but Kageyama insisted on driving her home instead. 

Your mind started to go hazy, darkness almost consuming your vision as you laid down in the back of a car…

You awoke sometime later with a pain in your head. Eyes still blurry you went to move your arms to rub your eyes. Panic set in as you noticed your arms were raised above your head. You began to pull them harder not being able to see what had your arms restraint. 

“You won’t be able to get those handcuffs undone. You need a key for that.” You whipped your head where the voice came from. 

“Ushijima!” You yelled out. “What’s going on? Why am I here?” You began to panic. He walked over to you now bending down to move some hair from your face. 

“I waited so long to see you again Y/n. I’ve been looking for you since highschool. I love you and you ran from me.” 

“Ushijima please just let me go! I won’t tell anyone!” You cried out. 

“I have waited a long time for this.” He smiled down at you as tears began to form in your eyes. “If I undo these, will you be good?” He asked as he pulled on your cuffs. You nodded your head at him as he pulled out the key to unlock them. You instantly pulled your wrists down only to notice you were not wearing anything but your underpants. 

“Where are my clothes?” Ushijima climbed on top of you now as he leaned down and kissed your neck. 

“You don’t need them anymore.” He whispered before he started sucking on your neck. 

“Ushijima please stop.” You were now crying but he continued anyways. He lifted your shoulders up as he reached behind to undo your bra. He pulled it off the front slowly as he sat up. Admiring your breasts as they were now on display for him. He moved both hands on your breasts as he began to massage them. 

“They feel so amazing under my hands. You were made for me Y/n.” 

“Please.” You whispered. 

“Begging for me already?” He said as he moved off the top of you. He now pulled down your underpants as you moved your hands to cover your pussy. 

“Don’t.” He growled as he pulled your arms out of the way. 

“Ushijima.” He shushed you as he looked down at you with lustful eyes. 

“That’s Daddy to you Y/n.” he said in his low growl again. He moved his one hand to your pussy as he began to rub your clit. The other hand went back up to your breast. Not being able to hold in your moans anymore, you began to cry out. “You like that huh? I have dreamed of this moment for a long time Y/n.” He moved off the bed and picked you up. He laid himself down still holding onto you as he led you to come sit on his face. 

You tried to pull back as he gripped your hips roughly pulling you down to meet his face. He began to slowly lick up your pussy. 

“USHIJIMA!” You screamed. He slapped your clit as he growled. 

“What’s my name?” 

“Daddy.” You moaned out. He smirked into your pussy and he slipped a digit inside you. He started to curl it slowly inside. You whipped your head back as you tried to push away from him. He took your resistance as pleasure and slipped another finger inside. He started to move them quickly as he still sucked on your clit. You felt yourself start to shake as your orgasm grew closer. You grabbed on the headboard and tried to lift yourself from him. He slammed a third finger in as you shouted out. You came all over his chin. 

“Fuck baby, that was so hot.” He licked his lips savoring every last bit of your juices he could.

When he pulled his digits out you managed to wiggle away from his grip enough to be able to get up. You fell to the floor, quickly getting up you headed straight for the door in the room. You pulled on the handle only to notice it was locked. You began to pound your fists on the door as you screamed out for help. 

“We are in the basement of my house. No one will hear you down here.” He said as he now stood behind you. You turned and took a swing at him only for your wrist to be caught midair. "You should have just said you wanted it rough Y/n." He said with a sly smirk looking down at you. 

Before you knew it you were tossed onto the bed on your stomach and a pair of handcuffs were cuffing your hands behind your back. He sat down on the bed pulling you onto his lap. 

"After every hit count and say thank you." Without any warning he slammed his hand down at full power onto your ass cheek. You screamed out in pain as you began to wiggle on his lap. “I said count. You just got 10 more added. You better be ready to count to 20.” Before you could respond his hand came down to the opposite cheek. 

“ONE THa-thank you.” You were crying harder than before. Ushijima slammed his hand down again on the other cheek again. 

“Tw-two,” You hiccuped. “Thank yo-you.” 

He continued to use his full spike strength on your ass cheeks as you finally made it to twenty. 

“You did so well. Now why don’t we get you a reward?” He asked rhetorically of course. He picked you up and tossed you once again on the bed rolling you over so you were looking at him. “Look how pretty you are when you cry baby.” He said as he licked your salty tears streams off your face.

He lined his tip up with your entrance as he kissed you with all his power. He pulled away from the kiss as soon as he pushed fully inside you. He kissed down your jaw to your neck as he stayed still and bit down hard on your neck. He caused a small amount of blood to come out from the fresh bite. You were exhausted from the previous events so you no longer had energy to fight him back with anything but moans.

“I knew you would enjoy this Y/n.” He said licking up the small amount of blood that was on your neck. He began to pound in you at a feral pace no longer waiting for you to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck you are so tight. Just like I always imagined.” He said into your neck. He moved down slightly to your breasts as he bit down again. “You look so hot covered in my bite marks Y/n. I wish we could stay like this forever.” You could feel him bruising your cervix as you cried out from all his harsh thrusts. With every thrust you felt yourself being stretched more and more. He took his one hand and pressed it roughly on your stomach looking at the bulge he was creating inside your stomach. 

“Fuck baby, I’m so big I could rip you in half.” 

“Daddy! I’m close! Please!” You said between moans. 

“Beg or I won’t let you cum.” 

“Please daddy! I’m sorry I was a brat. Let me cum please please! I need it! I need you! Please!” You whined out.

“Fuck baby cum on my cock.” He demanded. You came undone all over his cock but as soon as he felt your pussy grip on him tighter he moaned out, “Fuck I am going to cum inside you Y/n. I will keep doing it over and over again till you get pregnant with my child. Then you won’t be able to leave me ever.”

“Please not inside! Anywhere but inside! I don’t want a baby! I don’t want your baby please! Not inside!” You cried as he grabbed your hips tightly. You felt his hot cum squirt up inside as he collapsed on top of you. 

“Fuck you’re so perfect. Our kids will be just as perfect as you I bet.” He said before he flipped you over. He shoved your face into the mattress as he raised your ass up getting on his knees. 

“What are you doing?” You cried out trying to pull away from his rough hands on your hips.

“I didn’t say we were done, did I? I have to make up for lost time, besides, you have a perfectly good unused hole right here I need to try out too.” You felt him lick your asshole as you begged him not too. “You’re my property Y/n. I will do whatever I want with you cause I own you and I will never let you go.” He said as he shoved his thumb into your puckered hole as his cock lined up with your entrance again. 

“I will pound into you from both ends until the only thing you know how to say is my name, baby.” 

Masterlist 

[kyovtani]

possessive Konoha? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

nonie- i haven't talked about akinori in SO long- i've missed it, ngl- he's like the perfect fuckboy boyfie who's mean to everyone but to you and it makes my heart go mad crazy

— cw: jealous!akinori, possessiveness, degradation, oral (m.receiving), spit (mouth and face), mentions of choking

konoha always claims to be the chill and calm type of boyfriend. and he definitely is most of the time. but as soon as a different man is involved, he can't help but let go of his cool, calm and reserved facade.

he's trying his best, you know that.

whenever he pulls you into a really possessive hug with a tight grip around your throat and pushes his his lips onto yours in front of his friends, you know it's because he can't help but get possessive.

he's been hurt before and ever since that, the little noise in the back of his head tries to tell him that claiming what's his openly and without hesitation is the only way to make sure people know.

even if they know because they're your mutual friends, he still loves to show everyone who you belong to.

and sometimes, you can't help but use just that against him in order to get exactly what you want.

it doesn't even take much to make konoha's possessive vein pop. one little touch on bokuto's arm, a little, yet unnecessary giggle at akaashi's joke and you continuously asking for the boys' opinion on your little outfit are absolutely enough for akinori to lose himself in the delicious yet dangerous haze of possessiveness and jealousy.

"huh? what the fuck was that, you little whore? i can't hear you if you stutter like that", he grunts, his pretty hand firmly wrapped around his leaking cock, stroking himself as he looks down on you.

you gulp harshly, taking a deep breath at the sight of his tattooed thighs all tensed, his strong eyes never once looking anywhere but your tear and spit stained face and his swollen lips.

you feel your juices gushing out of you, ruining your little panties with every hard clench of your cunt at the wet sounds of him fucking his fist.

"i want- i want you to spit in my m-mouth, please", you reply obediently, looking up at him with glossy eyes, knowing he won't be able to resist you no matter how hard he tries.

konoha grunts and growls, the arousal running up and down his spine in the most delicious yet painful way possible and if it wasn't for the mental image of you in bokuto's arms, he would have finished already. but he forces himself to keep going- he doesn't want to give you what you want and he knows you want his cum down your throat.

"why don't you go and ask your precious tarō if he wants to do it instead, hm? you seemed so content in his b-big and s-strong arms-", "no! no, no, no- don't want him..only want you, kono- please...", you're quick to interrupt him, the thpught of anyone else making you frown.

konoha scoffs in response at your words before he quickly grips your chin harshly, letting his pretty eyes roam your face and giving you the perfect opportunity to take in the sight of his flushed cheeks and messy hair falling into his handsome face.

and just as you're losing yourself at the thought of kissing his pretty lips, konoha grunts and spits in your face with a loud, lewd sound; his saliva dripping down the side of your nose and onto your lips and without hesitation you try to lap it up with your to gue, hungry for his taste.

"of course you only want me, you fucking slut", he grunts, pushing his thumb into your mouth and letting you suck on it for a little, "you're my little whore and that slutty pussy of yours belongs to me. nobody can ever fuck you like i can", he adds with anger lingering in his tone.

you start nodding, sucking harder on his thumb as you dig your nails into the soft skin of thick thighs, your eyes rolling into the back of your head for a moment before he tells you to open up.

without even wasting a moment, you part your lips, your whole body ready for the delicious taste of his spit, but kono has other plans.

he presses your tongue down with his thumb, making you gag slightly and just when you wrap your fingers around his slim wrist, he spits into your mouth, giving you no choice but to swallow his saliva in one go.

you start whimpering, looking up at him with needy eyes because he took away the opportunity of you tasting him, the one thing you've been craving oh so bad.

"cut the fucking whining, you whore", he hisses, placing the tip of his cock on your bottom lip before he shoves himself all the way down your throat until your nose is pressed against his pelvis, "and let me remind you who the fuck you belong to."

[byulsgrease]

if you arent too busy, can you write a idol!hwasa x idol!reader, wherein they both have to practice with each other for a special stage. However on the first meeting they become starstruck and cant believe somethings are real, but soon warm up to each other?

i'm not terribly busy but this still took a while anyway oops - sorry this took so long anon! here you go :D

if anyone has requests for the other members hmu cuz I've got 2 more hyejin reqs after this one (not that I'm complaining)

"who says we can't do something on our own?"

(hwasa x idol!reader, ~1.2k words)

cw: food + alcohol mention (y'all know how it is)

I named someone Minjeong - it's not Aespa's Winter, idk anything about 4th gen gg's - 민정 is my Korean name so it's just what came to mind

"Hey, wake up. You've gotta see this. GET UP," a voice piercing through the fog of your sleep.

What a rude awakening. Your shoulders being shaken vigorously by a pair of small hands meant they belonged to none other than Minjeong, your youngest group member. You rolled over to glare menacingly at her with one eye open, trying to pull your brain out of the slumber. All you could see was the bright light of her phone shining in your eyes - a video of some kind. But then you heard the audio:

"Have you seen the clip?" asked the interviewer.

"Yes, my members and many MooMoos made sure I saw it"— Moos? Oh, it's Hwasa. WAIT. Both your eyes flew open as you sat up and snatched Jeongie's phone out of her hand to stare at the video. Your mind immediately flashed back to the interview you did last week - they asked who you most wanted to collaborate with, if there were no limitations. Your ears started to heat up at the sheer thought of the flustered mess of an answer you gave - of course you said Hwasa. Both of you debuted relatively close to each other, within a year, but never interacted much over the years. Mamamoo as a group was a force to be reckoned with, but there was just something about Hwasa specifically. You mostly just admired her unique singing voice and undeniable stage presence, and her relentless drive to always be herself in an industry constantly trying to fit women into a box.

Finally snapping out of re-living that embarrassment, your attention turned back to the phone in your hand. The interviewer must've asked her to send a message in response to you, because you couldn't believe that she was waving and saying, "How haven't we gotten to know each other better over all these years? I'd love to work with you on something sometime," curtly dipping her head in a slight bow.

"SEE? You needed to see that," Minjeong rushed to say, full of energy. "And close your mouth, your jaw's on the floor," jokingly pointing.

You side-eyed her and shut your mouth. "Is this what Loco felt like when she called him during Hyena on the Keyboard?" you wondered aloud.

"At least she's not calling you while on camera," she commented, knowing full well that you'd probably embarrass yourself again if she did. "But hey, at least she noticed you! Can I have my phone back now?" It would be a dream come true to collaborate with her, but cross-company collabs... always a pain. that couldn't be helped. The fantasy abruptly ended with demands from your rumbling stomach. Done with your what-if's, you placed the phone back in your maknae's outstretched hand to get up and make breakfast.

~~~~

With award show season rolling around, the crazy scramble of rehearsing for special live stages without leaking sets and collabs began. Checking your email that morning showed a schedule to record the backing track for a special live stage, but that was it. With who? You texted your members a screenshot, but they all told you that block of time in their schedule was empty. A solo stage? The solo mini-album you released this cycle did relatively well, the title track got a music show win, but not a multi-week chart-topper by any means. Possibilities turning over in your mind, you stepped out from your place to head to the company, totally in the dark about what was in store.

The recording studio always smelled the same along with the couches, a comfort for all the insanely long nights and crack-of-dawn early mornings over the years. With a bit of time to kill, you plopped down on one and gingerly patted the worn cushions as some kind of symbolic thank-you for supporting you (literally).

A hesitant but loud knock sent your gaze directly to the door. Watching it slowly open, you leaned forward to see who it was. Needless to say, your jaw fell to the floor again as you clapped a hand over your gaping mouth, eyes widening. Like a soldier obeying a command, you immediately stood up as straight as possible and bowed profusely at Hwasa, sporting a very similar expression on her face (which you failed to notice, your mind running a million miles a minute).

After a series of frantic bows and miscellaneous utterances to each other, she spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said with calm, surveying your frenzied state. "I guess we're granting that collab wish from your interview, huh?"

The red-hot embarrassment leapt to your face. "I...I definitely made a fool of myself answering that question. And our maknae showed me your interview clip too, which was cool, but never did I think it would actually happen," you stammered. I should probably stop talking.

"Well, here I am," she half-smiled coolly. "Let's get started, I'm really looking forward to finally work with you on this," a gleam in her eye and a hint of excitement in her voice.

The studio suddenly felt a lot smaller with her in it, despite there only being your managers, the producer, and the both of you - less people than you and your members alone. Both of you remained relatively quiet the whole time, rather unsure of what to say or talk about. You watched enough MMMTV to know that all the members on their own were shyer than together, and Hwasa knew the same was true for you. But the work basically took care of itself, seamlessly taking turns in the recording booth, witnessing each other's work style and process. The both of you knew your way in front of a mic, seasoned professionals by now. Upon wrapping up, you bowed politely to each other after a quick exchange of KaTalk info, a short and sweet goodbye.

That was... anticlimactic. I mean, it's finally happening - I can't believe it. But maybe I was too idealistic about maybe creating a meaningful relationship with her outside of work... What does she think of me?

~~~~

In the days leading up to the collab stage, you kept going back and forth on whether to reach out or not, despite now being in possession of her contact info. What would you even say? Thoughts of a witty one-liner or relatable meme came to mind, but maybe she'd assume the worst - that you were clout-chasing, or something. Anxieties abuzz, your phone vibrated in your pocket. The KaTalk notification sprawled across your screen. Speak of the devil, it's her.

"Hey, awards season has me stressed. I know you must pretty busy right now too, but I somehow get off early tomorrow if you wanna grab dinner after work?" You had to reread that one. Oh, what? She's inviting me?

Trying not to be weird about responding too quickly, you typed out, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great! ^^ wait, your company doesn't care about you going out to eat during award season?"

"nah, they stopped having that kind of control over us a while ago, we are the money-maker of the company, after all 😏"

"so I guess this means they don't check your phone either ㅋㅋㅋ"

"nope :)"

You proceeded to set a time and place to meet, someplace with meat.

In the process of feasting on an inordinate amount of gopchang imbued with a splash of beer, you learned a fair amount about each other. You talked career, professional aspirations, the weird habits of your members, and more. What surprised you most was the amount of things she already knew about you, having admitted to watching some of your behind-the-scenes content after seeing your interview clip.

"Ah... I'm sorry if I came across as distant during that first recording session," she confessed, pausing to sip her beer. "I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, I felt a little star-struck."

"Oh what?? I felt the exact same, so no worries - and sorry if I came off similarly distant," you rambled back. A bit of silence fell between you, acknowledging the mutual sentiment. You spoke up after a bit, "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Thank you for making the time, I had fun getting to know you better," she articulated with a smile. "Maybe it'll make the collab stage better," she added on jokingly. You responded with a nod and expression of mutual affirmation.

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After that, messaging each other became a regular occurrence, that gopchang outing having broken the ice. Honestly, you tried your best to talk about anything besides work, but the baseline of shared understanding connected you in a way that came more naturally than it did with your non idol friends.

You stood across the way from her at the sound check for the final stage, dressed in joggers and slides. Funny to think that you'd be recording this for real in a couple hours, making eyes with the blinking red light on the cameras surrounding you. It sucks that fans wouldn't get to experience the energy and atmosphere of the performance - Hyejin alone is one thing, but adding someone else into her stage presence? Unmatched. There's nothing quite like a live performance - and while you knew everyone in the industry dealt with the consequences of the pandemic, it certainly took a toll to perform and not feel the energy from fans. But realistically, nothing you could do about it. The sound check went over smooth like butter. The stage chemistry came flowing naturally between you both, even when bare-faced and dressed in just sweats.

And when the time came for the actual filming, you both absolutely killed it, an upbeat mash-up of TWIT and your title track. At the very end came a sliver of hesitation before throwing your arms around each other with a big smile for the ending fairy, proud of the work you accomplished together, and a mental fist-pump to yourself for making friends with one of the industry's finest.

Once again walking to a restaurant that served mostly meat to celebrate, you playfully proposed, "We... should do that again sometime." A little puff of air came out her nose in amusement.

"Yeah, we should. Too bad we're gonna have to wait a whole cycle before we can release anything else together again," she sighed longingly.

"Who says we can't do something on our own?"

[jinkicake]

Soft Touches

Osamu, Suna, Tendou, Tsukishima with a s/o that is very sensitive and gets aroused easily.

Miya Osamu x Reader

Suna Rintarou x Reader

Tendou Satori x Reader

Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Here you go anon~ I hope it’s okay. It might be a little OCC because I am still figuring out how to write the Inarizaki boys.

Semi-smutty,,,, Osamu and Suna’s are filfth 

WC- 2,184

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Miya Osamu

Osamu is chilling most of the time until Atsumu does something to piss him off

Despite his usual calm and relaxed attitude, he will still notice the first couple of times you tense when he touches you

It could be as simple as you gasping whenever he puts his hand on your shoulder or when you lean into his touch as he cups the back of your neck

Because of his personality, I think Osamu would be very blunt and obvious with his teasing

Especially when he sees how your eyes run all over his body, like he doesn’t want to be subtle with the way he touches you

Osamu loves being near you anyways so, he will always be touching in someway

He wouldn’t touch you in a possessive or overbearing way but more in a light, just reminding you that he is next to you way

Atsumu would use your sensitivity to his advantage as a way to further tease his brother, bringing out the wing spiker’s competitive side just to piss him off

“She always jumps whenever you touch her, are you sure you’re treating her right ‘Samu?”

Now, of course, Osamu isn’t going to bark out that it’s because you’re weak to his touch. No, he’s not going to that. Instead, he will bring you back to his room and make you cry his name out for hours. That way his stupid brother knows exactly how he treats you

“O-Osamu!” You screech as your boyfriend’s talented tongue continues to eat you out like there is no tomorrow. His large hands grip your thighs and hold them up so he can dive his tongue deeper into your entrance, his moans aren’t the only things he mutters against your lips.

“I’m going to eat you out until your legs are numb.” He states lowly and your breath hitches at the way his eyes shine competitively. You love your boyfriend, with your whole being, but sometimes you can’t help but get worried about him. This is one of those times.

“Osamu w-what’s wrong?” You grip his hair tightly, the gray strands tickle your fingers as you try to pull him away from your center but it doesn’t work. Osamu growls out and holds your thighs tighter so he brings you to yet another orgasm. The feeling washes over you as he sucks on your clit, bringing it into his mouth so he can torture it with his tongue.

You don’t mind when Osamu brings you home after school to spend hours between your thighs, you really don’t but, you’re curious as to why he is doing this.

“Stay fucking still.” He orders and you wince at the curse word. Of course, he is pissed off about something. “You still want more, don’t you?” Osamu moves up to hover over you, his dick twitches in shorts at how captivated you look with him.

“Yes, please, Osamu.” You pinch your eyes shut when he runs his hands up your sides, fuck it you’ll find out why he’s angry later.

“Good girl, be extra loud for me, my delicious little berry.”

Suna Rintarou

Suna would very early on pick up what his touches do to you

He always watches you carefully, just observing everything you do, not in a weird way but in a ‘he is so infatuated, never felt like this before’ way

He is always thinking about you like he might not say much but he always plays the conversations you have in his head

So when Suna notices the way you tense when he touches your lower back or when he grabs your hand, needless to say, he is very amused

He would love to tease you but is very innocent about it, to the point that you can’t tell if he is doing it on purpose or not

Like, let’s say you’re at his house and you’re trying to get something off one of the higher shelves. Suna will just slide past behind you and press his crotch into your backside as he easily reaches up and grabs the cup you were trying to get

“You need anything else, baby?” He’d smile down at you but the way his lips are curved show his playful intentions

Suna seems like the type to not play games so if you’re watching a practice of his and he sees the way you react to him, he will not hesitate to fuck you once the practice is over

He seems to be very disciplined, maybe, in a level head sense so you would think he would have the brains for the two of you

That brain leaves his head the minute he gets turned on, like come on he is an Aquarius do I have to say more?

In your defense, it is completely not your fault that you’re getting dicked down in the locker room. It is not your fault that whenever Suna jumps to block a ball his shorts rise up and expose his thick thighs. It is not your fault that his shirt lifts and exposes a tiny bit of his abdomen and his sleeves bulge around his strong biceps. It is not, in any way, your fault that you get so utterly turned on while watching your boyfriend play that you squirm on the bleachers. Suna always watches you so carefully and a smirk always makes its way onto his face when he notices the way your thighs press together.

“You just couldn’t wait? Could you?” He breathes as his hard cock continues to pounds into your entrance, drilling so deeply into you that your eyes roll to the back of your head. “I forgot how much of a whore you are.” Suna chuckles quietly and presses kisses all over your shoulders, it’s odd how rough his words are with you but he holds you like you’re made of glass. One of his hands grips your throat while the other grabs your hip so he can press you further against the locker, you’re not going anywhere. “Did you get turned on while watching me? I could see the way you were squeezing your thighs together, did that help your little pussy feel better? Or is my cock the only thing that is able to satisfy you.”

Suna is always so quiet but when it comes to fucking you, he always has the dirtiest words to say.

“Rintarou, please,” You whimper and your tall boyfriend squeezes your throat, unknowingly trigger your orgasm.

“You need me to go harder? Huh? You-“ He cuts himself off with a loud grunt as he feels your walls clench around his length, Suna continues to snap his hips into yours and fuck you through your orgasm. “I forgot how much you like getting choke, sweet little thing.”

Tendou Satori

Tendou will tease you all the time

He does not care where the two of you are, he either has a hand around your hip or on your thigh

Tendou does not know subtle either, he probably likes making a show of touching you in front of other people because it shows them who you belong to~

He loves to watch you get flustered and cower under his gaze, when you try to hide from him it just makes him want you even more

Tendou will purposely stand behind you, with his arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried into your neck, so he can grind into your ass

Whenever you’re talking Tendou will purposely drag his eyes all over your body, not hiding in any way that he is staring at your lips or your chest or your thighs

If you stutter or lose your train of thought, he’d be suuuch an asshole

“Keep going angel, what were you saying?”

Innocent bastard.... like he isn’t the one eye fucking you in public

Tendou just likes to play with you and if you try the same thing back with him,,,, he will fuck you right then and there. He goes from playful to serious in seconds

“Now, now, Semisemi you’ll get a girlfriend someday!” Tendou waves to his friend and the brewing setter flicks him off as he walks away. It’s early in the evening and practice just ended when Tendou says goodbye to his teammate. Much to his delight, he finds you outside the gym waiting for him. “Ah, you came to see me, how is my favorite angel today?” He coos and his arms immediately wrap around your shoulders to bring you into this chest.

“Fine,” You roll your eyes, and Tendou smiles fondly down at you, flirting his eyes towards your lips.

“Tell me about your day.” He moves his lanky arms down to your waist and doesn’t ignore the way your breath hitches.

“Well, I had that test in bio today, which was awful, and then in- Tendou!” You scold at his wandering hands, trying to slap them away but Tendou keeps his grip on you. “In literature, I almost fell asleep. Wait why are you asking me when we literally sit right next to each other?” You scoff and Tendou leans down to rub his nose against your jaw.

“Is it a crime for me to be curious about how my little love’s day went?” He pouts at you and you relax into his hold, loving the way he touches you more than anything else.

“I mean with the way you stare at me all day, you’d think you already know how my day went.” You sass back and Tendou nips at your neck, pulling you flush against him so that he can rest one of his legs between your own.

“Touché.” A weak noise slips from your lips as Tendou works his way up to your neck. “You got me there angel.”

Tsukishima Kei

Every time I write something about Tsukishima I always start off with how much of a little shit he is, so here we go. Tsukishima is a little shit

This mf is another one who is very observant so he picks up very easily just how sensitive you are

His eyes would lighten and a small smirk would appear on his face whenever you shudder at his touches

It could be as simple as him running his fingers along your spine and he goes crazy when you whimper, he relishes in all your reactions

When Tsukishima finally understands all the giveaways that tell when you are turned on,,, you’re in a for a long ride

Tsukishima would be so teasing and would act so innocent like “oh my, (Y/N) are you okay?” Or “what’s wrong?”

He will purposely do stuff just to get you all hot and bothered, he’ll stretch his long arms above his head and watch as you drool at the way his shirt rises and exposes his skin

Tsukishima loves how sensitive you are and not for the reason you may think,,,,

Like sure he loves to use it to his advantage to tease you but I think he would LIVE to hear the noises you make every time he touches you

He just likes to know that he is the one making you feel good </33 He loves hearing the praises you have for him, he gets off to it 

“You know how sensitive I am, Kei!” You stomp your foot like a child and your boyfriend just covers his mouth to try and muffle his snickers. His glasses flash when he tilts his head down to hide his face from yours, more specifically so he can get himself under control. “They definitely thought we were going something gross.”

You physically cringe as you think back to the way Yachi gasped at you with wide eyes, her face turned completely red. Yamaguchi reacted pretty much the same as an awkward silence fell over the table. All you wanted was one, nice, double date but that was too much to ask for. Tsukishima simply could not keep his wandering hands to himself.

“Shut up, who cares.” He rolls his eyes and you puff your cheeks out at him, trying to calm yourself down.

“I care! They probably thought that-“ You whine and Tsukishima tilts his head down at you, encouraging you to continue.

“Thought what?” His eyes hold you in place and you turn your face away from him.

“That you were touching me or something!” Tsukishima laughs loudly at your explosive words and you frown even more, he reaches out to grab your hips and squeezes roughly to make you moan once more. “K-Kei, ah.”

“Oh, you mean like they thought I was fingering you or something?” He mocks and you want to slap that smirk right off his face. His vulgar words make you choke. “Sounds like you really wanted me to touch you. Hmm? Don’t worry, I will, you just have to beg first.” 

Your heart is practically beating out of your chest and with the way Tsukishima is towering over you and looking at you with such a hungry gaze, you can’t find it within yourself to be angry at him anymore.

~

Taglist.

@yams046 @why-am-i-sad-and-sleepy

[tothemeadow]

THE REQUEST ARE OPEN AGAINN!! AHHHH CONTINUATION OF PILLAR BODY SWAP THANKYOUUUU

‘switch ‘em up pt. 4′ / Pillars x Reader (now with the Kamaboko Squad!)

warnings: none

words: 2,243

(a/n): I just wanna thank the lovely anon that gave me the idea to this plotline; it helped a lot!

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for reference: Giyuu/Shinobu | Gyomei/Mitsuri | Obanai/Tengen | Sanemi/Muichiro | Kyojuro/you

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“I’m not sure I understand entirely,” Tanjiro confesses, his eyebrows furrowing. “So you’re looking for some special type of herb?”

“Precisely,” Shinobu says.

Overhead, birds chirp and flood the skies, hopping from branch to branch and competing each other with their harmonies. A delicate breeze sweeps through the area, carrying loose leaves and the crisp smell of nature. On any other day, you’d love to come back; however, considering the circumstances, you’d rather not be here.

After much discussion on what should be done to return everyone to their normal bodies, Shinobu voiced an idea that may work – finding a special herb and using its medicinal properties. It’s a bit of a longshot, but it’s not like anyone else has any other better idea. And whether the others voiced it or not, everyone is secretly wishing that this magical plant will bring a miracle.

As such, you and the rest of the Pillars take the trip to Mount Sagiri; Tanjiro insisted he tag along since he knows the area well, plus he wanted to help. Of course, this meant traveling with his two friends, Zenitsu and Inosuke. Truthfully, it’s quite a crowd you’re traveling with, but it should prove to be useful to have extra eyes searching for the herb.

“Giyuu knows this area as well, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find it!” Tanjiro chirps, looking to his friend. Although Giyuu is still stuck inside Shinobu’s body, he looks away, a light blush dusting his face. “Plus, Urokodaki-san should be able to help us!”

“Wait, that old man who used to be the Water Pillar?” Tengen questions.

“Don’t disrespect him,” Giyuu abruptly snaps. The muscle in his jaw ticks. “That is all I ask.”

At that, Tengen lets out a drawn-out whistle. “Damn, alright. Don’t tear my head off, waterworks.”

“Waterworks? What kind of name is that?” Sanemi speaks up. “I think you’ve been inside of Obanai for too long, Tengen. Your insults are starting to turn lame.”

“Fuck you,” Obanai mutters.

“It’s not my fault Obanai doesn’t possess a flamboyant sense of humor!”

With a sigh, you watch on as Tengen, Sanemi, and Obanai start bickering. Frankly, you don’t know why they’re even putting in the effort. Everyone is stuck in a situation that they don’t like, so what’s the point?

Beside you, Zenitsu wrings his hands, an uneasy expression crossing his features. “Uh… Kyojuro? Wait, wait, sorry – (y/n)?” You hum in response. “Are all the Pillars this… tense? Like, normally?”

“Heh. Well, not really. Sanemi’s always got a stick up his ass, and Obanai’s just naturally edgy like that,” you tell him. As you look to him, it strikes you as odd to have to look down at him. You’ve otherwise grown used to the height difference, but it still takes you aback sometimes.

Zenitsu snickers. His unease melts away, his shoulders visibly relaxing. “When you put it that way, it sounds just like that moron Inosuke.”

“Oi! Who the fuck are you calling a moron?!” Inosuke barks.

Quirking an eyebrow, Zenitsu shoots you a bored look. “See what I mean?”

“We’re here!” Tanjiro exclaims.

Having been distracted from the short conversation with Zenitsu, you’ve completely ignored your surroundings. Cursing yourself internally for being so careless, you look ahead, taking in the sight of a small home with an even smaller garden next to it. So this must be Urokodaki’s home, huh? How quaint.

“This doesn’t really look like much,” Muichiro voices. Shifting his attention to Giyuu, he cocks his head. “So this is where you were trained?”

Giyuu nods stiffly. The look on his face – Shinobu’s face – is, well, vulnerable. You haven’t seen him show so much emotion before, and it’s a bit startling. If you’re being entirely honest, it looks as though he’s ready to throw up everything that’s inside his gut.

“It’s just as I remember!” Tanjiro chirps. “It’s nice up here, don’t you think? The air gets thinner from here on up, so please be careful when scaling the mountain.”

As if on cue, the door to the house slides open, revealing an elderly man with a tengu mask adorning his face. The air about him demands respect; it’s more than obvious that this very man was a Pillar, and a strong one at that. You watch on as Tanjiro and Giyuu step up towards the house before dropping into respectful bows. Tanjiro’s movements are much more fluid, more comfortable. Giyuu’s are more… wooden.

“Tanjiro, my boy!” Urokodaki greets. Ushering Tanjiro closer, he greets the young man with a hug. “…Who’s this fine lady with you?”

Tengen laughs.

“Urokodaki-san, it’s me,” Giyuu grumbles. “Giyuu…”

Although you can’t see Urokodaki’s face, you have a pretty good idea of what it’s like. The man falls silent, glances from him to Tanjiro, then he scans over the group behind him. Sure, you can’t blame him for being skeptical; a random swarm of people showing up to your house unexpectedly is bound to raise some questions. However, these are all Pillars he’s dealing with. This isn’t something to take lightly.

“Urokodaki-san,” Tanjiro begins, “we need your help. We’re not entirely sure how, but all the Pillars switched bodies with each other. It’s been like this for a number of days now, and we don’t know how long it’s supposed to last.”

After another moment or so of silence, Urokodaki sighs and crosses his arms. “Listen, kid, that seems a bit… much, don’t you think?”

“It might be some sort of Blood Art!” Tanjiro rushes. “Please, Urokodaki-san!”

Again, another sigh. “So everyone is in another body than their own? Haven’t heard of an ability like that before, but that doesn’t mean it’s not possible.” Nodding in Shinobu’s direction, he says, “So, that’s Giyuu’s body, but it isn’t him?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Shinobu tells him. “Believe me when I say I don’t want to be in Giyuu-san’s body more than I have to.”

“Ehhh?! What’s with all the talking!” Inosuke bursts. “You guys said you wanted to find a plant, not talk to some old coot!”

“Inosuke!” Tanjiro scolds, but he’s too late. In a blink of an eye, Giyuu practically materializes right before Inosuke, his fist colliding with Inosuke’s gut. There’s a loud groan of pain as Inosuke drops to the ground, his hands clutching onto his stomach. To the side, both Zenitsu and Tengen break out into fits of laughter.

“I told you not to disrespect him,” Giyuu grunts.

“Ohoho!” Kyojuro booms, just as loud as always. At this rate, he’s going to blow out your vocal cords before you can get them back. “How loyal, Giyuu! I’m impressed!”

Rolling your eyes, you break away from the group, opting to join Tanjiro. “Urokodaki-san,” you greet, giving a polite bow, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. Listen, I know this is a complicated situation, but we really need to find this plant. It’s crucial that we do.”

Urokodaki hums. “I know you – you’re Rengoku Shinjuro’s boy, aren’t you?”

“Huh? Well, technically – but I’m not Kyojuro. I’m (l/n) (y/n), the Wild Pillar.”

“You’re not? Figures. This whole “switched body” conundrum is making my brain work in ways it hasn’t worked in years.” Urokodaki waves a dismissive hand at you. “Whatever. If all of you are willing to look for such a plant, feel free to scale the mountain to your heart’s content. I’ll get dinner started.”

“Thank you so much!” Tanjiro chirps. After Urokodaki slides the door shut behind him, the two of you turn back to the others, smiles plastered on both of your faces. “Everyone – it’s time! Let’s turn you all back to normal!”

-

After hours of searching, no one has come up with anything. Granted, a vast variety of edible plants line the mountain – all of them useful in one way or another – but it’s not the dreaded silva you’re looking for. Shinobu said it was vine-like, with delicate leaves shaped like bells. The only you found worth of any interest was watching Inosuke eat almost every mushroom he could find and crack open acorns like they were nothing.

Soon, the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of peach and berry. The view was simply breathtaking, and you had to stop to take it in for a few moments.

“It’s always been like that,” Giyuu says quietly. Stopping next to you, he gazes at the setting sun, a wistful gleam in his eyes. “Most of the time, we were too busy training to watch it, though.”

Now that you think about it, Giyuu has been acting weird ever since arriving. Call it intuition, but you’re almost positive that he was feeling guilty about something. And he said we instead of I, so that only confirms your suspicion. Glancing around, you imagine a younger Giyuu descending the mountain, panting like crazy in the thin air, narrowly avoiding the numerous traps Urokodaki set up. If he experienced anything like the pain roaring in your back and sides right now, you’re amazed he dared to set foot back on this very mountain.

“Thinking back to simpler times, huh?” you ask, voice soft.

Giyuu scoffs. “The training was far from simple, but yeah. Things were a lot more different then.”

As if acting on its own, your arm slings itself around Giyuu, tugging him closer and holding him against your body. With him in Shinobu’s body, he’s so small, his head nestled against your chest. At first, he tenses up, but then slowly relaxes in your hold. Ever since switching bodies, you’ve noticed Kyojuro’s personality starting to bleed into yours. Hell, even his body is trying to one up you.

“I miss him,” Giyuu whispers.

Your heart drops to your stomach at his tone. “…Who?”

“Oi! Are you two just gonna stand there or are you coming back down?” Sanemi snaps.

Muttering a curse under your breath, you pull away, but you keep a hand on Giyuu’s forearm. “You’re helping me down, got it? This mountain gives me the creeps and I don’t want to get rammed by another damned log. Seriously – how did Urokodaki-san even set them up?”

Despite the saddened glint in his eyes, Giyuu manages to crack a smile.

-

The inside of Urokodaki’s house is cramped, but it’s also very homely. Scattered around the living area, each person more or less sticks to themselves, too much in pain to engage in lively conversation. Shinobu treats to the wounds, making sure bones are intact and intestines didn’t take too much of a beating. The only ones completely unaffected are Tanjiro and Giyuu, but that much is obvious.

“So what now?” Mitsuri asks. Still in Gyomei’s colossal body, she’s probably one of the Pillars that’s had the most trouble adjusting to her new form. “We’re not going to give up looking, are we?”

“I didn’t think it was this rare,” Shinobu admits. “Perhaps we were looking at the wrong spots on the mountain? It’s possible.”

“Take a breather before springing back into motion,” Urokodaki says. Sitting before the hearth, he absentmindedly prepares some tea. “Think, plan, then go about your business. A mindless game of hide and seek isn’t going to produce any results.

“Mmph! Mmph!” Nezuko agrees (or you think so, anyway). You’ve only met her a handful of times outside of her box, but you enjoy her company very much.

“Wait,” Shinobu suddenly says, snapping upright. “Urokodaki-san, what’s that you’re grinding up right now?”

Setting down his mortar and pestle, Urokodaki busies his hands with plucking apart wildflowers. “It’s silva. It grows right out here in my garden.”

At that, Shinobu’s draw drops. “By the gods-“ She facepalms, then, and groans. “That’s the herb we were looking for! You’re telling me that it’s been down here the entire time?!”

“Why didn’t you say what you were looking for?” Urokodaki says. “Could’ve saved a lot of time.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Sanemi curses.

“That wasn’t very flamboyant of you,” Tengen chimes in. “I agree with Sanemi – this is bullshit.”

Urokodaki shrugs. “And how is that my fault? You’re all Pillars, are you not? Shame on you for being unobservant.”

“Urokodaki-san, please,” Tanjiro says.

“Alright, alright, fine.” In a couple of minutes, he prepares the tea as planned and pours it into a number of ceramic cups. “Since you’re all on my ass about it, drink up.”

“Uh, should we really be drinking this…?” Zenitsu squeaks, staring down at his own cup.

“Stop being a pussy!” Inosuke cackles. Tipping his head back, he downs his tea in one go.

Everyone more or less follows suit, taking sips of their own tea. As you set your own cup down, you feel the beginning of a warm, pleasant sensation in your lower tummy.

“Hey, Shinobu?” Tanjiro asks. “Is the herb supposed to make you feel sleepy?” At his words, Nezuko slumps to the floor. One by one, all the others drop like flies, yourself included.

Some time passes before your eyes crack back open. The inside of Urokodaki’s house is dark; from the crickets chirping and an owl hooting nearby, you quickly realize that it’s nighttime, and it’s probably late. With a groan, you sit up, dragging a hand across your face in the process. Wait… that’s not your hand, and it’s not Kyojuro’s either. Squinting through the darkness, you’re able to make out slight details, but it’s enough to make your heart sink. The herb didn’t work.

You’re in Giyuu’s body instead.

[drspencerweed]

Can I have a concept where reader forgets her glasses, so Spencer lends her his, and he thinks she looks adorable AF but is too nervous to say anything as they're not dating yet, until Morgan convinces him to say something. (either baby or post prison Spence please!) 🥑

okay obviously im going with baby spence bc i have a type and its baby spence 

also for the sake of this fic we’re gonna assume they have the same prescription :) 

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You were tearing your desk apart, looking under every single sheet of paper and behind every picture frame. You had already upended your purse to no avail, and you were starting to loose hope. Spencer walked up to his desk across from yours, taking off his satchel and observing your frantic motions. 

“What are you looking for?” He asked, sliding into his chair. 

“My glasses.” You answered, and then gave a resigned sigh and sat down. “I think I left them at home, though.” 

“Oh! I think I have a pair in my desk. You wear +1.25 in each eye right?” He said, already digging through his drawers. 

Your eyebrows raised in shock, “I- Yeah. I do.” You knew he remembered everything but sometimes it shocked you the little details about you he knew. Repeating a mantra you had going on for several months now, you thought It doesn’t mean anything. He’s a literal genius. He didn’t remember it because you’re special. Having a crush on someone like him was hard, because it was impossible to tell if he was doing things because he liked you or just because he was Spencer. 

“Here they are!” He pulled his glasses from his desk, the pair you had seen him wear on the infrequent days that he forgot his contacts or couldn’t be bothered with them. You slipped them on and everything came into focus, the papers in front of you finally reading words and not blurs. You beamed at him. 

“Thank you so much.” You immediately got to work, and failed to notice the way Spencer stared at you. He was mesmerized by how you looked in his glasses. He already thought you were ridiculously cute, but seeing you sit there with his own glasses on and a scrunched up face while you concentrated was nearly too much for him. 

The day went on, and you made your usual small talk and discussions about cases, all while Spencer was panicking because of how you looked. It made his mind wander to what you would look like in his clothes. If he lent you a coat, or you stole his hoodie, or you slipped on his tshirt instead of your own. He felt like he was going crazy, feeling a bit possessive and a lot creepy thinking about you in those scenarios. 

Towards the end of the day, he was in the break room making what had to be his eighth cup of coffee, and trying not to stare at you. You were pouring over files from their last case, making sure everything in the report was perfect, and he thought it was the best you ever looked. Concentrating, focused, eyebrows furrowed slightly. You were a picture of intelligence and you were wearing his glasses. 

“What’re you looking at?” Morgan asked from behind him, making him jump and nearly spill his coffee. 

“I-I wasn’t- I just-” Spencer stuttered, but Morgan was already following his eye line to see you there, sitting in Spencer’s glasses. 

“Oh, I see.” Morgan laughed, wrapping an arm around Spencer and clapping him on the shoulder. “You like how [Y/N] looks in your glasses, huh?” He teased. Spencer blushed furiously and turned away, breaking his eye line with you and brushing Morgan off. 

“She left hers at home.” He tried to defend, but he knew it was weak. Morgan chuckled at him. 

“Just tell her she looks cute. She’ll appreciate it!” 

“She’ll think I’m creepy.” Spencer sighed, stirring his coffee. He had thought so many times about asking you out, but he knew you were only nice to him because you had to be. He couldn’t imagine a world where someone like you would go after someone like him. 

“She’ll think you’re sweet. Now, go.” Morgan encouraged, pushing him out of the break room. Spencer stared at you from the other side of the bullpen, and tried to think about what Morgan said. Maybe he should just go for it. Maybe one compliment wouldn’t kill him. He took a deep breath and walked up to your desk with a sense of false bravado. 

“You look really cute in my glasses.” He said quickly. You looked up at him, shocked. Your mouth hung open a little and before you could respond, Spencer was regretting his decision. “N-Not that you don’t always look cute! Or that I’ve been looking at you, or that you need me to look cute or-”

“Spence.” You cut him off. He made eye contact with you again and saw you were smiling slightly. “Do you really think so?” You asked shyly. It was his turn to drop his jaw, as he tried to figure out how you could possibly not see it. You pushed the glasses up the bridge of your nose and his heart thumped in his chest. 

“I- yea. Of course I do.” He reassured. You smiled brightly. 

“Thank you.” You said quietly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Spencer wrung his hands together and sat down at his desk, trying and failing not to watch you.  You seemed to contemplate something for a moment beforee you dropped your pen and looked up at him. “Would you like to get dinner with me tomorrow after work?” you asked. 

His eyebrows jumped up his forehead. It’s not like they hadn’t hung out outside of work before, but you had never asked him this formally. It felt....different somehow. “Y-yea. Sure.” He answered with a smile. You smiled back at him. 

“Great. It’s a date.” 

[dreamingmanip]

PROMPT LISTS FOR IMAGINES

HELLO GUYS!

It’s me, sorry for not being active this past month but it was crazy. Being an adult it’s not like how I’ve imagined it haha. But I made this two prompt list you can use to request me some imagines while I write the next story I’m working on.

As always, I only write for Jay Halstead.

It can take sometime but I hope not too long to get it posted. You can request here.

So here yo go.

PROMPT LIST MIX

You will find a mix of fluff, angsty,sad prompts.

 “Didn’t I kick you out?” “Yes, but-” “No. Out”.

 “You know you’re my favorite, right?” “I better be”.

 “I had a thought” “Oh no” “I swear it’s a good one this time”.

 “Damn right I’m pretty” “I said petty”.

 “You know you’re in love with her, right?” “Since when?” “Since pretty much always. That’s why I’m breaking up with you”.

 “What the hell are you doing here?” “Yeah, in this situation you’re not allowed to ask that question”.

 “It’s pointless to count stars” “It’s also pointless to count freckles, but I know you have 24 on the edge of your right hand”.

 “I need to de-stress” “Where are you going?” “To demolish the living room”.

 “I don’t think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl” “I didn’t either”.

 “This is the biggest decision of your lives and you’re going to arm wrestle for it?” “Why not?”.

 “I’ve discovered I love you” “When did you discover this?” “Since all my decisions started to revolve around you”.

 “You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”.

 “I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you”.

 “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”.

 “Whatever possessed you to do that should possess you more often”.

 “You dreamt of this?” “Yes. Don’t judge me” “I’m not” “Yes you are, those are your judging eyes”.

 “Look at you, using fancy words at me. you’ve certainly grown up, haven’t you”.

 “Did any of these assholes mess with you” “No. You’ve marked your territory so hard they’re scared to even say ‘hello’”.

 “Why are your hands purple?” “That’s a very good question”.

 “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge” “Can I pick?”

 “I didn't have a choice then, so I’m making it now”.

 “Stop that. It’s too early for you to be in such a good mood” ''It’s four-thirty in the afternoon”.

 “I don’t give a damn” “You give so many damns they’ve visible from space”.

 “Really? A farm?” “Don’t judge me, I like the quiet”.

 “That’s definitely not true” “Of course it is. I read it on Wikipedia”.

 “I love you” “So, you finally admit it?”

 “Why are you still here?” “Because I care about you, you asshole”.

 “You tell me how it’s your fault, and I’ll tell you how you’re wrong”.

 “I don’t understand” “Do you trust me?” “Yes” “Then you know enough”.

 “What can I do to make you feel as beautiful as you look to me?”

Sources: Pinterest

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thefakeredheadwrites (thefakeredhead.com)

PROMPT LIST ANGST

“I mean, yeah, I didn’t need my heart anyway. Who cares if it breaks?”

“I was just kind of hoping that you’d, you know… fall in love with me”.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to love me”.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”.

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything”.

“It isn’t up for debate”.

“I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired”.

“I’m fine. Stop asking”.

“Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

“Is this how little you think of me?”

“Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?”

“You said you’d always be there for me… so how did this happen? Why weren’t you there?”

“Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

“I’d rather leave than deal with you right now”.

“I did care. I used to care”.

“I’ve really had enough with your shit”.

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you!”

“Why do you run away from your problems all the time?”

“You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling up won’t do any good”.

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression”.

“I never stood a chance, did I? That’s the sad part, you did once”.

“Don’t you see I’m trying?”

“It 's okay. You can leave. They all do”.

“I wasn’t ready to say goodbye”.

“Stop pushing everyone away”.

“Don’t make this already harder than it already is”.

“Are you even listening?”

“What are you so afraid of?” “You!”

“This is all your fault”.

Oh, so you have a heart now?”

Sources: Pinterest

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 7]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, fingering, daddy!kink, dirty talk, ‘cuz you can touch touch me~ 😏 ur gonna need to imagine headband/bandana wearing left&right cheol for this cuz that’s the fantasy i was imagining for this chapter the entire time i was writing it hehe 🍒 quick apologies to anyone who thinks this is moving a little slow 😩 I literally don’t know how to shut up and I end up writing too much LMAO and as always, thank you for the continued interest! Have a great weekend bbys! 💕 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - ?

dom.cheol has donated $400

therealchan99: yea this is about right on course

dom.cheol: what, did u miss me? 😏

gentleman_josh95: loosely

chwenon: more like the obscenely large donations were missing lolol

You jokingly roll your eyes, exhaling deeply as you push your toys off to the side of the bed. You’d just finished your Saturday show without a hitch, albeit feeling a little lonely. “Aww, c’mon you guys! Don’t tease~” Glancing around the room, it did feel a little odd to you now that Seungcheol wasn’t there but he had called earlier in the day and told you that it might’ve been better if he stayed back.

In truth, you understood exactly how he felt.

Part of you was ready to throw all caution out of the window when it came to Seungcheol and he felt it too. But at the same time, you knew it wouldn’t be that easy and that there were still things that the two of you needed to discuss before deep diving into intimacy, especially when it came to powerplay.

kitty_junjun: hey dont take this in a weird way but like

kitty_junjun: i feel like i saw u earlier today…

universe_WZ: ooo i never thought abt that before

sleepy_wonu has donated $75

xcaliburDK: have ppl recognized u irl before? :o

dom.cheol: i feel like i might’ve seen u irl before too…

Your cheeks bloom a hot pink; a nervous giggle on your lips. “Oh! I mean, yeah, there’s been a handful of times. I’ll wear wigs out sometimes though. Can’t have people calling me out in a grocery store, y’know?”

kitty_junjun: wait so maybe i did see u? I dont wanna give out locations tho…

“Maybe! I’m still out on my little weekend trip and I was out and about earlier~ if you see me next time, don’t hesitate to say hi! I promise I don’t bite~” You pause, leaning closer into the webcam as you wink.

“Unless you want me to~”

You start running a bath right after you end your show, stretching and turning on some music as you start to unwind. Thankfully you didn’t have a tiring show today, so you decided to take the rest of the night to pamper yourself in preparation for your day with Seungcheol.

Biting your lip, you pick up your phone, already seeing a multitude of messages from Seungcheol on your lockscreen.

cheollie ✨: don’t forget ur glass of water!

cheollie ✨: also don’t forget i’m picking you up at 9:30am

cheollie ✨: hope ur ready to spend all day at the roller rink with me baby

You can’t help but grin, already excited to see how Seungcheol spent his day at work. Typing a response, you quickly hit send before setting your phone down onto the nightstand and making your way to the bathroom.

‘I can’t wait! I’m so excited~ u promised me free skates and free food so don’t forget!!’

It’s exactly 9:29AM when Seungcheol messages you that he’s downstairs.

You check yourself in the mirror one last time, smoothing down your dress and hair and grabbing your bag before you rush down to meet Seungcheol. 

There’s a mild feeling of nervousness that pours over you, but you quickly shake it off once you see his blue headed figure standing outside of the lobby.

“‘Cheollie!”

He turns around to face you just as you stop in your tracks; gasping when you see the cute way he’s styled his hair for today. “Whoa… wow, uh, j-just.. Wow. You look great in bandanas...”

Seungcheol laughs, eyes forming crescents. “I don’t usually work the weekends so I thought I’d spice it up a little. Guess it looks good?” You can only nod shakily, mentally cursing yourself when you feel the arousal already pooling inside your body. He winks at you once, opening the passenger’s side door as you slide into his car.

“Hope you’re ready to have a boring day at the roller rink with me.” He gives you a tight lipped smile, shutting your door before he rounds the car to get in on the driver’s side.

“I’m telling you, it’s not going to be… y’know, anything crazy.”

“Who says it has to be! I’m excited to see where you work and anyway you promised!” You tease, poking him in the arm as he starts the car. “I know, I know… I just---I don’t want you to be disappointed. I bet you thought I was some rich old hotshot before, huh?” Seungcheol shoots you a glance, smiling gently.

“Mmm.. not really.”

“No? You didn’t think I was some lonely CEO with loads of money with a thing for camgirls?”

You laugh at his response, placing your hand over his on the gear shift.

“Nah, if there’s anything I thought about you, it was that you were way too nice to be on some camming website.”

The two of you have idle conversation as Seungcheol takes his time to drive to the roller rink. In all honesty, he was a little nervous himself, although he’d never say it to your face.

“Oh my god, is that it?! It’s so cute!”

He parks close to the entrance, turning the car off as he jogs over to your side to help you out. “‘Cheol, you know you don’t have to be so sweet~” You pout, latching onto his arm as he locks the car.

“Oh but I do. You deserve to be spoiled once in a while!”

A blush coats your cheeks yet again, shy eyes fixated on the floor as he walks you towards the entrance. “Yeah, but all you ever do is spoil me… That sybian was no joke and my god, Seungcheol, the price! I almost had half a mind to return it…” You end in a mumble. Seungcheol laughs, opening the door for you as you unlatch from his arm and step in first.

“You’re worth spoiling. Now stop worrying, okay? I promise I’m not up to anything illegal in order to afford your gifts.” Giggling, you lean up to kiss him on the cheek, nodding firmly.

“Fiiiiine, I trust you, y’know?”

“I know, baby. I trust you too, now let’s go meet my best friend who’s going to play butler for you today.”

He leads you over to the concession stand where an equally tall yet bored male stands. “Hey, Jeongguk!” The said male looks up from his phone, eyebrow quirking when the two of you walk up. “Uh, hey Seungcheol-hyung…” Seungcheol feels a weird tenseness fall over the three of you, clearing his throat to get Jeongguk’s attention when he finds the younger male staring.

“Um, this is my friend. She’s---uh, she’s gonna be hanging out here for the rest of the day. I promised her that you’d give her free food, so uh, just--just let me know how much it is so I can tell Namjoon to take it out of my paycheck.” Jeongguk grins, a sly look in his eyes when he finally meets Seungcheol’s concerned eyes.

“Sure! Can I talk to you over there? It’s about our paychecks actually.” Jeongguk turns to you, leaning over the counter. “Sorry, employee only info, ch--uuuuuh, you know the deal.”

“Yeah, of course!”

Jeongguk points off to the side, gesturing to Seungcheol who follows suit.

The younger male makes sure they’re a safe distance away, watching as you pluck your phone out of your purse before he starts talking in harsh whispers. “What the fuck, dude!? You’re---no, you’re not fucking Cherry. She doesn’t have a boyfriend so what the fuck?”

The blood drains from Seungcheol’s face; the feeling in his fingers going numb as his throat goes dry. “Wuh--what? What are you---what are you talking about?” Jeongguk scoffs, eyes rolling jokingly.

“So, hyung, how do you know her?”

“You’re asking me?! How do you know her!?” Seungcheol’s eye twitches just as Jeongguk shoots him an incredulous look, arms crossed in mock annoyance. “I’m a horny boy, what can I say.”

“Please do not ever use those words to describe yourself again.”

The younger male stands in silence, nodding in thought.  

“Fuck, wow, I should’ve noticed. All those extra shifts you were taking, the reason why you could never come hang… You don’t like working here as much as Yoongi-hyung but you--holy---holy shit, wait--you… you can’t be…”

Fuck, here it comes.

“You’re fucking ‘dom.cheol’ aren’t you? You’re the one always leaving her insane fuckin’ donations all the time… and the gifts.. Oh my god. The ‘cheol’ was from Seungcheol, I should’ve known...”

Seungcheol dies a million deaths inside his head; the ringing in his ears becoming unbearable while Jeongguk stares at him in mild disbelief. “It all clocks out, holy fuck. No wonder you were so fucking eager to pick up so many extra shifts…” Seungcheol’s mouth opens and closes a few times, unsure what to say.

“I mean, fuck hyung, I--I’m kind of impressed but wow. You think you know a guy, huh?” Jeongguk laughs, patting the older male on the shoulder. “She’s only one of the hottest camgirls out there right now. You’re a lucky man, hyung.”

A weird possessiveness washes over Seungcheol, hands gently balling up into fists at his side. “Okay, well, she… she’s just here to chill, alright? Don’t do anything weird. And most of all, don’t say anything weird either.” The younger male nods, already walking back to where you were standing.

“Hey, sorry, hyung’s paycheck is gonna be pretty sad next week and I had to let him down gently. Anyway, I’m Jeongguk. You are?”

You give him a fake name; shaking his hand over the counter as he grins at you.

“It’s my pleasure.”

You spend the first two hours on the floor skating; catching Seungcheol’s eyes on you from time to time as he sits nearby cleaning skates. The place seemed pretty empty, which was something that Seungcheol was immensely glad for.

Eventually you skate off out of the rink, making your way to Seungcheol who smiles at you when you come sit next to him. “Told you. Bored already, huh?” The two of you share a laugh, watching as the few other people continue to skate around the rink.

“I mean… it’s different! Right about now I’d usually be six episodes into a new series or something… It’s nice to be somewhere else and doing something different.”

He nods in return, slightly pouting when he turns to face you. “I hate that you have to go home tonight.” You mirror his sentiments, lips quirking into a sad smile.

“I know… I don’t wanna go home…”

Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek, eyes flitting over to Jeongguk. “Hey, maybe we can bail a little early. This place is pretty dead anyway, and I--I can have Jeongguk clock me out when he leaves. My shift is supposed to end at 3PM and it’s noon now so… We can leave in a hour? Maybe get a late lunch?”

“Seungcheol… I don’t want you to get in trouble…” You mumble, brows furrowing in concern. “Really, it’s okay! We can just hang here ‘til then and still have time to get dinner!” He sighs, knowing you were right. Now was not the right time to be testing the waters with Jeongguk and Namjoon.

“Okay, okay, you win, baby.”

It takes 45 minutes.

45 minutes and a free drink from the concession stand before your mind starts wandering.

You watch Seungcheol converse with Jeongguk behind the concession stand; his cute laugh sending you into orbit when your eyes meet and you can’t stop the thrums of lust pouring over your body when a certain idea pops into your head.

Seungcheol turns his attention back to the younger male and you quickly start to unlace your skates and put your normal shoes back on before Seungcheol’s entire break gets taken up. 

You walk up to the two; Seungcheol cleaning off his hands before he exits from behind the counter.

“Seungcheol…” You softly call out; a look of concern crossing his features when he stops in front of you. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, mmhmm! I just--I need to talk to you, if that’s okay?” Jeongguk already turns to leave, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You drag Seungcheol away, tugging him towards an even emptier part of the roller rink as the concern builds up inside of him. “I have an idea.” He feels himself gulp, already anticipating what you have to say.

“And…?”

“Well… It’s… It won’t t-take long I don’t think, just… hear me out?” You question gently, head tilting cutely up at Seungcheol who already knows he can’t say no to you. “Okay, shoot.”

“Wh--what if we… film a small POV v-video… like, not a live one! Just a small upload on my channel to test the waters maybe? I just---you don’t have to say anything and--and it’ll be quick, and--and like, nothing major just a little, um, f-fingering and--oh my god, sorry, I shouldn’t have a-asked, that’s just---I’m s-sorry I was thinking about it and it kinda got to me and I’m---I’m kinda already wet just thinking about it and--”

“No, let’s… let’s do it. To be fair, people seem to like risqué public things like that right?” A crimson blush falls on Seungcheol’s cheeks as he turns the tables, wrapping a hand around your wrist as he walks you to the employee restroom. “It’s… there shouldn’t be anyone in here so we should be safe.” He mutters, checking to make sure before he ushers you inside and locks the door behind him.

“I don’t know what to do so you’ll have to guide me a little here, baby.”

You nod, pulling your phone out and opening the camera app. Scrolling, you put it in video mode, clicking the red button before passing it to Seungcheol. “I’ve never done it either but I’m sure I can just… crop it and I m-mean it’s meant to be a little shoddy, right?” You giggle nervously, body already on fire when Seungcheol makes the camera face you. “You don’t have to say anything if you’re not comfortable with your voice being in the video, I just need… this.”

You reach for his free hand, playing with it as you run your fingertips across the veins. “I’m sorry, daddy… I just… I couldn’t help but think about your fingers inside my tight pussy...” Seungcheol almost loses his grip on your phone; palm clammy when he watches as you bring his hand underneath your short dress.

“Please… please, won’t daddy fuck me with his fingers? I promise I’ll be good for the rest of the day if he lets me cum on his fingers…” You whine.

Seungcheol isn’t ready to have his voice heard yet, so he nods, fingers twitching in your hold.

You take this as an okay to continue, dragging his hand up until his knuckles graze your panties. “O-oh, fuck…”

This time Seungcheol takes the lead; his own body ablaze when he can already feel your wetness soaking through your panties. He presses into it, digging his fingers into the wet material until it sticks to you like a second skin. “D-daddy, please, please, put them inside, I need it!!” You mewl, trying to keep your voice down as much as possible while still being audible enough on camera.

He shoots you a look; one that tells you to hike your dress up until your soaking panties are seen through the camera lens. And you easily follow, holding your dress up as Seungcheol drops to his knees, angling the camera upwards until only his fingers and your clothed pussy are in view. You spread your legs a little more, back resting on the wall behind you.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer…”

He gulps once, saying a prayer before he slowly pushes your panties to the side. And you all but lose any semblance of sanity the second he runs his fingertips through your wetness, pussy clenching around emptiness. “Fuck--fuck me, please!”

Once Seungcheol deems his fingers wet enough, his eyes meet yours, asking for silent consent before he makes any further moves. You nod frantically, fingers gripping the material of your dress tightly.

Seungcheol bites his lip the second he starts sinking his first finger into your tight warmth; already feeling the drool pooling in his mouth when you moan loudly. He starts a slow pace, mentally noting just how obscenely wet you are when he drags his finger out slowly. “Ngh, daddy m-more, please, I can take it, I wanna be f-full~” He gives it a few more thrusts of his index finger before he adds his middle finger; this time slowly sinking both digits into your pussy as you whimper above him.

His eyes flit up, mesmerized when he sees your face contort in bliss. “O-oh my god, I’m--I’m already so close… Daddy’s fingers are so much bigger and thicker than mine, it fuh--feels so good…” You mutter; squirming when Seungcheol doesn’t move.

And it takes him a second; too fixated on the way your tight walls only seem to suck his fingers in deeper.

But he starts a moderate pace, scissoring and curling his fingers inside of you until you’re reduced to whines and soft breathy moans.

He can already feel you getting tighter around his fingers after a few more minutes; doubling his pace when you start to beg.

“Oh my god, oh my god, ‘m so close, fuck! P-please touch my clit, daddy, please make m-me c--cum!”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his pants but he focuses on you, thumb immediately on your clit as he rubs harsh and quick circles on the swollen nub. He doesn’t know how much time has passed or if his break is over, but the look of absolute pleasure on your face is enough to make him not care.

He curls his fingers into your g-spot, holding them still as he continuously rubs your clit until you’re cumming; thighs shaking as you let out shaky breaths above him.

“Oh m-my god, daddy!” You mumble in a hurried frenzy, thighs clamping around his hand between your legs as the pleasure washes over you.

Seungcheol lets you ride out your high, gently wiggling his fingers inside of you as he starts to slow down.

“Mmh… Seungcheol…”

Oh fuck.

He definitely liked it when you moaned his name. 

“Y-yes…?” It’s his cue to turn off the camera, shaky finger pressing the ‘stop’ button. He gently slides his fingers out of you, muttering an apology when you wince.

“You don’t have to say sorry! It’s just… ‘m sensitive…” You mewl, already missing the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “Y-yeah, of course! I, um, I hope that was okay? I’ll give you a second to get cleaned up, I’ll uh, run and get you some water.”

You nod in response, thanking him before he quickly washes off his hands and bolts out of the restroom; ears and cheeks redder than a tomato.

Once you’re alone, you quickly open your camera roll, clicking on the video as you hurriedly crop out the beginning and end, making sure that the short video didn’t have any incriminating details before you open up your camming homepage.

There’s a moment of unsureness that makes you pause. You bite the inside of your cheek, weighing the potential outcomes of posting this to your page. 

But before you can change your mind, you quickly start the upload; adding a title and a short description before you lock your phone to let it process.

In the meantime, you get cleaned up, checking your appearance in the mirror once before picking up your phone again. Unlocking it, you find the upload has finished and you exhale sharply, publishing the video before locking the device again.

You move to exit the restroom, already finding Seungcheol holding a bottle of water on the other side.

“Oh, there you are! Everything okay?”

“Mmhmm! I uploaded the video before I could change my mind so I’m a little nervous…” You trail off, accepting the bottle that Seungcheol passes you.

“Well, the good news is, we’re bailing, now. I told ‘Guk to clock me out so we should get out of here so I can get your mind off of that.”

He shoots you a genuine smile, offering his hand which you take.

“Let’s fuckin’ get some ice cream, I think we deserve it.”

Seungcheol takes you on a scenic drive, taking you to an ice cream shop further away from town.

The two of you sit down in a booth towards the back of the shop and he helps clear your head, talking about various topics to keep your mind off of the huge risk you’d just taken.

“Anyway, that’s one of the reasons why I’m never bar-hopping with ‘Guk again. He’s got no limit, nobody can keep up and nobody wants to keep paying the uber fees.” You laugh as Seungcheol finishes his story, taking a sip of your milkshake.

You can’t help but sigh after a few seconds, pouting at Seungcheol who blinks questioningly at you. “‘Cheollie, I don’t wanna go home…” He stares back, unsure of what to say. A million different thoughts run through his mind in the split second before he opens his mouth.

“Why don’t you stay with me for a couple more days?”

Seungcheol doesn’t understand the gravity of his words until they spill out of his mouth; a panicked look on his face when you go completely silent in the seat across from him. “I m-mean, uh, I mean, like, fuck. I’m sorry, that must’ve been way too out of bounds. I just---it’s just, you don’t want to go home and---and I can take care of you while you’re here! Even if it’s just a couple days. I can help you film too!” He curses himself for rambling; immediately shutting himself up.

“I--I don’t want to bother you, ‘Cheol… That’s really too kind of you…” A shy blush coats your skin; chewing on your bottom lip when you shyly avoid his gaze. “A-and my filming stuff is back home too… I brought a few toys with me so I could film my weekend shows but--but my camera…”

“I can ask Jeongguk!”

You shoot him a bewildered look, brow quirking. “He--he streams sometimes too, like, video games ‘n shit. He actually offered me his extra equipment a while back, if I ever wanted to get into it myself. I can ask to borrow it, if you want?”

You drink in his words, unsure. The thought of staying with Cheol might’ve danced across your mind a handful of times, but now that the offer was on the table, you weren’t sure how to respond.

You trusted Seungcheol, and you knew by now that he would never do anything to hurt or betray you. But this was a far leap from how things were the last time you’d seen him.

“Listen, I can see the cogs in your head turning, baby. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’m not forcing your hand into anything you don’t want. But I know you’ve been wanting to get out a ‘lil more and… well, in truth, I think it’d be nice for both of us? I can take care of you while you’re here with me and we can keep each other company.” He pauses, smiling at you from across the booth. “But I can also take you back to your hotel room and let you pack so you don’t get home too late.”

“‘Cheol I trust you.. It’s just that… I’m s-scared…”

“Scared? Of what, baby?”

The warmth blooms inside of you; shy eyes meeting his.

“Scared that I’m not gonna wanna go home…”

Seungcheol takes it easy for the rest of the day and doesn’t make an effort to get an answer out of you. He takes you around the city, tugging you into shops he thinks you’d like and walking around with you aimlessly until the sun goes down.

But time seems to go even faster once he takes you to dinner; a sigh on his lips when he knows he has to bring the topic back up.

“I hate to ask but… I have to take you back to your hotel after this so…” Seungcheol trails off, leaving it open-ended for you.

“I know… I just want to know… Why do you like me so much?”

The question takes Seungcheol by surprise; eyes wide as saucers. “I--I’m sorry I don’t follow?” You chuckle under your breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s just… we were strangers, kind of, before Friday, you know what I mean? And now you’re offering your place to me to just… crash at for a few days? What if I rob you blind? Or what--what if you try something with me that I don’t like?” You suddenly start catastrophizing; mind going a mile a minute with potential outcomes.

“Hey, whoa, whoa, wait. Calm down, sweetheart. It’s okay! Breathe!” You let out a shaky exhale, groaning as you hide your face in your palms. “God, ‘Cheol, ‘m sorry, I--I really want to stay with you for a few days. It’s just that my brain is going light speed and I can’t keep up. I really like you too, you’ve been nothing but kind and sweet and you’re so handsome, it’s just so crazy to me...” Your words are slightly muffled but Seungcheol catches it, a soft chuckle on his lips when he leans his head on his palm.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa and leave you alone. You can take the bed. Hell, you can even rob me blind and I’d say thank you.”

He reaches his free hand over, fingers circling your wrist as he pulls your hand down. “And I’m offering you my place because I like you as you. You’re cute and funny, and so fuckin’ humble. And I want to get to know you better. In person, y’know?”

“Y-yeah… I wanna get to know you better too. And it’s only a couple days right?”

“Right.”

Seungcheol drives you back to your hotel, a smile on his face when he sees you in better spirits.

He parks his car in front, turning to face you. “So I’ll just wait here while you grab your things and check out, okay? I’ll contact ‘Guk to see if I can swing by and take that extra equipment he offered.”

This time you nod cheerily, body buzzing with excitement as you hurriedly step out of his car. “I’ll be quick!”

He gives it a moment before he picks his phone up, taking a deep breath before typing out a message to the younger male.

‘Hey, ‘Guk I have a favour. Get back to me asap if u can.’

Jeon 🥴 : bold of u to msg me…

Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features; fingers hovering over the keyboard. ‘What are you talking about?’

Jeongguk takes a second to send a screenshot, Seungcheol’s cheeks burning a crimson colour when he sees the content.

Jeon 🥴: it’s the employee restroom for me.

Jeon 🥴: bruh it’s also the fuckin way i knew it was u before i even played the video… fuck man is that why u too so long on ur break? u do kno u went over right, I clocked it cuz i was expecting u to come back sooner

Jeon 🥴: for the rec im not mad, actually im impressed just cant believe this is u

Seungcheol ignores Jeongguk’s messages, instead opening the screenshot again and re-reading the video title.

‘I was so needy… 🥺 so I asked daddy to finger me in public…’

Jeon 🥴: bitch i kno ur reading this im dropping the hyung bc u kept this from me!!

Jeon 🥴: after i even offered u my extra camming stuff u were already doing it behind my back…

Seungcheol rolls his eyes at the younger male’s dramatic nature, fingers quickly swiping across the keyboard.

‘Alright, I’m sorry okay? I just didn’t think my online habits needed to be public knowledge and for the record, that was the first time I’ve ever done anything like that. I promise no more secrets, unless absolutely necessary. And also speaking of that extra equipment, can I swing by and grab it from your place?’

Jeon 🥴: r u gonna cam now? u got one sip of the devils juice and now ur all in?

‘Would u stop being dramatic oh my god. It’s not for me, it’s for ‘cherry’. She’s going to be staying with me for a few days and I fully expect you to keep your mouth shut on this.’

Seungcheol grimaces when he calls you by your online handle; already feeling unfamiliar with it.

Jeon 🥴: o i c. sure, u can come pick it up, simp. I’ll make sure she’s got all the necessary things before u get here and u owe me one!! i fully expect u to come stream with me at least once for keeping ur secrets 

‘It’s a deal. I’ll be there in an hour and a half.’

A sigh escapes Seungcheol’s lips, his eyes dancing over to your figure that skips towards the car. He locks his phone just as you tap on the glass, popping the trunk before he steps out.

“How’d it go? All checked out?”

“Mmhmm! Did you get in contact with Jeongguk? What’d he say?”

A nervous laugh spills from his lips as he puts your small luggage in the trunk, slamming it shut before rounding the car to open your door. “I’ll help you get settled in at my place and then I’ll drive over really quick and grab the stuff from his place.”

You hop in his car, fiddling with the seatbelt until Seungcheol slides into the driver’s seat.

“He didn’t ask what you needed it for?” Gulp. Shit.

“I just told him that I was thinking about streaming, for--for gaming stuff. He was okay with it.”

He’d tell you the truth. Soon, he promises.

No. Now.

Seungcheol sighs, hands on the wheel as he stares straight ahead. “No, no, I--I can’t sit here and lie to you. Jeongguk knows you. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier, I told him to keep his mouth shut because I didn’t want him to bother you while we were at the roller rink.”

“I--oh…”

He can only nod; eyes dancing over to you as you play with the hem of your dress. “Yeah, I--I’m really sorry. He--He also found out I was ‘dom.cheol’ too and, fuck, I--I don’t know, I kind of panicked too. I hid that part of me from everyone I know so it was just… it was a lot.”

You meet his sad eyes, shooting him a small smile of your own. “It’s okay! It’s a little funny that happens right after that ‘kitty_junjun’ says he saw me in person too, huh? I mean, thanks for trying to protect me at least. It must’ve been weird for you too.”

“Yeah… If you’re not comfortable anymore, I… I’d understand too.” Seungcheol prepares himself for the worst, knowing that there was a chance that this was goodbye.

“Are you kidding! What’s one person gonna do? And you said he’s your best friend and you trust him… I’ll have to take a leap of faith on that one but… I trust you.”

You lean over the center console, kissing him on the cheek. “And anyway, as long as he’s not one of those weirdos asking for ‘favours’, I think we’re in the clear, right?”

Seungcheol grimaces; as long as it’s from me and not you, he thinks.

[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to someone flirting with their s/o

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 14k.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋 

❦ Masterlist.

HONGJOONG

You were struggling with the 2 heavy packs of water you were carrying. The manager kindly asked you to bring some so the members could drink after their performance. It wasn’t your role to do this, but everyone seemed in rush today. You almost tripped because of the pack on your left hand, but fortunately someone came to help you. “Got you,” said a boy that you never saw before. You hesitated to let him carry the pack, but he saw your expression and claimed: “I’m the new back up dancer. It’s my first promotion with the boys today.” He simply introduced. “Ah!” You finally said. “I heard that someone was joining the team today. Nice to meet you.” You smiled warmly at him. Finally, he managed to carry the 2 packs for you. A bit awkwardly you tried to talk with him. “So… are you excited? It’s your first stage.” “A bit nervous too.” He admitted. “You are going to do well.” You tried to reassure him. He smiled back at you. “I think that talking with you helped a lot already.” “Really?” You asked. “I mean... it’s nice but we barely talked.” “I guess that you have this effect on me.” “She has this effect on everyone.”

You almost gasped by surprise. You were not expecting to see your boyfriend right behind you. “Why do you look at me like that?” He asked you. “I thought you were getting ready for your performance.” You raised a brow. He ignored your assumptions and stared at the new back up dancer. “Did she told you that we were dating?” He asked out of nowhere. “Hongjoong!” “Thanks to the look on your face I think she didn’t.” He concluded. “What are you doing? You said it should be a secret or whatever.” You whispered. “Secret or not, he was flirting with you and I don’t like that at all.” “I wasn’t.” Hongjoong scoffed. He wasn’t stupid. He was trying to act nice with you and compliment you a bit, thinking that you would fall for him. “Okay whatever,” he started. “Thanks for the water, see you on stage, right?” He patted his back a bit too hardly before holding your hand and heading backstage. “What was that?” You grunted. “I can’t even count how many times I told you that you are mine. Even if no one knows it yet.” He claimed, tightening his grip on your hand, but not too strongly.

SEONGHWA

Seonghwa was looking at the scene in front of him. You were talking with the waiter about the special meal. You kindly asked if coriander was inside, but you ended talking about visiting Asian countries. “South Korea is fun to live! But I would like to go in Thailand.” You replied. “Oh I went there too!” He giggled. “People are so nice there I almost felt like home.” Seonghwa coughed, trying to get your attention back. In vain, the waiter was already asking you another question. For sure now, your boyfriend knew that this man was flirting with you. And shamelessly in front of him. He didn’t want to act like the jealous boyfriend once again. Then he stayed quiet. Finally 10 minutes later after that this annoying waiter went to the kitchen to get your order, you focused back on Seonghwa. “He’s nice huh?” You smiled. “I have new ideas for our upcoming vacations now.” Seonghwa nodded and focused back on his phone. “Are you okay? It’s unusual for you to be quiet.” “I’m good.” You raised a brow but didn’t say anything. If he has something to tell he would tell it sooner than you think. The waiter came back with the entries and as expected, he engaged a new conversation. Seonghwa was burning inside. There’s not a torture he didn’t imagine doing to this guy. “So I think I could get 2 tickets for-” “Excuse me,” apologized your boyfriend. You both stared at him. “Can’t you see that I’m trying to get a lovely moment with my girlfriend?” He insisted on the possessive pronoun. “Babe.” You kicked him gently under the table. “I would appreciate if you could just take our order and leave.” He added, smirking a little bit. You facepalmed loudly at the scene. “Sure.” Simply replied the waiter. “Thank you.” Just when he was about to leave the table, he asked: “Wait! One more thing...” “Seonghwa...” you whispered angrily. “Can you ask this cool and nice old lady to serve us?” “Sure.” “Finally we are in the same page.” He smiled. You just wanted to hide in a hole and stay there till the closure of the restaurant. Seonghwa sipped happily his drink. “So, how was your day?”

YUNHO

Yunho is funny. He’s probably the funniest guy you know. But right now, he wasn’t laughing at all. This “ridiculous” skater, (that was his word) was telling all the jokes he had for sure. It’s been almost 10 minutes that you were laughing nonstop because of him. Even crying of laughter. Yunho isn’t the jealous boyfriend type. He doesn’t have any problem with you having boys friends or being close to them. He was trusting you so much that the idea of cheating on him never came to his mind. But nobody was allowed to make you laugh like that, except him. “Y/N,” he called you, trying to make him leave. “Y/N?” Repeated the skater boy. “That’s your name?” You nodded, “it is.” “That’s so pretty!” Yunho sighed. This boy was determined. “Ah thank you,” you smiled. “I think your smile is prettier.” He declared. Yunho stepped in front of you. “Hello.” He smiled too. “Hello?” You wanted to step on the side but Yunho kept you behind him. “How my smile is?” He asked. “Excuse me?” “You told that her smile was pretty. So how’s mine?” “Yunho...” you whispered behind him. “It’s okay I guess...” replied the boy, a bit confused. “Oh just okay?” “There’s plenty things which are just ‘okay’ in this world.” He replied. “Oh really? Then I have a question for you.” You poked your boyfriend waist to make him turn around, but he seemed to not feeling anything. “Is it ‘okay’,” he insisted on the last word. “To flirt with a girl just in front… but like REALLY in front,” he pointed at his chest, “of her boyfriend?” The skater boy went paler than 2 seconds ago. You smiled shyly behind your boyfriend. “I didn’t know she was-” Yunho laughed at him. But you could feel it was a fake one. “You are so funny! We are walking hand in hand, but you think we are just friends?” He wiped his non-existent tears off his eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-” “Yes you shouldn’t. Now go back to your friends.” He almost ordered angrily. The boy went to his friend as fast as he could. “Babe...” you pinched his arm. “Aaah,” he sighed in relief. “It feels so good!”

YEOSANG

You were paired with a guy who was in the same lesson than you. You needed to send an assignment about Egypt and Pyramids. Sometimes he invited you in his dorm and sometimes it was in yours. It could be weird to think this way when a man and a woman are in the same little room, but you didn’t think this way. Anyway, you were dating Yeosang so you didn’t care about him. But your boyfriend didn’t see this the same way as you. When you told him that you were studying with a guy in your room, he thought he made a quick CVA. He simply texted you back “Ah okay, have fun” and that’s everything you heard from him today. Just when you were about to finish the 2nd part of your assignement, Yeosang opened the door loudly. “Y- what are you doing? You scared me!” He didn’t reply, he was gazing the whole room around. Especially the unknown boy next to you. He needed to admit that he was handsome, but he would never say it out loud. “Yeosang? I’m talking to you.” You tried to catch his attention back. “Snacks.” He simply replied before sitting between you and your lesson partner. “Snacks?” You repeated. “I think he wants to bring some snacks so we can study well.” Replied your partner, smiling a bit. “Damn it…This boy has a nice smile too...” whispered Yeosang. You kicked his waist. “Y/N? What about you bring snacks for us?” almost ordered your boyfriend. “I’m studying...” “I can buy some if you want. What’s your favorite Y/N?” He asked, smiling widely at you. “Huh? I don’t know... I love salty things.” “Your taste is incredible,” he giggled. “Y/N go buy some for us. I need to talk with him a little bit.” Said Yeosang, a deadly stare on his face. You growled and stood up. When you left, these 2 boys were like playing a glaring contest. None of them wanted to break it like it means that the winner will get you. “You like her huh?” Asked Yeosang, not even blinking. “Is it obvious?” The other boy smirked. “She’s my girlfriend so don’t think about her in any. kind. of. way.” “Ooh... you are the jealous type? Poor little boy.” Yeosang scoffed and instantly grabbed his collar. “Don’t dare to flirt with her.” He threatened him. “I forgot my walle-“ You stopped few seconds at the scene in front of you. When you gain back your mind, you ran to your boyfriend and slapped his hands until he removes his grip from your partner. “Are you crazy!” “It’s okay Y/N.” “I’m so sorry. I think we should stop for today okay?” You said, a bit worried for your boyfriend. You never saw him this way. “Good idea.” Muttered Yeosang. When the boy left, still smirking at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but to ask what happened. Without hesitating, Yeosang told you the truth and that he was about to kick his face because he hated the look on his face. You knew that your boyfriend was jealous, as almost everyone but he you never thought he would be so aggressive, for you. Useless to say that you liked that. A lot.

SAN

“So we are trying to gain signatures so we could feed a bunch of kids who are starving right now in the entire world.” Resumed the boy from the worldwide association. “Wow this is really nice. Where I need to sign?” You asked, ready to save few children. “There.” He pointed at the paper sheet and handed the pen to you. “Thank you so much, it means a lot for me.” San lifted his eyebrows. Was this comment necessary? “With your signature I can sleep well knowing that someone is eating well somewhere.” You couldn’t help but to smile knowing that you made a really good action. “It’s okay. I think everyone should sign this so we could have a better world.” You added. “I think you are the first one today to be so intellectual and who understands correctly what we are doing.” San rolled his eyes; he was really trying to be nice with you. “Should I sign too?” Interrupted San. “Sure! You should do it!” You smiled at your boyfriend. “You are going to sleep really well tonight huh?” Smirked San, trying to destabilize him a bit. “Yes thank you.” He replied. “We are all trying to do something for the world-” “Ah? You are a part of an association?” He instinctively stared at you even if San was the only one talking. “Not me but him yes.” You scratched your head embarrassed. “But I will do better!” The boy giggled at you. “You don’t need to be embarrassed, it’s okay. At least you are donating and it’s already a big thing.” Your boyfriend coughed loudly, gaining your attention back. “Oh? Are you okay?” You patted his back. He nodded, “yes I just chocked by how his flirts’ skills sucks.” You looked at the boy to see if he heard what your boyfriend said and seems that he did. The look on his face was between being outraged to trying to run away because someone noticed that his flirting skills wasn’t really good. “San, just sign this and let’s go home.” You put the pen in your boyfriend’s hand. Everyone stayed quiet. Too ashamed or shy to add something. When San signed the petition, you waved at the boy and pulled your boyfriend back in the crowd. “If I can say just by seeing the vein in your nape, you might be a little bit mad.” He declared. “If I can say just by hearing you telling him he had bad flirt skills, you were a little jealous.” You growled.

MINGI

One of your friends invited you to come at a bar to celebrate her birthday party. Of course, you accepted, you even found one of the best gifts for her. But instead of going there alone, you asked your boyfriend to come with you. No need to tell him twice, Mingi is always down to have fun with you. But right now, sitting on the chair just next to you, he wasn’t enjoying the night at all. He wasn’t the only man here, it was okay, he thought he could talk to him when you will be chilling with your friend. But instead, he was secretly dreaming to kidnap him in the first car he would find and to bring him out of the city. At first, everyone was talking peacefully. Until one of your friends asked which type of girl Mingi liked. You instantly replied. “A funny girl. If Mingi doesn’t laugh at least 2 times a day, it means that he had a bad day.” He was happy that you noticed this little detail of him. “Oh then you won’t be sad at all with Y/N.” Added this boy. “What does it mean?” Asked Mingi. “She’s one of the funniest girl I know and I just know her since 1 hour.” He admitted. “Yes she is. I am lucky to have her.” All your friends cringed at how kitschy it sounded but you felt happy to know that Mingi was grateful to have you in his life. But you noticed that he insisted on the pronoun. “Do you know why Y/N is MY girlfriend?” He asked out of nowhere. “Hum I don’t think you mentioned this today.” “Let me tell you why Y/N is MY girlfriend.” He insisted. You held his hand, “come on babe. You don’t need to bother him with that huh?” “Okay okay... just in case I wanted to make sure that he knows you are MINE.” He almost yelled the last word. “I think the other table knows it now.” You said, mentioning that he was a bit too loud. Your boyfriend smiled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You didn’t know it but when you weren’t watching, he sent deadly stare to this man. “I think your boyfriend doesn’t like me,” whispered the boy right at your ear. “I-” “Hey,” stopped Mingi, “We are in the middle of a pandemic. Social distance yourself from her.” He warned him, squeezing you a bit, his arm still around your shoulders. It was the last time he talked to you. And it’s probably for this reason that he suddenly left the bar, pretexting to not feeling well.

WOOYOUNG

Wooyoung almost begged you to work out together. He was really determined to gain some muscles and abs, especially for the incoming comeback and he wanted to share this kind of moment with you. “I can’t believe you convinced me to do this...” you grunted. “Come on, it’s going to be fun.” He said, entering the gym room. Just by seeing all these tortures machines you wanted to run back home. “I’ll try to lift some weight. Is there something you want to do?” You shrugged, “no idea. I don’t where I want to start.” “That’s why I am here!” Clapped a man coming behind you. Wooyoung raised his eyebrow. He hated the fact that this man was talking to you. It also felt like he was a tiny bug next to him. “I’m Tony. The coach of this gym room.” He handed his hand to greet you. “Oh nice to meet you.” You greeted him back. “I just heard that you were a bit lost. It’s your first time here?” You nodded. “Then do you want to gain weight or lose it? Even if you look good right now!” You almost chocked with your saliva at this sudden compliment. You were not expecting this at all. “So?” He smiled. “Just gain strength,” you shyly replied. “Okay I’ll help you with that.” Before showing you a machine or a weight to lift, he stared at Wooyoung, still standing there next to you. “Do you need advice too?” “No I’m fine.” He replied coldly. “Okay then let’s go...” “Y/N.” You finished his sentence. “Oh, that’s pretty.” “Okay… you know what babe?” Asked Wooyoung, putting down the weight he was holding. “Let’s go back home.” “What? But you begged me to come here and you want to leave now?” You said, completely pissed. You left your comfy seat on the couch for him. “Exactly,” he said, pulling you out of the room by yours hand. “That was nice to meet you Tony!” You waved politely before following your boyfriend. You did like you ignored what happened but seems like that Wooyoung’s jealousy would be more helpful to avoid workout exercises.

JONGHO

20 minutes. Twenty minutes that this supposed real estate agent was flirting with you. Since she was the only one who was selling your dream apartment, you needed to agree and nod at everything she was saying. You were totally aware that she was flirting with you, but you ignored if your boyfriend, sitting just next to you, was aware of this. “So what about we finally talk about your dream apartment? That’s why you came to see me right?” She smiled brightly at you. “Yes,” you smiled shyly. “We really fell in love with this apartment and even the whole street.” “Yes, that’s a really nice corner. There’s a bunch of new and young people who are moving here. Seems like Seoul is too noisy sometimes.” “Yes sometimes it is.” Affirmed Jongho, entering the conversation after 20 minutes of silence. “Maybe I should buy a flat there too.” She winked at you. You saw Jongho’s fist clenching on his lap. “I’m sure you are living in a good apartment right now!” You tried to dissuade her. She lifted her eyebrow, probably a bit frustrated or mad that you reject her. “I mean, you are a real estate agent, of course you live somewhere nice!” You added, embarrassed. “And you are here to give us the best of the best.” Added your boyfriend. “That’s your baseline.” “Right.” She admitted coldly. You exchanged a quick glance with Jongho. He was losing his patience. “Mrs. Y/L/N. What do you pr-” “Oh come on!” Growled Jongho. You both stared at him. “Something’s wrong?” “I will live in this apartment too you know. You are barely talking to me!” He pointed at him. “I know you like her but sorry she’s taken, and we want this apartment as fast as possible thanks.” The look on her face gave you goosebumps. You were doomed. “And if we don’t have this apartment just because she’s taken, I will contact your boss.” He added seriously. The real estate agent rolled her eyes. Not even scared of her boss but now at least she was focusing a lot more on the apartment.

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 14/?

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your Name

Somehow! I decided that Y/N became more of an OC, I don't know how this happened, but I might release an AU just because I clearly can’t fanfiction Y/N lmao.

Warnings: Discussion of arrests, Mentions of alcoholism, Mentions of drug use, Mentions of Jason’s trauma, Mentions of relationships ending bad, Mentions of abuse (domestic), No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

“Your friends... all got arrested?” he paused, “Do you remember this? At all?” he questioned.

“Do you expect me to remember any of this? I was black-out drunk, Jason,” she said, “There’s a lot of questions that need to be answered now, I know that.”

“You going to worry about this now and fix it?”

“I really don’t want to deal with it. My memory of the night is non-existent anyway.”

“Getting drunk does that to you.”

“You’d think I would know that by now,” she muttered under her breath.

He chose to ignore that statement because clearly, she wasn’t prepared for everyone to know of that part of her past yet. But that was neither here nor there.

“Do you have any notes that you need to write?” he asked, trying to ease the tension. Hoping it would clearly make her feel better if he changed the subject.

“No, I can read my own notes. I only printed them out for you, Jay.”

“Well that’s very sweet of you to do, baby.”

“Got to make up for my recklessness somehow, I guess,” she laughed, “It is what it is, I guess.”

“You should be more confident in the fact that you don’t need to make up for recklessness,” he paused, “Did I ever tell you about that time I dared Dick to tuck and roll out of the car?”

“Dick mentioned it.”

“I’m surprised he didn’t tell you that he made me do the same first, actually,” he laughed, “We were with dad, he was teaching me how to drive as one does, and when we stopped so dad could answer a phone call, Dick leant over to me and said, ‘During my demo, twenty bucks if you tuck and roll out of the car.’ and me, being a stupid teenager took the deal,” he laughed, “Dad was pissed at us two and refused to take Dick on my driving lessons after that.”

“Well that doesn’t explain why you made Dick tuck and roll out of the car,” she laughed.

“I’m getting to it! So the next time Dick was going to go for a drive with Dad, probably because he wanted to tell Dad about Barbara or something, I don’t know, I said, ‘To get your twenty bucks back, you tuck and roll out of the car this time.’ Dick, also being a stupid teenager, did it,” he laughed, “And that’s why dad never takes us on car rides now.”

“Have any of your other siblings tucked and rolled out of cars?”

“You say that like it’s a daily activity people just do.”

“Well, who’s to say your family is not one of those types of people?” she joked.

“Logic?”

“Logic? In the Wayne Manor? That’s rich.” she joked.

“Like you would know!” he retorted to her before grabbing her and yanking her onto his chest as he laid down on his bed.

“You’re dating a girl who flipped off the press twice, you cannot look at me and say your family possesses logical thinking.”

“That’s valid, I won’t dismiss that,” he laughed.

They let the news play in the background as they cuddled. Jason still had his stitches in and he said it was because Dick said, “You’ve been moving too much’ and the two of them laughed, knowing that that was likely going to be the outcome. They knew what they did, they knew it was worth it. Dick probably didn’t think it was worth it, if he even caught on,

Bruce had reamed Jason out for that, because Bruce did catch on. Bruce had to play the parenting role in this all, and he knew what Jason was like. He knew Jason likely wasn’t prepared for the escapade and journey they had took. 

He was right. Jason wasn’t prepared for that, he didn’t have the necessary items for it. Y/N and Jason didn’t care about that at the time, so they didn’t even bother to realize. Kids will be kids, Bruce supposed, and he hoped for the best possible outcome out of this. He knew Jason wasn’t ready, he didn’t know if Y/N was ready, but he knew if what he was scared would happen actually happened, he’d support the two of them unconditionally.

But they would continue to do their own thing as time went on, and even at 3 in the morning, no one could stop them from doing what they wanted, what they needed.

That was the beauty of the chase they had done to get to this point, the drama, the love, the pain, it all got them to the point where they were side-by-side in his bed, naked. Obviously they were going to have sex eventually, they just didn’t expect it this early on, but they also seemed to be speed running the entire relationship to the good parts, where they knew each other like the back of their hands, just enjoying the quality time they got with each other.

Yes, it was soon. But it worked for them, and that’s what mattered to all of them. Not just Jason and Y/N, it mattered to his family that even if they were quickening their pace, they were happy and understanding of sometimes it just goes a little faster than one would expect. It doesn’t mean it’s bad or doomed to fail, it just means it’s clicking in a lot of ways others didn’t.

Jason had a dating rep he didn’t like to admit. He was known for being a womanizer, a playboy, someone that dads everywhere didn’t want their daughters to be with. He was given this through the fact that he did have women come in and out of his life. He didn’t want it to be this way, but that’s how it ended up being when some women, most women, would crack under the pressure of his life. He moved fast because he thought it made up for the craziness that was his life. 

So, when he found out that Y/N didn’t like the press very much, he was ecstatic. He knew she didn’t know about what was being said about him everywhere, he knew she didn’t feel scared either, when she proved time and time again that she had a backbone to stand up against the press. Was she one-of-a-kind for this trait? No. Barbara also exhibited this with Dick and their relationship. But Jason had been so shit on by women he tried to date that Y/N was a nice change.

He didn’t want the press to be her new norm, that running from them would become her life, but he also didn’t know if that bothered her for a while, until he saw the articles. The ones calling her names and insulting her every feature, physical and character traits she had shown them. He knew that of course, with the games she had been playing, that they would insult her, and with the court case going on with her attacker, they were just more vicious.

That’s why he demanded she get into Dick’s car the morning after he found out about her drinking, not because he didn’t trust her or anything, but he knew with the ongoing case that she’d be bombarded worse than before. She realized this was his reasoning eventually, probably when she was in his arms.

Her dating streak had been better, but it still wasn't the best. She had a lot of secrets she felt like she needed to hide because of how they made her feel, but eventually she would come out with her stories, the assaults, the bad men, the way they used and used her and how she let it slide.

Being assaulted was something a lot of the population had to deal with and cope with, most likely never actually telling people of their assaults and just letting it simmer, deep, deep down in their brains. Wishing it would have just not happened. 

She wanted to talk about it, but she had also healed so much from it with the help of Jason. Sure, he didn’t fix all the issues she had with exes, but the fact that he didn’t treat her the way the others did, sure as hell helped. 

Writing and dance also helped her cope with a lot of the bad things that had happened to her. She figured if Jason went through bad things, he had an outlet too, because he did seem torn up, but not massively affected. Maybe he was good at hiding how he felt about it all, but maybe he had a way to deal with the trauma.

She knew his parents’ stories and how he was so young during so much of it, and he hoped, prayed even, that he had coped well with those events. But she had no control over most if not all of the events that transpired and how he handled dealing with them.

Both of their minds had a thing for wandering away from them at the worst yet best moments. When she got a call.

“Hello?” she questioned into the phone, when an automated voice returned.

“This is a prepaid call from Gotham County Jail. From inmate ‘Justine Wong’, to accept this call, please dial 1.”

She did.

“Thank you for your cooperation. All inmate calls are recorded. Your account balance is $40.50.”

“Y/N?” Justine asked.

“Hey, I’m here.”

“So, we have an issue,” she joked, “How much do you remember?”

“Nothing. I don’t remember anything.”

“I figured, fuck.”

“It seems issues follow me wherever I go, huh.”

“No, no. It’s our fault, myself, Kaitlin, Thomas, Christopher, we all dragged you out of the house and got you drinking. I barely even remember how it got to where it ended.”

“Well that... that isn’t ideal, Justine. Do you know when your court date is?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t even know if the guy is pressing charges, I hope he doesn’t.”

“You can say that again,” she joked.

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess, I took you to the bar that night.”

“You did, yeah.”

“I should have known better.”

“It’s... it’s not that you should have known better, man. It’s... it’s that a bunch of unfortunate circumstances lead us to this point,” she tried to say to comfort her friend. She did feel like it was Justine’s fault in a way, but she didn’t know if fighting with her over the phone while she was held in jail for bodily harm charges was the best idea.

“I feel like you’re mad at me,” Justine admitted.

“It’s not important, really. We can talk about it in anywhere from a couple months to a year, hoping you get lucky.”

“I think we all want to get lucky, Y/N.”

“I know.”

“I think we’re running out of time here, with the call.”

“We are.”

“Well, I love you, man. I’m sorry about all of this.”

“I love you too.”

Click. She paused for a second, with Jason sleeping next to her, she questioned a lot. Whether these friends were even worth it at the end of the day. She had changed so much since she last saw them, trying to cut clean of alcohol, drugs, partying. And trying to better herself,

But she knew all 3 of them were trying to do so too. They really had just ended up in a bad situation. It was 4:34am, and she was just lost in thought when Jason turned into her in his sleep. She smiled.

She played with his hair a bit while he slept, trying to just calm herself. He seemed sweaty, and clutched his bed sheets with one of his hands, She thought maybe he needed comfort right now, not her. She didn’t ever notice this behavior before these moments, and it concerned her. 

He was a grown man having nightmares, she assumed, but she didn’t like it. He deserved to sleep peacefully throughout the night when he woke up in a cold sweat, clutching his sheets and having his hair stroked.

He didn’t question it and just laid on top of Y/N, and let her stroke his hair as he tried to go back to sleep. They didn’t say anything, either of them. It was just really early on a Thursday morning, and they were making the best of the situations they had been thrown in.

There wasn’t any tension between the two of them, but they knew they were a ticking time bomb, that eventually they would fight and the supposed  ‘Honeymoon Phase’ would be over. They didn’t like that thought, that one day they might be at each other’s throats, forgetting that a problem in the relationship is them two versus the issue and not them vs. each other. Fighting with their s.o scared them. 

Jason would fall asleep in her arms, slowly drifting away into unconsciousness. But he would exhibit the same behaviors as before. The fear in his face was palpable.

But Y/N was asleep this time, so when Jason woke, trying to scream, he slapped his hand over his mouth and cried, he didn’t want to wake her, but he also craved just telling her what had happened and how sleeping was so, so much harder for him than she thought. 

People thought the nightmares had slowed, but he just got good at hiding them.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🛁 🔥🧼SPA DAY FROM HELL 🧼🔥🛁

Prompt: Y/N has never been happier to finally have her spa day time at home, but what it should be a relaxing day, becomes quite the opposite when a beautiful Irish man decides to join her.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut(implied), fluff, frustrated spa day, clingy Finn.

Notes: This is dedicated to my sincere love for cosmetics and Fergal Devitt! 😂 I don’t know why, but Finn has always gave me the feeling of being extra loving, extra caring, extra sweet, even a little needy and clingy (which I’m a sucker for guys who can be extremely affectionate) and he just seems like the type, that’s why most of my fluff ideas for stories always end up having him as part of the plot, he exudes that energy of pure love and affection, I don’t know, there you have it I guess.. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Earlier that morning

I finished gathering all of my essential materials for my weekly spa day at home.

This was a sacred weekly routine I’ve had for as long as I can remember, one day of the week where I would shut myself off the world, without a single care for nothing except my own self! In crazy weeks, such as the one I just had, this was the day I eagerly waited for. My little piece of heaven on earth, where nothing could go wrong...

I was beginning to take my clothes off when a loud thump coming from downstairs, in the living room, startled me to death.

*Oh God, please don’t let it be an intruder* I silently prayed as I grabbed a metal baseball bat from the bathroom (Yes, I have one metal baseball bat on each room of this house ok? I know it sounds slightly paranoid, but I’ve had a rough childhood so don’t judge me!)

I made my way downstairs in my underwear and armed with my faithful baseball bat. I already placed it to attack mode, when I saw a manly figure kneeled down, messing around with a large bag, with his back facing the stairs.

*A burglar! Oh, you’ve messed with the wrong house motherfucker!*

As I was ready to give my knockout attack to the back of his head, the man said

“Argh! Every damn time this happens ta me! I need ta fix this cursed zipper”

*I know that voice..*

“Fergal Devitt! Have you lost your mind?!”

Finn’s whole body jumped from fright and he turned to face me.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! Ya almost gave me a heart attack!”

“No, I almost knocked your ass down, Devitt! Don’t you know better than showing up like a creep on my house like that?Don’t you know all about my ‘attack mode’ whenever I hear noises around the house?Fuck, I thought you were a burglar or something, I almost killed you!” I said, with my heart still beating at a ferocious pace from both the fright and almost hurting him.

“And did ya planned on killing tha burglar with tha bat or from a severe hard on?” He pointed with his chin towards my black and red lace lingerie.

“Ha ha, very funny Fergal. I’m serious! I could’ve hurt you really bad you know?”

“Oh trust me, ya are” He stood up and adjusted himself on his black jeans.

“Finn, I’m not joking babe” I said placing the baseball bat down on the couch.

“Me neither! Those are ta kill any man” He said as he approached me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, tightly securing me on his embrace while he kissed me deeply. Once we broke the kiss, he looked at me and said

“I’m sorry ta scare ya like that, I just wanted ta surprise ya”

“It’s ok baby, I loved the surprise, but please don’t do that anymore! It scares me to think what could’ve happened if I didn’t notice it was you.” I pecked his lips “Just give me a heads up next time ok?”

“Ok love. Now what do ya say about we go upstairs and have a little adult fun time, huh?”

“Uhmmm, I don’t know about that..” I teased

“I’ll make ya change yer mind love” He lightly chuckled as he kissed down my neck

Later in the afternoon

I begin to lay out my products on the bathroom sink, carefully choosing where to begin. When Finn bursted through the bathroom door.

“What yer doing love?” While he bites on an red apple.

“Jesus Finn, don’t you know how to knock?”

“What? There’s no need fer me ta knock”

“Yes there is!” I said shocked “What if I was doing something private?”

“Private?” He chuckled “Love, I’ve seen it all before. Yer gorgeous. It’s not like ya need ta hide from me” He sincerely smiled

I just took a deep breath as a response

“Ya didn’t answer me. What yer doing?” He pointed to my products beautifully placed on the sink, while he hungrily chewed on his apple.

“I’m setting things up for my spa day”

“Spa day?”

“Yes, I always take one day of the week to have some quality me time in which I happily do my weekly spa routine” I smiled at him proudly

“So what exactly do ya do on this spa day?”

“Well it changes depending on the week I’ve had. Sometimes I do more, sometimes I do less, but today I’ll be deep exfoliating my body and face, put a detoxifying mask on my hair and face followed by a nourishing mask for my face, applying a moisturizing mask on my hair and a deep moisturizing lotion on my body. I also might do my nails, but I’m not sure yet”

When I didn’t get a response I looked up to Finn who’ve had mixture between shock and amusement on his face.

“What?” I asked

“Wow love,that’s...a lot! No wonder yer skin’s so fucking soft” He said in awe

“Well..I like doing that..is sort of a way to relax I guess” I was blushing in sort of an embarrassed way

“I don’t mean it like it’s a bad thing ya know?! How do ya know so much about those things?”

“I don’t know that much about it, I just like reading about it and testing products...Some people see it as a futile thing but, I like it you know?” I said slightly self conscious about the amount of time people judged me as a complete hollow, materialistic and futile person, just for my sincere love for cosmetics.

Finn stood up from the tub, where he was seated, made his way to me and placed his hands on my hips.

“Well, I don’t think it’s futile. I think that ya shouldn’t be embarrassed about tha things ya like, ya should be proud of it, love! Besides” He started to kiss down my neck “I love tha fact that I get ta enjoy tha end results” He roamed his hands upon my bare skin

“Finny...if you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to do anything” I sighed

“But I can’t help it! Yer skin is so soft, ya smell so good and I’ve missed ya so much” He pressed his hardening bulge against my ass “Tha only thing I had ta keep me company at night was yer t-shirt...It helped, but it’s not tha same...” He pressed me harder against him “I need ta give it back ta ya, since I’ve made such good use of it, it doesn’t even smells like ya anymore baby” He bites my ear lightly

“Finn....please babe” I tried to fight back the growing need of him

“C’mon love, just give me a few minutes huh?! I just need some loving” He started to dry hump his hard bulge against my ass

“Fuck” I moan “Fine, just a few minutes”

In the late afternoon

“Finally” I sighed softly to myself. As I was opening the package of my face mask I hear some terrible singing coming from the room next door. It sounds like a fucking dying animal..

“Oh God, please tell me this is a joke” I made my way to the room next door and entered, just to find Finn only on his briefs, with headphones on, singing terribly to the very loud music playing, doing some laundry.

“Finn?” I called, a minute passed with no response

“FINN?” Still silent, as he bounces his hips (or at least tries to) to the rhythm of the music. When I realize that my yelling is useless, I made my way towards him and took one headphone out.

“Fergal?”

“Hey love” he pecks my lips “What yer up to?”

“I’m trying to relax” I said slightly annoyed

“Oh, I can help ya with that” he smirked as he reached for my tank top. I slapped his hand away, before saying

“I don’t mean it like that, I mean I’m trying to do my spa day, and your awful deadly singing is not helping at all. I love you, but you’re so fucking tone deaf! It’s driving me crazy!”

He chuckled and said as he approached me

“I have another way ta make ya relax love..”

“Fergal! Don’t you think, we’ve fucked enough already? We’ve done it twice and you’ve only been in this house for six hours!” I backed away from him

“I can’t never get enough of ya lass. I don’t think we’ve fucked enough already, I want ta fuck ya all tha time.” He reaches his arms to me

“Fergal, don’t you dare”

“Come here Y/N, let me tell ya a secret” he smiles deviously

The fucker knew what effect he has on me every time he gets this raw and possessive.

“Finn, I’m serious”

“Don’t be like that Y/N, I just want ta tell ya something, come here”

“You can said it out loud, I’m listening”

“I told ya it’s a secret, nobody can hear it”

“It’s just us here Fergal”

“Still..” He ran towards me, I was caught off guard so I didn’t even had time to process his surprise attack until I was laying down on the floor and Finn on top of me, pining me down.

“Ferg, what are you doing? Let me go”

“Hmmmm, I’m not really in tha mood ta let ya go” His eyes sparkling with mischief

“Finn, please I got stuff to do” I tugged my wrists in an attempt to free myself from his grip

“You were tha one who came in here lass”

“Yes, because I thought there was a dying animal on this room, Jesus, you almost got me deaf with your rotten singing”

He only chuckled as he buried his face on my neck

“In a few minutes I bet ya there’s gonna be another type of screaming in this room”....

In the late evening

I had sadly gave up my spa day and was only filling up the tub so I could take a bath, it was the only thing I could do since I was exhausted thanks to Finn.

The bath salts smelled incredible so I strip off my remaining clothes (which consisted in basically my tank top and panties)

And hopped on the bathtub, I sighed in content, feeling my muscles start to loosen up and the relaxation finally hitting me. But that soon went down the drain when the bathroom door opened

“Hmmm smells nice in here”

I opened my eyes to see Finn at the foot of the bathtub *Please tell me I slept in the tub and drowned and this is my version of hell*

“So selfish Y/N” he clicked his tongue

“What?”

“Ya didn’t even invited me?”

I had already accepted the fact that I wasn’t gonna have a time for myself as long as Finn is home so I just said

“Do you wanna come in?”

He just smiled like a little boy and took off his boxers. I leaned forward to give some space for him to hop on behind me, but he said

“I want ta be in tha front”

It was a rare occasion for Finn to want to be in front of me, but whenever he was far away for a long time he liked to be the little spoon, it was cute to see a man as strong as Finn wanting to be the one who’s comforted. I actually eager those moments when we would switch places and I was the one able to take care of him.

He sat on the tub in front of me, resting his back on my breasts, his head on my shoulder, pulled my legs on top of his so that his arms could rest on my thighs. One of my arms slides on top of his shoulder to cross his chest while my other arm was resting on the side of the tub stroking his short hair. As he hummed in appreciation.

“I like this love”

“Yeah, me too” I kissed his cheek lightly

After a few minutes of a comfortable silence he says

“Are ya mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I ruined yer spa day?” He looked at me with guilty eyes

“Finny, you didn’t ruined baby, you just...happily convinced me of doing other activities instead” I chuckled softly

“I’m sorry love, is just that, I can’t help it ya know? I love ya so much and I missed ya so much that I just wanted ya all ta myself today”

“Oh Finny, that’s so sweet baby. You can have me whenever you want sunshine. I’m not complaining”

“So does that mean that I can have ya all fer myself tomorrow?” He stared at me pleading with those beautiful ocean blue eyes

“Of course baby, you can have me all day if you want, at least for as long as you’re home” I smiled

“Really? Everyday, all day long, without ya having ta work?”

“Yeah, I promise you”

“Good” He sighs in content

“How long are you staying home?”

“Two weeks love”

My eyes widened in shock “Two weeks?”

“Yeah, I managed ta get a few extra days off” He smirked and pecks my lips

I still looked at him in disbelief, I was ready for four days or something, now two weeks?

“Good thing ya work fer yourself, right love?” He hummed satisfied “Oh can ya wash my hair please? I love when ya do that”

I just nodded in agreement

He happily smiles “Thank you baby. I love ya” As he rested his head on my shoulder again and closed his eyes

How the hell was I supposed to fuck this Irish man four times a day for two weeks straight? Maybe I should Google that, right?...

[chemicalpink]

대취타 (daechwita) | Emperor!Yoongi x Reader | Part ONE

Pairing: Emperor!Yoongi x Assassin!Reader

Words: 2.7k

Genre: Emperor AU, Historical AU (kinda), very badly written SMUT at the end, power play, angsty

Warnings: there is mention of death, killing, smut in public place, some traditional korean things may be wrong, mentions of slavery.

A/N: No thoughts, just Agust D.

Summary: You used to be an assassin, got caught and works at the palace as a servant up until you are escorted to the main palace, either to meet your inevitable destiny or for a change of plans.

OR

The one where Min Yoongi is an Emperor and is cocky and kinda of an asshole but you both get naughty nevertheless.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

After somewhere near to twelve months being forced to work at the Gyeongbok Palace, you have somewhat become accustomed to having both hands and feet chained while moving around the place with a sword always on the back of your head, ready to chop it off were you to do any funny business. It was no secret that there were hundreds of enslaved servants at Gyeongbok Palace that were once top tier criminals, and whilst most of them received a similar treatment, you used to come and go from your assigned place of work with half a dozen more guards than the rest. Just as you would expect it to be, seen as you were Korea’s most famous mercenary. That day, however, the sight of a hooded man completely dressed in black caught you by surprise. That was definitely new.

Your usual companion, a young royal guard named Jungkook, held your arm forcefully while he guided you through the sumptuous building where most public officials and gwageos of Korea made their home while on service. You both made your way through corridors,  sets of stairs and turned right more times than you deemed necessary just so you’d have the lesser chance of finding an exit out of wherever the man was taking you.

At least, that is what Jungkook pretended by doing so, but you were able o pick up his intentions and noticed how you had been up and down the same stairs in a matter of minutes. You also noticed how the dark-haired man was forcing you to zig-zag through different levels, even though Gyeongbok had the plainest structure inside it, just a few sets of stairs on the front and tons of long corridors inside. Truth be told, you would have been insulted if Jungkook weren’t to be that precautious. 

You both headed down a particularly long corridor where not the slightest sound could be heard except the echo of your own footsteps. Jungkook turned your way and stared, you smiled at him. He looked back to the front and grabbed your arm with more strength than before.

You took the gesture as a compliment, even though you had no idea what was the reason behind such a mystery, or why that hooded man dressed in black had exchanged a few words with the head guard before Jungkook had grabbed your arm and taken you away from your workplace by the river. After a whole day of washing who-knows-who clothes, seeing him planted there beside the other six guards you were assigned wasn’t exactly how you pictured your day to end like.

Nevertheless, you were quick to make out the exact words that were exchanged when Jungkook made himself known to the man guarding the main palace’s entrance, Jung Hoseok, captain of the royal guard. Soon enough, the sky above seemed to have darkened a thousand shades, the mountains that could be seen from the front yard seemed to have enlarged and you could have sworn that the earth had trembled under you. It had been a while since you had left yourself feel fear inside you.

You turned to look at the new hand holding your arm. The black leather from his glove, a perfect match to the rest of his attire.

You both made your way down yet another corridor and you managed to entertain yourself looking at the elegant forged sword that he carried. The gleaming pommel was shaped like an eagle in mid-flight. Realizing that you were looking at the weapon, Hoseok rested his gloved hand on the golden head of the bird. 

You had stopped for a second to consider whether you would be able to take to your advantage the lack of security and just shoot your shot at freedom, go berserk and use the captain’s weapon against himself, just like that old man that used to be in charge of you had chosen the worst day to push you roughly and ended up in a ditch. But there was far too much echo in the corridors to attack him without alerting the whole place .

Sometimes you wondered if it wouldn’t have been better to die the night you were betrayed and captured. However, while walking down endless corridors, there were already far better questions to ask yourself. Had they finally decided to behead you? It was a favourite of the emperor’s after all. Your stomach churned. After all, you were deemed relevant enough to be executed by the very own royal guard captain. But, if they were to kill you, why bother the tour around Gyeongbok’s corridors?

You finally came to a halt before some glass doors in red and gold, so thick that it was useless to try and see what was on the other side. Captain Jung Hoseok bowed lightly with his head to the other two guards that flanked the entry and they hit the ground with their spears in salute.

The captain once again grabbed you by the arm with such force you were sure he had let a bruise. He pulled you towards him, but your feet were unable to move.

“Would you prefer to remain enslaved, then?” he asked in a mocking tone

“Maybe if you’d tell me what is all of this for, I wouldn’t be so opposed to it”

“Don’t worry, it won’t be long until you find out for yourself” 

Your palms were most definitely sweating. Yes, you were about to die. It was finally time to.

The doors opened with a crushing sound and before your eyes appeared a throne room.

“Here” groaned the captain as he pushed you forward with his free hand.

Being freed from the chains that held your feet together, you tripped over yourself and your bare feet slipped on the smooth floor when you tried to pick yourself up. You turned your head back around and saw six more guards that ported the royal seal on their garments make their way inside.

Fourteen guards plus Captain Jung Hoseok.They were part of the royal family's personal guard: ruthless and lightning-fast soldiers, trained from childhood to protect the emperor with their own lives. You barely managed no to choke on your own spit. Groggy and bewildered you turned your gaze to the front. Sitting on an ornate wooden and jade throne, a handsome young man awaited. Your heart stopped when you all bowed to him. You were before the very emperor of Korea, Min Yoongi. 

Both your eyes and the emperor’s crossed paths.

Min Yoongi offered her a smirk. One that hid a twisted intention behind it but reeked of royal charisma at the same time. Sprawled on the throne, his chin was propped up in one hand and his almost white-blond hair gleamed in the dim light. He wore a black hanbok on which the royal seal embroidered in gold tones occupied almost the entire bib.

Something in his eyes, and the way they contrasted with his almost white hair, took you apart. He was painfully handsome and should be less than thirty years old.

Emperors are not supposed to be attractive. They are whiny, stupid and disgusting creatures! But he ... he ... how unfair of him to belong to royalty and be handsome at the same time.

Min Yoongi stared at your tensed body and then raised well-groomed eyebrows “I wasn’t expecting you to be so young” he supported his elbows on his thighs “i’ve heard some fascinating stores about you, How’s life now after being used to all the excess you granted yourself before?”

Cocky son of a bitch.

“I couldn’t be happier” you hummed while digging your broken nails into your palms.

“After almost a year here, it kinda seems like you are somewhat alive, how have you been able to achieve it, when life expectancy around here for slaves is barely that of a month?”

“It’s still a mystery, I have no doubt about it” You gave the emperor a seductive look and repositioned the handles as if they were lace gloves.

The emperor turned to his captain

“Such a naughty mouth she’s got, huh? And she doesn't speak like a member of the mob”

“One would hope so” you exclaimed

“Your highness” snapped Hoseok

“Huh?” 

“You must address him as ‘your highness’”

You gave him a mocking smile and then returned your attention to the emperor.

To your surprise, Min Yoongi laughed.

“You are aware that you are a slave, aren’t you? Haven’t you learnt anything from this time you’ve been serving?” he started walking towards you until he was so close that you could easily appreciate the exquisite embroidery of his hanbok and smell the aroma that he gave off, not perfume, but woody and fresh nonetheless. Yoongi smiled.

“I demand to know-” you started but Hoseok pulled you with brutal force before you could come any nearer to the emperor “I wasn’t trying to kill him, you fool!”

“I would watch my words if I were you,” Hoseok said while burning his eyes on her

“i honestly don’t think you would dare”

“Oh yeah, and why is that?” 

Yoongi strode back to the throne and sat down. His gaze shone more than ever.

You looked from one to the other and made yourself stand taller.

“Because you want something from me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have brought me all the way here. I’m not stupid, you know? It is obvious that you are here in fulfilment some type of secret mission. You are testing me to find out if I am in good physical and mental condition. I know that I am not crazy and that I am still in possession of my physical faculties. So I demand that you tell me why you have brought me here and what it is that you need from me if my destiny is not to be beheaded.”

Both men exchanged a look. Yoongi joined the fingertips of both of his hands. “I have a proposition for you”

 “I’m all ears then” 

The emperor's eyes sparkled with amusement at your insolence, but they lingered for a moment too long on your body.

Min Yoongi crossed one leg over the other.

“Leave us alone” he ordered the guards “Hoseok, stay where you are”

You turned to the emperor “So?”

Yoongi limited himself to once again sprawl on his throne “I need some help with the empire. Someone that help me solve the...more complicated cases”

“So what you need is a servant that does the dirty work for you”

“In short, yes”

“So what happens if I agree?”

“After six years of service you will be granted your freedom”

“Six!”

“Five”

Although the emperor tried to hide it, you noticed that he was tense. He wanted you to accept. He needed you to accept so desperately that he was willing to negotiate. Your eyes sparkled.

“Make it four”

“Fine” he replied “It is a deal then. But if you fail, you will be beheaded” 

“My habilities are perfectly fine. Thank you very much”

Yoongi made a gesture with his hand to Hoseok “Take her to her chamber so she can take a bath” he stared at her “You have your first work in the morning. Do not let me down, Y/N”

Every work after the first seemed almost the same, after some official research, you were sent a brief coded message to your room that contained all the information that was needed for the job, the name of the culprit plus the usual places they used to hang out.

A few seconds worth of work were all piling up to your ultimate freedom.

Even thought you were the sword behind all of those crossed out names in the Emperor’s list, you were quick to find out that Min Yoongi was by far, more entertained and playful about the blood that stained his hands than you ever were.

It was a usual day after work that you found yourself enjoying the occasional luxury of the outdoors bathhouse that Min Yoongi’s personal Harem had to offer, minus the presence of the concubines that usually strolled around the palace, the moon shining on top of your head as the steam from the hot water raised highly from the temperature shock.

“I never took you for one to enjoy the luxuries that the concubine life has to offer, Y/N” you couldn’t exactly say you were surprised to see him standing behind you, the whole place was his after all “Should have made it cleared that this place is exclusively for me and my girls to have fun in”

“Yeah? I don’t see anyone else here though” you continued your bath routine but poked open an eye to tease him, just the way you had become accustomed to do so for the past year or so, left hand covering your boobs as you turned to him “Got stood up, again?” 

“Don’t you just love to play with fire, Y/N” though you had already turned your back to him and were convinced on carrying on with your bath, the sudden apparition of two hands holding your hips in place along with the wet kisses that were being left on your right shoulder made you think twice “I think it is time for you to get burn”

His right hand easily found its way down the water and started playing with your folds, your wetness getting mixed with the hot water you both were in, his mouth never ceasing to scrape every inch of skin he could find, his temperature rising by the second and his rock hard cock against your ass.

Your knees buckled unconsciously as two of his fingers were inserted into you and started pumping rapidly and you could feel him smirk on your back.

Your hand was quick to found his cock and pump it a few times a little too roughly “You know” you murmured as you turned to face him, making his hand drop from inside you as you watched his face contorted in pleasure “I don’t think it is fair of you, your highness” you could feel his thighs tensing as you kept on pumping him “to jump on a girl like that” you got close to his ear, grasping it between your teeth “I thought you said I was gonna get burned, what happened then?”

Something snapped inside him that made him slam you to the side of the pool while taking both your hands inside one of his own, having you bent over, his cock grazing your exposed pussy underwater. From behind you, Yoongi slowly teased you. You both moaned loudly, not caring if any guard that may have been in a nocturnal shift might hear you. 

Yoongi chuckled, knowing him, probably about to make a witty remark but you clenched your walls around him “F-fuck,” He moaned, his eyes squeezed tight, “You feel so good around my cock, so wet.”

There was no use denying that you felt so satisfied as Yoongi’s hips pressed into you, his cock buried deep inside you. Something you were trying so hard to conceal of not having dreamt about it before in the past year or so, pretend not have touched yourself to the thought of the Emperor wrecking you the way he did to his official concubines.

Yoongi’s cock twitched inside you. You felt your orgasm building within you, burning brightly. You threw yourself back, trying to prolong the sensation, rolling your hips.

“I don’t think I’ll last much longer” Yoongi said behind you and you shook your hips teasingly, while turning your head with a coy smile “argh you’re such a bitch” He moaned loudly once again “But two can play that game”

The hand he had rested on your hips to keep his pace was soon to find your clit, pinching it, rolling it and driving you to the edge until it suddenly stopped, followed by the heat that erupted from within you when Yoongi cummed inside you, his hand releasing yours from his hold and slapping your ass as he laughed “Such a good girl but I have an early morning tomorrow” 

“Min Yoongi, you son of a-” 

“Later, Y/N!” he said, grinning widely as he exited the bathhouse. 

[bnhaven]

A Potential ‘Hidden Quirk’ Idea

To begin: I am so sorry. Truly. I swore I’d be a writer of fluff, and yet here we are...again...whoops.

Anyways, let’s get on with it! 

So, if there’s one thing we love about our innocent cinnamon roll of a boy, aka Izuku “Deku” Midoriya, it’s that he’s willing to go beyond (plus ultra style) in order to save the day, even going so far as to break his bones to the point of disfiguration. Adrenaline helps him fight through the pain, and even then I’ve heard a lot of people talk about his insanely high pain tolerance.

Like, ridiculously high. I mean, the Overhaul fight??? Where Izuku just destroys himself so that Eri doesn’t Rewind him out of existence? Wild. It’s like, unimaginable. Even with the decade of bullying to get used to pain, it’s almost unreal for the green bean to be able to push through so much naturally.

Which is where I say: what if it wasn’t natural?

Look, some Quirks are probably hidden ones. Ones that you can’t immediately see, ones that aren’t emitter types. Quirks that just affect the wielder, not anyone else. Like Nedzu’s High Spec, for example. But what’s another Quirk that no one would be able to see?

One that negates pain. 

Now, I don’t think that Izuku would have always had this Quirk. I think it’s one that needed the right conditions to form. Like, let’s say...a really hard punch, something with an almost explosive force.

Lucky for Izuku, he has a classmate with a very painful Quirk, and a penchant for using it on those he deems weaker or lesser. Thus, when the bullying started, Izuku’s Quirk finally kicked in after one hit went too far.

The Issue: Nobody realizes that Izuku got his Quirk. Not even Izuku realizes it. Why? Well, Izuku thinks it’s just a high pain tolerance. He still feels Bakugou striking him, he just...doesn’t feel much else. He knows that he feels pressure, so he must have just gotten used to Bakugou’s hits. (And with all of the burn scars that Izuku is gaining, he wouldn’t be surprised if he’s lost some nerve endings due to the damage.)

And Izuku would definitely have burn scars in this AU (I’m not really sure if canon gives him said scars, I’ve done more reading for this fandom than watching, oops.) But no matter what happens in canon, this Izuku would have burn scars for one reason: Since Izuku doesn’t feel pain, he doesn’t cry out. Since he doesn’t cry out, Bakugou thinks his explosions aren’t strong enough to hurt...so the boy uses stronger blasts in an attempt to prove his ‘point’. (There is definitely an inferiority complex going on here, where Bakugou subconsciously worries that his Quirk is weak if ‘Quirkless Deku can stand there and take one of my hits without a single flinch’.) He pushes himself harder, lets more force into every controlled blast, etc.

So Izuku has no clue that he has a Quirk, Bakugou uses crazy amounts of explosions on the boy, neither realizing just how much damage is happening because Izuku can’t feel any pain.

Canon continues. The Sludge Villain stuff goes as usual, and All Might chooses Izuku as his successor just like always. The training montage from hell might actually be more self-destructive, not only because Izuku feels the need to catch up but also because he doesn’t feel so exhausted/sore. (Along with pain, the boy also doesn’t really feel when his muscles and body are sore, so he doesn’t realize he needs to take a breather.) But that isn’t the focus, so let’s move on!

The Entrance Exam occurs, and wow that really should have clued someone in. Because Izuku breaks his limbs for Uraraka and when he hits the ground, instead of dragging himself away he tries to stand up. He actually manages to find a 3-pointer, and breaks two more of his fingers by flicking in its direction, destroying it with a gust of air before he collapses to the ground.

But wow, everyone is just like ‘this boy is wild’ before completely forgetting about how they heard his bones crunching with every step. 

Continue on. 

Quirk Apprehension Test? Izuku doesn’t really get why Aizawa is complaining about how he shatters himself. Like, he doesn’t need to stop just because his arm is apparently broken. It’s fine, he can still use it. Still, he settles on breaking a single finger because he can’t risk expulsion, and he definitely doesn’t have the courage to talk back to a teacher. 

Hero v. Villain Fight? Izuku doesn’t even collapse after the final blast, instead walking off without batting an eyelash. Iida ends up corralling him to Recovery Girl’s room, because first Izuku protested having to leave without getting to watch the other teams, then he got distracted by the school and nearly got lost.

USJ? Izuku goes a little more feral, fun times.

Sports Festival? Oh honey you know things are going to get wild here. Broken bones left and right, yeehaw it’s shatter city baby!

Izuku ends up with even less self-preservation with every passing problem, basically. Since the boy can’t feel pain, he assumes that any injury that he does get isn’t that bad. After all, wouldn’t he be crying and, you know, hurting if it was bad? Izuku knows what pain feels like, and this isn’t it!!

It’s only the realization that breaking bones so often could end his career early that causes Izuku to try new approaches to the whole Quirk-using situation. Even then, the boy has no sense of when to stop, and as such pushes himself to the point of passing out from either exhaustion or blood loss multiple times.

-One such time was after getting impaled. The boy didn’t realize he had a broken pole halfway through his back until Kaminari screamed and passed out from seeing Izuku bleeding, a giant rod jabbing out of him. Izuku tried to shrug it off.

Sometime around the impalation incident, people begin to notice that Izuku has a freaky high pain tolerance. 

But nobody really connects the dots until Bakugou goes too far in training.

The bad news: his opponent loses a limb.

The good news: It is Shouji, and it’s one of the regrowable ones.

The bad news: the following dialogue occurs after school…

Bakugou: What the fuck? But that’s barely anything!

Aizawa: Bakugou. That explosion had enough force to sever your classmate’s hand off of his limb due to how you directed it. You should know to limit yourself by now.

Bakugou: But I was! That one is so weak that even Deku can walk away without flinching! 

Aizawa: There is no way that Midoriya would be able to move on without needing medical attention after a hit that bad.

Bakugou: He has.

Aizawa: ...I beg your pardon?

Bakugou: Deku fucking has! How do you think I learned my limits, huh? Deku has taken a hit like that directly to the chest and didn’t even flinch! I know how weak I am!

Needless to say, Aizawa proceeds to lose his absolute shit. He makes Izuku stay after class the next day, and questions him about whether or not Bakugou has ever used his Quirk on him. 

Izuku, a boy who is unafraid of breaking three limbs to save a girl from a giant robot, but who is terrified of teachers most of the time, cracks without too much pressure. He admits that Bakugou has used his Quirk on Izuku for years, but ‘It wasn’t bad, sensei! They were like love taps, I never even felt a thing!’

And Aizawa knows something is wrong with this, something isn’t adding up because if Shouji lost a limb to Bakugou’s hit, Izuku has to be lying...or there’s another factor in this equation.

Aizawa dismisses Izuku, and spends the night trying to figure it out.

And then he does.

The next day, he makes Bakugou and Izuku stay in the classroom during lunch. He questions them on their past. Bakugou complains about how ‘weak’ he’s always been, Izuku brushes past the concern without much thought because it never hurt, and sure there were markings but-

Aizawa: Markings?

The scars are revealed. Well, the ones on his upper body.

This is when Bakugou begins to realize that he’s fucked up.

During training, Aizawa pulls Bakugou and Izuku off to work with him separately. He

brings out machines that test how much force a blow gives off, and has Bakugou throw his ‘weak’ explosions at them.

As it turns out, Izuku should have been in crippling pain from everything Bakugou did. And then Aizawa drops the ‘I think you have a pain-related Quirk’ on Izuku, and yeah.

I didn’t really plan an end, sorry. I just think it’d be interesting, you know?

On the bright side, at least Izuku isn’t constantly in pain!!! He just got his body a whole lot more damaged than he would have, and has maybe half of the self-preservation that his canon counterpart possesses.

Finally, for an extra bit: Izuku only feels pain when Aizawa erases his Quirk. It’s not pleasant. (And, to make him even more oblivious, Izuku believes that the pain is because his Quirk is being ‘severed’ in its connection, not that this is lingering pain that comes from having bones shattered over and over without hesitation.)