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leafyaa · 1 year

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Chapter 4.

You groggily wake up with a heavy headache.

Your head was pounding so hard you almost collapsed on the floor as soon as you tried to get out of bed.

'What even happened last night?' Was what you would question yourself. But you didn't remember anything.

Anything but a stranger helping you home.

"Did he ever say his name to me..?" You try to remember but sadly fail.

"Wait a minute.." You quickly searched for your phone and found it in your purse on the kitchen counter.

It was fucking 9 am. And your shift starts at 8:30 am...

You frantically unlock your phone to send a message to your manager but to your surprise he already texted you first.

After you reply back, you put your phone down on the counter and sigh. For the split second when you panicked your headache was gone but now it slowly started to come back again. You slump onto the chair and lay your head on the counter. Expecting to feel the wooden counter, but you instead feel a piece of paper.

You sit up straight again and look confused down at your counter and realize there was a sticky note pasted on it.

'Hey, we need to talk. Text me when you're awake. -06xxxxxxxx'

You were still dazed from your hangover but somehow thought it was Gorou's number because he said you could talk to him.. Right? And then he was probably the one who carried you home?

Whatever the case was, you were going to text the number.

And then the person left you on read.

"So it's.. Gorou..?" You say with a confused expression.

It had to be him right? He was the one who wanted to talk to you after all..

'Whatever.. I should just eat some breakfast..' You think and put your phone on the counter. You make a simple egg and toast for breakfast and carry on with your day. Just cleaning up and doing some chores.

Evening rolls around and it's almost 5 pm. You look at the text message again and start to wonder: what should you wear?

Because you've looked up Uyuu restaurant and it was a pretty expensive place.. It kinda made you wonder what police even make as a salary.

So because of your indecisiveness you decide to text your friends for what to wear!

After choosing your dress and contemplating on wearing the same jacket from last night (you decided to wear it) you leave your house and wait at the bus stop. The ride from Konda village to Inazuma city was pretty far, 30 minutes, but you have taken the bus for the past 5 years so it wasn't much of an issue.

Since summer was approaching that meant that the sun stayed up longer too, so no sign of darkness yet.

The bus itself was pretty quiet. Just you and a few other passengers, presumably to the same destination.

You take out your earphones and phone from your purse and start listening to music, enjoying the calm atmosphere around you.

In an instant, time seems to be passing by quickly and it was already the last bus stop. You and a few others step out the bus, each going separate ways.

You went on your phone to navigate where the restaurant was- which was only a 10 minute walk away.

As you walk into the restaurant you're met with the scent of Inazuman dishes being freshly prepared as well as people loudly chatting.

Everyone was dressed well, even the kids who may or may not unwillingly went. But like really really well dressed while you walk in with a casual dress.

"Miss L/n?" A waiter approaches you with a kind smile.

"A-ah yes, that's me."

"Please follow me to the vip room."

"vip room??" You exclaim in a shock.

"Yes, your husband booked it. Didn't you know?" The waiter chuckles.

"Huh.. No.." You mumble, completely unnoticing the fact that he called Gorou your husband.

"Oh and by the way, next time you come here just enter the other entrance. It's less crowded and only for the VIP guests." The waiter explains, showing you the quiet waiting room with the entrance leading to the other side of the restaurant.

"May I also inform you that he signed for a subscription under your name with his bank account linked to it? It's a yearly subscription for having access to the VIP rooms as well as other extra things we don't offer to normal guests.." He added.

"What??" So many things being explained in 5 minutes- you feel so confused.

"Yeah, he paid it for the next 10 years and everything that you order in those years will be charged under his bank account. Isn't he sweet?"

"Wait what-"

"Anyway, this is the room where you'll be dining. He requested for the room which was the most soundproof one which I wonder what he's planning for you~ It's officially under your and his name for the next 10 years so please enjoy it. If you need anything you can just order it from the tablet, however it seems like he already ordered some of your favorite dishes in advance. Isn't that just heartwarming?" The waiter sighs and looks proudly.

"Is there anything you want to order now? A drink? I can bring it right away then."

The waiter stares at you with a friendly smile while you are in shock, trying to process everything.

"Uhm.. A glass of water please." You mutter and take off your shoes, placing it on the wooden floor before carefully walking on the tatami floor where a large table with two seats were placed.

"Coming right up!" The waiter says, before giving you a chance to ask any questions.

Honestly now that you weren't hungover anymore you feel pretty weirded out by how Gorou arranged everything?

Like you just met him yesterday and he's already treating you like some goddess???

No way that that was logical?

Except... If he has a crush on you??? Wait. A. Fucking. Second.

Sure he was one of the sweetest person you met but what?? This is too much for you- You feel overwhelmed.

In a panic you pull out your phone, about to text Heizou and Sara. Though you immediately stop when the waiter comes with a beautiful glass filled with water.

He had put the glass on a plate with some fruit accompanying it.

"Please enjoy your water, miss."

He said and gently closes the door of the room.

You stare at the expensive looking water. Being intimidated just by thinking of how expensive it could be.

It looked even fancier than the f/f that was placed on the table like what the heck??

You take a sip and somehow are surprised at how clean it tastes. How did it taste different from the water at home??

Honestly you feel kind of weird just sitting here. You feel like you don't belong in this fancy restaurant.

You wait for 15 minutes, feeling kind of annoyed at the fact Gorou still hasn't arrived.

Then another 15 minutes pass by and still no sign. Not even a text.

In frustration you start to call Gorou, feeling super annoyed at this point.

"Hey Y/n! How can I-"

"Where are you??" You interrupt his cheery voice with your very irritated voice.

"Uhh at the station? Why? Do you need something?" Gorou asks, sounding concerned.

"Didn't you tell me to meet you at Uyuu restaurant? You even booked a vip room for us-?? Like what the fuck?" You kind of whisper yell.

"Y/n? What are you talking about? Are you drunk perhaps?"

Now you were even more confused. Was it not Gorou that texted you?

But you named the contact Gorou, right?

"I'll call you back..." You mutter and quickly hang up, looking through your contacts.

And there you find two contacts named Gorou.

You look at the previous conversations and it turns out the number you thought gorou texted you from was just another number.

Basically meaning you were meeting up with a fucking stranger??

You quickly get up and run to grab your shoes, sliding open the Shoji door with a hurry.

The waiter was talking with another waiter and noticed you and waves.

"Hey! Do you need anything?"

"Please tell me the name of the bank account this is registered on!" You request in a frantic state.

"Well, let me check.." The waiter pulls out his phone and scans the qr code on the wall.

"It's Raiden Kunikuzushi."

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Finally we found out that the person who brought you home wasn't Gorou, but it was Kunikuzushi!!

Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

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landrywrites · 10 months

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ethan landry , mrs magic

warnings : no warnings

extra, no ghost face 🫶 high school

summary: just read

ethan landry, a cute boy in your english class that sits behind you. you’ve been crushing on him since middle school, and it’s now mid october, your freshman year and there’s a halloween party coming up and you wanted to ask him out to said halloween party. which was nerve wracking enough but now you wanna ask a boy out ?? and not just any boy, your longtime crush.

although parties weren’t really your thing, your friends agreed to leave early if anyone was overwhelmed. and thus the plan of you asking out the boy you’ve been eyeing for a while came about. your friends had been nothing but supportive, saying how cute you guys would look together making you blush at the thought of being with him.

biting your lip in anxiousness, your head feels dizzy and your palms are sweaty. your friend leans over and nudges you, they whisper into your ear, already knowing what’s going through your head. “it’s now or never y/n/n, or i tell him myself.” they’re taunting you, which makes you give them a glare with no real intent behind it.

you know they’d never do that but it still scares you a little bit. you’ve gone over the conversation 10 times in your head, five times if he accepts and five times if he.. rejects you.. which you were hoping didn’t happen. ( dw it doesn’t happen )

after a few minutes of contemplating you turn around in your seat and tap his desk, he looks up a bit confused but as soon as he sees it’s you he smiles. he assumes you were gonna ask about the assignment since you usually ask him for help ( you never really needed help, you just liked talking to him. ) but what came out of your mouth shocked him.

“do you wanna go to the halloween party.. with me?” you say maybe a little too fast, waiting for his response. he sat there with a dumbfounded look on his face, he blinks a few times before he smiles again, with now a blush on his face. ( he’s kicking his feet rn i promise you )

in his own head he jumping up and down and screaming yes to whatever god was out there. he says as calmly as possible, “yes y/n, id love to go with you.”

you guys end up talking the whole period, working on the assignment together, having a good time before the bell rang. giving him a toothy grin and a small thank you for the help, your friend having already texted the groupchat about this. they were blowing up your phone, making you have to mute the chat.

walking out with your friend beside you before waving goodbye to ethan, he had stayed back to ask the professor something.

“i can’t believe i actually did that!!??!?” you almost yell out. “yeah me neither, never thought you’d have the guts” your friend teases you, making you hit their arm softly

“well, i actually did it.”

, posersays: first time writing on here, and my first one shot on here. this was rushed because i was a little busy but i wanted to write something before i had no ideas left so i hope it’s good :3

#landrywrites #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x female reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #scream vi #scream 6 #ethan landry imagine

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torotoro0 · 2 years

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Enemies? Or....

`~Miles Fairchild x Reader~` {Part 3}

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Summary : Things are getting a tad bit awkward between you two, and not to add, Miles getting a bit romantic there.

A/N: Was part 3 fast enough for my children? YOU AND QUINT WERE BEST FRIENDS BEFORE JUST LIKE MILES AND HIM ITS JUST THAT YOU AND MILES DON'T GET ALONG WELL WITH EACH OTHER UNTIL NOW.

Your Pov

As of what happened last night.... we don't talk about that, sure; Kate was aghast of me getting lost, and Miles picking me up rescuing me, considering I got lost.

However all that doesn't matter now, all that matters is I am laying down on my bed having the best morning of my short life.

!Ba-dum, Ba-dum!

I hastily get up and hit my head on the head board, whilst my hair getting stuck at the zipper of the pillows "well, it was only the best whole 10 minutes of my short lived-life" before that buffoon made a commotion, I thought as I roll my eyes while I arise from the mattress.

I proceed to walk to Miles' room, "knock, knock" I muttered "Come in" Miles replied in a raspy morning voice.

"Can you turn your loud crappy music off?" I blurted

"No" he nonchalantly answered

"There's still people sleeping and include me there but your crappy music woke me up, come on turn it off" I beg since I'm still too sleepy to argue.

"No" he taunted

"fine" I shrugged.

I go back to my room to get dressed, seeing you can't stop him in any ways my crappy brain can think of. I dressed myself in my usual "stay-at-home-all-day" attire. I proceeded to head downstairs since the smell of Eggos and toast makes me go nuts.

"Morning Y/N, did you sleep well last night?" Kate chimed

"Good morning Y/N!" Flora beamed, even early morning she is nonetheless full of energy. I wonder if I was also this energetic before.

"Good morning" I yawn,

"Oh darling, can you call miles for breakfast?" Mrs. Grose asked

"sure... I'll go" even if I hate his guts, that's all I can do to repay Mrs. Grose's kindness to me, I approach the stairs while stretching my body.

I soon arrive at miles' room,

The door is open?, it was a little open but was enough for me to see half of the room.

"Mile-", he opens the door from the bathroom half naked, water dripping down his stomach, towel wrapped around his bottom wet, the water on his hair dripping on the carpet.

"shit!" I murmur as I move aside trying to work out what the heck I just saw. He is fucking naked!

Then after 2 minutes the door opens revealing Miles, now dressed up in sweater and pants.

"What do you want?" he questioned

"were you the one who opened the door?" he added

"U-uhm, no! It was already open by the time I got here! and I was here to let you know Mrs. Grose called you down for breakfast!" I blurted, why would he think I was the one who opened it?.

"What are you so worked about? I was only asking a question" he shrugged and went downstairs, I was left there speechless.

After a moment of contemplating my life choices I went downstairs.

"Y/N what took you so long! I saved these eggos for you because miles said he would eat it all up if you won't be down here!" Flora exclaimed.

"Oh- thank you so much flora" I replied as I sit down to the seat far away form miles.

"So, uhm, Kate can I still teach you how to ride horses?" Miles questioned

"Of course, I'd love that" Kate replied

"Can me and Y/N come too please please?" Flora looks at her brother dearly.

"Fine, you guys can go, BUT if SOMEONE here won't intrude my lesson with horse riding" was that meant for me?!, I glare at him.

{LONG PERIOD OF SILENCE}

"Let's go after breakfast I guess?" Kate broke the ice, "Sure!" I exclaimed as I chomp on my Eggo.

Me and Flora are now sitting down on the stairs observing miles and Kates's lesson.

"Bring her in hard" Miles said as he whips the Delila.

Poor horse, if i was her I'd kick Miles' butt that it makes him fly to mars.

"Well done" He compliments her "You don't have to keep whipping her" Kate blurted.

"Yes I did" Miles began "you wanted to learn, and that's how Quint taught me" he added.

I roll my eyes "That's not how Quint taught me though" I concluded, "He said you have to make a bond with your horse for it to listen to you, strong or not" I added.

"Quint taught me a different lesson than you, he taught you that because your too weak for what he teaches me" He shrugs as I sit there in annoyance.

"Miles I'm bored!, can we do something else now?" Flora complained, "What do you wanna do?" He replied.

"Can we show Kate the Koi pond?" she suggested

"Oh yes! the koi pond!" I beamed.

"Its floras favorite part of the garden" he looked at kate "Let's check it out".

Miles and Flora ride Samson while me and Kate ride Delila and of course, I drive her. We arrive at the koi pond, I went down and ran to where Flora and Miles were.

{TIME SKIP TO THE KOI POND}

"Shit! LOOK!" I pointed to where the crow was eating a fish

"STOP!" flora cried out at the crow

"Get the hell off of her!" miles yelled.He looked at the fish for a moment then-

!STOMP!

We three looked flabbergasted with what miles just did, he stomped on the fish mercilessly.

"Miles!" Kate looked at him "What are you doing?!" she looked so horrified.

"Nothing should have to suffer" Miles replied and then he walked away.

{T I M E S K I P to the next morning}

I wake due to the commotion downstairs.

"Maybe we could go to town and buy a new Koi fish?" I heard Kate asking as I enter the room.

"Morning Y/N!" flora as always excitedly beamed,

"Morning guys" I replied

"Y/N, Do you wanna go with us to town?" Kate turned to me

"uhm, sure why not" I agreed, no one wants to mope around this house always ya know.

"I- I don't want to" Flora disagreed

"You know flora doesn't leave the property" Mrs. Grose warned

"You don't have to go darling" Flora smiled.

"Miles and Y/N can come with you" She suggested.

"What if I ask my special friend huh?" Miles chimed in

"Want me to try? he looks at flora then to the mirror

"Will you keep me and flora safe?" he asked "You will?" gosh he just answered for himself

"Kate and Y/N too?" Flora looks at Miles.

"And them too?" wow what a good actor he is, I roll my eyes

"Really?" he turned to flora "He says you have nothing to worry about" he smiles.

"Well- ok let's go!" Flora excitedly yelled.

We proceed to go in the car, and I sat in the back with Flora.

{Time skip to where you guys are almost at the gate}

"Please stop I don't wanna go" flora complained as we approach the gate

"Oh, no honey were almost at the gate we'll be fine" Kate consoled

"I don't wanna go! stop!" flora yelled as she unbuckles her seat belt and trying to open the door.

"please stay in your seat flora" Kate ordered

"Kate stop the car" I demanded.

"Miles tell her to stop or I will die!" Flora cried out.

"Stop the car" Miles looked at Kate, "Y/N I don't wanna die!".

"KATE STOP THE CAR!" I yelled, the child has already cried but this bitch still won't stop?!,

"STOP THE CAR OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Miles retorted

Kate stops the car, he opens the door and flora gets out, I follow her to where she was going.

Miles Pov

I open the door so Flora could get out and Y/N followed her, along with me getting out last.

As Kate open the door I slam it against her face.

"I know what your afraid of, keeping the lights on won't keep you safe" I taunted and with that I went after Flora. (boy why won't you include Y/N in your sentence🙄)

I arrive at the sight of Flora and Y/N feeding Delila apples, I lean unto the stable of Delila.

"Are you okay Flora?" I question.

"I'm fine, but Kate really scared me awhile ago though" She murmured.

{After some time...}

Flora?" Kate calls her.

"Leave her alone" Y/N replied without looking back "Flora can you look at me-".

"She doesn't want to talk to you" I block her way. "You terrified her" I cautioned.

"Where'd they find her anyways?" Y/N announced looking at her.

"You know you need to stop talking to me like that" she approach Y/N.

"Your not our mother, your not our family, So stop pretending to be" I retorted

"... And you can't talk to Y/N like that" I look at her full of hate.

"[scoff] I'm leaving" she says turning around.

"Yeah, go ahead and leave" I went on "Leave just like everyone else", she runs out and our gazes follow her"

A/N: was this chapter enough for you children?👍‍

#miles x reader #miles fairchild x reader #miles fairchild #the turning #finn wolfhard #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things season 4 #max mayfield #flora fairchild #Finn #mrs.grose #boris pavlikovsky #boris pavlikovsky x reader #mike wheeler x reader #fairchild x reader

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trashheappro · 8 months

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Ch: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6

Sides: 1, 2, 2.5, 3

Sequel: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 14.5, 15, 16

Alt-Sequel: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

Crypto usually wasn’t fond of Elliot’s parties, but he needed an excuse to get his mind off a certain someone, and what better way to do that then alcohol. They were in the compound’s lounge. Everyone was dressed relatively casually, even he forgone the comfort of his jacket for just a t-shirt and jeans. Nearly everyone was here with the constant exception of Revenant; even Caustic was here, occasionally chatting with Wattson and Wraith.

It took a while, but he has now realized that Caustic was Alexander Nox, Mystik’s biological son and technically his stepbrother. He had to contemplate even telling Mystik, if she even knew her mass-murdering son was even alive. Crypto always thought there was something off about him.

But that was a problem for another day. He could only manage one emotionally heavy thing at a time.

Crypto just wanted to bask the nice corner he found himself and the chattering from his fellow Legends in front of him. Elliot occasionally came over to sit with him, but he was so busy running around talking and mixing drinks that his visits became few and far between.

He had only finished half a bottle of peach soju so far. He didn’t like drinking all that much; the thought of lacking inhibitions, being unable to clearly thinking things through, of reacting slower, wasn’t appealing. But with how he was feeling lately, he wanted his sobriety to leave him sooner rather than later. Maybe he should get one of those fruity cocktails; Octane was already drunk off his ass and he only had two.

He scrolled through his phone, going through messages with his contacts. He was barely tipsy and was sober enough to think coherently. Should he be working while at a party? No, but he didn’t want to sit with Natalie and Wraith if Caustic was going to be sitting with them.

“Hey, man!” Elliot slid next to him on the couch and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Get off your phone, enjoy the party!”

“You know I don’t like parties. You’re lucky I’m here at all.”

“Come on, Hyeon, don’t be like that.” His hand squeezed Crypto’s shoulder reassuringly. “You want something else to drink? Maybe something to eat?”

Crypto contemplated. “Maybe another bottle and a snack.”

Elliot patted his back. “Comin’ right up.”

Crypto rubbed his tired eyes and leaned back in his seat. Maybe he should have gone to sleep, but he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts. Ugh, he was acting like a heartbroken teen. He should be better than this.

“I thought you’d be sleeping by now,” Loba said, sauntering over to him. “You look absolutely exhausted.”

“I am,” he sighed. “I should sleep, but Elliot insisted.”

“That’s never stopped you before.” She sat down next to him.

He chuckled. “I suppose I’m feeling particularly weak today.”

“Having trouble sleeping?”

He scoffed. “Always.”

Loba smirked. “I have a friend like that, always working past his bedtime.”

Ah, yes, her little hacker friend. Jaime’s ability was… average, not nearly as good as he or Mila was, but it was still commendable especially considering the man actually had a decent social life.

Crypto sighed. “It could be worse. If I weren’t participating in the Games, I’d have a more erratic schedule.”

“Do you want something to help you sleep?” Loba asked. “I could get something to help with that.”

Ever the blackmarket dealer. The Games did very little to change a person and their work. He was still a hacker, Ajay was still a medic, Natalie was still an engineer, Alexander was still a chemist, Horizon was still a scientist. He could go on.

“My sleep itself is fine,” he said. “I just need to actually get myself to bed.” Revenant used to help him with that. “I don’t suppose you could get me a good deal on a clock; one that can forcible make me aware of the time.”

“Knowing you, you’d just brush if off and say ‘5 more minutes’,” she snickered.

“Am I that easy to read?”

“I just know your type.”

He didn’t like the double entendre, even if she didn’t mean it that way. He poured himself a glass of soju and downed it. How much longer until he really started to feel the alcohol? Mila always said he had a naturally good tolerance considering he never really drunk unless it was with her. He should have asked Elliot for a stronger drink.

Speaking of…

Elliot placed a new bottle of soju in front of him and a bowl of chips and dip.

“Thank you,” Crypto said, immediately cracking the bottle open.

“You’re very welcome. And anything for the fine lady?”

“Just my usual.” She watched him leave to mix her drink. “He’s like a puppy,” she whispered.

Crypto snorted. The door opened. He froze. Everyone who would come to Elliot’s party was here. No one left to use the bathroom. Tension squeezed his shoulders. He couldn’t deal with anything Revenant would do right now. He couldn’t…

Kubin Blisk entered the room.

Crypto almost breathed a sigh of relief before sucking it back in. Hatred roiled in his gut. How low he had fallen that the sight of a Syndicate higherup brought so much less anxiety than the thought of dealing with Revenant that it felt like relief.

The room grew silent as they realized their Game Master was in the room, as well as another unfamiliar face; an older man missing an eye and had a prosthetic arm. “Hello, Legends,” Kuben greeted. “I thought now would be a good time to introduce you all. This is Walter Fitzroy. He’s going to be our next Legend.”

This far in advance? Horizon was only just introduced to them about one month before the new season started. There was still three months until the next one. Perhaps there was a deal that guaranteed his entry into the Games.

“To celebrate Salvo becoming the seventh planet to join the Syndicate Alliance, Mr. Fitzroy will be joining us next season,” Kuben continued.

Crypto’s skill of always being right was both a blessing and a curse. Of course, he knew ahead of time that Salvo would be joining Syndicate space. It had been in the Syndicate’s internal talk for a while now and it wasn’t a surprise to him; quite frankly it was only a matter of time; it was the closest unruled planet.

“Mingle,” Kuben said, turning back to the door. “Get to know him. We’ll be holding an official welcoming party at a later date.” He left, leaving Fitzroy to grin as he scanned the room, making his way over the Natalie and Renee first.

Well, he had a name. He pulled out his phone and looked it up. Walter Fitzroy, previously part of the largest mercenary group on Salvo; explains why the Syndicate chose him. Joined cage fights at the ripe age of 51 and maintained an impressive win streak of 21.

Loba gave him a few minutes before nudging him. “What do you have?”

Crypto rolled his eyes. “What makes you think I have anything? He only just entered the room.”

She grinned. “Because I know your type.”

He huffed. “Don’t underestimate him.”

“Hmm. That good, huh?” She ate a chip.

“Well, not bad.” He scrolled. “Not like They would let him join just because of connections.” He also ate, would be a shame to let Elliot’s kindness go to waste.

“I suppose not.” She chuckled. “We do pretty well on a team, even if we don’t really like to get our hands dirty.”

He glanced back down at his phone, staring at Fitzroy’s stats. “I get the feeling he does.”

Elliot jogged over to them with a tray full of drinks. He placed Loba’s drink on the table. “Dude, the new guy can drink. Chugged a bottle right off the bat and just ordered a round for the table.”

Good at drinking. Maybe alcoholic. Crypto kept a mental note. He poured himself another glass and sipped at it. Gathering information was comfortable. He was in his element.

“Sounds like someone knows how to party,” Loba said, sipping at her drink.

“Try to remember you’re not at work, Elliot,” Crypto said. “People can get their own drinks.”

Elliot scoffed. “Says the guy who ordered two drinks and a snack.”

He smirked. “Because I’m special.”

“A special kind of asshole.”

“Hello, pups. Walter ‘Fuse’ Fitzroy at your service.”

So, it was their turn to be greeted. Crypto scanned over Fitzroy carefully. There was a long scar going over his left eye, the brunt of it hidden behind the gold eyepatch. His whole arm seemed to be a prosthetic.

Loba smiled. “Loba Andrade.”

Fitzroy tipped his head in respect. “An absolute honor to make your acquaintance, Ms. Andrade.”

She chuckled. “Please, call me Loba.”

“What’s are you doin’ in a corner like this? A fine lady like yourself deserves to be the center of attention.”

Crypto didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cringe more. He got the feeling Loba was feeling the same way. Instead, she laughed, playing it off. She was a better actor than he. “I was just talking to my friend. He’s a little shy.”

Elliot rolled his eyes. “Are you joking?” Elliot asked. “This guy is not shy! He’s a brat and a bully!”

Crypto scoffed. “Really? Brat? Bully? Are you 12?”

“You see what I mean!”

Fitzroy laughed. “Well, aren’t you an entertaining bunch.” He sat next to Loba and started chatting her up.

“Elliot, I’ll take my drink here.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Alright.” Elliot placed his drinks on the table and left.

Crypto barely paid attention to their conversation. After a few minutes it became evident that Fitzroy’s only concern was attempting to woo Loba. He kept scrolling on his phone, reading up on records of Fitzroy’s, official or otherwise. Seems like he was an old friend with a Salvonian warlord if these forums were to be believed, and those images didn’t seem to be doctored.

The light chattering didn’t bother him too much, but he didn’t pick this corner of the lounge to have people gather. It would be too rude to shoo them away too. He just sipped his drink and ate his chips. Elliot passed by with more drinks when he noticed his bottle getting low. His phone wasn’t enough. Not enough screens. He’d rather be at his setup back at his apartment. Or even his room at the compound, but then Revenant…

Loba stood and scooted past Fitzroy. “Well, I don’t like being tied down.” She winked at them. “If you’ll excuse me.”

He waved bye as she left. Before he could look back down, Fitzroy spoke. “A beaut that one is, eh?” Crass.

Crypto hummed an affirmative and went back to his phone. He predicted Fitzroy would leave once he realized Crypto was not interested in conversation. That was not the case.

“We haven’t been properly introduced.”

“You can call me Crypto.”

“Well, that’s not very friendly.” Fitzroy smiled at him. “I’d like for us to be friends.”

Crypto raised a brow. Fine, he’d humor him. “Hyeon Kim.”

“Lovely name. Walter Fitzroy.”

“I know.” He wasn’t really in the mood to socialize, but now would be a good time to get a feel for the guy. Now that Salvo was under Syndicate control, how loyal was he to them?

Without Loba sitting in between them, Crypto got a good look at Fitzroy’s arm. A high-end prosthetic, a familiar looking model. If he remembered correctly, they were mainly used by demolitionists.

Fitzroy winked at him. “See something you like?”

Crypto raised an unimpressed brow. So, this was how it was going to be. He made a mental note. An indiscriminate flirt, throwing his charm around and seeing where it stuck.

“Your prosthetic. What’s it for?”

He chuckled. “Besides the obvious? Helps me launch my ‘nades farther and with better accuracy.”

“Hm. Just that?” It was very specific; a niche use that meant the man had a very specific fighting style or he could swap it out.

“I reckon I could lift you with it.” He added a wink which had Crypto deflating.

Really? Was this an older way of flirting? Because it was not going to work. Did he flirt like this with everyone? He rolled his eyes. “What are you even in the Games for?” Ah, he hadn’t meant for that last question to come out. Perhaps he was a little drunker than he thought. How many bottles did he have?

“Just a bit of fun, cause a little bit of mayhem.”

“Plenty of other ways to have fun.”

“You seem like an uptight kinda fella.” Fitzroy inched a bit closer. “I could help loosen you up.”

Crypto’s cheeks heated up. He briefly imagined fingers opening him up, long, cold, metal and a rumbling voice sending vibrations to his core. Warmth pooled in his gut. Damn, he was down bad.

Fitzroy took his flushed skin as something that worked in his favor, placing a hand on his thigh. “We could go back to my room for a coldie or two?”

Crypto stared at him incredulously. “You’re easy, aren’t you?” Oh, that was rude. He was definitely drunk.

“You make that sound like a bad thing.” He grinned, putting his hands up in surrender. “Look I’m always looking for a good time and it would be nice if I could share that with you.”

“I’ll have to decline.”

“Suit yourself, but you know where to find me if you ever change your mind,” he winked and got up from the table.

Yeah, Crypto and everyone else in the room. It was a vulgar, frankly disgusting, offer. One that he couldn’t help but consider. He had just been so wrapped up in his emotions, it would be nice to just… escape it for just a bit. It would be nice to have some fun. That was what his fling with Revenant was supposed to be. Fun… He downed his glass and waved Elliot over.

His friend jogged over with a worried expression. “Heyyy! You doing ok over here? Looking a little pink there.”

“Get me something stronger,” he said. “And make sure it’s actually nice to drink.” He’d rather not drink a bitter hard liquor.

“Ok, rude. What happened to me not actually being at work?”

“Be a good host to me then.”

Elliot chuckled. “Finally getting into party mode?”

“Sitting alone in the corner of the room? Yeah, I’m life of the party,” he snarled.

“Good to know you still got some bite.” He turned around and disappeared into the kitchen. When he returned, he came back with an additional unrequested order. Fries. Elliot put them in front of him. “I added some pizzaz for you.” And by pizzaz, he meant cheese, bacon, and a creamy sauce on top.

Elliot knew exactly what to get to make a drunk’s mouth water.

Crypto ate one and held back a moan. “You are amazing.”

Elliot giggled and exaggeratedly flipped his hair. “I know.” He sat next to him.

“Now, I’m only going to give you this drink if you agree to sleep at the compound tonight. I am not letting you go back to the city yourself like this.”

“You are horrible,” he pouted. “You know why I don’t like staying here. And I’m not that drunk.” He was.

Elliot saw right through him. “Drunk enough that you complimented me.”

“Because you make nice drinks.”

“Dude, I only served you bottled soju.”

Crypto nodded. “I like soju.” He reached for the drink.

Elliot kept it out of reach. “You’re going to sleep in your room here, yeah?”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. Gimme.” He grabbed it when it was within reach. He took a sip of the cocktail; sweet, and he couldn’t taste the alcohol. Dangerous.

Elliot scoffed. “Alright, man. Know anything about the new guy yet?”

“Why does everyone assume that?”

“Because it’s you.”

Crypto huffed. “Strong fighter despite his old age. Flagrant flirt.”

“Oh yeah, I think that guy hit on damn near everyone in the room.”

He chuckled. “Anyone bite?”

“Not from the looks of it, but you know how it is, most of us don’t like others in our business.”

He hummed in agreement, eating more fries.

He and Elliot chatted about nothing in particular, letting the alcohol warm their bellies. They giggled over light gossip, shared snacks, and browsed his phone. He was beginning to feel tired; he got a little too drunk too early. And he felt bad for keeping Elliot from mingling. There were much more entertaining people at the party then him.

“I’m going to turn in for the night,” Crypto said.

Elliot nodded. “Alright, want me to walk with you?”

He waved him off. “I’m drunk, not a child.”

“Go straight to your room, ok?” he said in a mockingly motherly tone.

Crypto rolled his eyes and got up, he wobbled for just a bit. “Yeah. Yeah. Whatever.” Elliot got up and very kindly saw him off at the door. He trudged to the elevator and pressed the button for the Legend quarters.

He was shocked to see Fitzroy up here, putting away boxes. He thought the man was still in the longue mingling. Fitzroy waved to him. He waved back.

“Leaving the party so soon?” Fitzroy asked.

“I could say the same.”

“Well, I have an early day tomorrow and I haven’t settled in yet.”

“Mm.” Crypto approached, leaning a shoulder against the wall and watched Fitzroy move boxes into his room. He did so easily, his flesh arm flexing. Looks like the metal arm wasn’t his only strong one.

Crypto’s eyes lingered more on the metal arm than the flesh. It was easy to imagine them pinning him to the bed. And even easier to imagine different metal arms pinning him to the bed.

Fitzroy chuckled. “You going to help or what?”

“I think I’m too inebriated for that.”

“Then? You want to just watch me unpack?”

He shrugged. “Have anything interesting?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Fitzroy ogled.

He contemplated if fucking Fitzroy would help him get his mind off of Revenant or not. “Give up. You can’t keep up with me, old man.”

“Yeah? Wanna bet?”

“I don’t bet. Betting implies uncertain odds and I always know.” Well, not fucking him certainly wasn’t going to help. If Fitzroy’s dick was good enough, he’d at least get a few minutes of bliss.

“How about you show me how certain you are.” Fitzroy kicked his last box into his room.

“I could,” he contemplated, then frowned. “But I shouldn’t. I have a nasty ex.”

“You said it yourself, they’re an ex, don’t worry about them.” He stepped forward, placing a hand on Crypto’s waist. “Let ol’ Fusey get your mind of ‘em.”

“He might kill you in your sleep if he found out.” Crypto shook his head. “He’d actually kill you in a room full of people if that was the soonest he could get to you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“He’s literally an assassin.” He looked around, the sudden concern of Revenant seeing this and ripping Fitzroy’s head off becoming more real. No one was in the hall.

“I’ve had a few of those after me before.”

Crypto contemplated. Was it worth it? Well, what did he care? He rolled his eyes and grabbed the collar of Fitzroy’s shirt. “Your funeral.” He pulled them into Fitzroy’s room and pressed him up against the wall. “If you value your life, you will value discretion, understood?”

“Absolutely.” He pulled Crypto’s hips closer.

Crypto allowed it. “You will not initiate again. This will not become a regular thing.”

“Fine by me.”

Revenant better not find out, otherwise they both might just die. Crypto shut the door and pushed Fitzroy onto the bed, straddling his waist. “I’m gonna wring you dry, old man.”

#cryprev #crypto/revenant #trashtexts #5+1 tsundere

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survey--s · 2 years

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Have you ever skipped class before? Yeah, a few times in school and quite often at university. Are you a regular school skipper? I wouldn’t say it was regular, but I had severe depression at university and I couldn’t physically get myself up and out of bed on time. I managed to pass everything just fine though. Do you want a different cell phone, besides your own? Nah, mine is fine. Do you have any Pay-per-View channels? No. Do you tend to apologize first? Nope, I’m absolutely rubbish at apologising and admitting I’m wrong. What is your most favorite school subject? I liked history and English.

Who, in your life, makes you feel discouraged? Nobody. I mean, as an adult, why would you choose to surround yourself with people who make you feel that way?

Do you attend church regularly or follow a certain religion? No, I’ve never been religious. Which store do you buy most of your clothes from? FatFace, George, Tu. Are you the kind of person who always looks for sales? Sure, I pretty much buy everything in sales these days unless it’s urgent and I can’t wait. When was the last time you went bowling? Whenever we went to Blackpool - it must be nearly six years ago now. I won though, haha. Do you ever suspect your significant other of lying to you? No. Are you expected to help fix Thanksgiving dinner? We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving here. Is there anything bothering you right now? My left ear is itchy and I need to clean my glasses. Would you like to talk to someone about it? Nah, it’s really nothing important lol. Do you live by any major bodies of water? Yeah, we’re not even five minutes from the ocean. Do you know the difference between latitude and longitude? Yes. Do you tend to make the first move in a relationship? It’s probably been about 50/50 over the years. What color are your bedroom walls painted? A really pale purple but they need repainting. What is your favorite item in your bedroom? My bed, though that needs replacing too lol. If you could have anything in the world right now, what would it be? An unlimited supply of money. Do you ever watch children's movies and shows? If so, which movie or show is your favorite? I still love Disney movies - especially Alice in Wonderland. Do you spend a lot of time with family? Not a lot of time, but I’d say a fair amount.

What is one of your biggest pet peeves? Drivers who don’t indicate. Have you ever contemplated suicide? Yeah. When was the last time you had your favorite food? Uh, I haven’t had steak in a while but I had pizza a couple of weeks ago and I’m also planning to have pizza for lunch today. How many times have you been to Disney World, if any? I’ve only been to Disneyland Paris and tbh it was a bit of a let-down. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes? No. Does your birth name mean anything in another language or sense? I have absolutely no idea. What is your favorite pair of shoes? I don’t really have a favourite, it depends on what I’ll be doing. What holiday is coming up next? Halloween. How many times a day would you say you go to the bathroom? It depends on the day. Anything between maybe 4-10 times. Do you spend more time watching television or on the internet? On the internet, but if I’m home, I normally have something playing on the TV too. I just don’t like sitting in silence. Do you have a Tumblr? If so, how often are you on it? Well, obviously lol. I probably get on here 2-3 times a week on average, but some weeks it’s daily and other days it’s not at all. Do you get offended if people use your quotes? Wny would anyone be quoting me? lol. Would you say you're a completely original person? I don’t think anyone is completely original. Have you ever been really obsessed with a fictional character? Not really. What was the best birthday you've ever had? My 21st was pretty great. When did you last go to the dentist? December last year. Do you trust your best friend? Of course, otherwise he wouldn’t be my best friend. Do you tan easily or not so much? Hmm, I do get some colour but I’d have to spend all day, everyday outside for a good period of time to get a decent tan. Around here, we only seem to get that weather for a few days in a row though. Would you say you have a great sense of style, or not so much? No, but I have no interest in style really. What is your favorite desert? Tiramisu, cheesecake, donuts, churros. When, if at all, do you plan on having children? I don’t want children. I’m too selfish/lazy for that kind of commitment. Does it bother you when people type in all caps? Yeah, I guess so? Have you ever been on a train? Loads of times. I didn’t drive as a student and mostly got around by train or bus, or tram when I lived in the cities. Why did you last cry? I can’t remember the last time I cried? Maybe when I fell off Stanley. I wasn’t in pain so much as shocked lol. Did the person who hurt you last, apologize to you for what they did? I can’t remember who that was. What is your original hair color? Dark brown. Do you think you have a good singing voice, personally? I know full-well that I can’t sing lol. What have you been stereotyped as before? Nerd. Have you ever been called a good kisser? Yeah, pretty much everyone I’ve ever kissed has told me that. Have you ever tried sleeping on a futon? Yeah, I had a futon in my room when I was a teenager. It was mostly used by my friends for sleepovers but I used it a few times. It wasn’t very comfortable lol. What is your favorite fruit? Favorite vegetable? Raspberries, blackberries, pineapple. Potatoes, sweet potatoes, aubergines. Would you say you're more outgoing than kept to yourself? I definitely tend to keep to myself, for the most part. What time did you wake up this morning and why? The dog woke me up whining around 6.45am.

#survey #surveys

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dienamights · 3 years

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Ex’s and O’s | K.Bakugou

» Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader.

» Word count: 6.7K

» Genre: hurt/comfort, Smut MDNI, Prohero!au

» Summary: Its bad enough that you’re spending your ex-boyfriend’s birthday curled up in bed, wearing his merch, drinking away your sorrows, but what’s even worse is having your eardrums pierced by the blaring music upstairs at the party thrown just for him.

» Warning(s): Smut 18+ MDNI please, hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol, dubcon since reader is under the influence while getting dicked down, drunk sex, oral sex and fingering (female receiving, we getting fed tonight), one pussy slap lol, manipulation, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

» Author’s notes: Hello! aaaah I’m actually pretty excited about posting this fic! First of all, its Bakuhoe’s birthday! and what better way to honor it than to feed you all some good ol angst sprinkled in with some good dickin’ down. Its been years since I’ve written smut and I’m actually really fuckin proud of it, yet real nervous but I hope you enjoy! Secondly, this fic is a part of Bakugous Birthday Bash! I’m so excited to read everyone’s work, thank you everyone for holding this event and allowing my ass participate to create this with you all ♡ be sure to read everyone’s contributions, I know it’ll be more than amazing since everyone worked so hard!

Happy Birthday to our favorite King Explosion Murder♡♡

Lastly, I wanna thank everyone for their support and helping me reach 200 followers already! You guys are the cutest thing ever and I promise I’ll update more frequent the minute I’m out of uni late june fml, thank you @tteokdoroki for giggling with me when i wrote cock for the first time lol

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Rolling out of bed and flailing onto the floor as a start of your day ensures you that the following 24 hours will ultimately suck ass. Getting up and readying yourself for the day by looking through one of your cardboard boxes for your favorite Dynamight hoodie, the back of your mind keeps nagging you, trying to remind you of something buried deep in your subconsciousness, and you have half a heart to try and remember, because for some odd reason, you feel so fucking weary, as if the few steps from your bed to your bathroom are somehow now endless miles, almost making you breathe out in relief after finally reaching it.

And as you are making your coffee, that odd feeling keeps annoying you again, prodding at your brain to remember something, something. And ultimately, that's when your eyes fall to the counter. You knew this day was coming and you were dreading it for months, so as you look at the calendar on your kitchen counter, you frown, the quote of the day you always love reading so much long forgotten when your eyes fall on the date.

“You’ve gotta be kiddin' me.” You mumble at the calendar on your counter hatefully with furrowed eyebrows, as if it would either reply or change its date, it doesn’t do either, and your lips curl downwards even further. As in immediate response, you pick up your phone, your coffee pot tossed aside as you dial the number of the only person you could think might help you right now.

“G’morning y/n -” you hear Kendo’s voice through your phone, and you honestly want to sob right then and there, but you hold yourself, barely and speak over her overly cheery voice first thing in the goddamn morning. “It's Kats- Bakugou’s birthday” you whimper at the slip up, being so used to the first name basis you were in with your now ex-boyfriend.

“Yeah, was kinda hoping you would’ve forgotten.” She sighs, tugging at her bangs and pulling back her phone to check the time. “Tell you what, I get off work in an hour, then I’m spending the day with you. I’ll get tequila, I know you love your shots.”

“Ken, it's like 10 right now..” you can’t help but pout, having alcohol in your system as an escape to help you forget about the entire day still sounding better than the urge to cry and crawl into a hole, even if it's at the start of your day. “Y'know what? Get those gummy worms I like too.” “Bet.” you hang up with a sigh, moving back to the kitchen to sift through your bubble wrapped kitchen utensils, barely forcing yourself to prepare breakfast as to not have your liquor on an empty stomach.

You loathe the fact that you remembered his birthday, always reminded of him no matter how long ago since you’ve last seen him, being the center of the media’s attention for years as the number 6 hero in japan has its perks, well, in his case, but to you? Nothing but trouble and heartache as every channel you flip through plasters his face, whether it be about some big rescue mission he partook in or a new rumor about a potential lover to the explosive hero, followed by him almost attacking a reporter, yelling to them about ‘needing to mind yer goddamn business and keep my fuckin’ name outta your mouths’. Therefore, you opted long ago to stay away from the TV to avoid seeing him, his captivating rubies for eyes, covered by that goddamn mask you like to push up to his forehead, sweeping his bangs away and exposing his sweaty forehead that he bumps against yours as he makes love to you, still in his hero costume, all battered and dusty and so incredibly hot you have to-

You grip your coffee mug tighter, almost to the point of breaking the handle off of it, placing it rather roughly onto the table before pushing your food away, appetite gone with the thought of whatever paradise you were thinking you were in before now long gone and never coming back, all because of you, of your action, of your mistake.

Kendo walks in with a bright smile on her face, as if her overly cheerful attitude will balance out the void you’re slowly but surely falling in. She shakes the bag of snacks in your face as you blink your eyes back into focus. Dragging your heavy feet across the floor to get to your kitchen to retrieve the shot glasses. Only kissing her cheek in thanks when you snatch away whatever it is she brought with her to lift your mood.

She eyes the boxes by your kitchen, the four placed haphazardly in your living room and the one you're using as a stool while filling your shot glasses, tongue sticking out to try and fill each one to the brim without spilling any on the new coffee table that she failed to notice before is still wrapped in bubble wrap that prevent any damage during the moving process.

“y/n…” you hum in response, a frown falling on your lips as the third glass spills a bit and the liquid pools on the plastic.

“Don't you think that you should’ve probably unpacked a while ago? Hasn't it been, what, five months?”

“I didn't know you were gonna come here to harass me about my life choices, Kendo”

She flinches away, your tone venomous, almost feeling it as a slap to her face, before leaning in when she sees your eyes start to water.

“If I did, that just means it's true… that just means it happened, and I did the stupidest thing- you know what,” you wipe the few tears that managed to escape away with the sleeve of your sweater, looking down at the shots in front of you. “It, it doesn't matter anymore just- can I just drink and try to forget about how my life has gotten nothing but fucking worse since the day I left him?”

You questioned your worth that one time, that one time all those months ago. Thinking that by doing what you did and leaving, he’d drop everything and run behind you, chase after you and win you back, but he didn't, and as you sit surrounded by the evidence of how much of a failure you find out you are without him, you regret ever questioning it, ever questioning him. Because to you, living in denial was so much better than whatever hell this is.

So all you could think of is to just drown yourself in alcohol until your mind is too numb to think of the possibilities of how you could have avoided this, how you could’ve been a less of shitty person, and stop imagining how your life would be now if you just swallowed all your insecurities and just stayed. Despite the neglect, despite not being prioritized, because in some weird twisted way, those lies held you with warmth that you were never able to find after uncovering the ugly truth you’re living in right now.

You lay on your living room floor, the alcohol swirling in your system and clouding your vision as you trace imaginary shapes in your ceiling, the voice of Kendo muffled as she rambles on and on about her day, the amount of outlaws she bitch slapped - a term she uses to get a laugh from you - and how she considers herself the unluckiest being in the whole world for having Monoma as a partner of all people, seriously contemplating who she should beat up first between him and the villains.

“Must be nice,” you voice, low and slow, scared of how Kendo would react to what you’re about to say, yet your intoxicated self unable to stop your mouth from uttering the words. “To have a purpose in life, to not be quirkless and lost like us.” your face twists in an ugly scowl at your ceiling, but mostly to yourself for putting a downer on whatever mood your friend is trying so hard to build, proven by the hitch of her breath before she enters your peripheral vision when she leans over you, all upside down and pouty.

“What’re you talki-” the shrill ringtone of her phone breaks you away from each other as she leaps to fetch it and silence the god forsaken thing by answering the call. “Battle Fist here, yes sir, I was partnered up with Phantom Thief for the patrol at area B, n-no sir I wasn’t informed.” Kendo breaths out in irritation, pinching the bridge of her nose as she starts tapping her feet aggressively on the floor, eyes falling onto yours when you look up at her all weary and sad, knowing what she would tell you once she hangs up. “That dumbass is gonna be the end of me I swear.” She crouches down to your level and kisses your forehead, promising to be back in the morning with hangover food, before she leaves and locks the door behind her.

Now you’re left all alone, back aching from laying on the hardwood floor and eyes watering as you feel your loneliness eating you up inside, the god awful music thumbing loudly in your ears followed by the cheer of people as you-

Music?

You sit up abruptly, groaning at the dizziness of the swift movement as your hands fly to cover your ears, a failed attempt of ensuring your brain doesn’t begin to spill out from them, because of the loud voices, the bass shaking your entire fucking apartment by how strong it is, and you curse yourself for falling for the scheme the landlord pulled you in, paying half of the rent everyone did, just because you lived right below the penthouse that hosted the loudest parties in the area, 4 days out of the fucking week.

The money hungry shameless bastard praised the apartment the minute it spiked your interest all those months ago, selling it so well you actually moved in the next week, anything to stop feeling like a burden to Kendo as you couch-surfed her apartment. Only to realize within that first week from your downstairs neighbors that he rents the penthouse to host parties of all sorts, and due to its location in the city, it was pretty popular, yet you didn’t have the money to move out again, nor the heart to concern your friend with your problems, as she was a hero with other responsibilities aside from taking care of your hopeless self.

So you get up, barely gathering yourself onto that elevator to tell off whoever the fuck will answer the door first to turn the music down. You pound the door with your fist repeatedly the minute you reach it, the door opening so suddenly you almost punch the man standing in front of you in the chest, the cool air created from the door cooling your warm cheeks as you squint at your victim for the day.

“Welcome!”

“Listen here, you buttfaced moron” you start to chew the person’s ear out, your sight blurring yet still able to notice how bright his hair is, how fiery and familiar it looks, and you’re certain you’ve seen it somewhere before. “I’m trying to drink away my regrettable life choices and cry over my ex-boyfriend, so if you would just turn down the-”

“y/n?” oh, that’s where. Your stomach drops as Kirishima looks down on you, the bright smile he flashed to whoever he was welcoming now dropped with his eyes almost bulging out at your presence, you both stand in silence, the boy unbuttoning the collar that suddenly feels like it has a chokehold on him while you cross your arms and hope the floor would swallow you a floor down back into the comfort of your home.

Kirishima basically is shutting down the second his eyes lay on you, breaking a sweat as your eyes never waver, despite how you fail to stay standing straight, what was he supposed to say? ‘Hey we’re throwing a birthday party for your ex-boyfriend because he's been feeling depressed from the day you dumped his ass’ ? No! He wouldn’t do that to his friend, but what was he gonna say now?

Well, he didn’t have to really think about what to say to you, because his other friend didn’t hesitate to push him forward, slurring something along the lines of ‘lettin the hot ladies in so they can take a look at the prettier blond, aka moi’. In his moment of panic, the redhead stumbles forward, his cup slipping from the tips of his fingers and meeting its doom by the floor, whatever was filling it now staining your pants as you both look at the mess between you.

“Woah bro, we said you gotta get’er wet but not- '' Denki's cackle stops him from continuing whatever filth he was gonna spew out - thankfully - before his eyes drop down to your chest, or more like what was covering it. “Hey! You a Dynamight fan? Hey Bakuhoe, comere for a sec.”

Dear God, move, for the love of all that's pure in this god forsaken world, move! Run!

All you could do is shake and breathe in short segments as your widened eyes meet his unamused ones, the garnets in his eyes glistening at your sight, he stands straight and so tall, suited up in his usual attire. Dressed for the occasion, words aren't able to describe his beauty. You try not to let your brain be dazzled by how incredibly handsome he looks. He is wearing a dress shirt, in the deep color of wine that complements his eyes, dress pants hugging his long legs, not to mention the open collar, and no tie. He looks like a long, lean Lothario.

At that your eyes drop down to the floor, specifically the now stained carpet, your hands wrenching the end of your hoodie to distract yourself from the piercing rubies that haunts your dreams.

You build up some courage, enough of it to lift your head to continue what you came here to do, so you open your mouth, and drop a few IQs while you’re at it. “The m-music is loud and m’tryin’ to sleep,'' you mumble, noting how Kirishima leans down to make up the words you are saying over the sound of the blaring music while Bakugou narrows his eyes at you as if disregarding his sight will make him hear you better. “So, if you could turn down the heat, that’d be,”

“You squiffed?” The blond grunts, leaning his face close to yours to inspect it, and he catches a whiff of alcohol in your breath, his eyebrows furrowing at your response. “No I'm not squinting-”

“Yeah you’re drunk alright,” he huffs at your less than intelligent reply, pushing his glass of whiskey - you figure since it's always been his drink of choice - against Kirishima’s chest, telling him to lower the fucking volume and grabs you by your bicep. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.” you stumble at the force used against you, no matter how weak it actually is, before you barely straighten yourself to push his hand away. “I can walk down all by myself, thank you.” Of course you’d expose where you live, you dumbass.

He doesn’t question your integrity, just continues to basically drag you to the elevator before pushing your apartment door open when you choose your floor, irked to find your misplaced trust in the people of the complex by not locking your door after leaving. He barges into your bedroom and tells you to change out of your fucked up pants and proceeds to saunter to your kitchen to get you water, eyeing the boxes that he comes across during that small trip.

He stands awkwardly by the door when he sees you standing in the middle of the bedroom, sifting through countless moving boxes with your pants on the floor, thrown next to a pile of clothes that he can only assume that its supposed to be your laundry ‘basket’, until you opt against wearing any since you can't seem to find anything to replace them. And when he asks you if you just moved in, his expression sours when you shake your head no and explain to him that you’ve been living for months in this space, after chugging that cup of water like you’ve been parched for days.

“Birthday party?” You ask out of the blue as you play with the strings of your hoodie, your ears perking up at the confirmation hum you receive. “Hmm, thas’cool… I-I guess.”

Bakugou’s impassive as he gently pushes you onto your bed, eyes meeting yours as he covers you up with your blanket. “Get some rest, I’m leaving.” He said, slowly stalking away from you and barely reaching your door as your big mouth talks on its own. Your body sitting up and facing his retreating back.

“That's what you always do, you always leave”, you utter and you see him stiffen his shoulders before he spins to face you, so fast you almost want to check up on him about getting a whiplash.

“Hah?” it's one syllable, but it shakes your very core, that one sound making you almost shake, overwhelmed by the amount of emotions, the amount of pain that one sound has. He steps closer to your bed, the stomps of his feet sounding like gun shots in your ear, and you pathetically lift up the blanket to cover yourself up, cowering behind it like it's some pseudo shield that might protect you from him.

“I’m the one that leaves?” he growls at you, his eyes sizing you up when you react to his forceful approach, leaning back to look down on you, but his lips are still curled in a frown, he tries to hold himself from blowing up at you, his feelings oddly enough still raw in his chest the moment he lay eyes on you the first time since you left, threw him away and walked away, probably finding someone better, probably finding someone who you tolerated, unlike himself, but when he sees you straighten up your back to rebuttal him, an automatic response to whenever he raised his voice at you from all those years ago, he knows he is in for a fight.

He snarls when you nod at him, your eyes hard and glaring up at him, not knowing that your silence is by your better judgement since you don't trust your voice, knowing it’ll fail you, probably crack and show him how much he actually is affecting you by his closed off posture and demeaning look down at your frame.

“Real fuckin’ rich of ya, y/n.” He snaps back, his hands brought up to his hair, tugging at it. “As if you didn’t pack your shit,” he kicks at yet another cardboard box fucking spewed in your room, noting its heavy weight when it didn't move but an inch by his action. “Dropped your keys by the fuckin’ door,” as an emphasis, he throws your apartment key at you, making sure it doesn’t actually hit you, but falls onto your lap. “And left. Without a single fuckin’ word, like I'm some lowlife who didn't deserve an explanation, like I didn't deserve anything! And-” that hurt, goddamn it.

Exhaling deeply, he focuses on how your eyes look a little less glossed over, a little more sober, but holding fear, and he almost steps back and out when he looks at how you’re fighting tears, almost wanting to bust his own kneecaps than to see you like this, always wanting nothing for you but to be happy, to never upset about anything no matter how small it might be.

Then why did you leave him? Left him to drown by his lonesome self, waves of his insecurities and sorrow crashing into him, pulling him even further down to his inevitable doom.

Despite the fact that you both yearn for each other, long to feel one another, engulf yourselves in the others presence. You both stand your ground, eyes glaring despite the emotions hidden behind them, mouths shut and curled into ugly scowls regardless of the words you wish to speak to each other, whispers of promises into each other's ears about being together forever, in spite of not knowing what the future holds.

Bakugou breathes out again, recalling all those months worth of coping mechanisms to exercise when placed in anger inducing situations like this one, the time in therapy spent to better himself, to control himself, to be the best version of himself, for you, hoping that one day you’ll pity him enough to want to come back, knowing full well he would never hold a grudge against you and welcome you back with open arms, intending to never repeat whatever it is he did that made you think of him as so unbearable you couldn't spent another day with him.

You on the other hand, are barely holding in the tears, wanting him to just leave your sight, so you can go back to the world of denial where he didn't look like straight out of a magazine, looking as captivating as always, as if your absence did not have an effect on the hero, of course it wouldn't, why would a quirkless extra have an effect on the great Katsuki Bakugou, that's what he used to call them, right?

“Just leave, Bakugou-” his ears pick up the way your voice breaks at his name, the way you utter it sounds so horrendous, because you aren’t meant to call him Bakugou, you’re meant to call him Katsuki, Katsu, Suki, your Suki. Not- “I hate you.”

The room suddenly spirals. The floor panels misalign themselves into zigzags. Bakugo’s eyes shatter like a glass window. He tries to hold himself against the tears that threaten to fall, stomach wrenching as if reaching from inside of his body, but it’s useless. He brings his hand up close to his chest and sinks his head, letting the words overtake him.

Oblivious to his internal struggle, you pile whatever courage you have left in another attempt to ask him to leave, aware that your body wouldn’t aid you in pushing him away physically, you open your mouth, only to gasp after a moment of silence when he pounces on you and grabs you by the neck, sliding a hand behind your head and leaning your face impossibly closer to his “you fuckin’ hate me? show me you hate me then,”

Then he's pressing his lips against yours, your half foggy mind all too surprised by the flow of motion you can only try to keep up with his feverish kisses, you try to pull away, to push him away, to no avail, Bakugou only stopping his assault on your lips to growl at them again “Show me then, hah?”

But he wouldn't even let you, his grasp on your neck loosening to circle around your back to push you to him even more. His kisses get more and more aggressive, trying his best to show you how much he was hurt by what you said, by what you did, after all this time, almost begging you to not let him have to voice out whatever he’s feeling because he would do so much of a worse job than he is doing now.

The hands you placed on his chest in a failed attempt to push him away are now just placed over his pecs, welcoming their warmth and the way they flex under your touch, your right hand clenching over where his thumping heart is, and he almost sighs in relief, the movement feeling like it holds together all the broken pieces of his heart to make it whole again.

Almost like that gesture calmed him down, Bakugou’s rough touches start to soften, very caring as they glide to your hips before sliding underneath your - oh my God it's your special edition Dynamight hoodie! His amused chuckle tickles your lips as he pulls away when he feels you stiffen at the realization, barely letting you breathe in ease until he places his lips against your ear. “Love how m’still the only one sprawled over yer tits.”

“But I still want the real thing, lemme see ‘em, hm?” And just before throwing a dumb retort and embarrasing yourself even further, the article is tugged eagerly off of your body and thrown haphazardly on the floor. Earning yourself a low whistle when he realises you’re wearing nothing underneath. Bakugou all but shoves you onto the bed, spreading your legs when you try to rub them against each other for any friction, wedging his body neatly between them as his teeth gently bite your soft buds, pulling them slightly before captivating the nipple entirely.

His tongue flicks against your hardening nipple while keeping a watchful eye at the sinful expressions your face makes, his one hand toying with and twisting the other nipple while the other slides down to tease your needy cunt, pressing his fingers against your -fucking soaked- panties, swearing under his breath at the feeling of your walls trying to clench around his fingers just from that one movement. Sitting on his haunches, he lifts your hips with ease to pull your panties right off, eyes travelling between your heaving chest and your exposed pussy. Before lowering himself and finding comfort in biting and sucking your nipples again.

Bakugou’s smirk grows with your moans as his tongue dances over your sensitive nipples, he presses his finger against your walls, and you immediately keen at the prodding feeling that almost feels foreign after all this time apart. His thumb pushing your pussy lip to the side to see you suck his finger in like the good girl he knew you always were.

“Ba-ba-ba,” you struggle to talk, your drool collecting at your lips, stopping you from forming any words as you feel a breeze hit your spit covered tits, whining at the feeling and wanting him to pull your nipples in the warm cavern of his mouth again. Bakugou’s eyes focus on the spit line connecting his bottom lip to your nipple before disconnecting it to smash his lips against yours in an effort to shut your blabbering up.

“Ba-ba, what? y’better not be callin’ me Bakugou with my fingers deep in yer pussy baby, its Katsuki for you, yeah?” he taunts with a fake pout that immediately turns into a grin at the way you hold your pathetic sobs, pressing another finger in your tight cunt, reveling in the wet sounds your pussy makes as he thrusts his fingers in and out of it, soaking his fingers in your slick as he curls them, eager to hear the squelching sounds it would make when his cock is shoved deep inside you. “Or better yet, lemme hear you say Suki, hmm?”

“Suki- p-please, eat me out” you throw your head back and bring your hands down to play with your clit, showing him where you want his lips to be, as if the blond doesn't already know where it is, and he scoffs at the thought, slapping your hand away and giving another slap to your clit, earning a moan from you from the sharp pleasurable pain.

“Yea, yea I fuckin’ know already, needy slut,” he growls, keeping eye contact as he circles your clit with his tongue before sloppily eating out your cunt, making a mess of both drool and your arousal, mumbling “my needy slut.” to himself, and you do hear it, yet you brush it off with the thought that your lust must be messing with your brain.

Your chest still flutters at his words and your walls clench in on his fingers as he curls them again in a way you didn’t know would make you yelp like it did. He thrives off of how your body responses so easily to him, your back arching and the squelching getting louder as his fingers pick up speed, his tongue so skillful in drawing circles around your clit before sucking it again. A whine escapes you when he draws his head away from you, only for you to see the way his eyes darkens, his chin glistening from your arousal when it catches the light.

“Let go for me princess,” he whispers uncharacteristically, making you question if the glint in his eyes is from his desire for you or something else. “Lemme see you fall apart for me, alright?” the way he’s almost begging you to come undone for him takes you by surprise, and your body curls in on itself so fast, not realizing your orgasm was creeping up on you until it hits you. The knot in your stomach breaks as you gush around his fingers, white crossing your vision as he slows his pace to help you come down from your high.

Your shuddering body lays on your bed, eyes unwavering as they meet Katsuki’s, his fingers stuffed in his mouth as he moans around them at your taste. It's all a blur after seeing that unravel, and you’re so woozy that you don’t register him discarding his clothes until he lays above you. Placing himself between your legs as he pumps his cock, hardened from seeing you fall apart on his tongue and fingers, his tip leaking precum and burning a bright red.

His movement is almost too quick for you as he dips his head into your leaking hole before pulling right back, a breathless chuckle escaping him when you whine and roll your hips and try to suck him in again, wanting to feel the stretch of him inside of you.

“Didja wanna say somethin’ princess?” he taunts you, one of his hands holding you down by your stomach while the other is wrapped around his length, teasing you in the ways that he knows drive you crazy, he leans in, using the tip of his cock to spread your pussy lips open and running it along your slit to coat it with your arousal.

“Katshu, p-please I-” you hiccup, your fists tightening on your bed sheet as you try to rock your hips up get more than just his leaking tip, but your begging is always interrupted when he isn't hearing what he wants you to say.

“Say you love me.”

You freeze at his demand, your widening eyes looking up at him before you pout your lips, not thinking about surrendering to him, no matter how much you want your cunt stuffed full of him right now.

“I don’love yooou-” you gasp as katsuki’s grip onto your waist tightens and you feel as he gives a thrust into your sopping cunt, arching your back at the burning stretch of being filled up by his thick cock. Katsuki’s hand traces down your left thigh before cupping behind your knee, hiking your leg up and out, close to your chest to expose more of yourself to him, wanting nothing more than to see his dick seething in and out of your tight pretty pussy, and by almost muscle memory, you did the same thing with your right leg, replacing his hands with your own, presenting yourself to him.

“Y’see that? Fuckin’ know you like the back of m’hand, y’think someones gonna- ah, take the fucking time to work you like I did?” he's right, absolutely right, he ruined you for any other potential lovers and he loved it with every fiber in his being, knowing this means you’re always going to be wrapped around his finger. You moan as he pushes more of himself into you, bottoming out and holding one of your tits and squeezing when he feels your walls do the same to his cock.

You hate it, after all this time, you’re still a blubbering mess the second he was one fucking inch deep in your pussy, sucking him in and clawing at his back begging for more. No self respect, no dignity, you hate it, how come after all this time he gets to come here and fuck you like you belong to him, like you’ve belonged to him despite everything that has happened.

You only realize that your eyes are closed when Katsuki’s breath hits your face, and you open them wide, noting how wet your lashes have gotten from your tears, only for him to kiss at the tears gliding along your right temple and licking the ones on your left. He breathes out a chuckle and when he leans to look at your eyes, the humor and menace you expect to see in his eyes are nowhere to be found, clouded by a solemn look instead.

“What? Yer cryin on me now, huh? Y’think a few tears are stoppin’ me?” His voice is masked so well, because he sounds like he was simply enjoying a game, like an imp that had branched from a demon. “C’mon, not gonna tell the birthday boy you love’em?”

“I don't love you, I hate you, h-hate you-” you keen as drool pools at your lips, your body betraying you as it shakes from pleasure, letting go of your legs to wrap them around his slim waist, to bring him in closer, if that was even possible, stopping his deep thrusts that were brushing up against your cervix, it feels pathetic, denying him the pleasure of telling him you love him while clinging onto him like he's your last breath of fresh air, because in a way, you feel like he is, like him leaving would just collapse your lungs and stop your heart from beating, you know that he’s gonna leave you. While your spent body would lay on your bed and you'd cry because you didn't tell him you love him, yet you wouldn’t ask him to stay, knowing deep down that you don't deserve it, you don't deserve him.

You feel his weight on top of you as he rests his elbows by your head, his lips brushing against your ear as he repeats again with every shallow thrust into your warm insides, his cock twitching from time to time in your walls. “You love me.” he says it once, twice, thrice. Every time his voice lowers more and more to a broken whisper, almost a plea instead of the cocky taunt he started off with.

Your legs are starting to ache from the grip they have around him, so you loosen up, your mind easy since his thrusts haven’t been rough nor painful. And when you do, you notice two things immediately, first, your thighs are so soaked from how he's making you feel, probably ruining your bedsheet at this point, second, he pushed his chest away from yours to look you directly in the eyes, one hand molding around your thigh to keep it from wrapping around him again while the other is placed on your stomach, his thumb inching closer and closer to your clit, wanting to toy with it, toy with you, but not ready to give you any satisfaction until you admit to him, please just tell him, that you do still love him. All insecurities, all battle scars, all emotional constipation as layers he covers himself with, that no one gives a fuck to peel off, to see who he really was, except you.

His red eyes lock onto yours as your chest heaves with breathless sobs at the lost of his warmth, and when you think he's lowering himself back down, he pulls out suddenly, sending a shiver down your spine as you gasp, now feeling like you're frozen over, your tears coming from lack of both pleasure and warmth.

Suddenly your face is met with the pillow and you feel his hands on your hips as he lifts them up and off the bed, your half intoxicated, half aroused mind barely registering that you’ve been flipped over on your stomach until you feel his cock prodding at your cunt, easily sliding in like they’ve been made to be warmed up in there, when you know Katsuki would argue that your pussy was made just for him and to warm his dick.

He presses his chest against your back, pushing you onto the bed as he thrusts his hips roughly, pulling out fully before seething himself right back in, your moans and whimpers muffled by your pillow from being pushed down by his hand as his other holds your hips firmly.

Then what happened next probably shocked him more than you, despite how delirious you’ve become due to his relentless thrusting, his dripping tears feel cool on your bare warm shoulder, one by one as his groans and moans turn into strangled sobs, before Katsuki digs his teeth into that shoulder, to both hear you scream and to muffle his cries from you.

“because I love you” he sobs, detaching his teeth from their grip and kissing the bite marks before resting his forehead against it, but his thrusts never cease, getting sloppier, as if the confession is pushing him off the edge. Dragging the tip of his nose from your bitten and bleeding shoulder to the back of your ear, his own face flush and warm against you as he breathes harshly against your ear and kisses along it.

“So-” he moans again, the hand behind your neck now turning your face so he could see your fucked out expression, the tears streaming down your face and the drool that pools under your cheeks, with your tongue lolled out and your eyes barely focusing on his form.

“You better say you do too, becau-”

“I love you.” you gush, like saying it is a breath of fresh air, your eyes never leaving his teary ones, your gaze so intense and fixated on him with no regards to the way the snapping of his hips against yours is shaking your entire body against the bed.

With new found vigor from your confession, Katsuki grabs onto the meat of your ass, hammering into you from behind with force that pushes you against the bed even further, your pulled hair jerking your head back so he can listen to the lewd noises you are making, long forgotten the will to cover your pleasure and hiding your moans.

Your ass heavily slaps against his thighs as he grabs your hips with both hands and pounds into your sopping wet cunt, relishing in the way you’re begging for him. “Y’like it when I fuck you baby, hmm? Like it when I stuff you so fuckin’ full of me?” He growls, feeling you push your ass back every time you repeat ‘yes’ to his questions. “Yes, yes love it, love you, please please don’t stop, please ‘Suki. Yes, gonna cum ‘Suki please” you weep, your head pounding from the grip he had on your hair and your eyes crossing as you feel his thrusts stutter, getting sloppier when you bounce your ass against him, his hand coming down and slapping it.

“That's fuckin’ right, cum on this cock, c’mon baby” he brings four of his fingers to rub your clit with urgency, and you can’t help but arch your back as your orgasm hits you again, screeching as you feel your walls tightening on him, squeezing him for what he’s worth. “F-fuck ah, y-you’re so- Fuck” his heavy weight falls on you as he fills you to the brim with his milky seed, forehead pressed against your shoulder as he rocks his hips against you, pushing more of his load inside before slowly pulling out, gaze flutters down to where your bodies were once joined, seeing your mixed arousal seeping out of your hole and he has half a mind to push it back in with his fingers.

But he flips you over effortlessly, the sight of your crossed out eyes and wet cheeks squeezing his chest at the realization he might’ve been too rough on you, so he wipes your cheek with the palm of his hands and revels in the way you lean towards him, turning your face to kiss his palm. “Say it again.” barely a whisper, as you flip his hand and kiss the back of it as well, and he almost repeats himself, thinking you didn’t hear him, but your hands reach up and cup his face, bringing him towards you. “I love you Katsuki” and goddamn if that wasn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever spoken. “Again,” “I love you, Katsuki” “Again,” you giggle, and he knows that's probably what angels sound like.

Your thumb brushes over his warm cheeks, red from showing vulnerability, and you pull him even closer, “Happy birthday, ‘Suki.”

“Yea,” He breaths out, his lips barely brushing against your bitten and bruised ones. “It really fuckin’ is.”

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Hello! Can I request an hc about a shady MC who's not phase by anything in Devildom with the brothers (and Diavolo?? he deserves love!!!)? Like, when Luci's like "i CaN KiLL yOu hUmAN", MC's reaction was like "Oh... congratulations then." i need more shady mc who may or may not be planning to ruin your life😂😂 Thanks and take care!!❤❤

The Brothers + Diavolo with an MC that is not phased by DevilDom

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Pls I need more shady MC, they would not take any shit from the brothers. Put any Gen Z-er with these guys and you’ve got yourself a suicidal and reckless human exchange student.

They wouldn’t know what to do with one of those ahaksbakanhaka you’re right, Diavolo deserves all the love >:(((((((

You better take care too >:( thanks for sending me this big brain request. I’ve been preoccupied with other projects so I took a while to get to this ask. Hope you’re doing OK💙

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Lucifer:

-He thought having a human exchange student was going to be bad enough as it is but this…..this was so much worse than he could have ever imagined

-The moment you arrived, he already knew you were going to be a problem child and a persistent one at that

-Literally the first thing you asked him was : “Why do you look like an off-brand Levi Ackerman?”

-And he was left there, astounded, confused and offended because he had no idea who you were talking about (cuz at that point you hadn’t met the third eldest) and the tone you had was, frankly, pissing him off

-You kept wondering off on your own????? Without looking like you gave a shit even though you almost walked into a butcher’s shop that specialises in human meat???? Tf MC?

-Also really irritated that you couldn’t be intimidated and that DevilDom was like a playground to you, for some reason? Like, MC get out of the fiery pits of eternally tormented souls- this is Hell, not the McDonald’s ball pit ffs

-Things did not improve for him lmao, by the end of the first week he had already ripped out a good chunk of his hair because of you

-“MC, you should know by now provoking demons like this for no good reason is only going to make life harder for you. Keep this up and you’ll get killed in no time because of your behaviour.”

-“Great, can we have a hip-hip and a hurray?”

-In the span of one day, he’s had to come to your rescue six times (approximately) because you’re too nonchalant about your surroundings around literal creatures of hell

-He doesn’t have enough coffee or will to live for this bs

-“Lucifer, I found this dead plant and brought it here because it reminded me of you.”

-“…..sigh. Why? Why does it remind you of me?”

-“Because it’s cold and unresponsive.”

-He made the consecutive decision to ignore you

-(low-key kept the plant tho)

-Honestly, you get on his nerves a lot and he has definitely contemplated killing you in the past but at the end of the day he really can’t bring himself to do it

-We both know he tried a few times lmfao

-“I will tear you limb from limb, human-“

-“Can I finish my tea first.”

-“You…wait, what?”

-“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting this tea get cold. Try to kill time before I’m done and I’ll smash this cup against your head.”

-If you try hard enough, you might even elicit a laugh out of him, especially if your shadiness is directed at any of his brother which results in him patting your head affectionately

-Nowadays he’s just concerned because you seemed to have made an alliance of sorts with Belphagour and Satan and that’s not a good sign

-For his sake, if not yours, at least try to survive the year without getting chomped on by a random demon please

-He’s too stubborn to let you die just because you’re unbothered by everything so cut him some slack and help out damn it

Mammon:

-“Oi Lucifer, how come I’m stuck babysittin’ this stupid human?”

-“And how come I’m stuck with this asshole for a tour guide, with his fake ass designer shoes and no brand sunglasses. That’s a lot of smack talk from someone with crow shit stains covering the back of his jacket. Also, did you stick your hair in a bucket of mayonnaise?”

-……..

-He was so offended lol

-Normally, humans like you cower in fear whenever demons are as much as mentioned because of the whole “I can eat you whole” thing

-And here you are; insulting the Avatar of Greed and one of the princes of Hell himself just because you didn’t like his attitude

-Don’t worry tho, he warms up to you in less than a fucking month simply because you still come to his rescue whenever his brothers start insulting him and wow, look at that, his heart is now combusting on the floor

-“Y’all have no right to criticise Mammon when he has the most self control out of all of you.”

-“Since when does Mammon have any self control? He can’t keep himself from nicking anything that looks shiny.”

-“Motherfucker, I don’t see him trying to choke me to death, respectfully pls shut the fuck up. I don’t want to say I have favourites but if I do, it’s definitely him.”

-While Mammon’s in the background, with hearts instead of pupils in his eyes like ❤️👄❤️

-He doesn’t even mind running around after you anymore (will still complain about it though because your ass is in constant danger and he’s had enough)

-Honestly, you keep starting shit with random demons, some of which are quite powerful mind you, and you don’t back down even when he’s there to step in

-Would low key love to watch you fight one of your classmates at RAD and organise a ticket selling booth for the event but Lucifer will hang him a new one if he does

-So for now, he sticks to baring his teeth at the aggravator in question and you’re there, giving the same demon the middle finger

-The way you sometimes match his energy gets him so hyped up lmao

-“Mammon, did you steal Levi’s money again?”

-“T’s none of her business human. Now go away, shoo!”

-“Bitch, don’t ‘shoo’ me, I ain’t a bird. Now tell me, did you?”

-“…..Why do you ask?”

-“Because a new flavour of instant noodles just got announced, called ‘Super Hell-Sauce Flavour’ and I thought you might be more interested in that than wasting the money on gambling.”

-“….ok but only if you come with me to buy some.”

-This…this is true love right here

Levi:

-Oh no, now there’s two of you

-Why do I feel like his energy would match MC’s almost immediately? Maybe it’s because he spends too much time in his room on the internet like the rest of us do

-“What do you want, you stupid normie?”

-“300…..”

-“….300 what?”

-“300 mangas collected, thousands of episodes of anime watched, over 60 character figurines, plushies, body pillows, merchandise and several posters only to be called a fucking normie by a demon weeb that’s only known me for 10 minutes.”

-Boom, instant friendship

-He becomes attached to you almost immediately and now that he knows how unphased you are by DevilDom, he is seriously worried

-Hell, you’re making him consider going outside his room just to make sure you’re alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere because you decided to get on someone’s nerves that particular day

-Even during the quiz thing, when he almost kills you, you’re just sitting on the floor and awkwardly watching him as he throws a sissy fit

-Levi feels sort of conflicted with you because one one hand you’re good company and he loves having you around, you’re his Henry after all

-But on the other hand, you put yourself in so much danger it makes him paranoid so often to the point where he wants to keep you locked in his room and wrapped in bubble wrap

-Nearly had a heart attack when you almost walked right into a pit of lava like MC???? This isn’t one of his video games???? You’re not gonna respawn if you die????

-Besides all that, he gets a bit jealous of you confidence and your ability to just do whatever without fearing death or consequence

-“MC, how do you do it?”

-“Do what?”

-“How do you go about your life without a care in the world?”

-“I guess I’ll tell you my secret Levi. I’m not like other humans that’s why, I’m just so unique I do things differently.”

-“You sound like a pick me-“

-As long as you’re OK and not injured because of your carelessness, he’s indifferent about your behaviour and will even applaud you for your bravery when it comes to this sort of thing

-“lmao the human exchange student just dumped Solomon’s cooking in the trash while looking him dead in the eye 💀💀💀”

Satan:

-Your attitude towards DevilDom and demons in general kept him entertained, if nothing else

-You rarely seemed to consider how much of a threat that place really is and usually you were just running around, completely ignoring Lucifer’s rules and doing your own thing

-Which, you know, he’s all about

-I can’t say there were no incidents between the two of you

-With his short temper and your tendency to say things without caring about the consequences, there were definitely moments when he might’ve snapped on you

-“MC for goodness sake, what happened to my room?”

-“What do you mean?”

-“It’s an absolute mess! I just told you to bring me my spells and curses book, not mow through everything!”

-“It’s not my fault this place is built like a fucking labyrinth. You should be grateful I went to get it for you at all, I almost tripped and died several times on my way back. Also, you should get a new ladder for your shelves. It did the broken.”

-“MC….”

-“Yes?”

-“You are so lucky I love you.”

-Other than the fact his anger takes over him when things like these happen, he not so subtly encourages you to keep going because seeing Lucifer scowl at your antics gets him wheezing his lungs out

-I like to think Satan would be very impressed, even in the beginning, at the amount of nonchalance you can radiate at times

-I mean, you sure as hell don’t see it often and he loves how unpredictable you are more often than not

-If anything, he should probably thank you-idk how, but his patience has increased significantly every since you got here and he appreciates having some more control of his emotions

-“I’m gonna go put oil in Lucifer’s shoes.”

-“Do you have a death wish?”

-“Satan, I am old enough to make my own decisions and I concluded that this action is necessary.”

-“Necessary for what?”

-“Raising everyone’s morale! All of you seemed to feel down lately so I thought this would be fun for everybody!”

-“Except Lucifer, right?”

-“Except Lucifer. He grounded me from my D.D.D like I’m a fucking teenager who needs to be supervised-pssshht, I’m the most responsible one here.”

-“Yes clearly.”

-“Goodbye dear Satan, I may die today. But it’s for the greater good! (Dramatic exit with sound effects)”

-“WAIT MC!”

-“(pops head back in) yes?”

-“May I offer you my assistance?”

-You’re basically taking turns pranking his brothers and it’s hilarious

-Satan is not too worried about your well being simply because he knows his siblings and him are always going to be nearby to save you if you pull something stupid again

-Even so, he checks up on you throughout the day; just to make sure

-“Where were you?”

-“Running from a bunch of demons. Who wanted to go munchy crunchy on me, I assume.”

-“……”

-“Either that or people here are a lot friendlier than originally expected.”

-You can be such a handful and it really tests him, especially when he’s angry enough to begin with

-But despite your amazing talent at either getting completely lost around Hell, purposely walking into a prohibited place just because you felt like it or riling up others with how blunt you are, he still cares about you deeply

-You may be a pain the ass, but you’re his pain in the ass <3

Asmo:

-He should’ve known something was up with this particular human when you stood there, completely calm and collected, while Beel salivated at the thought of eating you on your first day

-Asmo just brushed it off for a while but it kept happening???

-The first time Lucifer ever told you off, you really went and said “Or what? Are you going to eat me? If so, you can go ahead and start with-“

-He came to your rescue and covered your mouth before you got to finish and before Lucifer unleashed his wrath on to everyone in that house

-“OOPSIE! I think MC has been spending too much time with me. Sorry Lucifer, we gotta run now! We have a party to attend, don’t we MC darling?”

-“You mean the one hosted by the guy that tried to kill me because I shoved into him on the hallway at school and then proceeded to tell him to go fuck himself right back into whatever hell hole he was born in before you came and charmed our way out of it?”

-“Yes.”

-“Ah OK. “

-You’re tiring for sure but you’re not exactly unlikeable

-You have a certain charm hanging about you that Asmo loves

-“I almost died like…30 minutes ago.”

-“WAIT WHAT?? WHY?? WHAT HAPPENED-MC ARE YOU OK???”

-“Yeah, I almost drank some poison today because someone told me it was water. It smelt off though so I didn’t.”

-“….”

-“Anyway, I got you this bracelet on my way home.”

-He really does wish you would take things a bit more seriously

-This is your life on the line, you know? What would he do if you died?

-“MC, you’re not immortal, you can die so much more easily than I can, you know that right???”

-“I don’t care.”

-“Well I do! And you should too….”

-A lot of people don’t see past his vanity tbh, because he can be such a caring person towards the people he loves

-The amount of videos he has of you appearing to be completely calm while pure chaos is descending in the background is pretty impressive

-Every time he uses his charm on you to try and get you to commit his sin, it just doesn’t work???? For some reason???? And even if it’s just with simple, innocent affection for now, he is determined to tempt you into it

-“MC~gimme a hug!”

-“But that’s social interaction and I don’t support it- do you have a charger for my D.D.D by any chance?

-Or at least die trying to ig

-Asmo loves having you around but you’re giving him wrinkles and that’s not okay >:(

Beel:

-The moment he realised how carefree you actually were, he sort of started checking up with you quite frequently throughout the day

-It’s his way of protecting you but if he could, he would follow you around all the time

-Becomes your body guard because you may not care enough about your safety but he certainly does so get ready to be carried everywhere

-You will not get hurt nor will anyone mess with you if he has a say in it and let me tell you, he does

-Thing is, his brothers mostly know him for being slightly dense in some aspects of day to day life

-He’s not perceptive of things that don’t involve food or his loved ones

-And because you most definitely are a loved one of his, he does notice how careless you are really often

-And it scares, rather worries, him because DevilDom is an incredibly dangerous place-even with all the precautions they had taken when you came

-“MC get down, you could fall.”

-“But Beel, look-I’m finally taller than everyone else! Taller than you even! Hey, should I do a backflip?”

-He has no idea why you thought jumping from 60 meter high cliff into a small river of squashed demon blood was a good idea but he wasn’t going to risk anything just because you felt like showing off your diving skills

-Proceeds to carry you away, completely unfazed

-In this case, I feel like Beel is not someone who gets bothered by the horrible things happening around there either

-As long as he has food and his family is safe and happy then he’s also happy, as mentioned above

-But he knows he’s alright with DevilDom because he’s been living here for centuries now

-A bit curious as to why you’re so unbothered

-And even more curious as to why you weren’t terrified of him transforming in his demon form after he lost control when he found out you ate his pudding

-Or more like Mammon did and pushed the blame on you

-“YOU. ATE. MY. PUDDING!”

-“Beel I love you but if you did not just see Mammon shoving the damn container in my mouth two seconds prior to this, then you might need glasses.”

-He apologised to you later for it but even so, you didn’t seem to mind like at all and he didn’t really understand why

-Unless you end up explaining why exactly you feel so indifferent about your life being in potential danger, he won’t really pry

-But now he has even more reason to follow you around like a lost puppy

-Since it’s clear you don’t really care about protecting yourself

-So now it’s his job to do it

-MC protection squad? Mostly Beel and Mammon

-ahhh he cute

Belphie:

-Oh

-You piss him off so much

-He’s trying to have his moment, you know?

-Finally getting that glimmer of satisfaction after killing a human as a way to avenge his sister’s death

-Trying his hardest to make it as miserable as possible because he has so much rage in him, he needs you to suffer

-“Harder Daddy-“

-“Oh fuck off.”

-Nah but for real, what the fuck MC

-Why does he even bother, he feels like he should be sleeping instead of dealing with your bullshit

-Even afterwards, when your future self shows up and he tries to kill you again, you look more thoughtful than irritated???

-Lucifer and Beel are literally holding him back from doing another Chocky on you and you’re standing there, looking at him with your eyebrows raised

-“Hey Belphie, I have a quick question. I know you’re trying to kill me and everything but do you like the colour blue?”

-“HUH??!?!”

-“It’s a simple yes or no question Belphie. Do. You. Like. Blue?”

-“WHAT DOES IT MATTER???!!!”

-“BELPHAGOUR, AVATAR OF SLOTH-YES OR NO, JUST FUCKING ANSWER!”

-“YES! FUCK YOU!”

-“Ah ok thanks. I like blue too :)”

-????????????

-Pls he felt like sticking his foot down your throat

-As of late, he’s kind of glad he didn’t manage to scare you away that day and that he didn’t traumatise you or something

-At the time, he was mad because he didn’t understand why you weren’t scared but now he just wants to make it up to you

-“You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m sorry MC, I won’t blame you if you decide to stay away from me now.”

-“Stfu dipshit, what’s gotten you so depressed? Did you have another fight with Beel? I told you not to eat the last slice of cake.”

-“Rude ass, I was trying to apologise for my past mistakes-let me repent will you?”

-“Said no demon ever. Now let’s go hang out you emo bitch.”

-Y’all vibe together on a spiritual level once that shit gets sorted out

-But he’s kinda scared you might pull out a knife on him ngl

-Obviously, you’re still annoying as fuck with that indifferent attitude of yours but he can live with it

-He appreciates the fact that you’re not scared of him, even after what he’s done

Diavolo:

-Ah yes, the future King of DevilDom himself

-He’s very enthusiastic about the idea of you having fun this year…..and to keep you alive….

-He, of course, expected a range of reactions from you when he first summoned you here

-None of which were “Ok but could you not have given me a heads up? Before the whole teleportation thing? I face-planted your onto marvellously polished the floor and now I think I lost even more brain cells than before.”

-He felt so bad gagajajahahwgehhsb

-He apologised for bringing you out here without any warning like that and then proceeded to introduce you to everyone

-Diavolo is actually kind of relieved to see you’re handling everything pretty well

-He thought that maybe DevilDom was too much for a human to deal with

-Meeting Barbatos also went incredibly smooth

-“Barbatos? The one that cleans the floors right? Big fan of your work, I could eat off the floor of the main hall.”

-He’s so glad to see you getting along with everyone and not getting intimidated by the brothers

-It gets him excited thinking about how the exchange program is gonna work and all three realms will be united

-But he’s not stupid so don’t think he’ll allow you to stumble around, getting up to all sorts of mischief

-He always has someone watching you because he would hate to see you die, despite being pretty fond of your carefree attitude

-“MC, please be careful. Most demons here aren’t all that nice.”

-“Aye aye Captain.”

-He fears that many demons would take your indifference as a challenge and try to assert dominance or something by kidnapping you

-As far as creatures of hell go, they love installing fear in people

-So he always keeps an extra eye open for you

-And he’ll be there to help you if something goes wrong

-But other than that, he’s pretty chill as well and he finds you so hilarious, it’s been a while since he’s seen someone as eccentric and dramatic as Mammon and Asmo

-Idk what else to add here, Diavolo is very accepting and as long as you don’t get hurt, he’s glad you can get used to your new surroundings so easily

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Al~

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Two Lives P10 (Adrian Chase/Vigilante Fic)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10(you’re here!) part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14 part 15 part 16 part 17 part 18 part 19 part 20 part 21/22(end)

AN: You know how in a previous chapter I had them joke about going through a list of kinks and seeing what they were both into? Yeah, that is this chapter. If you're only here for the story and hate the smut I would just skip to the end, there's some semi-important dialogue there. Anyway, CW: Knives, blood, smut (I honestly don't know what else to include here) Taglist post will be posted in a few minutes! If you want to be a part of the taglist, let me know in some way!

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Finally, you and Adrian's schedules line up, allowing you to hang out outside of the workplace. Even if it was only for part of a single day. You tap your foot as you wait for Adrian to answer the door. You had packed an overnight bag, this time a small backpack, just in case you stayed too late for him to drive you back to your place, although you'll admit it was more of wishful thinking. Thinking about what Vigilante had said, you realized that, at least for now, you should simply enjoy what time you have with Adrian and just hope that things wouldn't turn sour too soon.

At long last, he opens the door, hair wet as he is patting it with a towel, his shirt sticking to his damp skin. "Long shower?"

"I thought I had more time until I heard you knocking." squeezing past him you take a seat next to Miss Peacemaker on his couch. He ultimately decides he can let his hair air dry and drops his body next to you, spooking his cat. "So what's the plan, boss?"

"Oh, just a sec." reaching into your bag that now sat between your feet you pull out a few pieces of paper.

"Homework?"

"No, list." You hold it up so he can see it.

"List of-" He reads a few words, "Oh."

"I figured it could be an interesting bonding experience if we went through this list of kinks and checked off the ones we are both into and/or ok with trying." You look at his face as he scans the sheet in front of him, "Although now that I say it out loud it does seem a little-"

"It's a good idea, honestly. Maybe we could use colored pens? Red for absolutely not, yellow for willing to try or only one of us is into it, and green for absolutely yes?"

"Listen I know you're always sincere but...are you actually?"

He stares back at you with a tinge of confusion in his eyes, "I'm always sincere. If I was being sarcastic I'd warn you...or I'd be drunk."

"That actually might be a good idea. Loosen us up a bit. I can get pizza delivered so we aren't drinking on empty stomachs."

"Did you bring drinks?" He asks, looking at your bag, clearly wondering what drinks could fit into it.

"No, I figured you'd have some, nimrod." You chuckle.

"Oh, yeah I have some." He gets up and makes his way to the fridge, grabbing two hard lemonades before flumping himself back down on the couch.

"I didn't bring pens either..."

Adrian looks off to the side for a moment, contemplating whether he should get up again to grab pens or not. He looks back at you, "We can just say the colors, yellow for maybe..."

"Red for no..."

"And green for 'definitely, lets go to the bed right now.' Right?"

Your stomach flutters for a moment as you give him a quick kiss. "Right." You sit back and begin reading the list, "First off is...Abrasion?" You take a large drink of your lemonade.

"Like...sanding wood?" He sounds just as confused as you when you said the word.

"I think so, but instead of wood it's like...skin."

"That's a solid yellow simply because I am unsure what it is."

"Yeah same here...jesus there is like a few just for anal stuff." You start to question your choice in lists.

"Green." Adrian answers, thinking it was another question.

You blink, allowing what he said to process, "Wait really?"

He swallows his drink, "You knew I was a butt guy, you made fun of me for it a year into knowing me."

"Huh. Well, what about receiving? I mean I'm not gonna say green unless it's fair."

A few lines appear between his brows, "I'm intrigued, so I'll say yellow...but I am a little intimidated."

You look at your drink for a moment for downing the remaining amount, which was more than half. "How many more do you have of these? I think we should get tipsy, then continue this while we eat."

"Think six for each of us would do it?"

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Your mind feels like it's swimming around in your head, but you could focus and feel your inhibitions still in place. You glance over at Adrian eating the last slice of pizza, his eyes slightly glazed over but visibly aware of everything. Unfortunately, your idea of going through the list while eating didn't play out too well. You were both starving, not in the mood to discuss much while eating. You hadn't even finished the first page yet. You lean back into the couch, sinking into it and placing your feet on the small table that was still littered with napkins and an empty pizza box. Adrian joins you, placing his arm around your shoulder, his skin warm from the alcohol in his bloodstream.

"Well, we already know the breath play one." You say as you rest your head into the curve of his neck.

"Green all around."

"Bondage? Green for me."

"I'd say yellow simply because I haven't tried it much."

"Long as you get good rope it's rather nice, no metal handcuffs though."

"Or duct tape." You feel him cringe.

You furrow your brows, "Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Cunninglingus...I hope that's green or I'd feel bad."

"Well, is it green for you?"

"Yeah...?" You look up at him.

"Well you know you could..."

You snicker, almost out of nervousness, "Let's get through more of the list first okay?"

"Okay." He plays with your hair, twirling it with his fingers.

"Well, I guess I don't need to ask about hair pulling..." You say through a sly smile.

"Or praise." He points it out at the bottom of the page.

"What about insults?"

"I don't want you to call me your whore or something."

"Well, what about me?"

"I don't want to call you that either." He thinks for a moment, "I mean unless you really want me to..."

"Nah, I won't make you do that. Gags? I'm skipping around but I know you well enough to answer some for you."

"I did like biting down on your hand in Ron's office..."

"Well that's green then, and biting too."

"I'll bite in any situation." Adrian remarks.

"Yeah, I learned that when you tried to bite my arm at Wendy's because I didn't hear you through my headphones." You say, unamused.

"It got your attention didn't it?"

"Yeah and I almost kicked your ass for it."

"And look at you now..." he strokes the now faded bruises on your neck.

You grin, melting at his touch. "Stop it." You playfully say. "What about..." Your eyes scan the sheet, "Risk-taking?"

"Like...sky diving?"

"No like...you get off on the possibility of it going wrong. Like for some people, that's...their boss's office or time limits. I know some people go the no condom route for the risk."

"Wait..." You feel him move in place, straining his neck to look at you, you gaze up at him in response.

"What?"

"We haven't used any condoms...at all."

"Well do you have any STDs I should know about?"

"No, I get tested regularly. I meant more in the....kids realm of things."

"Oh. We don't have to worry about that. Should've told you sooner but birth control really is a magical thing." You didn't feel like explaining that your abilities allow you to avoid the responsibility of such things. That was a conversation for sober ears, preferably not one to have any time soon though.

"I forgot that that would be a problem."

"Yeah me too. Anyway, uh spit?" You try to redirect the conversation back to the original topic.

"Green, oh and yellow for risk-taking. It depends on the risk. Losing my job is not an attractive thought but-"

"Hold on, back up. Green?"

He sneers partially out worry of upsetting you, "Is that bad?"

You soften your expression, "No, it's fine I just thought...well honestly I had no idea, hence why I asked. Yellow here, simply because I've never really thought about it."

"I can elaborate on it once we're done here."

"Alright...scratching I think is green?"

"I mean it just...happens so I guess so." He sighs.

"Am I boring you?"

"No...it's just this list is boring."

"Well fine then," you lean out of his arms, placing the list on the table before turning to look at him. Crossing your arms, you try to think of any more on the list that would at least get his attention, "Roleplay?"

"Hmmm, depends on the roleplay. I'd probably just get too into the story and forget the sex part."

"Yeah...same here."

"What about knife play? Is that on the list?"

Your lips curve up into a smile, "Yes it is...are you?"

"I've never tried but it's definitely a greenish-yellow." He notices you watching him intently. "What?"

You bring your body closer to his, "Have you ever thought about it?"

His breathing staggers as he smiles nervously, "Yeah, a few times..."

Your excitement grows, the euphoria from the alcohol in your body helping. Your heart skips a few beats as you think, "Have you ever thought about it with me in the fantasy?"

He glances at your lips before taking a breath in order to speak more than a few disjointed words, "A few times..."

You smirk, your eagerness to continue on this path increasing. You glide your hand across his inner thigh. "Who's holding the knife in these fantasies?"

He breathes out his words. "Are you teasing me about this or are you genuinely interested?" He squirms a bit in his seat as you lean in closer.

"Depends...do you have a safe word?"

He stares back at you for a moment, as if trying to discern if this was real, "Cosmopolitan?"

You giggle quietly, "Works for me." You pull a folded pocket knife out of your pocket, "Think that'll work?"

His eyes go to a very concerned and confused state, "Were you planning this or do you just always carry that around with you?"

"I had to walk here and I didn't feel like carrying a taser." You shrug, looking at the knife as you open it. Your eyes travel back to him, to his chest. "How attached are you to that shirt?"

He doesn't stop looking back at you with a certain expression. Was it attraction? Intimidation? Both? You couldn't quite tell, "Not very." He says without taking his eyes off you.

You move so you sit on your knees directly next to him. He turns his torso to face you and you push him slowly back, so he leans against the arm of the couch. You feel his heart as you do so, the quickened pace, the way his deep breaths raise his chest as he tries hard to stay composed. Your skin tingles with anticipation over the thought that he was putty in your hands, as you were in his.

He continues staring at you as you cut through his shirt, allowing the air to touch his bare chest. Your heart rate quickens as you just barely touch the blade to his skin, enough for him to feel it but not enough for you to cut him. You slide it down the center of his torso, stopping above his sweatpants. Finally, as though he physically could not hold himself back anymore, he grabs the back of your head and aggressively pulls your face to his, smashing your lips against his. You feel his grip on your hair, as if he was making certain you couldn't escape even if you wanted to. He forces his tongue into your mouth, as you place your hands on his shoulders, knife still in hand. He presses himself more against you, in some sort of an attempt to flatten your mouth, and you push back, just as if not hungrier than him. Bringing yourself closer, you practically sit on his lap, your chests heaving against each other, feeling as though you were pushing the breaths out of each other. The alcohol had turned you both into human radiators by dilating your blood vessels, and all you could feel was each other's heat. You feel his cock grow hard beneath you through his pants.

Adrian bites your lip, making you moan softly. Before you even have a moment to think, he grabs the knife from your hand and pushes you down onto the couch, holding the knife up to your throat. Your heart races as you feel the cool blade pressed against your skin, you stare into his eyes. Their color was reminiscent of a deep forest, luring you in, begging you to wander and lose yourself in it. His pupils dilate as he looks at you, you wouldn't have noticed were you not looking. Every breath in that you take allows the knife to dig into your skin just a fraction more. Your eyes flutter as your body is filled with endorphins, the fear of the slightest slip making him cut into you exciting you the more you think about it.

After a moment of this, he brings the knife to your abdomen, resting the point there. You feel a prick of pain through your clothes, only now realizing perhaps you should've used a dull knife for this exercise. "Only fair..." Adrian smiles before cutting through the fabric, matching his state of undress.

"Do not cut my bra off that shit is expensive." You halfheartedly joke.

He presses the blade against the skin of your breast. You let out a breathy moan as a shiver runs down your spine. He pushes it a bit more until he starts to see the smallest amount of blood. You breathe in through your teeth, looking to the cut. It was only a little worse than a paper cut but Adrian had already pulled the knife away. "Sorry."

You chuckle, "It's ok, Adrian." glancing at him, you continue, "I just need a kiss to make it better." You jokingly pucker your lips.

He instead decides to go to the source and begins kissing your breast. He gently sucks at the flesh and his saliva touching the wound stings just enough to force a quiet whine out of you. Your face gets hot as he pinches the soft skin between his lips before pulling away. You notice a small splotch of red on his lips and bring your face to his to kiss it off of him. The tiniest hint of iron mixed in with the taste of his mouth. Distracting him with this, you try to steal your knife back. He notices and pulls your hair, your head yanked back as he holds the knife against your throat again.

"Did you know that if I cut you right here..." He glides the knife over your skin, stopping below your jawline. "You could bleed out and die in my arms." He doesn't sound threatening, more like a person simply fascinated with how fragile you were in that moment.

Your heart flutters as you try to not move a muscle, "Should I be worried?" You look at him as he looks at your neck. The knife pushes a bit more against the vein and you breathe in sharply, holding your breath, awaiting his answer.

"No." He takes the knife back and returns his gaze to you. "Just interesting."

"Well, that's good. It'd be awfully embarrassing for me to bleed out on your couch."

"I'd only kill you if you gave me a reason to." He says matter of factly as he folds the knife back up before setting it down on the table.

"Well remind me to never give you a reason then." You smile before placing a kiss on his cheek.

"It's just weird how we're so easily killed. You can stab someone right here," He places his fingertips dangerously close to your groin, "They bleed out real fast."

You take a deep breath, trying not to show your desire for him to move his hand just a bit to the side, "Yeah, femoral artery. Lots of fun."

"Or I could go through your ribs-" He starts to bring his hand up but you grab it, placing it back in its original spot.

"Why don't we stick to this area for now?" You whisper.

"Right. Probably don't want to talk about how many different ways someone could kill you." He brings himself closer, not moving his hand as you rest your back against the other arm of the couch.

"We can if you want, Adrian. I'm just-" He smiles as he maneuvers his hand beneath your pants and underwear, burying his fingers into you before you could finish your statement. You gasp and grin, "Or we can do that, that works great."

He chuckles at your reaction before he removes his fingers and begins massaging your clit with his thumb. "I didn't think you would already be wet."

"Well, maybe there was a reason I wanted to try knife play with you." You say between the occasional whimper.

He leans in, his breath hot against your collarbone, "You're allowed to moan, you know."

You let out a breathy laugh, "You gotta earn it first, newbie."

He kisses your clavicle as he brings his free hand to unlatch your bra. You take it off, "You're lucky I'm good at multitasking." He says as he reinserts a finger into you and grabs your breast with his other hand.

He brings his mouth to the breast that he held, leaving small kisses on any part of it he could before nibbling after each peck, giving you lovebites. Two of his fingers curled and moved inside you as his he continued pressing on your clit with his thumb. You try to hold back any sound by bearing your teeth down on your lip. You subconsciously buck your hips into him as your body throbs. Your nerves are on fire as you begin to lose all composure. A strangled noise escapes your throat and Adrian works even harder, twisting and trying to force his fingers deeper inside, feeling as much of you as he can. He tenderly moves his lips to your nipple and brushes his tongue across it. You finally allow yourself to dissolve into pleasure, a moan starts to escape your lips but it is quickly cut off by Adrian kissing you. You pull away from his mouth, allowing yourself to breath out before he places his hand on your cheek and brings you back, hungrily swirling his tongue around yours as you whine, unable to make any other sound as you climax, quivering beneath him, hands gripping the fabric of the couch like you fear you'll fly away if you don't, eyes squeezed shut.

As you begin to start to come down from your high, you feel him pull away from the kiss and take his hand out of your pants. You look back at him with watery eyes, body still tingling and breaths still heavy from the after-effects. "You know gagging is usually done with something other than your boyfriend's mouth right?"

"My hands were busy, what else was I supposed to do?"

"You said I was allowed to moan." You sit up properly, you had sunk a bit into the couch during that whole ordeal.

"Yeah, and you said I needed to earn it. I think I did that, aren't I allowed to do whatever I want with what I earn?"

"Oh please, you know you earned it, not think. Stop being coy." You catch a glimpse of his erection, still pressing against his pants. Watching him uncomfortably try to hide it you salivate, almost in preparation for what you were about to offer. "I can think of something else you have earned." You look back to his eyes.

He is confused for a moment before realizing what you mean, "Oh, you don't have to."

"Do you not want me to?"

"No, I definitely do." He responds so fast he almost combines his words. "I just don't want you to think you have to."

"You are such a fucking simp." You jest as you slide yourself off the couch and to the floor.

"What? For caring about your feelings?"

You make your way to him, now sitting on your feet in front of him. As you pull off his sweatpants you continue teasing him, "I don't know man, seems pretty gay and simplike to me."

He scoots himself closer to the edge of the couch and rests his elbows on his knees, looking directly at you, "You're the one trying to suck my dick so who's really the gay simp?"

You push him gently back so you can pull his underwear down off his cock. He lays his head against the back of the couch, watching the ceiling. You bring your eyes down, "Hmm, sources still say you."

He laughs a bit, "You know last time you were on your knees in front of me-" He holds the last letter for a bit as you surprise him mid-sentence and your lips part around his cock, tongue swirling around the tip. He impulsively brings his hand to the back of your head, but he tries to stop himself from pushing you further down on him, instead opting to grip your hair. You take him in deeper, pulling a groan from him. He breathes in sharply, "You are so fucking good at that." he blurts out.

You remove him from your mouth to look back at him, he returns your gaze, his eyebrows lowered in confusion. His hand still pulling slightly on your hair, "I haven't even done anything yet, Adrian."

"I just thought I should compliment you. Praise, right?"

You can't hold back your wide grin, "But I hadn't done anything of substance." your words come out alongside a gentle laugh. His hand relaxes, now simply held against your hair.

"You look really hot on your knees...?"

Your grin shrinks to a smirk, "Thank you, Adrian. Can I please continue now?"

"Don't let me stop you."

You roll your eyes before returning to what you were doing. You trace your tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the salty precum that had formed there before surrounding it with your mouth again. "Christ." You hear him plead, taking that as encouragement you begin to bob your head slightly, starting at a slow rhythmic pace. You focus your eyes on him as you do so, his neck stretched and his head against the couch. You see his chest rise and fall with each hitched breath. His adam's apple moving as he tries to gulp down his grunts and moans. You hollow your cheeks and go further down the length of him, taking more in and increasing the speed. Your tongue tracing and gliding across his member. You bring your hands up to his hips as your mouth instinctively lubricates itself, a small amount of drool dripping from your lips.

He thrusts his hips a bit and whines, nonverbally begging you to take just a little more. You don't humor him, not yet. You liked hearing him whimper, seeing him squirm. You do however tilt your head slightly and once again increase your pacing, what started as gentle, slow has now evolved into something merciless and unrelenting. You hear him grunt and feel his cock twitch a bit in your mouth. Without realizing he clutches your hair like he was afraid someone would come and yank you away at any moment. He forces your head down and his cock hits the back of your throat. Your eyes water as you try not to gag, you feel hips jerking and you hear his breaths get heavier and louder. You dig your nails into his hip and he tilts up his pelvis, hitting the back of your throat again before flooding your mouth with his cum. He strainedly shouts obscenities as you swallow what was already flowing down your throat. You feel a few tears run down your cheeks from you trying not to choke. You move one hand to his stomach, feeling his tensed abdominal muscles and the small patch of hair there. You try to focus on breathing and not gagging and embarrassing him.

After a moment his hand relaxes and he lowers his hips. You pull your mouth off of him, saliva, cum, and tears dripping off your face. Taking a moment to breathe, you feel a cat rub up against your legs. Adrian's yells must've woke her, "Well, good thing you didn't do that earlier, hun. Would've been awkward as hell." You comment with a partly scratchy voice.

"What?" Adrian breathes, still looking at the ceiling to ground himself.

"Cat, Adrian. You woke her and now she wants attention." you explain as you pet her. She decides you aren't petting her properly and discontent, makes her way to her water. You stand up, trying to not fall over with your legs having fallen asleep beneath you. Before collapsing onto the couch, you pull up Adrian's boxer briefs.

You roll your head to see him in his post-orgasm fog. His hair sticks to his forehead, which was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His glasses lay slightly crooked on his splotchy face, his eyes glazed over with pleasure and slowly blinking, his mouth slightly agape. You decide your hurting throat was worth it to see the pretty face in front of you. He takes a deep breath while adjusting his glasses before looking back at you. His expression turns to one of worry as he brings his hand to your cheek, wiping at your tear stains with his thumb. "I didn't mean to-"

You place your hand on his, "It's ok Adrian. It's a natural reaction to...choking." You couldn't think of another word. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to satiate his concern.

A slight frown forms on his lips, "I choked you?"

"That does tend to happen when you push someone's head down and thrust into their throat, yeah." You smile in an attempt to show that you were ok.

He looks away from you, jerking his head a bit in anger clearly directed at himself, "Dammit..."

You sit up and guide his face back to look at you with your hand, "If I wasn't ok with it, you would have known. I'm strong enough to push back against your hand if I need to." He furrows his brow as he looks back at you before scooting closer and using the scraps of the shirt that hung off his arms, he wipes at your chin, cleaning you up. "You're terrible..." you quip.

"I thought you said it was ok?"

"No, it's just...you're far too nice to me. I don't deserve it."

"Of course you deserve it. If anything I don't deserve you."

You move to rest your head on his chest, "You deserve the world, Adrian."

"Well, it's too bad I only want you I guess. And a few other things."

"Peacemaker, is he one of the few other things?" He keeps his mouth shut. You giggle at his silence, tracing your finger across his body. You come across a few scars, some older and faded, some newer and still pink. You feel them with your fingertips, "I never noticed these before..."

He grabs your hand, slipping his fingers through. "You don't need to worry about those."

"You can't stop me. Oddly enough I care about your wellbeing. Fights?"

You listen to his breathing, waiting for his answer. "Yeah." You sigh, "Hey you're one to talk," He brings his hand, still intertwined with yours, to one of your own scars on your side. It was from a crazed criminal slicing you with a broken bottle a few years back. You would've avoided it but you were too focused on helping Vigilante, who was still new to the business and had gotten his shin cut. "Don't think I haven't noticed these. Or all the times you showed up to work or my house limping, bruised, or bloody."

"I just...get into trouble a lot. That's all." He sighs deeply, his grip on your hand tightening.

He kisses the top of your head, holding it for a moment. Your stomach does the usual flutter and your lips curve into a content smile. "Can you promise me something?"

"Not really big on those..." He sits up, and you lift your head. You gaze at each other, his face serious.

"Promise I won't lose you?"

Your heart drops along with your expression, "You seriously expect me to promise something I have little to no control over? Promise to never get sick and die, promise to never be forced to move, promise to never get killed?" You desperately joke, forcing a smile.

"Just promise that you'll try?"

Your smile fades and you press your lips together, a lump forming in your throat. The silence in the few moments before you answer is deafening. Your chin begins to tremble but you clench your jaw so Adrian doesn't see. Your heart didn't want you to lie to him, but your mind knew you couldn't possibly tell him the truth. You didn't want to lose him and the only alternative to that was him losing you. "I promise." You manage to squeak out before you place your head back to its spot on his chest.

"Okay." he quietly says before wrapping his arms around you. Your eyes water, but you don't allow a single tear to fall. You wrap your arms around him as well, holding tight, wishing you could just stay there, wishing you would never have to break his heart, wishing you could just live a normal life and be with him. You knew it could never be, but it was a nice thought, a nice fantasy to think about while you lay there in each other's arms. Unbeknownst to you, Adrian had the same thoughts.

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haikyuuthots · 3 years

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can i get a Tsukishima Kei X reader hurt/comfort fic? ty! love ur works sm :)

Hurt feelings - Tsukishima Kei

Pairing: reader x Tsukishima Kei

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: curse words, some arguing, but there’s fluff at the end!!!

Synopsis: You’re his person, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt your feelings.

A/n: thank u for requesting babe & thank u for liking my stuff, means so much to me!! Tsukishima is my main boo, I always love writing for him 😌. I hope you like this 💕

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You weren’t trying to be clingy, that’s the last thing you’d ever want to be, but it feels like you haven’t seen your boyfriend in weeks, which is weird because you guys literally live together.

Tsukishima, just started working at a museum, and you worked as a barista in a small cafe. Lately, you haven’t been able to see him much, because you worked mornings and he worked afternoons. So whenever you were coming out he was barely going in, meaning that you’d only have a brief greeting. It’s weird how much you’ve missed him, even though he wasn’t really gone.

Finally today, you both had your day off from work, but Tsukishima has been stuck all day in his desk doing homework/late work he hasn’t finished, he was still very new at trying to juggle schoolwork and real work.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated, you want to be near him and hang out with him, because it feels like you haven’t had a real conversation with him in forever.

You peek over your shoulder for what felt like the 100th time today. Your boyfriend is still in his seat, with a stressed expression on his face while he continues to scribble down information. You contemplate whether or not you should try to convince him to take a break. You knew how agitated Tsukishima could get whenever he was stressed like this, and the last thing you wanted to do was bother him any further.

After thinking about it for a minute you finally decide to talk to him, in attempts of trying to help him relax. You walk over to his desk, and you’re now standing behind him.

Tsukishima feels your presence but decides to ignore you, not wanting to engage in any conversation until he was done doing this work. You lightly place your hand on his neck,

“Baby” you coo.

“Hmm?” He hums out. His eyes never leaving the paper

You gently wrap your arms around him, and place your chin on his shoulder “you need a break.” You quietly say

“Y/n. Not now.” Tsukishima, lightly takes you off of him, pushing you to the side a bit.

You’re a bit hurt from his actions, you knew he was stressed, but could it hurt him to at least feign interest?

“Tsukishima. You’ve been at it for hours, just take a small break. we can eat, you haven’t eaten all day.” You say, your voice sounding a bit more frustrated than before

Tsukishima slams his pencil on the desk “god dammit y/n I said not now!” He briefly yells out

You’re taken aback by his tone. You were looking out for him, so why was he yelling at you for that? Quickly your attitude changes from a caring girlfriend to an upset one

“Why are you yelling at me?? I’m looking out for you! God dammit we haven’t had alone time in weeks and now that we finally do, you can’t even sit down with me for 5 fucking minutes for one meal!”

Tsukishima turns around, and is now facing you, “this is what it’s about? You’re fucking lonely?” He lets out a sarcastic laugh “you’re so annoying. I have a shitload of work to do, and you’re bothering me with this bullshit?”

His words sting you, you’d expect he’d miss you as much as you missed him, but hearing his mocking tone, hurt your feelings

“Stop it Tsukishima. You’re being mean.” You try your best to hold back tears

“Oh my god.” He rubs his hands against his face “are you really doing this right now?” He’s looking up at you, with an unamused face “fuck, I don’t have time for this. Go cry about it somewhere else, I don’t care.”

You couldn’t believe how incredibly rude he was being. Of course you knew Tsukishima and you knew how mean he could be, but he’s never once dismissed your feelings. Any time you’d tell him, he was being too mean he’d always apologize and hold back, but now he was doing the complete opposite.

“You’re a fucking asshole!!” You yell out, storming out of the room and slamming the door behind you.

You’re beyond hurt with his behavior, you didn’t even want to be under the same roof as him. Quickly you head over to get your car keys grabbing your nearest sweater, you make your way out the front door.

Tsukishima’s body jolts up the second he hears the front door close. In an instant, he makes his way to the living room, when he notices that you’ve left he quickly runs after you. Unfortunately you were already in the car, and even though he tried to stop you from driving off, you did anyway.

“FUCK!” He yells out, as he slowly loses sight of you

You’re doing your best not to cry as you drive away, noticing Tsukishima’s standing body get smaller the further you go.

You had no idea where you were headed, all you knew was you needed space, because the anger you felt towards him at the moment was something you never wanted to feel.

Tsukishima quickly runs into the house, instantly grabbing his phone to dial your number. The first two times it goes directly to voicemail, but you finally pick up the third.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” He yells out, you can hear the desperation in his voice, but you were too upset to care

“You told me to go cry about it somewhere else right? So don’t fucking worry bout it. It’s none of your concern.” And with that you hang up.

“FUCK” Tsukishima angrily throws his phone across the room, “ARE YOU FICKING KIDDING ME?” He smacks his hand on the kitchen counter, trying to release the built up frustration.

Resting his elbows on the counter, he buries his hands in his face “I fucked up.” He whispers to himself, in absolute regret

He didn’t want to hurt your feelings, he didn’t mean anything he said. He missed you, of course he did, but juggling work and school, was tearing him up, unknowingly the change in routine was making him bitter, but he knew you had nothing to do with it. He hated himself, for hurting the only person that brought him peace.

He walks over to pick up his phone, and he begins typing on the now slightly cracked screen

“I’m so fucking sorry. Please come back whenever you’re ready. I don’t deserve you, and I know that but I love you. I love you so much, i don’t want you to go. Please, just come back y/n. I’ll be waiting for you.”

2 hours later, Tsukishima finally hears the front door open, and he instantly runs to it.

You walk in, your eyes a bit swollen , and your face a little red

Tsukishimas heart breaks at the sight, feeling angry at himself knowing that he’s the reason you look like that.

He quickly runs over to you, engulfing you in a tight hug. You don’t reciprocate.

“Baby.” He breathes out, still squeezing you. “I’m so fucking sorry. I’m such an asshole.” He continues speaking “you deserve so much better, someone who won’t hurt you the way I did.”

He’s trying his best to choke back tears, his voice cracking a bit “but I love you. I love you so much, I let out my frustrations on you and you didn’t deserve it, but please, don’t leave me.”

You finally wrap your arms, around him as you let small tears fall form your face. “Tsukki- it’s ok-“

“No” he cuts you off, “it’s not okay, it’ll never be okay. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

You’re finally looking up at him, and you place your hand on his cheek “you’re right. it wasn’t okay, but you know that and that’s important.”

He leans his forehead on yours, “can I kiss you?” You nod your head yes and seeing that, Tsukishima connects, his lips to yours. The kiss was full of love, and passion. In a swift move he picks you and you wrap your legs around his waist. Walking you over the couch he sits you on his lap and he briefly pulls away.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says as he stares lovingly into your eyes “of course I missed you. You’re the only person I look forward to seeing every day.”

You lightly smile at his words as he continues speaking

“I hate not spending time with you.”

You once again lean your forehead on his as you lightly caress his face, looking into his eyes you respond “do me a favor, if you ever feel overwhelmed please just tell me, so we never have to fight like this again.”

“I promise.”

With that you kiss him again, wrapping your arms around his neck.

As you two pull away, Tsukishima breaks the subtle silence. “So what does my pretty girl want to do? I’m here for you all day, fuck that extra work.”

You smile brightly “I just want to be with you Kei, doesn’t matter where.”

“I know where we can go.”

You look up at him an amused expression on your face “you do? Where?”

“You’ll know when we get there.”

You both change into different clothes, and get ready to drive out. It was only a 10 minute drive from your house. When you arrive, your heart flutters the second you recognize the area.

You both were standing in the middle of a field in the park. The sky was filled with stars and the pond next you was sparkling.

You look up at Tsukishima, smiling

“Is this-“

“Where we had our first kiss?” He cuts you off “yeah.”

You look around as you’re reminded of the special memory.

“This place is special to me, because I was with you.”

“Kei.” Your heart flutters at his words, he was never one to explicitly express how he was feeling, so listening to him made you feel happy.

“I just want you to know, that no matter what I say or do, or don’t say or do. You matter to me.” He’s not looking at you as he speaks, but you just know every word he said is genuine.

“I love you Kei.”

Tsukishima finally looks down at you, leaning his face closer to your he speaks

“I love you too.”

Now kissing him under the stars, in the same place you first realized you truly loved him, you can easily say that even though you fight and disagree, he was your person, your soulmate, there was no doubt about it.

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sodasback · 3 years

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Ex BF - Part 2

Drew Starkey x Reader

Part 1

You guys, I changed my mind, this one just works so much better as a Drew Starkey fic ...so fuck it, I’m just gonna post what I had on my deactivated blog.��

It had been months since you ran into Josh on set at Drew’s work. Luckily, Drew was only in a couple scenes for that project and he only worked on that show one more day without running into Josh. Now, you, Drew and a lot of the Outer Banks crew were all in LA again and going out to a bar.

Unfortunately for you, and everyone that night, Josh and his friends were at the same bar.

“Oh hey, it’s y/n and her movie star boyfriend, Andrew.” Josh said as he appeared next to you and drunkenly leaned an arm on your shoulder. If looks could kill, the look on Drew’s face would have for sure been the death of Josh. It was a mixture of shock and rage at the audacity of this guy. Drew was so taken aback, he didn’t know how to react.

You uncomfortably chuckled and squirmed out from under Josh’s arm to stand in front of Drew quickly, not knowing if Drew’s truly calm nature could be tested any further. “Mhmm, great to see you Josh.” You stated dismissively.

Your effort to separate them was lost as Drew instantly and easily maneuvered you behind him protectively. You turned for the bar as quickly as possible, hoping to end the situation there, so you grabbed Drew’s hand to pull him along with you.

“Aww, y/n/n, you’re not gonna stay and let me get to know your little boyfriend?”

You felt dead weight behind you as you tried to pull Drew away.

“Bro, I’m telling you right now, back the fuck off.” Drew stated. You whirled around to get in front of him, as Josh took a step forward and titled his chin up, “Or what?”

You put your hands on Drew’s chest. He easily looked over your head to continue glaring at Josh.

“Drew” you said sternly. He glanced down at you for a second, before looking back up at Josh. Josh smirked and waited to see what Drew was gonna do. “He’s not worth it. Trust me.” You said. Drew looked down at you and softened.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder an you wrapped both arms around his waist to walk to the bar.

“You know, as hot as you are when you get all scary like that. I really really don’t want you getting in a fight because I have an absolutely horrible ex boyfriend.”

You emphasized the first part of this sentence, but Drew just gave you a deadpan stare. He knew you were trying to flirt with him to get him to relax. And you knew it was too late at this point. As evolved and emotionally intelligent as Drew was, he had now entered caveman mode. Josh challenging him because of you triggered instincts deep within him to meet that challenge aka defending your honor. ...1 point toxic masculinity, 0 points non-violent female empowerment.

At this point in your life, you were happy. You had everything you wanted in your career. You had a beautiful apartment. Your family was healthy. You had the best friends you could ask for. And of course, you had Drew. Drew was the one. He was your soulmate. Your best friend. And you knew it. You didn’t feel the need to put Josh in his place any more. You just wanted to keep enjoying your life. You had time to make peace with what Josh did to you and you felt like you moved past it and him. Yeah, you felt like you were past it, you tried to convince yourself. It had been years since the incident happened and you and Josh broke up...

Flashback

You and Josh were 20 and had been on and off for a couple years. One night, you had both been out, when you started fighting, something that wasn’t new to your relationship. Josh had been flirting with another girl a lot of the night and gaslighting you to make you feel like you were imagining it. As you brought up the flirting again, he was reaching for his car keys. You were pissed that he was using this tactic again. He would leave until you calmed down and started to worry about him so much that you would just finally give in and forget the fight, instead of holding him accountable. You were so mad at him for making you feel like you were crazy and for always manipulating you by leaving. You couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth, “Sure, just leave again. Fucking typical, Josh. Like father, like son, I guess.”

And before you could even process what happened, the whole right side of your face was stinging, a cut near eye was bleeding from his ring and your ears were ringing. Josh had just backhanded you hard. Time stood still for a moment as your hand went to cradle your cheek. You were absolutely shocked.

“Oh fuck. You okay?”

You finally looked up at him with an unreadable expression on your face. “..don’t make this a big deal, okay? That was a really shitty thing to say and you just made me so mad, I couldn’t help i-” At that point, you stormed into the bedroom and locked the door. He now was faced with you being upset and maybe even losing you; he started knocking on the door and apologizing profusely after realizing your reaction. You were completely blocking out all the noise coming from the other side of the door as you tried to gather your thoughts.

Okay, that was a really low blow. Yeah, but he HIT you.

I definitely shouldn’t have said that. But he HIT you.

Maybe I deserved it. No, he HIT you. You continued to argue with yourself.

What would you tell your y/bff’s/n if this happened to her?

What would your mom or dad tell you right now?

If he did it once, he could do it again.

...this isn’t the first time you’ve been scared of him.

...but he seems genuinely really sorry.

You opened the door to find Josh sitting on the ground leaning against the wall. He looked at you scared and hopeful, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry for what I said. It was really unfair and hurtful of me.” You stated genuinely.

Relief washed over his face for a second, “I’m so sorry baby. I swear that will never happen again.” He said, as he got up and he started to make his way to hug you.

“Yeah, I know it will never happen again...” you held your hand out to stop him from touching you, confusion now evident in his expression, “because we’re done.”

His face dropped, expression now being somewhere between confused, angry and disappointed. Josh wasn’t used to you putting up boundaries and not letting him get away with all the shit he pulled. “Y/N-” he started.

“No.” You said adamantly, “Frankly, I don’t care how sorry you are. I don’t care how much I pissed you off. I don’t care how much you promise that will never happen again. Our relationship was toxic before what just happened. I know I’m not perfect and I have a lot of things to work on. But I 1000% know in my bones, that I WILL NEVER let you hit me again. I deserve better. We’re done. I’m going to my parents’ house. I’m coming back tomorrow between 10 and 2 to get my stuff. Don’t be here.”

A couple months later, you had a text from an unknown number. It was Josh borrowing a friend’s phone to text you, since you blocked any way he had to contact you. He apologized. He held himself accountable. There was no deflecting or manipulating in the message and he promised he would never contact you again. You replied: “Thank you for your apology. Yes, I’d appreciate it if you don’t contact me again.”

And that was it. You ran into him briefly at the grocery store once and you had been in a really good mood. Your interaction was light and almost flirty. You felt so ashamed about it later, but you hadn’t seen or heard from Josh again until years later, with Drew on set. And little did you know, seeing you with Drew set something off in Josh that he just couldn’t let go.

As you stood at the bar, waiting for the bartender’s attention, you turned to see the caveman version of your gorgeous boyfriend still glaring, his fists clenching and unclenching.

“Babe.” You said and he looked at you.

“He’s got fuckin nerve.” He said shaking his head and you took a deep breath ready for the rant, “First off, called me a movie star. I am a serious actor, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Drew being offended anything this asshole said and Drew’s eyes widened at you and you stifled a giggle while you laced your hands around his neck to appease him, “Mhmm” you encouraged.

“And then he called me ‘Andrew’“ Drew went on. And you nodded and gave him a sympathetic pout, “I know, I heard.”

“And THEN, he has the AUDACITY to put his fucking arm around you?! Bro, I’m heateddddd-” He continued, barely paying attention to you as you leaned your body against his. You ignored the fact that he just called you bro and tried a different tact.

“Drew, stop. You can’t get into a bar fight. Think about your job.”

“I don’t care about my job. I care about you.”

“That’s not true. You do care about your job. And I know you care about me. But if you get into a fight right now, it’s not gonna change what he did to me. It was a long time ago. We’re not together anymore. I’m over it. Punching him is not gonna do anything except jeopardize your future.”

Drew still had his fight face on, “Well, knocking that smirk off his fucking face would sure make me feel better.” He said and you scowled at him. “And for the record, I don’t think you’re over it. And you don’t have to be. You never have to be over it. And that doesn’t mean you aren’t fucking strong and badass.”

You were quiet as you contemplated what Drew said. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before looking at you. “Okay” he said softly.

“Thank you” you said softly before you pulled him down to kiss him. After a minute of you successfully distracting him with a pretty passionate slow kiss, you felt Drew melt a little.

“Hey, I’m sorry. Do you want to leave? Like do you not feel like being out anymore?” He asked sweetly.

“No, I’m okay. He’s just being a drunk asshole.” You turned away to grab the drinks the bartender poured for you and Drew, “We probably won’t even see him for the rest of the night.”

You turned back and realized caveman Drew was now glaring at Josh again as you spoke, “..or not.” You rolled your eyes.

Despite the bad beginning, you and your friends ended up having fun as the night went on. And you and Drew proceeded to drink. Which was probably not the smartest decision. You were both feistier when you drank and you knew Drew’s natural state of calmness was only going to wear off as the night went on.

Eventually, you had to go to the bathroom. But you didn’t trust Josh to not instigate something with Drew while you were gone and you didn’t trust Drew to not try and avenge your honor while you were gone either. So you found Austin, Chase and JD. Chase and JD were only half-listening as they watched whatever game was on the tvs at the semi-crowded bar.

“Guys, I need you to watch Drew while I go pee.” You said. Drew rolled his eyes and hung his head back with a groan.

“What’s the rig?” Austin asked, ironically using his favorite word as he put one arm on your shoulder and the other on Drew’s.

“Drew is trying to fight my ex-boyfriend and you need to stop him from ruining his career and/or going to jail for assault.” You looked at Drew as you finished your sentence remind him that he could get in serious trouble for getting in a fight. Drew scoffed as Austin looked to him for confirmation of what you were saying.

“He called me a movie star dude” Drew said.

“Oooff” Austin agreed that this was a major dig.

“And then he called me ‘Andrew’“

“Ahhh man” Austin commiserated, “This kid deserves to get hit for sure.”

“Austin!” You scolded, “You are not helping!”

“Bro, that’s not even half of it. Like what he did to Y/N; he deserves to get the absolute shit beat out of him, I promise you-”

“Okay, stop! We’re not discussing this. Chase, JD, you are in charge of Drew. Keep him occupied while I go pee and don’t let him ruin his entire life by getting in a stupid bar fight. And Austin, stop encouraging him and keep your mouth shut til I get back please!” You commanded, as you pushed Drew and Austin toward Chase and JD. JD gave you a salute while he put his arm around Drew’s shoulders.

While you were gone, Drew was drunk and spilling all your business, trying to get all 3, also drunk, boys on his side. “Guys, you don’t even know. This guy is the biggest asshole.”

“Wait, is he really? Or do you just not like him because he’s y/n’s ex?” JD asked.

“No dude. First of all, he like cheated on her a bunch of times; he was super manipulative and .. he fucking hit her once dude.”

The all looked at each other, “What the fuck?!”

“Like hit her?”

“Yeahhhhhh, like physically hit her face.”

“Well you are completely justified, brother.”

“Yeah, we have your back man, whatever happens.” They all nodded and broke out of their little huddle.

“Look! No fighting!” Chase said proudly when you got back, opening up his arms.

“Good job Chase. Gold star” You said returning his quick side hug.

The group decided it was time to go to one more bar, so you all walked out the back ext into a big alley. Where, of course, Josh and his friends were smoking and noticed your crew before you noticed them.

“You think her movie star boyfriend knows what an uptight little prude she used to be?” Josh said to his friend loud enough for you to hear. You honestly didn’t even care about what Josh said, you knew he was trying to get Drew to react. And you knew even your sweet, soft Drew was not immune to anger getting the best of him. Drew stopped walking, still slightly turned away from Josh and just shook his head, not believing Josh’s audacity.

Even though the guys had been supportive when they were talking to Drew about fighting Josh, no one actually wanted that to happen. So Austin was quickly by Drew’s side, “Don’t do it bro. It’s not worth it.”

“Drew.” You said trying, to get him to focus on you. Unfortunately, you were with a group of boys full of testosterone and Chase was also feeling feisty and protective.

“Hey, why don’t you shut the fuck up bro” Chase said, taking a step toward Josh, but luckily a level-headed JD was immediately pushing Chase softly backward.

“Ooh maybe, she’s not such a prude anymore. Maybe she’s sleeping with the whole cast; they’re all so protective of her.” Josh laughed.

“Josh stop! What the fuck is wrong with you?” You yelled at him. And Drew was instantly moving in front of you, “You need to stop talking right now man.” Drew said in a tone that made the hair on your arms stand up. You could feel the tension rolling off Drew.

“Drew calm down. Please.” You pleaded as he looked down at you.

“Y/n, I can’t let him talk about you that way.”

“He’s trying to get under your skin. That’s what he wants.”

“Yeah, well it’s fucking working.”

“Drew, come on. Let’s just go home.” He began to give in as you pulled his arm.

Josh was obviously determined for a fight, because the next thing that came out of his mouth made it impossible for anyone to stop Drew.

“Hey good luck with y/n, man. I treated her like trash for years and she still came running back to me, bitch has got issu-” And before he could utter another word, Drew’s fist connected with his jaw.

“Fuck.” You cursed as your hands went through your hair and you backed up between Austin, Chase and JD.

Josh recovered and hit Drew in the eye.

You gasped. Turning into JD’s chest and he protectively wrapped his arms around you. Drew hit Josh again and he fell to the ground. Drew bent over him and punched him again. “Don’t you ever fucking talk about her again!” He yelled through gritted teeth, “Don’t look at her again. And if you EVER touch her again, I swear to God-” he spat in between a few more punches.

“Drew! Please!” You yelled and finally Austin pulled him back. “That’s enough, bro.”

“Come on” JD still had his arms around you, walking you away from everything.

Drew was breathing heavy and trying to overcome his adrenaline. You and JD were already around the corner with most of the group.

“Come on, let’s go” Chase ushered Drew away with Austin. And they followed in the same direction. Drew saw you walking ahead of him.

“Y/N” he called after you softly. You stopped and turned around. He was already right there enveloping you in his arms.

“Fuck y/n. I’m so sorry.” He muttered kissing the top of your head. You just kept holding each other while the group called Ubers.

You pulled away from him a little, “Are you okay?” You asked trying to get a look at the bruise forming on his face. “Yeah, baby. I’m fine. I’m so sorry I did that. I’m sorry I put you in this situation.” He said, hugging you again. After a long pause, you pulled up and looked up at him:

“Thank you.” You stated genuinely and Drew looked at you surprised. But while you continued to look at each other, you both understood without saying anything more. You both knew it wasn’t okay that Drew just got in a fight. And you both knew you didn’t need your boyfriend to defend you honor, but you were thankful someone finally had.

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lilacmeadows · 3 years

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Made For You pt.1

Okay so this is gonna be a series. My FIRST series. So go easy on me pretty please. I’ve never written smut, and I know nobody wants badly written smut. So we’ll see about that. But this one is definitely gonna be more of a slow burn. Maybe 4 chapters? Yeah. I like that. 4 chapters. I’ve just been thinking about this idea for a while and I wanna get into writing. I hope someone likes this.

BUCKY X READER

Summary: Hydra had just finished training you to be the Winter Soldier’s perfect mate when the Avengers saved him. But what’s going to happen to you now that Hydra has deleted your old life and left you with nothing but a soldier that needs to learn to love himself before he can love someone else.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (coming soon)

WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, explicit language, eventual dom/sub dynamics, mentions of captivity and kidnapping. violence- guns, mutual pining, eventual smut, fluff, angst if you squint (must be 18+)

WORD COUNT: 2k

PART ONE

She’s so used to quiet in her quaint bedroom. The faint whirring of the air conditioner, sounds of footsteps and machinery being rolled outside her door, the music they would play for her when she was extra good that week.

So when she was awoken to gunshots and yelling, y/n was anxious and didn’t know what to do. She backed into the corner of the room furthest from the door and shut her eyes. Hopefully, if she stayed quiet and unseen, things would resolve itself, and she wouldn’t see any violence come her way.

Luckily for her, after what felt like hours later, the sounds quieted down. The gunshots were less frequent and finally came to a stop. She waited for a few moments before sitting on her bed with intentions of continuing her knitting. She wasn’t allowed many activities, but this was one luxury the Men didn’t mind since she hadn’t had any violent outbursts in a long time. She hated being shocked, and she liked knitting.

But the quiet didn’t last long. Minutes later, she could hear footsteps approaching her room. Too late to go back into her corner without being heard through the ‘doggie door’ the Men used to pass her food twice a day, she sat still and slowed her breathing.

‘Anything on that floor?’ She heard one male voice say from further away.

‘Not yet. Mostly supply closets on this floor, but I’ll check them all.’ Said a voice from much closer. He couldn’t have been more than 10 feet away from her door. She could tell they were American like her because they didn’t have the funny accents the Men all had. Gripping her plastic knitting needles tightly in one hand she braced herself for the intrusion.

Her door cracked open a little, then quickly opened all the way.

“Cap, you need to see this.” The man called over his shoulder. “Are you alright ma’am?”

“Yes. I’m fine, sir.” Her small voice replied, a little rough from lack of use, but still remarkably sweet.

“Who are you? Do you know where you are?” He approached her slowly, taking in her meager appearance, but also watching out for the pointy sticks she has a death grip on.

“My name is y/n. I’m in my room.” She replied. Starting to feel very uneasy by this stranger, but also not thinking that he would hurt him. She had been here for so long, it was strange seeing a tall, black man enter her bedroom. Only trainers and watchers were allowed to enter her bedroom.

“What is it?” Another, taller man asked, but his question was soon answered when his eyes landed on the girl sitting on her bed with her tucked gently under her. He immediately noticed her lack of decent clothing, and it caused a blush to creep up his neck.

“We have a girl here, possibly a hostage, maybe an experiment. She doesn’t look like she particularly wants to be rescued.” The first man said to the other, who’s slowly entering the room while trying not to stare at her thin, flimsy, cotton dress.

“Hi, I’m Steve, this is Sam. Do you know where you’re from?” The blonde man said to her while crouching down to be at her eye level. She nodded her head yes. “Well we’re the good guys. We’re here to save you. Do you want to come with us so we can take you home?”

She had to contemplate for a minute. It had been so long since she got here that she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to leave. These men looked sincere, but she knew if she left and was caught, she’d be punished terribly. But if the gunshots meant anything, there would be nobody to punish her. Which means she can’t stay regardless because there would be nobody to take care of her either.

“Did you kill my watchers?” She looked at the blond man after a few quiet seconds. Steve and Sam made eye contact and had a whole argument in silence before Sam spoke up.

‘Yes, we did. But they were bad men. They were keeping you here. But you’re free now. You just gotta follow us, and we’ll get you out of here.’ Sam said, gently. Not wanting her to think they’re cold blooded murderers, but also trying to rush this meeting along so they can board the quinjet, where the rest of the team was waiting.

Steve held one of his hands out to her, which she hesitantly took- knitting needles and purple ball of yarn in her other hand. She thought about grabbing her sweaters, but they weren’t kept in her room. Quite frankly, she had no idea where they were. The Men didn’t allow her to keep the things she learned to knit in her room. But they would give her back a sweater during the cold months. So she just followed the two men awkwardly. Them taking large, hard steps towards parts of the building she had never seen, and her dainty footsteps lagging behind. The trainers taught her to walk with a ladylike gait, on the balls of her feet with barely any pressure to her heels.

After many hallways and stairwells, they found themselves outside the building. The quinjet was parked close by, and y/n’s eyes almost jumped out of her head. Of course she had never seen anything like that before. The men led her onto the loading area which closed behind them.

“Take a break for sightseeing?” Said one man from the front of the jet. They couldn’t see her because of her small stature behind the two men.

“Actually, we found someone. Her name is y/n. She was in one of the rooms, top floor.” Steve said to the man, while fishing you out from behind his back.

She was met with eyes. Many pairs of eyes. All looking directly at her. Not used to all the attention, she looked down at her feet, which were bare as usual and slightly irritated from walking on various terrains. Her toes painted baby pink. Another luxury the Men allowed her. Some watchers were nicer than others. The shorter, fat one that came every other night would bring her a light, barely noticeable, polish that she was only allowed to put on her toes.

Being there wasn’t so terrible. She was 10 when they took her in 2006. She had a mom and older brother, and they lived in a town in Georgia. She often wonders what happened to them that morning when the Men put a rag over her face, and she woke up on a bed in the room that would become her new bedroom.

She didn’t leave the room often. There was a small bathroom across the hall from her room. The watcher would be standing guard outside her door, and she would let him know she would like to use the bathroom or bathe. He would have to stand in the room with her while she bathed, but after a while, they were kind enough to face the wall. She fought for a long time. Refusing to eat the food (which wasn’t terrible), screaming and crying, she even plotted the occasional failed attack. But then they started the shock therapy, and she learned. Being in that chair was brutal. Rewiring her brain into submission. Submission to the Men so they could train her. She had to be ready for the Soldat when he needed her. Why her? She didn’t ask and they didn’t tell her. She learned very quickly that she was only allowed to speak when spoken to.

Make the Soldat happy. That was her mission. She had been told that phrase so many times that she heard it in her sleep. She had never seen or met him, but she was being trained to be his. A possession he could have control over during the brief times he was unfrozen. She was to listen to him, obey, sleep with him, and just make him happy because the mind controlling words were having less and less of an effect, and the Men were afraid he would lash out and massacre them all.

But it doesn’t seem like she’ll be fulfilling her life goal after all because now she’s in the air with a group of people looking at her like she has two heads. A woman with pretty red hair, a man with a large bow, and a man with nice glasses towards the front of the jet, were on one side. On the other was a blond man with very long hair, standing up to talk to a man in a purple shirt, and a man sitting by himself with long brown hair. All of their stares were pointed at her, but his seemed to go through her. Like he had x-ray vision and could read her mind.

“Y/n, you can have a seat right there.” Sam said, pointing to an empty seat next to the redhead who only squinted at her. “That’s Natasha. She’s nicer than she looks.”

“No, I’m not.” She said, making eye contact with y/n. “But we’re glad to have you aboard.” Natasha finished, the slightest smile forming at the girl.

“Um... Cap, where are her clothes?” The man from before asked Steve.

“I don’t know. This is what she was wearing, and I didn’t see a wardrobe anywhere, Tony.” Steve sighed, obviously exasperated by even the thought of a conversation with Tony.

Tony looked at the girl expectantly. Was he waiting for her to chime in? Because he’d be waiting a long time. She was trained very well. Talking out of turn was one of the first rules she learned.

“Sweetheart, are you alright? Do you want something to cover up? We have blankets. What about water? You thirsty? Does she even understand a word I’m saying?” Tony’s last question was aimed at the men she entered with.

“I understand. I’m sorry. I’m alright, sir.” And if the team was trying to keep their staring inconspicuous at first, they completely abandoned that when she spoke. Her voice was so small and smooth. Just a little weak from not talking much.

“How about we get you a blanket anyway so I can be a little more comfortable” He nodded towards Sam who left the room and returned with a large blanket. She hadn’t realized how cold she was or that her nipples were pointing through her thin dress. Or that the cotton dress was really just a white slip that was damn near see through.

Maybe the grumpy looking man on the other side of the jet does have x-ray vision.

“Thank you, sir.” Everyone had to be called Sir. She hadn’t been around any women, but she was pretty sure if they looked as serious as the one next to her, she’d call them Ma’am.

“Tony is fine.” He smiled at her.

“Hey. I’m Clint, by the way.” The man on Natasha’s other side said, turning his body to address her. “So, umm... What were you doing up there? Are you working for Hydra?” Other members of the team groaned and scolded him for being so blunt, even though they were secretly happy he asked because they also wanted to know.

“I was knitting.” She said simply. She was going to leave it at that, but she could see the way Clint’s eyebrows almost touched his hairline at her short reply. So she continued with the mantra she was raised with. “My purpose is to make the Soldat happy. He is my mission.”

She had never seen a room of people’s heads turn so fast. Eyes darting from her to the brooding man on the other side of the jet. He squinted his eyes, looking equally as confused.

She hadn’t realized that her mission was right in front of her.

part 2

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we-have-bangtan · 3 years

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BCO (Bangtan Crime Org.)

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Theme: Mafia au, poly au, smut (later), fluff, sassy female lead.

Warning: Swearing, gore, blood, smut.

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

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"So, what's the verdict?"

"Oh, she's totally lying. She didn't say a single true thing the entire time she was sitting there. I'm sure if you asked her what color the sky was she would say 'red'." Jin answered as the seven of them gathered inside Namjoon’s office.

“so what do we do now?” Jimin asked, looking at the monitor, she didn’t even try to free herself considering the fact that they had tied her pretty loosely.

“Yoongi hyung, I think you should go in” Namjoon answered, looking into the monitor as well, there was something suspicious about this girl, she didn’t speak and if she did all she did was lie, she didn’t try to escape, she wasn’t even mildly panicking over the fact that the plan to kill atleast one of them had fail. She just sat there with a blank expression.

It irritated Namjoon, how calm she was, he watched patiently as Yoongi hyung went to get the work done, get the girl to tell them something. She was extremely young, younger than Jungkook who was 24 and sipping on banana milk while looking at the monitor as Yoongi came into view.

“Hello little girl” Yoongi greeted, the girl huffed, “Take a seat, this is going to take a long time” she jested, jerking her head towards the empty chair across the table from her, “how kind of you” Yoongi retorted as he took the seat, she rolled her eyes at him.

He got comfortable, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his collar, “So, what’s your name?” he asked, no response, “well then I’ll go first, my name in Min Yoongi, I’m the right hand man” he continued but was quickly interrupted by the girl, “Didn’t your friend already tell you my name? aish, you guys are so boring” she snapped, “boring?” Yoongi questioned, he had actually got a name from Jin hyung but they weren’t sure if she was lying or not.

“so you weren’t lying about that?” he asked, “of course not!” the girl said, her voice full of disbelief, So your name is actually Susan?”, “yes.”, “well that’s funny cuz Jin hyung told me your name was Mary” Yoongi retorted, a smirk taking over his features, “That’s my middle name” She answered, he breathed out a laugh at how hard she was trying, he would have pitied her if she hadn’t tried to kill them.

“Why do you keep lying?” he asked as he got up from his seat, he really didn’t want to hurt this pretty girl but he had no choice, if he needed information he would have to hurt her. She didn’t answer hid question, “is it loyalty?” he asked as he got closer to her, picking up the knife on the table on the way.

“Maybe.” she said, Yoongi ran a finger down the blade in his hand, “look, you tell me everything we need and we’ll let you go” he offered, “No.” was the answer he got, making him sign, “look, you don’t talk you get hurt, I doubt you want to get hurt” he warned looking her in the eye, she simply stared back at him before speaking again, “I like getting hurt”. The fuck, Yoongi thought, she was just like Jin hyung, no wonder Jin hyung had been so frustrated with only 10 minutes of her, but Yoongi wasn;t one to give up easily, he prided himself on his interrogation technique and he was going to get this girl to spill the beans.

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“Do you think she’ll actually talk?” Taehyung asked, he could see why Jin hyung was so frustrated, having to interrogate someone who spoke just like him was difficult especially if they had Jin hyung’s way of deviating from the topic and a phd in the nonsense game.

The six of them payed closer attention to the pictures taken of the girl, she refused to tell them her name, Jungkook had been the one to spot her in the dealership area, atop a building with a sniper gun pointed straight at Namjoon’s head, the girl was clearly very ambitious for wanting to get done with Namjoon first.

“I don’t know, maybe we didn’t pressure her enough yet” Hobi answered Tae’s question, they all looked at the reports that the mafia members had given them, looking for any and all ways that the girl could have come in through, they couldn’t find any loop holes in the guard places.

“She’s so fucking annoying, oh my God” Jin exclaimed as he went through what he had gotten from her (which was basically nothing except for wrong information), “Glad to know you understand what it is like to ask you questions” Jimin retorted with a snigger making Jin glare at him.

“There was someone else with her on the terrace but they got away, she was even looking for them when we were taking her away” Jungkook said over Jin and Jimin’s bickering, “Any clue what that person looks like?” Namjoon asked as he looked at the pictures, the girl was pretty, she probably was a master in the skill of seduction with looks like that. Long, wavy brown hair and jet black eyes complimented her face structure, she clearly had a lot of skills other than being a sniped considering the fact that she had managed to get to the top of the building without being detected.

“All I saw was their back, he was very muscular and then he vanished into the street” Jungkook recalled, thinking a little harder to remember any of the details, “oh and he was wearing a cast, you know the kind they wear when they have a sprained hand, that one” he informed Namjoon who just nodded, a sprain bandage was easy to remove and the muscular back could apply to more than half of the mafia industry. They’d just have to wait and see if the girl gave up any information.

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“Now let us try again,” Yoongi coo’d pressing the knife to the girl’s thigh, “what is your name? and i want a real answer” he questioned, he watched the girl’s eyes shut with pain as the knife pierced her skin, it wasn’t a deep cut, just a slash to the top of her skin, not meant to kill, just to make her talk.

“That felt good, come on give me more” she choked out making Yoongi gape at her, was this girl insane or was she really into knife play to still be able to taunt him like this, he didn’t know anymore. He pressed his palm to the wound, blood coating his hand making her hiss, “your name darling” he asked again, pressing harder onto it. She shook her head, no, she was not going to talk to him yet. He just shook his head, pressing down harder onto the wound, her scream echoed through the room and outside as well making Jin wince outside.

“Yn, my name is Yn” she finally gave in, Yoongi’s hand coming off of her wound, “now, that wasn’t so hard was it, you wouldn’t have had to experience all that had you just answered me” he jested as he wiped his hand off on a rag, the gold rings on his fingers glinting in the yellow glow of the bulb that hung above the two of them.

“Now, Yn, onto the next question, who sent you?” he asked staring down at her, she didn’t answer, she just looked down at her bleeding thigh, refusing to meet his eye, “Speak up dear, unless you want to get hurt” he said, taking a step towards her, she still didn’t speak, he asked again as he ran the blood stained knife from the base of her neck to her chin, he didn’t hurt her, no, he just wanted to instill the fear inside her, it would be a shame to have to slice such a pretty throat, he thought to himself as he waited for an answer, no answer, his swiftly sliced her collarbone, blood seeping out of the cut. The girl hissed but didn’t say anything.

“Is this what you were told to do? give up your life but not give up information, are you really that loyal?” he continued, “Do you really think someone will come for you Yn? do you think they’ll rescue you from us? do you think you’ll get out of here alive?” he bugged as he brought the knife down on the side of her face, another sleek cut on her cheek. “Go away, you’re annoying” she groaned, not even bothering to try anything,Yoongi just laughed at her. She really was loyal, a little too loyal, if he had a person like her in his gang, he would reward her greatly for being so loyal because loyalty was something that was very rare in the mafia business.

“Ok then, why don’t you tell us how you got through our security instead” he offered, she contemplated for a moment before answering, “your security sucks, that’s how”, it pissed him off but he managed to keep his cool, “how so?” he asked, he genuinely wanted to know what was wrong with their security so he could chew Hobi out about it later. “Everything” she replied, “maybe be more specific,” he jabbed as he walked around the room when a sharp knock sounded on the door. “Come in” he permitted leading to Hoseok coming inside.

The two of them exchanged hushed whispers before Hoseok left again. Yoongi leaned against the table looking at the girl, he really did feel pity for her now. “We got a message from your people” he said as he toyed with the knife, her head shot up at the information, were they negotiating with Bangtan for her? were they going to rescue her? were they coming to get her? hope ran through her as she thought all the possibilities.

Yoongi looked back at her once Hoseok left the room, all he felt was pity for her but he wouldn’t show it on his face, nope. “They’re letting you go.” he informed watching as her eyes widened at the news, “look, just tell us what we need and we’ll let you go as well” he told her, he really did feel bad for the girl but he had a job which he was supposed to do.

“No.” she said, looking down at the floor, how could they do this, why would they do this after everything she had done for them, they knew she would hunt them all down one by one once she got out, “why would they do that?” she pondered out loud, “Maybe because they don’t have faith that you’ll come out alive” he answered, watching as anger flared in her eyes, what ever the people who had sent in that message had done, they were going to pay for it dearly.

“Well, how do you feel? to be abandoned just like that?” Yoongi asked, egging her anger on, “you know, being abandoned ever after being so loyal, I pity you, they don’t deserve your loyalty Yn, they don’t deserve it at all” he told her, it was the truth, being so loyal to the gang only to have them not be loyal to you hurt.

Gang life was all about loyalty and this gang that Yn was from was clearly not loyal to its members. “I’ll talk, but -” she paused looking up from the floor, straight at Yoongi, “but what?” he asked, carefully leveling her up, “You need to let me up first, these ropes are giving me a burn” she said, a mischievous grin taking over her face.

“And why would I do that when you came very close to killing Namjoon” he asked with a raised eyebrow, “because I have no reason to kill you anymore, I don’t kill without a purpose” she answered, a challenging look on her face, “give me a minute” he said heading to the door, “either you free me or I free myself dude” she said before he could leave the door. “Can I call my friends here atleast?” he questioned, feeling doubtful about what she was thinking, would she free herself and kill them all? did she have any other hidden weapons? was she capable of killing all of them and making it out alive? he thought about all this before she answered, “Sure, call all your men if you want, I’m harmless when I don’t want to kill.” she assured.

Yoongi shrugged, heading towards the camera that was located, gesturing them to come inside the room, it only took a few moments for the six of them to file into the room, three guards waiting outside for any commands given.

“Anneyonghaseyo!” Yn greeted the six of them who ignored her, quickly circling Yoongi to listen to what he had to say. They spoke in hushed voices, making sure Yn couldn’t hear them before Yoongi turned towards her again, the rest of the boys moving away from him, “We’ll free you but no funny business ok” he said as Jimin came forward to cut the ropes binding her.

“Aishh, I knew the seven of you were handsome, but not this handsome” she said as Jimin released her, moving away from her with caution, “Aish my beautiful hands” she said, taking note of the rope burns on her wrists. “You knew we were handsome?” Jin asked as Yn inspected her injuries he was quite surprised by the news considering the fact that they didn’t know that they were talked about in other mafia circles.

“Umm.. yeah, you guys are kind of a big deal in the mafia, we had a dartboard with your faces on it back at the compound” she said, looking back up at them to see them blushing.

“Uhh.. do -, do you need cotton for that?” Hobi asked pointing at her wounds, she nodded, “and a mirror too please” she requested as she sat more comfortably, untying her legs as well so she could stretch them out, “So what do you guys want from me and what will you give me in return?” she asked a boy rushed into the room with a first aid kit and a mirror before rushing out of the room.

She leaned forward, grabbing a piece of cotton before looking at her face in the mirror, “Aish, could’t you stab me somewhere else, my beautiful face” she whined as she cleaned up the blood and sweat, true Kim Seokjin behavior Hobi thought as she cleaned herself up, waiting for her to get done before they started to question her.

Yn took her time while treating herself, because her injuries were more important than what ever information they needed, she even hummed to herself as she put on the bandage, putting extra pressure on it before taking her hands off.

“Well, what do you need?” she asked sitting up straight. “this place isn’t exactly ideal for business deals, we’ll go upstairs where we can speak comfortably” Namjoon stated, she nodded as she got up, not showing any signs of pain at flexing her thigh.

Jimin and Yoongi followed after her, closing the interrogation room behind them.

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Yn sat comfortably on the huge, luxurious sofa in Namjoon’s office, but she was going to complain about it just because she wanted to, “Yah, is this how the richest mafia lives? sitting on such bumpy sofas?” she groaned as the boys sat or stood at various places in the room, only Namjoon sat in the arm chair opposite to her.

She crossed her injured leg over the other one, she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, might as well be comfortable. “So...” she began as the same boy who had got her the first aid kit got her a can of coke, she raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t refuse, taking the chilled can in hand she waited patiently for them to say something.

“So...” Namjoon started, the awkwardness settling in the air. “we need information on who sent you and why” Jin asked, trying to help Namjoon out, “what do i get in exchange?” she countered, she was willing to bargain but she needed a price first, “what do you want?” Namjoon asked as she popped the coke can open, the sound of the fizz drowning out whatever she was saying so she repeated again.

“I need a gang,” she said, taking a sip of the fizzy drink before continuing, “I, in case you don’t know me, I am Hwang Yn,” she said making the seven of them look at her with shock, the Hwang’s were quite popular among the mafias, they were born to kill, trained from a young age and only the most prominent gangs had a Hwang in them, Bangtan didn’t have any Hwangs yet, not because they weren’t prominent but because they didn't find the need to have a Hwang, they were also the most loyal clan in the Mafia.

The boys looked at each other, "why do you want to join out Mafia? I'm sure there are plenty of Mafias out there who would be honored to have you" Jungkook said from his spot on Namjoon's desk, toying with one of the paper weights, "who wouldn't want to be in Bangtan, you guys are the biggest crime organization there is in Korea" she answered. Namjoon thought about it, he didn't want to give her a free way, she could still be dangerous. "Are you willing to go through the basic tests for joining?" He asked, leaning forward in his seat, his elbows resting on his knees, his chin in his hand.

"Sure...." she drawled, looking at the seven boys more closely, she was confident, being a Hwang meant that she was multi talented, a great assassin with a strong sense of loyalty, she knew she could win any test that she was faced with.

"Well then, who sent you?" Namjoon asked once they had decided on what Yn wanted in exchange, "they're a group called Metallica, they're in association with JYP; do you have something more alcoholic by the way, this is too soft for my taste" she said holding up the coke, "we'll give you alcohol once you're done answering us" Yoongi snigger, "fine then, get this done quick" She demanded and Namjoon almost kicked himself for nodding at the command.

"Why did they send you?" He questioned before calling Taehyung closer, "get a room prepared for Ms.Yn" he ordered making Tae turn around to leave the room going to get a room prepared.

"You're forgetting that you're the biggest gang there is Namjoon, they want you done and out of the game" she said, Namjoon swore he felt a shiver go up his spine at the way she said his name, "will they send someone else?" He asked as Tae came back into the room, "yes, not immediately but they will come back" she answered.

"Where can I find them, where is their base?" Namjoon asked, making her sign and press the bridge of her nose, "look here Namjoon, you will not go after them" she said, daring him to argue with her, "I will hunt them down myself, no one and I mean absolutely no one let's Hwang Yn go that easily" she finished, silencing any disagreement.

Namjoon was fine with that, they wouldn't have to bother if she was on it, she could hunt them down if that’s what she wanted so be it, as long as she didn’t turn on them they were good. “Okay then, I’ll leave that up to you, now, would you like some rest or food?” He asked, she was surprised with how easily they were ready to give her shelter, they seemed too nice to be a part of the mafia if you looked past the stabbing, drugs and gangs part, “You will be under house arrest for the next few days till you prove that you won’t be running away and after that you can take the test and prove your loyalty and then, you can be a part of the gang” Never mind, they weren’t that nice after all.

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mingishoe · 3 years

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𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓨𝓸𝓾 | 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 [9]

Summary: Chapter 9 of Promise, San hasn’t seen you in so long and he’s really missing you… he’s just lucky you miss him too.

Genre: Smut, Social Media AU

Pairing: SwitchFem!Reader x Switch!San

Word Count: 2.9k

Smut Warning: dirty thoughts, masturbation (m&f), phone sex, praise, use of the word whore like once, reassurance for San, unprotected sex, marking kink, light breeding kink, cum play

a/n: You can probably read this with little confusion without the rest of the chapters, but it’d be nice if you’d check them out :)

You were so nervous! Today was the day that you were going to Hongjoong’s studio with Mingi and Jongo. You were pacing back and forth looking in the mirror, trying to decide if you should change or not.

What if Seonghwa was there? What would you do then? You can’t have that thrown on you all of a sudden! Maybe you shouldn’t go… Just as you were having a little internal crisis, your phone rang.

“Y/n- Y/n! Y-You’re going to meet us there right? I don’t think either of us are going to be able to meet him on our own… we need your support.” You listened to Jongho’s worried voice on the other end of her line.

“I think so- I mean Jongho I’m so nervous! I think I’m going to throw up.” You groaned loudly and took a deep breath.

“Okay… I’ll see you in a bit.” You agreed and hung up before you could put your phone in your pocket, it rang again. You looked at the phone and saw Sans's name. You looked at it for a second before you sighed and declined it.

San groaned and threw his phone in annoyance. He had never genuinely been annoyed or mad at you, but at this moment he was getting there. He missed you so much! He hadn’t seen you in forever, but it was partially his fault… he had purposefully been avoiding you.

He figured it was time to get over his pride at this point. He was so unbelievably horny. He was just going to put it that way. You always took care of him and he hasn’t talked to or seen you in like a couple of weeks.

San trailed his hand down in his sweats as he remembered the last time you were together. “I know I pegged you the other day.” He can’t believe you said that with everyone right there! I mean… you did- but that’s not for them to know!

Regardless, San couldn’t stop thinking about it. His cock was throbbing but he didn’t want to touch himself… He wanted you to help him. He looks at his phone and contemplates if he should call you again.

Before he could even fully decide, he grabbed his phone, and before he knew he was calling you. It rang for what felt like forever before he heard your voice, “Hello? San. What do you want? I’m busy…”

“Y-Y/n-” San heard a pause on the other end of the line before a door shut.

You were just about to walk out of your apartment when you answered San’s call. As soon as you heard San’s voice, that voice, you couldn’t resist, “San…”

Before you could get another word in, San’s desperate voice rang out, “Please?!”

You placed your things down and flopped down onto the sofa, “Of course my love. You know I can never say no to you. What’s wrong?”

San groaned at your condescending tone, “Stop. I don’t wanna play-”

San could hear the smirk in your voice, “I’m not playing lovely… I really don’t know. What do you want me to help you with?”

San let out a moan and you inhaled sharply, “I-I’m so horny Y/n!”

“Are you touching yourself Sannie?” You listened to San’s heavy breathing as he whined.

“Y-Yeah but-but I didn’t want to. Wanted you to touch me but you kept ignoring me!” San shakily spoke but he was getting tired of waiting. “Look, Y/n, I need you. I need you so much. Please. I need to cum.”

“Okay baby, I got you. Get undressed for me. Wish I could see how pretty you look right now. All desperate to be touched…” You made yourself more comfortable and your legs began to spread, making your dress fall above your hips.

San hums and his hand was shaking as he so badly wishes it was you who was touching him. He quickly stripped himself of his boxers and sweats, already shirtless from his previous touching. His voice was deep as he signaled he was done.

“Okay, Sannie. Close your eyes and imagine it’s me touching that pretty cock of yours.” San does as he’s told and his breathing was heavy as he listened to your soft voice, “You know San, I never get to praise you because you’re always such a little whore,” San lets out a loud moan as his hand is wrapped around his cock.“But you know what? You’ve been a good boy this week. You haven’t touched yourself have you?”

San’s whines are loud as you put him on speaker. Your fingers are drawing shapes on your inner thighs as you listen to all of San’s pretty noises and cries of, “Nonono- I haven’t! I’ve been a good boy for you!”

“Of course, baby. I know you have. You’re touching that pretty pink cock of yours, aren’t you? You have such a nice cock. A nice... big cock.” Your fingers trail underneath your panties and run them along your folds.

San mewled from the praise he was receiving, “Yeah? Do I fuck you well? I fuck you good don’t I?”

You could hear the loud squelching noise of San’s cum as he jerked himself off roughly, “Yeah, yeah you do. You fuck me so good. You’re the only one who makes me cum like that.”

Your finger begins to rub soft circles on your clit making you let out a soft moan as you finally relieve yourself from the week of stress since you’ve seen San.

“Y/n..?” San pauses his movements as his ears pick up the noise of your moan.

“Yes?”

“Are you touching yourself too?” That was the last straw for San.

“Yeah- yeah. But you know what? I wish it was you who was fucking me. I wish I could feel your big cock inside of me.” You listened as San let out drawn-out whine as he came.

You bit your lip as you imagined how pretty San looked as he came. Soft pleads of your name from San made your stomach tighten and your heart beat faster, “W-Wish you came inside me. Wish you- Wish you gave me your cum…”

Before San could even catch his breath he cried out, “Can I go over? I- I need to go over! Please!”

You paused for a minute to think about it but you couldn’t say no to him, “Okay… I’ll be waiting for you.”

“But Y/n…” you hummed softly, “Stop touching yourself. I wanna be the one to make you cum.”

You laughed softly at San before you agreed, “Better hurry then.” Before you could say anything else, you heard shuffling before the dial tone, signaling that San hung up.

You brought your hand away from your dripping pussy and wiped your fingers mindlessly on your dress. San doesn’t live too far away from you so you give him 10 minutes tops, but knowing him, he’ll be here in 5.

You sit there impatiently for only a few minutes before you suddenly remembered about Mingi and Jongho. Oh shit. They’re probably already there waiting for you.

You grab your phone and you’re about to call Mingi but before you press his contact, your front door swings open.

San practically runs up to you before he throws your phone to the side and picks you up. His lips immediately attach to your neck, “You better not have been speeding-“

San only hums as he’s more preoccupied with you. He sits down on your sofa and his arms wrap around you tightly, “I missed you so much… so so much

You push your chest into San’s, trying to get as close as possible, “It’s only been a week, you know.”

“Yeah but it’s been a long week-“ Sans lips trailed lower and lower to your cleavage and his free hand made its way in between your legs and cupped your pussy, “I can feel how wet you are.”

“Mhm. Told you I’d wait for you. Thought you wanted to make me cum?” You looked at San with innocent eyes and a tilted head.

San bit his lip harshly and pushed you off of him, “Fine. I’ll make you cum.” You smiled as San pulled your dress up before your panties were ripped off of you.

San fumbled with your dress before he huffed, “Take it off!” You laughed softly and gave San a cute peck before you unzipped your dress and swiftly pulled it off, leaving you in your matching bra and underwear.

As you were undressing, San was quickly doing the same. He was fumbling as he pulled his shirt off and his sweats to reveal his hard cock. San had been hard this entire time.

San nodded his head signaling for you to lean over the sofa. You and San switched places. Your chest was pressing against the back of the sofa and San was behind you gripping your hips tightly.

You bit your lip in anticipation as you felt San’s cock rub against your pussy, “San- please San.”

San rubbed your back gently before he swiftly pushed his cock inside of you. You cried out and gripped onto the sofa tightly.

San’s thrusts were gentle at first, wanting to savour the way you felt around him. San angled his hips up and you let out a loud moan, “R-Right there!”

San laughed teasingly before he adjusted himself and angled his hips differently making you huff out in annoyance. Stupid boy- he never listens to you!

“Fuck you-“ your head drops and you bite your lip as to not give any satisfaction to San.

“Fuck you? I am fucking you, and you seem to be enjoying it.” You rolled your eyes but the way you were clenching around San, trying so hard to keep him inside of you, it told how you were really feeling.

Suddenly San began to play with your clit lightly, making a loud drawn out whine come from your lips, “San- please?! Want you to fuck me good. Want you to fuck me properly with your big cock!”

San breathed in deeply before he positioned himself in a way that he could have some leverage to fuck you, “Okay darling. I’ll fuck you now.”

San had both of his hands gripping on your hips tightly as he finally began to fuck you like you wanted. Your entire body was tingling and it felt like it was on fire.

The sound of San’s pelvis slapping against your ass filled the room and you pathetically pushed back to meet San’s thrusts. It wasn’t your fault that you were so desperate. You hadn’t seen San in forever and you had stopped touching yourself in the middle of it just so you could wait for San.

“Does it feel good darling? Am I fucking you good?” San knew the answer to that question. He just wanted to hear it from you and you had no problem with feeding his ego a bit.

“Mhm- yeahyeah you fuck me so fucking good- feels so good! Such a nice b-big cock!” Your hand reached back to grab onto one of San’s and he holds onto yours gently with his thumb rubbing softly on your knuckles, a harsh contrast to the way he was fucking you.

San leans forward so his back is pressed against yours, making sure to have his lips as close to your ear as possible. With him so close you could hear and feel every one of his movements.

His breath was fanning against your neck and cheek and your eyes squeezed shut even tighter as you listened to San’s heavy breathing and deep grunts, “You feel so good. Such a good pussy for me to fuck.”

Moans were flowing uncontrollably at this point and you were holding onto San’s hand tightly, “Pleasepleaseplease I need- I need to cum S-San! It feels so good!”

San completely stopped his thrusts and started to grind into you. Your entire body tensed as with every movement, his cock brushed against your sweet spot.

You could tell San was starting to get impatient too when he suddenly straightened himself and pulled you up with him.

Your head was thrown over his shoulder and his lips gently kissed and sucked along your neck as he roughly thrusted into you.

Your hand was shaking as you brought one of his hands down in between your legs. You were so so close and you needed that one little thing to push you over the edge, “S-San! Gonna-I’m gonna-“ you got cut off and the both of you immediately paused.

Your mouth dropped open when you saw Mingi’s name flashing on your phone, “shitshitshit San- hold on.” You reached for your phone and San stopped you, “San it’s Mingi. I was supposed to meet him and Jongho at the studio-“

San let out an annoyed groan and you were honestly just as annoyed from the unintentional edging but you had suddenly remembered and you felt terrible, “H-Hello…?”

“Y/N what the fuck?!? Where are you?! It’s been like 30 minutes and me and Jongho have been waiting outside for like 10 minutes and Hongjoong keeps asking us where you are!” Mingi’s voice was loud and even San flinched from the tone of his voice.

“Mingi- shit I’m so sorry. I should’ve called you earlier- something came up. I’m really really sorry I couldn’t make it- can you tell Hongjoong that I’ll text him later?” Just as you were finishing your sentence, San started back his thrusts and touches to your clit.

You turned to give him a glare but he only smirked at you in response, “Yeah but- Y/n you said you were gonna be here!” You could hear how nervous Mingi was and you felt terrible you couldn’t be there to make him feel a little more at ease.

“Fuck!” San’s cock hit the right spot and suddenly you were about to cum again, “I-I know Mingi. I’m really sorry. I promise- ohmygod- I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You held the phone as far away from you as possible as you shoved your face into San’s neck as you whispered, “I’mgonnacum San- fuckfuckfuck!”

You could still hear Mingi talking so you knew he hadn’t heard you but a particularly hard thrust from San, you came. Your entire body was shaking and you bit down on San’s shoulder harshly in a pathetic attempt to muffle your moans.

San was doing the same. He was trying his best to contain his moans so Mingi wouldn’t hear him but he was close too. You were clenching so tightly around him and your pussy was desperately trying to suck his cock back inside of you every time he even slightly pulled out.

“So Y/n?” Your attention was suddenly brought back to Mingi who was on the phone, “Just promise that next time you’ll come.”

“O-Of course Mingi- I promise I’ll go to all of them from now on, okay?” You were being sincere, but you just wanted Mingi to hang up already.

“You better-“ Mingi laughed softly, “Okay, I gotta go. Hongjoong is calling us… Love you, bye.”

You quickly said bye back before San grabbed your phone out of your hand and threw it to the chair next to the sofa, “I’m gonna cum in you. Gonna give you my cum, okay?”

You nodded and shut your eyes so you could focus on every bit of San. Your body was still twitching and shaking as San was still thrusting inside of you. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you and you were whining only driving San closer to cumming.

“Please San. Please give it to me! Want it so bad- I want your cum so so bad!” Your voice and moans were ringing in San’s ears and before he could give you any warning, his cum started filling you.

San’s head was thrown back and his eyebrows were furrowed as he just kept cuming. You took everything he gave you. Your pussy tried desperately to keep all of his cum inside of you but it started to drip outside of you and cover your thighs.

San was breathing harshly and he had cum harder than he had in a while, not even his orgasm earlier was half as good as this one. And as soon as he pulled out of you, his cum spilled out of you, dripping and staining your thighs.

San’s hand reached down and ran his fingers through your mixed cum and before you knew it, his fingers were in your mouth. You moaned around his fingers as you tasted his cum.

You stayed like that for a couple of minutes as San continued to run his fingers through all the cum and switching between pushing it back inside of you or making you suck his cum off of his fingers.

Once San was satisfied, he stopped and gently kissed your forehead and cheeks before he finally kissed your lips, “Come on baby. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

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mehphoobia · 3 years

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Pairing- Tom Hiddleston x Reader (news channel anchor)

Summary- People say falling in love can be a scary experience. Well, that scary experience for you had a different meaning for you.

Warnings- blood, horror, mystery, thriller, suspense (I suggest get a water bottle for yourself)

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"Susan Hive, another 25 y/o was found dead in her apartment approximately at 10:00 am today. Who is the mastermind behind these brutal murders? the mystery is still with the police to crack. The only witness in the case are the walls of the apartment which are covered in parts of human anatomy never seen before just like the other five murders. This is Y/N of NewsToday with cameraperson David on scene." You sighed after finishing your report and looked at the crime scene. The camera person packed his camera and headed towards the van as he couldn't handle the stench. With ripples on your forehead you contemplated your decision. Should you or should you not tell the officers.

But soon you let aside your dilemma. These were brutal murder cases that had everyone shook.

And you had a lead to follow.

"Who are you?" you whispered as you sat in your chair staring at the photo of the deceased Susan Hive with a man. The face was not visible as he wore a black hat and a black overcoat. "Typical" you said gesturing his attire, which was straight out of a murder mystery. Unfortunately, the officers couldn't find him. But the lead you had could directly deliver this man to you.

"North House please" explaining the address to the taxi driver, you couldn't miss his expressions. "You want to go to the North House?" he asked you with genuine concern. "If you are not comfortable, you can just drop me near the curb" you suggested understanding his hesitation. Reluctantly he drove the taxi and there you were. Standing outside the hospital for mental patients. "How much will it be?" asking the driver for the fare you rummaged through your purse.

"I will wait here miss. You can pay me later" he said. Of course, the deaths in this hospital would scare anyone. But you weren't here for the suicides, you were here for the murders.

"I am here to see someone. A Mrs. Hill." you spoke confidentially to the receptionist. "For an investigation, are we?" the receptionist questioned. "It's confidential" you replied with knitted eyebrows. "oh! of course it is." she chuckled.

The receptionist accompanied you to Mrs. Hill's room. She was the oldest patient, who had been in the hospital for for around thirty years. Every patient, every staff member; she had seen for herself. "Are you here for the investigation for Susan Hive?" the receptionist questioned. Your head whipped faster than the wings of a bee. "You knew her?" you enquired. "Yes, I knew all five of them. They were interning under me." she answered.

"Janice Dean" her ID card read. "Of course" you murmured. Ten days back you had found one of the victim's case file from the officers which had something in common. North House, all three of them worked here and now so did Susan Hive.

"Don't worry I won't bug her too much" putting a and on Ms. Dean's shoulder you reassured her. She offered you a tired smile. With that she unlocked the door and you saw Mrs. Hill sitting on her chair.

"He killed another one didn't he?" she enquired in her shaky voice as if she knew it was going to happen. "Yeah. Do you know you he is?" trying to keep your posture, you asked. "No, but I have seen him." she replied. "Black eyes which weren't even his. Long hair which covered his face and the cuts." "Everyone thought, something was wrong in his head. They tried all kinds of medicines but none of them worked. He kept screaming and yelling every day. It would echo you know. The screams. Other patients could feel it too. But the doctors didn't know something." she explained but suddenly trailed off.

"He was possessed" she declared.

"How did he get out. I mean the patient like--" "Demon" she corrected. "We saw a body lying in his room. We thought its him. He had cuts all over his face so it was recognizable. The post mortem reports found out it was one of our doctors. He escaped as his disguise." explained Ms. Dean.

You couldn't get the fact out of your head as you stepped outside the hospital. With quivering hands, you opened the taxi's door. Looking at your condition, the driver ran to the opposite side of the street and bought you a water bottle. "You should go home miss." the driver suggested. "Beverly Hills Apartments please". The driver nodded and drove you home.

Maybe you should tell the police. It was not your job to go after the killer. Of course it would be one of the biggest news article for your company but this, its not worth it. Just then your phone rang. All of that tension and weird feeling in your chest was replaced by a sense of comfort. It was Tom.

"Hey babe! dinner's ready, when are you coming home?" he asked in his cheerful voice. You chuckled and said, "I started right now. Is my kitchen all right?" you mocked. "Uh..sort of. I'll help you clean though" he replied like a child caught doing something wrong. It was comforting to have him in your life. Amidst all of this, he was the exact person you needed. "Love you honey" you said unexpectedly. He could sense your uneasiness and knew your line of work. It can be terrifying sometimes. "Love you too..Hey, I am right here." he said immediately putting a smile on your face.

You met him three years ago. How boring can news conferences be? it was something you knew very well. But it was a little bit tolerable when a hot shot investigating officer suddenly made his way to you. Tom and you immediately clicked. As if you were meant to be. One date led to another and suddenly he started picking you up from your work almost every single day. You remembered he had proposed on your cruise date which had you in complete awe. How could you say no to such a perfect man. His beautiful eyes which were a perfect peek to your universe, his warm embrace and how he fit in your life perfectly made it so much easier. He made it easier.

The sudden nostalgia calmed your nerves and you took a deep breath in. Within no time you were home. You leaped out of the taxi, paid the man and ran to your apartment. As you were going to ring the bell, Tom opened the door and picked you up in his arms. Both of you giggled as he kissed you passionately. With your fingers curling in his long wet hair and his arms coiling your waist, you could melt under his effect and you did.

"Tada!! Fish N chips" Tom declared in his voice that he called his disney voice. You chuckled at his endearing self. Both of you couldn't spend enough time with each other with all these murders. He too was tensed but never showed it in front of you. The least you could do was to help him out. You watched your favorite drama as the both of you ate your dinner.

After the chocolate ice-cream, he got up to get the wet wipe to wipe your face which was covered in chocolate. You were gone out cold because of the tiring day. He picked up the plates and noticed you had run out of kitchen soap. "Back in a few" he wrote on a post it and pasted it on the fridge. He wore his black overcoat and decided to forego his phone and left.

"Tom? babe?" you woke up around five minutes and searched the house. Suddenly the post it note grabbed your attention. You chuckled when you saw it and you knew a lot of unwanted things were gonna be purchased. Who could help it, its Walmart after all.

You saw his phone and found his headphones on the table. He would sit on his chair for hours and listen to his music but he never shared them with you. So you grabbed the opportunity and plugged in his headphones.

"19-21-19-1-14 8-9-12-12" the first song read. Then you realized it was a recording. "Mr Hiddleston sings?" you scoffed as you pressed the play button.

"Ahhh" a woman screamed and with that you immediately grabbed the headphones and threw them. "Oh God" you whined as you rubbed your ears. You played all the five recordings and all of them were similar. Screams. Then it hit you. The numbers were different and were too wrong to be dates. WHAT IF?

"19,S,21,U,19,S,1,A,14,N 8,H,9,I,12,L,12,L" you wrote on a piece of paper. "Susan hill?" you gasped. All the other four recordings added up to the all the other four victims. You sat there staring at the paper.

"It took you long enough" Tom spoke from behind you. You flinched as walked away from him. "Did you?" you asked. "The screams, oh my soul was cleansed" he said as he put his hand on his chest. Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you looked at his face. He was in content, in peace. "Why did you kill them? What had they done to you?" you enquired.

"THEY LAUGHED!!" he yelled. Your eyes widened as you looked at him. It wasn't your Tom, it was someone else.

He was possessed.

"They fucking laughed when I was being experimented on. I cried for help but they were too busy laughing. Fucking bitches" he scoffed. "You know when I made cuts on their skin how peaceful it felt. Slowly, deeply I dragged my knives on their skins and watching them slowly dying because of the pain. So good. They were the ones who cried and screamed and I was the one who laughed." He was a maniac explaining his masterplan. Little did he know everything he said, you were recording it all.

"You think you can run away with it?" you mocked trying to make him spill out. "How will they know Y/N? I am the chief investigating officer." he ran the tip of his fingers on your cheeks. But you didn't waver, he was a demon. "All this time I have been trying to erase all the evidence" he spoke as he turned his back on you.

"But you?" he turned and walked towards you. He bought his face closer to your neck and kissed your neck. If it were any other day, your eyes would slowly close themselves as he would press you against the surface. But today there was nothing but tears. "You are my favorite. I can't leave any witnesses. But don't worry, your screams will live in my recordings. You know how much I love making you scream now don't you my love?" He laughed sheepishly.

THUD THUD. The bang on the door grabbed his attention. He looked at you made a sign with a finger in his lips. Was this the man you loved? Who was he? You thought as you looked at him slowly unlocking the door.

"Ahh LEAVE ME GET OFF" he yelled in surprised as the police officers pinned him on the floor. Slowly you got your phone in front of him which you were hiding behind you and showed him the 911 number. The officers dragged him away but his hooded eyes would not leave your soul.

Two days later, while clearing his room. You found a notebook with all the five victim's name on it which was struck of with a red marker and also five knives covered in dried blood. "Why?" you whimpered as tears made their way down your cheeks. Your company had printed one of the biggest hit ever and were at the top. You were promoted and were appreciated by everyone but at what cost? You were scarred for life.

Back in the North House, Mrs Hill was sitting on her chair as the receptionist were cleaning her room. "Oh no" Mrs Hill exclaimed. "What is it Nana?" enquired Ms. Dean. "Y/N call her!! NOW"

Something was going to happen.

At the prison cell, all the officers were in havoc as one of the security guard was found dead in Tom's prison cell. Hysterical laughs and water droplets echoed through the hallway as Y/N was written on the wall and was struck of by the dead security guards' blood.

You were sleeping when Ms. Dean called you. "Hello" you spoke in your grumpy voice, the sleeping pills were slowly kicking in. "T-TOM!" her line was cut because of the heavy rain. Just then you got a message that Tom had escaped.

"What? where did he go?" you murmured to yourself and then you heard it. The hysterical laughter and the sound of the recording button being pushed.

"I am right here my love" he said.

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A/N: Hey guys, here is my first Tom Hiddleston fic. For the those of you who don't know me personally I am a contemporary dancer and this fiction I had seen being performed on the stage. I loved the suspense and I loved writing it even more. Writing this was a challenge and it was a wonderful experience and I hope you all like this as well.😘

Tom Hiddleston is such a versatile actor and just fits in any character which is the main reason why I love him so much. It was very easy for me to visualize his demeanor in this character and I tried my level best converting it into words. Let me know what you think about this fic.😃

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