#the gang was always doing something risky. how is he supposed to be vulnerable to people who can drop or dip any time. how is he supposed

[couldyouspeakmyname]

Hi I hope you doing well! I’ve been obsessed with your blog ever since I found it, I was wondering how do you think the shishigumi lions would comfort each other when they have a heartbreak? I was listening to music and I thought about it

I’m glad you like it!! Both Lexi and I work really hard, so I really appreciate the compliment! You’re so sweet ;-; 

-Maeve

Ibuki

Ibuki...Doesn’t want to talk about it. All the lions know something is going on, but it takes a while before they figure out what

Ibuki bottles things up, and doesn’t talk about his feelings. He falls into a pretty significant depression. Honestly? He blames himself. His spouse wasn’t perfect, but they were perfect for him. He screwed it up somehow. It has to be him, it always is. Some king of beasts, how can he hope to do anything significant for the gang when he can’t keep his personal life straight? 

Throws himself into work. He doesn’t take breaks, he just keeps moving. He stops sleeping, he forgets to eat on a regular basis. Hino will sometimes just be his silent company during these nights, so he’s not completely alone. 

Miguel brings him food, or at least a granola bar that’s calorically dense. If Ibuki isn’t going to eat much, Miguel wants to make sure what he does eat counts. He also brings him various foods that naturally are supposed to help with depression (almonds, blueberries, etc.)

Free is just general support. Ibuki and Free are pretty close, and Free tries to get him to talk about it. He wont, but Free tries. Free probably is the one who makes him go to bed and sleep by being obnoxious until he does. Sometimes, pretending to go to sleep so someone will leave, actually leads to sleeping. 

Sabu just cleans up after him. Ibuki doesn’t realize it, but his cleanliness standards take a steep nosedive. Sabu makes sure he doesn’t have to worry about it. 

Dolph is the one Ibuki actually talks to. It’s more because Dolph doesn’t ask, he just starts a conversation and Ibuki just kind of breaks down. Dolph wouldn’t ever tell anyone either, so it’s safe for Ibuki to be vulnerable. 

Free

Free tries his hardest not to fall in love with anyone. When he does and subsequently has his heart broken? The fall out is pretty significant. 

Most animals don’t know the difference between this Free, and the Free before the breakup, but the Shishigumi sure as hell do.

Free gets more reckless. He goes on rides with his bike on risky roads, and goes a lot faster than he should. He runs yellow lights, and sometimes stop red ones, as well as going through stop signs without looking. He turns up his need for adrenaline fifty fold, and it gets dangerous. 

He gets in fights alone he may not be able to win. He becomes a l o t more brutal when he fights, period. He does a lot of overkill, and takes his feelings out on whatever poor sap is on the end of his rage. It’s not uncommon for him to beat someone to death over something petty. 

He sleeps around, a lot. His standards take a nose dive, and he doesn’t think about who he’s fucking around with, or the consequences of doing so. 

He snaps at his fellow gang members. His temper is worse. He’s always looking for a fight. 

Ibuki is the one who usually pulls him back. Ibuki has a lot of authority, and tells him to stop. So while Ibuki can curve his risky behavior, it doesn’t stop Free from being bummed out. Free has an immense respect for Ibuki, and feels almost worse since he’s let Ibuki down by not being able to control himself. He just wants to feel normal again. 

Sabu is the one Free confides in most. Sabu doesn’t talk much, and doesn’t judge. He’s the oldest member of the Shishigumi, and has seen a lot. This isn’t his first heartbreak, and he’s supportive and just listens even when what Free says doesn’t make sense. 

Dolph

Dolph is another lion that blames himself, and doesn’t want to talk about it

He works more, and just kind of goes about his life as normal, but there’s a few cracks here and there that only his close companions can see

He stops taking care of his mane. He still brush it out, but he stops going out of his way to care for it. He starts getting split ends, it’s dry, and it just looks dull. 

He doesn’t eat much. He tends to skip meals in favor of work, and forgets to drink water. He makes himself sick by doing to too often. He’ll get headaches, and thereby be a lot more snappy with those around him. 

He tries not to show it’s affecting him because he doesn’t want to be a burden or worry anyone. He has to be useful, because the Shishigumi is all his has now. If he can’t be a good gang member, he has nothing left. 

He works, and sleeps (or tries to). He stops doing things he enjoys, and starts drinking a little bit more. He avoids going out in public unless it’s on business, and isolates himself far away from anyone he cares about. 

Agata is one of the few who breaks through a little. He’s very careful and gentle about it. He asks Dolph is he wants any water, if he wants to eat with him. Agata uses the fact Dolph is his mentor to his advantage. Dolph doesn’t say no to Agata often, so Agata is one of the few who can get him to stop working for a while. 

Ibuki will take on extra work so Dolph can have a little extra time to himself. Ibuki will just walk in and take over whatever Dolph is doing, as a silent signal for Dolph to take care of himself. 

Agata

Agata is another one who really blames himself. He constantly will run this internal monologue that has a lot of negative self talk in it. He sort of spirals, and while he can compose himself in front of others, most of the members can take one look and know Agata is one bad day from falling apart. 

Dolph jumps in almost immediately. Agata is sensitive, but young. There are a lot of animals out there, and Agata is quite a catch. He’s capable, loyal, and an invaluable asset to the Shishigumi. Dolph just reminds Agata he’s worth something, and builds up his self confidence. 

Dope is actually really good at keeping Agata from getting in his head. Dope can read others pretty easily, and catches Agata before he falls into the pit of self loathing. Dope distracts him with small, low risk projects. Doing dishes, vacuuming, doing puzzles. 

Agata actually does better keeping a little busy, and after a while, will recover. His positivity keeps him from falling into a disastrous mess like some of the others. 

Miguel

Miguel just starts working out more. He has to keep himself busy, so he does a lot of physical work. It seems normal on the surface, but he’s not doing that great. 

He’s a big guy, so a lot of animals may just assume he’s not emotionally vulnerable because he’s so strong, but he’s hurting. Working out more, means working out almost all of his free time. He pushes himself so hard he hurts his body, but he just doesn’t seem to care. He develops a sort of insomnia.

He stops cooking, and orders take out (if he eats at all). That’s probably when the red flags go up for the rest of the Shishigumi. 

Dope tries to get him to talk, but Miguel wont. If anything, trying to get him to talk gets him to lock his feelings up more. 

Hino is actually the one who gets Miguel to open up. Hino, despite being conventionally good looking, isn’t that judgmental. He sort of understands that just because Miguel is big, strong, and can crush skulls without much effort, doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel feelings like everyone else. They have a mutual understanding that just because their appearance (Miguel is strong, Hino is handsome) doesn’t mean they can’t be hurt. Hino is also an insomniac, and is the best one to catch Miguel at a weird hour where he’s most vulnerable.  They don’t even say much to one another, but it’s enough to Miguel to feel a little better. 

Sabu

Sabu knows it’s coming before they even break up with him. He just really hopes he’s wrong.

He’s not surprised when it happens, but it still hurts. 

He’s better at dealing with it than some of the others, he’s had it happen before.

Due to the fact he knows it’s coming, he already was a little prepared. He just wishes they knew how sorry he was that he failed them. 

Since Sabu keeps all his cards close to his chest, he doesn’t confide in anyone. He just becomes a little more cold, talks even less, and doesn’t partake in any extra events.

He might briefly mention it to Miguel. Sabu may be the oldest, but Miguel isn’t that far behind. If anyone can understand Sabu, it’d be Miguel. Miguel doesn’t force Sabu to talk about it, but he just makes him a drink, a snack, and they just sit and eat together in the middle of the night without anyone to bother them. It’s a comfortable silence that helps Sabu feel less alone. 

Jinma

Jinma is another one who knew it was coming. If his S/O had doubts, his contacts let him know. It pays to be loyal to the Shishigumi, and Jinma knew long before the breakup happened. Like Sabu, he didn’t act on it himself, since a small part of him hoped his information was wrong. 

Jinma knew, so he recovers quickly...sort of

Jinma is a little off his game, and he forgets small details, and his notes become messy. It’s nothing detrimental, but it causes him to become frustrated with himself and that’s what causes him to sort of break down

He gets upset that he can’t control his emotions, and can’t force them away with logic and reason. Ibuki ends up stepping in, and helps Jinma organize his notes and re-write them out. Just having someone helping him with his work, makes Jinma feel like he can pull himself back together. 

Jinma also talks to Dope. They’re both of the same mindset, so having someone who tends to think more logically, and whos mind is going just as quickly as Jinma’s help. Dope can relate easily with Jinma, despite the age gap. 

Dope

Dope can read people, it’s how he works and what he’s good at.

Dope is the one Shishigumi members to end a relationship when he knows it’s not going to work

Dope probably is hurt, even though he’s the one ending it. No one wants a relationship to wrong, or for there to be so much hurt, but he’s not going to drag it out. Trying to fix something unfixable just causes more pain.

Dope confides in Jinma, since they think alike. Jinma is supportive of his choice to end things, since Dope needs that reassurance. He’s going to second guess himself. He’s going to second guess everything. Jina is good at breaking things down and making Dope feel better. 

Dope ends up goofing off a little with Agata. Agata makes him play video games (which Dope is bad at), and let’s him win on a pretty regular basis. It’s just mindless, safe, entertainment. It helps him get his mind off of things.

Since he’s young, Dope gets over it in a few months, but he’s not going to go looking for another relationship any time soon. 

Hino

Hino doesn’t take break ups well. He doesn’t like being in relationships, since he always thinks animals may just like him for his looks. When he does get into one and it goes wrong? It hurts. It hurts more because he knows the animal he was with liked him for him, and that his looks had nothing to do with it. When the break up happens? He feels like he isn’t good enough.

Least to say he’s usually blindsided. 

Hino already is quiet, but Sabu seems to talk more than he does afterwards. 

Hino turns to his looks, the only thing he’s ever been able to count on, as a way to cope. He goes shopping, gets himself a whole new wardrobe, and splurges on products he doesn’t really need. It’s instant gratification, but it doesn’t stop the hurt a few hours later. Dolph puts a stop to it with one remark. He doesn’t want Hino hurting himself financially. 

Hino just feels...empty, for a long time. He really thought he had someone who cared about him. He wallows in self pity, and his insomnia gets ten times worse.

Ibuki ends up stepping in after a time. He forces Hino to take time for himself. Will Hino spend almost all of it in bed in the same sweatpants he had on when he first got there? Yes. Will Ibuki check on him on a regular basis? Also yes. Miguel will bring him teas and food, so Hino doesn’t have to face the others looking like a mess. 

Free actually is the one who drags Hino out of bed. Free has a lot of energy, and it’s sort of infectious. Hino gets snappy and is angry Free is invading his space, but yeah...he guesses he needs a shower. Fine, he’ll get his mane done. No Free, he will NOT join you in getting a pompadour. 

All of then gang knows not to comment when Hino starts being in common areas again. They don’t want to spook him. 

Who takes heartbreak the hardest? (most to least)

Free, Ibuki, Hino, Dolph, Miguel, Agata, Jinma, Dope, Sabu

[meganshinsou-tm]

ghosting. (m)

☙ pairing: bakugou x reader

☙ theme: crimson|ink universe, non-canon

☙  cw/tw: daddy kink, piercings, oral, slight dirty talk, dumb baku.

☙  a/n-request: So this was a ko-fi request I did for the amazing @bakugou-katsukisgf​ - she loves CI Baku so much and just wanted smut with him because the thirst was real. I love you bb - thank you again for everything! <3

“Bakugou?”

Red eyes glanced in your direction and a familiar smirk followed. You smiled in return and excused yourself past a few people on your way to greet the blonde at the end of the bar. As always you got a warm hug and kiss to the cheek that made your stomach twist and turn with glee.

“What are you doing here, stranger?” You asked with a pinch to one of Bakugou’s chubby cheeks.

His teeth snapped at your fingers and he ordered the two of you a couple of shots before letting you know that he was just out with his buddies from the shop. Happily you took a seat next to him, along with the shots. After they were all downed and you both grinned at the other, you sat there and fell into conversation, ignoring the fact that you hadn’t seen or heard from each other in a few weeks for the moment. 

You let Bakugou know what you had been up to, normal things like work and these newl kick-boxing lessons you were trying here and there. Bakugou chuckled, teasing about when he was going to see a private demonstration of what you learned so far, earning a playful punch to the arm. Next Bakugou filled you in on his life, the drama happening at the shop between Kirishima and the new girl, a few stories of the people he had pierced the last few days. 

Back and forth the two of you talked about any and everything, conversation never ceasing to avoid you. It was always like that though, you and Bakugou had been friends for a couple years now and just had that sense of comfort and familiarity with each other that really everything came easy. Even the insane, but amazing insane, hookups.

The relationship you had was something but also nothing.

Most people would refer to it as a casual or friends with benefits situation and you truly called it that as well for the first few years. However, it was kind of inevitable that you would one day grow different feelings for Bakugou and want something more. And there were times where you could say he wanted the same - but then he’d vanish.

Bakugou would go silent. The fucker would literally ghost you.

The first time maybe hurt, until you saw each other randomly in town one day and picked up right where you left off. Then it all happened again and just became a cycle and you grew to become okay with it. You never asked questions, you teased here and there but that was it. Clearly Bakugou had some things going on preventing him from making whatever this was between you something more and sure you could demand answers but you knew Bakugou. He would come to you with answers when he was ready and you were okay with it. 

Having this fucked up friendship with him was more than enough for you. Things were never weird, never awkward, you just worked together. 

And it was that exact reason why the two of you spent the next hour together at the bar, challenging the other to drinks, teasing and fucking with the other until finally you decided to leave and go back to his place for the remainder of the night. 

Once inside of his ridiculously nice vehicle and on your way, maybe the somewhat large amount of alcohol in your system let your mouth and mind run to places you swore you’d never let them.

“Ya know Baku, I don’t get you sometimes. Like - why do ya ghost me so much huh?”

Bakugou quirks a brow as he drives and glances over at you with a questioning grin.

“What the fuck are you talking about light-weight?”

You sigh and let your head fall back against the seats headrest and start to wave your hands around while you explain.

“Ghosting. It’s when you just go silent on someone. Like you don’t call or text them anymore, don’t see them. You just disappear and are no longer to be heard of.”

The blonde clicked his tongue and shook his head, “Clearly that’s a lie. I’m talking to you right now ain’t I, you see me right here!”

“You know what I mean Bakugou. I mean yeah we always find our way back to each other eventually but you can’t tell me you don’t have this fucking habit you know. Like do you have some sort of secret or something? You a spy or some shit and go on these covert missions and that’s why I don’t hear from you for weeks? I mean that could be cool but we’re best friends babe, it’s not cool that you just ya know … don’t tell me things.”

There’s no witty response after that from Bakugou. Not another smirk or glance. In fact there’s no more words or exchanges for the rest of the drive and for the first time ever - things are awkward and you have nothing to talk about.

When you arrive at Bakugou’s place you immediately excuse yourself to the bathroom. Bakugou just grunts in response and heads for the kitchen. You take a few minutes to yourself and wash your face, hoping that maybe it’ll help to calm those sudden nerves you have. And it helps just a little to bring you back to your senses and realize the depth of the shit you said. 

“Fuck,” you sigh.

When you leave the bathroom, you find Bakugou on the couch. He’s drinking a cup of coffee and there’s another sitting on the small table next to a plate of toast with butter. 

“Figured you could use this.” Bakugou finally speaks when you sit down on the other end of the couch.

You thank him and take a piece of the toast with the coffee, immediately choosing to eat and drink them so that you don’t freak yourself out too much about the elephant in the room. Bakugou took a few moments to check his phone. When you had polished off the small snack, your nerves diminished by a fraction. Internally you thanked the bread for soaking up the alcohol in your blood, probably saving you from sticking your foot in your mouth again. 

The sound of Bakugou locking his phone and setting it down on the table made you look his way. You don’t really know what you were expecting but seeing his red eyes looking at you wasn’t exactly it. You weren’t sure what to do, didn’t know if he was going to speak or if he wanted you to start first, so you decided to just rip the band-aid off right there.

“I’m sorry for that dumb shit I said in the car. Like you said, I’m a light-weight yeah? I uh - I didn’t mean to upset you or anything, really I was just teasing.”

Bakugou only nodded and finally looked away, down to the coffee mug in his hands.

“Look I - I don’t want to make shit worse so if you want then I’ll just go for the night and we can talk later?” You suggest, trying not to let your anxiety or even sadness show in your tone as you go to place your own mug on the table and move to stand.

A defeated sigh leaves Bakugou and he moves to grab your wrist, halting you. You gulp and look down to him, unsure of what to do next. It’s hard to read Bakugou right now, something that never happens, but he looks … like he’s struggling. It worries you and you turn to ruffle his hair, not positive how to really handle the situation because you had never seen the guy like this before. 

He was all big and bad, cocky and arrogant, all the time. A coy smirk and challenge was always in those red eyes. His tattoos and piercings always helped to give off the image of Bakugou being this person who didn’t exactly struggle, who wasn’t vulnerable. But here he was, his grip on your wrist tightening and loosening like he couldn’t decide whether to let go or hold on. Eyes blinking at your connection and jaw clenched.

“Hey big guy, you alright,” you finally ask and sit back down next to him, letting your hand fall from his hair and to his shoulder with a firm squeeze. “If it’s what I said earlier, I swear I was just joking Bakugou. You know I say dumb shit.”

Finally you get a reaction in the form of an irritated growl and a glare.

“Fuck - stop apologizing already,” he snapped and let you go, falling back against the couch and rubbing his face. “It wasn’t dumb, you were just stating the fucking truth.”

You tilt your head at him and ask what he’s talking about.

“I … I do have this fucking ‘secret’. I do have a reason for whatever the fuck it was that you said I do.”

“Ghosting.” You stated.

Bakugou only rolled his eyes and sighed with a nod.

“Yeah that. Look you’re too fucking smart for your own good alright and if you really wanna know then … I’ll tell you. Don’t go feeling all special or some shit but maybe I fucking trust you or whatever.”

You try not to smile at that, try not to rub it in his face. Instead you stay humble and curl up with one of the couch pillows. Bakugou gives you a look before chuckling and lets out a deep breath.

“I can’t tell you everything but I can tell you enough and you better be happy with what you fucking get. Long story short - I’m sort of in what you might call a gang, maybe worse. I uh, I ‘deal’ with people, bad people only though. Pro-heroes know about us and we actually help them out so we’re like vigilantes if you wanna call it that. It’s dangerous shit, graphic and gross sometimes. I don’t feel like a fucking monster for what I do, I know I’m doing good. I’m still me, I’m still the same fucking person you’ve always known - you know I don’t fake shit. But since we are in this weird friendship or whatever, I just think you - you deserve to know who I am completely. You deserve to know that just knowing me and being with me can be risky and that’s … that’s why I just fall of the face of the earth when I think things are getting too fucking serious. I’m supposed to protect people from these fuckers and I’m not gonna sugarcoat shit but ‘us’ would be a liability, especially right now because we’re in some really deep shit and until it blows over … we can’t - we can’t be more.”

You don’t really say much, just stare at him sort of blankly and try to let everything sink in.

“B-But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it to … I just … it’s not the right time. And I just need you to know that yeah I’m dangerous, my life is dangerous but … I’d never fucking hurt you, you know. You’re safe with me, safer with me than with anyone else which I get sounds fucking dumb after what I just said but … you get it, right?”

All you can do for the time being is nod. It’s so much to take in but Bakugou understands and gives you that time. He waits patiently next to you, hand on your thigh and rubbing it gently. When you’re able to finally come to terms with it all, you smile and take his hand.

“Look babe, you’re gonna have to try harder if you wanna get rid of me. You get it, right?”

The tease earns a genuine chuckle from Bakugou and he visibly deflates and calms before you. 

“Katsuki, thank you. Thank you for telling me all of that, I know it took a lot. And it may not be every detail but I’m content with what you did give me, really. Just knowing this part of you, it means a lot. You know me, you know I’m not going to judge you. If I was that type of person, I would’ve told you to fuck off a long time ago.”

Bakugou smirks at that and rests his hands on your hips when you place yourself in his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck, one hand toying with his hair and your eyes gazing down into red. 

“And I do know you’d never hurt me. I mean lets be real, I could totally kick your ass.”

“Keep telling yourself that princess,” he grunts with a playful smack to your ass. 

You laugh and tug at his hair as payback and lean in to kiss at the corner of his mouth. 

“As for the other stuff, I understand. I won’t push or expect more than what we have right now, honestly I’m okay with things as they are and knowing what I do now, makes me feel better. But when you are ready for ‘more’, when you’re really ready for me just know I’ll be right where you left me and ask what the fuck took you so long.”

And maybe it’s the challenge in those words that have you ending up in Bakugou’s bed on your back and trembling with his face between your legs, red hungry eyes locked on your own blissed out ones as he makes a meal of you. The feeling of cool metal from his tongue piercing pressed against your clit or warming up inside of you never fails to make you gasp and whine.

“K-Katsuki, please.”

For the first time in what feels like hours, Bakugou pulls away from you, licking his slick lips before turning to bite at your inner thigh hard enough to leave marks and make you cry out.

“Who?”

You gulp down a quick breath and comb through soft blonde spikes.

“Daddy.”

“Good girl. What’s wrong baby, need something?” He asks coyly, letting one hand stay between your legs to finger you slowly while the other rubs at the inked skin of your thigh that he rests his cheek to.

You nod and pout, “Please daddy, I need it.”

“Need what? Don’t get fucking shy on me now princess, you were a pretty mouthy brat a while ago.”

You blush and squirm, covering your mouth to muffle the sob that escapes when Bakugou leans back in and runs the metal ball in his mouth snug against your oversensitive clit. 

“Fuck, c-cock, I need your cock, p-please daddy, please!”

With a satisfied growl, Bakugou gives one last playful suck to your clit before pulling away for good. He grins wickedly up at you and makes sure to place kisses and harsh bites to your thigh and hip as he works his way back up your body. You sigh and hum at the sensations, grateful for the small break. Also grateful to see the sight of his cock between your bodies. 

Without hesitation, your hand reaches down to take hold of it and give slow lazy strokes. Yours and Bakugou’s eyes stay glued to the sight of your fingertips gently tugging at either of the barbells that pierce the flushed skin of Bakugou’s cock and it earns raspy grunts in return and hushed curses.

“Shit,” Bakugou groans as his hips start to roll along with your hand. “Enough!”

You chuckle at his own impatience when he peels your hand away and roughly flips you over onto your stomach. Warm rough hands grab at your hips and jerk them up enough to raise your ass high. Bakugou bites at his bottom lips and takes hold of himself, pumping his cock slowly while he admires the view just a bit longer and waits. 

You look up at him from over your shoulder, hair falling over it. It’s definitely one of Bakugou’s favorite views but anytime those eyes look at him, whether it be with lust, challenge, petty annoyance or whatever, he always finds himself falling that much more.

He’s a fucking sap for them, so what.

But also, nothing beats how those eyes go from looking so lazy and glazed over to going wide and utterly fucked out as he slides his cock inside of you, inch by inch. And by the time he’s bottomed out, he can swear he sees little stars inside of them. 

“Daddy,” you whine when Bakugou starts a steady pace.

You want to squeeze your eyes shut because the way he fucks you is ruthless and overwhelming but you never can. He looks too much like a damn god with his red eyes burning like fire, how the muscles all over his body contract and flex with the thrust of his hips. Then there are those damned piercings in his nipples that glimmer in the light and sometimes when he knows you can’t look away, he licks his lips in a way that shows off the other piercing you're a sucker for. 

But when Bakugou starts to snap his hips harder and falls over on top of you, the cold metal of his nipple piercings pressing against your back paired with the hot breath panting along your neck, it all at once becomes too much. Your eyes finally snap shut and you moan pathetically into the mattress when you press your cheek to it. Bakugou groans and bites possessively at your opposite one, his hands finding yours and interlocking your fingers when he pins them down to the sheets and fucks even harder.

“Fuck,” he pants and licks the teeth marks on your face, “So good for me, you’re always so fucking good for me baby.”

You gasp for air between moans and desperate sobs. You can feel yourself unraveling fast from the way Bakugou’s cock glides in and out smoothly, from those cursed barbells that add the extra stimulation that’s ultimately your ruin every time. But you don’t dare let yourself be pushed over the edge without his word.

“D-Daddy, cum … I can’t, I n-need to cum, please let me.”

Bakugou struggles for air as well. You tighten and clench around him repeatedly from being so ready to cum and he can’t find it in his heart to deny you any longer. With a groan he nods and presses his cheek to your own, letting go of one of your hands to wrap around your throat and pull your head snug against his so he can look at your face.

“Alright princess, let me see that pretty little face when you cum. Go ahead.”

Your lips part and you want to cry out as you cum but the sound is nothing but a broken rasp. Your eyes widen for a second before going lazy and hazed and it's then that Bakugou follows and cums generously inside of you. His erratic thrusts slow until they’re nothing but shallow thrusts that earn small grunts from you. When he’s emptied every bit inside of you, Bakugou lets your face fall back to the mattress and you both melt. 

Bakugou grins and places plenty of soft kisses to your neck and the back of your shoulders, making you smile and hum happily, too tired to really speak your appreciation to him. But you don’t need to because he knows and he shows it by taking care of you, leaving momentarily to grab a warm damp washcloth to clean you up with before maneuvering the both of you under the covers where you cuddle up close in his arms. 

You're exhausted no doubt and the way Bakugou holds you tight, using those big hands to rub your back and play with your hair, it only makes you doze off even faster. But not fast enough to save you from sticking your foot in your mouth again with a sleepy confession against the ink of his chest. 

“I love you, you jerk.”

Too tired to even react or worry, you remain as you are but you don’t miss the feeling of a smile against your forehead or the way arms tighten even more around you for a second.

“I love you too punk.”

[samwritesforyou]

ARMY ZIP drabbles

JOURNEY

you and joon have been pretty close friends since you first came to this new highschool. your family has been moving around a lot, so you never stayed long in any schools, until this one.

your mom eventually got to know namjoon’s mother and they became friends as well.

there were always some activities for your class, and one day it was a trip for the whole day, where teachers took all of you to the place that was very similar to some kind of jungle.

it was no surprise to find this type of  surroundings in australia, so nobody was really super stoked by it.

but the exciting part was, that your main partner for the day was joon, and together you’d get lost, just enjoying each other’s company.

to avoid punishment, joon took the situation under his control and called the teacher in charge, bluntly lying about the fact that you two have gone home already. you two didn’t mind spending more time together, especially in this beautiful scenery.

after all you’d find your way out of there and joon would walk you home from the bus station, because it already got dark, and he would give you his grey jacket, because you said under your breath a silent, “how much colder can it be..”

your mom was waiting for you on the porch already - pretty mad - and joon took all the blame on himself, apologising and saying that you two got lost because of him.. she actually forgave the both of you and even invited joon to stay for a cup of tea.

the whole time beside the dinner table you couldn’t take your eyes off him, and he did the same, captivating your eyes with his..

in the hall you were just simply talking about how much fun the whole day was and you both ended up in a warm hug towards the end of your conversation.

since you’re both still underage, your mom makes a firm statement that she will drive namjoon to his own home and as you waved him goodbye you were smiling, because.. damn, he forgot to take his jacket back from you. and you couldn’t help yourself but realise that it smelled just exactly like him.. like home.

PERFECT

yoongi was this perfect friend. you didn’t know him for too long, but it didn’t matter. your personalities clicked and you started to spend a lot of time together.

he was the best baseball player in the whole school and you were fortunate enough to always be by his side, whenever some victory happened.

but what you missed on - in the early stages of your friendship - were the losses, the bad things that happened.

one day you were just passing by the slightly opened door of the changing rooms, when you heard a slight whimper.

you immediately stopped and carefully peeked through the crack, trying to inspect who’s inside.

you saw light hair and a small posture, crouched on the floor near the lockers, shuddering their shoulders, with arms wrapped around their knees, as they desperately tried to hide the sounds that sometimes escaped their lips.

it didn’t take you long to realise who it was..

“yoongi?..” you called, softly, opening the door further and making your way inside.

“i fucked it up.. i fucked it all up,” was all he said, burying his head even tighter to his knees.

so he wasn’t perfect, after all, huh? everyone kept painting yoongi as this cold and professional kid, but they just never got to see the more emotional and vulnerable side of him.

perhaps he didn’t let them see it.

didn’t want them to see it.

but he let you. and when you dropped down on the floor next to him, consoling him and patting his hair, he let you.

when you leaned towards him, he started to cry even harder, letting his emotions out, and finally felt how it was to be truly supported by someone.

that’s what true friends do, right? being here for each other in good and bad times.

ZOMBIE

it was the end of it all. the world has gone insane since last week, when a massive zombie virus broke out... somehow.. to the whole world.

Nobody knows exactly what or how it happened, but even though everyone was fairly “educated” on the apocalypse matter from all the movies and books, loads of people were still getting turned on a daily basis.

in other words, it was terrifying, and not as adventurous as in the fiction.

you were fortunate enough to find yourself, after days on the road, in the abandoned house, still filled with some leftover foods around.

you just did your evening routine and came back to your “room”, where you stood by a small window, looking out and trying to concentrate your attention on the lightest of sounds.

and you finally heard it. a zombie was approaching from the hallway, their grunting clear as day for your careful hearing.

you had no weapon, no help around..

you didn’t know exactly what was your plan, but.. something will have to do.

you grabbed the nearest brick into your palm and squeezed hard, getting nervous.

the undead person already came into the view, feeling your presence and moving in your direction.

when there were only a few meters between the two of you, the gunshot blazed through the air.

the body fell to the floor and you saw a man standing in the hallway, rifle in his strong hands.

“hey.. you okay?” a man said, fixing his freshly dyed purple hair.

“yeah..”

“good. i think you could use a friend in this apocalypse,” a man smirked and gave you a bag with some food, by this making a peace pact between you.

STREET

hoseok was an international student from korea, who was studying art and dancing majors.

you were friends for some time already, but both of you never had time to actually hang out outside of the school grounds.

you were into filmmaking and your study hours were crazy, to say the least.

but finally, summer holidays were approaching. you didn’t make any plans, because most of your friends went travelling, and your buddies from the dorms were supposed to leave to go back to their lovely families.. you just didn’t have that.

one of the final days of the semester before the big break, you were just wandering around the campus, finally having nothing to do, after months of hard work..

and suddenly your phone rang. it startled you, on the screen showing “hoseok” with his number underneath it.

you picked it up, of course.

“hey, are you in town?” you heard an exciting tone on the other end.

“yes, actually..”

“wanna hang out? come to that park near the school, in 20 minutes?”

and it was settled. when you dragged your ass over there, you came perfectly on time and hoseok was already waiting for you, sitting on top of the many big cans that were laying around here.

he simply handed you the graffiti colour. you couldn’t help yourself but to make a surprised expression, but took the paint anyways.

“let’s create something!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet and started to dance around, filling the walls with some slogans and pictures of all sorts.

he noticed you hesitating at first, and gently put his elegant hand on your back.

“heyy,  don’t be afraid, it’s my first time with this kind of medium too! i just figured we could do something for the first time together and not worry about the result that much, most important thing is just having fun, isnt it?” he smiled at you warmly, and you just couldn’t help it and put your arm towards the wall, spraying his name on it.

YOUNG

it was one of those days, when everything seems quiet, slow and kind of lazy.. it was just another weekend in your small city, far far away from all the excitement of the bigger metropolis.

you were fortunate enough to meet one of the closest people in your life here, though.

you came over to jimin’s place, as you have previously agreed on.

he made you some tea. kettle boiled in the silence of his apartment and you smiled at each other, when he picked your favourite kind.

you knew each other well. and jimin knew even better about your current struggles, as of the problem that you’re trying to become a tattoo artist, but it wasn’t quite working out yet.

he was always trying to help and make things better.

so when you ended up in his room, he took out a marker from his pencil-case and showed it to you, excitedly.

“what should i do with it?” you chuckled, but sadness still prevailed on your face.

“draw on me,” he simply said and put the tool firmly into your hand, “imagine i’m the canvas and you’re about to ink my skin.”

“okay..” it seemed a little weird and embarrassing at first, but after a while you both got fully into it and your passion literally blossomed in front of his eyes and reflected there as beautiful sparkles.

“youth?..” he asked, looking at his arm, with a genuine warm smile.

“youth. let’s never forget about this. when we’re still young, you know?” you smiled and then jimin started laughing with his angelic voice.

“i like it! write more, please..”

you ended up writing things like “i  me”, “happy song :)” and a big “nevermind” in some really rough, but pretty font on his ribs.

“i really like this one..” jimin said, truly amazed.

and a few years later, after you’ve finally made it out of the small town and owned your own tattoo studio, jimin came with a request of nevermind on his ribs.

MAFIA

it was really risky to try and accomplish this mission and you knew it.

there were literally myths and stories going around this mafia, especially their leader.

nobody never described how he looked, just that he was ruthless and never spared their enemies.

all the other heads of gangs had exceptions for some people, but not him.

and when you were caught, illegally transporting some dangerous.. “items” by one of his people, you were immediately captured. this wasn’t supposed to happen and now you knew your fate.

you were held hostage for some days, but now you’re finally on the way to meet the master head behind all of this.

you were pushed into this luxurious room, doors closing loudly behind you. but it was empty..

after the uncomfortable silence the backdoor of this strange place opened and you saw him come in.

his expression was grim and intimidating, but changed in a heartbeat when your eyes met.

“taehyung?..” your voice cracked in between the pronunciation of his name and you were just.. astounded.

you were close friends until last two years, because you suddenly lost contact with each other.

“are you okay?” he immediately rushed to you, uncuffed your hands and wrapped you in a warm hug, dropping his stern facade this instant. in that second all your memories from when you were younger and just having fun together popped up in your head and you couldn’t help but only hug him tighter.

when you pulled away after a while, you cupped his cheeks with your hands and stared into his eyes, “how the fuck did you get into all of this mess?”

you just wanted him to stay this innocent and pure boy you always knew..

“i should ask you the same thing then,” he frowned his brows and pouted.

“i guess we’ll have to figure it out somehow..” you turned your head towards the doors, that slowly clicked as someone was clearly ears dropping you.

“now it’s only you and me, partner.”

MESSENGER

you were just an ice cream truck worker, giving out yet another frozen treat to a happy family in front of your face. ugh. you didn’t like your job one bit. but what can you do in summer, when you don’t have enough money from your usual income like drawing or writing articles, right? next second you look up from your phone and another customer is standing there. “can i get some ice, please? just ice,” he says firmly and tries to keep up a smile, but it breaks a few times, because the man looks genuinely injured on the side of his head. “are you sure? you should call a doctor for that-“ you can’t even finish your sentence when he just pulls his hand into the ice-cubes container himself and pushes it against his temple, part of the ice melting and some of it falling down. suddenly he’s checking his phone and then frantically looks around, not loosing his cool image. then his eyes dart back at you and he says, “do you think i can hide behind the truck? you’d still stand there so its not suspicious that the truck is here by itself?” he really seemed to be in a hurry, so you just nodded your head yes and he was already crouching next to you, in a still position. soon a group of bulky men appeared, coming to you and asking if you havent seen a younger guy with longer brown hair, tattoos and piercings. you have, and he has been hiding just next to your legs. “no, i’m sorry,” you said with an innocent smile and eventually they went away. when the air was clear, the man finally stepped away and most adorable smile appeared on his face. he was holding a small transparent package, full of white crystals. from all the happiness he kissed the package and then patted you a little awkwardly on the shoulder. “thank you so much for covering me. i’m jeongguk, by the way,” he stretched his tattooed arm towards you and you shook hands. “can i get an ice cream now?” he said, a little bit embarrassed, as he stood in front of the truck now, like a normal customer.

[justakpopfic]

Boss by Night chapter 6

Nct mafia!au

(I do not own any of the still pictures used. Please don’t repost.)

Summary: Taeyong lives a double life. In the day, he’s just a normal guy taking care of Jisung, an orphaned boy that Taeyong took under his wing. At night, he’s the leader of the notorious Mafia, NCT. When Jisung grows suspicious of what Taeyong does for his job, and when a deal goes wrong, Taeyongs two worlds begin to slowly collide.

Genre: mafia, angst

Warnings: This chapter has violence and mentions of guns and drugs.

Masterlist/Next

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Taeyong POV

Monday came. I brought my suitcase out to the car earlier than usual. Jisung was at the door, as he always was.

I walked up to him, engulfing him in a tight hug.

“Stay safe, there’s food you can heat up inside, if you want to invite your friends over you can, just don’t trash the place,” I said, holding him close like it was the last time I might see him.

Actually, I didn’t want to think about that.

“Don’t worry,” Jisung said, “I’ll be fine.”

I pecked Jisung on the forehead. “I love you, Jisungie,” I said.

“I love you too,” Jisung said.

Just as I was about to leave, Jisung spoke up.

“You have a pretty cool job Taeyong,” he said, “It must be fun to go on these kind of trips, even if it’s for work.”

“Yeah.”

I had never felt so guilty before.

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“Alright, Winwin,” I said, “Do you have the tracker ready?”

“Almost,” said Winwin.

It’s been a couple of hours since we’ve arrived in Japan. Illegally, might I add. Yuta led us to a run down warehouse near downtown. Perfect for a hideout.

“Okay boss,” Winwin said after a while, “I found their location.”

“Already?” I asked. I forget how good Winwin was with technology. “Where are they?”

“They seem to be near the east side of the city, but I’m not exactly sure where.”

“Let me see,” Yuta said. He crouched behind Winwin, who was sitting on the floor with his laptop. He stared at the screen, narrowing his eyes in deep concentration. Soon, they widened slightly.

“They’re heading towards a casino,” he said.

“A casino?” Doyoung said. “What kind?”

“What do you mean what kind? They’re all the same.”

“The name, Yuta,” said Kun.

“Oh, it’s most likely Tokyo Casino. It’s the biggest one here.”

“Why would they be at a casino?” Doyoung asked.

My mind went to my father. It was almost impossible to hide the wave of anger that came with it. I took a deep breath. “I know what they might be planning,” I said.

“What is it?” Yuta asked.

“They either need that money for another deal, or they’re just going to blow it all at the casino. And we can’t let either of those happen.”

Winwin closed his computer, “Well then, let’s get going.”

Just as we were about to leave, I felt a vibration in my pocket. Taking my phone out, I saw Jisung’s name.

Why would he be calling me right now? Is there something wrong? For a split second, I almost accepted it. But I couldn’t, not when I’m working.

I hung up, shutting my phone down completely.

“Who was that, Boss?” Kun asked.

“Nobody,” I replied, putting myself into work mode.

We made our way downtown.

We found our way to the Tokyo Casino. According to Winwin, Exo were hiding somewhere in the area.

“What’s the plan, Boss?” Doyoung asked.

“We need to get their exact location, or as accurate as possible,” I said. “Winwin, can you do that?”

Winwin nodded. He went straight to work on his computer.

“They’re in the back alley,” Winwin said shortly after.

“Good,” I said. “Let’s trap them, and teach them a lesson.”

Winwin and Doyoung went a separate way to block the east side, as Kun, Yuta, and I moved to the west side. We took our places in the alleyway behind the casino.

We stayed still, the only lights coming from the bright streets seemed to barely poke into the alleyway. We waited for a sign. A sign that they were there, and vulnerable.

I crept closer, making sure that Yuta and Kun didn’t follow me. Going deeper into the alley, I could barely see anything. I was crouched, perfectly still.

Then he came. He exited the back door of the casino, with someone I couldn’t see, holding a briefcase.

Suho, the leader of Exo.

He was speaking to the man in Japanese. When his back was turned towards me, and the other man left, I rose, raising my gun at him.

I wanted to shoot him—not kill him yet. I just wanted him helpless on the floor as I got my revenge on him. But it was risky, stupid even. Instead, I waited until he turned around.

Suho was startled once he saw me. He took a step back, before a hint of a smile crawled onto his face.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to follow me all the way here,” he said.

I didn’t want to waste any time. I nodded towards the briefcase in his hands, “What’s in there?”

“What you came for,” Suho tossed the briefcase towards me. It landed right in the middle between us. I kept my eyes on Suho the entire time.

He’s much too relaxed. He’s hiding something.

“What?” Suho said, faking innocence, “There’s the money, right there.”

God I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face right then and there. But I kept my cool, my gun still pointed at him.

“Why are you making it easy?” I questioned.

Suho’s smirk grew into a full smile, “Because you can’t escape anyways.”

I felt a kick to my back. I fell. I turned around to kick my attacker. He kicked me in the stomach, knocking the air out of me. I tired to get up, but I froze at the sight of a gun pointing at me.

My attacker kept his foot on my stomach, gun pointed at my head. I could hear the others grunts. Turning my head to the side, I saw that the other Exo members had gotten everyone else to the ground.

I sensed Suho standing right over my head. Even from the ground, he had that same sinister smile.

“You were always so determined TY,” he said. Was he going to start talking? This could be useful.

“So?” I said, trying to keep him talking.

“It’s cute, that’s all,” he said.

“How is trying to get the money you were supposed to give me back cute?”

Suho crouched down, his face right above mine. I could smell his breath as he spoke.

“I knew you were coming,” he said. “The tracker was very sneaky, I must say. I was about to get rid of it, until I realized that I could do, well…this.”

“So I was going to get caught all along?” I said. I inched my hand towards my gun as discreetly as possible.

“Unfortunately for you, yes,” said Suho. “And now,” Suho reached into my back pocket taking out my phone. I almost froze with fear. He held the phone over my face, “I’m going to do what I planned to do ever since I took down your father.”

He was planning to kill me. He was planning to kill me and possibly everyone else here. I couldn’t let that happen. I brushed my finger against my gun. Almost there.

“Listen to me very closely TY,” said Suho as he turned on my phone. “You will do exactly what I say, and maybe I’ll spare your men’s life for a little while longer.”

“What do you want?” I almost had a firm grip on my gun. The man keeping me at gun point saw. He kicked the gun farther away from me, out of my reach.

“Nice try,” the man snarled.

“I want to kill you,” said Suho, “but first, I want to get everybody else that works for your gang’s name.”

My heart stopped at the thought of everyone back home being killed because of me. Then my mind went to Jisung. Jisung, who had no idea about any of this. I can already hear someone telling me how I was killed…no, don’t think about that. Think about now.

“I’ll just call your friends, and provide a little ransom for them to come over,” he said.

The other man turned me over onto my front. I could feel my wrists getting locked into handcuffs. I felt absolutely helpless as I was forced to my knees, facing one of the people I hated.

I wish I could fight back. But all I was able to do was watch Suho open my phone up to my home screen.

I saw his face in the blue glow. First it was satisfied, then it morphed into confusion. Finally, a smile grew on his face again, this time more sinister.

“Well this is interesting,” he said, almost chuckling. He knelt down before me, his smile borderline terrifying.

“Who’s Jisungie?”

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A/N: Yes, I did leave it at a cliffhanger. But I still hoped you enjoyed this chapter! Please let me know what you think. And tell me if you’d like to be added or removed from the tag list.

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[let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol]

Agent Hemmings Part 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

     Luke sat quietly in his spot. He had nothing more to say now that his secret was out in the open. What more could he possibly say? Yes, he had made a mistake long ago, but that was in the past. In fact Luke was surprised Professor Bilgi held a grudge for that long. Bilgi stared at Luke curiously. He wanted to gauge Luke’s reaction and see if Luke felt any remorse for what had happened. You on the other hand was trying to take it all in. Letting every secret of Luke’s sink into your skin and settle. “Well now that that’s all out on the table, shall we continue with our plans?” Bilgi questioned. This broke Luke from his trance and he looked at Bilgi.

“What plans?” Luke asked, struggling once more against the ropes that were binding his hands. 

“Well my plans of revenge of course,” Bilgi stated, “Do you want to hear it?” the question was rhetorical, but Luke already knew the Professor would tell him anyway. It was a flaw Bilgi had. He spent most of his time explaining the plan he would do instead of actually doing it. You rolled your eyes at Bilgi’s words and let out a deep sigh. What else was there to his plan? You were already here and so was Luke not to mention your life was already in danger. “I lost someone very special to me,” Bilgi said, “So I deemed it fit that you lose someone special to you too.”  Your blood ran cold at what his words. 

You started to struggle just as much against the ropes like Luke was doing. Luke was scared. You could see it in his eyes as he gave you a panicked look. “Don’t fucking touch her,” Luke growled, wishing his team was working on a rescue right now. Bilgi smirked at the reaction he got from Luke and his hand reached out to smooth back your hair. 

“How do you want it, sweetheart? Quick and painless or slow and painful?” Bilgi questioned. Your breathing quickened and you whimpered at his question. Bilgi yanked at your hair and you let out a yelp of pain. There was no way in hell you were going to answer that question. Your eyes closed as his hand went down to grip at your chin and examined your face. “Slow and painful it’s going to be. We want Luke here to hear your cries of help.” Luke had to think of something fast, his mind racing as he watched Bilgi prance over to a set of tools. While Bilgi was distracted, Luke took this moment to talk to you.

“Look at me, Princess,” Luke said in a calm voice. Your eyes slowly opened and you looked at him just like he had requested. Luke wanted to cry, but he couldn’t show any vulnerability. He had to stay strong because years of training had prepared him for this moment. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he told you. 

“Why should I believe anything you say? You’ve been lying to me throughout this whole relationship,” you said, voice shaking in fear as you heard a loud clank come from behind you. 

“Y/N now’s not the time for us to have this conversation and like I said that was only to protect you,” Luke sighed in frustration. “Which is what I’m trying to do now please, Y/N,” he pleaded. Luke couldn’t bear with himself if you got hurt. His eyebrows rose at you in a silent question of whether you trusted him or not and you nodded in response. 

“Okay I trust you,” you told him. Luke smiled and nodded back at you. 

“Good because I don’t have a plan, but that is my plan,” he chuckled in nervousness. He began to fiddle with his watch and his tongue poked out of his mouth as he felt for the distress button. Luke’s earpiece was working, but the line had went dead for nearly twenty minutes. Hopefully the guys would get his signal and track that to where he was now. 

     “I got something!” Ashton announced, making Michael and Calum sigh in relief. “It’s from Luke’s distress signal,” Ashton told them in confusion. Luke rarely hit his distress. He was always able to handle anything, but now it was different. You were in the picture and your life was on the line. Luke couldn’t handle this by himself. Ashton quickly began to type and the screen in front of them zoomed in until Luke’s location was up.

“Time to gear up boys,” Calum smirked, grabbing two guns from off the bed and kissing them. Calum had been waiting for this moment. Even if this had been a rescue mission he was still ready to fuck some stuff up. 

“You don’t think we should set up a plan?” Michael asked. Calum rolled his eyes in annoyance at Michael’s words. “Going in guns blazing is risky. Someone can get caught in the crossfire,” he continued. Ashton nodded in agreement. They had just heard what happened with Luke, the guys didn’t need a repeat of it. 

“Michael’s right. I mean we’re spies! Not gang members,” Ashton pointed out. 

“Then what do you suppose our plan be?” Calum questioned, placing his guns back down on the bed. Michael rubbed at the scruff on his chin in thought. They had Luke’s location, but knew nothing about the place. They didn’t even know how many people or what was guarding it. 

“I say we scope it out first,” Michael suggested. A loud sound echoed around the room making each of the guys wince in surprise. 

“I don’t think we have time for that!” Ashton shouted over the sound. His face scrunched up in second-hand pain when he realized what the sound was. They had to act fast because already they could hear your screams come from Luke’s headset.