#Like he is their boss but still I get pretty sweaty and scared

[thepaintpirate]

Red lips - Portgas D. Ace x Fem! Singer! Reader

Pt.2

Summary: Months after meeting him, you find yourself in a difficult situation when the very same hot-head pirate you deceived decides to help you out.

Tw: Language, violence, abuse mentioned, smut content (I am not good at writing it this will be my first published writing with smut)

Not proof read so if it gets confusing that's tired me, too lazy to check things add up.

(Readers Pov)

The sting on your cheek was equivalent to what you thought a snakes bit might feel like. An initial prick from the strike, cast away with the hand finishing it's motion, and then the gradual building ache after. Spilt lip like paper, torn just as easily and bleeding a droplet of red ink down your chin. It was certainly ironic, made you want to laugh for some reason if your face didn't hurt so much, that the man who "liked you pretty" would strike you and ruin that unblemished skin so many admired.

Said man was heaving and wide eyed like a fat hog, his arm still extended from where he'd just hit you. Flushed cheek, sweaty and unkempt comb over and furrowed untrimmed brows. He looked mad, he looked wild. And where you were often labeled as "dramatic"... you wondered what they'd call him if they saw this. Not that they, his clientele, would ever see it though that was wishful thinking. Your boss, the Don, was far too proud to ever look like this in public. "Don't you ever, ever speak to me like that again you sour bitch!"

It started off only a couple of months ago when your boss told you about his insight into a plan to overthrow him, or at least mess up his business, by a group called the Whitebeard pirates. For some unknown reason he'd become a target of theirs, so one of his ears in their little community told him all about what was going to happen and when. You remembered that meeting well, he had been snickering like some cartoon villain about how great he was to have a spy on that crew and how he was so smart... You'd tolerated it with a smile like always, secretly wanting to slip away and go back to your room and sleep.

On the night of the plan everything was going well. Your act had drawn all of them to the stage area, in the line of sight for all the Don's henchmen, and it was only a few minutes before you could start your other end of the deal. Get the other half of the little task force of pirates alone and dispose of them. Simple. You already had that man at the bar: hook, line and sinker. He hadn't taken his gaze off of you for even a moment, you weren't sure if he was even breathing at one point. Getting men to focus on you was easy, performance was what you were born to do and just being on a stage wiped away any fears you had. Their lustful gazes meant nothing, they couldn't hurt you up there. It was all the same... and yet somehow, his eyes were different.

It wasn't until he rushed to your side that you saw them up close. Deep gunmetal grey, smoky and dark. But where there was no light as he looked at the Don, the minute he focused on you his gaze lit up like embers of a fire bursting into flames. No one had ever looked at you like that before. No one had ever come to you without even a thought of their own wellbeing, all just to make sure you were okay. He had read you exceptionally. Part of that scared you. Your power came from being unpredictable, flipping like a coin whenever you needed to, and covered with a plastic mask that was your resolve. A wolf wearing sheep's hyde.

Then it just progressed from there. He was genuine, he was passionate and devoted without even knowing you well. You were human to him, yet so much more. The more steps you took, the more your emotions slipped into turmoil. On one hand, if you let him go then one more good person would be allowed to live. Ace, you'd learned his name prior to meeting him, would live. But deep inside of you, you weren't ready to sacrifice all you'd worked for just for a guy you just met. In fact, even if his kindness was sweet it also infuriated you. You wanted a reason to hate him so that your betrayal wouldn't hurt so much. To be justified. Against any other man you wouldn't think about it, but Ace wasn't any other man.

He was a man that held you gently like a butterflies wing, kissed you like he was asking for permission and continuing to read you to make sure you knew that you could back away at any moment. He was perfect for those few seconds. But you still stabbed him.

You spoke to him and looked at him like a worm after that, gave him as many reasons to hate you as possible. If he survived then you could live with him hating you, needed him to. So you left before you could break that mask of yours and cry, or give in and try to patch him up. Back to the Don, back to your miserable life. Because you owed him after all...

The Don failed in his endeavour to end them before they ended him, part of you was glad. But it just meant you'd now have to deal with a more explosive and temperaments Don until the pirates were either killed or subdued. Even then you ignored the temper tantrum he was having and went to your space of the ship instead, currently being loaded up so you could leave as quickly as possible.

Weeks went by and the more time went, the more the Don became easily irritated. He'd lash out at any and all underlings, so fueled by his fear of death that he instilled his own fears into the hearts of his henchmen. Most days you could get by without his voice raised at you, not out of kindness or love but rather preservation. You were like a prized porcelain teacup, brought out to impress others and look pretty. Fragile, though you knew you definitely weren't, and he liked that about you. Easy to keep away, his little songbird in your cage. Bound to him by only thankfulness long since passed, and yet never paid. No matter what you did, it wouldn't surmount to the help he'd given you. Saved you, built you up and placed you at the top of luxury. All of that would just pile up in the years, more excuses about why your dept hadn't been paid yet and you'd still owe him for the next bare minimum thing he'd do for you.

It was toxic, but it was familiar. You had nowhere else to go and he was often right about how he was the only one who knew you. Until Ace. He didn't know your life but he knew your soul and he knew that you were supposed to be free. But you killed that chance before it could even bloom.

Recently though with sightings of the Whitebeard crew's main ship, the Moby, the Don had been become animalistic in his rage. He'd lash out blindly now. Today, you were the victim. All you had done was try to talk him out of his anger when he tried to assault a maid staff. She was cowering on the floor, sore face like yours. You told him his fears were "childish" because your crew was big enough to defend itself and your ship was fast enough to escape given the need to. He took it the wrong way, hence the slap or punch across your jaw.

To be fair, your patience had been thinning for a long time. It was only your fear that had really been holding you back, that losing sense of debt too. But you come to realise in that moment, vision just as red as your swelling lip, that fury is just as strong as fear and can override it. You glared down at his haunched position. "You don't want me to speak the truth to you, no? What are you worried that everyone will know you're piss scared of those pirates and that their boss is just a little baby in a grownups suit?"

He was going to retort, ready to lunge at you again but you stood tall. "I'm only here because I owed you, but that was a long time ago. Those shitty excuses you make don't mean anything anymore, especially now that I'm seeing clearly for the first time in years".

He laughed, an ugly laugh that bubbled with vile spit. "Of course you still owe me, you'd be dead without me!"

You smiled, a cruel and critical smile. "Oh I know that, just like you'd be dead if any of your henchmen knew how much of a pathetic weakling you are. I'm free of my debt to you, I'll be taking her too" you pointed at the maid who'd shuffled behind you for protection. "If you don't want them finding out about your silly little tantrum you'll let us leave".

He gagged, huffing in an exhausted manner. "You wouldn't dare-"

"I would! Don't fucking make me do it, it's for your own good. Good riddance".

You took the girl's arm and haunled her out, leaving your ex-boss to kick around like an angry toddler. Tonight you pack up and leave, set this woman out on whatever path home she had then you'd be alone in the world.

The two of you departed, letting her walk independently now, to your respective living quarters to gather all your belongings with the promise of meeting up again on the street outside. Into a leather case you stuffed all your clothes, books and wads full of cash you had just "borrowed" from in and around the ship. It was the least he could give you for all his shitty treatment for nearly ten years. You gazed at the very dress you wore when you met Ace, packing it last of all with a solem look on your face. Maybe you'd meet him again one day and say you were sorry. With everything from this life tucked away, you stared hard at your confined room in resentment before leaving.

On the dock you spotted the maid, a cloak wrapped over her and a lantern in hand. She greeted you with a thankful smile. "Thankyou miss Red, truly. Please, take a cloak to hide yourself... it will be a cold night". She gave you a deep, dark red cloak with a hood that you covered yourself in. "Thanks. Alright, we must go fast now. I fear my threats won't hold him for long..."

Over the next few days you moved from island to island, about three, before you reached a port with a transport vessel for the maid. It would take her to the West Blue, her home blue, where she could get back to her family. She stared at you and then gave you a swift hug before she departed for the ship, waving at you from the deck. You were just thankful she made it out safely, the Don wouldn't be able to track her now.

But now the realisation of your loneliness hit you. Entirely alone. No friends, family or allies. You could do anything, go anywhere with the remaining cash you had. Maybe you should have gone on the ship too, sailed away and make a life somewhere quiet. But it was that internal hope of seeing him again that stopped you. Yeah right, like he'd forgive you... You found out from a tabloid that he was in fact alive and active, sporting a small scar on his stomach in a newly issued bounty poster. It made you dizzy, the conciquences of your own actions were too much to bare. Soon enough you'd forget him.

And what's the best way to forget someone? Why to drink your heart out of course!

You found yourself at a rough bar in the middle of nowhere, feeding yourself off of the drinks that random pervs in the bar sent your way. No way were you drunk, just tipsy and unwilling to give those men what they were actually trying to buy. If it had been Ace then maybe you would say yes... but that was a foolish thought, so you downed another shot.

You got up at around midnight to go back to your rented room just across the street, but in your delirium you hadn't noticed two men follow you put of the bar.

As your foot made contact with the pavement, and arm roughly grabbed yours and tugged you back into him. The fool laughed as you struggled. "Oi, quit it. It took us ages to find you girly".

The other man circled in front of you. He was small and scrawny, a broken looking nose and nearly bald head. "Yeah, the Don's been very dead set on having you back. Won't you come back with us?"

You, even in a bad state, spat at his feet. "Like I'd go back to that coward, he's weak for not coming after me himself!"

They both chuckled more. "He's a busy man! And you aren't so special sissy. Now don't give us trouble and come back with us-"

You stomped hard on the tall one's foot and he let go in startle, lunging at the smaller and weaker one while his buddy was down. You immediately fell to the floor, hitting his face hard into the concrete. He screamed, you'd never done anything like this before but the adrenaline was helping you out. With another blow to his side with your foot, the small man gave in and passed out. Still, you weren't fast enough and his buddy had recovered. He yanked your hair and you moved off of the small man with a cry.

"Stupid bitch!" He yelled. But no one was coming to help you. You couldn't fight this one. He looked 7'0 at least, bulky and strong. You weren't good enough as he pulled you backwards but before his hands could get to you, you felt a bright burning feeling coming from nearby.

Suddenly the street erupted in flames and yet you were pulled away without being harmed. From the sidelines you watched the attacker get torched into dust as a am silhouetted the flames. Broud shouldered, wild haired and... topless? His back was bare, a canvas for that famous emblem you knew too well. A Whitebeard pirate.

You breathed in relief and rubbed your sore arm, but soon you felt anxious. Any Whitebeard pirate would know you, maybe even Ace told them about your attack. They could have easily killed those guys just to avenge Ace by killing you themselves. Yet it didn't seem so bad, whatever happened you probably deserved it. You didn't even notice him turn around until those familiar stormy eyes were on you just as they were those months ago. Not a bit less bright or kind. "(Y/n)..." He spoke, as if he wasn't truly sure it was you.

You gulped and nodded. "Ace..."

He came to your side, immediately on his knees in front of your crouched body. "I didn't burn you did I? Did they cut you? Bruise you? Show me, I can help you-"

He was going to take your sore arm when you pulled away in bewilderment. Why on earth would he care? "Why?" You asked.

He looked at you as if you'd said the silliest thing ever, gleaming brightly like a swooning fool. "Duh, because I care about you. I told you before that I'd never let anyone look at you in the wrong way again, that applies to touching you in the wrong way too". He dedicated brushed his hand up your skin, holding your face's side and brushing a tear from your eye. "I came looking for you y'know".

You leaned into his hand, softly ghosting it with your lips because you were too scared to kiss him. You felt like you didn't deserve to. "I stabbed you moron, you're not supposed to help people that stab you".

He laughed. "Yeah but you didn't want to! Plus, you're not with the Don dude anymore so you don't need to worry".

You smiled sweetly, but then you stared questioningly. "How'd you know I left?"

Ace hauled you to your feet and walked with you, rubbing circles on your bruised arm. "Well, we found him finally. Beat him up, beat his crew up. I questioned him about where you were and he told me you left, so he sent those two goons after you. I caught up to them just in time it would seem".

You couldn't even begin to believe him. Instead you turned on him and hugged him tightly. It was the only way you could express your gratitude. "Thankyou Ace, for thinking about me and not giving up on me..."

You could feel his skin heat up, but instead you just buried yourself deeper into his skin. It didn't help that he was topless and a little sweaty, especially for his nerves, but he hugged you back. "N-no problem".

For an awkward while you just held him, listening to his erratic heartbeat soon become even and synced with yours. It was magical how two hearts can connect across bodies, two souls so close to touching. Ace ruffled the top of tour head and chuckled. "Okay that's enough, we need to get going".

You raised and eyebrow. "Where to? I've got a hotel room here, nowhere else".

He pointed to a small ship on the water, a durable and comfy. It radiated the same warmth Ace did. "I borrowed it from the Moby, it's just a bigger ship to take me and you back to he Moby. Usually I'd take Striker but it's not big enough for two people" he said sheepishly, looking at you for approval. You guessed he might not know your reaction to him basically saying he wants you to come home with him, to a home of sorts at least. But did they want you there?

"Ace am I even welcome there? I stabbed you..." you stated obviously.

He smiled nervously. "Well Pops said yes, he said you have guts. Marco and Izou were... harder to convince. But Thatch said he likes your singing and if I get you back with us I won't drag on and on about you at him anymore- uh not in a weird way. Just, I mean I was talking about how you need help escaping. Yeah" he tried to fix his words, his cute face red like a chilli pepper. Oh he was going to be your sweet death.

Even in the slightly uncomfortable silence you still had him collect your stuff from the hotel with you, move it to the ship and set off. Additionally, it was a cool little ship. Small cabin with a kitchen and table. The only downfall you noticed happened to be something you realised too late. You opened the door the the room he put your luggage in, breath catching momentarily as you saw the issue. One bed.

A queen bed, but still one bed. It was a small room and so it hugged the walls on either side, a single lamp on the wall illuminated the room. Their was a small mirror and draw on the left at the foot of the bed, also pressed against the wall for room. One port hole window on the ride and left, tapering in light from the stars outside. Before you could complain, you turned around and saw Ace doing something bizarre. He was on small table, laying down a blanket and a pillow...

"Ace... what are you doing".

He looked completely unpurplexed, as if what he was doing wasn't strange. "Uh, making my bed. I get out here, you get the room. Easy".

It was hard to argue with him while he was 1) still topless and 2) wearing the most delicious grey sweatpants you'd ever seen. Hardly left anything to the imagination. Still you forced yourself to look him in the eyes. "As soon as we hit a wave you'll fall off and hurt yourself, get off the table and take the bed".

He shook his head. "No, you take it. You got injured, you need rest".

You stared at him dumbly. "It's just a bruise. Ace, either take the bed by yourself and I sleep out here or join me-". You quickly covered your mouth, but couldn't fix what just came out. Sure you'd kissed before, under strange circumstance, and you clearly liked him but... that was just as step over the line. What if you'd just made it awkward again?

Instead of the repulsed or offended look your anxious mind expected, Ace looked rather shocked... but not in a bad way. The corner of his lip curled, despite his eyes betraying him and looking a mix of awkward and something else you couldn't quite place. "I- yeah sure! If you're comfortable w-with it I mean..."

You both kind of maneuvered around each other to let Ace back into the small room, having only nodded nervously a "Yes, I'm okay with that" to him a moment ago. When he came through the doorway he seemed intent on not letting a single part if him brush you, climbing and fumbling onto the bed. Ace took up one side, practically glued to the wall and just laid on top of the covers like an idiot. But instead of joining him, you kind of forgot to move from the doorway and stood there like an even bigger idiot. But Ace seemed to find humour in it, quickly trying to find a way to ease the tension. He patted the bed and smile. "Are you coming or what? I'm not going to bite you y'know..."

'Wouldn't mind if you did' you thought.

"Oh, uh yeah I'm coming", you climbed up onto it and crawled to the side farthest from Ace. You got comfortable, only the sound of the shuffling duvet to be heard in the weird silence. Until you stopped and now it was only silence. You both laid stiffly on your backs, looking at the ceiling with nothing to really say except for the occasion mouth open like you were going to say something. Ace decided to save the embarrassment from you. "Goodnight" he half choked out, turning completely onto his side away from you.

You were glad but also... disappointed? I mean what were you expecting, you hardly know him. Instead of dwelling on it you followed suit and slowly turned on tour side away from him, giving a quick "Goodnight" back to him.

It must've been late when you woke up again. The room was almost pitch, save for the gentle beam of light coming from the porthole window. Moonbeam seemed to hit your eyes relentlessly, causing you to flinch and scrunch your eyes. You tried to move onto your back, only you couldn't... something was behind you, like a solid pillow or maybe the duvet had bunched up behind you making it hard to move. You could barely see, but as your senses started to return you started to feel the heat that came with the object behind you. It wrapped around your stomach, pressed against your back and leaking into the crook of your neck and immobilising you. It breathed down your shirt and then breathed in gently, tufting the loose hair on your collar. Suddenly that 'thing' wasn't a thing anymore, rather a person held tightly to you. The only other person on the boat and likely nearby, making you feel hotter than you already were.

Ace's hand were over your arms, meeting at your belly where one of his hands was brushing the skin under your slightly lifted shirt. His bare back was rising and falling, moving against you and his legs were bundled in yours. From a bird's eye perspective you were sure anyone would think you were together. It made your face heat up furiously as you tried to turn your chin to at least see him, face snuggled against you. He was a hugger it would seem, cute in a way if you weren't slightly nervous.

Just then, he seemed to shift in a way that had you yelp silently. His crotch area pressed harder into tour backside, shuffling subconsciously and seeming a lot harder than it should be. 'Goddammit' you thought. The idiot was hugged up against you like his life depended on it, you couldn't move and now it seemed like he had a hard-on. Great. You managed to turn only slightly and see his dreamy face smiling sleepily into you shoulder, making very faint noises as he dreamed away. The wetness between your legs wasn't helping, making you rub your thighs together in frustration. You had to wake him up because otherwise you'd get no sleep whatsoever and end up irritable in the morning.

"Ace..." You whispered close to his face, craning your neck. He mumbled in sleep, making you try again. "Ace wake up..."

His lashes fluttered open and God you two were close, faces with your noses practically touching and lips just a few centimetres apart. The pirate was trying to regain his senses too, but seemed distracted by your eyes. "(Y/n)". He spoke in a hazy voice fresh from sleep, pupils blown wide.

You gostled your leg deliberately against his growing length, though it was a cruel move, making him focus on just exactly what he was doing. Ace whined, looking down quickly in confusion and you bit your lip at the measly noise he'd made. "I- uh" he said, looking back up at you. But his gaze wasn't one of confusion, rather warmth and lust. He rubbed against you in retaliation which made you breath sharply. All while this happened his arms tightened on your skin, pulling you impossibly closer. The understanding here was clear, unspoken and physical. You knew he wanted you, you wanted him too. It was bound to happen one way or another from the moment he first looked into your eyes.

His fingers gripped your stomach, snaking up your shirt as he continued the friction against your bodies. The tips of his fingers brushed the underside of one of your breasts, cupping and holding which made you sigh in delight. The pool inside you was getting too much with all the movement, you wanted to take your clothes off. Instead you took one of your hands, while Ace was too preoccupied kissing your shoulder, and slipped it into his trousers and quickly reached for his length. Once in hand Ace moaned, biting your skin softly. "Cruel woman" he muttered with a grin as you began to thumb the tip of his leaking cock.

For a while you teased him and he left marks of your neck, shoulder and back as more desiring noises left the both of you. The atmosphere was sticky and gravitated the two of you to one another in a desperate pursuit for pleasure and for eachother entirely. Rubbing up and down his length, making it damp with his own precum, you whispered to him. "I need you Ace, help me take my clothes off?"

He chuckled, kissing your cheek quickly and seeming to flip you so fast onto your back that you couldn't stop him. Without prompt he reached for the hem of your shirt and you lifted your arms up, making it easy for him to pull it off of you. To his utter delight, even though he'd already felt as much, you weren't wearing anything underneath and instead your nipples perked in the fresh air. His eyes on you didn't feel awful at all like most people made you feel, his were loving and attractive. As he leaned down he whispered gentle praises into your skin, feeling his hand along your hips. The bead of your left breast was taken into his mouth and his licked, teeth just glazing you making a tingle run up your back. Your spine arked a little, leaving room for a hand of his to dip and hold onto your ass and squeeze.

In your whole life, no one had paid attention to you intimately. They took and never gave. But Ace seemed solely at your disposal as he kissed you softly, each a request for permission that you continued to say yes to. His grey eyes looked up at you every so often and even if they were glazed over, he remained alert of your reactions.

Not long after, he'd discarded you bottoms and thrown them away as well. His cheek was pressed against your inner thigh, looking at you lovingly as he rubbed a thumb against your clit. You couldn't help but squirm and moan softly, growing impatient at this teasing. "Ace, please~" you cooed at him. For a fleeting moment you saw his eyes look so utterly taken by you, before reverting back to a somewhat confident look. He knew what you wanted, sighing sarcastically he positioned his face right in front of your womanhood and licked a long stripe up your entrance to the bud at the top. Your hand rested on the back of his head, you were already starting to sweat.

The eager man got back to his work, this time licking and lapping at the soaking junction between your legs like a starved man. His strong fingers held just under one thigh and stopped you from crushing his head (not that he'd complain) and the other was rubbing gentle circles. You swore your leg nearly overpowered him in shock, as only a moment later he slipped two fingers into you. He pumped slowly, cruelly and matched the pace of his lapping. The brunette took a moment to gaze up at you, with those eyes you knew he was smug. A coil built up in your lower body as he continued. You threw your head back, never having felt this growing sensation before but you loved it. Loved him and how he made you feel. Moments later it broke and your whole body felt hot as you whined and convulsed, even then he remained vigilant.

When your orgasm subsided he rose up, chin wet and still smiling at you. He looked positively excited, rather unfit face for what he'd just done to you. "Do you think you could take a little more, love?" He asked you.

You nodded at him, relaxing into the covers as you watched him strip his partly damp joggers. From them strung his dick... even though you'd felt it, seeing it was something else. Ace had a tan line on his waist and so his lower region was only a bit paler, length to match it. Above average length, bent upwards and just about average in terms of girth. Overall he actually had quite a pretty cock compared to the horror stories you'd heard about men before, all unclean and quite gross looking. Ace was fresh and even if he was a sea dog, smelt and cleaned better than most men. Your staring must've made him confused. "Something wrong? We can stop if you want-"

"No, I don't want to stop. You're just... Nice to look at" you giggled. He climbed closed, hovering over you and placing his fists either side of your body. His nose touched your, eyes narrow and seductive. "You like what you seen do you? There's still more to come (Y/n)" he kissed you softly, moving his hands and picking your body up by your thighs. The tip of his length slapped you as he started to position himself. Your eyes lingered at where your bodies would meet, keen to see it happen for some reason.

"Relax lovely thing and let me do the work..." He mused, licking your ear.

Slowly, moving one hand to hold himself, Ace moved his head into your entrance. The electric sting at first made you wince but soon as he started to sink further you began to like the burn of being stretched by him. His pelvis met your skin, bottoming out and he waited there while breathing unevenly. It seemed you had a strong effect on him. You squeezed his arm, urging him to move as you bit your lip.

It was agonisingly steady at first, getting used to being in this position together. But soon enough he'd moved both of his hand back under you and clutched your ass as he moved fasted. Skin slapping filled the room and your head lulled about of the pillows as you let him go, speaking incoherent praises to him. Ace reacted to it well, every time you muttered a "so good" or something else about him he seemed to push into you just a little rougher. The man was starved for attention and so you gave it to him: kissing is neck, running your hand through his hair and even squeezing his own ass which actually made him moan lightly into your neck.

The pressure built between you and Ace seemed to fuck you dumb, eyes so out of it and body so sporadic you thought he might be gone entirely. You remained grounded, only focusing on him and loving him as he let himself take you. You'd never had so much pleasure and fun in your life. Back arching as he became more frantic, leaving peppered kisses across your collar bones. "Ngh- (Y/n)" he kept calling to you, holding your behind and you were sure it would leave two hand print bruises on you.

Suddenly your stomach felt incredibly hot again, more intense than last time. You couldn't even speak properly anymore as Ace sped up into you. He seemed to stutter and aim higher, grunting with each thrust. In only a moment he choked out. "S-shit, cumming-" he was moving in and out of you violently and so you held onto him and braced yourself as your body also started to melt apart. With a final snap, you broke and choked on your own saliva as you felt the most bliss you'd ever had. He quickly pulled himself out, hissing curses as he rubbed himself twice and came hard onto your tummy in long spurts. It painted you in white patches as you too let down your high, panting like an exhausted dog.

The cold night air was now tainted warm and smelt like naked bodies. Ace looked down at you, regaining some sense. "Sorry, I'll clean you up" he murdered with a poorly concealed grin. He hopped of the bed and opened the door to go and fetch a towel, leaving you with only your thoughts and the fact that you had indeed just fucked the Portgas D. Ace, the very same guy you thought would hate you forever. You sighed, watching his shadow shuffle and hum softly far in the kitchen trying to find something soft to clean you with. It made you laugh. What a surprising dork he was...

...

Bonus:

"You get attacked or sum?" Thatch said casually.

Ace hadn't even seen him in the dark of the kitchen. Their little boat had only just docked on the Moby a half hour ago, in the middle of the night so hardly anyone saw them arrive. Ace was too tired to care, and too keen to get back to his new lover.

"What?" He asked tiredly.

Thatch pointed at him. "You got a bunch of fat bruises on you Ace, if I didn't know any better I'd say you've been fuc-"

"Shut up Thatch!"

Hope you enjoyed this lazy, smutty and quite frankly unplanned pt2. Soz it took ages, I'm a busy gal. Anyway, my first smut and quite frankly I'm ashamed of my depraved self.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x you #portgas d ace #ace one piece

[falseren]

fantasy arranged marriage au falseren (based after my favourite arranged marriage hiccstrid fic) in which the elders arrange it for the sake of alliance/ politics. false is displeased that she's going to marry some random guy who's probably an egotistic asshole until she's told that she's marrying ren, someone she actually got along with when they spent time as kids dragged along to meetings. because she remembers ren as being kind and silly in comparison to the other boorish, arrogant heirs. and everyone around her is like "false don't worry, you're intimidating and strong and an accomplished warrior, you'll totally boss him around, he'll crumple like wet paper in front of you, he'll do whatever you says, you're totally winning in this union." false considers her options and thinks this could be worse. as a kid ren for whatever reason was keen to impress her and liked her a lot, so she assumes he'll still have an okay impression of her as adults. and she's like "okay maybe we can be civil and work together". and everyone around her flatters her like wowwww you're sooo cool false there's no way he won't want you and btw he probably had a crush on you as kids and she's like. wait. what

so false goes to the wedding feeling nervous but pretty okay because this could be worse and she retains the impression that ren likes her and wants to impress her. BUT then she actually sees ren. ren who is a sweaty nervous wreck and looking veeeerrry anxious and pathetic. they get to talk and it's AWKWARD but false decides to be nice and strike up a friendship. but before she can say anything, ren immediately jumps in with a rambly

"i'm sorry i didn't want this either i asked for a non-marriage alliance but the elders made me do it i don't want this and i'm so sorry maybe we can get this annulled—"

and false, who'd thought ren was at least okay with marrying her, is suddenly mortified by her assumption. her ego gets critically hit. he doesn't want to marry her? when she's strong and capable and smart and a good fighter?? oh? oh??? he hates this alliance? he hates spending time with her? he HATES her?????????

false feels so offended by this that she doesn't try to act nice and coldly goes "glad we're on the same page" (they're not) (they're really not) (she feels awful that she assumed he liked her even if just on a surface level) (and hurt that she'd made peace with the alliance and was kinda looking forward to getting to know him and he's not reciprocating)

in reality, ren thinks false is super duper cool and awesome and she doesn't deserve to be chained to someone like him, and he's certain she'll find him weak and useless and clumsy and hence she'll hate him. so with these assumptions, he decided to jump the boat and pacify her by saying he didn't want this, because of course false would loathe being stuck with a loser like him, of course she hates this entire affair, and she'll be better off if this never happened. and ren thought false would feel relieved to hear that he didn't want this (he actually did kind of want her compared to the other options because he thinks she's amazing but his own insecurity kicks him in butt, and he's scared she'll think he's creepy). but false is aloof and ren is like. ah. i was right. she's PISSED that she's getting married to ME. she HATES me. deserved. tbh.

so it's like awkward miscommunication and ren going ";-; i'm not good enough and she hates me ;-;" and false going "how DARE he hate me!" but secretly they're both like "whyyyy won't they like me as much as i like them :("

#sillies :] #fuck. this got so long #arranged marriage aus my beloved (consequences of being into hiccstrid) #arranged marriage au

[kidney9-9]

Not Today Mister - Chapter 15

hi im back with another chapter. hope you all enjoy!

Aizawa x Reader Masterlist

-

Now, it was time to go talk to Nezu, and confess the truth. You were nervous but hopeful because your talk with Hizashi went so well. You were friends with him now! That was the best scenario there was for your outcome.

You walked down the hallways with your cart, occasionally picking up the full trash cans and emptying them. You still had to do your job, even though you were on your way to talk with your boss.

Just as you were about to knock on his door, it opened up to reveal Hound Dog. He grinned at you, and you waved as he said a hello to you politely.

“Hello, Y/n!” You heard from behind Hound Dog. You peered down as Hound Dog walked out of the doorway and you saw Nezu standing there. You smiled back sweetly to him.

“Hi boss!” You greeted.

“How are you doing after what happened? You seemed pretty startled.” Nezu started, looking concerned.

You sighed, “I – uh, actually needed to tell you something about that.” Nezu raised his eyebrows at you and nodded for you to continue. You bit back another sigh.

“I’m not really scared of Aizawa, in fact it’s kind of the opposite. I really admire him and like him, boss. And I know the policy for coworkers seeing each other and I know I’m not supposed to date him, but this crush I have is huge – and trust me, I’ve tried to stay away from him but it’s not working out. I freak out whenever I see him and it’s something that needs to stop too, but I don’t know how.” You rambled, stressed out completely.

Nezu didn’t look phased at all. Instead, he smiled briefly at you and turned around and welcomed you into the room.

For a second, you stared at him bizarrely, before he spoke up.

“My dear, I’ve always known you’ve liked Aizawa!” He laughed manically. You blinked and gaped at him.

“Huh?” You let out.

“I know, dear. I know. Ever since you told me that you were scared of him, I knew you had a crush on him. I didn’t know how strong it was and I also didn’t know that you were having problems talking to him. Was that why you suggested those disguises?”

“Nezu!” You gasped.

“What? Is something wrong?” Nezu asked, completely unaware as to why you were so shocked.

“How come you knew, and you didn’t say anything? Especially when we were about to do the plan!”

“What plan?” He questioned, now confused.

“The plan with Hizashi and Aya to get Aizawa to the interrogation room so I could talk to him without freaking out.” You explained, shrugging.

“Oh, my. That’s an interesting plan.” Nezu giggled.

“Right? It was going to work until you walked in.” You said, laughing as well.

“Oh no! My apologies, dear.” Nezu laughed along with you, then continued, “We will work something out together though.”

“What do you mean? Aren’t you going to reprimand me or punish me?” You asked, unsure.

“No, of course not! If this was in front of others though, I would have to set an example.” Nezu explained, nodding his head to you. “Now of course, I want to help you too. You two are my favorites! It would be a dream come true if you two became a couple! I’ll help you with a new plan or maybe it is wise just to tell him upfront, if you can.”

You bit your lip before you responded. “I don’t know if I can talk to him without freaking out. I feel like a mess around him. I always feel the blush on my face, and I get sweaty and nervous and there’s butterflies in my stomach. I know that if I knew him better then I wouldn’t feel this way, but it still happens.” You explained.

“Aww how sweet.” Nezu exclaimed cheerfully.

“Yeah, it’s sweet but stupid, right?” You said, shaking your head.

“Huh, no, no it’s not. It’s just sweet. I’ll help you with it.” He promised you. You smiled back to him, feeling hopeful.

-

Hizashi gulped nervously as he sat near Aizawa in the break room. The man was currently not asleep – which was a big problem, because whenever he chooses not to sleep during the breaks, it means something is happening.

“So, how are you, man?” He asked nervously.

“I know what you’re hiding.” Aizawa deadpanned, staring at him without any emotion. Hizashi’s eyes widened at the words and laughed slightly.

“Huh, what do you mean?” He questioned, leaning slightly away from Aizawa.

“I know who the girl is, and I know you’ve been talking to her about me.” Aizawa responded, rolling his eyes.

“HOW! She hides from you and uses disguises!” Hizashi yelled, activating his quirk accidentally.

Aizawa cringed, holding his hands over his ears as he stared at Hizashi annoyed. “I didn’t. I know now, though, because you just told me. She wears disguises. Am I that scary?”

“Oh no, she isn’t scared of you, it’s because she really likes you.” Hizashi replied, sighing.

Aizawa’s eyes widened, “A girl likes me?”

Hizashi giggled, “Yeah, surprising right? Who’d like a grump like you?”

Aizawa elbowed him harshly, “Girls can like me just fine.”

“Yeah right! As your beset friend, I would know. And I know just one girl that likes you.” Hizashi laughed again.

“Where is she? Is she in disguise right now, here?” Aizawa looked around the break room, staring suspiciously at the fridge.

Hizashi burst out in laughter, holding his stomach hard as he leaned down into his laugh. “Now? No, she barely comes into this room. Only when she needs to.” Hizashi didn’t realize he just gave Aizawa the hint that would reveal you.

“Oh? And she needs to come in here only sometimes…” Aizawa went on, nodding.

“Right, only to clean it.” Hizashi shrugged.

“Oh, so it’s the janitor I shouted at.” Aizawa blanked, eyes widening again. He instantly felt guilty, realizing that you only acted like that around him because you like him – not because you think he’s a bad teacher.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #mha x reader #mha x you #thank you for reading

[hearthotchner]

for @my-mummy-dust

Another blurb request: the reader tiredly cuddling (basically falling asleep on Aaron) on the plane back home from a case and then maybe quite possibly when she wakes up Aaron is tucking her into her bed and she wakes up and asks him to stay with her bc she’s scared? Idk smith like that

tw; implications of sexual assault (non-consensual touching)

no matter what you did, you couldn’t get it out of your head. how his fingers dug so far into you, that they left deep crescent marks. how his hands roamed your body, gripping onto whatever part of you he could. the way he pulled you into his disgusting, sweaty chest, and calling you a “pretty little thing.”

which is why you had barely slept the night at the hotel, after the case. finding one way or another to busy yourself: watching a movie, catching up on paperwork, taking a shower — you scrubbed so hard, your skin turned red, yet you still felt filthy, still felt his vice-like hands all over you.

when it was time to get to the airstrip, you felt a sense of relief wash over you; maybe, the trained agents around you would bring some comfort.

they didn’t.

your eyelids felt so heavy, they’d constantly be closing; you only got a few seconds in, though. when his gravelly voice would begin to echo in your head, the feeling of fingers ghosted over the bruises he left, they’d snap open.

eventually, you gave up, leaving your seat to make a coffee — not noticing the second set of footsteps, following closely behind you.

a heavy hand took its place on your shoulder, “hey.”

you jumped at his sudden appearance, “hotch!”

“are you okay?” he asked, brows creased with worry.

“yeah.. i’m fine. i just, haven’t been sleeping properly.” it was half the truth, but you couldn’t say anything else. you didn’t want aaron to think you were weak, he’s been dealing with stuff worse than this for years. what would he think if you got emotional over one case? he’d probably demote you.

“alright, well, you wouldn’t mind me sitting with you, then? i’m working and i don’t wanna wake anyone else.” he was always so gentle with you, soft-spoken, you didn’t think someone like him could have a voice like that.

“not at all,” you smiled, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“you know, if you’re having trouble sleeping, that’s not gonna help.” he informed, motioning toward your coffee cup. “i think there’s some chamomile tea, around here. go sit down, i’ll make you some.”

“hotch, you don’t have to.”

“but i want to. go sit down, sweetheart.” the pet name that fell from his lips, filled your stomach with little butterflies, and caused a blush to rise up your cheeks. you turned and left without an argument, after that, so he wouldn’t see the affect his words had on you.

resting your head against the window, you thought about your boss. the rest of the team always made comments about how he had a soft-spot for you, and how he’d do things for you, that he wouldn’t do for anyone else.

obviously that wasn’t true in the slightest, aaron was just a caring person in general, always looking out for everyone, especially his team.

he sighed sitting down, but gave you a quick smile,“here.”

the scent of sandalwood, with some citrus, filled the air around you — it smelled good, comforting.

“thanks,” you looked over, noticing he hadn’t brought any of his files with him, “aren’t you gonna get your stuff?”

“no, i figured i’d leave it. there’s more important things.” he turned to face you, eyes filled with worry bore into yours “are you sure you’re alright?” you nodded, wishing you could kiss away the frown etched onto his face. “i’m here if you need anything, okay?”

“okay, thanks hotch.” your voice nothing but a whisper.

you didn’t know if was the smell of his cologne, or hotch himself, that was lulling you to sleep, but you finally got to rest your eyes; neither did you know, when the wall you were laying on became so soft, firm, but soft. though, you didn’t dwell on it too much, when you slipped into the dream world, free from the events of the last few days.

—

it was a sight to see, for the bau team: their unit chief, and colleague, who swears to not have a crush on him, cuddled up together on the jet, asleep. all the frown lines, that were thought to be engraved on aaron hotchner’s face, seemed to disappear.

they made sure to send pictures to their favourite tech analyst, for safe keeping, of course.

—

“(y/n).. (y/n), wake up.” you woke up to him, gently shaking your shoulder.

“hm?”

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, “this is my third time waking you, but we have to go upstairs, to my apartment.” you murmured something in agreement, got out the car and followed him.

his apartment?

“hotch?” he hummed, in acknowledgment, his focus shifting from the ascending numbers on the lift to you, “why are we going to your apartment?” you tiredly asked, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“i figured it’d be easier to let you sleep here. i didn’t want you driving yourself home when you’re this tired, and i could give you a lift in the morning too.” he offered, “i hope that’s okay. i can take you home, if you really want. i thought the extra hour of sleep would help.”

what a gentleman, you thought to yourself. “no, it’s fine. thanks again, hotch, it means a lot.”

he was so sweet. you didn’t think it was possible to fall harder for him than you already did, before today; he always seemed to prove you wrong.

how couldn’t you fall for someone like aaron? it was inevitable.

—

pulling the covers over you, he said, “there’s an extra blanket at the foot of the bed, if it gets too cold. and, if you need anything else, let me know, okay? i’ll be in the living room.”

you insisted that you took the couch, he’d done enough for you already, but he wouldn’t accept: telling you he’d gotten enough sleep on the plane, and that he wouldn’t need anymore.

when the door clicked shut, you were left alone again, with nothing other than your thoughts, and the dark.

you tossed, and turned, not being able to calm yourself to sleep. whenever you closed your eyes, you wound up being there, with his hands all over you again.

your eyes were trained on the door, fearing that he’d burst through any minute — even though you knew he never would.

you slipped out from under the covers, and hesitantly made your way to the living room.

aaron was laying there, staring up at the ceiling, lost in his own thoughts, until a small voice filled the silence,“hotch?”

he sat up, and was met with glossy eyes, “yeah?”

“can- could you stay with me for a bit?” wiping your cheek, you continued, voice beginning to shake, “i don’t want to be alone right now.. please?” and when your voice cracked, his heart broke.

almost immediately, he got up, “yeah, okay. let’s go.” he spoke quietly, leading you back to his bedroom.

—

again, he pulled the covers over both of you, and let you cuddle into his chest, “when you’re ready to talk about it, i’ll be here to listen.” he spoke softly, covering your hand with his larger one.

“goodnight hotch.” you mumbled, eyes already closing.

“you can call me aaron,” he began to rub the back of your hand with his thumb.

“goodnight aaron.”

“sweet dreams, (y/n).” he whispered.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fluff #criminal minds fanfiction #ik this was meant to be a blurb but i got carried away #this cut thing isn’t working

[whats-wild-to-you]

Can I request for something based off Love Me Like You Do by Eillie Goulding? That song has been stuck in my head since the one-off boss scenario 😫

50 Shades Of Jay 🔥🫦🥵🍆💦

so this is set two months after Jay and y/n had established their special relationship. While in the beginning Jay was very strict about separating work and pleasure he’s finding it harder and harder (🤭) to keep his hands off of her even at work

EDIT: halfway in I stopped typing, wondering if you were hoping for smut at all. But as I was already in the middle of writing it, I realized it was already too late to stop ��‍♀️😂 _____________________________________________

The meeting went on for longer than Jay expected and he impatiently tapped his fingers on the mahogany table. When it was finally over, Jay stormed out of the conference room, taking the elevator down to your floor. He looked for you but didn’t find you. When he asked one of your colleagues, he said you were running errands.

So Jay waited by the elevators for you. As soon as he saw you, he dragged you back in one, pressing the number to his floor.

“What is going on?”

“I came to see you, but you weren’t there!” He said, his voice low and threatening.

You had learned pretty early on that Jay didn’t like it if he didn’t know about your whereabouts. So you developed a habit of texting him, letting him know when you left your cubicle.

“I should just have you move to the office next to mine.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to raise eyebrows at all!” You mumbled under your breath in a sarcastic tone.

Jay immediately hit the emergency stop button and the elevator came to a halt.

He pushed you against the wall, his eyes piercing through yours. He licked his lips and his fingers went up your skirt. He smiled when he noticed you were wet.

“For a moment there I thought you were angry at me.” He whispered close to your ear, while his tongue was brushing over your skin.

You moaned involuntarily and Jay pressed the button again, eager to get to his office fast.

He locked the door behind him and dimmed the lights while he sat you down on his leather couch.

Hovering above you, he kissed you passionately while removing your blouse.

“I can’t get enough of you. I miss you whenever I’m not with you.”

You switched places, with Jay now sitting on the couch and you straddling his lap. He removed your bra with one hand and sucked vigorously on your nipples.

Pleasure mixed with pain when he bit into them and immediately licked the area around it soothingly.

“Won’t people notice that I’m gone?” You managed to utter in between moans. 

Jay shook his head and instructed you to undress him instead. So you clumsily managed to undo his pants and slide them down to his knees. With his hands cupped under your butt, he positioned you on top of his cock, letting you slide in slowly. You remained silent at first, afraid that people would walk by and hear your moans.

But the more silent you remained the harder Jay fucked you, eager to get a reaction out of you.

Instead, you shut your eyes tightly and tried to control your breathing. Because you weren’t looking at him, you couldn’t see that Jay was getting angrier by the second.

“Don’t you like it?”

“I like it.” You answered, your eyes still shut.

“Then look at me and tell me again!”

You opened your eyes, staring into Jay’s angry ones. Still you weren’t scared, just aroused.

“I like it. A lot!” You threw your head back when Jay drilled deeper into you.

“Let me hear it. Let me hear how much you like it!”

You were concerned, but learned quickly to never doubt jay. As he pounded you mercilessly, you let go of any inhibitions and moaned to your heart’s content. It turned Jay on, and made him want to pleasure you even more.

Soon after, you experienced an earth-shattering orgasm while he simultaneously unloaded inside you.

“Come with me.” He said out of breath, brushing loose hair off your sweaty forehead.

“Come where?”

“I need to go to LA for a business meeting. I want you with me.”

“How?”

“Leave it to me. Just tell me that you will come with me.”

You nodded your head and got up off his lap, cleaning up your mess before putting your clothes back on.

“We leave in two days.”

Two days later you’re sitting in Jay’s private jet, flying to LA. You would be lying if you said you didn’t expect to join the mile high club but since Jay’s business advisor was also traveling with you, you had to behave. One look at Jay and you knew how hard it was for him to hold back.

As soon as you landed, Jay faked a headache and went straight to his room. You followed closely after.

“This was the hardest thing I ever did. I don’t think I’ve ever gone 11 hours without touching you.”

“I wanted to feel your hands on me too.”

“Tell me where.”

Grinning, you sat down across from Jay, spreading your legs. He gasped when he noticed you weren’t wearing underwear. “Good thing I wasn’t aware of it during the flight. I would’ve pushed my advisor off the plane without a parachute.”

You smiled and started to finger yourself while your eyes stayed firmly on Jay. He leaned back, enjoying the view, licking his lips in anticipation. When you made yourself cum, you moaned and screamed out his name until you felt the bed dip. Slowly you opened your eyes, pulled him closer for a kiss, then proceeded to undress him.

Completely naked, you laid him on his back and watched from a distance as he jerked himself of, saying your name over and over.

Then you searched your luggage for the bag he packed. When you opened it, you saw all of his favorite toys but rummaged through its contents until you found what you were looking for. Eagerly you tied him up on the bedpost and rode him like an unbroken horse, cumming several times.

After loosening the rope, Jay pounced on you, using the same rope to tie your arms and feet. You ended up on the floor, with your hands tied behind your back and your feet tied as well. Jay lifted your legs, throwing them over his shoulder while he brushed over your entrance with the tip of his dick. 

No matter how much you were protesting, he kept teasing you, even after you resorted to using profanities.

Your pussy was dripping, experiencing spasms each time Jay’s cock brushed over its entrance, lightly pushing against your sore folds.

“I want to be like this forever. Naked. Fucking. You’re so fucking beautiful baby.”

You were so aroused, that even hearing Jay’s voice almost made you cum.

Finally he showed mercy and swiftly buried his dick inside you, screaming out your name with every thrust.

“I’m cumming!” You mumbled more to yourself. Jay heard you and initially wanted to pull out, but couldn’t bring himself to. He wanted to feel your pulsating pussy around his cock, wanted to hear your screams, so he increased the tempo, quickly pumping in and out of you.

Later at night he got up when he noticed you were wincing in pain in your sleep. Realizing he overdid it, he drew you a bath and woke you up, gently carrying you to the bathroom. The warm water immediately soothed your pain and Jay stayed with you, caressing your cheek, lulling you back to sleep.

#Jay Park #more soju please #park jaebum #park jaebeom #park jaybum #ask me anything #ask response #anon ask #send me asks #asks open #anon request

[hotwings0203]

GOD I JUST READ UR BAKUGOU FIGHTER ONESHOT AND LAKSLAKSSKKAKAA

im in love, its soooo good😭😭😭😭 and i just wanted to ask, maybe if there is a possibility of u writing the second part w smut!👉🏼👈🏼 🥺

u r so talented!!! i love u💕💕💕

Wow fun fact: I actually love you anon

JUST FOR YOU, I SHALL INDULGE!!👆🏽

Pt.1

Tw:noncon, implied death

He was inside you.

He was grunting.

You were the mortar, he was the pestle.

“Fuck,” he pants inside your mouth. “You get turned on this much by watching dweebs like him get slaughtered out there?”

You sob and try futilely to once again lift his weight off of your pinned body, but he merely slaps your bouncing tits.

“Stay still. Don’t fucking move unless you want me to bruise your cervix. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little masochist? Isn’t that why you didn’t try as hard to push your boy toy out of the rink, huh? ‘Cause a slut like you gets off on watching a man like me show everyone whose boss?”

You cry out muffled against his palm after he gives a particularly rabid thrust, making sure to grind his tip against the sides of your gooey walls.

In a moment of savage triumph, Bakugo lets his slobbery tongue lather itself all over your cheeks. He tastes the tears that collect at the sides of your mouth, he tastes the sweat that gathers on your forehead and he swears it tastes like heaven itself.

He pulls back while continuing to pound you into the mattress, and he takes a good long look at you mere inches away from your face.

You’re a mess. Your eyes are rolling to the back of their sockets while your hair is strewn across the pillows, your hands pinned behind your back in an uncomfortable twist from his meaty hands.

He looks rabid almost. His eyes are everywhere, on your red eyes, on your bouncing tits, on the connection from his body to yours.

Your mouth forms an ‘O’ against his sweaty palm, consistently kept open from your moans and pained whimpers.

It’s true that he’s good with his dick, unfortunately all that talk wasn’t just for show. He had something to prove to you, and prove he did.

Or, is currently doing.

“Answer me, slut. Did you like watching me send your little boyfriend to the hospital?”

He uncovers your mouth and permits you to take a wild gasping breath. The rhythm of his hips cease as he waits for you to gather yourself momentarily, but he doesn’t pull out. You are just a pretty cockwarmer for him right now, no need to think that you deserve any more mercy than he’s already giving you.

“‘D-didnt like it. ‘Wanna go home, lemme go, get off of me,” you sob and weakly pull your wrists out of his hold to push him, but with a mean laugh he flips you over so that your face is smushed agains the pillows and your ass is in the air.

He yanks your hair back and you shriek at the feeling of strands being ripped from your head. He pulls you back up until his mouth is right next to your ear and your spine is lined up with his chest.

“No? You didn’t like it baby?” He hisses mockingly in your ear, and roughly fondles a bruised tit.

“I didn’t like it when you were licking lips with him in front of me either, but I guess we can’t all get what we want…well maybe you can’t. I’ll take whatever the fuck I want from you though.” And with that he lets go of your head and lets you unceremoniously fall back onto the downy covers.

Bakugo grabs your hips and pull your ass back until it’s flush against his dick. He rubs the wet tip up and down your ass, and traces it down your slit, letting it press in a little further when in contact with your entrance.

He doesn’t push it in though. No, he goes lower and lower until the member in his hand parts your lips open and it brushes against your clit.

When it does, your body shudders and jerks at the sensation of his tip swirling in your juices around the little nub and prodding at the sensitive flesh. He thrusts slowly and lets the sensation build at your throbbing clit before pulling back abruptly.

You fist the sheets and try to ignore the way your legs shake. It’s humiliating, you know you can’t even shift to your side lest he props you back face down ass up like a fucking animal.

And he was treating you like one, too.

He panted like a dog when he let your juices drool and collect around his girth, and he clawed and teethed on your neck and tits as if he were some kind of mutt.

It scared you how badly he wanted you.

You feel a soft tapping against your clit and you unconsciously arch your back and mewl when the area buzzes with need.

It almost physically hurts the winding coil in your stomach to hold your hips back from chasing Bakugo’s dick as he pulls away, the fucker knowing that you wanted more no matter how terrified you were of him.

“Aww, what’s wrong kitty? No more bitchy attitude and claws? Don’t worry, I’ll soothe your other kitty pretty soon,” he snorts at his own unfunny joke.

You don’t laugh. In fact, you tremble with indignation and horror when he begins pushing back into you as if it were the only place for his cock to be.

“Fucking shit,” he hisses in pleasure as he slowly sheaths his entire length around your dripping cavern. “Maybe I’ll bring in his broken body and set him up on the chair right there-“ he pushes your head to the side so you can see the armchair he points to. You don’t really care about the stupid chair though, not really when you can feel yourself stretch painfully and ingest every vein that scrapes against your insides.

“I’ll take his broken wrists and snap ‘em back to their normal state just so I can break them again when I cuff him down. I’ll make you look at him right in his pathetic eyes when I’m balls deep inside your slutty cunt.”

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan when he pulls out just to grab onto your hips and slam your ass against his groin again. He watches as your cheeks clap around his dick and spreads your gooey substance around his thighs and stomach.

“Baku-“

Smack

“Katsuki!”

“The fuck did I say about calling me by my name? You want me to bring him out of the morgue and light his body up too? Didnt realize you hated him that much, fuckin’ whore.”

All of a sudden you feel a heavy weight leaning forward and draping itself on your back, suffocating you with feeling filled everywhere. Your sweaty bodies mash, fluids mixing as he grabs your hair like reigns and slaps his hips against yours. The mattress shakes with the force of his thrusts and you swear you can feel him poking through your stomach when he suddenly lets out a loud groan.

He doesn’t give you any kind of indication that he’s cum, you only feel hot ropes of his seed shoot into your poor, wounded pussy. It stings with the mixture of blood that seeps out of you, the clash making an almost cute pink color coming out of your hole.

Bakugo unravels his hands from your hair and peels himself off of you, but when you try to shakily follow pursuit he leans an elbow into your spine, successfully making you squeal in pain and flop back onto the bed.

“Stay down. Teasing sluts like you don’t deserve to move off their natural habitat.” He sneers and uses a thumb to pull your asscheeks apart, inspecting his cum.

He whistles and lightly slaps one cheek, passing the view off as satisfactory.

“Please,” you rasp, opening one bleary eye to watch him pull a shirt on. “Please just tell me if you got him help.”

Katsuki smiles and lights a blunt. He takes a long drag and peers at your wrecked body.

“You didn’t hear what I said earlier?”

Your heart seizes and you slowly pull your head up from the pillow, eyes as wide as the moon.

“Who says he’s even alive?”

#bnha smut #yandere bakugo x reader #bakugo bnha #bakugo smut #tw: implied/referenced violence #tw: noncon #tw: implied death #yandere bakugo #katsuki bakugo oneshot #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki #mha #bnha #bakugo #bakugo x you #yandere bakugo katsuki

[sugawara-sweetheart]

𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 (𝔪)

❥pro hero!shoto todoroki x fem!reader

❥warnings: noncon, yandere, nipple play, office sex, weight descriptor used (maybe once or twice)

❥word count: 2k

❣︎anon: I saw your request post- I’m pretty new to your blog so I’m not sure who you write for- but maybe something with pro hero!Todoroki and his new assistant? One that’s used to receiving and handing out casual touches, but when they give him that type of physical treatment, he interprets it wrong, and thinks they like him? (Not sure if you write non-con, I understand if you don’t) It could either end with them being hit with a sex polled quirk, or him just taking what he wants..? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

another late night working. the streets outside have slowed down, darkness blankets the sky and todoroki is still at his desk, filling out paperwork. his head drums and his mouth is filled with the taste of coffee, exhausted from patrolling and training new interns but the day isn’t done yet. he’s just glad he has your company.

“you should go home soon, shoto.” you smile as you enter his office, bringing him a cup of sweet-smelling tea. you always make it perfectly too, exactly how he likes it that every sip has warmth running through him and he swears your fingers are magic. or maybe it’s every part of you- every atom of your being is ethereal and beautiful. “you work so hard, you deserve a good rest.” as you place the tea down on his desk by the stack of papers he has to get through, he sees how your eyes practically shine with admiration towards him. and it’s not superficial admiration- not simply admiring his unique quirk or pandering to him because of his father’s fame- but genuine sheer admiration, respect, love.

“just ten more minutes.” todoroki smiles and you laugh as you reach out to squeeze his shoulder, settling on the edge of his desk. you did that often, sit at his desk with you tight costume squeezing your thighs as you reach out to pat his shoulders. sometimes you’d ruffle his hair, give him a little side hug, graze your fingers over his arm- but he isn’t oblivious. not anymore. he knows exactly how you feel towards him, and in all truthfulness, he feels it all for you too. “i’m not ready to go home yet, not whilst you’re still here.” you laugh merrily at his words, your eyes crinkling so prettily with your smile that todoroki can’t help but feel his own smile grow. everything about you is so wonderful- your quirk, your work ethic, your sweet nature. you’re perfect for him. the gentleness, the patience, the understanding and sheer love he lacked so much in his upbringing- you held it all for him. a warmth after so much cold.

“you know i always like to keep you company.” you say. your hand still remains on his shoulder, your eyes piercing into his. he knows you love him. he knows you’re waiting for him to do the right thing, to be the chivalrous gentleman you crave and take what you both desire so much.

“good. only keep mine too. no one else.” a small crease etches between your brows and you slowly retract your hand as todoroki squeezes your thigh, groaning at the soft plushness and warmth of your body.

“well, you are my only boss.” it’s an awkward chuckle and you’re about to slide off the desk but he’s faster, standing up immediately and caging you between the wood with his tall body. his hands fit perfectly onto your hips, grasping you tight as he lowers his face to yours, lips ghosting yours.

“no.” your eyes are wide, body still. “i mean, be mine only. be my love. be with me forever-” he groans as he nuzzles his face against yours, eyes fluttering shut as he inhales in the sweet scent of your body. “be mine forever.”

“sh-shoto, i think you’ve got-”

“it’s okay.” he cuts you off quickly with a kiss to your lips, cupping your face and silencing you with his lips pressed to yours, groaning at the saccharine taste of you even though you splutter and try to prise him away from you. “it’s okay- you don’t have to speak, you don’t have to say anything.” you don’t return his wide smile as he strokes your face tenderly. he didn’t realise you were this shy. “i know everything- all your little touches, how much you care for me, how sweet you are- i know you love me. and i love you too.” you gasp when he takes your hand, pressing it to his crotch and his head falls back with a soft sigh as you feel his hardening dick pressing against the fabric of his hero suit. “look what you do to me.”

“shoto, please-” your head turns away as he tries to lean in to kiss you, his lips instead tracing along your jaw as his hands find the zipper of the hero suit. “i think you’ve misunderstood.”

“you don’t have to be shy.” he murmurs against your skin, hips slowly rutting his hardened cock into your stomach as he peels down your suit. “i’ll take care of you. forever.”

todoroki inhales sharply at the sight of your beautiful body. you shudder, gripping the edge of the table with your face contorted with worry but all he can focus on is mouthing kisses along your collarbones, hands massaging your breasts.

“hey, don’t be scared.” he coos gently, tongue flicking over your pebbling nipples. “i’ll make you feel good, you look so beautiful.” he grunts as he pulls his cock out of the confines of his pants, hardening as he strokes it whilst you’re stuck between his body and the desk.

“shoto- i’m not- please.” your eyes fill with tears and todoroki is gentle as he cups your chin, slotting his lips between yours as his hand delves between your thighs. his cheeks dampen with your tears but he understands why you’d be scared, he knows it’s daunting and you’re his assistant- but it’s okay, he’ll take care of you. you’re the love of his life, he knows exactly how to treat you. his fingers swirl your clit slowly, dampening with your slick as you tremble, your fingers circling his wrist when he starts to pump his fingers into your tight hole. your walls cling to his limbs, slick squelching louder as sounds fall from your lips- neither of you are sure whether they’re cries or moans.

“are you going to cum?” shoto mumbles, head lowering to wrap his lips around your nipple. he sucks, tongue swirling and flicking over it as your legs quiver around his hand, walls fluttering as your tear-stained face falls back.

“shoto- no, no- i don’t-” but your body can’t deny the pleasure pulsating through as your walls tighten around his curling fingers, a moan falling from your lips when he rubs against that spongy patch deep inside and wetness gushes from you. you’re sobbing as you cum, shoto’s fingers fucking you through your high as he kisses along your chest, along your throat before he meets your lips, swallowing down your cries.

“it’s okay, it’s okay,” he shushes you gently, one hand cupping the back of your head and pulling your face into the warmth of his shoulder whilst he pulls the other from between your legs. a thick sheen of your release glistens on his fingers, making him groan as he slips his fingers between his lips. you stare at him with horrified glassy eyes, watching him suck and lick his fingers clean, groaning at the taste of you with drunken, heavy-lidded eyes. “god, i love you so much- you taste so good- want you so bad.”

“sh-shoto-” you sniffle as you cling to his shoulders, squirming on the desk but he doesn’t see it- he doesn’t see the pelading in your eyes, begging him. or maybe he does. he just reads it entirely differently, as he pushes you further onto the desk, hands spreading your legs gently but firmly.

“hm, it’s okay- i know you want more.” he mumbles, pressing his forehead against yours as he grips his cock, stroking it slowly. “i’ll give it to you,” he grunts as he slides his dick along your folds, your warm wet pussy gliding along, dampening the veiny skin with your slick. “and when we go home today, we can do it again and again.” your head spins as you feel the leaking cockhead prod at your entrance, heart racing and blood ringing in your ears. you’re seeing black spots. “i’ll never let you leave me.”

the stretch burns. your body goes slack but shoto’s there- he’s fucking everywhere as he holds you up against his chest, mouthing kisses at your sweaty skin and groaning against it, his breath hot and wet as he slides his cock into your cunt. it hurts, even with his hand slipping between your bodies, swirling your clit slow with warm stimulation running through you.

“you feel so good.” he groans, head falling into your shoulder. “so tight- you’re so perfect for me. i love you so much.” he slowly rocks his hips into you, your walls tightening as you groan with discomfort, with utter disgust and hate but you can’t do anything. your body feels heavy, even with your mind screaming at you to fucking move. bite him, scratch him, use your quirk, why can’t you just fight back? “love you so much- you’re all i think about. you feel so much better than i ever imagined.” his thrusts grow faster, deeper with his thick cock rubbing at all the sensitive spots in your cunt. even with your mind going blank, the tears growing dry on your face as you cling to shoto, letting him fuck into your pussy with loud sinful moans, you can’t stop your body from reacting to the warmth of the pleasure. his fingers rub your swelling clit, pushing you closer to the edge as his cock rubs against your spongy walls, the pressure building in the pit of your stomach before your orgasm hits. you cry heavily as you cum, shoto’s fast thrusts prolonging your high.

but he doesn’t stop, even as it hurts and you’re pressed flat against the table- instead he fucks you faster, desperate with heavy moans as his hands grope your tits.

“you looked so pretty creaming all over my cock.” he sighs, his head falling between your breasts as he continues to fuck you. it hurts now, cockhead nudging into your cervix as you cry out at the dull pain. “i can’t wait to fuck you more- make you into my cute little housewife. i’d treat you so well- i’d fuck you everywhere, over this desk, in the morning, at night- everything you want i’d give you.”

“shoto, please stop.” it’s the first time you could choke out the words, your hands pushing at his chest but he’s too strong, a deep grunt falling from his lips as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“soon, baby. i’ll cum soon- so deep inside this pretty cunt. i’ll let everyone know you’re all mine.”

“no!” it’s a desperate shriek, easily drowned out by his heavy moans as he ruts faster, fucking you for his own pleasure whilst you wince. “please stop- it hurts- stop!”

it’s too late. his head falls back as his cock twitches and you feel the sticky warmth of cum flooding your cunt. there’s so much of it, filling you up entirely and leaking in globules from your abused hole when he pulls out, panting with his cheeks flushed pink. you can’t even cry anymore as he presses his forehead to yours, cupping your face with a smile tugging at his lips.

“you’re my sweet girl. forever. tell me you love me.”

you should hate him. he’s violated you, broken your trust, broken you. there’s an ache between your legs and hurt wracking through your chest but those piercing blue eyes look so desperate searching your face. there’s a horrible twinge as his fingers grip you tighter.

“i love you, shoto.”

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[jane-writes-stuff]

“I didn’t know any better…” - Lee Know Imagine

A/N: doing night shifts now so I won’t be posting regularly. Part 2? Please let me now in the comments or ask box!

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Pairing: Lee Know x Fem!reader - establishedrelationship!au

Summary: What happens when Lee Know does something behind your back?

“Where the hell is he now?”, you whispered to yourself, a little unsure. You looked around the street anxiously waiting for your boyfriend Minho. You were supposed to go on a date but he has been late for 45 minutes already, you checked the time not even two seconds ago. You couldn’t believe it, it wasn’t the first time he has been late when you’re supposed to go on a date with him. 

You have been together for almost two years and the last six months he has been late or even forgetting your dates. He would be acting suspiciously, as if he would cheat on you. You didn’t like it one bit of course, it made you insecure. Minho is one of the most handsome guys you have ever met and you? You were mediocre at best and you didn’t understand why he would like you. He of course reassured you that you were the prettiest girl he has ever met and he wouldn’t want anyone else. But now, you don't know it anymore.

As you were, once more, looking around you saw a figure running towards you. You were on high alert because you didn’t trust the streets at this hour, it being almost 8 PM. Once you realized it was actually Minho running towards you, you calmed down. “I’m sorry I'm a late baby. Dance practice ran late.”, he said panting crouching down with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. His forehead was sweaty and he was still wearing his dance clothes, but that didn’t matter. You loved every bit of him. He approached you with a sullen face, “I really am sorry.”, he said. You smiled at him, “It’s okay. Now come here.”, you said, pulling him towards you with his sweater. He pouted at you, “but... I’m sweaty.” “I don’t care.”, you quickly said and gave him a sweet peck. He took your hand and pulled you towards the restaurant you were supposed to go to. 

“So, how was practice?”, you said, trying to make small talk as it was quiet. He looked at the ground before looking at you. As if he was hesitating about what to say to you. “I-I-It was good, tiring because Jeongin-ah kept making mistakes and Jisung-ah was goofing off.”, he said, chuckling and looking ahead. You looked at him doubtful, unsure if you should believe him or not... You have been doing that for a while. You arrived at the restaurant and it surely was quiet inside. You liked that the most, with Minho being famous you specifically searched out the most quiet places to eat at so fans wouldn’t see him. There are only three other customers inside so you let out a sigh of relief. Minho let go of your hand to go inside. He bowed to the patrons as you did the same and the both of you sat down at a table in the darkest corner. You told your order to the patron and waited for your food.

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The whole time at the restaurant Minho had been fidgeting with his cell phone. It had made you very nervous but you didn’t say anything, you were too scared to do it. As you arrived home with a sullen face, because Minho couldn’t stay with you due to an early event he had to do, you couldn’t help but ponder. Why? Why would he do this all of a sudden? You never had any insecurities but suddenly you had dozens of them all because it looked and felt like he was hiding something from you. You took off your jacket, shoes, sweater and purse and shuffled slowly towards your bed. You fell face first into your pillow, you slowly but surely started crying into your pillow. The tears wet your pillow but you didn’t care, he’s hurting you with the way he’s been acting. You fell asleep shortly after not noticing you had received a message from him. 

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You woke up feeling groggy as hell and didn’t feel like going to work so you called in sick. After getting off the phone with your boss, who was pretty convinced you were sick by just hearing voice. You were thankful your voice sounded so bad after crying all night. You checked your messages, you had a goodnight and a goodmorning text from your boyfriend. That’s something he didn’t stop doing, it always put a smile on your face. But today it didn’t, you even ignored his messages all day because it only put a frown on your face. You couldn’t handle it anymore, it got to you and it got you good. You were also glad you had a day off so what’s a better idea than doing a spring cleaning in your apartment? You turned off your phone so you wouldn’t be tempted to check your phone and just started cleaning. 

It was 5 PM when you were interrupted in your break by the doorbell ringing. You opened the door to a distressed Minho panting with his hand on the side of the door. You looked at him confused. “You. Weren’t. Answering. Your. Phone.”, he said in between pants. You shrugged at him casually. “Well yeah, I’m cleaning my apartment and I had my phone turned off.” He looked at you with a hysterical expression as if what you said was in Chinese or any other language he didn’t know. “Are you for real? I have been calling you like craz- The members have been calling you!”, he said, a little agitated. You made some space in the doorway and he made his way inside. He took off his shoes and shuffled towards your living room while you went to the kitchen to get him a bottle of water. “So, that’s what you have been doing this whole day?”, he said, confused. You nodded at him as you sat beside him on the couch. “Yeah, I needed to get my mind off things.”, you said a little too quickly. “Of what?”, he asked just as fast. Dammit, he got you. You weren’t that on guard with him. You cleared your throat, deciding you were going to confront him about his suspicious behaviour. “Of you to be honest. You have been acting so weird lately and it’s making me feel insecure because it makes me think you are cheating on me.”, you said quickly as if the words were just spewing out of you. He looked quite shocked, you weren’t sure it was because he was caught, because you confronted him or because of both. He also cleared his throat before saying anything.

“There have been rumors going around about me dating someone else, one of our back-up dancers,'' he said while looking down. Your relationship was a secret to fans so you of course knew there were going to be rumors. You looked straight at him when you asked the following. “Are the rumors true?”, he widened his eyes and immediately shook his head. “No of course, they aren’t but she makes it out as if they are. She has been constantly texting me as if we’re together. I’ve been trying to deny it, even JYP pd-nim started to believe it.”, he said with shaking shoulders, holding in his tears. “I love you, [Y/N]-ah, always have been.”, he said finally letting out his tears. “I didn’t know any better...”, he finally said, making you look his way.

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[warmau]

☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au yukhei  happy (not tooooo late at all, for a change lol) birthday yukhei!~ find others here: johnny | haechan | taeil | taeyong | mark | jaemin | yangyang | yuta | sicheng | chenle | kun

“that’s the worst sound i have ever heard in my life.”

you stand up too fast from behind the counter and bump your head with an ouch before looking to see what sicheng is complaining about now

outside the window of the cafe, you see a group of laughing boys and the bright, loud dirt bikes they’ve started riding around town

the sound of the engines and skidding tires managing to make their way through the windows

you wipe your hand on the front of your uniform’s apron and shrug

“i think they’re kind of cool.”

sicheng swivels around on the creaky bar stool, a script open halfway through is laying beside his iced-coffee

“extreme sports is just the polite way to say hey, this shit will get you killed”

you roll your eyes and check the clock that hangs above the display of baked goods and menu - almost eight, so almost time to close

you point it out to sicheng who packs his things up, you go over to help an elderly regular clean up their table and when the customer leaves you tell sicheng he doesn’t have to wait up for you

he throws his bag over his shoulder and looks over his shoulder at the parked dirt bikes 

“hey, if one of them bothers you when you’re locking up just call me.”

“im pretty sure they’re not even going to notice me.”

sicheng still frets as he slips out of the door

you hum as you fall into your end of the day routine. you’ve been working here part-time through university, but with summer coming around, you’ve come on full-time

it’s a lot of work for one person, but the boss trusts you like their own children, and you actually enjoy having the quiet responsibility of locking up

you sweep the floor, put away all of the left over food and milk in the fridge, check the register and print-out the sales for the day

your last task is to close all of the blinds, the cafe always has them up in the summer, the tops open to let a slight breeze in when it coasts by

as you go through each them, you finally reach the last one that faces directly out of the front of the cafe. out onto sidewalk across.

it’s right in front of the intersection where the sidewalk turns into the boardwalk, and there’s a bike rack and some parking spots

the dirt bikes have all been left there, tires soiled with wear and sand

beside one of the bikes, a sleek red bodied one with various silver accents, stands a lone figure

in the summer heat, he’s still got leather gloves on that clutch the matching colored helmet in one hand, long jeans and lace up heavy boots 

the only breathable part of his outfit is the white tank top that clings to the obviously toned lines of his upper body

a silver chain hangs around his neck, the links look so small on his overall broad figure, but they still shine against his sun kissed skin

he chews on the end of a toothpick and staring -

you step back slightly - he’s staring right at you

something in your stomach feels off, the crossing wires of concern and shock tell you to enter a state of heightened awareness

scurrying back to your work, you tell yourself you are just seeing things. you should listen to sicheng, finish quickly and hurry home.

the summer sun is quietly being pushed out by the summer moon by the time you lock the front door of the cafe and drop the keys into your bag

you turn around and whisper a small - shit! - when the figure from before is still there

he’s probably waiting for his friends, but sicheng was all wound up about them so now i am to- oh wait i think he’s coming over here!

and you’re right, the figure looks both ways before he crosses the street and jogs easily up to you

suddenly your hand itches to fish those keys out of your bag because what can a guy (a very handsome guy, up close) on a dirt bike have to do with you-

“hi - do you work in the cafe?”

he asks, voice deeper than you expect, his eyes are large and the color of autumn chestnuts

“um-yes?”

he sees the way your shoulders are tensed and he immediately retracts himself a step backwards

he puts his hands up, helmet still in his right, “oh right - sorry to scare you, i was just asking because ive seen you around-” 

something like a flush coats under his cheeks

“wait - that sounds weird too, i just meant to say that i think you’re - that i wanted to know your name is all....”

you blink, your shoulders don’t relax completely, but you can tell there isn’t any bad intent coming from him

“well, what's your name first.”

he stands up taller and grins, white teeth almost blinding in the dusk

“wong yukhei! i came here for the summer with some of my buddies.”

he tilts his head toward the bikes and you nod, saying only your first name - sichengs cautiousness seeping into your own

yukhei repeats it, with an almost a bit of a goofyness in his smile when he does

“well - ill see you around then?”

you aren’t sure what to make of the situation, so you just shrug - “maybe?” - he seems satisified with this answer though, and crosses back to his bike

you don’t know why, but you feel embarrassed just standing there, so you shuffle your feet and start your walk home

at some point you turn to look over your shoulder, right at the corner that you have to take, but when you do - yukhei and his bike are gone

“really? see, this is why i should stay while you lock up.”

sicheng’s eyebrow twitches as you finish telling him what happened

it’s the next day, and it’s noon - right when the days get the hottest and most of the cafe’s customers are just coming in for the free air conditioning

“i don’t think he’s dangerous, i think he just wanted to say hi.”

you answer, fixing what must be the twentieth order for shaved ice-cream

the slices of strawberry fall gently onto the heap, and you place two pairs of the forks beside the dish

carrying it carefully to the pick up counter, you call out the order number and watch as a young couple - still dressed in their beach attire - comes up together, unable to break apart for even a second

you smile at them and return to sicheng, taking his empty glass and turning to fill it up with ice 

“you can think he’s not dangerous, but any idiot who owns a death trap like a dirtbike-”

“sicheng, it’s like a normal bike but with an engine. it’s like a car but without the-”

“the safety, without the safety. really - i didn’t think you’d be the type to be into bad guys like that.”

you make a pfft sound with your lips, filling the glass with water and setting it down beside him

“first off, im not into anyone - i talked to him once. and just because they like bikes, doesn’t make them bad - you’ve been reading too many of those cliché scripts.”

sicheng makes his own sound of disapproval, but takes the drink you offer and brings the straw to his lips

you get busy with other customers, at some point kun and xiaojun turn up and distract sicheng

the whole time you work, something in you keeps making you stop to look out of the window

last night, the row of bikes had been there, but now they’re gone - maybe they’re not coming into town tonight?

you reprimand yourself every time you do look, because really it is just like you said to sicheng - yukhei was just saying hi. 

finally it’s time for you to close the cafe again

the only reason sicheng doesn’t stay is because kun drags him somewhere else and if there’s anyone more stubborn than sicheng, it’s the elder of the pair

you take your time - calling the boss to let him know you’re leaving 

“did that group of loud boys wreck havoc again?”

“group of boys?”

“the ones on those bikes, not motorcycles the other ones-”

your hand gets a little sweaty as it holds the phone

“no, they didn’t come around today.”

“good. be safe going home.”

you think about the conversation as you subconsciously start walking after you lockup 

there’s a way to get home that’s faster, and much safer, but there’s a longer way too - that has you walk most of the boardwalk

really, it’s still safe - because of summer the beach is as bright as a movie screen till midnight - but you avoid it for the crowd and the noise

your feet urge you to turn at your usual corner, but you don’t, you make way to the little stairs that lead from the sidewalk and onto the old wooden boardwalk

there are lots of people still about, packing their things up from their time at the beach or coming to stroll by the waves when the sand isn’t burning under their feet

groups of friends, smiling strangers, couples with kids or without 

everyone is enjoying their summer, and you almost feel out of place because your summer is going just as you thought it would. completely uneventful. long days at the cafe, lonely nights in your room

“oh?”

you hear your name suddenly and turn your head left to see yukhei leaning against one of the benches

on the bench are what look like some of his fellow friends, some have those moto jackets you’ve only seen on tv  hanging off their shoulders and others are drinking out of cups and swinging the keys to their bikes around their fingers

yukhei comes over to you and everyone in his crew throws a look over their shoulder

you blink when he stops in front of you - right, you think, he’s pretty tall

“are you getting off work?”

“yep”

“it’s really late, your boyfriend doesn’t ever walk you home?”

“boyfriend?” 

you retort almost sarcastically, because where did the sudden idea that you - walking alone on a boardwalk made for summer romance - have a boyfriend

yukhei scratches the back of his neck and you notice some scrapes on his elbows

“oh there’s the guy - in the cafe with you all the time, he glares a lot - uh-”

“sicheng? oh no, he’s a friend.” you can’t help but chuckle “but you’re right he doesn’t smile often.”

yukhei seems to suddenly beam at the confirmation, which makes something inside of you feel a little warm, but awkward so you point to his injuries

“bike accident?”

he pokes at the yellowing flesh and winces, “yeah. but it happens a lot.”

“it seems like a dangerous sport, do you not mind getting hurt?”

the question is more curiosity than anything - you’re not trying to be mocking or even mean - and yukhei can tell from the way you’re still casting a concerned look at his other arm for evidence of any other “accidents”

“i mean i mind it, but i love it too much to give up” 

yukhei laughs and it sounds nice, pleasant - people with good laughs tend to have good hearts

“and im not really good at anything else. like if i was to be a waiter in a cafe like you, id probably hurt myself a lot more than i do on a dirt bike”

you want to correct him, you’re technically not a waiter - but a barista - but you stop because you are slightly transfixed by the kindness that glows from him 

you’ve never seen someone else radiate so......positively

suddenly one of his friends calls out his name, asks if he’s going to join them as they head back to get their bikes

yukhei looks at you before he answers - “i could walk you home, since it is late.”

“that’s ok, thank you for offering.” you push your hands behind your back a little as you tell him goodnight, before you’re a couple of steps away someone from his group shouts out

“yukhei’s not only good with dirt bikes - he’s a good kisser too-”

by the sound of it, yukhei jumps on his friend and tells him to shut up! you hear the aftermath of the scuffle, but don’t turn around as you giggle to yourself

a couple of times after that, you see yukhei simply in passing

sometimes you’re in the middle of your shift and he walks by the window with his friends, he looks up and sees you and waves - but he doesn’t come in

you wave back every time and a part of you pinches when he the door doesn’t open after

other times, you’ll see him after work - or you’ll hear his bike somewhere and he slows down to ask how work is before speeding off to catch up with friends

little bits and pieces of interactions, never anything more than that 

you don’t really tell sicheng about it either, he grumbles enough about the noise they make and the other things he doesn’t like so you decide not to bother even though he’s a close friend

and the twilights of a little crush on yukhei are most definitely seeping into your brain

but everything changes when you find yourself closing the cafe after a super busy saturday, where you hadn’t been able to get everyone out until it hit past eleven.

the boss had thanked you profously and promised a good overtime check since you’d stayed so late

and you were too exhausted to be too mad about having to stay past your schedule

as you went through your routine, you nearly jumped from your skin when the door opened and you turned to explain - no really, you were closed now when you came face to face with yukhei

the side of his cheek is obviously bruised, scrapes that look like bad road rash cascade down past the angle of his jaw and onto his neck

he limps a little when he makes it across the doors threshold and you see dried blood on his knuckles

“yukhei?” you rush over and take him by forearm, making sure to hold onto the skin that isn’t covered in some kind of wound

“yukhei what are you doing here - did you fall off your bike, you have to go to a hospital now!”

not anywhere close to being a doctor, you can only prematurely tend to him with the cheap ass first aid kit from the kitchen

the entire time you keep saying that he has to go to the hospital

and yukhei mumbles that he doesn’t know where one is, his friends weren’t with him either - he got hurt alone - so he came to the only place that was close by and familiar

you look up at him - he’s sitting on the same bar stool that sicheng is usually in  and you’re standing between his legs, bottle of ointment uncapped on the counter - bandages in your hand

“ok, ill take you - ill call a friend who has a car.”

“im ok.”

he lifts a hand and wraps it gently around your wrist. you can feel the wear on his skin from his leather gloves and old callouses from old injuries

he stares at you and the only light is from the kitchen, flickering on and off

“you’re not ok, you might have a more serious internal injur-”

“if i was bleeding inside, i would know.”

you frown, he says it like it has happened before - you wonder how many times has yukhei fell off his bike, or gotten hurt some other way - how many times has he done it alone 

“fine, you don’t have to go now but go sometime soon. promise me.”

he looks at you, the autumn chestnut color you saw when you first met him is glazed now in a darker brown. 

“ill promise you if you promise me something too.”

swallowing, you become acutely aware of how close you are - his knees are grazing either side of your thighs. your wrist is still in his lax hold.

you smell sweat, blood, and cologne on him. he smells the tiredness of your work on you.

“this isn’t a joke yukhei, i just want you to be-”

“i will go, i promise but promise me something too.”

“ok. ok fine, what? do you want free coffee or -”

“promise you’ll kiss me at least once before this summer is over.”

before you even realize it, you agree. simply because you want him so badly to go to the hospital, or at least that’s how you come to terms with it on your own.

you itch as the promise swirls around your head, even hours after you watched yukhei walk away from your front door - banged up and bruised and stilling insisting on walking you home

when you see sicheng the next day, you want to tell him about everything because your head feels like a tangled mess 

but you don’t - you just pick at the strings of your apron, make drinks and heat up pastries 

three days go by and yukhei doesn’t show himself anywhere. he’s not even in his group of friends who you see once again on the boardwalk one night after work

you somehow push past the nervous feeling and ask one of them where he is

“ah, his bike is all fucked up so he’s been mopping about it while it’s in the shop.”

“did he go to the hospital?”

the guy laughs, shakes his head - “knowing yukhei, probably not. but we haven’t seen him for a while either.”

you say thank you and turn to leave - you hear some kind of buzzing, some kind of mention of you and yukhei and what kind of ‘relationship’ you’re in - but you push past it

you don’t even know where he lives, let alone where he rides his bike so you can’t really go and check on him

you have to wait for him to come to you - that bothers you.

you stop and return to the group, who all simmer to silence when you come close again.

“where do you guys usually ride your bikes?”

you’ve never been this far up the beach, mostly because this part is relatively blocked off from swimming because of the high ridges of rocks and the part of the coast that disappears into the mountains 

there’s a trail for hikers that leads off and into the trees, but you don’t go there - worried you’ll get lost without a map or guidance

yukhei’s friends said they mostly biked here  - dirt bikes aren’t motorcycles you know that right babe?

you cross your hands over your chest - on your one free day of the week, you want to be splayed out on your floor under a fan. not looking for yukhei - someone who is practically a stranger to you

is he though? we might have talked less times than i can count on all my fingers but would i really call him a stranger?

you look around but it seems barren, almost eerily quiet and isolated

so when the loud sound of an engine roars from that opening into the mountains, you almost teeter back 

with a flair of dirt and sand that flies toward you in a storm, you hear a bike rip down and into dune

the red bike strikes against the sizzling backdrop of the summer day and your eyes widen when you see it do a half-circle and come to a halt

yukhei pulls the helmet off and shakes his sweaty hair from his forehead - he looks over at you and you think you have lost the ability to speak

i know im supposed to be angry and concerned, but he looks so hot it’s almost unfair

the road rash on his cheek is healing better than expected, but his wounds are all still clear as day - scabbing as they heal

he doesn’t get off the bike - just looks at you and then beckons you over with a tilt of his head

you almost protest because you came here to be all strong willed and insist that he go see the doctor, also when did his bike get out of the shop? 

but you bend to the command and make your way over

he kills the engine and stares at you - you stare back

“where have you been?”

“i went to the hospital like i promised.”

the sudden confession makes you drop your hands - “really! what did they say?”

“no internal bleeding.” he leans his body slightly over the side of his bike “told you id know if i was dying.”

“still, im happy you went. it’s better to be safe than so-” 

he drops his helmet on the sand and your sentence cuts off with the sound

“so i kept my promise, do you want to keep yours now?”

don’t be silly, im not kissing you - you don’t even like me and i don’t -

all the excuses in your brain just get lost in the jumble that’s already made a home up there, so you just decide that fine. you will keep that idiotic, dumb, heat of the moment promise.

you grab yukhei by the sides of his tank top, starling him as you push yourself toward his mouth

using the leveraged grip you let your hold relax only enough so that you can dig your nails through the fabric and into the skin of his ribs

yukhei makes a growling noise into your mouth that is somehow more sweltering than the summer sun

he cranes his neck slightly so when you run your tongue across the slip of his lips he can easily grant you any of the access you require, one hand goes up to grip the back of his neck

he takes one hand from the handles of the bike and slips it to the small of your back - then up between your shoulder blades as he pushes you closer

it’s supposed to be one kiss. one little, flimsy kiss, and yet the attraction you feel between you two is so charged that you cannot stop

you only break back to see if yukhei feels the same thing, and it is written all over his face, he does

that and the way he tells you to step back as he gets off the bike, it falls to the sand and you start to ask why in the world he’s so careless with everything when he just wraps you up in his arms and starts kissing you again

“i wont be careless when it comes to you”

his mouth is magical, even more so as it drags down to your neck and the layer of sweat between your bodies is threatening to turn to fucking cement and keep you stuck in this embrace for the rest of eternity (not that either of you would mind)

but it’s so hot and you are not about to fall back on this sand - so you somehow manage to tell yukhei to meet you later tonight

“want a ride home?” he pants, but you unglue yourself from the plane of his perfect chest and shake your head, “meet me at ten.”

yukhei is there on time. he didn’t bring his bike, which is a good idea considering the noise it would make, he looks so sweet when you come downstairs and he asks if you want to go on a date

a date, like go get dinner if you haven’t had any or play boardwalk games until midnight

you say yes. just not tonight 

yukhei’s look of childish confusion makes you laugh as you take his hand and lead him back inside.

sicheng might have warned you about yukhei being “bad”, the only little problem is you might have always been the “bad” one all along 

with how big, strong, dirt biking yukhei looks up at you with absolute awe as you forgo chitchat over shared ice-cream and push him down onto the sheets of your bed

in the morning, you have to go to work and yukhei has to leave through the window, but you kiss him one last time and he mumbles he’ll meet you after your shift

“now i do have a boyfriend to walk me home, huh?” 

you giggle and yukhei nearly trips over himself at the word

you do let yukhei take you on a date, of course you do - and it’s as soft and sweet as you expect because yukhei is the opposite of what he looks like at first glance

all the bruises, all the confidence, all the arrogant handsomeness that is ingrained in his perfect features is just a cover. he’s a big teddy bear.

refusing to let you pay, giving you his jacket, offering to come over early and help you lock up

holding your hand gently, kissing your forehead when you complain about dumb customers, the absolute sugary-sweet pillow talk that sometimes makes you feel like you’re in a hallmark movie romcom

when sicheng catches yukhei with a hand around your waist on the boardwalk - he nearly calls the police, but you explain everything - sans the more intimate details and it takes a long time for sicheng to accept it but

you are happy, god you are so happy it is pouring out of you - especially when you are with yukhei

even your boss warms up to him (only him, the rest of his buddies are basically barred from coming into the cafe) 

and yukhei, when you see him with others, it’s obvious that he is an extroverted charmer - one afternoon he helps you with orders and when he returns, the receipt is covered in numbers

of course - he crumples it and tosses it into the garbage as he lets a secret hand sneak up your shirt behind the shield of the counter

and then, the summer is whisking away, and you feel the first kisses of autumn when yukhei is helping you steady yourself on the dirt bike - even though you refuse to actually ever ride it

you shiver at the breeze and yukhei feels your goosebumps under his fingertips

“hey, are you going to leave once summer is over - i know you and your friends are just staying here because it’s a great place to bike but-”

he leans down and buries his face in your hair

“why, you gonna miss me if i leave?”

you reach behind you to try and flick him, but he dodges

“i just wanted to know - if i should get ready for heartbreak or-”

“don’t ever say that, i would never hurt you.” 

his tone drops and you know he’s being serious

“i love you and im not going anywhere.”

he helps you off the bike and then pulls you into his arms

“promise?” 

you whisper, but yukhei hears it and you feel him nod 

“promise.”

a couple of years later, you hear a loud sound from the living room and rush out to the garage 

you see yukhei rubbing his head - wrench in one hand and a broken looking bike on the floor

“what happened?!”

“i didn’t put the kick stand down all the way so it toppled over”

you kneel down beside him and examine him for any wounds, 

yukhei watches you and the concern that is always so bright and tender in your eyes when it comes to him

you turn his hand over to make sure, the engagement band on his finger catches the light as you do 

the matching one on your hand feels cool against his skin.

“you’re so careless, seriously!”

you puff your cheeks out and chide him with all the love, he smiles back and leans in to kiss your frown

“true, but im never careless with you.”

you roll your eyes, but it’s true - ever since he first said it till now. 

#ok in my defense.......i think dirt bikes are cooler than just motorcycles. #also the suits they were during xgames is so cool like imagine yukhei in one #yukhei au #lucas au #nct au #wayv au #lucas imagines #yukhei imagines #wayv #lucas #yukhei #blood/ #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #yukhei scenarios #lucas scenarios #nostolgic au

[vic-kingsleigh]

°•°𝗟T𝗦 #02: Just a little kiss.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "Jungkook is stressed, he had a crazy day at work today, and just before he could finish at least half of his stuff the damn power went off on the whole building. Y/N’s is sick and tired of getting ignored because he is stressed, so she asks Jimin to get him relaxed..."

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Dom!Jungkook x Switch!Reader x Sub!Jimin

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Jungkook Kisses Jimin with Y/N’s consent, .

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Ok, things were going pretty well, Jimin had really been struggling before getting this opportunity, his mental health had been fucked up from a long time ago, but the way he was living was not helping to make it better at all, but now that he felt like he wasn't necessarily drowning with his financial worries everything seemed way clearer

He was actually having a little bit of a hard time getting used to his new lifestyle, he was a lot more free, he even had free time..?Life had not been this calm for him since a loooooong time ago, he felt that for every good hour he was having the next ones would not be bad, they would be horrible. 

He tried to shake off those thoughts from his mind, now that he wasn't doing everything he could to get money, he had more time to get concentrated in the career he was studying, right now he was practicing some choreographies, just to keep in good shape and to move aorund a little bit, he could do some technique exercises later, or tomorrow, or any time now, he was free!

Feeling all hot and sweaty now, it was a good time to go home, there were showers and changing rooms at the school facilities, but after a little bit of an inconvenient he prefered to take a bath at home. It didn't take long for him to go back home, not really, at least that's what he thought when it was compared to how far from the school his old place was. It wasn't as long of a walk, and in this case, public transportation was optional, he did have the money to get on the bus! Ah, this new way of living was really exciting but intimidating at the same time.

He opened the door calmly, closing after him, he sighed."Tired?"

He jumped in his place, looking immediately at the owner of that precious voice, You, always you.

"A little bit..."

"Sorry about that, didn't mean to scare you"Jimin looked at his watch, he took some time walking, but it was still early for them to be home, weird.

"No worries, I just didn't think I would find you here, ha, it's a little earlier than usual"He said, with that honeylike voice of his. Man, it made you want to force him to talk and laugh the whole day so delightful to listen to. 

"I know, but there was this weird problem with electricity in the whole building, you should see Jungkook, he is all stressed he's not even listening to me, can you imagine that?"

"Terrific" He said smiling, the whole situation was funny to him

"Thank you! Anyway, I was meaning to ask you a small favour."

"Go ahead boss, your words are my command, I'm listening" He answered quickly, well, something you had figured out in these two months with him in here was that he was very loyal, responding to your orders in a heartbeat, always kind, patient and lovely, and you were trying to push his boundaries a bit, hoping he wouldn't mind.

"Well, it's been a little time since you're here, and Jungkook has gotten more used to you.. in every way. What I mean is, he could really use a good makeout session and even a fuck, but I'm too tired and stressed to convince him with that character of his"

"I see, do not worry, I will make sure he's drooling for you when I get him out of his office!"

"No, sweetie, that's not what I want" Just like a pretty puppy he tilted his head, he dind't understan, you giggled.

"I want you to take charge of things, get him all hot and bothered and take it from there, whatever you both want, just get him out of his work headspace"

"Oh..."He was surprised to say the least, not expecting you to want him to fuck Jungkook, he thought the one he would be satisfying would be you, but soon enough he found out you loved to watch him do things with Jungkook, and he was willing to do a lot to not lose the comfort this weird job broguht to his life.

 "Yes mistress, I will take care of this"

"Oww, such an obedient baby I'm so proud of you. Good luck, I'll take a bath"

He ran to his room, took a good shower and then found a sexy outfit, one that didn't really cover a lot, you had gifted it to him after his first month here. After taking a long breath he knocked on the door to Jungkook's studio, entering once the soft but stressed voice allowed him.

 "Hi Jimin, what can I help you with?"The older asked coldly, his sight not leaving the screen of his computer. Ok, He can do this, yes yes yes. 

"I was thinking, it's a little late now, you've worked a lot and... and maybe it's time to-"

"I'm fine thank you, anything else?" Jimin contained a sigh, you weren't lying about that toxic work headsapce he sometimes got in, so mean.

"No... Nothing..."

"Ok, close the door behinf you" No, defeat was not in his vocabulary, not this time. He walked towards Jungkook. 

"I feel lonely, can I?"Jungkook didn't even pay attention, nodding his head, the younger didn't hesitate to sit on his lap, pressing his cheek to the elders chest, sighing after that."You- nevermind, doesn't matter, I need to finish this"

Jimin smiled, one point to him. He spent some minutes just laying there, he din't want to rush anything. After some time he satrted leaving warm and tiny kisses on his neck and collarbones.Jungkook was shocked, he didn't expect this, the younger always seemed so calm and shy, not the one to start this type of stuff"Jimin....""Pretty please?"Jungkook wasn't even looking, but he could fucking hear the pout on those plushy lips, not even him, the big and though CEO, the respected Jeon Jungkook, and he still couldn't deny anything to Jimin, not when he was so... enticing."Fine..."

"Thank you sir" Jimin giggled softly, getting back to his task, those sweet kisses, that slowly made Jungkook stop his fast writing. Jimin hummed, wanting the attention that Jungkook actually gave him.They looked at each other for some seconds, and Jimin decided this was the moment, he slowly got closer and closer, until he was kissing Jungkook's lips, so soft, taste like mint and warm.Jungkook's head was spinning, so... good. 

That feeling that was so Jimin, just overwheming, like a soft breeze that slowly took him to an unknown place that he liked a lot, he didn't think and at the last moment he was kissing back. They spent a good time like that, and although Jimin had planned a makeout session, a really steamy one, it didn't happen that way. Not that he didn't like this, oh no, this was so good, he never imagined what kissing Jungkook would be like, but now that he knew, he loved it a lot. An hour passed, an hour in which they just stopped kissing to breathe heavily and then got bacck at it. 

They stopped at some point, and Jimin rested his cheek on the elder's shoulder, blushing. Jungkook caressed the soft hair, feeling it."I... I really needed that, thank you so much" 

Jimin smiled, kissing his neck."You are very very welcome"

#sub!jimin #dom!jungkook #sub!reader #jungkook+x+reader #sub!idol

[captaincravatthecapricious]

Things You Said When You Were Scared- Prompt Fill

Bit of an au after the worm attack. Jon is having a rough time.

CWs injury (canon typical worm related), paranoia, exhaustion. nausea, vomiting (it's not gross, I promise), pain, dizziness, fainting, medication mention, canon typical quarantine mention, food mention.

@janekfan @sukurarose92

Jon can’t remember the last time he felt this terrible.  There probably had been other times.  A few terrible flus over the years, and getting almost eaten by a spider once upon a time…. but time has a tendency to dull the particularly bad stuff, aside from say, flashbacks and nightmares.  But it’s the brain protecting itself.  You don’t remember the pain.  You don’t remember the fear.  You remember the memory of the pain, wrapped in spun-sugar-strands of time, growing dusty on a shelf.  You remember the taste of fear, the gripping anxiety of it.  You remember surges of it in the depths of the night and you panic… but you can’t remember it all the time.  That just isn’t how the brain works.  

Which is irrelevant.  All irrelevant, because the pain medication he’s been given is wearing off.  He thinks Sasha and Tim went off to do something….?  Probably panic together about the fresh worm trauma.  Martin?  Jon hasn’t the foggiest clue.  

Possibly because he’s hazy with pain and the last of the drugs that have been keeping him going this long.  Staggering into the walls as he tries to exit the institute.  Eyes closing involuntarily against the pain and the exhaustion.  Limbs feeling so alien between the bandages and the aching, weeping holes they hide beneath them.  Pounding dizziness down to his core.  

He aches.  

Phantom itching-crawling-squirming on his skin, through his muscles, down to the bone.  The actual holes chewed into him.  

He isn’t sure how he’s going to get to his flat.  He can’t stay in the Archives, not with the police in the tunnels and the ECDC still doing whatever it is they are doing.  But the thought of taking a cab or the tube make him want to tear his remaining skin off.  Makes him want to just lie down on the sidewalk.  

He even thinks making it to the front doors will end him.  

He’s dizzy and sick and his limbs won’t carry him.  

He has to sit down on the first step outside the door, sticking his head between his knees.  He can’t do this.  He can’t.  He’s just going to sit here all night, or risk passing out or throwing up or risking any other horror of the late twilight consuming him before he can collapse into unconsciousness in the comfort of his own bed.  

He waits for the world to stop spinning, and tries not to cry.  

Because he can’t have more pain medication until he eats something.  He can’t eat anything because it won’t stay in him, and even if it would, he can’t go anywhere.  He’s stuck.  Less than a five minute walk from his office where Gertrude DIED, from where he was attacked where he thought he’d be Safe, where he thought Martin would be safe.  A few paces from where the dead worms were pulled out of him and he was scoured raw and sterile in a hastily assembled quarantine on the sidewalk.  

He tries not to spiral into a panic attack right here.  

Trying to pull his breathing under control, because it isn’t helping his tenuous grasp on the directions of up and down.  

Where is the next danger going to come from?  

Is this when Mr. Spider will strike?  Letting him go until he’s weak and exposed and alone?  

Or is this where some unknown (or known) hostile comes in with a grand betrayal and a gun.  Leaving him to be another mystery, or a willfully ignored casualty of something he can’t begin to understand?  

“Jon?”  

Jon jumps.  And very, very much regrets it.  Heart racing, head spinning, a fresh hurt.  A fresh reminder of every opening in his flesh that doesn’t belong there.  “Ma… Martin?”  He asks around gasping and shuddering breaths.  “What …are you doing here?”  

His voice is a little distant, a little hallow.  “Don’t really have anywhere to do, do I?  You packed up my flat.  All in boxes at some storage unit.  Now, my bedroom is tangentially part of a crime scene.”

“…Right.”  It’s all his fault.  

He needs to sleep.  He needs some painkillers.  He might need to throw up, but that is an issue he plans to avoid, if at all possible.  Ditto to fainting.  Although that seems a little more inevitable.  

Martin makes no move to continue speaking.  “So… your plan was to just camp out on this bench?”  

Martin shrugs.  “Dunno.  Figured I might call Tim?  At some point?  Or try to sneak back into the Archives once the police leave?  Can’t really afford a hotel.   Maybe just sleep on this bench.  Try to decompress or something.  Jon.   Why are you still here?   Said you’d go home hours ago.”

Well he can’t exactly tell Martin he’d passed out in the break room for some indeterminate measure of time, then spent another eternity getting sick in the toilets.  And then possibly passed out again.  That’s not just something you tell Martin and expect him not to fuss over you.   And Jon tries to tell himself that that would be suffocating and not kind of welcome right now.   He tells himself that the thought of spending more time with Martin brings discomfort, and irritation, and fear.  It’s not like he can prove that Martin won’t kill him.  But he’s too tired to think about that.  He just wants to sleep.  

“....Um?”

Martin looks at him, probably for the first time.  “Jesus, Jon.  You look terrible.”

Jon hmmms in agreement.  Not like he can argue.  Martin’s too nice to comment on the bandages.  A little too tactful.  Right?  Martin’s bumbling and stupid, but he’s tactful.  He’s Nice.  As irritating as he can be, he’s just so Nice.  

But, it’s not like he can argue.  He’s covered in bandages and a clammy sweat and he’s halfway into a panic attack and he can’t really walk and he just wants to lay down right here until the world stops moving.  Both in the sense that he’s dizzy and in the sense that things beyond his comprehension are happening at a pace he can’t begin to catch up with.  

“Can I... call you a cab?   Or... or something?”   

Jon shakes his head as much as he dares, which isn’t much.  No cabs.  He gets carsick.  He doesn’t stand a chance.  

“Well you can’t just sit there all night.”  

“Right, like you plan to?”  

Martin looks away.  

And Jon goes back to trying not to pass out.  

“Tim lives close by, doesn’t he, I walk you there?  Or… um… carry you?”  Martin’s trying to be tactful.  Jon is pretty sure that is supposed to be a pointed look at his legs.  

Jon scowls.  (Not that Martin is wrong.  There is something very wrong with his knee.)  

“Can’t just …intrude like that.  I’m sure he doesn’t want me around.  Not professional…”

“Jon, you saw him in his pants today.  You were put in quarantine together.  I think you’re past all normal working relationship boundaries, even if he wasn’t your friend.  I can’t just leave you here, and you clearly aren’t planning to get yourself home.  Besides… maybe if he takes you in… maybe he’ll take me in, too.”  

Jon stares down at the sidewalk, drifting in lazy, nauseous, out of focus movements before his eyes.  “He doesn’t want me around.  Not after taking Sasha’s job.  Not after making him stay to get his statement.”  Jon whispers at the pavement.  

“Yeah like he’s still jealous for Sash, after that creepy worm lady went specifically for the “Archivist.”  Whatever the fuck that means.  And you know Tim was only pissed because he was in pain and tired, like you are now!”  

“I should just go home…”  

“Yeah, but you won’t.”  

Christ Martin’s stubborn.  

“Now.  Can you walk, or do I need to cary you?”  

Jon tries pull himself up to prove a point, but he comes to in Martin’s arms a few moments later, Martin loudly cursing at him.  He’s in too much pain to really hear what Martin is trying to say to him.  And he’s feeling even more sick.  And he wonders where his prescriptions and paramedic provided cane have gotten to, but he really doesn’t really care, because Martin is solid and warm and he’s so tired.  

He wakes up again on Tim’s couch.  Sick to his stomach from the oppressive oder of takeout.  

“Woah, boss.  Not on the couch.  I’ve got you.”

Throwing up nothing into the bin that’s been hastily shoved in front of him even though he’s got nothing in him anymore.  He sobs around dry heaves until it’s just the silence juddering sobs.  He Hurts.  

He wants to hide.  From Martin who is making tea, from Sasha running a bandaged hand through his hair.  From Tim supporting the bin, and Jon himself.  

He curls in on himself.  Wills himself into unconsciousness, but the injuries pulse with each uneven breath, stomach still roiling painfully.  He needs more medicine, but he can’t think about hoping to keep it down.  

He sobs against Tim, as the bin is pried away.  

“‘Hurts.  Tim ‘m scared.”  

Scooped up.  Held, gently.  

“Why didn’t you head home?  Why not go right away so you could get toast and water into you, and sleep until you could take some more meds?”  Tim holding him.  Martin awkwardly sat by his side with ginger tea.  Which Jon doesn’t care for, but Tim hasn’t kept mint tea since Jon stopped visiting.  Still… it should help.  Sasha clearing away the food smells, bless her.  “Why did you have to take our statements?  I would have invited you back here, if you didn’t?”

That last question doesn’t help.  

He doesn’t know he’s tearing at the bandages until Tim’s tugging his hands away, and Martin is bemoaning the splotches of blood now decorating the bandages that are quickly becoming sweaty and grimy.  Couldn’t even stay clean after he was scrubbed sterile.  Martin and Sasha and Tim are spotless and scoured.  

“I… I don’t want to disappear.  I… do-don’t want to be found in the tunnels.  I don’t want to vanish without a trace, I…“  He doesn’t even know.  He can’t breathe.  He’s lightheaded.  He Hurts.  

“Hey… hey hey.  It’s.. it’s okay to be scared.  Why don’t we get you cleaned up, okay?  Then see if we can get some saltines and tea into you so you can get some meds, eh?  Then we’re gonna all get some sleep.”  

“I don’t want to lose you…”  Jon’s voice swallowed by Tim scooping him up.  Martin hovering with the bin and Jon’s bag of medical supplies.  

Sasha’s back by then, brushing back Jon’s curls.  “And you won’t.  Sooner you leave, the sooner we can all get some sleep, alright?”  

Jon closes his eyes, and nods, letting Tim carry him to the washroom.  

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #timothy stoker #sahsa james #magnus pod #tma fic #cw injury #cw nausea #cw vomit #cw fainting #cw dizziness #cw medication #cw quarantine #my fic #my words #my art

[keravnous]

- agent 14/agent steven haines; my drug is my baby (nsft, smut)

It's hot out and Steve's wide awake. His bedroom windows are opened and there's a soft breeze rolling in, toying with the curtains and leaving a soft trace on his warm skin. He sighs and rolls on his stomach, blindly reaching out with one hand, until he touches his phone. His hand clutches around it and pulls. The display blinds him for a split second and he curses under his breath. No new messages.

He's not really surprised. The only person messaging him these days is 14 but they aren't really talking right now, with both of them still being so goddamn angry, so that's that.

He mindlessly checks his social, a former frat getting married, another couple buying another dog and someone's new car. He doesn't care, he can't even bring himself to act, to convince at least himself, that he does. He's missing something. Someone.

His thumb hovers over the display.

No. Yes. No.

He can hear the city breathe. Cars honking, the tram and a slight wind rustling the few leaves this grey concrete hell hole still has to offer. He misses the sound Warren makes, when he's asleep, how soft his breath is.

Steve shakes his head, as if that would have him get rid of the thought more easily. He misses his warmth, how he sometimes hooks one leg around his, arms stretched out. When he's asleep they don't fight.

Steve knows that he can't blame it on 14, they both are to blame, they both are equally responsible. If one of their superiors ever were to find out what they had been doing these past months they'd both vanish from this earth, erradicated like they'd never exist, justified by their act of treason.

And yet there they are: fighting. Rather with their fists and teeth, than with words. His colleagues start to notice the bruises (and even though they don't say a word he is still paranoid about it). Not all of them are born out of aggression, most are a result of the lust that captures their fucked up minds once the violence starts to blossom between them. It turns them on, it turns Steve on, when Warren's hands connect with him in the worst ways possible. It makes his blood sing and his dick hard and he just wants. Wants to press the other man down and take take take until the taking becomes an act of giving, which always errupts the most beautiful sounds from Warren.

He hates himself for the thought, but everything could be just perfect, they could be perfect, like handmade pieces carved to only fit each other. But it's not like that, it's way more hurtful. Their opinions on work, on the government and secret agencies drift apart like Pangaea. It's hell really, one of them starts screaming at one point and then there's no going back. They are both too ambitious, willing to sacrifice everything for their jobs and sometimes Steve wonders not if there will be, but how huge of a blood bath they will go down in. The thought scares him and he knows it scares Warren too, but they don't talk about it, keep their fears far away from each other, locked behind thick vault doors.

They often try their hardest not to talk about work. But eventually, like most people who only really live for their jobs, they drift back to it. It's Steve, who hates that Warren himself is somewhat a criminal and it's Warren who hates, that Steve won't admit that he isn't far form it himself.

They blame and attack each other for failures or provocations of their respective employers and it either ends in slammed doors or sweaty bodies sticking together.

Steve misses it, the adrenaline that shoots through his veins in these moments, the way Warren's body responds to his, how the other feels under his fingers. He misses misses misses and it keeps him awake.

He thinks about the last time he's seen Warren, squirming beneath him, throwing his head back, arching into his touch while throwing slurs his way. Steve thinks about him, about his touch. It's torture and he rolls back onto his stomach, while his mind conjures up a truly beautiful, delicious image.

Steve's sitting down, legs spread wide, back straightend but relaxed nonetheless. Warren kneels in front of him, cheeks slightly reddend, his hands carefully resting on Steve's firm thighs. His eyes are trained on Steve's hard dick, obscenely standing against his abdomen. Warren's bleeding. His nose looks broken and blood slowly tickles over his plump lips, down his chin. His tongue darts out, licks it away, cleans his lips.

Steve groans quietly and rocks his hips into the mattress once, twice, his hands gripping into the sheets as he rocks against the surface, growing hotter and harder.

He had betrayed him, sold his secrets, endangered Steve's life and thus, he has to show him his place again. Warren's eyes are trained on his cock and Steve hums, gently places his hand on the back of 14's head, runs it down to his neck, around to the front and presses down. The noise that erupts from Warren's throat makes the hairs on Steve's body stand up, as he slowly tilts his head back, giving Steve better access to his throat. Blood runs down the delicate, pale skin, pools between Steve's fingers. He runs his hand up again, brushes across Warren's lower lip with his thumb, then forces three fingers in. He gags, his eyelids flutter, before he starts sucking.

Steve moans. The sound is deep in his throat and his boxers are groing tight fast. He impatiently pulls the front down and himself out, raises his hip and closes his hand around his dick.

"You want the real thing, don't you, pretty boy?" Warren's bloody chin now dripples with saliva and he nods, hums around Steve's fingers. He pulls them out and looks at Warren, hits him another time across the face for good measure.

"Come on then, right your wrongs", Steve leans back and Warren lashes forward, tongue darting out and licking a wet stripe from the base to the top.

Steve tucks at himself and moans. It doesn't replace Warren, his scent, his touch, how he feels around and underneath him, his voice but it'll do, if he keeps himself focussed enough. He hates him so much, it makes his stomach twist, he hates his arrogant smile, the edge to his voice when he feels superior and his strut, how he tilts his shoulders back. Steve wants to take one of his cigarettes and burn his delicate skin right there between his shoulder blades, so he won't act all high and mighty anymore. Steve also wants so put his hands on his skin, his body and worship it, every little mole, kiss it until the world ends, burning and crumbling by the wars they wage.

He spits into his hand, rubbing his own saliva around his dick.

Warren leans in, all wet lips, blood and saliva and throaty groans and closes his lips around the tip of Steve's cock. His tongue swirls around it in the warmth in his mouth, hot liquid dripping down the hard shaft.

Steve rolls around, thrusting into his fist, his head buried deep in his cushion, moaning from the back of his throat. His body feels lonely, oddly cold, even though it's warm out and in his bedroom as well, and he raises his free hand, runs it across his flushed chest in a manner Warren would. It makes his heart flutter and his dick twitch.

"You like that, huh?" Warren lets his dick go with an obscene sound and hums deep in his throat.

"Yeah, fuck, I do."

It's what sends Steve to do an insanely stupid thing. He reaches out and grabs his phone, unlocks it while cupping his balls with one hand, squeezing and tugging, while scrolling through his contacts.

The voice on the other end sounds tired, not angry at all. Steve would like to be it the other way around, he wants to be yelled at, hit and torn.

"Why the fuck are you calling, it's literally three in the morning", there's a little yawn and Steve wishes he'd be here, "You better be bleeding out somewhere to bother me now, Haines."

He wants to hit him back with something witty, smart, rude but there's nothing more leaving his mouth but a moan, as his hand wanders up his dick again. There's silence on the other end. It makes his blood race, boil.

"Haines?"

"Yeah fuck, who do you think it is?", his voice is deep and buried in his throat. He groans.

There's a low chuckle on the other end. He wishes he could see that smile, he wishes he could tear it off of Warrens face.

"You ain't really getting yourself off right now, are you?", and when there's no answer just a deep and low sigh, 14 tsks, "That's actually pathetic, Haines."

He sounds wide awake now. Good.

"Tell me", there's shuffling on the other end, "Tell me what you're doing, you moron."

Steve smiles and tugs at his dick, with Warren purring deep into his ear. "Fuck, I'm", he sighs, feels the tension running deep through his stomach, "Touching myself."

"And you're thinking of me? How cute. Ain't you ashamed of yourself, Haines?"

Usually it's Steve who has the upper hand in the little dangerous game they're playing, it comes naturally with him being the higher ranking one, but he will make an exception tonight. Warren's tone is spurring him on, how he talks down on him. He would love for Warren to be here, for Warren to look and talk down on him, to spit in his face and sneer at him.

The words leave his mouth quicker than he can act against them.

"Wish you were here, fuck, touching me."

_

The next morning Steve's late to work. He doesn't even remember the last time he hasn't been on time. Must've been years ago. His chest burns as his shirt rubs over the sore skin. Warren had told him to run his hands over his chest harder harder harder until his nails had scraped the skin. The stinging sensation feels good, it's a nice reminder of last night.

As he rushes towards the FIB building across the empty plaza, he sees a figure leaning against one of the chairs.

"Late, Haines?", it's Warren. He's smoking a cigarette.

Steve raises his hand and shows him his finger.

He knows he's fucked, they both are.

_

It's Wednesday when he gets the mail and Friday when he enters the meeting room. His boss is there and so is Mrs. Rackham, he's seen her once or twice, but this time she's not alone. There are other agents with her and, of course because his life's just gotta be like that, 14 is there too.

His gaze drops to Steve's take-away cup and his lips curl into a smug grin. "If I knew we were having a potluck, I would've brought something as well", his voice is deep and calm, collected, like velvet and Steve'-s pulse sings with it.

"14", Mrs. Rackham's voice cuts through the air, admonishing, like a mother scolding her child.

Now it's Steve's time to grin and he drops his free hand to his belt, hooks one thumb underneath it and cocks his hips forward, looks at Warren. It's the same look he shoots him when Warren sinks to his knees to obediently suck his dick and he eyes him up and down. 14 blushes, his gaze drops.

Steve bathes in his display of power, the feeling that erupts from it takes him flying high. To them, it looks like 14 is listening to his superior but only the two of them know that he isn't. Only the two of them know that he's bowing to Steve's will. They had a change in their power dynamic last night and Steve is not willing to accept that, maybe he's even afraid to do so.

As they take their seats they look at each other once more and Steve feels his stomach flutter.

_

They were at each others throats the second they found themselves to be alone on the floor. Now, only a few minutes later, Steve has Warren bend over the sink of the bathroom. The door is locked but the idea of them being caught, someone seeing how he toys with one of the leading IAA Field Agents, still excites him. He has one hand around Warrens throat, his thumb pressing his chin upward, their eyes meeting in the mirror.

14 is crying. Small, thick tears run down his cheeks, silent evidence of his denied orgasm. He's very pretty that way, Steve thinks, when his cheeks redden and his eyes turn dark, like the stormy sea and his hair's in a mess. He loves it when Warren cries, the sounds he makes and-

"Please."

Steve stops his slow and deep thrusts and blinks dumbfounded. One, two, three seconds pass until he moves again. Laughter spills out of his mouth, deep and satsified.

"What a pretty sound for a pretty boy, huh?", his hand strokes over Warren's ass cheek, gently kneading the flesh below the palm. It's soft and warm and it grounds him.

His voice drops in both, octave and volume, as he leans forward, shoving himself even deeper into 14, lips against his ear. "Say that again", he whispers, tongue darting out and toying with his earlobe.

"Please, Steve. For fucks sake, please fuck me", Warren moans and throws his head back, pressing his throat into Steve's palm more firmly. He presses down and Warren yelps, squirms and their gazes meet in the mirror once more.

Warren holds his own mouth shut with one hand, drowning his moans and screams, as Steve ruts into him like an animal gone wild, fucking them both senseless.

_

Steve's phone rings and he picks up, opening another bottle of wine.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"So, you're still alive then?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am." Why wouldn't I be?

"Good. Just wanted to check."

"Warren?"

"Yeah?"

"Should I be worried?"

"No", and he trust him, because the word carries all the fear, all the thoughts that Steve grew so painfully familiar with.

_

The next time they see each other is a rather spontaneous thing. Well, at least Steve hasn't invited Warren over but there he is, standing in his doorway, hair a mess, his leather jacket on. He eyes Steve up and down, his gaze stops at the obvious bandage around his upper arm. Warren slowly raises his hand and gently touches it. Steve doesn't flinch.

"I saw the news", Warren says, his voice low and nearly inaudible.

"I'm fine."

"You got shot", he looks seriously upset now.

"I'm still alive, ain't I?"

And then he's on him, arms around his neck, lips pressed onto his own, hungrily devouring him. Steve feels Warren's warmth radiating against him and he slips his hands under his jacket, pulls his firm, muscular frame closer, flush against him. "I-, I was-", he doesn't have to say it, Steve knows anyway. Afraid, Worried, Scared, Frightened.

"I'm still here, pretty boy", he runs his good hand through Warren's dark hair and they look at each other and Steve knows, it hits him like a train, that they are both gone. Warren's gaze is soft and it's so beautiful, but somehow Steve wishes he'd yell at him again, lash out and throw hands at him. That was easier to handle than whatever they just turned into.

They are gentle with each other, for the first time. It's all slow kisses, soft touches and intertwined bodies, heat and whispered words. Steve holds Warren by his hips as he grinds down on his dick and gently brushes over his abdomen, his hip bones and chest with his hands, wants to feel and discover every inch of his body. Warren leans down and kisses him, soft and warm, plush lips that gently move against his own, a tongue darting out, making its way into his mouth. It makes his stomach flutter and fingertips tingle, so he hooks his good arm around his waist and helps 14 to rock onto him, the other hand gently resting on his leg.

They cum with their foreheads pressed together firmly, so close together that their eyelashes are nearly touching, gazes locked on each other. Steve pulls Warren close after that, hooks his good arm around him and it doesn't take long until they are at each other again, kissing gently, hands wandering, tongues touching.

_

Steve wakes up in the early hours of the next morning, Warren's back pressed against him. His breath is easy, he seems to be sleeping still. Steve buries his nose in his neck and breathes in. Out. In. Out. In - until he falls asleep again.

_

Ignoring each other at work and during the breaks becomes increasingly harder. Steve is getting itchy with the stress it puts onto him.

_

"The fuck did you do?", Warren slams his glas down. It doesn't break but Steve hears it shatter anyways. Of course they'd fight once again, once more. Maybe they never really stopped, maybe they were just on a break, an armistice.

He's talking about Michael and his associates kidnapping Mr. K.

"This is business, Warren. This has nothing to do with you."

"Are you completely nuts, Haines? She'll have your head for this, Daniels will kill you."

Steve looks at him and his gaze quickly turns into a stare. This is not about him, it never has been and it now dawns on him. He's not even yelling, his voice is firm and nearly a whisper.

"Me? Don't you dare act like you care about me when it comes to this. You're afraid what this will mean for you, aren't you? If they ever unveil that you fuck me, the one responsible for subject K gone missing? What will they think of you then, huh?"

Warren blinks. Once, twice. "Are you fucking deluded, Haines?"

Steve has missed how Warren beats and tears at his clothes and hurts so so so good. He relishes in the pain that 14 is exposing him to, until he can't hold back the gnarling animal in his chest anymore and lashes out as well, hits back and hits hits hits until they are covered in blood.

_

It hurts so good, his cuts and bruises hurt so good. Steve had missed this, missed the pain so much. Warren lies next to him, chest heaving, blood on his hands and his face, it's in his hair and on his legs as well. Steve wants to fuck him raw, until he screams and cries.

Steve wants to make Warren his, and only his. And he's ready to give himself up for it, too.

#listen i really should be working on a paper these days #but these fucked up agents are all that my brain can process rn #steve haines/agent 14 #agent steve haines #steve haines #agent 14 #gta v #gta online #gtao #my writing

[godzillagirl-14]

Wish Upon an Idol (Ch. 4)

Chapter 4 

Pairing: ot7 x reader 

Summary: The Bangtan boys have the ability to grant wishes (unbeknownst to you, the brand new addition to their friend group) So when you jokingly wish you had superpowers to “help the world in a way you knew how” what happens when wake up the next day with extraordinary abilities? 

Warnings: Drama, angst, a lot of action, smut, and a bad attempt at being humorous. 

Warnings for this chapter: Angst - anxiety attacks, reader is implied to be bisexual, crying, self doubt, reader is very frustrated- steamy make out session  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Word Count: 4,945

Taglist: @mischiefmakerliesmith5​ @snowythellama​ @namjoonsslutakakoreanmanswhore​ (If you want to be tagged just let me know) :) 

Hope you enjoy! 

You were angry. 

So so fucking angry as you stormed down the street. Your body temperature was skyrocketing and you felt something animalistic deep down in your core that made you want to turn on your heel and tear your boss apart. 

No. That’s not what these powers are for. 

Nodding along with your thoughts you tried to calm yourself, to will away the sparks at your fingertips, and to slow down the erratic beating of your heart. You were aware that many people had watched you break Jaehyun’s nose, watched you storm out of the cafe with you creative choice of words.

Scrub the leeches out of the devil’s asshole. You gave yourself some props, you got your point across that you would never want to be with someone who constantly disrespects your boundaries, even after you had told them to stop. Your heart was already taken anyway. 

What would the boys think? How would they react? 

You wondered what the boys would have done if they had witnessed you throwing that ferocious jab at your boss. Would they be proud that you finally stood up for yourself? Would they be disappointed? Would they regret giving you powers in the first place? 

Your heart dropped at the thought. Maybe your temper was too short for these powers. One wrong move and you could ruin someone’s life. Letting out a frustrated huff, you turned into a nearby alleyway. Your frustration and anger were building, leaving you feeling like a walking furnace. Leaning against a brick wall, you closed your eyes and thought of ways to cool yourself down. 

Icebergs, Antarctica, glaciers, ice cold water... Truth be told, you just wanted to find the nearest lake and plunge into it. That would help you clear your thoughts and help your get back to your neutral state. 

Pressing your cheek up against the cool surface of the building, you almost moaned out loud at the relieving sensation. Just a few more moments and you can walk home with a semi-clear head. 

“Well, isn’t this a pretty sight,” Ah shit. “What’s a pretty little thing doing out so late by herself?” un-fucking-believable. Rolling your eyes you turned your gaze to the voice at hand, sizing him up, doing very little to hide your agitation. 

“It’s 4:30 in the afternoon,” His eyebrows shot to his hairline at your snappy remark before he laughed coolly and you wanted nothing more than to swipe that smirk clean off his face. He reminded you of Jaehyun, just from his body language. It made you heat up all over again. 

“No need for hostilities,” he responded, slyly. “Just wanted to make sure you were alright. I was worried.” he placed him hand over his heart in an attempt to make him look more genuine, but you could see right through him. 

This guy’s bullshit smells worse than Jungkook’s sweaty gym socks.

“Oh, I’m sure you were,” you rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the wall. “I appreciate the kind gesture, but if you could be so kind as to leaving me alone, that’d be fabulous.” just as you were about to walk out of the alley and continue your path home, a hand grabbing your arm stopped you. 

“Hey, wait a second!” 

You felt that if you clenched your teeth any harder, your jaw would break. 

“Let go of my arm.” It was taking everything in you to not rip this stranger a new one. You were completely on edge, frustrated to no end, and wanting nothing more than to go home and neutralize your nerves. It was rather obvious that your powers were based off your emotions, so now it was important to make sure you weren’t feeling too much negativity to cause serious damage. 

The stranger didn’t listen and if you weren’t overheating before, you definitely were now. Your face felt extremely flushed and uncomfortable. Your ears were ringing like a hot tea kettle and your heart was pounding just enough for the constant thump to hurt and hinder your breathing in the slightest. You felt the sweat on the back of your neck slowly trickle down and settle at the small of your back and your hands felt just as clammy. Too focused on not maiming this annoying stranger, you didn’t even realize he was still talking until you forced yourself to stop paying attention to your body in hopes that would distract you long enough to get away. 

“Well, let me at least get your numb-” 

“No.” 

He blinked at you, frowning and you leveled his gaze with yours, hoping the pupils weren’t engulfed in glowing white. “Let. Go.” your words were deadly calm, despite your mind screaming at you to just grab him and toss him into oncoming traffic. No need to get too violent. 

Things were getting too dangerous now as you felt the palms of your hands start to burn and you looked, unclenching your fist to reveal red palms and small sparks dancing along the lines of your fingers. 

The jerk continued to stare at you before his frown turned to a scowl and his grip on your arm tightened to the point it kind of hurt. The feeling of anger and fear quickly unlocked your fight or flight instinct and you were soon swinging your hand up to smack him across the face. Short and simple to allow you time to get away, or so you thought. 

What you didn’t expect was for him to catch your wrist and twist it, rendering you unable to use your hands and for your heart rate to kick up like it just took eight shots of pure caffeine. Natural instinct along with your powers kicked in like no tomorrow, and soon you found yourself kneeing the guy in the groin a little too hard, effectively making him release one of your hands. Not taking into account of how hot your palms were, you brought butt of your palm up and into his chin, knocking him off his feet and releasing your other hand. 

His cry of pain would have been satisfying had you not been freaking out so badly, seeing the blistering red mark on his chin and neck. You had burned him. 

Bringing your palm up to your cheek, you hissed at how hot your hand was, trying and failing to calm your breathing as you turned and hauled ass out of the alley, knocking into some people as you went. Your mind was working overtime, making sure to not use too much of your enhanced speed, yelling at you to use more of your agility so you wouldn’t bulldoze anyone else down, and making sure to not think too much in fear of triggering your elemental powers. 

This was all just too much. You could hear every car horn, every heartbeat of the people you passed, vision blurring and focusing on all the wrong things, ears ringing, hands burning. Too much. Too much. Too much. 

It’s a wonder how you managed to make it to your door in one physical piece while your mind felt like it was going to implode on itself. 

                                                     ~~~

Taking the door off its hinges would have been impressive to Seokjin, had he not seen the state you were in as you walked through the threshold. There you stood, the disconnected door in your hand, your chest heaving up and down like you had just run a marathon, and sweat dripping down your temple and onto your neck. Your eyes looked cloudy, unable to focus on anything and if Jin had looked closer, he would have saw the rapid movement of your pupils shrinking and dilating in a desperate attempt to lock on something without your vision blurring seconds later. 

“. . . (Y/n)?” Standing from his spot on the couch, he stepped into your line of sight and your heart began to pound even louder in your ears as you saw him getting closer. 

His lips were moving but you couldn’t hear a single word. The sound of your erratic heart beat was driving you insane. Everything was too loud, too hot and Jin was suddenly way too close to you, reaching out to try and grab your hand that was most certainly hot enough to burn him. “No!” you snatched your hand away, cradling it to your chest. Jin held his hands up in surrender, moving slowly so as not to startle you too much. 

“Give me your hand,” he stated, softly making sure to not extend his hand too fast. He looked on patiently as he watched you frantically shake your head. “No, I-I’ll burn you. I can’t- I just- I don’t-” Moving away from him you began pacing back in forth, rubbing at your face as if the skin agitated you. 

“God, everything is too hot!” you screamed, before your clothes abruptly burst into flames. Seokjin screeched, jumping back so as not to get burned, staring in disbelief as you just . . . stood there as the fire ate away at your clothes, until there was nothing left, leaving you as naked as the day you were born. You were scared, so scared to the point that you didn’t care about the fact that you were standing stark naked in front of Jin, or the fact that anyone in the hallway could literally walk past and see you as well. 

Looking up, Jin saw the way your lip trembled, saw the way tears formed at the brim of your eyes, saw the way your hands shook. The shaky breath that was exhaled from your lips made his heart break, watching as the first tear streaked down your cheek, followed by another and then another until you crumbled down on your knees, your face buried into your hands, sobs wracking your entire body. 

Jin watched on, shocked into silence by the sudden outburst before his face softened into a look of sympathy. He cautiously made his way over to you with the same carefulness you would give to a frightened deer. He lowered himself down until he was on his knees in front of you, regarding the way your shoulders shook and how you were trying and failing to even out your breaths. Lifting his hand up, he intended to grab your wrist, but because of your enhanced senses, you were able to flinch away from him. You were still too hot. 

Softly calling out your name was met with no reaction, but he knew you heard him. You didn’t want to look at him. You were scared and ashamed, the events of today felt like they spanned an entire week. You were so tired. So when Jin called out to you again, you peeled your hands away from your face and was struck with the sheer ethereal beauty that was Kim Seokjin. You were awestruck. 

Going for a different approach, he simply held his hand out to you, giving you the choice of whether you would take his hand or not. You stared at his hand as if it were some sort of foreign object before looking back up at his face and shaking your head. “No,” you whispered, fresh tears streaking down the (s/c) skin of your cheeks. “I’ll burn you.” 

“No, you won’t.” Was his delicate reply. He wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and comfort the tears away. Whisper sweet nothings into your ear until you were finally able to feel okay again. But he knew that if he did that right now, things would only erupt into chaos. Baby steps. 

“I trust you, (Y/n).” 

Looking back up at his face, studying his features, focusing on him. Only him. He was there for you and your heart began to beat faster. Taking a deep breath, you looked back at his awaiting hand, slowly extending yours. Pulling back when you felt his skin against yours, only to realize he hadn’t flinched away from you. You knew your skin was hot, probably even unbearably hot, but he didn’t show any signs of discomfort other than a slight clenching of his jaw. 

After he helped you stand up, he still held onto your hand as he led you into the bathroom, gently guiding you into the bathtub before sitting down behind you. Had you been more clear in the head, you would have asked him why he was still in his clothes. 

Leaning forward, he turned the water to cold, watching as it pooled around you both, looking on in disbelief as the water immediately began to evaporate as soon as it hit your skin. He then turned on the shower head, feeling the cold water cascade over the both of you, hearing you sigh in relief and watching your tensed body finally relaxing. You leaned back into his touch as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, rubbing the skin in soothing circles. Reaching up, you grabbed his hands, squeezing them gratefully and relaxing into his chest. 

You stayed like that for a while; in complete silence with cold water flowing down from the tops of your head to the tips of your toes. Rubbing at each others knuckles, as a way to acknowledge one another without having to actually say anything. You’ve never been this intimate with him or either of the boys before, letting him cuddle in the bathtub with you, let alone him seeing you naked. Sure there would be relaxing sessions on the couch while watching a movie, but for it to get this far, was truly mind boggling. You were much more comfortable around other women, it seemed much more natural to be intimate around them, granted this did feel nice and it was helping you calm your nerves that just moments before made you take out an entire door. These past few days have been absolutely insane. 

You remembered what the boys had said; if you didn’t want the powers and responsibility anymore, all you had to do was wish them away. But even as you think about the events that occurred today, and the similar events that might occur in the future, you realize that you still wouldn’t give up these powers. What kind of impression would you have of yourself if you just gave up just because some days are harder than most. You wouldn’t be able to look at yourself if you gave up so easily. You had to keep fighting. 

You both stayed in the tub until you had finally cooled down and started shivering from the cold water. Stepping out of the tub, you turned to Jin, only to see his clothes completely soaked. You looked at him curiously but he only smiled at you before beginning to peel his shirt off. 

Eyes, widening and face reheating, you tried your hardest to keep your eyes trained on his face and damn near popped a blood vessel when he looked at you and smirked. He even had the audacity to wink at you. Good to know his playful attitude was intact. Huffing out a breath, you crossed your arms over yourself to try and keep yourself warm. The thought of trying to use your powers to regulate your body heat sounded absolutely atrocious with how you were so mentally tired, so you opted for the old fashioned way. You turned to reach for a towel hanging on the rack just as Jin pulled his pants down, your heart rate picking up to match the speed of the flash. You felt another shiver run down your spine when you finally wrapped the towel around your body, a reminder that you were in fact freezing your ass off and needed to be put in some warm clothes immediately. 

You felt like you were going to get whiplash with the way your body was trying to get used to your powers. First you were so angry to the point you burned your clothes off, and now, you were freezing to the point where you were desperate to have clothes back on. You grabbed another towel and turned back around to hand it to Jin, who had been staring at you intently, noticing the way your body reacted to the cool air. After grabbing the towel and wrapping it around his hips, he gently grabbed your hand and led you to his room. You were a little confused at first, wondering why he wasn’t leading you to your room so you could get dressed, but then realized that he might be letting you use his hoodie. You almost started skipping behind him in excitement as out of all the boys’ hoodies to steal, you loved stealing his. 

There was something about Jin’s hoodies that were just extra cozy. If he had noticed your change in demeanor, he didn’t comment on it as he opened his door to his room and let you in first. Walking in, you immediately sat yourself down on his bed, hugging the towel close around your chest to keep it from falling and awkwardly crossing your ankles in an attempt to appear more casual. You dropped one of your hands to run it along his comforter. It felt warm and soft and it caused goosebumps to travel along your arms and legs due to the texture against your palm. As your hand glided back and forth against the blanket, you wondered how you were going to explain this entire situation to Jin and the rest of the boys without them thinking that giving you these powers was a mistake. 

Hey guys, I quit my job by breaking my boss’ nose because he wouldn’t stop groping me and while I was walking home, some creep tried to hit on me and I ended up burning him after he tried to grab me. Oh and also, we need to look into getting a new door because I accidentally hulked out on it trying to get into the apartment, and I spontaneously combusted because I was in the middle of a panic attack and Jin saw me naked! :D 

Yeah that conversation is going to be... quite interesting. You internally cringed, wondering how you were going to muster up enough energy to even start that conversation. 

Too lost in thought about the entire ordeal, you didn’t notice Jin rummaging through his drawers until he had set out a hoodie and pair of boxer briefs in front of you. The hoodie looked like it could swallow Jin whole, so you immediately knew that you would be swimming in the article of clothing before you even unfolded it. You were grateful for the size though because as soon as you had put it on, you were immediately engulfed in warmth and you exhaled as your cold body was finally able to start relaxing. 

Jin smiled at you as you attempted and failed to get rid of the sweater paws that were forming around your hands and led you back out to the living room. By now, the sun was close to setting and the door to the hallway was still very much laying on the floor instead of being on it’s hinges. You groaned as you sat down on the couch, Jin sitting down next to you and setting your legs on his lap. 

After a few beats of silence with Jin massaging the muscles of your calves and you fiddling with the hem of the hoodie, you finally looked up to see him looking at you. “How are you feeling?” he asked, searching your face for any distress. You opened your mouth out of instinct, ready to deliver your answer as if you were on autopilot. 

“I feel fine.” 

He raised his eyebrow at you, telling you that he didn’t believe you for a second. “Come on, (Y/n), we know you better than anyone. You can’t lie to us. You can’t lie to me.” Gently grabbing your chin and making him look at you made you puff out a breath. Rolling your eyes, you moved away from his hand and leaned back against the couch. 

“I don’t- I mean, I don’t really know where to start,” you shrugged your shoulders, trying to rack your brain for the right words to say. “I broke my boss’s nose because he kept trying to advance on me even after I said I wasn’t interested. He kept saying that my “no” was secretly a “yes”. He wanted the chase, it was all like some fucking game for him. I told him no again, and when he grabbed my arm, I punched him in the face.” 

Jin nodded, listening intently and waiting for you to continue. You wanted to leave it at that, but you knew he wouldn’t let up until you had gotten everything off your chest. “I walked out after we had yelled at each other. I had some pretty.... unique parting words for him, but then I was walking home and I was just so angry and everything was suddenly heating up and going in and out of focus. So I stepped aside to try and calm myself down, but then this guy tried to hit on me. He was so creepy, and he had grabbed me, but I had burned his face. I just-” you didn’t realize how you were still worked up about the situation as you choked on your words. 

“I was just so scared that I would hurt someone innocent and I was so angry I couldn’t even see straight which made me even more scared and I just wanted to get home but then that happened,” you gestured towards the broken door and sniffled, not realizing you had started crying again. Luckily your body seemed too exhausted to overheat and you were grateful when Jin pulled you into his lap and held you close. 

Burying your face into his neck, you let out the tears you had been holding back all day, finally being able to let your body sag after all the tension was released. Jin soothingly rubbed your back, pulling you to face him after you had finished letting everything out, and wiping away at the tears that slid down your cheek. Your face and eyes probably looked puffy from all the crying and you felt like you looked crazy, but it had only made Jin fall in love with you more, letting him see you be so vulnerable and being able to comfort you. 

He kept his hand on your cheek and watched as you leaned into his touch closing your eyes and sighing. When you were able to stabilize your breathing, you finally opened your eyes and were once again struck by the pure beauty that was Kim Seokjin. 

“You truly are beautiful, Seokjin,” 

You could have cringed at the way your voice whispered those words, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to nitpick the way you sounded right now. You felt your ears begin to burn after he had remained silent, too lost in your self doubt to see how red his ears and cheeks were turning. You went to move off of his lap, intent on going to your room to lay down, but were stopped when you felt his hand on your cheek become firm to keep you in place. He took a second to look at you, from you (h/l (h/c) hair, to the way you hiccupped trying to recover from crying so much,  to the redness that surrounded your (e/c) eyes to the way left over tear streaks smeared on you (s/c) skin. He felt like he had spent thousands of years with you as well. 

“I know,” 

You couldn’t hold back your laughter even if you wanted to. Your body shook with the force of your laugh. Burying your face in his neck again, you let his laugh fill your ears while you felt his hands massaging your back and leg. You stayed like that for a while, the only noise filling the room being your occasional sniffle and the little hitch in the shakiness of your breath from still trying to recover from your crying session. You still felt upset and you had no doubt that one small thing could possibly trigger another crying session, but right now, you were content with keeping your thoughts empty and just listening to the sound of Jin’s heart beating clearly in your ears. 

You were close to dozing off in his lap when he finally spoke up, making you tune out of your little bubble. 

“For what it’s worth, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve laid my eyes on,” You couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or not, so you sat up to look at his face again. After examining his face, you still couldn’t tell if he was being serious, so you snorted and playfully smacked his chest. “Yeah right,” you rolled your eyes. “Don’t try to pull that on me after you’ve been alive for over a thousand years, mister.” 

You giggled a little and he smiled at you, cupping your cheek again, forcing you to look at his face and your giggling to fade. “There is no one who is as incredible as you, (Y/n). You are truly the most beautiful girl I’ve ever encountered.” 

You were at a complete loss for words, gaping at him. You felt your ears heat up, wondering if the pounding you heard was his heart or yours. Noticing him staring at you intently, you also noticed his eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips constantly but you felt stuck. You were way too scared to just lean forward and connect your lips, even though you’ve always dreamed about what those pillows for lips would feel like against your own. You got lost in thought once again thinking about how unfair it was for this man to have such luscious lips, it should be a crime. 

Too far gone in your own thoughts, you barely noticed Jin leaning close to you, up until his nose brushed yours and he stopped. Both of your eyes were closed, yours being closed out of fear that you might spontaneously combust, his being closed in fear that this might be a dream. You’ve dreamed about this moment for so long, wondering if he was waiting for you to make the call of whether you’re going to press your lips against his or pull away. 

Releasing one shaky breath, you decided to throw caution to the wind and lean forward. Your lips brushed against each other for no more than a second, pulling away for a moment and searching his face, only to find him staring at you as if you were one of the seven wonders of the world. You took that as a sign to lean back in, cupping his cheek and pressing your lips more firmly onto his. The feeling of his lips against yours could easily be something to become addicted to, as you felt his hands trail down your back, causing you to shiver while they settled on your hips.  

You wanted to deepen the kiss, so you opened your mouth and swiped your tongue on his bottom lip. That must have triggered something in him, because he trailed his hands down from your hips to grip your ass and squeeze, which caused you to yelp, and for him to push his tongue deeper into your mouth. 

Out of all the ways you had thought this day would end, french kissing one of the men you’ve been in love with for months definitely did not cross your mind. But you couldn’t really complain when Jin shifted his hips up and you got a very.... detailed feel of him. The whimper that left your lips could have brought any man down to his knees, and Jin contemplated on whether he should start moving your hips against his or if that might overwhelm you too much. 

Your body had started moving on its own accord as you began moving your hips against his, feeling his groan against your mouth. You kept moving your hips, getting worked up at the feeling of him against you and the sounds leaving his mouth, until it had all began to feel like a little too much and the clothes you were wearing began to feel too stuffy. So, against your better judgment, you began to slow your hips down, pressing one more tender kiss against his lips before pulling away. 

He searched your face for any sign of discomfort and when you had clarified that it was just you getting a little too excited, he chuckled and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “It’s okay,” he gently reassured you when you went to bury your face in his neck again. It was beginning to become a favorite spot of yours. “We go at your pace, no matter how fast or slow that might be.” 

You didn’t think you could love this man any more, and yet here you were constantly being proven wrong. It didn’t take long for you to finally doze off, with the events that happened, you were surprised you hadn’t just collapsed as soon as you got home. You were lulled to sleep by Jin’s comforting hand rubbing your back, his lips on your forehead and his heart beat in your ears. 

He was finally able to relax his tensed body when he felt your body release all the tension that had built up, closing his eyes and almost dozing off himself, until he heard footsteps walking toward the apartment. 

“What happened to the door?!”  

A/N 

Alright, so this chapter is very long overdue. I’m pretty sure I started this story back when my senior year of highschool began and now I just recently finished my freshman year of college. I either couldn’t find the time or motivation to try and finish the chapter but I’m glad I finally did. That being said, I can’t be too sure when the next chapter is going to be, but I hope you stick around nonetheless! 

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please let me know what you think! your feedback is always welcomed! 

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[some-kindofgnome]

Kinktober #27: The Lake: Bakusquad

In which you and Kirishima take a trip to the lake for a little class reunion.

Characters: primarily Kirishima / f!reader, but also Jirou, Sero, Kaminari, Bakugou and Mina / f!reader AND background Kaminari / Jirou

Warnings: smut (18+ please!) aged-up characters, pro-hero Kiri, Bakugou, Denki, Jirou, Mina and Sero, group sex, polyamory, brief mentions of drinking, not a whole lot of attention paid to protection (sorry...)

Notes: Today’s prompt was “Orgy.” You can probably tell by how many fcking PEOPLE are involved lmao. I... had trouble with this one! This was tough. There are a lot of limbs to keep track of. But I wouldn’t be opposed to re-visiting this dynamic again soon, with more time to play around a little. 

I know it says 1-A on the masterlist, but it really did turn out to be more of a Bakusquad thing, sorry!

Kinktober Masterlist

You’re folding one last sweater into your weekend bag and zipping it up when Kirishima swings by to pick you up.

After a very long, hot summer week at the office, your boss let you go a couple of hours early on a slow Friday afternoon- just soon enough to catch the early train home. It turned out to be very lucky indeed, since Kirishima’s already here and you’re just finishing up your packing.

Then again, it’s not your fault you’ve been agonizing over what to bring.

The buzzer by your door sends your heart leaping into your throat, but it only takes a quick peek out the front window to confirm that it’s Kiri. He knows that you’ll look before you head for the door, so he’s stepped back from the front stoop a little and shoots you a bashful wave with one hand shoved into his pocket.

You melt. He’s cute enough to put your nerves to rest.

“Good afternoon, milady,” he greets with a sweep of charming enthusiasm when you pull the door open for him. He bows playfully before stepping into your apartment. “I will be your escort this weekend. Show me to your luggage.”

“I don’t think there’s enough of it to be called ‘luggage,’” you giggle. You slip an arm around his neck and push a kiss against his cheek.

“Hi.”

He gasps, pressing his fingers to the spot where your lips touched.

“Such unprofessional behaviour. I’m going to have to report this, you know.”

“Shut up.” You bat at his chest. The bastard, in all his well-muscled glory, barely flinches. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

The threat’s playful, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t consider it, it in the darkest hours of the night before.

Every year, on the last weekend in July, Kirishima gets together with some old friends from UA. They rent a little cabin out by the lake, drink, party, and catch up. You’ve been dating just under a year, so you’ve never been to one of these before. Even though you’ve met everybody who’s going to be there individually, it’ll be the first time you see them as a group.

And Kirishima’s known them for ten years. You like to think you know him pretty well, but compared to them, you’re strangers.

“It’s not too late to,” he breathes, pausing to glance at you with a moment’s sincerity.

“No,” you brush. “No, I’m fine.” You put your hands on his forearms and squeeze gently. “Nervous, but… that’s what the drive up is for, right?”

“Yeah.” He flashes you a grin that steals your heart over and over again, sweeping you and your little suitcase out the door.

The drive is breezy and surprisingly quick, given the expected level of weekend cottage-country-traffic. You blast the radio and turn it down during the commercials. But you can’t help the sinking dread that pits in your stomach when the ETA in your navigation app drops from an hour and a half to forty-five minutes to five minutes.

The drive was supposed to be your chance to settle your nerves. You’re not ready to be here yet.

When you pull down the sloped gravel driveway of the cabin, there are already three cars there. You recognize Bakugou’s sleek Audi, but you can only assume that the other two belong to the rest of the crew.

So everyone else is already here. Makes sense. Nobody else works 9-5, so they probably cut off early to get here.

Doesn’t make you any less freaked out.

Kirishima insists on grabbing both of your bags. He shoulders his way into the cabin with excitement building in every muscle. You can see it from ten feet away. He’s thrilled to be here. That thought honestly helps, for a hot minute.

Until you hear the voices that drift from inside.

The whole cabin’s lit up with savoury, beautiful smells when you step inside. The kitchen’s crowded- Bakugou’s chopping vegetables and doing his best to shoo everyone out of his way while he sautés and chops and glazes and bakes.

“Jesus Christ. Finally. Will you get these assholes outta my way?” Bakugou snarls, waving his knife around as soon as he catches sight of the two of you.

Before you can even laugh properly at Bakugou’s temper, there’s a high-pitched squeal of your name from behind him, and he’s abruptly shoved against the edge of the counter as a bright pink blur streaks around the island and launches herself at you.

“Hiiiii,” Mina coos, pressing a kiss to your cheek after she’s given you a tight squeeze.

The rest of the party filters in around you- Sero and Denki crowding not-so-subtly around the new addition to their little crew while Jirou makes her way over at a respectful pace. It becomes obvious to you almost immediately that you’re the first girl Kirishima’s ever brought to one of these.

You want to let that feel special. Instead, the intimidation only spikes.

You need to relax.

“Here, babe,” Mina sighs, shooing the boys away from you. “Kiri’ll take your bags upstairs. Let’s get you a drink.”

She grabs your hand and drags you toward the bar cart in the living room. Kirishima disappears up the stairs, but before you know it, he’s re-appearing. So is everybody else. The smells from the kitchen are growing unbearably tantalizing.

Bakugou hollers when dinner’s ready.

He’s done glazed pork chops with some kind of gorgeous mango slaw- indulgent and delicious, but light enough that none of you will be too stuffed at the end of the meal. You sit between him and Kirishima and everybody catches up.

Mina and Sero are starting an agency together. Denki and Jirou found a place together just outside of the city. And Bakugou, of all people, has just taken on his first U.A. intern.

You feel sorry for the poor kid already.

Once the dinner dishes have been cleared, you’re starting to feel more at ease. The conversation flows easily between the group of you, and you’re kind of killing it with the one-liners. Even Bakugou gives a dull chuckle when you land a particularly good one.

But the real purpose of this weekend can’t be put off forever.

“Babe,” Mina coos eventually, leaning over Kirishima to settle a hand on your thigh. “I am so excited that you’re here. Do you know how long it’s been since we had anybody new to play with?”

“Mina,” Kirishima scolds. “Don’t scare her.”

“What?” Mina sits up. “You said you were gonna tell her before you brought her here. Kiri, tell me you talked to her.” She looked up at you with wide eyes. “He told you, didn’t he?”

“Yes,” you promise, holding your hands up to settle her. “He talked to me. I agreed to come knowing full well what we’re here for. But… I’m still nervous as hell over here.”

“Don’t worry,” Mina promises. “We’re gonna take good care of you, sweets. Besides, you and Kiri and Bakugou have before, right? So between them, it’s basically like you’ve already slept with all of us.”

She’s got a point. But that doesn’t change the fact that your cheeks are like molten lava just thinking about it.

Every year, on the last weekend in July, Kirishima gets together with some old friends from UA. They rent a cabin out by the lake, drink, party… and fuck. You’ve shrugged monogamy with him before. Mina’s right- Bakugou’s joined you on a few different occasions. But this is something you’ve never even thought of trying before.

Still, Kirishima makes you want to take risks. He’s always been good that way- encouraging you to push your comfort zone without compromising your boundaries. When you first talked about this weekend, he’d framed his little pitch with the promise that if you weren’t comfortable with it, he was happy to miss out on it, too.

But you know his friends. You know his character. You trust him.

So you jumped.

“She’s so cute when she’s embarrassed,” Denki chuckles, propping his chin in his hand. He’s got his other palm on Jirou’s thigh under the table. In fact, everybody’s starting to get closer, now that dinner’s been taken care of.

“Let me kiss her. Please, Kiri?” Mina leans over again, resting a palm on Kiri’s lap as she bats her eyelashes at you.

“You’re gonna have to ask her yourself, Mina,” Kiri chides. He folds his arms behind his head and leans back in his chair, ready for the show.

Mina purrs your name again, smiling indulgently as she leans a little closer.

“Can I kiss you? Pretty please?”

You’re suddenly bashful, biting your lip. But you want this. You do.

“Sure. Okay.”

You release your lip from your teeth as Mina leans forward. Her lips are soft and so plush, and she’s a careful kisser. Out your right ear, you can hear Kirishima give a little sigh as he watches, and he rests a hand on each of your backs, rubbing soothingly.

“Come on,” Bakugou grunts as the two of you break apart. His chair scrapes harshly across the tile when he stands. “Get your asses to the living room before shit gets messy.”

Before you know it, you’re in a tangle of bare and sweaty limbs. You started out between Bakugou and Kirishima- the two boys you’re most familiar with. You’re stroking both of their hard cocks while they kiss each other, then you, then each other again. All the while, in the background, Mina, Sero, Denki and Jirou are stripping each other down, sprawling across the couch, letting a symphony of moans and sighs drift across the living room to your ears.

Before long, you’re pulled backwards into Denki’s lap as he fucks diligently up into you. Your pussy’s sloppy, slick from Mina’s tongue, and she’s perched right next to you, riding your boyfriend’s cock as the two of you let your hands drift.

You can see that Kirishima has a tight bond with all of these people. But you feel no jealousy towards them. If he can be so closely bonded with so many from his past, then why not you, too? Every time he catches your eye, no matter how many bodies there are between the two of you, he shoots you a loving little wink.

And at the end of the night, it’s you who’s going to be falling asleep beside him.

At some point, Bakugou pulls up a nearby chair, stroking himself while he watches the six of you drive each other to the edge, over and over and over again. By the time you’re all finished, you’re certain at least two dozen orgasms have passed between the lot of you.

And it shows. You’re exhausted.

After sharing such intimacy, you’re reluctant to break from one another. But inevitably you do, separating into your respective beds for the night. As you get ready for bed Kirishima’s full of energy.

“Holy shit, babe,” he raves, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for a tight kiss. “That was so fucking hot. You did such a good job, god damn.” He cups your jaw between both his hands and pulls your gaze to his.

He looks down at you with the Milky Way lit up in his eyes, fathomless love all for you.

“You looked so perfect,” he confesses, kissing your forehead, “in the middle a’ all my friends like that.”

You fall into bed together, feeling sore and spent and very loved, and sleep better than you have in weeks.

The next morning, in a haze of woodsy dawn, everybody fights over what to make for breakfast.

#my hero academia #kinktober #kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #bakusquad x reader #bakusquad #mha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #bnha #jbbkinktober2020

[yuzukult]

i’m bad too 06 (m) || kdy & reader

title: i’m bad too - drabble series pairing: kim doyoung x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut, goodboy!doyoung, nerdy!dy (basically he’s a dork) & badgirl!reader, hitman!au, oc-isn’t-a-hitman-but-she-could-be!au, there’s just a lot of unspoken things happening here lol word count: 1.7k warnings: blowjob/handjob (lucky doyoung), sexual usage of ‘oppa’ lol don’t judge a/n: still tryna learn the correct jargon for warnings but this is a drabble so.... very minimal stuff here lmfao

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Doyoung makes you watch an obscene amount of superhero movies. For clarification: Marvel-Cinematic-Universe-kind-of-movies. However, you barely complain. If it means more time with him, you’d even watch Sesame Street just to be in his arms. 

He doesn’t like to watch those movies where there’s a way deeper message hidden behind the plot. He lives for the action, sprinkle of comedy, and occasional love interest. But not a ton. Too much romance might set unrealistic expectations, according to him. 

Albeit you sort of think he still has a vastly different depiction of love in comparison to you.

For one, in this alternate universe where there’s villains and superheroes, you, without a doubt, are a villain. You’ve tried explaining to him that you fit the stereotype—the whole leather attire plus motorcycle really takes the cake, but he doesn’t even know what you’re up to half the time. In fact, almost every single event you’ve performed a task, you’d show up at his front doorstep, hands remaining dirty from a mission for the Boss, and he’d welcome you with open arms with no idea. 

Doyoung doesn’t even have an ounce of a clue what you do.

He’s such a nice guy. Girls practically eat that shit up when they meet him, often overlooking the fact that he holds so many great boyfriend qualities. When you’re sore from “work,” (he questions what you do all the time but you just shrug nonchalantly) he’d always slip off your socks, massage the soles of your feet and finish off the rest of your body with no resistance. He doesn’t expect anything in return—not even sex. Doyoung just gives and gives, nearly never taking.

On one side, you’re glad that most women don’t recognize how perfect of a significant other he is. It gives you time to figure yourself out; how do you become good enough for Kim Doyoung? You’ve already dropped smoking. You’ve been putting more effort in your studies, granted he is your tutor. And you’ve spent the majority of your free time with him. If you ever needed to review material, you’d do it with him, just to show how much you’re trying. 

Even if there isn’t a label for the two of you.

You’re friends—but you’re definitely more than just friends. You fuck, but you’re not just fuck buddies either. You’re exclusive but you’re not straightforwardly dating. Doyoung doesn’t hide the fact that he wants you to officially be his girlfriend, although he never forces the idea upon you. He’s content with the circumstances he’s under even though he hopes to have you be his and his only. Nonetheless, it’s under your terms and he never forgets to remind you that. 

Honestly, you thought that you might be okay with this. That is, until a pretty gal with shiny black hair, toned body, and gentle voice named Joy came into the picture.

Joy is a given nickname. Her actual birth name is Park Sooyoung, a name as beautiful as the beholder, but people had gotten into the habit of calling her Joy, since… well, she’s such a joy to be around. She’s part of the school’s cheerleading squad, called the ‘Red Velvet Queens,’ plus extremely involved with other extracurriculars, including the competitive tennis team that Doyoung is on. There’s a lot of bitches on the squad, especially with the encounters you’ve had with them, but Joy isn’t one of them. She’s an angel. She’s the woman version of Doyoung. 

Doyoung likes to wait outside in the parking lot, right in the unspoken designated spot where you leave your bike. You’ve offered him a ride to school since he often stands idly, except he politely declines, and you speculate that it’s from fear. He remains cute in your eyes despite being a bit of a wuss.

Today, however, he’s not alone. It’s a daily routine that the view of Doyoung leaves you breathless, heart pumping like you’ve gone running, but today is different. Your blood is boiling, smoke whistling out your ears like a kettle on a stove from the heat that lingers around your neck region. Joy stands beside him, the widest grin smacked across her cheeks, lips stained as red as her cheerleading uniform. You wobble on your bike into the parking spot, shutting off the engine before kicking out the stand, pulling the helmet off your head while obnoxiously chewing on a piece of gum in your mouth. 

Joy’s gaze meets yours.

She’s sweet, and none of this is her fault. But you kind of hate her presence right now, just because she’s got all of Doyoung’s attention. 

Spitting out the gum on the asphalt, you shuffle through your pockets for a toothpick. This stupid toothpick that you’re stuck with because you quit smoking cigarettes for that charming boy. Popping the wooden stick in your mouth, you rake your fingers through your greasy hair, slinging the backpack over your shoulders before walking past Doyoung. 

“Sorry, Joy, I’ll catch up with you later,” You hear faintly before his heavy footsteps are rushed, catching up with yours. “Hey-Hey! Where are you going? We’re supposed to meet here. Why didn’t you wait for me?”

You shrug. He’s not happy with that response.

Hand grasping on your shoulder, he halts you in your steps to turn you to face him. As much as you hate to admit it, but you feel this green-eyed monster gnawing on your insides and you’re not a fan of it. “What’s wrong? What did I do? Talk to me.”

“Nothing. I’m busy. You still wanna tutor me later or are you busy making plans with Joy?” You snarl, munching on the pick. Doyoung’s eyes lighten up; he knows the problem now. “Are you jealous?”

“That word isn’t in my dictionary.” It’s a blunt reply, and your unfazed stare is there to support it. “Why would I be jealous of a nice girl like Joy who wants to get with a good boy like you?”

Doyoung likes you, no matter how hard you try to push him away. Your dilemma before was that you always thought a guy like him, so generous, so kind, could never love someone with a charred heart like yours. And yet, here you are, evidently jealous of a girl practically his equal when he’s done nothing but proven to you that you’re the only one he sees.

You want more, and the longer you continue to deny and swallow these feelings, you’re even more desperate to be held by him. In the midst of a tutoring session, you’ve managed to unbutton his cute sky blue dress shirt, unzip his trousers and suddenly his dick is in your mouth.

“We’re supposed to review l-limits,” He stutters over a moan, fingers reaching to comb back your hair. “S-So I told her I couldn’t hang out with her today.”

“Mm,” You hum against the tip, tongue gliding down his shaft. “I heard you the first time.” His thighs tighten when your mouth envelopes down his dick to the base with his head thrown back in the chair of your bedroom. He’s glad that he noticed you take initiative to lock the door today since you often don’t, and the possibility of one of the staff members entering in while sucking on him is kinky but he’s still scared of your brother. 

Doyoung lets out a soft gasp when your tongue swipes over his slit where a pearly bead of precum sits. “S-Shouldn’t we— oh fuck—be reviewing materi—ohh?” He sighs; your hands are everywhere; it’s hard for him to focus on anything when you’re gazing up at him through your pretty long lashes with tinged pink cheeks from his cock hitting the back of your throat. He melts under your touch when you graze over his thighs, claiming the territory that he’s succumbed to you willingly. You kiss the head of his cock and he bucks into it. “We’re reviewing a different kind of material. Have you ever been sucked off by a girl before?”

He shakes his head ‘no’, looking down at you with hooded eyes. With his arousal still in your grip, it twitches, yearning for your attention. You hate to admit it, but you’ve obviously tainted his ‘good boy’ persona with him in your bedroom like this, but Doyoung doesn’t think that. Disheveled hair, mouth gaped open, and sweaty forehead is a view of him you engrain in your memory. 

Doyoung is a good boy, but he has a body of a bad boy. There’s no way that tennis is the reason behind those washboard abs, toned thighs, and built arms. He’s not as muscular in comparison to Johnny, nor his friend Lucas, but Doyoung is gorgeous like this, perfect in your eyes. 

That’s why when you moan around his girth and he sputters, you think he’s got a halo over his head. He’s so pretty, so gorgeous, and you want to see him in all types of forms. Your hand wraps at the base of his dick, mouth wrapping around the red and angry tip, it’s glistening with your saliva as you start pumping him at a pace that leaves his jaw slack, groans bouncing off your bedroom walls. 

“Baby,” He calls out the term of endearment raspily, heart racing and abs tightening. A familiar feeling stirs in his stomach, and he knows he’s about to combust. “I’m about to cum, I need a tissue, I—”

“Cum in my mouth, oppa,” You whisper, quickening your movements but calling him “oppa” is what snaps within him, ropes of cum shooting down your throat along with a string of curses and a breathy moan escapes from his lovely lips. 

“So,” Doyoung begins, fiddling with his fingers anxiously across the lunch table from you. “You called me ‘oppa’ the other day. That was uh… new. You’ve never called me that before.”

Tying your hair up in a bun with a bobby pin between your teeth, his cheeks flush pink at the thought of you giving him a blowjob in your bedroom the other day, his fingers streaking through those luscious locks, and him cuming in your mouth. Popping out the pin, you slide in to push back a short piece of hair. “Yeah, well, there was a reason for it. You know why.”

Doyoung blinks blankly, utterly confused. “I… don’t. W-Why’d you call me oppa?”

“So you wouldn’t get nervous and just let me swallow.”

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[hb-writes]

Tidy Sums

Summary: Sophie Mason (OC) was John Shelby’s first friend and his first kiss. They’d never been in love, not in the way he’d been in love with Martha. Their relationship wasn’t quite so tidy, but that had never stopped them from loving one another in their own way and finding their own happiness in the mayhem. 

Characters: John Shelby and Sophie (OC)

Warnings: canon-content, mention of a sexual relationship, kissing/ touching.

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If Sophie was being honest, and honest was something she usually was, the problem was quite simple. 

The numbers no longer made sense. 

They hadn't for some time now, the figures blurring together with the lines meant to keep each transaction separate, the columns and neat symbols representing the company's wins and losses jumbled in her mind although the tidy sums were somehow still accumulating on the bottom of every page. 

Sophie had been working with the betting shop's books for years now, more familiar with the content of the ledgers than she was with any other book she’d come across—the bible or the latest popular novel she’d taken out from the central library. She supposed the only other pages she knew as well as the ledgers were those of the children’s book John’s kids begged after anytime she sat for them, refusing sleep until they heard a tale from the old, worn tome that was so well-loved it was missing the cover page. Sophie could probably recite the story from memory, but she had no ideas about its proper title, not with the kids referring to it exclusively as “daddy’s story.”

Sophie had worked for the Shelby family in a somewhat official capacity since leaving school almost a decade earlier, but she had had her nose in their books for longer than that, ever since Polly realized the girl had a penchant for numbers. And it was Sophie who encouraged John to get involved with this side of the business when they were only fourteen, convincing him easily enough that the pair of them could get up to the same amount of fun in the betting shop as they got up to out on the lane. It was Sophie who had known, despite what his school records had to say on the matter, that John Shelby was good with numbers. 

But numbers were cleaner, less bloody, less exciting, and certainly more mentally taxing than playing at peaky boy, or at least mentally taxing in a different way. They had to generate their own sources of amusement within the walls of the betting shop. She and John had always been good at sourcing their own amusement though.

Sophie sat back from the books, taking a moment to rub her eyes with the heels of her palms. It was late. Scudboat and the twins had already gone, and John had locked her in when he went home to check on his lot, saying he’d be back to let her out and lock up once he got his kids down for the night. 

That was their routine these days. She’d spend an extra couple of hours each night with the books while John stole an extra couple of hours with his kids before putting them down for bed and coming back to number six to wrap things up for the night.

She startled a bit when John’s hands found her arms, his rough palms pinching and rubbing against the delicate fabric of her shirt. She settled as the warmth of his hands came through her thin sleeves and sunk into her skin, finally leaning her head back to rest against his stomach, tilting her eyes up to him briefly as the left side of her mouth pulled up. 

“Devils went down early tonight,” she said. 

He’d been gone for less than an hour. It was usually twice that before he made his way back and his return was usually accompanied with some sort of complaint about the kids’ behavior, about their refusal to go to sleep or eat the dinner he made them, something Sophie was always quick to remind him was simple coded behavior for them wanting more time with their father and being uncertain of a better way to go about it.

“Finn’s on devil duty for the night.” John shrugged. “Says he’s saving up for something, so he’s eager for the pocket money.”

Sophie hummed, tilting her head back down to the books as she picked up her pen once more. “A little devil put on devil duty,” she mused. “I’m sure that will turn out well.”

“I think you’ll find most of us Shelbys are devils,” John said.

“I don’t...” she started, pausing both her hand and her mouth as John’s fingers traveled up her arm, fingertips slipping across the smooth skin of her exposed collarbone and then her neck as he pushed her hair aside. 

She tried again. “I don’t intend...”

Sophie gulped, stilling for a moment as John’s lips found her neck. A deep breath came from her in a nearly involuntary capacity and her shoulders relaxed back. She was overcome by his slow focus, overcome by the simple way John could tease her. Despite his leisurely wandering, they both knew he was venturing towards the one spot he knew could have her entirely undone, have her forgetting her words and how to properly breathe, obliterating from memory the notion of responsibility and the company books entirely. 

“Don’t intend to what?” John mumbled the words against her skin as she tilted her head, exposing her neck as his fingers wound in her hair. 

“Fuck,” she breathed as his lips found her earlobe, his warm breath melting any remaining resolve as her back arched away from the chair. 

“No, John, stop.” 

John released her from his lips, straightening his back, and turning her face to his with the hand still entwined in her hair, the guidance gentle yet resolute. 

“You really want me to stop?” 

Her skin burned hot and her breaths had started to come a bit quicker, more shallow and less gratifying in meeting her need for air, her need for calm and control and the mysterious power she knew a steady cadence of breaths could hold. Sophie forced herself to deepen her inhale and pause before the exhale, forced herself to calm her racing heart and quell the more instinctual desire stirring inside of her, willing her mind and body to focus...on anything other than John.

“I want,” she started after a barely sufficient cycle of inhales and exhales, reaching up to wrap her hand around John’s forearm, “for you to let me finish these ledgers so your aunt doesn’t issue me a death warrant.” 

John sighed and rolled his eyes at the protest but removed his hand from her hair at the gentle nudge. 

“Or a boot. Or a smack upside the head,” Sophie continued, pulling a hair comb from her desk drawer and initiating some attempt at getting the hair out of her face, “or whatever retribution it is she’s offering us these days.”

“Pol won’t come after you like that,” John said.

“She’s done it before.”

“That woman hit you once, almost fifteen years ago, and we both deserved it that day. Scared the shit out of her playing in the Cut like that.” John rocked on the balls of his feet for a moment, thinking on the whiskey and cigars tucked away in his office before deciding to forgo both vices for now. “Anyway, we’re not kids anymore.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Pretty sure Aunt Polly smacked you upside the head just last week.”

“Well, that’s me, not you,” he said. “She’s got a soft spot for you.”

“All the more reason not to chance it, then. One go around with her was more than enough for me,” she answered, finally succeeding at securing the bulk of her hair up, the loose bits falling back into her face just a few seconds after she tucked them away. 

John laughed as he moved to sit against the desk, crossing his arms across his chest. “Well, what if—”

“No, John. No what-ifs…What-ifs and…” Sophie glanced up at him, regretting it even before she met his mischievous eyes, lamenting the decision as soon as she caught sight of his lips, swollen and reddened from his previous endeavors. “What-ifs and that fucking smirk are what made me fall behind to begin with.”  

John chuckled. “You’re behind because you like doing me more than you like doing the books.”

She sat back in her chair, arms folding across her chest as she looked at John, his body shaking slightly with the laughter he only half-heartedly tried to contain. “You think so?”

“Seems like it. You were very diligent back when you were stepping out with that dim bloke. The one with the sweaty hands?” 

Sophie leaned forward just an inch and John held up a hand. “Now, don’t you go smacking me, too. You can’t dispute it because you told me yourself.” 

“This has nothing to do with Phillip’s sweaty hands,” she said, smirking back at John. “Maybe I’m behind because my boss is a hard ass who has put too much on my plate and not enough on theirs?”

John nodded like he was considering her words. “You know, I wouldn’t let Aunt Pol hear you speaking ill of her like that if I was you.”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “I'm talking about you and you know it. I’m here late every night and you leave early every day to go home to those kids.”

John shrugged. “If you don’t want to be here every night with the books, you’re more than welcome to go mother my lot and make us dinner.”

She frowned as he said it, sighing as his playful demeanor didn’t quite stick, the note of his words far too hopeful and desperate and longing. 

“I don’t want to be a mother, John,” she said. “And you know I’m a shit cook.”

Sophie had made that much clear to him over the last year, both the bit about the mothering and the bit about the cooking. She was good with the kids, and would gladly watch them for a few hours or so when he needed, but she had no desire to raise a hoard of children, or even one child. Not someone else’s, and not one of her own either. She had other aspirations and they didn’t involve being tied to a home and a child, or even to a man. 

“I’m perfectly content being an almost auntie. I’m good with children so long as they go back to their parents when all is said and done.” 

“And the cooking?”

“You really want me cooking for you?”

“No, you’re right. You’re rubbish in a kitchen,” he said before picking up the tube of lipstick set on her desk. “You’re their favorite auntie though,” John continued, fidgeting with the tube as he spoke. The thing went unused nearly every day now that she was working late, passing the bulk of her evenings at the shop with John instead of out at a pub or dance hall, but the thing still sat on her desk just in case, a gentle reminder of the types of nights she used to have. 

“They’re always fucking asking after you,” he said.

Sophie pulled her eyes away from his hands to observe his face. “Well, they take after their father then because you can’t seem to get enough of me either.”

Sophie pushed some strands of hair from her face, only causing more to come loose from the hair comb. She pulled the whole thing out and began twisting her tresses up again as she continued speaking. “Constantly bothering me… keeping me from my work… never ending nonsense and devilment.” 

John snorted and pushed himself off the desk, taking the hair from her hands. 

“What are you doing?” 

Sophie turned towards him and John planted his hands on her shoulders, twisting her so she faced away from him once again.

“Fixing your hair so you can focus on your work, so do us both a favor and sit still,” he said, combing his fingers through her hair to release the knots, the nails of his fingers grazing her scalp as he swept the hair back from her face. 

“That’s not going to help me focus on my work,” she muttered as he began weaving her hair, the ritual a calming one, nostalgic even, reminding her of her youth, reminding her of when she had someone to plait her hair. Sophie hadn’t worn a braid in years. She was skilled at braiding other people’s hair, but she had never learned how to manage her own.

“No?” John asked. “You’ve got two free hands and two working eyes while I’m doing this. No reason you can’t be adding and subtracting right now.” 

She shook her head and John tugged the strands between his fingers tight, eliciting a howl as she reached her hand back. 

“What the hell?”

“Sit still,” John said, smiling into the words as he continued with his work.

“Don’t pull my fucking hair.”

He pulled the strands tight once again, laughter spilling from his lips before she even had a chance to react.

“I told you to sit still. You’re worse than Katie. Never have to tug on her braid more than once to get her to settle.”

Sophie huffed but followed his directive, knowing there was less than a minute left of John’s undertaking, and knowing he would have no qualms about tugging her hair again.  

“Remember how we said we’d get married if we both weren’t married by the time one of us turned twenty-five?”

A part of Sophie wanted to look at him, wanted to turn her head and meet his eye, to see what kind of expression graced his face while he brought up the pact from almost fifteen years ago, a silly agreement made between two kids who knew absolutely nothing of life, but John had told her to sit still, so while she felt his hands still winding in her hair, she did just that. 

“You’re turning twenty-five next month,” he said, finally tying off the braid. John stepped to the side, resuming his seat on her desk.

“You’re very good at that,” she commented.

“Good at what?”

She pulled the braid over her shoulder, admiring its neatness. “The braid. You’ve gotten good. You used to be quite abysmal with it.”

“You taught me well, I guess.” John rolled his eyes. “You had more patience with me than Martha did.”

“Well, could you really blame her? You were a horrible student, all fumbling hands and that fucking cheeky mouth running the whole time for no good reason.”

John smiled. “And you’ve gotten quite good at that,” he said.

“Good at what?” she asked.

“Changing the fucking subject.”

She sighed as she dropped the braid and looked at him. “We’re not getting married, John. Not because of some silly pact and not because your kids need a mother.” 

“What if it’s because we like each other?” he asked, tugging her up to stand between his legs. “What if it’s because we love each other, eh?” 

She chewed on her bottom lip and looked away, fighting only a bit when his hand caught her chin and tilted it towards his face. 

“You do love me, don’t you?”

“You know I do,” she said, “but not like you’re asking. And you don’t love me like that either.” 

“Love is love.”

She shook her head. “We love like friends.”

“Friends love like this?” John glanced down and Sophie’s eyes followed his gaze to see how their bodies were wrapped up together. Her hand had settled on his thigh, his on her hip, with both of their fingers idly caressing clothing seams while they were each thinking of caressing the skin beneath.

“Attraction and romantic love are different things, John.”

Sophie was always saying it, and he liked to argue with her even though he knew it was at least a bit true. John knew they were friends who happened to be physically attracted to one another, and maybe, if he’d never fallen in love with Martha, or maybe if he’d never had kids, or if Sophie had not gotten so close with Martha in the years he’d been away, things could be different, but as it was, Sophie was right and John knew it. Because he didn’t feel about her the same way he’d felt about Martha and she didn’t feel that way about him either.

Their relationship was a combination of friendly care and sexual attraction and the type of love that came from knowing someone for as long as it was possible to know another person who wasn’t truly family, but there wasn’t a true bit of romantic desire between them. 

“And I don’t want to be what you need your woman to be. You and the kids deserve someone who wants that life.”

“And what happens when I find someone who wants that life?”

“What always happens,” she said with a shrug, “we stop this and I catch up on the books.” 

“Is that what you want?”

Sophie was telling the truth, but she hesitated anyway. This was the longest stretch they’d done this, the longest stretch during which she’d not bothered with dates, and if nothing else, it was habit now, their ritual. It was a comfort. But if John found someone he wanted to settle down with, Sophie knew they’d put a stop to things, same as they’d done all those years ago when he fell in love with Martha and same as they’d done earlier this year when she’d decided to go on a few dates with Harvey Johnson or a few months later when she’d agreed to see Phillip Miller a few times.

It hadn’t bothered Sophie when he was with Martha, and though John had teased her about the men she’d chosen to step out with over the last year, he hadn’t seemed too bothered by it either, more concerned with expressing what he’d do to the men if she came out of it hurt. Sophie knew from experience they could simply stop. 

Stop the flirting. 

Stop the kissing and the sex and the nonsensical talk of being anything more than friends. 

They could stop with the rest of it and still be friends.

John wrapped his hand around Sophie’s braid, giving it a small tug to pull her attention back to him.

“Quit pulling my fucking hair.”

“It’s the only thing that ever makes you listen,” he said, tightening his hold a bit. “And I know you like it.” 

“And the only thing that ever makes you listen—” 

John caught her hand before she could reach high enough to smack him upside the head. “I’m listening. Answer the question.” 

“I already told you what I want,” she said, nodding towards the open ledger beside him. “To spare myself a lecture, hell, probably two lectures if Polly decides to let Tom know we’re behind, too. Your brother’s in a right fucking mood lately.” 

“Is that what you want? The end of this?” John asked, glazing over her chastising him about pulling her hair and her concerns about lectures and the hand she’d raised to smack him upside the head. 

Sophie shrugged, pulling her hand loose from his hold and absently rubbing at her wrist as she leaned against his leg. 

“C’mon Soph, I’m being serious.”

She pushed her finger into the corner of John’s frowning mouth, forcing a half smile. “John Shelby doesn’t do serious.” 

John moved her hand away from his face. “I’m doing serious right now.”

“Fine, John. I want to be happy. And I want you and the kids to be happy,” she said, turning towards him straight on and resting both hands on his thighs. “And someday that may mean you have someone to go home to, and those babies won’t be looked after by another baby, but for now, that means we do this whenever we can.

“I have to finish this work first though.” 

Sophie kissed him on the cheek then, squeezing his thighs once before she moved to sit back down, but John caught her at the elbow, holding her there in front of him. 

“What about you?”

She tried to pull out of his grasp, but John only gripped tighter and drew her closer. 

Sophie rolled her eyes. “What about me?”

“I didn’t hear anything about getting you your happiness.” 

“I’m plenty happy, John,” she said. 

He raised an eyebrow.

“You want the truth?”

John nodded, his hands slipping down her arms to hold her hands. She sighed, looking down at their hands entwined there together. 

The truth was Sophie was happy. The truth was she had always been happy with what they were and what they weren’t, content with the sum of things though it was by no means tidy like the lines of the ledger books they spent their days looking over.

“The truth is I think if you don’t let me finish these books I might not know happiness ever again,” she said, slipping her hands from his and stepping out from between his legs.

John pulled her back to him before she could slip into the chair though, reaching his arms around her body and wrapping his legs around hers, trapping her against him. “Well, if that’s the case, we’d better make sure you get your fill of happiness now then, eh?”

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