#we had to put this sweet girl down today. i'm gonna miss her so fucking much

[thegeminisage]

sleepy girl in a few of her favorite napping spots <3

[absdoll]

oh my godddddd i just read your sub!Abby fic and i'm just thinking of a fic where reader 'doms' Abby but really she's just letting you have your fun and we all know who's still in charge :) oh my god i'm losing it please i just know you would make it so hot,,,,,,,, omg i'm giggling and twirling my hair

yesyesyesyesyes ♡ 💗💕 exactly nonnie ! <3

cw: ice play (almost) , dom!abby , daddy kink lol

“hands behind your back.” you sternly say to your blonde girlfriend, who is manspreading in front of you on your shared bed, you stood between her muscular legs.

“yes ma’am” she giggles back at you, totally taking this seriously, and pins her hands to the small of her back.

you roll your eyes at abby and puff out your chest, “what’s funny? don’t make me get rough with you.” you warn her.

“not funny baby, just cute.” she bats her eyes up at you, making your tummy explode with butterflies.

abby is always in charge. sex, plans, grocery lists, cleaning, abby is always the one handling everything. and as much as you love being under her control, today you wanted to give her a chance to relax and be tended to. but it’s abby, and abby won’t let that slide.

you point your finger to her broad chest, “lay back.” abby raises an eyebrow at you, following your orders. “you’re liking this, aren’t you princess?” abby teases.

“yeah, i am, princess” you tease back. abby can admit that she finds it hot how you’re being so demanding and tough, she knows at any second though she can bend you over her knee and you’ll be a whimpering obedient mess like you always are, but she’ll let you have your fun for now.

you pick up a cup that’s to your left, swirling around the melting ice cubes in it. abby’s gaze shifts to your hand, still shaking the cup. “baby…” she nervously breathes.

“i’m gonna take off your pants, okay?” you slide her grey sweatpants down her legs, biting your lip at the sight of her blue boxers, removing those too.

you plop an ice cube in your mouth, but abby abruptly grabs your jaw. “spit it out.” she demands. you shake your head out of her grasp, spitting the ice cube on her chest. “tss-ahh! what the fuck!” she hisses.

“i’m in charge, remember? don’t interrupt me again.” as you reach for the cup, abby has decided she’s had enough of this.

the burly blonde sits up, sliding her boxers back up to her waist. you watch as she blatantly disobeys your orders.

“here’s what gonna happen my sweet girl. you’re gonna lay down, take off those cute little panties, put your hands behind your back, and sit pretty until i tell you you can move, got it?” she hovers over you, awaiting your compliance.

“b-” you try to regain your “control” you had just a minute ago, but abby’s patience is long gone. “nuh uh baby, all i want to hear from that little mouth is yes daddy.”

abby walks out of the room, leaving you to process what’s about to happen. you do as you’re told because abby can get scary when disobeyed. her blue crystal eyes get dark, almost stone grey.

you’re naked, hands flat under your back, thighs pressing together trying to relieve the uncomfortable sensation pooling down there.

the door creaks slightly, abby’s tall build standing in the doorway, arm resting on the frame above her head. “aww good girl.” she smiles at you.

her strap is tucked in the band of her boxers, the black silicone tip peering from the top. “and good girls get rewarded, yeah?” she walks towards you, eyes locked with yours.

“spread your pussy for me doll” she coos, eyes widening at your milky cream dripping down your thigh.

abby slaps your sopping pussy, letting a long string of spit land on your throbbing nub.

“you ready?” she smirks, positioning herself at your center.

💕 @whore4abby @enbesbians @hersweetheart @picklesarenice69 @abbystoy ♡

a/n : HI MY BABIES OH MY GOD I MISSED U ANGELS SO MUCH ♡♡ feels like i haven’t written in years , ik u lot are patiently waiting on dealer!ellie & i promise promise promise she’s coming soon 🎀💕 enjoy this fun req i got awhile ago , sorry it took me so long nonnie !!!

[pinkynana]

cw : stepbro!nahyuck x fem reader, stepcest, mention of somnophilia (but not written in detail), pussy eating, threesome, blowjob, degradation, praising, unprotected sex, breeding kink, breast play, dumbification, tell me if i missed anything

a/n : i'm sorry for being away for a month. i'm gonna disappear for another month, i think. sorry. also, this was an anon request that i wanted to do longer (and might be a series)

living away from your parents bcs of college was normal. what (didn't) irritate you are your two annoying step brothers, hyuck and jaemin, who constantly visit you. and by constantly, this means everyday and sleepovers during the weekend. you always say they bother you but it actually gives you company. living alone can be scary for young women like you. 

one morning, you bent down to grab your bowl in the lower cabinet. what surprises you is the feeling of jaemin's hips meeting yours. you squeaked and gasped when he even pulled you closer to him. "good morning. having breakfast?" he asked innocently. 

"yeah, you want some?" you pushed him away gently. "sure. you'll make some for me?" you nod, taking two bowls instead of one. "how do you like to eat your oatmeal?" you finally turn around to see your step brother's face. 

"aren't you such a good girl?" you felt shivers run down your spine when he slid his finger down from your chin to your jaw. you didn't know why he was looking at you with such eyes. "huh?" 

"asking me what i like." this time, he trapped you in between him and the counter behind you. both his arms next to your hips and his head tilted. you blinked, feeling a weird hot tension. 

"i like mine with honey." you said with an awkward smile, trying to break the tension in between you two.

"sweet." he kisses your cheek. 

he does that all the time. so does your other step brother, donghyuck. you thought it was just a sweet gesture between step siblings but these days it felt different. 

jaemin finally left you alone so you could make him the breakfast you promised. but just few minutes after, donghyuck came along as he smacked your ass with no guilt whatsoever. "hey!" you frowned. "that's not very nice." you weren't sure why you felt embarrassed. siblings joke around like this all the time, right? including step siblings, right? 

donghyuck licked his lips before saying "you've no plans today?" he asked, looking at you in your pajamas still. he knew that if you had plans, you'd wash up before breakfast or sometimes you'd just grab breakfast outside. but you're here in the kitchen with no signs of going out. 

"it's a lazy day, i think." you shrugged. "how's this?" you scooped a little bit of your honey oatmeal to his face, asking him to have a taste. if only you knew that he couldn't care less about whatever the fuck you're cooking. so he pushed away your spoon. 

"wanna have plans with me?" 

"i said it's a lazy day." 

he rolled his eyes. "yeah, the plan is to have a lazy day together." 

"i don't mind but you know, if you're gonna stay here might as well-" 

"i'll be in your room." and there goes your hopes of having your brother to pay rent with you since they've been hanging around a lot with you. of course you love them but it's a capitalist world you live in. 

"jaemin, if you don't get here and eat your oatmeal, i'll put strawberries in it." 

-

"we can just watch movies?" hyuck suggested. "that's boring." jaemin pushed him slightly. "i can teach you guys how to crochet? or maybe cross stitch?" you smiled at your own suggestion.

"honey, it's a lazy day, remember?" hyuck looked at you. 

"fine, i'll just take a nap. you guys do whatever you want." you stomp your feet to your room, acting upset to your step brothers. 

"look what you did, you upset our baby sister!" jaemin complained. "shut up, let her sleep. she said we could do anything." donghyuck smirked, which made jaemin immediately understand his ideas. 

-

having a dream where both your step brothers grope you in your sleep shouldn't feel that good. waking up with wet panties with no one by the side of your bed shouldn't feel this lonely. is lonely even the word you're looking for? 

you wonder if it's a bad thing that you want to touch yourself to the thought of those two. you've never touched yourself for someone in real life. it's always fictional men that make you feel this way. so why is it that your brothers are the ones you thirst for at the moment? 

riding your pillow with nothing but your undergarments on while thinking of hyuck's fingers that touched you in your dreams. the kisses that jaemin gave you on your stomach, your breast. thinking that your step brothers had leave your apartment, you let out loud moans, calling out their names. 

you felt your body jump when suddenly your bedroom door opened with jaemin and donghyuck. you don't know if it's a good or a bad thing that donghyuck literally had his dick out, jerking himself off. you blinked in confusion. 

"i thought you left." you said. 

"when our baby is this sexually frustrated? of course not." jaemin held your chin up so you'd look at him. embarrassment was the only thing you felt at the moment. you probably looked like a disgusting whore to your brothers. 

they loved it. 

"want us to help you, baby?" though you were ashamed, you couldn't help but say "please." 

"up, now." you sat up so jaemin could remove the pillow you were riding. he sees the wet patch on it and on your panties. "dirty girl." he smirked. "i gotta clean you up. lay down for me, pretty." you obliged. 

as your head fell on your pillow, you see donghyuck still jerking off on his dick. it made your mouth water. his cock looked so delicious to you. 

while you fantasized of giving hyuck a blowjob, jaemin had taken off your panties and gave your pussy a kiss. "you can move whenever you want, okay?" he said before finally devouring your nasty clit. with just the feeling of his lips there, you were already pulling his hair and moaning like a bitch. 

"fuck, you look like a cheap slut like that." you hear donghyuck said. "ride his fucking face, whore." you weren't even aware that you obeyed donghyuck's order. you moved your hips on jaemin's lips like they had their mind of their own. "wanna suck you.." you looked at your step brother who was degrading you. 

"oh, you really are a fucking whore." hyuck was nowhere gentle with you. he pushed your face down into your pillows as he climbed on your bed, kneeling in front of your face before giving you what you thirsted for. 

in just a few seconds, hyuck was already thrusting his cock into your throat. "that's right. since i made you cum in your sleep you gotta make me cum in your mouth, got it?" and when he said that, you couldn't help but smile.

so what happened before wasn't a dream? they really did touch you while you were asleep. or could this situation still be in your dream. 

"so fucking sexy. you look so sexy smiling with my cock in your mouth. of course i gotta reward you with my cum, right? wanna swallow my cum, huh? you dirty slut?"

before you could nod, you felt jaemin's dick enter you hole that he made out with earlier. and suddenly everything felt so good. you were practically in heaven. you couldn't believe that you questioned your morals while you masturbated earlier. who cares about morals when you could have big dicks inside you? 

"her real reward is my cum in her womb. gonna make sure she gets pregnant today." jaemin said as he thrusted into you harshly. "my good girl. always obeying me. always make me feel good." your head went dizzy with the praising from jaemin and degradation from donghyuck. "you're squeezing me so tight, baby. that feel good?" jaemin's balls hitting your cunt felt like the thing that has been missing in your life. you finally understood the tension you felt from earlier this morning.

you wanted to have sex with your step brothers. 

"gonna cum." hyuck grunts, still thrusting at your mouth. "gonna cum and you're gonna swallow, alright? be the fucking whore that you are." donghyuck holds your face on his last thrust, keeping it steady like that so he could cum deep in your throat. he sighed once he released his hot liquid and pulled out. "what are you?" he strokes your hair. 

"lee donghyuck's cumslut." your answer gave you a kiss from your step brother where he could even taste his cum on your lips. you then smiled happily before you continued to moan from the feeling of jaemin's cock throbbing inside you. 

the moans went louder as his hips went faster. it didn't help that donghyuck was now sucking on your bouncing tits. 

"fuck fuck fuck, need to fill this hole up." jaemin groaned as you felt him pour his cum into your pussy. it was no surprise that you loved every feeling of it. 

as jaemin pulled away and went to the bathroom, hyuck stayed right there with you, still sucking on your boobs.

"dude, i'm going home." the both of you hear jaemin half yell from outside of your room. 

"yeah, you go do that. i'll have fun with my little fucktoy." donghyuck intertwined his fingers with yours, adjusting his position so his dick meets your pussy.

[chaotic-fandom-writer]

Adam x Reader P.4 (Hazbin Hotel)

Sorry for the short part, life loves to get in the way. Promise the next one will be longer!

I also apologize for the delay on posting this, I had a bigger part almost completely written up, and a storm took out my wifi, and I lost all of my work. The part is so much shorter today because I wanted to hurry and quickly get something out for you guys this morning.

Part 5 will be out tonight so long as there's no more interruptions like that lol! And I promise it will be much longer, I have some good stuff planned!

Enjoy!

Warnings: Heavy cursing, violence, adult themes

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

Adam

Adam tried his hardest to stay away. Really, he did, because he knew he would be putting you in harm's way by breaking Sera's rules. But it was hard.

Once he realized who you were back on that rooftop, all you've done is consume his mind. He missed you. He never thought he'd see you again. Now, the universe plops you down right in front of him, just to take you away again?

He couldn't stand it.

So, every night, he'd wear something unrecognizable, and go to your street.

If he stood in just the right spot, he could get a glimpse of you in your living room through the blinds.

Every night, he went, and every night, he saw the same thing.

You, curled up on the couch, in the dark. And he could hear you.

Crying.

It made Adam's stomach turn to hear you in so much pain. He never thought he could care about anybody like this ever again, but here you are, making him feel all these stupid fucking things.

He wanted to run right up to your door, kick it open, tell you everything about who you are, and hold you tight.

He wanted to kiss you, as much as he hated to admit it to himself. He wanted to feel your skin underneath his fingertips.

Damn her. He thought. Damn her for making me feel like this, and not even knowing it.

Adam really believed he could handle this as long as he got to see you from a distance sometimes. She's just some girl, he would tell himself. What are you getting so worked up for?

Until one day, he started to notice someone talking to you. A neighbor, it appeared. He would come knocking on your door every day with gifts - dinner, flowers, sweets - you name it.

Adam sat watching you one night, like he always did, and his greatest fear came true - he watched as you invited this man inside.

Nothing happened, thankfully, but his blood boiled at the sight of some guy trying to win you over.

Finally, he had enough.

One day, he waited outside for the neighbor to appear. And he did.

"Hey. HEY!"

The man turns, startled, relaxing slightly when he sees it's Adam. "Oh, hello Adam! Did you need something?"

"Yeah, I need to know why the fuck you keep visiting (Y/N)."

The man scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Well.. we live next door to each other, and every day, all I can hear is her crying.

I don't think anyone should live like that, even if they were a sinner! And I figure, hey, she can't be bad if she redeemed herself, right? And she isn't she's actually a very sweet, beautiful-"

Adam cuts the man off with a punch to the wall, cracking the brick and making the man jump.

"Listen up fuckbag, I'm only gonna say this once.

That's my fucking wife you're hitting on, and if you go near her again, I'll make you regret it.

Stay the fuck away from her. She's mine."

Adam leaves the man in a pile of nerves and sweat, flying away from the scene.

I can't believe I just did that. I feel like a fucking simp.

--

You

Days had gone by since you'd seen him, or anyone else for that matter. You thought maybe you had made a new friend, your neighbor, but even he stopped coming to see you, too. You started trying to leave your room as little as possible. Every now and then, you'd notice Sera lingering at the end of the hall, but as soon as she saw you, she'd leave.

Truthfully, you could care less. You missed home. You missed your friends.

Tired of sitting around being Heaven's newest exibit to marvel at, you decided enough was enough.

I'm leaving this fucking place. No matter what I have to do. It's time to come up with a plan.

Packing one, small bag, you set it next to your door in case you needed a quick exit. Best to travel light.

The only problem was finding a portal back into Hell. You obviously couldn't just go ask someone to take you back. You considered doing something to get into trouble, but without knowing exactly how the angels would react, it would be too much of a risk.

You decided to break into Sera's office. It seems like a crazy, risky thing to do, but you figured if there's any kind of physical item that can help you, it had to be there, right?

You waited for the cover of night before sneaking to the office. The building was quiet at night, still, and silent.

You approached her door, straining your eyes for any possible sounds. After hearing nothing, you knock softly on the door.

No response.

You push the door slightly, and it creaks open. Peeking inside, you find an empty room. You enter, quietly shutting the door behind you.

You take your time searching the room, shuffling through papers and looking through cabinets.

Then finally, you see it.

Underneath Sera's desk is a gold-lined trap door. You reach for the handle and find it open. Inside is a small hiding space, occupied by some files, a wooden box, and a smaller box.

You reach for the big box, but when your fingers touch it, it suddenly sparks, shooting volts of pain through your arm.

You gasp, yanking your hand away. The box glues with strange carvings.

Taking a deep breath, you reach for the smaller box. This one doesn't hurt you, so you open it.

Inside, you find a glowing gem. The purplish-blue hues of light reflect off your irises, your eyes glowing at the sight.

You reach for it, and it allows you to do so.

Something about it speaks to you, telling you that it's purpose is what you're looking for. Unsure why, you feel certain that this is what you're looking for. You close everything up and quickly retreat back to your home.

Putting the gem in a safe, hidden spot, you quickly realize you have no idea how to activate it, and mentally curse your own luck.

Maybe I can convince someone to show me, or even trick them. You thought to yourself.

Either way, I'm getting out of here.

--

Don't forget, I'm always accepting requests!

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

[allmoshnobrain]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

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I could feel his heart tapping against my fingertips, a bit quicker now, a subtle blush coloring his cheeks. His blonde eyelashes looked almost see-through in the sunlight, his blue eyes sparkling and locked onto mine, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. I brought my hands up to his face, running my fingers over it slowly. He let out a sigh, lightly shutting his eyes like he'd been waiting for my touch his whole life.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, romance

✦ a/n: Hi, everyone! I posted this chapter a little later than usual because I was too busy today, but it's here! Sorry for the delay. Also, some of you may have already seen this, but: I missed writing about Dave and Nore happy together a lot these last few days, so I posted a small extra chapter set somewhere between chapters 16 and 17 for all my Dave and Nore enjoyers 🖤 You can read it here. Hope you liked reading, feedback is welcome!

✧ you don't have to leave, you could just stay here, with me / forget all the party police, we could find comfort in debauchery ✧

“I should've been there with you,” James's voice, annoyed and concerned, crackled through the phone pressed to my ear. “You shouldn't have dealt with this on your own. I should've been right there beside you.”

“James, it's alright,” I mumbled, sparking a cigarette, propping myself against the payphone stand. It was late afternoon, and I’d dialed James to tell him all about my disastrous mission in Los Angeles. If I wasn't in tears at the moment, it was only because I'd already exhausted my supply in the hours before.

“Of course, it's not okay!” he burst out, matching my frustration. “Did you check with the neighbors? Wasn't there some dude you knew living downstairs?”

“Yeah, Ellefson. He bailed too. Apparently, they moved out together last week. Left no trace for anyone to follow,” I finished the sentence with a tremor in my voice, eyes burning with fresh tears, but I wasn't going to break down now. Not while James was on the line, his concern clear in every word he spoke.

“Fuck. What a mess,” he muttered. “Hey, it's gonna be alright. I think I've got his mom's address; I can try reaching out to her. We'll find him, Nore.”

“Thanks, James,” I said, feeling a bit better knowing that even if the day had turned to crap, he still had my back.

“I'm sorry about all this Pat shit. Had no clue she'd pull a stunt like that.”

“It's fine…”

“No, Nore, it's not. You know, you said the right thing to her. I never want to see that girl again. But I can hop over to Los Angeles if it means making her apologize to you,” he declared, his voice carrying a slightly menacing edge that hinted he might have wanted to go beyond a simple apology.

“James, you really don't have to do that. It'd be just playing into her drama,” I let out a heavy sigh. “All I want is to find Dave and sort this mess out once and for all.”

“We'll track him down, Nore. I promise. Everything's gonna be fine,” James tried to assure me, and I managed a small smile. There was something kinda sweet about how he was going all out to cheer me up, genuinely putting in the effort to help me out, just because it'd make me happy. 

James was just impossible not to like.

“I know, Jamie,” I replied, letting the warmth of my smile show in my voice. “Thank you.”

The rest of February breezed by quickly; I suddenly realized that the one-year anniversary of my move to San Francisco had quietly passed. It seemed pretty wild how everything that had unfolded in the last few months had managed to cram into a year, shaping me in more ways than I could express. It was like I'd been a part of the boys’ life forever, like I couldn’t quite picture who I was without them in the frame.

March rolled in, bringing the end of winter closer and closer. As the days lit up and warmed, James and I kept our long-distance communication going. The phone calls from San Francisco to Long Beach, initially a bit spaced out, soon became almost a daily ritual, and I found myself eagerly anticipating those moments in an entirely new way. Sweet words of affection began to find their way into our conversations more frequently. I had to admit, I missed James more than I'd care to confess — not just the tour moments but also his touch, the sound of his voice and laughter, the blue in his eyes, and even the warmth of his kisses and the feel of his body against mine.

Being back at my parents' house had its perks: with no job on my plate and studies yet to kick in, I found myself drowning in free time. I dedicated most of it to diving into my studies and building up a solid portfolio in visual arts, gearing up for the application grind at the San Francisco Art Institute. The prospect of being in the same city as Cliff and the guys again had me stoked, but in a genuinely good way — I could barely contain my excitement for things to click into place.

Another thing gobbling up my time was my newfound camaraderie with Charlotte, one of my old high school friends. She’d been pouring her heart into her debut starring role in a theatre play, and I'd been chipping in as an unofficial production assistant, giving me a reason to hang out with her and break free from my parents’ house for a bit. On a bright Wednesday morning, the moment I stepped into the auditorium where the theater troupe was fine-tuning their craft, Charlotte threw me a curveball with an unexpected ask.

“Nore!” she squealed with excitement upon spotting me, rushing over and grabbing my hands in hers. Her green eyes looked almost teary, and her lips formed a small pout. “Thank goodness you're here. Everything's going haywire today, and I'm not sure if we can sort it out!”

“What’s going on, Charlie?” I inquired, intrigued, as I shrugged off my jacket, tossing it onto one of the chairs in the vacant audience area. “Did the dressing room light decide to bail on us again? You know I'm useless with those things.”

“Of course not!” she retorted, indignant, and I released a low chuckle.

“Just pulling your leg. What's up?”

“I need you to act in the play.”

I blinked, puzzled, furrowing my brow as I crossed my arms.

“You... Hold on, what? Charlie, the play is in two weeks.”

“I know!” she sighed, slumping into one of the chairs, defeated. “Why do you think I'm so desperate? One of the actresses can't perform anymore. And now the director wants to cancel the play because we won't be able to find a replacement on time!”

“And you want me to step in.”

“Yeah!”

“In a play that's premiering in fifteen days?”

“Nore, you've always been fantastic in our school's Drama Club…”

“No way, Charlie! How am I supposed to pull that off?”

“Nore, please, please, please?” she clasped my hand in hers, her eyes pleading. “It's my first lead role, I've been rehearsing for months! I promise to help you with the lines, I'll do anything!”

I sighed, resigned.

“Fine. But you owe me one,” I replied, and she let out an excited squeal before hugging me.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You won't regret it, I promise!”

Well, she was right — I didn't regret it. Actually, practicing for the play turned out to be a lot more fun than I thought. Plus, scoring some free tickets to hand out to my friends and family made me care a bit less about the crazy deadline to cram all those lines into my brain. Charlie and I basically lived in that auditorium for the next few days; I'd roll in there in the morning and wouldn't bail until way into the evening.

When Saturday rolled around, I decided to escape to San Francisco. Stuff for the band was picking up speed after those European shows. After snagging a deal to record the second album at a studio in Denmark, the guys figured a bash was in order to toast to the good news, and obviously, I had to be there. I arranged with my parents to spend the weekend over at Cliff's place with the boys. Luckily, they had some San Francisco business on the horizon, and agreed to drop by and give me a ride back to Long Beach when it was time to head back home.

I let out a sigh as I hit the old house where I used to live with Cliff, Dave, James, and Lars. It was like nothing had changed, memories still stuck in every nook and cranny; the first chats with the guys, James getting less shy as we got tighter, my first kiss with Dave, the first time we slept together, drinking together, smoking together, laughing together, loving together. And it stung, a sharp and dry ache deep in my chest, with the gut feeling that things would never, ever be the same again.

I mixed with the crowd, strolling into the living room; the first familiar face I bumped into was James', whose eyes lit up seeing me, a grin breaking out. He hustled over, grabbing my face and planting a surprise kiss on my lips, leaving me gasping, my face heating up in a flash.

“James!” I blurted out, pupils dilated in shock as I took a step back.

“My bad. Was that a no-go?” he mumbled, a persistent grin suggesting he had no regrets about the kiss. “Just damn happy you showed up.”

“I’m happy to be here too,” I whispered, my face still warm from his gentle touch.

“Geez, you two are such a clingy couple,” Cliff chimed in, coming over. I blushed, pulling James's hands off my face and avoiding eye contact.

“We're not a couple, Cliff,” I muttered, voice low, his comment knotting something strange and uncomfortable in my chest. “Excuse me, I need a drink,” I spun around, heading for the kitchen.

“Nore, hold up,” Cliff tagged along, standing by my side as I raided the fridge for a beer. “What was that just now?”

“Nothing,” I grunted, popping the kitchen door open and stepping into the backyard. Cliff sighed but joined me, leaning against the porch railing.

“Nothing? Seriously? You're not gonna start keeping secrets from me now, after 19 years?” he came closer, tilting his head to be right in my line of sight, impossible to ignore. I sighed, rolling my eyes at his persistence. “Hey. You and James weren't, like, a thing or something?”

“It's not like that,” I grumbled. “It's just... There's just too much going on, Cliff...”

I told him everything then: how James and I had decided to give in to our feelings during the tour, how I’d tried to find Dave after coming back, how everything went wrong, and now I had no clue where he was. And maybe involving James in all this was a mistake because, frankly, with each passing day, I found myself liking him more while still stuck on my feelings for Dave.

“Well, that sucks,” he remarked after I spilled my story, prompting a nervous little laugh from me. “So, you do like James, then?”

“Of course I like him,” I replied, with a resigned sigh.

“You like him, and yet you were upset because he kissed you just now?” he pressed on, and I rolled my eyes.

“Cliff, it's not that simple…”

"No, I get it ain't," he said, sparking up a joint, taking a slow drag before locking eyes with me, dead serious. "I get you still love Dave. I get you're on this quest to find him, and I'm betting it's gonna happen, Nore. You and him, you'll cross paths again 'cause I know you're head over heels for the guy. I'm pretty damn sure you two will work things out. But..." He hesitated, and I shot him a puzzled look. Cliff usually had his words lined up tight. It wasn’t like him to be unsure about anything.

"But?" I prodded, curious. He let out a sigh.

"But things are changing at warp speed for us, Nore," He handed over the joint, and I grabbed it, taking a slow drag. "We're growing up, for crying out loud. I mean, we're about to cut an album in Europe, can you believe that? A year ago, who would've thought? Things are moving quick, do you really wanna skip the chance to catch some happiness along the way? You don't know when you'll stumble upon Dave. No idea how long it'll take to straighten things out with him. Are you gonna keep dodging happiness till then?"

"Cliff, what are you getting at?"

"What I'm getting at, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but fine, what I mean is maybe you should quit fighting what you feel for James. I mean, you liked him before, but let's be real, you rolled back from Europe completely in love with him, didn't you?"

In love. Those words set my face on fire, my heart doing a marathon, and a zillion butterflies doing somersaults in my stomach. My first instinct was to argue with Cliff, but deep down, he wasn't totally off, was he? If I already had a soft spot for James before, now it was more like a full-blown obsession. It felt like a hunger, like I needed him to fill some kind of void inside of me. And somehow, this crazy feeling coexisted with the love I held for Dave, for the empty space he’d left behind. Everything was so damn new that I could barely wrap my head around it, let alone figure out how to handle it.

"I'm not in love with him," I mumbled weakly, and Cliff chuckled, giving me a shoulder hug.

"You're a lousy liar, you know that?" he said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Hey," a familiar voice called, and I glanced up, blushing when I locked eyes with James, propped against the door frame with a beer in hand. "Nore, everything cool?"

"I'm gonna find Lea," Cliff announced, sidestepping and shooting me a suggestive look before leaving me solo with James. I watched him saunter away, feeling my face heat up, and then turned my attention to James, his blue eyes zeroed in on mine.

"You alright? Sorry about that kiss earlier. Didn't mean to upset you," he said, his voice low, stepping close enough for me to sense the heat of his body. His attentive eyes studied my face, as if trying to decode my feelings from my expression. I sighed, my heart racing in a totally new rhythm when he gently cupped my face, resting my hands on his chest as he leaned in.

"James," I murmured, my voice shaking, almost like I was saying his name for the first time. He gave me a slight smile, his gaze zeroing in on my slightly parted lips with poorly disguised desire.

"What?"

"I don't want you thinking I'm here with you just 'cause I haven't tracked down Dave yet."

"I'd never think that," he whispered, edging even closer.

I could feel his heart tapping against my fingertips, a bit quicker now, a subtle blush coloring his cheeks. His blonde eyelashes looked almost see-through in the sunlight, his blue eyes sparkling and locked onto mine, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. I brought my hands up to his face, running my fingers over it slowly. He let out a sigh, lightly shutting his eyes like he'd been waiting for my touch his whole life.

"James," I murmured again, almost like a prayer, and the way I said his name seemed to light up something hungry in him. He yanked me closer, his mouth crashing onto mine with a deep, needy moan. I sighed, trembling, my fingers tangling in his hair as I surrendered to his kiss, the dawning realization that I couldn't resist him any longer.

Actually, that I didn't want to.

He backed off, peppering soft kisses on my lips before resting his forehead against mine. His hands clung to my waist, tugging me close enough for our bodies to touch.

"I think we should head to my room," he murmured, flashing a smile. I chuckled softly, throwing my arms around his neck, and pulled him into another kiss.

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A Bang Chan FF (content warning 18+!!) (smut)

Whipped For You:

Chapter 3: Sweet Sub

Bang Chan POV:

So we eat lunch together talk about our favourite things like movies, songs, food and even talked about fitness. She goes to the gym 4 times a week has a eating schedule and thankful today was a cheat day. But I made sure we weren't having anything too heavy just something kimchi fried rice and chicken with sweet and sour sauce.

Her laugh is so adorable I could listen to her all day. She makes my heart flutter when she calls me Chan. Though I can't help to think if she ever called me other names what I might be like. I imagine her calling me "Daddy" in her sweet innocent voice and oh lord no it's not a good idea to think about that when in tight trousers.

But I can't help it. I keep imagining her under me how sweet and beautiful she would look. Her plumped lips lightly parted panting as my hand become her new accessory. God I want her now. I could take her now if I really wanted to but I can't force that. I need to be patient. Bide my time. Now my legs are crossed tightly.

She's looking at me up and down at the point noticing my body posture has changed. No. I need to take the edge off. "Excuse me baby girl I'm

Just going to the restroom. Don't miss me too much" I wink and run off the toilet that's at the end of my office. I lock the door and unzip my trousers releasing my very hard meat.

I shut mt eyes and fantasise about her. Calling me daddy panting for more. I stop myself for a second. I have a camera in my office maybe I can see what she's up to. Maybe she's releasing herself too. God that would be the hottest thing.

Y/N POV:

He excused himself for the toilet but as he stood up it was very hard not look at his trousers. I didn't realise he was just as turned on as I was. God I wish I could have followed him. I have so many urges to him I would let him take me Over his desk right there and then.

I would let him do whatever he wanted to me. I would scream Daddy and whine wanting more, his hands around my neck would feel so fucking good. God I can't stop fantasising about him. Not like I could do anything. He has a fiancé. Even though it's arranged I can't get him to cheat on her with me. It's not moral.

That doesn't mean I can't fantasise about him though. He might be away for a little while maybe I can take the edge off under the table. I uncrossed my legs under the table and notice how wet me thong was. Thats gonna leave a mark on his leather chair. Great job Y/N.

I instantly start playing with myself eyes shut head tilted back and imaging him ravashing me. I moan quietly so he doesn't hear me. I moan daddy as if he was ontop of me. It was getting so heated I even heard him growl and moan from the bathroom which made me moan a little louder. God I wish he was watching me.

Bang Chan POV:

I check my phone and I was right. This girl was very much turned on as I am. God is she playing with herself. Holy fuck. Should I watch. I put a headphone in as I can hear on these cameras. It picks up every sound. I hear her moan daddy lightly panting. What a good girl she is. Already calling my name without me asking her to.

I wanna burry my face between her legs. Make her scream in delight. Fuck it. I start going hard and rough on myself wishing it was her. I accidentally let out a growl knowing I'm close. She heard me. She must of done. Her moans got a little louder. I stop myself for a second. I had a. Idea.

I quietly leave the bathroom and walk behind her not making a sound. I'm half naked at this point. I bend down behind her and lightly whisper. "Are you daddy's babygirl...wanna help daddy get his release?" She whimpers backs "anything for daddy. Anything"

"Good girl"

I walk around to her front and part her legs harshly licking my lips as if it's going to be my last ever meal. I think she got a fright but she didn't stop me. Oh no she grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face in. Just how I imagined. I kiss her thighs lightly then roughly.

The whimpers coming from her were insane...just as I was about to go in my office phone went. It was my secretary. "Mr Bang you're fiancé is here."

"Fuck sake". The realisation hit her and he legs closed shut. For good.

"I should go. I better get back to ...work. Okay bye Mr Bang"

She ran out the door before I could get a word in. I quickly get dressed in the toilet as My fiancé came in not long after looking annoyed. Her usual. "Why was she in here with the door locked? What the Fuck Chan."

"Calm down. We were having a lunch meeting. It was a performance review. I didn't want any interruptions. Chill."

She looks at me up and down. "You look like you need a helping hand there Channie. You look like you need to relax... I can help you there daddy"

She just gave me the Ich. When she calls me like that it doesn't feel right or good. It's not the same. I reply "nope. Just tired. Look I gotta go to Jisung's floor there's a meeting I cannot miss. Also there's a staff dinner tonight that I have to attend for the anniversary so I'll be home later tonight. Im sorry..." I kiss her cheek and walk out the room.

She scoffs. "So no sex and no dinner treat. What am I marrying you for Chan!"

"Clearly not out of love..." I hear my secretary mumble as I enter the lift.

She looked at me annoyed and flustered.

I will get close to Y/N again. I will.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Pairing: Papa!eddie x Plus!size reader

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A/N: Okay I was sad how the last one ended so I’m going to make this a happy chapter. It's a little short but I'm very happy with it. Thanks for reading. As always feedback and re blogging is appreciated.

Warnings: language, fluff, and just plain love birds. Not proof read and no word count.

Summary: Though everything didn’t go as planned Eddie is determined to make things right. You’re the love of his life.

Chapter 7: Let's get married

You went to bed that night think that Eddie really didn’t want to marry you. You cried and cried. This was the first time you've slept alone since you and Eddie have been together. And the longest you spent away from Rosie and it just killed you. It's not like you didn't understand it. Eddie was just looking out for you. You knew that. But then why did it hurt so much? Maybe you overreacted. But you really wanted to marry him. He and Rosie meant everything to you.

"Please God. Please let him be there tomorrow." You prayed. " I just love him so much. Please let him come."

-

When you left Eddie was in shambles. He didn't mean to upset you. And he really didn't mean to keep you from Rosie. It's just she was being a little brat lately and he didn't want her to upset you. It's like whatever he did he just kept fucking up. But not anymore. He was done letting you down. Done seeing you angry and stressed. Done with seeing you cry and done being away from you. So he devised a plan. One that he could keep you from being stressed and still be there with you.

He went inside and Wayne looked at him.

" Okay old man. I have an idea."

-

You were woken up by things being moved in the living room and you heard hush voices. Not really being all that hush. You rubbed your eyes and sat up. You were actually scared. You got up and put on your slippers. You crept slowly to grab the bat Eddie had giving you when you guys first start talking. He had put a sock on it so that if for some reason an intruder came and you swung, you could pull it back if they caught it and swing again. You went for the doorknob and slowly turned it. You pulled it open and got ready to swing.

" Jesus y/n! What the hell are you doing with that?!"

" Robin! What are you doing here?"

"Well you're getting married today."

You put down the bat and leaned so you could look out the door.

" Nope. Nah uh. You can't see what's going on out there. C'mon we gotta get you ready." She said pushing you gently back into the room.

" Where's Rosie?"

" Ope. Let me get her." Robin left and came right back.

"Mummy. Kiss."

" Oh Rosie my sweet girl." You cried.

" Hey hey. No crying on your wedding day." Robin said handing Rosie to you.

" Hi sweet girl. Oh I've missed you so much." You kissing her head.

" So hair and makeup first?"

" I uhh. Yes. Is Eddie meeting us at the chapel?"

"Nope. The pastor is coming here." Robin smiled

" What?" You said snuggling Rosie.

" Eddie has planned everything. We are having the ceremony and reception here."

" Here?" You sniffled.

" Yup. You guys are gonna get married right in here and then since the caterers were cancelled Eddie is out buying pizza with Steve. Nancy is making the cake. And Wayne, Dustin, Mike and all the others are setting up the tables and chairs."

" It's too small out there."

" No it's cool. It's much bigger than the trailer and Eddie wants you to stay in bed."

" I am not staying in bed."

" Yes you are. Eddie said you have to or he will handcuff you to the bed."

You laughed. " Fine. As long as I become his wife today. We can do this however he wants. Right princess?"

Rosie buried her face in your neck. "Alright Robin. Make me pretty."

" Can't. You're already beautiful."

" Stop it."

Robin smiled.

...

You were putting Rosie's yellow bows in her hair while Robin curled yours. You kept looking in the mirror trying to keep from ruining your makeup from the happy tears. Rosie was playing with your makeup brushes when you heard Eddie singing.

" Oh sweet girl. Daddies here. Robin can I see him?"

" Uhh no. Not until the ceremony." She said putting a yellow ribbon in your hair.

You pouted but she still said no. " Shoot did he return his suit?"

" Yeah. So he's wearing his uncle's. It's kinda big."

" Well that won't do."

You got up and put Rosie on the bed and went to the closet. You pulled out some of Eddie's clothes. A pair of black jeans with no holes in them and an all black shirt with his old leather jacket.

" Yeah this is more him. Could you get him to change into this?"

" That's not wedding attire more like a funeral."

" It's our wedding and we can wear whatever we want. Besides he looks really good in black. Just tell him I said that and he will change."

Robin gave you a grin and took the clothes.

You grabbed Rosie and put her dress on. You walked her to the full body mirror and sat on the floor. You held your belly.

" Look peanut. Your sissy looks like a real princess."

Rosie went to the mirror and laughed at her reflection. You were so happy. The only person missing was Eddie. You wanted to see him so badly. But it was as if he read your mind.

" Sweetheart?"

You turned around and Eddie cracked open the door and he waved his hand through. You could see his leather jacket

" Eddie!" You said happily and got up picking up Rosie and went to the door

" Hey baby. Robin said I can't see you yet so I'm just gonna keep the door like this okay?"

" Oh Eddie."

" Yeah I know. I want to see you too. Baby, I umm I'm sorry I didn't tell you what I did. I didn't mean to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. And I'm sorry I kept Rosie away. I'll never do that again. And sweetheart I promise. I won't have another cigarette. I give you my word."

" Honey, please don't keep things. Whatever it is, just talk to me. And please keep your word. Because I don't want to change you, I just really need you to stick around as long as possible. I don't want to be without you."

" I promise y/n. Cross my heart."

" I love you Eddie. And I can't wait to be your wife."

Eddie leaned his forehead on the door and put his arm through the crack again. This time he felt your face and your hand over his.

" Soon baby. Soon....I love you."

"Alright Munson, get. I need to help y/n with her dress." Robin ordered

Eddie felt your lips on his palm and he smiled.

" Don't take too long. I need to see her."

He took his hand back and you frowned. You stepped away from the door and Robin came in.

" Okay. Ready? The pastor is here so we gotta be quick."

" Okay. Hear that sweet girl. Mommy has to put on her dress now." You gave Rosie one last kiss on the cheek before putting her down.

Robin helped you into your dress and zipped up the back.

" Ready?" She asked

" Absolutely."

" Okay so the pastor is coming in first then Wayne and Dustin. Steve and the others are gonna stand on that side into the hallway. Then Eddie is gonna come."

"Okay. Is Rosie gonna stay or walk with Eddie?"

"That's up to you. But you have to lay down."

" Is Eddie gonna stand?"

" Umm I'm not sure. I think he's just gonna wing it."

" Oh-okay. Umm I'll keep Rosie."

You went to her and picked her up and sat on the bed with your back against the headboard. You put her down next to you and kissed her head. Robin fixed your dress and smiled.

" Okay I'm gonna let them come in now."

" Okay... Thank you Robin."

" Bin. Bin. Bin."

You both looked at Rosie.

" Did she just say my name?"

"Yeah I think she did." You smiled

Robin laughed and held Rosie's hand. " Robin....Ro-bin."

"Bin." Rosie said bringing her arm up and down.

" Oh my god! She loves me."

" Of course you do, huh sweet girl. You love auntie Robin."

Robin stood up straight. " I like that. Auntie Robin."

" Me too." You beamed at her

" Okay. Let's get this show on the road."

You nodded in agreement. Robin opened the door and led the pastor to his place and you smiled at him. Then uncle wayne came in.

" You look beautifully kiddo." He said kissing the crown of your head.

" Thank you"

Dustin came right after him with the biggest smile.

" Hey y/n. You look great." He said giving you a hug.

" Thanks bud."

" Are you sure you want to marry Eddie and not me?"

You laughed. " Huh. If it doesn't work out I'll call you."

Dustin blushed and was pulled back by Wayne.

"Alright kid. She's spoken for." Wayne grunted making you laugh again.

Everyone else took their place and it was time for Eddie to come. Rosie had taken out her bows and you were putting them back on when he came. He just stood in the doorway watching his girls. You honestly never looked so beautiful. He stood there with a grin just watching you. When you finally looked up your eyes met. You bit your lip and blushed. He was so happy to finally see you that he did a little jog and jumped on the bed. Making everyone laugh. Rosie giggled at him and he placed kisses all over your face.

" You look incredibly sweetheart."

" Honey." You giggled.

" Alright you two. Let's get married." Robin interrupted.

Eddie plopped down on the other side of Rosie and put one arm around your shoulder pulling you closer and one arm around Rosie. Once you guys were comfy he crossed his ankles and nodded.

The pastor smiled and began reading from his folder.

" Welcome, we are gathered here today to celebrate and to witness the joining of Edward Munson and Y/N L/N in marriage. As they promise to love, trust in that love, honor one another as individuals and anticipate with joy spending the rest of their lives together. They are surrounded by you. Their friends and family. Thank you for gathering here to witness their marriage and to share in the joy of this special occasion."

Eddie held you tighter and kissed your forehead. You moved your hand to rest on his lap with the other joining his on Rosie.

" You have chosen to write your vows, and it is with these words you express your binding promises to love, honor, and cherish one another. If you are ready to make these promises to each other I invite you now to face each other and declare your intentions. When you're ready you may begin."

" That's my que." Eddie said getting up and sat in front of you.

You had picked up Rosie and put her in your lap as you crossed your legs. Dustin tried handing a piece of paper to Eddie but he shooed him away.

" I got this man." Eddie said never taking his eyes off of you.

Wayne and the others laughed.

Eddie cleared his throat. " Y/n, for a long time I never really believed in all of this. And I honestly never actually think this would happen. But then you walked into my life. Into Rosie's life and you were a god send. I can remember it as if it was yesterday, the time when you came over and Rosie hadn't pooped in like 3 days. And out of nowhere you came to her rescue. And ever since that day you have been my saving grace. It's unbelievable that today I get the chance to promise myself to you. Just some weirdo who was able to convince someone who is so beautiful and smart and the most amazing woman I have ever met to be with me. You are an amazing mother and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to you now. That whatever comes our way. I will be here for you, for Rosie, and for our little peanut. Always." He put his hand on your tummy and smiled.

He reached up to wipe your tears away. "I love you sweetheart."

You sniffled and reached in your pocket for a note card. Rosie snatched from your hand as soon as you pulled it out. You laughed. Eddie tried to get it back for you but you held his hand.

" It's okay. I don't need it."

You took a deep breath and swallowed.

" Eddie, the day we officially met I had no idea this would be the way it would turn out. I thought maybe a friendship at the most. But then, I fell so deeply in love with you. And with Rosie. As time went on, I knew that I could trust you with my heart. Everything about you makes me feel the most comfortable I have ever been. Not just by your presence but by your words and the things you do. When I'm with you and Rosie. I'm home. I promise. I will always love you and Rosie." You put your hand on his that was on your belly. " And our baby. Forever."

Eddie looked at you through his tear stricken eyes. "uhh can I kiss her now?"

Everyone laugh.

"Just a few more minutes." The pastor said.

Eddie hung his head.

"Thank you for sharing your vows with all of us. The rings you are about to place on each other's fingers are symbols of the love you expressed. They will remind you of the vows you have just spoken, and of the eternal love that you have for one another." The pastor motioned for the rings.

Wayne handed them to Eddie. He hurried to put yours but dropped it. He quickly swiped it before Rosie could get it. He grabbed your hand and put it on and you put his on. You guys both laughed.

"By the power given to me by the American Marriage Ministries and by the State of Indiana, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss each other."

" Come here baby!" Eddie grinned from ear to ear.

He got to his knees and leaned over Rosie. " Love sweetheart"

" Love you honey. Now kiss me!"

He chuckled and gave you one long beautiful kiss. That was suddenly stopped by Rosie smacking him in the chest.

"my mummy."

Eddie looked down. " Yes princess she's your mommy. But she is also my wife."

Rosie blew raspberries causing everyone to clap and laugh. Eddie kissed you and ignored Rosie hitting him again. He finally gave up after Rosie started to whine and he sat back down

" Oh sweet girl. Don't be mean to daddy. He's just showing mommy some love."

Rosie got to her feet and kissed Eddie on the cheek. He hugged her" Thank you princesses."

Everyone came congratulating and hugging you guys. Someone started playing music out in the living room and Robin brought in a box of pizza for you, Eddie and Rosie. Eddie stole kisses when Rosie was distracted.

" Don't you want to go out there and celebrate with everyone?" You asked not looking at him.

You wish you could. You wish you could dance with Rosie and with Eddie. You felt like you guys really couldn't enjoy the party away from everyone else.

Eddie noticed how sad you were and felt bad. " No. I have everyone I need right here."

You looked at him and gave him a small smile. " Honey. Could we have just one dance?"

He was worried for a minute but honestly what harm could one dance do. " Yes Mrs Munson. Just one though."

" Yeah?"

Eddie nodded with a small smile. " But there's this one song that I thought could maybe be our song. Let me put it on. It just came out."

You watched Eddie leave and you grabbed Rosie and got off the bed. You fixed your dress and pulled the ribbon out of your hair shaking it loose so that it fell on either side of your face. Rosie's bows were long gone by now. She never really liked having her hair up. Just like Eddie. You heard the song and had no clue what it was. But the vocals were familiar.

Eddie came back and finally saw you. All of you. In the most beautiful dress. He only saw the front of it but as you slow danced with Rosie you looked like an angel.

🎵

"I gotta tell you what I'm feeling inside.

I could lie to myself, but it's true.

There's no denying when I look in your eyes.

Girl, I'm out of my head over you

And I lived so long believing all love is blind.

But everything about you is telling me this time.

It's forever, this time I know

And there's no doubt in my mind

Forever, until my life is through

Girl, I'll be loving you forever"

🎵

He went and placed a hand on your lower back and took Rosie. She was getting too big for you to carry her right now. Your hand went around his waist and the other went to Rosie's back. You guys dance together as one little unit. You rested your head on his chest listening to the lyrics.

" Kiss. This is kiss."

Eddie smiled when you got it. " it's called Forever."

" I love it."

" Me too. It's our song sweetheart."

" Our song." You smiled rocking back and forth with your new family.

" Sweetheart, I'm so happy right now. I'm on cloud nine. I found the missing piece to my puzzle, my once in a lifetime, my best friend, the love of my life. We are gonna be together forever and ever. Right?"

You kissed his chest. " Yes Eddie. Forever and ever."

You were really tired. Though you didn't do much you were exhausted. After the song you and Eddie went to lay down. He held you and Rosie until you fell asleep.

"c'mon princess. Let's let mommy sleep." Eddie whispered.

He slid his arm from under you and picked up Rosie. He looked back at you and smiled.

" Sleep well Mrs. Munson."

He closed the door and walked out into the living room. Everyone was chatting and having a good time. He went to the radio and turned it down so that it wouldn't wake you.

He put Rosie down and walked outside to join his uncle and a few people from work.

Wayne clapped his back. "You got a good one there."

Eddie grinned. " The best.... Thank you for everything. I couldn't have pulled this off without you."

" Anything you need. Anything at all. I'm here for you son. For you and the new additions to our family."

They hugged each other. Eddie pulled back to wipe his tears of joy

" I'm married man." He laughed

" Yeah son. You are."

...

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[autobot-ratchet]

MTMTE 41-43

MTMTE 41

oh right I forgot about Thunderclash's death scare

Nautica with an entire gaggle of freaks in her room, just freakin it up

“Why is everyone being silly today?” Today???

hdfjsk I forgot that Brainstorm doesn't know how money works

aww Swerve misses Ratchet...

we did it, we finally made exactly one (1) step of progress in the actual quest what with the knights and such

oh right, Roddy's desk doodles that turn out to be a copy of the map that the matrix had, if I remember correctly

oof, Nautica and Firestar are making me have high school flashbacks lmfAO

oh, Thunderclash was also drawing the map. The same map, or part of the map and Roddy's got the other half? Fuck I was almost proud of myself for remembering a minute detail lmfAOsjadfk

I barely remember what these weird little parasite things are, I just remember that they feed of charisma and die immediately when Roddy and Megatron walk into the room lmAO

MTMTE 42

“Oh, and First Aid's there too- the poor man's Ratchet-” don't be fUCKING RUDE, SWERVE LEAVE HIM ALONE

I do find it unbelievably funny that the best way to deal with the Gender Conundrum that Simon Furman forced upon this transformers continuity is to just. Downplay it as much as possible and not make a big deal out of explaining why the robots use more than one set of pronouns, especially since the entire fucking reason we have this problem in the first place is because Furman could not stop himself from making a big deal out of it and creating a lore explanation instead of simply being normal about it lmfAO that's honestly why it matters so much that Anode's explanation for going from he to she was just “I found out that girls exist and thought they were pretty neat,” like that was truly all it took this whole time and Furman never had to do All That Shit

Skids is real sweet with Nautica

Jesus, rip Skystalker. Poor Firestar has clearly never had to deal with this kind of gore before lmAO

Thunderclash's speech here is simultaneously funny because of how overly heroic and perfect he's being and also genuinely touching lmAOgdfjks I am not immune to Thunderclash's pull... “For every act of aggression there are a thousand acts of kindness, for every hateful word, a million declarations of love” is hitting me particularly hard after having been on Twitter for the last few years. Like yeah yeah bird website bad (or I guess it's the letter website now but I'm gonna be real I'm calling it Twitter forever) but like actually, I'm not just dunking on it for laughs, it is a website designed to thrive off of negativity and it is also unfortunately the best social media platform available so it's the only place you can reliably find everyone from all over. So for a lot of us, our only option for keeping in touch with a lot of our friends and peers has just been forcing the most soul-draining bullshit in front of our eyes for years and it's hard not to start thinking that the world is just an inherently awful place, but it's not. We're just being shown so much of the bad at such a constant rate that we forget that there is just as much good, the good isn't an outlier, it's just getting buried by algorithms. It really doesn't help how much other websites are also going down this road of “all attention is good attention and making people upset gets the most attention so we'll just constantly churn out rage bait so our funny little engagement number go up”

like. I'm reading all this explanation on “personality ticks” and thinking back to Ratchet checking everyone for “super scraplets” and First Aid being like “really? That's the best you could come up with?” as if it was too stupid and yet here we are dealing with this

I do love how it was a group of nobodies who saved the day from the charisma-eating parasites, good for them, good to know if all our showoffs can't handle a situation, team nobodies has still got us covered lmAO

aww good for Firestar and Nautica for starting to put in some genuine effort in their relationship

oof hgdjfks and on the other hand we've got Cyclonus and Tailgate not quite putting in enough effort, Getaway has thoroughly sunk his grimy little claws into Tailgate's heart at this point, noooooooo

ooh Swearth is next hell yeah

MTMTE 43

I said it before but I'm still so glad for the new holomatter avatar designs lmAO granted not all of them are winners, I'm gonna be real Rewind's avatar is kinda boring, but they're still leagues better than the old designs

“Bluestreak said you don't look very twenty fifteen-y.” casually crumbles into dust lmfAO this DID come out in 2015 huh... that's almost a decade ago........

this fuckin rendition of the Cheers theme, fuck off lmAO

oh that's right, First Aid had to go do combiner shit for a minute lmAO

it's weird seeing all the human-sized holomatter avatars next to Rodimus, I frequently forget the robots are giant since it's mostly just them interacting with each other

I do think it's interesting that Swerve's avatar gets split into three different facets of himself, I've said “we stan a multitalented king” but I guess we're taking that to its extreme here huh lmAO

god. I hate that I still find Roddy's holomatter avatar hot lmfAO I am forever afflicted with this curse. I wanna run my fingers through his stupid mullet

gonna be real, Bluestreak is kind of a random pull for this issue but I appreciate it nonetheless because his avatar is very cute

aww Skids... come on buddy it's not your fault you couldn't have known anything was wrong

man, poor Swerve. I fuckin get it though, I didn't quite get as bad as almost dying, but being covid-conscious plus a bunch of personal losses and tragedies have left me rotting in my house for years and all that lack of self care left me with three kidney stones, one of which was so intensely painful it traumatized me into taking better care of myself last year and the other two I've been battling as I've done this reread. Shit's rough and it is so easy to not take proper care of yourself when you're too physically, emotionally, and spiritually drained

still so funny that all the Swerve recap pages were just canon, like no this is plot relevant, remember these

something something meta commentary on how MTMTE, much like the sitcoms Swerve loves so much, is also a story about misfits and failures who are trapped with each other and get on each others nerves but they overcome various obstacles and, in the end, they come to like each other. I don't have to brain power right now to do it justice but yeah, that is absolutely what this comic is to me, same hat Swerve

I really do like that Cyclonus likes Swerve, I definitely noticed at least a couple little background moments throughout the comic with them interacting and I love that it culminates into this moment where Cyclonus can just come out and say it

uuuuuUUUGHGFSND that little group picture with Ambulon, Ratchet, and First Aid still kicks my ass

oh shit that's right, the bullet that was a message from Dominus, I completely fucking forgot

[hugmetightlyx]

Then there was you

paring lip gallagher x fem!reader

posted February 25th, 2022

@wolffininthestars asked: Prompt 229 with lip Gallagher please! She/her pronouns. Imagine it being Lip actually wanting to propose but he’s not a cheesy romantic type of guy and reader has no idea he even wants marriage.

229

“Take my hand,”

“Why?”

“I’m trying to ask you to marry me, take my damn hand”

TFR Prompts

note from xe: I'm a little rusty with Lip but god I missed writing for this asshole lol. thank you for this sweet request, I hope you enjoy! <3 memories are in italics.

Summary: he's in love your honor

masterlist

word count: 1k

Lip watched Y/n and Ian as they danced to whatever song was playing through the stereo. Laughing under the fairy lights the girl had strung up around the backyard a few years back.

Lip has taken a seat next to Mickey on the steps, causing the man to look at Lip as he took a sip of his beer.

“You gonna do something about that fuckin’ look you have right now?”

Mickey’s words grabbed Lip’s attention as he nodded in response, knowing exactly what he meant by the look.

“We gotta lot of history, I wanna do it right, ya know?”

Mickey played with the ring on his left hand before quietly agreeing with Lip.

The two never got along well, not since Lip had to take that beating that was meant for Ian, who was now madly in love with Mickey Milkovich.

But there was always something the two could agree on, and that was their long histories with the two people they were finally happy with.

“When you gonna do it?”

Lip looked back at Y/n, watching her throw her head back in laughter as Liam took Ian’s spot as her dance partner, before looking back at Mickey.

“I don’t know, I wanna be able to time that shit perfectly, but it’s gonna happen soon, think I’ve made her wait long enough,”

Mickey nodded his head in the direction of the girl that was now making her way to the two men, causing Lip to avert his attention to her once again.

Lip smiled as she easily sat on his lap, her legs facing Mickey so that she faced both boys as she swung her arm around Lip’s shoulders almost as a makeshift armrest.

“Whatcha talkin’ about?”

The words were in a bubbly tone causing both boys to chuckle before Mickey responded,

“How shit this beer is,”

“You didn’t try it did you?” Y/n asked, concern covering her features as she looked at Lip.

“No, but I remember how horrible it was,”

Lip’s words caused the girl to let out a sigh of relief before Lip looked at Mickey, silently thanking him for the save.

That memory from just a few months ago was all Lip could think about as he sat down next to Y/n who had her legs hanging over the edge of the small hill.

The two had spent the entire day celebrating their 2 year anniversary,

And Lip was going all out.

From breakfast in bed, which had ended in disaster and stained white sheets. All the way to attempting the whole ‘reservation at a fancy restaurant’ before he quickly gave up on that, realizing he was a bit late to do that.

Lip had been having a horrible time today, trying to go all out for the girl he loved but failing every time and he couldn’t help but be a little grateful for it.

Lip never was one for the romantics and Y/n knew that, she had known that since she met him.

As of now, they were sitting on the same hill they used to sit on when they were in high school, eating some shitty food from a nearby diner and watching the sunset.

And unknown to Lip, this had been the most romantic thing he could’ve done.

Y/n laughed at some comment Lip had made about how horrible his burger was as she watched him take a seat next to her.

“Take my hand,”

Lip held out his hand to the girl as she gave him a confused look.

Y/n also knew that Lip’s thing wasn’t really hand-holding, usually, they would just put their arms together.

“Why?”

Lip shook his head, chuckling before responding,

“I’m trying to ask you to marry me, take my damn hand”

Instead of giving Lip her hand, Y/n gasped, covering her mouth.

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

“If you’d take my hand you’d find out!” Lip smiled.

“Wait, can we skip the question? Cause the answer’s yes, of fucking course it’s yes,” Y/n rambled, gasping again at the feeling of Lip taking her left hand and holding it in his.

“Y/n?”

“Yes,”

Lip laughed, again.

“Will you marry me?”

“Lip, yes, fucking christ, of course, I will,”

Not once did Y/n notice the ring in Lip’s freehand before she pushed him back and straddled his lap.

“Can I put the ring on you?”

Y/n nodded, too busy cupping Lip’s face and covering it with kisses.

She backed up just enough to watch Lip softly remove her left hand from his face and put the pretty ring on her finger.

“I didn’t know you even wanted to get married, I always thought it’d be too cheesy for you or some shit,” Y/n admitted, taking his hand in hers as she looked up at Lip’s face which had been covered in pure adoration and love.

“I wasn’t really, and then there was you,”

Y/n laughed as Ian spun her around, getting a glimpse of Lip sitting down next to Mickey, not once taking his eyes off of her.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Ian asked, taking Y/n’s hand in his as he pulled her in.

“I think Lip’s gonna propose to you,” Ian whispered, the blush on Y/n’s cheeks spreading to her ears.

“I don’t think Lip is much of a marriage kinda guy,” Y/n whispered back, earning a small smile from the redhead in front of her.

“I didn’t either, but you should see the way he looks at you, I mean it’s like-”

“Like how Mickey looks at you,” Y/n finished Ian’s example, smiling back at the boy before glancing over at Mickey and Lip who were actually having a pretty civil conversation.

“Exactly,”

“Hey, quit hogging the pretty lady! It’s my turn” Liam joked as he nudged Ian out of his way taking his place as Y/n threw her head back laughing.

“Show me those moves of yours baby Gallagher!”

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝙳𝚘𝚐 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: (ANON) Hey! :)) You're very talented! So I'd dare to also send you a request with Bucky (I'm sorry) <3 Maybe one where you're dating but you're not an avenger, so you sometimes feel not good at all for him even though he always makes you feel special and he loves you more than anything. one time he comes from a mission to you waiting in his room, doubting again but he immediately tries getting this thought out of you and gives you his dog tags to prove he's yours forever and it's all cute then? :)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: Smut 18+ (minors dni), Angst, Fluff, Insecure!Reader because some bitch was mean, Dog tags 😍

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 what the fuck that’s so fucking cute i can’t, thanks for the request bug!

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You sat on Bucky’s bed with your leg bouncing anxiously up and down. You just needed to see him and Steve texted you saying he was on his way back from his mission. Earlier today you were at the store when a gorgeous woman came up to you.

“Hi, excuse me, sorry,” she laughed. 

“Do you by any chance know a guy named Bucky Barnes?”she smirked.

“Oh yeah, he’s uh...he’s my boyfriend,” you said somewhat shyly, you have no idea this woman was. 

“Haha, I knew it. I remember seeing you two at one of Tony’s charity parties last week. Buck had his arm around your… waist,” she squinted her eyes rudely keeping a fake smile. 

“Oh uh, yeah. We were there.”

“You know, Buck’s a real gentleman, and pleaser too,” she winked. 

“Ok?” you said awkwardly; why is she still here? 

“Buck and I didn’t date for long but boy those nights were for remembering,” she sighed; you couldn’t help but be quite jealous. 

You and Bucky have been together for about seventh months, and they’ve been the best seven months. However you’d be lying if you hadn’t questioned your relationship once or twice, not Bucky but yourself. You weren’t the most beautiful blonde bombshell on the planet so of course you’d have your doubts that Bucky would find someone more beautiful. 

“I’m just kidding with ya, babe,” she grabbed your arm.

“I should probably get going. My Bucky’s probably waiting for me,” you tried to push.

“He was mine first, aha,” she practically mocked.

“Well, he’s mine now; I’ll see ya,” you simply walked away, but not without catching the eye roll from the woman. 

Now here you are waiting for Bucky to come home. How did Bucky go from dating her to you? What a major downgrade for him.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky opened the door to his room.

“Buck,” you hugged him tightly. 

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” he asked worriedly.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be; I just miss you,” you said.

“Then why were you crying,” he held you hand to lead you to sit on the bed.

“I wasn’t-” Bucky wiped a stray tear that slowly fell down your cheek.

“What’s going on, baby?”

“I met someone,” you started. You completely worded horribly and the face Bucky made, pure terror and fear; all the lively color once there vanished.

“No! Oh my goodness. I worded that so badly! I meant to say that I ran into someone, but I don’t know who they were. This was the first time I’ve met them,” you cupped his face. He breathed out heavily, grateful that it was a misunderstanding. 

“Who was it?” he chuckled holding your waist lovingly. 

“I didn’t catch her name, but she was- she was blonde, she uh… she had big boobs,” you whispered the last part, making him laugh.

“Her eyes were green, she was pretty short and thin. She said she knew you, that you guys dated.”

“What? I never dated anyone since I left Hydra; I thought I told you that,” he explained.

“Really?”

“The last dame I dated was a woman named Dotty, she was kinda crazy,” he grinned. 

“But I think I know who you’re talking about. There was a woman named Ashley and she’s pretty rich I guess, she came to Tony’s parties all the time. She’s a huge flirt and needless to say she more than once tried to get my pants. But ever since I met you I don’t think I’ve run into her. Maybe she got the point that I wasn’t interested,” he said.

“Well, I don’t think so. She tried to make it very clear that she ‘had you first’ and you gave her ‘nights to remember’,” you faux moaned to get your point across. 

“Oh god, well that’s obviously not true. You are the only woman I’ve ever made love to,” he kissed you.

“It seemed so believable,” you mumbled.

“What?”

“Bucky, you could have anyone. And you chose me?”

“Yeah, I did. And it was the best fucking decision I’ve ever made.”

Hearing Bucky’s words made your stomach flip and your heart flutter. He got up and walked to the drawer beside his bed and pulled out his dog tags. He came back and kissed you softly before putting the tags over your head. 

“I don’t want you thinking about that woman anymore, or any lies she told you alright?” you nodded.

“I missed my girl and I just wanna show her much,” he kissed and pushed you down onto the bed. 

His hands moved under your shirt and Bucky’s lips kissed down the column of your neck. Your hands held his shoulders moving to cup his face. Bucky sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt off quickly as did you. You were going to take the dog tags off but Bucky grabbed your wrists before you could. 

He kissed the inside of your wrists and your palms. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your collarbones and neck. He unclasped your bra and tossed it aside letting you lay down again. He kissed your chest once again and trailed his lips down your front.

He slowly pulled your bottoms down and rid his own too and pumped his prominently hard cock. Your breathing quickened and the sight of Bucky as beautiful as he is made you wetter with each passing second. He towered over you once again with a gorgeous smile on his face. 

You kissed him and felt the tip of Bucky’s cock teasing you, resting against your entrance without entering completely. Finally, Bucky’s hips pressed against yours and you gasped at the feeling of him filling you up.

Bucky whispered sweet nothings in your ear and he thrusted in and out of you. His fingers intertwined with yours pulling them above your head. He kissed you messily and you moaned into his mouth. Your legs wrapped around his hips pulling him closer. 

“Fuck, Bucky. I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

“Go ahead, beautiful. Let go,” he rested his forehead against yours and you whined and moaned loudly, your orgasm ripping through you. He snapped his hips faster and you felt his cum coating your walls. His arms gave out and he buried his face into the crook of your neck; pressing light kisses to your slightly sweaty skin.

“Fucking hell,” you panted.

“I love you,” Bucky whispered.

“I love you too.” 

Bucky rolled off you and stared at the tags still wrapped around your neck. His fingers played with the metal; the soft clanks being heard in the room along with both of your heavy breathing. His legs tangled themselves with yours and you just laid there watching play with the tags. 

“I never want to see you take these off, ok?” Bucky whispered.

“I promise,” you smiled.

“I love you so much, doll. You mean the world to me,” Bucky cuddled you close.

“You mean the world to me too.”

You fell asleep in each other's arms, the last you felt were Bucky’s lips to your forehead and the coldness from his dog tags he gave you that told you in more than one way how much he loved you.

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ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ: (For all my work)

@mathletemadison​

@buckybarnes101​

@l-sofiamia-l 

[lovelyminnieee]

Without you- J.J.H

Pairing: Jaehyun x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Car accident mentions, mentions of death, father!Jaehyun, Coma, mentions of losing a loved one

Summary: Jaehyun doesn't want to deal with life anymore. Without you there to hug him, or tell him it was okay to cry, he didn't want to even come home, unless it was for his daughter. He missed you, so much he could go crazy. Maybe you will never come back, he hasn't lost hope yet. Will you be able to comeback to him and your daughter's lives again?

A/n: this is my first fic on my account, feedbacks would be deeply appreciated. Uh, I am a little nervous to post it, but please do give me feedbacks. And the paragraphs written in italics are memories

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It's been 3 years. Three years without you. There wasn't one day where he didn't think of you. Your daughter and the way she reminds him of you. He's tired of it, tired of life. Without you there to comfort him, tell him it's okay to cry, he's tired.

"Eun ha, we have to get to school!" Jaehyun shouts from one end of the apartment, packing her lunch. "Coming daddy!" His daughter waddles over to him, struggling to put her shoes on. "Let me do it," Jaehyun said as he picked her up and put her on the table. He smiles as he puts her shoes on quickly, placing her down after. "Let's go, okay baby?" Jaehyun holds her little hand, her bag in his other hand.

Jaehyun opened the door to the apartment and sighed. An empty home was not really welcoming. You weren't there to hug him, tell him that you love him. His habits haven't changed, he sat down on the couch and pulled out his phone.

"I miss you so fucking much..."

He texted your number. He missed you so much, he was going crazy. He closed his eyes, trying to hold tears bay. He sent you a picture of Eun ha in her dress up outfit. Like a princess.

"Look at Eun ha, she looks so pretty. Just like you baby"

His fingers type, the memories flooding in. He took you for granted while you were there, and that is the thing he regrets the most in life. 

"I understand, but you can't just ignore me like that, Jae," you said, angry. He was ignoring you for the past few days, and you had no idea why. He said it was because of work, but he wasn't there at work during work hours. "No Jae, you're not working, you're somewhere else during work hours," you said, your eyes staring at him. Jaehyun paused for a minute, speechless. He was preparing something special for you, and that was the reason. "I- I was-" Jaehyun sighed. You were getting on his nerves. "Y/n, just leave me alone. You don't understand," he said and walked away, frustrated at your behaviour. You didn't know why you got angry so quickly, you were usually so calm and collected during arguments. "So now you want me to leave you alone?" You scoffed. Jaehyun turned around and stared at you. "Isn't that what I just said?" He stares back at you. "So it's completely okay for you to go out during work hours? And ignore me when you come home? What the fuck, Jae?" You raised your voice a little. "Can you not right now? I'm frustrated, Y/n." Jaehyun tried to keep his cool. "Jae, I've been dealing with so many things, do you think you're the only one who deals with stress?" You ask him, tears swelling in your eyes. Jaehyun closed his eyes, trying to stay collected. Maybe you had a reason to be mad this quick. "You might as well be cheating on me, or lying to me. And what not-"

"WHY ARE YOU BEING LIKE THIS Y/N?-"

"BECAUSE I WANTED TO TELL YOU I WAS PREGNANT, JAE!"

Jaehyun went silent. His heart pounded in his chest at the news. Well, that certainly wasn't a good way to release the news. She was pregnant? He thought.

"You're what?"

"You know what, nevermind," you walked away, wiping your tears. Jaehyun ran up to you and hugged you from behind. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Jaehyun whispered, kissing your neck softly. "I'm hurt, Jae." You whispered, your voice cracking. "I'm so sorry," he said, his hands softly resting over your tummy. Jaehyun's face ceased into a smile, continuing to press his lips against your neck. "I'm going to be a father," Jaehyun's eyes teared up as he twirled you around and kissed you softly. Everything felt unreal at that moment. He was going to be a dad. His heart swelled in happiness, pulling your waist closer to him.

"I'm so sorry about everything. I love you so much"

He pressed the send button, his eyes tearing up.

"Please come back to me, to Eun ha"

Tears ran down his cheeks and his world darkened again. Three years of torture. Three years without you. He doesn't know how he's going to manage. He shifted on the couch, staring mindlessly at the ceiling. "I miss you so much, Y/N." He whispered, holding his tears in. He had to visit you at the hospital soon, so he put his emotions aside for a moment and got up. He walked to his room and changed in a few minutes, grabbing his bag and walking out the door.

"Hi baby, I'm here," he whispers softly, walking closer to your bed. Your parents had been taking care of you for the past two days because he was busy, but now that he's here, he wants to tell you everything. He knows you're listening, unable to talk. "How are you, love? Is everything okay? Does it hurt?" He asks, gently caressing your hands. He misses your whiny self. Whatever he said, the room was so silent when it was supposed to be filled with your sweet voice. He sighs and closes his eyes, trying to hold in his emotions. "I miss you so much," his voice comes out as a broken whisper. "I can't do this anymore. I can't do this without you, please come back, I'm sorry," he cries, holding your hand close to him. Jaehyun remembers the day the accident happened.

"I'll meet you at home, babe. I love you," he said, cutting the call with a smile on his face. "You make me feel so single," Johnny whispers from his work desk, sighing. "Come on, John. You can bag girls if you try," Jaehyun chuckled as he put on his jacket. "Lucky, you get to go home early while I'm stuck with hyuck, great." Johnny rolls his eyes. Jaehyun just chuckles, walking out of his shared office space.

"So, how was work today?" Jaehyun asked, his eyes focused on the road. "Bad, all that man had to say was I did a bad job and screamed at me. The audacity," you scoffed on the other side of the phone. "Which man? The manager or the CEO?"

"Of course it has to be the manager. He's so annoying I swear," you sighed.

"Oh well, I'll ask him to shut the fuck up next time so he won't annoy you, okay?"

"Ew that was so cheesy, Jae," you cringed behind the phone. Before Jaehyun could even process your reply, loud crashes and screams were heard. He called for you repeatedly, only to realise that you weren't replying.

"I'm so sorry, if I hadn't distracted you, you would still be here for me." Jaehyun cries hard. He looks up at you to see tears running down the side of your face. "Sssh, don't cry," he said, wiping your tears and letting his hand rest on your face. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, his heart hurting at the sight of you. You laid in the bed, limp and pale. "Hey, you know..." He sniffled. "I met your manager on my way here today," he smiled, trying to get the mood better.

"And then, she was trying to write C, but Eun ha wrote it like it was mirrored," Jaehyun giggles softly, his hand still caressing yours. Your hands felt warm to him, and it was the best thing in the world to him. Just as he was about to let the unknown tears in his eyes fall, he felt something. He felt your hand move. His gaze snapped to your hands, which once moved. "Baby, can you do that again for me?" He says hastily, trying not to cry. And he sees a movement, yet again. "Wait for me, I'll go get the doctors, okay?" He says and hurries out of the room, holding himself together. He will come apart any second, but now was not the time.

Doctors rush in and out of the room as Jaehyun watches from the side, tears falling. He had called his mother and asked her to pick Eun ha up from school, just so that he can stay with you longer. "Mr. Jeong?" The doctor called. Jaehyun's cloudy gaze snapped to the doctor, hurrying over to the man. His first clenches in the anticipation of the news as the doctor smiles. "This is the first time I've seen something like this. Her senses are responding to the tests, after a full three years." The doctor tells him. "Is that good?" Jaehyun askes, sniffling. "Yes. Mrs. Jeong's health seems to be progressing so much more than the last three years, she has a higher chance of recovering from the coma for a week or so," Dr. Cho assures him, patting him on the shoulder before he leaves. Jaehyun stares at you for a moment before he comes closer to you. "Hey baby, you're gonna come back to me and Eun ha, aren't you?" Jaehyun asks softly, tears welling in his eyes yet again. "You will, I know it." He kissed your forehead again.

The hopeful week was crucial. Jaehyun visits you everyday of the week with Eun ha, trying his best to make you happy. He'd give his life up for you because what he and his daughter needed the most during this time was you. He had to go to work nevertheless, but you would never be left without a visitor. Mostly being his or your parents and your kid, or him and Eun ha. He was hopeful until the last day of the week rolled over, and he got a call from the doctor.

"Mr. Jeong, I need to talk to you as fast as possible."

"Is there a problem, Dr. Cho?"

He hears a sigh from the other side that sends fear through him.

"We need to talk as fast as possible. Can you make it to the hospital now?"

"Of course, give me 30 minutes, doc,"

Jaehyun cut the call, panic settling within him.

"Johnny, please take care of this document for me. I just got a call from Dr. Cho. I need to go, okay?"

"Yes sir, don't worry about it,"

Johnny said, gesturing to him to hurry on his way. Jaehyun rushed out of the building, getting into his car in no time. In fifteen minutes, he was there at the hospital. He found the same office he's been visiting for the last three years in a couple of minutes, panting as he barged in through the door.

"I was expecting you, Mr. Jeong," Dr. Cho said, sitting upright. He had a bad feeling about what he was going to hear. "I need you to sit down and take a deep breath," the doctor said, sympathy marked in his eyes. Jaehyun sat down hesitatingly, staring at the doctor.

"Would you like something to drink or...?"

"Cut the crap, Dr. Cho,"

Jaehyun snapped. The man just sighed, looking him in the eye. "Your wife, Mrs. Jeong, was pronounced brain dead over 20 minute ago. She had a stroke which caused the brain to stop working," Jaehyun's broken world came crashing down in a few seconds as soon as he heard the news.

"What?"

"Sir, you need to calm-"

"No no no, she hasn't died yet. She can't die yet. You said she was making steady progress, YOU SAID SHE MIGHT WAKE UP, WHY CHANGE YOUR WORDS NOW?!" Jaehyun asked, tears running down his cheeks.

"Jaehyun, listen. It was a stroke that prompted brain death. We can keep her on a machine which pumps oxygen onto her organs which will keep her warm, but it won't do anything,"

"Can you step out for a minute?" Jaehyun asked him, his voice soft. "Of course," the doctor said, moving on his way out.

Jaehyun takes in the news, tears pouring out of his eyes. All he asked for was you and God denied. Great, he hopes that he at least gets to see you one last time. He stepped out of the doctor's office with red eyes and nose. "Can I see her for the last time?" Jaehyun requests, to which the doctor agrees. Tears kept flowing on his way to the room, wiping then with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Go on in," the doctor says, gesturing at the door. Jaehyun holds onto the handle and hesitates before sliding the door open. He keeps his eyes locked on to the floor and when he does lift his eyes, surprise strikes him. You were up, alive and well. Jaehyun blinks before wiping his eyes and looking again. "Jae..." His name rolls off your tongue, bringing him back to earth. He didn't say anything, but he rushed to you and engulfed you in a big hug. He held you close to him, not letting go. It's not like you wanted to let go either. "Jae..." You said, letting your head rest on his shoulder, arms wrapped around him tightly. "I missed you so much," he whispered, breaking into tears again. "God, you're so warm. I missed this so much," you say softly. He missed your voice so much. Jaehyun pulls back gently and stares at your famished face, wiping your tears. "I love you so much, so much," he said, cupping your cheeks in his hands. Your tears ran down again, you missed him so much.

"So what was that?" Jaehyun questions the doctor, glaring at him. "Well uh, your wife had a special request," the doctor smiles, looking away after. "Cho Si-hyeon, I will smack you," he glares, shooting lasers through his eyes. "Hey! Yell at her, not me!" Si-hyeon, his fellow classmate who was a year older than him exclaimed, pointing at you. "No," Jaehyun said, kissing you all over your face as you giggled softly. "She needs to get physiotherapy for her legs and you can go home after," Si-hyeon says, watching them both enjoy each other's presence. "Mhm, 'kay. What else?" Jaehyun said, his gaze fixed on you. "This is disgusting. Bye, I can't stand it," Si-hyeon scrunched his face, leaving the room. "Tsk, he's just jealous that I have such a pretty wife," Jaehyun says and places a small kiss on your lips. "Oh well," you whispered, pulling him into a soft and we'll needed kiss, for both.

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[bucksfucks]

         amorosa // steve rogers

          chapter four: paparazzi

    chapter one // chapter two // chapter three    

                      chapter four // chapter five

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summary || one eviction notice later, steve moves you into his apartment. but as you start spending more time with him, the public starts to take notice as well. steve does his best to reassure you, an upcoming trip soon taking over your thoughts. 

pairing || sugar daddy!steve x reader

word count || 2,037 words

warnings || financial struggles, sugar daddy dynamics, undefined age gap, steve fingers you while driving, praise kink, heavy daddy kink, jealous steve — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

     It had been a few weeks, but you'll never get used to waking up in Steve's house. 

    The early morning light flitted through the heavy, but expensive drapes that hung above Steve's large windows. You couldn't hear anything but chirping birds outside, unlike the usual bustling streetcars and horns of eager taxicabs outside your apartment. 

    It was relaxing as you ran your fingers up Steve's large, muscled arm. He stirred, nose scrunching as his eyes slowly opened. It was the first time you'd seen Steve in a different light, literally and metaphorically. 

    He was dressed down, nothing but boxers instead of his clean fitted suits. His hair was messy and mused, not styled back like it usually was. Steve looked relaxed and calm, the lines between his eyebrows soft. 

    "I like seeing you like this; relaxed." You muttered, eyes tracing up his body until they met yours. He chuckled, low and deep and still obviously laced with sleep as he turned his body until he was supporting his head with a propped elbow. 

    "It's all thanks to you, Princess." He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead before throwing the covers off of his body. 

    It's hard not to look, hard to keep your eyes off of his half-hard cock as he pulls on a pair of boxers that makes you pout. He laughs, it rumbles through his chest like thunder as you bite your lip. 

    "You are an insatiable little minx, now aren't you?" He smirks, coming over to your side of the bed as you look up at him, "can you blame me?" You retort, a smirk of your own stretched across your lips as Steve runs his hand to cup your jaw. 

    "Not at all, Princess," he hums, thumb running over your lips before he's turning around to grab some more clothing. You sigh, realizing that the lazy day you so desperately needed wasn't possible. 

    You had to work tonight, another Thursday evening meant that you'd be running around, waiting on sleazy men and be back home at three, almost four in the morning. 

    You sighed. 

    "What's wrong, buttercup?" Steve's voice was gentle and caring as he pulled over a plain tee, pairing it with flannel sleep pants. He looked like your average, normal guy who liked to unwind after a long day by watching football and drinking a beer. 

    "Nothing, I'm just not looking forward to going into work tonight," you chuckled, pulling on a pair of his boxers and his shirt from last night. 

    Steve stopped what he was doing, cocking his head to the side as he gave you a confused look. 

    "What?" You asked, tucking your hair behind your shoulders. 

    "Well I had just assumed that you, well that you quit your job already." He said as you balanced on the balls of your feet. You shrugged your shoulders, "keeps me busy." 

    Steve scoffed, "if you wanna keep busy I'll set you up at my office. I don't want you goin' to work just to get hit on by people who wish they were me." Steve said confidently as you gnawed on the inside of your cheek. 

    "None of them are even close to being anywhere near good enough for you anyways." He grumbled and you giggled, "are you jealous, Daddy?" You purred, watching the way a faint blush caked Steve's face. 

    "I'm not jealous," he grumbled, sounding like a petulant child as you walked over to wrap your hands around his torso. He rested his chin on the top of your head, his steady heartbeat echoing through his chest. 

    "I think you are," you egged him on, pushing his button as you heard him scoff. 

    "Quit your job so I can take you shopping today and spoil you like the princess you are." He almost begged as you mulled over his words. There was a voice in the back of your head saying that it wasn't a good idea, that if this arrangement doesn't work out, you'll be broke and jobless all over again. 

    But standing in Steve's arms made you feel so warm and cared for, those worries slowly disappearing as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips, "please?" 

    You didn't need much convincing after that. 

    "Alright, but can we stop by my place so I can wear something that isn't a bodycon dress." You chuckled as he nodded, "anything for my girl." 

~

    You sent a half-assed email to your boss in the car on the way back to your place. The car that Steve was driving as his hand was resting on your thigh, just a little higher than it usually was. 

    "Steve," you whined, wiggling in your seat as he shot you a look, "Daddy," you corrected yourself quickly before he hummed approvingly. 

    "What's got you so squirmy, huh?" He teased as you glared at him, "you know why." You whined again as he crept his fingers under your dress. You didn't exactly have anything else to wear and it's not like Steve's clothes were an ideal fit. 

    "Oh, do I?" He smirked, one hand on the wheel as the other was now slowly circling your clit as you held back a moan. 

    Your panties were well, somewhere in the bathroom of the fancy restaurant you were in last night after Steve had ripped them in two. 

    "Is my little girl wet already? The thought of her Daddy finger fuckin' her in the car too much?" He taunts, fingers gliding through your folds as you bite down on your lip, nodding your head. 

    "Yeah," it's faint and hoarse as you slowly let your legs fall open for him. The car comes to a halt at a red light, Steve's eyes on your as his middle finger teases your entrance. 

    "You gonna let Daddy fuck you while driving, hmm?" He asks with a sinister smirk on his lips as your hand wraps around his thick wrist, trying to guide him to where you need him. 

    "Uh uh, use your words, Princess." He tsks, the car starting to move again as he focuses his eyes back on the road. 

    "Please Daddy, want your fingers so bad." You beg, mewling when you feel one finger slowly slip inside of you. A second finger is added not long after, your head against the seat as his palm bumps your clit. 

    "Good girl, takin' my fingers so well. Can feel you squeezin' my fingers already," Steve groans, trying his best to focus on the road in front of him. 

    You're trying your best to control yourself, but the way he's curling his fingers deep inside of you makes it nearly impossible. 

    "Don't be shy for me, Princess, you know how much I love hearin' you." Steve cooes, the encouragement enough to let out a repressed moan as his fingers caress your walls. 

    Another red light allows Steve to give attention to your clit before his fingers are back deep inside of you, curling as your toes start to curl.

    "Cum for Daddy, Princess, cum all over my hands. Make a mess." He growls before your body is seizing as you cum around his fingers, a strangled moan leaving your lips. 

    Your breathing is ragged, your window slightly foggy as he slowly slips his fingers out of you and into his mouth. 

    "Mmm, this is better than any breakfast." He hums, licking his hands clean as you're still trying to collect yourself, dizzy and weightless before Steve's hand is back on your thigh. 

    "Good girl," he praises, patting your thigh before you're pulling up to your old apartment. 

~

    Dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple shirt you feel much more comfortable as you're grabbing random toiletries and pieces of clothing into an overnight bag. 

    "Princess?" Steve's voice pulls you out of your hectic actions, "yeah?" You say, meeting his gaze as you see him holding a piece of paper, a concerned look on his face. 

    "What's this all about?" He asks as you realize it was the eviction notice in his hands. You swallow thickly, dropping your bag onto your bed as you shrug your shoulders. 

    "Why didn't you tell me about this?" His voice is soft, but you cast your head down either way, shrugging your shoulders, "I didn't want you to worry." 

    Steve steps closer to you, tilting your chin upwards so you're looking at him, "that's my job now, Princess," he chuckles as you give him a small smile. 

    "You're moving in with me. Now c'mon let's go shopping." His words leave you stunned as he takes the notice, putting it into his back pocket. 

    "Are you serious?" You blurt as Steve turns around, "dead serious, buttercup. You can redecorate however you'd like." He adds as your heart flips in your chest. You nod your head, linking your fingers with his as you press your lips to his cheek. 

    With his fingers in yours, the weight of his hand makes you feel more at ease as you take one last look at your dreaded apartment. You won’t miss it. 

~ 

    Your phone buzzed, a text from Simoné as you quickly opened it. The little text bubble was still there as you narrowed your eyes at the pictures she had sent you. 

    When were you gonna tell me that you're dating the Steve Rogers???? 

    Her text made your stomach flip as you realized you were looking at paparazzied photos of you and Steve shopping, his arm around yours as you read the headlines. They made your stomach churn, cringing at their words right as Steve walked into the bedroom. 

    "What's wrong, buttercup?" He asked, making his way to you as you furrowed your eyebrows. You didn't say anything, you simply handed your cracked phone over to him as he looked over what was on the screen. 

    He sighed, locking it and placing it on the nearby bedside table before scooping you into his lap. 

    "They're just feeding into rumours, you know that." He whispered against your head before you lifted it to look up at him. He gave you a sympathetic smile before pressing a soft kiss to your nose. 

    The headline kept playing itself over in your head. 

    Notorious playboy Steve Rogers finally settling down? Or is this just another conquest?

    You hated how much it affected you, but… was this too good to be true? 

    "Am I?" You squeaked against Steve's chest as he looked at you confused. "Are you what?" He asked as you, cupping your face in his hands so you'd have nowhere to look but him. 

    You chewed on your bottom lip before answering him, "just another conquest?" 

    Steve looked at you with sincere eyes, pressing his lips to yours sweetly and you couldn't help but lean into him as he moulded his mouth against yours. 

    "Those are just headlines, there's nothing true about them. I'll be taking care of them anyways." He says sternly, the sudden tone shift causing you to remember just how powerful Steve truly was. It was exciting. 

    "Now pack your bags, Princess, we've got a trip to go on." Steve beamed as you climbed off his lap, eyes wide with excitement, "a trip?" You asked as he stood up, chuckling. 

    "We're goin' to France, buttercup. I've got a business meeting with a partner there, but after that I'm all yours." He murmurs as he boops your nose lightly. 

    "Oh and I have one more surprise for you," he hums, going over to his dresser, pulling it open before turning around and hiding whatever was in his hand behind his back. 

    He revealed, the box smooth as you gasped at the new phone. 

    "I can't have my best girl not having the absolute best thing," he smiled, handing it to you as you took it from his hands. "It's already set up, all you have to do is pick out a case for it." He smirked, as you jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck. 

    "Thank you, Daddy," you mumbled into his chest as he laughed, hugging his arms around you. 

    "Don't thank me, I love bein' able to take care of you, okay? Now let's get packing, the private jet leaves first thing in the morning."

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[hot-wiings]

The One Where Denki And Mina Think Katsuki Needs To Be A Softer, Nicer Boyfriend, And An Insecure Katsuki Agrees, But [Y/N] [L/N] Doesn't Want A Nicer Boyfriend, She Wants Him.

Requested By: @spicyhokage

Edited: 1-6-2021

It was late when Katsuki came in through class 2-A's dormitory doors. Being his second year at UA the school was allowing students to go back into student internships. With Best Jeanist still off the streets, Katsuki wound up interning with Fatgum, using the link between Eijirou and him to get in. Katsuki hadn't expected to be out for so long, there had been a bad villain that showed up at a different agency and it was a perfect match for both his and Fatgum's abilities. Fatgum had allowed Katsuki to work on it with him, nevermind the fact that Katsuki had already planned a study date for your upcoming test Monday, he jumped at the chance to work with the heroes.

Katsuki knew, or at least he hoped, that you wouldn't be that mad or upset at him for ditching you at the very last minute. It was a leg up in the hero industry, it was a helping hand, he could make more connections and improve his skills. As a student hero, you should know how important this is. He'd want you to make the same choice if it was reversed.

Despite abandoning your date, Katsuki wasn't heartless. He bought a bouquet of hydrangeas as an apology. Apologies weren't something he was good at, but he hoped you would accept it. Katsuki was hoping you would be up waiting for him in the dormitory lounge when he came back, but he knew that one was a longshot. He'd rather have you in bed resting, or making up for the studying he promised to help with but hadn't. Katsuki was hoping he'd find you in the dormitory lounge waiting for him, but instead, he found two of his peers.

"You were out awfully late, weren't you?"

"Shut it, pink face. I need to go see [Y/N] and then head to bed, like a smart student. You and dunce face do realize that we have a big test Monday, don't you?"

Katsuki marched right past Mina and Denki, who were sitting on the couch, towards the elevator to get up to your dorm. If he was right, Mr. Aizawa would be asleep by this hour, and getting into your dorm would be no issue. Katsuki stopped walking towards the elevator when he hears Minas' voice speak out again.

"Did you really get hydrangeas for her? You ditched her for your internship and you got hydrangeas? Girls like roses Katsuki. If a guy ever brought me hydrangeas, I'd kick his butt to the door. Queens deserve better."

"What the fuck are you implying raccoon eyes?"

Katsuki turned back around to yell at Mina for implying that he wasn't good enough for you. He nearly crumpled the flowers by clenching his hand. Mina didn't know what she was talking about. He had brought you hydrangeas several times before, you never complained about it. Denki spoke up to try and intervene Katsuki from blowing up on Mina.

"I think what Mina meant to say is that we're just worried for you. You really like [Y/N], right? Take it from a guy who gets dumped by girls a lot. Pretty girls like [Y/N] don't need to sit around waiting for guys like us. While you're trying to further your career you're ditching her, not to mention, when is the last time you showed her affection?"

"For starters, dunce face, don't call my girlfriend pretty. Secondly, there are no guys like us and girls like [Y/N], there's me, her, and all of you fucking extras that need to get out of my relationship."

"Fine, don't take our advice. Just so you know, [Y/N] isn't in her dorm, she's in the kitchen."

Mina practically sings her words out, and Katsuki changes his course of route from the elevator to the kitchen. He had a scowl on his face the entire time, courtesy of Mina and Denki. He had to restrain himself from beating them with the bouquet. Katsuki reached the kitchen door and he took a minute to recompose himself from his previous anger to a calmer version of himself. He pushed the door open with a calmer smile on his face but stops after opening it halfway.

"What's the answer to number two?"

"Uhm... 6?"

"That's right! Here's your reward."

Katsuki clenched his fist, practically ruining the flowers. He ditched you and your study date, he shouldn't be getting so mad at seeing you and Deku study together. You can have friends other than him. You can be around members of the male gender other than him. Even if it is shitty Deku. You're allowed to have a life outside of Katsuki, but as Deku broke apart a cookie and threw it right into your mouth, a sweet reward for getting the question right, he was ready to toss hands with the boy.

"We're gonna ace this test Monday. Thanks for studying with me Deku. I hate studying alone and you're great at math. Usually, Katsuki helps me, but he got busy."

"It's no problem, [Y/N]. Seriously, I'm always here if you need me."

Katsuki quietly pulled the door shut instead of going in and interrupting you and dumb Deku. Maybe Mina was right. Katsuki thought about it more as he walked back to Mina and Denki. He didn't really show you affection that much, and he did spend a lot of time in the gym or at his internship. His idea of a date was training together or studying. You probably hated the flowers but chose not to speak on it. If he didn't change, change now and fast he was going to lose you to that shit-munch. He needed to show you he was the better more deserving man. As Katsuki stared at Mina and Denki he uttered the words he never wanted to say to them.

"I want your fuckin' help."

"Bring [Y/N] roses. Girls love roses. Not a daffodil, not baby's breath, not a tulip. Roses."

Roses were Mina's first piece of advice to Katsuki. According to her, girls only cared about getting roses, and every other flower was inferior. She also said apology flowers must be paired with chocolates. Katsuki personally thought that was bullshit. He had been bringing you different breeds of flowers throughout your entire relationship and never once had you vocalized disdain for it. But Mina is a girl unlike him, so she must have had some kind of special insight. You must have just not wanted to make him feel bad for messing up. Katsuki knew he was inexperienced in the dating area, but he hadn't realized he was screwing up so badly.

Katsuki did exactly what Mina said. Saturday afternoon, Katsuki showed up at your dorm with a bouquet of yellow roses and a box of chocolates, the milk chocolate kind. According to Mina, milk chocolate was better than dark chocolate. He knocked on the door after checking his phone for the time. He knew you didn't like getting up early on the weekend, and you had been up late studying the night before. Twelve-thirty seemed like a reasonable time to stop by.

You opened the door, slippers on your feet, eyes barely opened, and a crinkled forehead as you tried to slightly open them to see who you were staring at. You had a pair of shorts on and one of Katsuki's sweatshirts. One you promised you hadn't seen and swore he must've lost in the dorms laundry facility. Katsuki smiled down at your sleepy form, you were adorable. Once you registered who it was you yawned and crossed your arms as you lazily leaned against the door frame and let a small smile cross your face.

"What're you doing here? You were out so late last night, you must be exhausted."

"I could say the same about you, you look like the epitome of tired. How late were you up?"

"No later than two. When did you get in?"

Katsuki didn't want to tell you he came in at midnight. You would've asked him why he didn't come to see you, and he didn't want to say that he saw you and Deku studying together. He didn't want to admit that he felt pained at seeing you together so close. Pained at you needing and using Deku as you would him. Katsuki held up the roses and chocolates and thrust them into your arms.

"I didn't even check the time. I brought you apology flowers and chocolate for ditching you. They're roses!"

"O-Oh, they're yellow."

You took the items he thrust into your arms and moved further into your dorm so he could come in. You set the chocolate down on the bed but kept observing the flowers. Katsuki was quite proud of the flowers he picked out. They were pretty and blooming, and he thought you'd like them. Yellow roses would look good in your dorm room. You, on the other hand, were not ecstatic with the flowers. You bit your lip and tried to make your smile bigger. Did he know what yellow roses symbolized? He had to of known, even Denki would know something this simple. Maybe you were reading into it too much, they're just flowers. It was a gift, not a death sentence to your relationship.

"I'll have to go to the kitchen and see if there's anything I can put them in."

Katsuki could sense you being standoffish. He assumed you were upset at him for ditching you the previous night. He did the flowers right, he would just have to go the extra mile to make you happy with him by serving your needs.

"I can go to the kitchen and find a vase! You just shower or get dressed, or whatever, and I'll even bring you up some lunch."

"You don't have to do that. I can get dressed and do it myself."

"I don't have to do it, I want to do it."

Katsuki cupped your cheeks and pressed a quick kiss against your lips. They were soft and sweet. Katsuki could taste the residue sugar from the cookies you had been eating the night before and he pulled back with a frown, making you frown just as much. He wasn't mad that you didn't brush your teeth, although you should have. He was upset at the reminder that Deku was with you when you were supposed to be having a study date. He was upset that Deku was the one who stayed up with you until two in the morning. He was upset that Deku was acting like a better boyfriend when he was just your friend and nothing more. Katsuki should've been doing more, he should've been doing a better job.

"I really am sorry for ditching you yesterday. If you want, we can redo the date today."

"I really missed you yesterday. I did some cramming with Deku, but I don't think he's as good of a teacher as you are."

"Of course dumb Deku isn't as good as me. I'll grab my books before I come back, we'll have a nice do-over date."

Hearing you say that Izuku wasn't as good as him made him feel good. It was slightly reassuring to Katsuki, yet he couldn't stop this budding feeling every time he thought about you and Izuku studying last night.  

"Buy her something nice. Something nice like jewelry. I always see you buying her practical stuff, that's boring. Girls like pretty shiny gifts from their boyfriends."

Mina's second piece of advice had been to buy you some jewelry. According to Mina jewelry was an acceptable gift for a boyfriend to buy his girlfriend. Katsuki had been buying you practical and weird gifts throughout your relationship. He thought they were good, he thought they were sweet and enjoyable. He supposed he was wrong. With every piece of advice from Mina, Katsuki was getting punched in the gut. He thought he was treating you right, he thought he was doing this whole relationship thing right, but he wasn't. If he didn't fix things fast then dumb Deku would steal you away from him.  

Katsuki felt inside of his pocket for the necklace he bought you. He had Mina help him pick it out that morning. It had been sitting there in a pretty little black box with a red bow waiting to be opened. He wanted to give it to you when he gave you the flowers, but he didn't want you to view it as an apology gift, he wanted it to be viewed as a sweet, 'I was thinking of you', gift.

By the time Katsuki had gotten back to your dorm room, you were all showered and dressed in fresh clothes. You were wearing comfortable clothes, and Katsuki had to smile again. You looked simply perfect. With your hair pushed back by a headband, sweatpants, and another one of his sweaters which you practically swam in, you looked angelic to him. Katsuki put a bag containing your lunch on the small table you had in your room, he placed the vase containing your new flowers there too before pulling out your lunch. You grabbed his book bag from him with a smile and began to pull his books out and place them alongside yours in a neatly organized fashion to create a nice study space.

"What'd you find for lunch?"

"There wasn't much in the fridge to quickly grab, so I made some curry."

"I love it when you cook. It always tastes good."

You smiled at Katsuki and placed a quick peck against his cheek before taking a seat next to him. His chest swelled with pride as he watched you freely dig into the container of food. You liked his cooking, and as he watched you feast in it he knew you weren't lying. At least he did one thing right on his own. One more wrong thing and he was sure he was going to blow a casket.

"Aren't you gonna eat?"

You stared at him with half-lidded eyes and spoke with your mouth half full, barely pronouncing your words but Katsuki still knew what you were saying. He stopped staring at you and began working on his own dish. Every once and a while Katsuki noticed your eyes go from your food to his face and then to the flowers before diving back to the food. He supposed you really liked them. It felt good knowing he was doing it right. It felt good knowing you were happy and content with him for the moment.

You wiped your face off and just as you were about to clean up your lunch mess Katsuki jumped up and took care of it. He grabbed your lunch containers and closed them before tossing them back into the bag he brought them in. He took a wet wipe and wiped up your table and then proceeded to toss the dirty wipe in the trash bin.

"Ready to study?"

"Yup! You're a really good teacher, I really look forward to our study dates."

You walked over to your bed and took a seat on the ground whereas Katsuki laid across your bed in a position where he could have a book out and also easily look over the edge to see what you were doing. This was how you always did your study dates. Katsuki would work and watch to see if you were slacking off, then you would switch books and quiz each other. Slowly the clock clicked away, each passing second made Katsuki grow antsy. He wanted to give you the stupid neckless he had inside his pocket. Katsuki huffed as he slammed his book shut and pushed it off of the bed. You craned your neck back to see what Kastuki was doing before narrowing your eyes, no way did he think he could stop studying while he made you work.

"What are you doing? Are you studying up there?"

"No, c'mere."

You huffed as you pulled yourself up off of the floor and crawled onto the bed next to Katsuki. A mixture of blankets and skin touched you as he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you so your back was flush against his chest. He let his head rest inside your neck, and you struggled to pull out of his grip.

"What are you doing? We're supposed to be studying."

"I don't wanna study right now. The test is Monday, we can still study tomorrow."

You bit your lip as you contemplated his offer. He had a point. The test was Monday morning, and it was only Saturday, not to mention that you had studied with Deku yesterday. The offer was just so out of character for Katsuki, part of you wondered if it was a trick and thought he was going to pull out a piece of rolled-up newspaper to hit you with like he did for Eijirou. You let yourself sink into his arms, you had been up to this for a while, you deserved a break.

"Okay, but only a small break. got it?"

"Mm. I got you something."

Katsuki pulled away from your body to dig in his pocket and pull out the small black box. You rolled over so you could face him and your gift with a growing smile on your face. You loved Katsuki's gifts. Whether it was intentional or not, he always got you something you needed. Whether it was you complaining about cold hands or your lack of working pens, the next day you would find gloves and a pack of pens with a note from him saying something stupid, like 'You better use these to take your shitty notes' and 'If you get arthritis in your hands you can't become a hero'. It was always a surprise and a delight. Katsuki handed over the box and you tore the bow off before opening it.

"It's a necklace!"

"Oh, it's very cute."

You tried not to frown as you looked over the necklace. You tried you're best to put a beaming smile on your face. It was still a gift and you needed to show your gratitude. It wasn't as conventional as your other gifts, but it was still pretty. Maybe it had a special meaning? Maybe he saw it and thought of you? It was just so unusual. He never bought you jewelry and the style was obviously not his.

"Did you pick it out yourself?"

You tried not to make it sound like you were fishing for an explanation as you smiled and clasped it around your neck to show how much you 'loved' it. Katsuki contemplated telling you he picked it out himself but seeing as you were friends with Mina he wasn't sure what she'd say and he didn't want to look bad.

"Well, I got a little help. Figured a female's perspective wouldn't hurt."

Suddenly you felt sick to your stomach. Not only had he given you a necklace, an unconventional and unusual gift compared to the ones he usually gave, but he let a girl pick it out. There was no special meaning, it was just pretty. Your mind went back to the flowers. The yellow roses. He bought you yellow roses. Your whole relationship he brought different breeds and types, never roses. Especially not yellow, the color that represented friendship.

"Thank you, I love it!"

You wrapped your arms around Katsuki, bringing him into a big, tight hug. Although you were with him physically, mentally you were in other places. That dark place in the back of your head was telling you why he gave you these offhanded weird gifts. The dark place in the back of your head was filling you with untrue silly thoughts, yet you couldn't help but let your head entertain them and wonder. The more you wondered, the more you wanted to rip your neckless off.

mina

Pop music could be heard blaring loudly from a BlueTooth speaker connected to Mina's phone as you walked into her dorm room. Without knocking you barged right in, Mina supposed there really was a reason you and Katsuki were together. You were both bluntly rude and sometimes you didn't even realize it. You flopped down at the foot of her bed and looked up at her before greeting your pink friend.

"Hey."

"Hi."

Mina didn't look up from what she was doing, she continued flicking through the pages of some fashion-forward girly magazine as she replied to you. You ran your fingers through her soft duvet as you looked around her dorm room. It looked like Claires threw up on the walls and it gave you a major headache. You and Mina had two different style sets, two sets of style very far apart.

"Did you study for the test tomorrow?"

Unlike her room, that was a subject that would give Mina a headache. Mina roughly flipped another page of the magazine she was holding as she let out an exhausted breath.

"No, and before you scold me neither did Denki. I swear Katsuki is rubbing off on you."

At the sound of his name, your hand went up and touched the necklace he got for you. You only wore it in case you saw Katsuki today, you planned to wear it for the next two weeks, then you'd pretend you lost it. You weren't a necklace kind of person, and it wasn't even sentimental. Mina tossed her magazine down on the bed and a smile played on her face as she saw the necklace between your fingers.

"That's a cute necklace? Did Katsuki get it for you?"

"Yeah, he did."

You answer Mina's questions and inquiries as you let the gem on the necklace slip out of your fingers. You couldn't help but let your face slip into a frown. You couldn't help it, the more you thought about the necklace, the further you fell into dark thoughts. It wasn't even the fact that it wasn't sentimental like all of the other gifts he gave you, it was the fact he let some girl pick it out. You weren't a controlling person, not remotely. If Katsuki wanted female friends he could have them, he did have them. While he wouldn't call Mina a friend, she was. Mina was a girl you felt comfortable with, however, you had already had a girl in mind of who you thought helped him, a girl who wasn't Mina. A girl you didn't feel comfortable with, a girl you knew you shouldn't feel comfortable with.

"Well, it's very pretty, if I had a boyfriend who brought me gifts like that I'd be over the moon. So I take it things between you and Katsuki are good then?"

"I guess, um, I just... I think Katsuki is cheating on me."

You started off in a stutter before you bluntly spoke out your words. The moment your voice hits your ears you cringe at yourself and cross your arms. It was such a ridiculous thought. A horrendous and dark thought that, lately, kept crossing your mind more often than it should be crossing and occurring.

"What? Why?!"

"He's just acting so strange and weird."

You pulled yourself up into a cross-legged sitting position on Mina's bed to talk to her. Mina moved and adjusted her own body, completely immersed in what you were saying. You played with your hand as your next words came out.

"Whenever he's out late he always, and I mean always comes to my dorm before going to bed. He didn't come to my dorm last Friday, instead, he shows up at my dorm Saturday afternoon with flowers."

"Flowers are sweet and romantic though. The fact that he bought them for you means he cares."

"Katsuki always brings me a wide variety of flowers. Hydrangeas, snapdragons, hyacinth. It's out of the ordinary and romantic, but this time he bought roses. Not just any roses, yellow roses. What kind of statement is he trying to make with that one?! Everyone knows yellow roses mean friendship and red means romance. Even Denki knows that."

Mina scratched the back of her head nervously. She supposed she should have explained to Katsuki to get red roses. Katsuki was unaware of things in the romance department. Mina needed to try and dial things back before Katsuki found out what you're thinking.

"Katsuki isn't very romantically smart, you're his first serious romantic relationship."

"Yeah, but we've been dating for nearly a year, and that's not even it. We were studying yesterday, and you know how strict Katsuki is when he's studying, you've seen him with Eijirou. Katsuki was not strict at all, he made me stop studying to cuddle. To cuddle! Can you believe that?"

"Well... Maybe he's trying to be sweeter to you, I mean look at the necklace he got you, it's so romantic."

"Don't even get me started on the necklace! Katsuki always brings me sentimental and meaningful gifts. He buys me pencil led when I'm low, and notebooks when he sees my paper is getting down to the end, he buys me gloves when he notices mine are lost or have holes. They're stupid and meaningful and I love it."

You ran your fingers through your hair distressed and upset. Yanking your hands through a few new forming snarls from laying on the bed, practically pulling some hair strands out.

"The necklace isn't meaningful, it doesn't have sentiment, and he didn't even pick it out himself! Some girl picked it out for him."

"Why, didn't he say who? It doesn't mean anything. The girl is probably a friend."

"I think I already know who the girl is. It's some stupid brunette from Shiketsu High. They met during his supplementary lessons, they met again after their internship heroes started working together regularly. She saw him when we were walking to get coffee and she just had to stop and talk to him, she was obviously flirting with him."

You had never felt more awkward at that moment. She was blatantly flirting with him, whether she knew that you were together or not, you didn't know. You didn't expect Katsuki to talk about his relationship during his internship, he was supposed to be working, but you didn't trust her. You knew from that moment the brunette was going to be trouble. She was interested in your boyfriend and that spelled out trouble to you.

"'had a little help' he says, staking her claim on what's mine I say."

"[Y/N], I don't think katsuki would cheat on you. He wouldn't do that."

Mina felt completely nervous. She hadn't realized you and she had such different opinions on romance and what was wooing and not. Katsuki was romantic, he was doing nothing wrong, she just didn't see it from your point of view. Mina had worried Katsuki for nothing and gave bad romance advice which resulted in you worrying. Katsuki was going to kill her, she needed to fix this.

"[Y/N], Katsuki loves you a lot, don't worry, okay?"

"Okay, you're probably right, I'm thinking too much. I'm going back to my dorm, try to get some studying in before the test tomorrow."

Despite the pink girl's words you still didn't feel good. As you stood up and walked to her door, you still felt a rush of negative thoughts and emotions. You still felt winded and emotional. You still felt hurt and fearful of your relationship. You felt the same as you did when you walked into her dorm.  

You nervously tapped your leg up and down on the ground repeatedly as Mr. Ectoplasm and his copies passed out the scored math tests to the class. You supposed a quirk like that must be very useful as a teacher. You kept making little glances over at where Katsuki was sat and your heart clenched. You felt so ridiculous for suspecting he was cheating. You felt completely horrible. Mina was right, Katsuki loved you. Katsuki loved you and he would never cheat. The simple thought that he would was wrong, yet, this lingering feeling told you he was. 

Maybe you should talk to him about it. Maybe you should tell him and express your fears and worries. It was better to talk about things like this, it was better to express yourself rather than locking it up and away, where it could fester and damage your relationship. You looked back over at Katsuki, who caught your glace this time and smiled at you. The smile made you feel sick and guilty for feeling this way. You would tell him how you were feeling after class. The sooner it was out in the open the better. 

You turned back to your test sheet and frowned at the result. You got a forty. Forty. After all that studying you had received a forty. You wanted to be mad at Katsuki for not making you study harder, but you had studied with Izuku first hand. Maybe Ectoplasm would let you take a retest. Ectoplasm dismissed you all and you quickly folded up your test paper in half so no one could see your result as you exited. After you packed up your school bag you stood out in the hall and waited for Katsuki. 

The nerves in your stomach churned. You didn't want to tell Katsuki the negative thoughts that were running through you, you didn't want to tell him how you had dark thoughts and worries about him cheating, but you had to tell him. You had to put your thoughts and theories to rest. Katsuki came out in the hall with his own test papers in hand and you both began to walk to your next class. 

"What'd you score?"

"Got a ninety-two. You?"

"A forty."

You sighed as you clenched the paper in your hand. That was a D. Katsuki was on the fritz. He was trying to take Mina's advice. He wanted to be nice and softer to you like Mina told him he had to be, but he couldn't. You should've studied harder, he should've made you study harder. Katsuki gritted his teeth and took a deep breath to calm himself down before responding. 

"You'll do better next time!" 

"What is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

You looked at Katsuki like he grew two heads. This wasn't your boyfriend, and you slightly wondered if Toga had infiltrated UA. He was never kind like this, he wasn't a positive person. He was supposed to yell at you. Tell you to study better. Tell you you needed to get good scores if you were going to become a hero with him. 

"It's just a bad test score, not every score can be a baller."

"I failed my test, you're supposed to yell at me. Tell me I'm stupid, tell me to study more. Tell me anything but that fake positivity shit! You are not acting like yourself, are you cheating on me? Is this guilt? Are you guilty?"

"No! Fuck, no!"

Katsuki dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around you. That wasn't how you meant to tell him about the thoughts you were having. You wanted to tell him calmly and respectfully, you hadn't meant to flat out accuse him, your thoughts just need up tumbling out that way. Katsuki's own reassuring words came stumbling out in your ear as he tightly gripped you against him.  

"You are perfect and beautiful, and so important to me. I would never cheat on you, I would never fuck up what I have with you. Why would you think that? I don't wanna make you feel that fuckin' way."   

"I know that. I know you wouldn't, but you have been acting so weird and different." 

"I need to be nice or else I'm going to lose you. I got insecure, but shit, I should be. You are so perfect, and you deserve roses and jewelry and the world. You deserve someone who cuddles you instead of studying and who doesn't make you feel like they're cheating and fuck-" 

You pull out of Katsuki's tight grip and cup his cheeks. Your fingers skimmed over his skin tenderly as you stared up at his red eyes and noticed how watery they were. Your heart broke, you thought he was unfaithful but he was really just scared of losing you.

"I don't want you to be soft and nice. You already give me the world Katsuki. You make me study because you care about me. I don't want you to get me roses and Jewelry, I hate it, and I love the stupid little gifts you get me. You don't give me affection and cuddles, but you do other things, like waiting to walk me to class and making me food." 

"You don't want me to be nicer?"

"No! Everything you do is already perfect. Everything you do shows me you care about me in your own way. I love the way you are, I don't want you to change."

Katsuki pulled you back into his arms and pressed a rough kiss against your forehead. He was doing everything right. He was better than dumb Deku, and your test score was proof of that. He wasn't going to lose you, Denki and Mina were wrong. 

"Come to my dorm tonight, you need to study better dumbass."

It didn't matter that the whole class watched the exchange between you both. It didn't matter that Mina had screwed with your relationship and felt very relieved to have gotten off scot-free, for now at least. It didn't matter because all Katsuki cared about was the fact that he was a great boyfriend, the best. He didn't have to be softer, nicer. He didn't have to change, you liked it. You loved him, the way he was. That was all that mattered.

[house-of-slayterr]

Necromancer Oh, Necromancer

Taglist: @keffirinne @howl-fantasies @flaysthings

I paced my apartment for a few minutes, anxiously anticipating Ivy's arrival. I fiddled with the note in my hand, choosing to hide it under the fruit bowl on the table. I wouldn't open it, this was Victor's mail. He might tolerate me, but I didn't want to risk it, besides I respected him too much to commit a small-time federal crime like this. I'd deliver the note by hand. But that would have to wait, mystery child would have to wait.

"Somebody looks nervous" Ivy mused, suddenly appearing behind me.

What was it with me not hearing people come in today? The shit with Butch and Tabby really had me fucked up, but it was a necessary evil.

"Cut to the chase Ivy, I may literally have all week, but I'd prefer if we got this over with. Believe it or not, my life doesn't revolve around when you decide to blackmail me."

"Fine, I'll make it quick. Pack your bags, were needed in Central City."

Central city, my brother had a friend there I believe. He'd yet to introduce Thea or me, but this wasn't a social visit. I'm sure Ivy won't let me out of her sight once we get there. I packed my things quickly, leaving the note hidden from possible intruders. I wasn't stupid, people broke into my apartment even when they knew I wasn't home. Nobody in Gotham had a sense of personal space. Car rides with Ivy were miserable, but I put on my music to drown out my own thoughts.

When I woke, we were outside a warehouse. It looked so concrete and impersonal, nothing like the places I usually met Ivy in. It reminded me of somewhere from my childhood, somewhere distant I couldn't quite place. But it didn't give me a good feeling. I quickly exited the car, not wanting to wait for her word. She wasn't a very patient person; it was a childlike quality of hers.

The people inside were scientist. They had distinct white lab coats and the whole place smelt of Lysol and chlorine.

"If you had all these scientist Ivy, why do you need me?" I asked annoyed.

She paused, stopping dramatically in our path.

"I'm sorry, is little miss sunshine complaining about her free trip out of the city?"

"Kidnapping is not a vacation Ivy. And I'm serious, I don't like this- this place. It creeps me out."

"You've slept in Victor Zsasz house before, and you're creeped out by a lab?"

"Victor would t hurt me; I don't know these people. Most scientist, even with the best intentions, fuck things up. I doubt your pals in there are good people if they're helping you."

"That what does that say about you, My sweet Magnolia?"

I scoffed, pushing past her and making my way to an empty table on the side of the room. I threw my stuff down and vaulted myself onto it. I watched as Ivy interested the men. Some of them looked like hungry animals, eyeing her up and down. Others look absolutely terrified of her. I was brought back to reality when one of the men approached me.

"You must be the subject she brought us."

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, that's not what I meant. Miss Pepper told us you were special, wanted us to run some tests. Said you could help our cause."

"And what exactly is your cause? If I'm gonna be a guinea pig, it better be worth it."

"Miss Pepper didn't tell you, she said you were happy to help?"

"Let me ask you something-"

"Mason."

"Mason. Does Ivy seem like the type to ask nicely to you? Do I look like I want to be here? Does this look of confusion on my face indicate to you in any way that I have a single clue what is going on right here, right now? No, it doesn't. Well, would you look at that. Humour me for a second, and fill a girl in."

His face flushed red with embracement.

"Oh, well umm, its kind of a long story, But miss Pepper and our boss both need help resurrecting something."

"Yeah, Ivy said that to. My question, why is everyone dancing around this "Something" I have no say in this, it's not like I'm just gonna walk away when I find out what it is."

"It- his name is Grodd. Gorilla Grodd."

"I was brought here to resurrect a damn Gorilla?!?!" I screamed.

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to stare at me. Ivy glared from across the room. I glared right back. I took a deep breath calming myself.

"Why?"

"Why what?" "Why are we brining an animal back to life? It must be important if this many people have been brought in for the job."

"He's not just any Gorilla, he has telepathy. He can control Minds. He's also the leader of all talking Gorillas."

"Oh, is that all? No big deal. Just necromancing an evil talking, Mind-controlling Gorilla, for unknown reason. Easy peasy."

"You don't seem thrilled."

"Really Mason? I don't? How ya guess? Is it the fear in my eyes, or are you just happy to see me? No if you excuse me, I'm gonna go bash my had into the wall until I figure out how I'm supposed to do this."

If it was an option, I'd kill Ivy. Nobody has ever made me this mad before. I wasn't even this Mad at Slade when he killed my mother. Of course, I was adopted, but I didn't care any less for Moira then my siblings did. Hell, I was in the family for about as long as Oliver disappeared for. I walked over to Ivy, pulling her asside.

"Problem?" She asked, a smug look on her face.

"Why didn't you just tell me what I was actually here for? Don't you think you can trust me at this point?"

"Toying with you is half the fun Blossom. You're just so gullible. It's what I like about you."

"Why are we doing it?"

"Why do you want to know."

"Because I sacrafied a lot to get my ass here Ivy, and I swear to God, if this was all for some silly stupid Gorilla, I am going to burn your fucking green house to dust."

Not gonna lie, it would be easy to call my bluff on that one. I could never consciously kill that many plants. But it had to be something she cared about, and Other than Selena, she didn't care for much. That's why she was practically untouchable. Ivy didn't have any of those pesky human connection getting in her way. I'm sure she'd even kill Selena if it came down to it.

She grabebd me by the throat and pulled me close.

"Don't ever threaten me like that again little rose bud, or I'll use you as fertilizer."

"Yeah, and Y/N will torture your ass before Victor kills you."

"I'm not stupid, I heard they broke up. Mommy and Daddy won't come to save you this time."

"Fine." I growled.

She let go.

"What I need from Grodd, is none of your business. Do your part, and I'll let you leave her unscathed."

I wasn’t sure what rush of confidence came over me, but I was fed up with her at this point. The way her was exhausting and I really wasn’t excited about being used as a science experiment. I was lucky nobody else in Gotham knew about my blood disorder, that could get bad very quickly. It was something only my brother knew about, he never told Thea or Mom, and he made me swear to never explore it. It was better if I was just “normal”. I grabbed Ivy by the wrist as she turned to leave.

“I do this for you, you stop threatening the people I care about.” I said.

She smirked, that annoying sickly sadistic smirk. It nearly rivales Y/N’s.

“You don’t make the demands here Petal.” The nickname fell off her tongue with sharp malice. “Bring my friend back, and we’ll discuss the terms of what I decide to let you do with the rest of your useless life.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“Useless? You need me? Why else would you have worked so hard to get me here. If you could have picked anyone else, you would have. If you really thought I was useless, you would have killed me our first meeting. Yet you keep dragging me around, why is that Ivy?”

“You mean nothing to me Blossom, just a means to an end, remember that.”

She walked away, leaving me there seething. My body was shaking from the amount of rage I had. I swore I’d rip off her head if it wouldn’t upset Selena. That poor girl had been through enough. And I didn’t need Bruce seeing me as a killer.

The week had passed quickly, it was almost impossible to keep up with time at this point. The scientists didn’t go home, they just switched shifts. I had given more blood then I ever have in my entire life and they rand test after test. Poking and prodding and Grodd and I. Though I envied the Gorilla, at least he couldn’t feel anything they were doing to him.

Maybe I didn’t know much about telepathic Gorillas, but I did know one thing for sure. When you’re dead, you’re dead. I’d only ever brought my plants back to live before, and that bird that hit my window that one time. But I didn’t understand how it worked. My blood just healed things, loving things. My plays roots still clung to life, when normal methods wouldn’t have revived the flowers. And the bird was freshly dead, neck snapped just moments before he sprung back to life in my hands. This Grodd, how long had he been gone?

Could my blood work on humans? Perhaps it was why I healed so quickly all those times I’d been kidnapped. Between Gotham and Star city, I didn’t have the best track record. The latter being because my family was important. Maybe that’s why Bruce was always being taken from Alfred, he has money, status. He was important. But in Gotham, I was none of those things. Yes I still managed to always wind up in situations like this. It was frustrating.

After the second week I’d grown home sick. Something I hadn’t expected at all. All this time in Gotham and I never wanted to go back to the Mansion. Of course I missed my brother and sister, but I didn’t have any friends back there. I was the weird adopted kid, who’s brother went missing and mom was murdered. But now, now I missed Oswald’s cooking. I missed Victors stupid jokes about kills, and Y/N scolding him in French just because he couldn’t understand. I missed my quiet time alone in my room, reading the books Bruce would send to me. I missed annoying Jim and Harvey.

The pain from the tests didn’t even bother me anymore. It was dull, something I could handle. Ivy grew more frustrated as time went on, but I knew we were getting closer I could feel it. I could feel him. Gorilla Grodd felt more like a tangible being now. Like he wasn’t some myth, despite his body being right before me, I had no proof he wasn’t simply a normal gorilla. Yet somehow I could feel a presence.

By the third week, we’d cracked it. Everyone was exhausted but it would work, it had to work. Grodd was large, so it took a lot of my blood to pump through his veins. And so we waited, let the machines do the work, until his body kicked in on its own. And when it did, I could feel it. I don’t know why I was surprised. I always felt connected to my plants, they were like little parts of me. And the bird, I felt connected to him, but it was so small. So minuscule it seemed almost like I was imagining it. I could hear him before he woke.

“Human.” A voice echoed.

I may have been tried, but I wasn’t stupid. I remained nonchalant, if he wanted everyone to know he was awake he would. I looked down at my hands, trying my best to clear my thoughts. It sounded stupid, but I read in one of my books once, it was helpful to think slow and clear in the presence of mind readers. That is of course if you wanted them to understand you.

“You’re awake.”

“I am. I can feel you.” He stated.

I tried not to react. It was odd having this new connection confirmed.

“I suppose it’s because there’s a lot of me in you right now. You haven’t produced any of your own blood yet.”

I was surprised I’d picked up on that so quickly. I mean I was a biologist, but I studied in the plant division. But science just made sense to me. And “magic” is just science that can’t be explained yet. Not that I believed I was magic, most likely just cursed.

"I have died." He stated it was plain, void of emotion.

It made me sad somehow. Up until now, he was just a Gorilla, a body that had already passed on. there wasn't much to be sad about, I didn't know the nature of his passing or anything about him. But hearing him talk now, made him real. It made him metaphorically human. And I couldn't help but wonder what he saw and if he felt anything.

"You seem sad Human."

I visibly frowned. I don't know what personality I was expecting, being someone Ivy would want to associate herself with, I expected more hostility.

"Nobody told me how you died."

I didn't know it was possible for my voice to sound smaller in my own head.

"Good Human." He declared.

I scrunched my face in confusion.

"Nice Human."

Grodd finally decided to open his eyes, moving on the cold table to turn to look at me. His movements were sluggish, but I assumed that was just a minor side effect of being brought back. The scientist rushed into the room, immediately trying to prod him. He squirmed uncomfortably, but despite his large stature, he wasn't at full strength yet.

"Humans, hurt Grodd." His voice sounded like shouting in my head.

I got off the cold sterile table I had been on as well, undoing the straps and ripping the tubbing out of my arm. he had enough blood to sustain himself now, he would theoretically no longer need mine. And that was just a risk I would have to take. The world spun for a moment when I stood but I composed myself.

"Stop!" I shouted.

I tried to push some of the scientists away.

"Give him some room!" I begged.

I pushed the last of the scientists out of the way and stood in front of him defensively. I did not do all this work to bring him back, just for them to push him past his limit and kill him right away.

"Give him time, he needs to adjust," I explained.

One of the lead scietists scoffed.

"And what do you know of science, little girl?" He spat.

"This may not be my field of expertise, but what I do know is when a living creature is hurting. I did not bring him back just so you could hurt him." I hissed.

I heard the familiar click of heels, and a tsk fall from Ivy's mouth.

"Well... well. well, look who's finally awake. And what do we have here Little Magnolia?"

"Ivy-" She held up her hand, silencing me.

"You said you would cooperate." "And I have been, but-"

"I will track down, Tabitha, and Butch and I'll tell Jim about our little arrangement. Do you think he'll be able to look at you again after all you've done little flower? Do you think Tabby and Butch would forgive you for leading them on, and then leading them to their deaths?"

"Don't you dare touch them!" "Then step away from the gorilla, your part in this is done. Go home."

It was tempting to believe if I just left without a fight, she'd actually let me go. But I knew better. She'd call me back the second she needed me for something else. I looked back a Grodd, he watches the situation with careful calculation.

"What are you going to do with him?"

Ivy Smiled.

"Your heart is bigger than I gave you credit for. But your mind is still foolish."

"That's rich coming from someone who was a literal child just months ago." I snared in my mind.

Grodd seemed to have collected this information.

"Leave Magnolia, this is your last warning."

I looked back at the gorilla once more.

"Don't let her trick you, she's quite deceptive. I don't wish to see you dead on that table again." I warned.

Ivy seemed to have picked up on our silent conversion, and she wasn't happy about it. I'm sure she thought we were conspiring against her. I tangle of leaves suddenly wrapped itself around my limbs. The vines snaked around my body and pulled me upwards toward the ceiling. I was hanging, by my feet now. Ivy stood before me.

"You really don't know how to listen."

She held my chin between her thumb and forefinger, gripping tightly.

"I don't want you to hurt him."

She laughed in my face, squeezing me tighter.

"When will you understand Sweet Magnolia, I do not care what you want." The vines tightened around my limbs, thorns digging into my flesh. I hissed out in pain.

"Protect human?" Grodd asked.

"Don't" I warned.

"Stop communicating with my Pet." Ivy proclaimed.

"I thoguht you said he was a friend." "Oh, he will be, once he realises we have a common goal. But until then-"

She motioned for the scientist to approach Grodd. I assumed their plan was to try to tranquilise the beast. I could see the fear in his eyes. The vines wrapped tighter into me now, tight enough to draw blood.

"Don't fight, she'll only hurt you more," I advised.

"Human bleeding."

"I'm fine-"

"I asked you to stop that! You know your eyes go glossy when he's in your head right. That's how you know his compulsions working. Strange, how strong his reach is considering he just woke up. Imagine how much could do at full strength. I'll give you one last chance Magnolia leave, and tell no one about this, or stay, and I'll make Grodd run all of our little experiments on your mind, and yours alone. Do you think you're strong enough or that? Or do you think you'd finally crack?"

The smile on her face was disgusting.

"I'm sorry," I said out loud.

Grodd seemed to understand the apology was for him, as he finally tipped fighting off the scientist and let them inject him. But Ivy seemed to fall for the apology as well.

"Good girl." She gently tapped my face with her palm.

She moved the vines so I was pulled down right in front of her once more.

"And remember, you tell anyone about this little field trip, I'll know. And I'll take great pleasure in ripping you apart and using you for fertiliser."

"I won't" I swore plainly.

She finally let the veins go, I dropped to the floor. A huff of air left my lungs as the wind was knocked out of me. I looked back at Grodd one more time to see him trying to fight off the tranquillizer.

"Sleep," I said softly.

I thought a lot about Grodd on the train ride home. despite the distance, it still felt as though I was right there beside him. I could feel his fear, his rage. I still felt the sting of Ivy's vines. Poison, I suspected, as I felt the wound pulsate gently under my touch. I thought about everyone back in Gotham. How would they respond to my absence? I'd been without my phone since I left it in my apartment.

When I got home, I was surprised to see my apartment still intact. I assumed someone would have torn it apart by now. But it seemed as if nothing was moved from its place. It felt odd. But it eas nice to be out of the immediate grasp of Ivy Pepper. I despised her almost more than my brother despised Slade Wilson.

AN: Alright, I wrote and publish the next chapter before this one, so this picks up with "Home, Sweet Home." Will write about the mystery girl in the next chapter. Thank you all so much for showing my characters so much love!

[getitinbusan]

Finger Bang!

Jeongguk Smut

More than pleased with himself, Jeongguk stared at how wet the bed was.

Quickly undoing his pants he knew he could pull another orgasm out of you while you were still blissed out. He brushed the damp hair off your cheek and kissed it.

"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to seeing that."

It had been a few weeks since this new talent revealed itself and he was determined to perfect the craft.

If he curled his fingers just right, and dragged them in and out at a steady pace, he could make you squirt like a soup dumpling. 

"So fucking wet, I can't believe how much your pussy loves my fingers." 

So while you lay in the aftermath, mind blank, muscles limp, he'd hop on and fuck you the rest of the way into oblivion replacing your fluids with his.

Walking through the airport you grabbed hold of him. Instead of taking his whole hand, you gripped your two favorite fingers and gave them a tight teasing squeeze.

"You really like those huh?"

"I thought it was obvious?"

Pressing his digits up to your lips you kissed them softly.

"I'm going to miss them this week, do you really have to go?"

"You're not going to miss me? Just my fingers?" He laughed, "You know you've got your own right?" 

"Not the same Guk. I love you, you'd better hurry back." 

The day before he was scheduled to return he messaged you. 

JK: I can't wait to see you tomorrow, I have a surprise. 

Y/N: I thought we were going to FaceTime tonight? I miss your smile Guk-ah."

Y/N: But what's the surprise!!??

JK: You're gonna have to be patient 💜 We get in at 7am, stay in bed, I'll meet you there 😏

The alarm went off at 6am, that would give you just enough time. 

Peeling off his old ripped t-shirt you got up to shower and shave.  

Putting clean sheets on the bed you tucked yourself back in just as the key turned in the lock. 

You heard the sound of his duffel bag drop on the floor, followed by shoes, then clothes as his bare feet pattered towards the bed. 

"I know you're not sleeping, I can see you smiling." 

You laughed as he lifted the covers and crawled on top of you.  "You'd better get over here and kiss me Jeongguk." 

His lips announced his homecoming as they connected with yours. His hand drew through your hair and caressed your cheek. 

You pulled back at the strange sensation. "What's this? Why are you wearing a glove? Jeongguk are you hurt?!" 

He rolled onto his back and held his gloved hand up. "This is my surprise!" 

You looked at him puzzled, "I don't get it." 

Sliding the fabric off his hand he slowly revealed his newly inked fingers, the inflamed writing spelled out ARMY across his knuckles. 

"Oh my God, thats so fucking hot!" 

He smiled at your praise. "You really like it? I can't wait for the fans to see how much I love them." 

You crawled on top of him, "When are you gonna show me how much you love me?" 

You ground yourself onto his hardening cock, "I need you to make me cum."

"Yeah? you need my fingers inside you baby?" 

"Please Kookie, I've been a good girl waiting for you." 

"Fuck, I love when you talk like that." 

He lowered his hand to your entrance, his fingers finding you wet in anticipation. Dipping his index inside you he hissed. 

His eyes grew big and apologetic, "shit...shit, I'm sorry. I'll be right back." 

He got out of bed and walked to the washroom. You could hear him running the faucet. The light flicked back off and he stood beside the bed. 

"You're gonna be mad." 

"Jeongguk, what's going on? I've missed you, why the hell aren't you fucking me right now?" 

He grabbed the discarded glove from the bed and slipped it back over his hand.

Realization hit you, "Oh for fucks sakes Jeon. How long till they heal?" 

His head dropped,"Three weeks.." 

The sex was good but… it was no squirting orgasm. 

It had been a week and a half plus the week he'd been gone. He felt bad.

Jeongguk loved to please you and even though you didn't complain he knew he could be giving you so much more. 

He walked into the living room where you lay on the couch and made a show of dropping his book loudly onto the coffee table. 

You picked it up and read the title, 

"Tantric Alchemy and Amrita: The Sacred Nectar of a good woman"

"Have you given up Overwatch for feminist studies?" 

He took it out of your hand and stretched out beside you. 

He flipped it open, "It says when a woman squirts, its a holy experience for her." 

You couldn't stop laughing at how serious he was.

"You've made me scream OH GOD on multiple occasions, im not sure why you needed a book to tell you that." 

"Don't make fun of me," he pouted. "I know you really like it when I make you squirt and I just want to understand so I can do it better." 

You held up his hand and looked at the Tattoos, "How much longer?" 

"Three more days baby, we're almost there. Wanna see what else I learned?" 

He flipped to the bookmarked page and read it to you.

"Tantric Kissing brings your makeout sessions to totally new, electric, and elevated levels. It allows you to experience flowing orgasmic energy with  outrageous passion between you and your kissing partner." He wiggled his brow and grinned.

Your panties were already wet.

"Jeongguk," you rubbed against him, "I'm more of a hands on learner. Why dont you teach me about it?"

You woke up in a great mood. Today was THE day! 

Jeongguk had left bright and early for rehearsal so you wouldn't see him until after the show tonight. 

Trying to distract yourself all day, your house had never been this clean. The anticipation building inside you was manifesting in your creamed panties. 

Y/N: Guk I'm gonna die...I cant wait any longer.

JK: Don't you dare touch yourself!

Y/N: You'd better take care of me

JK: I've got you baby girl.

JK: I changed the ending of Boy with Luv just for you...💜

Y/N: ?? Cant wait, see you soon.

He was a tease. Standing in the front row with your legs clamped together he danced for you.

Lifting his shirt, thrusting his hips, rolling his body, his hand falling conveniently over his cock. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

Almost at the finish line, you couldn't wait to get him home. The familiar ohs of Boy With Luv began and you watched as he flirted with you. You didn't want to wait, you wanted to be in the car already, getaway style. 

End...end...come on end...Boy with Luv…

He looked over his shoulder  directly at you and raised your two favorite fingers in the air. Holding the pose he winked and motioned with his head for you to get backstage. 

"Fucking finger guns Jeongguk? Do you want me to wet myself in public?" 

Not saying a word he grinned as he pulled you into a nearby green room and locked the door behind him. 

He backed you up animalisticly like you were prey until your legs found the edge of the couch.

"Guk..." 

He put his tattooed finger over you lips.  

You lay back on the couch as he knelt on the floor in front of you. 

Lifting your skirt he shook his head, "you haven't been wearing panties all night?"

You smiled sweetly and shrugged. 

Spreading you wide he went knuckle deep and pulled back out. "So fucking wet," he licked his finger. 

"Guk please, don't tease me anymore." Begging him, you were desperate to get off. 

He pushed his fingers into you and layed himself onto your chest. As his fingers stroked your sweet spot he whispered in your ear. 

"Remember the other day when we kissed for hours?"

You couldn't form sentences so you moaned in acknowledgment.

"How it felt like nothing else existed but us?" 

He lifted your leg to hit a deeper angle. 

"I want to give you that all the time." 

His lips moved warm and slow, his tongue dancing in your mouth as fireworks went off behind your eyes. His fingers, covered in cream were snuggly inside you, pressing, rubbing into a euphoric trance. He had you dizzy. 

His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, "can you cum for me?"  

You knew he was speaking but your brain couldn't decipher what the words were. 

As your hips involuntarily rose to press into his palm he increased his speed. Your legs were trembling and he knew it was imminant. Moving to the side he watched as pleasure took over and you released your cum onto the couch and the floor. 

"Thats my girl." 

Your head was reeling as you tried to regain your strength. He held out his hand to help you up. 

"Aren't you going to finish?" 

He pulled you into a hug, "Nope. I learnt a few things from my book, it's going to be a long night." 

He opened the door just as Jimin was walking by. Eyeing you both  suspiciously up and down he looked into the room. "Is everything okay? Why are you wet.. why's the floor wet?" 

Jungkook shrugged, "Sometimes we have waterfights."

[myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants]

This is my first collab fic and I could not be more excited! I'm so thankful that I can be part of the group!

The AU for this month was Sex Work. The Masterlist for this collab can be found here. Please take some time to check out everyone's contributions! There are other fics and amazing art!

That being said here is my fic, big BIG shout out to @doinmybesthere for being an amazing beta reader and sweet angel bb. ily Emme!

Please please please read the warnings. They are there for a reason!

Warnings: consensual noncon, mentions of being burnt, stabbing and blood; no prep penetration, disrespectful use of the word "whore", blackmail, psychological abuse?, Mineta (nuff said) he gets what's comin to him

You’re in the doctor’s office getting a regular checkup when you overhear the nurses in the station next to you talking.

“Look! They posted the new hero rankings today.”

“I forgot those were today, too bad they can’t have the conference during the pandemic. I miss seeing Deku all cute and blushing.”

“FUCK” In your brief moment of panic you forgot where you were. You cringe and look at the nurses, trying your best not to look like you were gonna be sick. “Sorry ladies, didn’t mean to yell.” No point in offering an explanation. You wouldn’t be able to tell them anything anyway.

As you very impatiently wait for your blood results to come back you check the tacky red cell phone you have to keep with you at all times. You had put it on silent since you were in the doctor’s office and you were glad you did. Taking a quick look at your screen had your stomach dropping into your ass.

M.M: Gonna move my appointment up to today.

M.M: You better get ready. I’m not happy.

M.M: I’m sure you saw the postings. Number 36.

M.M: I made sure to pay for any accidents in advance.

M.M: I’ll see you tonight.

Why does he have to be so fucking horrible? Accidents my ass.

The messages make your skin crawl, you should have figured the hero rankings would piss him off but honestly you never paid enough attention. With a heavy sigh you opened up your web browser and pull up the list.

“Number 36...number 36…. Number 36…” When you finally reached the hero you were looking for, you let out a sigh.

Hero Ranking Number 36: The Rainy Season Hero Froppy

Well at least you had her outfit already, for some reason she was one your client asked for a lot. Not that you wanted to ask him why, not with the way his black eyes looked whenever he saw you dressed up like her.

I don’t know if I should feel glad that he isn’t actually taking this out on her. Or upset that I’ve had to deal with this for months.

“L/N, Y/N?” The doctor walks up holding their clipboard and closing the privacy screen. Your file almost too much for the metal clip at the top. “Your test results came back negative and your burns seem to have healed very well. I would tell you that any strenuous activity should be avoided but we both know you can’t do that.”

Their poor attempt at humor had your stomach rolling. “Haha anyways Doc, I think I’m gonna need another medkit to take home today. I can schedule my next appointment online, right?”

You can’t handle the thinly veiled pity in their eyes and look down, reaching over to your side to grab your purse. You hear them moving around and a dark blue plastic box is put on your lap.

“If I remember correctly this is your favorite color, right? You are able schedule an appointment online but if you would like I can schedule it for you. How about in two days? Afternoon work for you?”

You look up after clutching the kit to your chest, you know they are just trying to be nice. All of the nurses are especially nice to you and as endearing as it might be to some people, to you it just feels dirty.

“Afternoon is perfect, thanks Doc.” You get up and walk towards the privacy screen. Before leaving you stop for a moment “Blue ismy favorite color.”

As you make your way back to your living quarters you scroll through the internet looking at every picture of the Pro-Hero Froppy you can find. Your quirk can project a person’s desires onto your body by reading them in their eyes. It’s easier when the person has a clear view of what or who they want. However, your client’s desires are such a jumbled mess that it’s easier if you know what it is beforehand.

Hopefully, I can act like her enough that I don’t have to look at his desires this time. I can’t stand how disgusting they make me feel.

You pass by a few familiar faces on your way back to your rooms but don’t pay them any mind. They in turn leave you alone, most of them knowing that when you have that look on your face you were in a mood.When you first were offered a position at the brothel you thought it would be easy money. You had been stripping for several years, known for how you looked different to everyone who saw your dancing. The beautiful, enchanting, flexible Erised. You had built up your quirks ability to be able to project almost a full clubs worth of desires. Sure, it caused extreme fatigue and chronic migraines but the money you raked in was well worth it.

A few months ago

After an especially successful night a patron walks up to you after you leave the stage.

“I have a job opportunity for you, courtesy of my employer.” He hands you a card you read “Heroes Consulting Agency” in bold silver letters.

“I’m a stripper hun, not sure I can do the type of consulting you’re looking for.” You go to hand it back, but they put their hand up.

“I’m afraid I must insist, why don’t we treat you to lunch and you can listen to our proposal?”

You put your hand back down and study them. They are dressed in a white button up with a vest, definitely out of place in a strip club. You would look in their eyes, but they didn’t really have any, their whole body seemed to be made of dark smoke. You don’t work in the nicest of places so someone with their kind of full body quirk isn’t unusual.

“Alright, I give. I’m not really one to pass up free food.” The rational side of your brain is telling you that you have more than enough money to buy your own food but the stingy part telling you to take it while you can is a little louder.

“Excellent choice Miss Erised. Someone will meet you at the address on that card tomorrow at around 5pm? Should give you enough time to recover from the side effects of your quirk.” They give a slight bow and walk off towards the exit, a large something getting up from a seat and following closely behind.

Sam, one of the waitresses walks up to you with a tray filled with drinks. Her normally short stature elevated with high heeled leather boots. “Did you know that person Y/N?”

Oh man, I do not have the energy for this.

You turn to her and survey the tray before grabbing something that looked like a fruity cocktail. “No, but they offered me a job. Gonna go have lunch with them tomorrow.” Sipping from the glass you tuck the card into your bra, making sure to not show it to the girl.

“That’s weird, don’t they know you’re a stripper? What is someone dressed that nicely want to hire you for? Also did that person look familiar to you or is that just me?” Any normal person wouldn’t be able to keep up with her unending questions, but you had known her for years. The tray in her hands tips dangerously to the left but she balances it out without a second thought.

Guess she does have to be quick on her toes to be a waitress at a strip club.

“They were here for my dance so yes they do know, either way I’m getting free food so…”

She huffs, aware of your attitude for anything “free”.

You finish the drink and place the empty glass back taking a couple bills from your bag and tucking them into her apron.

“Thanks for the drink Sam, but I gotta leave before my headache hits.” You walk off before she can say anything further. You really wanna be nice to her but her endless energy really gets on your nerves sometimes.

By the time you make it to your modest apartment, you can feel the pain starting behind your eyes. You drop your stuff by the door without turning on any lights and walk to the box safe hidden in the kitchen. After you make sure all the money is secure you grab a glass of water and head to the bedroom. The bottle of pain killers already set out on your nightstand. You should really take a shower but for now, you strip down, take a few pills, drink the whole glass of water, and lay down. It takes a while for the pills to kick in but once they do you finally fall asleep.

When you finally wake up the next morning your headache is gone, and you have to piss like no one’s business. You grumble as you stretch your tight sore muscles and get up to go to the bathroom. After taking care of business, you get into some light clothes and walk into the kitchen to make some food. Thankfully, you had some leftover rice and spam in the fridge, so you pop that in the microwave. You put the kettle on for some green tea and down another glass of water as it heats up.

Remembering the offer from yesterday and the promise of free food you pad over to your pile of things by the door and grab their card. It’s sleek looking with a plain black background and silver lettering. The address isn’t something you recognize right away so you look it up on your phone.

“What the fuck?” Why is this place in a business park?

You scroll down and check the street view; the building is a high rise surrounded by a mostly empty parking lot. The entrance of the building is blurred, probably to keep the privacy of anyone entering or exiting.

“Well, I guess it’s a nice gig. Better dress the part.” Or maybe you’re gonna get murdered.

“Wow, I really have to stop watching all those true crime shows.” You put the card in your wallet and head back to the kitchen. The microwave beeps and the kettle whistles shortly after. When you’re done eating you put the dishes in the sink to soak and head to the bathroom to finally take a shower.

By the time you have finished showering the whole bathroom is filled with steam and your body has a pink flush to it. You open the door to air it out and finish cleaning up for the day. Your outfit consists of your nicest jeans with ankle boots, a long sleeve blouse and a dark cardigan. You grab one of your smaller over the shoulder purses and leave your apartment.

One of the things you allowed yourself to really splurge on was a car. Public transportation was not as reliable as it could be and with your hours not the safest either.

By the time you make it to the building the sun is starting to set, giving the sky beautiful pink to blue coloring. As you park and get out of your car a young woman walks up to you.

“Welcome Miss Erised! Please follow me and I will escort you through the building.” The woman’s blonde hair is in two messy buns, her face childlike. Her voice was high pitched enough to grate on your nerves a bit, but you ignored it.

As you follow the person through the lobby you take a glance around. Looks like a high-end hotel lobby. There is a front desk area with a marble counter top, women that are dressed in matching button ups with their hair up in buns or ponytails. Random potted plants and small trees dot the area, and a nice chandelier hangs in the middle of the ceiling. No one besides the women at the front desk are in the area.

“Doesn’t seem to be busy right now.” You didn’t even really mean for her to hear you, but she did, and you sounded like an asshole.

They turn their head slightly with a knowing smirk. “It would seem that way wouldn’t it?”

Conversation halts while you stand in the elevator which you were thankful for. They had chosen a floor close to the middle of the building, which gave you just enough time to rethink your life choices.

By the time you got to your floor you are tired of the silence. Normally you hate small talk, but you figured you would give it a shot. “Do you like your job?”

The woman turns to you and smiles, here canines peeking out a bit while shrugging her shoulders. “It keeps me busy, plus I get to make so many friends.” The gleam in her eyes flashes menacingly for a quick second, you decide to pretend you didn’t see it.

As you get to the end of the hall, she opens a door and gestures you inside, closing it behind you. There is a nice desk to the left of the door, other than that the room is sparce. The person sitting in the chair has quite an eclectic look about him. Grey hair parted to the side, shrew eyes behind circular wire rimmed glasses, a gold chain peeks out from the slightly open white button up with a purple blazer. He reeks of cigarette smoke the evidence of his habit tossed into the half-filled ash tray on the desk.

“So nice of you to join me Miss Y/N. Why don’t you have a seat, we can talk about your new position.” He gestures to the only other chair a smirk on his face that shows of his missing tooth.

“I haven’t accepted the job yet Giran, and I thought I told you I don’t want to work for you.” You aren’t used to seeing him in this type of place. But you do know him so there is no need to put on a show. You lean back in the chair and cross your arms.

“How rude of me, you won’t be working for me, but I have been given authority to hire for this company.”

You don’t bat an eye; most large companies use outside help for hiring. “What is this position you would like offer me?”

“This company provides heroes with a way to alleviate their… desires in a safe and discrete way.”

“So, you hire prostitutes for heroes to have sex without worrying about anyone telling the press about it.”

“That is correct.”

“I don’t know if your just stupid or if you forgot but I’m a stripper not a hooker.” You sit up in your chair fully ready to leave the room.

“They would provide you with a fully furnished apartment, medical coverage with 24/7 access to their fully trained medical staff. Any cash given to you by your clients you can keep, however they would take a percentage out of the money they initially pay for your services.”

“Let’s say I’m a little interested, how much is the initial pay for my services?” You want to deny the offer, nothing wrong with having sex for money but it isn’t really your thing.

Giran doesn’t answer right away, instead putting out what is left of his cigarette only to pull another one out of his blazer and lighting it up. “The starting hourly rate is $2,500 an hour, they would take 30 percent from that.”

Holy shit, that’s as much as I make in a day and I would be making it an hour? You keep your face neutral but something in your eyes must have tipped him off.

“You would start tomorrow; most clients keep a contract with their favorite employee and we actually have someone lined up for you already. He has extremely specific tastes and you are the perfect person to fill in.”

“I’ll have to talk to the club owner; would it be possible to start later?” You don’t want to seem to eager, especially not in front of him.

“I don’t see that as a problem, they can give you one week but that’s it.”

You stay silent, making it look like you’re thinking about it. After a moment you lean forward in your chair and stick your hand out. “Sounds like a deal to me.”

Giran grabs you hand and gives it a firm shake. “If you ever need help or have any questions call the number on the card. Now I believe you were offered dinner, let me take you to one of my favorite places.”

You let his hand go and rise from the chair. As Giran comes around the desk and walks towards the door, he stops for a moment and turns to you. “Welcome to the team.”

Dinner was actually genuinely nice; the food was good, and you were able to have a comfortable conversation with Giran. Of course, he didn’t tell you anything about himself, but you had no problems with that, you didn’t wanna share anything to personal about yourself either. He dropped you back off at your car after dinner and shook your hand again before driving off.

By the time you got home you had decided what you were gonna tell the club owner and mentally packed your apartment. Not wanting to take all of your things you moved most of it to a secure storage facility. Having had it for a few years already in order to store the overabundance of clothes you owned.

After the week was up you had quit your job and packed all of your belongings. You realize you don’t know where you are supposed to go so you pull out the card and call the number.

“Hello, how can I assist you?”

“Giran never told me where I would be moving my stuff to. Could you give me the address?” You pick at your nails while waiting for him to answer.

“Of course, Miss Erised. Will you be needing any assistance for your move?”

He sounds so polite; I wonder if he is always like this.

“No, I’ll be fine on my own thank you.”

He gives you the address and let you know that you can call if you need any additional information.

“Good luck Miss Erised.”

When you get back to your apartment you immediately go into the shower and wash up, using the tea tree oil that Froppy had said she uses in an interview.

I don’t understand how people can like this stuff, but he gets easier to handle if I smell like those women.

When you are done you towel dry your hair and make sure to lotion your whole body. When your hair is dry enough you straighten it and leave it down. He likes it better when its down.

You go to your closet and rifle through until finding the very skimpy version of Froppys hero costume. All it really has in common with the original is the tan harness and the green with black and yellow stripes. Otherwise, it is a one-piece bikini without a crotch. You grab your black leather over the knee boots and get dressed. After checking the time, you give yourself a moment to mentally prepare.

I hate this, I hate him. Disgusting filthy little bug. A false hero, a plague. I can’t wait to leave this place.

Standing in the middle of your room you close your eyes and take deep breaths, allowing your consciousness to drift. You have found that the best way to endure these sessions is to detach yourself from the situation. Only focusing on the absolute necessary and maintaining the effects of your quirk. Giving yourself another minute to get into character you walk to the door joining your apartment to the “service room”.

Thankfully, he hasn’t shown up yet, you shut the door hearing the lock click into place, the door seamlessly vanishing into the wall. Sitting on the edge of the bed you face the door that Mineta will walk through and wait.

No matter how many times we do this I never lose the feeling of wanting to vomit while bathing in bleach.

When he walks in you see that he is wearing his hero costume, as atrocious as it is. He never really deviated from the original design. You immediately start your performance.

“Mineta? What am I doing here? kero” You clasp your hands together in front of your chest and look around frightfully.

“Hello Tsu, what a pleasant surprise to see you here.” He walks up, taking off his gloves and throwing them to the side.

“I don’t understand, do you know where- “Your sentence is cut off, pain in your cheek sharp and hot.

“I don’t believe I gave you permission to talk Miss thirty sixth hero.” He stands there with his hand still up as you cup your cheek and look up at him, the tears in your eyes real. He pulls his hand back again as if to slap you and you flinch.

“Good girl, now finish taking off my outfit for me.” Mineta walks back a few steps and holds his arms out. Your fingers are clumsy as you take it of piece by piece.

Mineta abruptly grabs a fist full of your hair and yanks your head back. You grab his hand with both of yours trying to ease his grip.

“Do you think if you do it slow enough, I’ll get bored and go away?” He pulls harder. “Huh? You really think you’re gonna get out of this don’t you.” He tosses you towards the bed and you scramble to get back on your feet.

The tears in your eyes have started to spill over and you start babbling. “Please let me go Mineta, I don’t know what I did but please pleasejust forgive me kero. I won’t tell anyone about this just please don’t hurt me kero.”

He doesn’t answer you, just finishes taking off his outfit before he is walking towards you again, a vicious gleam in his beady eyes.

You back up until the back of your legs hits the bed. You open your mouth to speak but before you can utter a single word, he slaps you again.

“I told you not to speak unless I told you to once already. Now I’m gonna have to punish you, aren’t I?” He shoves you onto the bed and follows, using his knees to push your legs open he sits up and gives himself a few pumps.” No need to prep you, I want this to hurt.”

You are sobbing at this point, your hands covering your face when you feel him push into you. A scream rips out of your throat and you reach forward to push him away.

“You know Tsu, these meetups have been the best. I’m thinking next time I will find the REAL you and have even more fun.” He closes his eyes a leans his head back, fully immersed in only getting himself off.

To engrossed in his own world, he doesn’t realize that you have gone still. Your tears have stopped, and you have pulled your hands back from him.

DISGUSTING

“Find the real me?”

VILE

You break character, bringing your full consciousness back. You voice is just a whisper at first, so he doesn’t hear you, doesn’t stop thrusting.

FALSE HERO

“Find the REAL me?!” You are screaming at him now.

He finally stops, hearing you the second time. For a second you see fear in his eyes before they fill with rage.

MONSTER

“Hey! You better start doing the job I paid you for, I don’t come here for you to question me.” He lifts his hand up, as if to slap you again. Before his hand comes down you grab it, squeezing until he yelps in pain.

This job is over, he isn’t worth keeping around anymore.

“You think I give a shit about a little piss ant like you?!” As you sit up, he yanks his arm away and pulls out of you. Stumbling back, he starts shaking a finger in your direction.

“You can’t talk to me like that! You’re just a whore!”

You dart forward before he can put more distance between you and grab him by the neck. As you pick him up you snarl and let your quirk fade away.

“I may be a whore but I not a monster like you. You are just a fake hero, a plague on this world and I will get rid of every single one of you.” You throw him onto the ground still holding on to his neck and squeeze.

“In other news, Minoru Mineta also known as the pro hero Grape Juice has gone missing after several videos of him have gone viral. He was last seen leaving a brothel that has requested to remain nameless. The videos contain triggering scenes of the pro hero having relations with a prostitute while she is dressed in various hero suits the resemble his old female classmates. He even refers to them by name. The videos contain triggering images, and it is recommended to not seek them out. The original videos have since been taken down but are reuploaded onto the internet on several other sites. The prostitute shown in the videos has also gone missing. Any information on the whereabouts- “

The T.V. turns off, the voice of the news anchor no longer filling the dimly lit bar. The people present remain silent for a moment before a man with burns all over his body starts to laugh.

“You could have really fucked that up Doll. Good thing we got enough evidence.” You sneer at him, making sure you change your appearance to match your own desire. He flinches when he sees his own face.

“I wish you had cut him! There wasn’t enough blood to keep his appearance up for awfully long!” The young woman with two messy blond buns in her hair twirls a knife around.

“I’m terribly sorry Toga, but I didn’t have anything sharp with me.” You pick at your nails and look over at Kurogiri, who is busy pouring a glass of whiskey for Dabi. “Do I get a break after this one or do you and boss man have another gig for me?”