#When I tell you my jaw hit the floor... BRUH.

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FINAL FANTASY VII: REBIRTH. dev. Square Enix (2024)

#ffgraphics #gamingedit #dailygaming #ffvii rebirth #ffviir spoilers #ffvii rebirth spoilers #rebirth spoilers #tw blood #Cloud Strife #When I tell you my jaw hit the floor... BRUH. #Also sorry this isn't quite as smooth as my typical output with gifs.

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If you ever see 4 Town in pillow fight this is how it mainly goes down 😀

Robaire

For Ro he is quite the fighter! This man is doing his best to hit the others; however, he somehow always ends up tripping over something and falling which gives the members an advantage point to pound him with pillows. He almost almost never misses when it comes to hitting T! Like his aim is impeccable when it comes to T, but it truly irks him when it comes to Z and sometimes Tae but mainly Z! He can never hit that man at all. *sneaks up behind Z and is ready to swing as he thinks “FINALLY”*. *Z quickly turns around and wacks Ro in the face smiling*. “Bruh!!! how the Hell!!?!” Ro and Jess teams up a lot, which scares T when they corner him “hey wait, y’all chill *backing up* NO AHHSNF”

This Is Ro’s face when his attacks on Z doesn’t work

Jesse

When it comes to a pillow fight “old man jesse” is out the door! This man is on a mission! He will hover over someone and beat the shit out of them with the pillow until they tap out! He literally jumped on Tae and said “Hereeess JESSE 😈” It happened to everybody except Z. There is only two people that can truly can get Tae more than once and one of those people is Jesse. Tae might be fast, but Jesse can be a little bit faster surprisingly. Now when it comes to getting hit then old man Jesse is back. He’ll be on a roll when he’s fighting but once he’s hit, he loses it and he gets pounded!  I’m talking on the floor trying to crawl away😂 but he’s pretty good at recovery.

When he is done pounding someone with his pillow he’ll do his signature move by blowing as kiss just to piss whoever off

Aaron T

No, I know It seems like he would be really good in a pillow fight and he can be! Believe me, he’s good when he is in control but he’s also very goofy as we all know, so therefore, he’s not that good😭 he has his moments where he is whacking people left from right but he’s also kind of similar to Jesse so once he gets hit he’s kind of out of it however it’s worst for T because he’ll be laughing too much that he can’t focus to get back up and fight his battles and he’s the main person that gets hit in the face. *giggling and shit while aimlessly swinging hitting no one because he is getting hit by Z and Ro*He’s great at hiding though, so he can make a great sneak attack which gets him some brownie points but for obvious reasons because he is silly, it doesn’t last long. Another though he will use parkour to his advantage! Hell be jumping over couches and tables and shit, he even will roll😂

Remember when I said Jess and Ro will team up? Yeah this is T’s face when that happens😭 it’s also his face when Tae betrays him

Aaron Z

From the hints, I was throwing you already know this man goes untouched! Nobody not even Tae or Jesse  had a chance to hit Z he is too fast!  Not only is he great at dodging other peoples hits, but this man never misses! He is the second person that can get Tae with no problems. I know it seems like he wouldn’t play games like this, but he does and he will take it serious. He wants to win! he is like a ninja. He pulls out so many tricks that leaves the members jaw dropped which gives Z another chance to attack while they’re distracted🥷🏾

Z is the one in the red shoes and the others is the one in the sweatshirt 😂

Taeyoung

He is another ninja, but not as slick as Z! But he will do math and shit in his head to attack 😭 he’ll be like “okay with the way Ro is standing he’ll swing with his right arm, so I’ll lean back to dodge it but swing my right arm at the same time to hit him in the head” he will do all that he can to not get hit, he will crawl under tables and legs so he can attack from behind! Just like Ro, Tae is upset that he can’t ever get Z but mainly because he himself is the king of pillow fights so it pisses him off😂 He is quite the trickster so he will tell T he wants to team up but back stab him 🤣 “I- AH- I thought we frie-AHH”

When Z or Jesse comes after Tae, this is the face he makes

I came up with this idea out of thin air so please enjoy😂😂 (the video I put for z is taking me out🤣)

#4town #4 town #4*town #4townie #4 townie #4town aaron z #4town aaron t #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #4town robaire #4town headcanons #4 town headcanons #4town turning red #turning red 4town #4town imagines

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OOH AL ALSO MAYBE "QUIET" FROM THE ASK GAME??? :3333

bruh i only just saw this- anyway yip!!

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At first, the biggest issue Visceral had with Raverie was his inability to get him to shut the fuck up, especially when he had guests over.

Initially he could just threaten him with a knife and tell him to be quiet, but Raverie quickly learnt what he was doing. He wasn’t an idiot.

Visceral then resorted to gagging him whenever he wasn’t present in the basement. Which worked as intended, thank fuck, and Visceral was grateful for the restored peace and quiet.

However, it also raised the issue of having to remove it each time he tortured him. And as much as it was the only issue, it was a tedious issue. Visceral wanted to hear him scream. Wanted to know that he was damaging this- this thing, this manifestation of the faults that he refused to accept that he even had.

Which was probably the main solution in the first place, but no. Visceral’s pride wouldn’t let him. He’d never admit that.

So eventually, he had to ditch the gag.

“Just- can you be quiet?” He hissed down at Raverie as he threw the gag aside to be forgotten. “You’re not even supposed to exist, so be fucking quiet!”

“O-Okay, I will, I’m.. I’m sorry” Raverie responded. He was just glad he wouldn’t have to suffer through an aching jaw for another night.

This got a sadistic grin from Visceral. “Good lad” He said, before promptly leaving.

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This actually worked, for a few weeks, until he invited Rayan over. Visceral practically never let characters into his domain, but he made exceptions for Rayan.

“Alright, I’m gonna go get us some food, you can look around if you want, to familiarise yourself” Visceral smiled. “Just uh- avoid the basement. No reason, just.. given your past. And all.”

“Oh, okay” Rayan responded, although with a hint of suspicion. It made sense, of course, there was just… something in Visceral’s tone. Something he didn’t quite bring himself to trust. He felt something was off.

So he asked where the toilet was. Visceral promptly answered, then he left. It gave him the perfect excuse to be gone for that bit longer, while he figured out what the fuck was going on here - or if he was just paranoid.

Raverie had memorised Visceral’s footsteps by now, along with his routine and everything, so hearing a new set at an off time threw him for a loop.

“…Hello?” Raverie called. The footsteps paused.

Rayan was a bit startled, at first. It sounded almost like a child, if not an early teen. But Visceral didn’t have any kids… right?

He glanced both ways down the hall, before spotting the stairs at the end of the hall that only seemed to lead downward. Undoubtedly a basement.

He glanced back the way he came again, and then quickly and silently made his way to the basement steps. Already he was hit with the painfully familiar, metallic smell of blood.

This, of course, made him a little worried. He tried the basement door, a simple wooden door with white paint chipping and peeling off left right and centre, and was surprised to find it was unlocked.

That’s when he found Raverie. Probably no older than 14, more or less. Tied to a chair under the basement window, which was less a window and more just a set of evenly spaced, rusted bars.

Not only that, but there was water on the floor that came through the bars, and down the wall. It was always raining in Visceral’s realm, for some reason.

But enough about that, there was just.. a young child, injured and cold, just here, in Visceral’s basement, a man he thought he could trust. Yet looking into the frightened, tentative grey eyes of this child…

He wasn’t so sure.

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A/N: Feel free to rewrite or continue on with! This is very rushed and I am very tired, so not only is it just random word spewing, it is not proofread, so apologies for any errors. Rayan Hyacinth belongs to my lovely mutual @n-h-y-r-v-u-s .

#whump #whump oc #whumper #whumpee #caretaker #rayan hyacinth #friend’s oc #mutual’s oc #my ocs #visceral corlyn #raverie deveraux #ask game

[smittenlilkitten]

i woke up sad today. It’s currently 6:16 am and the dream I had broke me. Shouldn’t have talked about him last night, Cass.

We were at a big church and I saw him at the corner standing, I didn’t bother to say hi because I know in the real realm he has a girlf. But then he came and talked to me. And I talked to him, I forgot what we talked about and he was busy texting his girlf in his phone so I said “uwaaa busy eh texting” then he said “yeah, busy texting my girlfriendss” and I replied “you only got one girlf and it’s R****l.” And then he dropped the bombshell. “Who says I actually love her? I don’t. It’s all a pretend.” My jaw dropped to the floor when I heard this. I was like “no fucking way, I know you love her or else you won’t be with her.” And he said, “You never actually asked me who I like.” And I replied, “ of course I didn’t, cuz I know it’s her 😂

He said, “you know I’m after you and I would date you if you lose a little weight.” At that point I wasn’t angry or being defensive at what he said. I was too stunned to speak because what my friends told me was right. He didn’t actually love her, he was stringing her all along. And he said “imma head back to my seat, I’ll call you from there”

He actually did call me , audio call. And I was like why you calling me when we’re in this big ass place? And he replied, why can’t I ? And I replied okayyy so what’s up? And then he said just looking at you from across here, and I looked up and saw him. It was kinda like a concert we’re in but it’s PnW concert and I was sitting at the very top and near the pole where I can hang my legs outside and sit. And he said careful don’t fall. And I told him whatever, I won’t fall. And then he said for me? Bruh istg I was blushing so hard. And then he said, I won’t stop disturbing you until you’re mine, I want you to wait for me until I leave this bitch. I told him, I don’t want to be the one that breaks their relationship. He said fuck this shit I’m not into her I told you so many times. And I was like , you’re supposed to tell her the truth, don’t leave her wondering what did she do that ruins the relationship.

He said I know and you need to lose few pounds to look sexy and hot , you’re already hot and I wanna swipe your ass across the room and do things with ya. I was mad and upset but at the same time I WAS MADLY BLUSHING. I told him to stfu. He was like I’m right boo and I can make you if you want to. I said Nuh I can do it myself. He says I can’t wait to leave her man, I finally told you after all this time. And I was like “ but it would break her knowing that she loves you so much” and guess what he said?!

“You really know how to reach to the climax, Cassandra” in a very hot voice istg I AM LITERALLY DYING , I replied w-what? And he said you’re so cute when you said what and all innocent, it turns me on. This whole thing is absolutely cringe istg.

At this moment I died , completely. I was like okayyy let’s enjoy this concert and yeah, he said for sureee I’ll talk to you soon. After we hang up I looked up and our eyes met. IT WAS SO ELECTRIFYING HOT. I looked away and found myself smiling like a fool. He was smirking. BITCH THE AUDACITY. the. Sudden realisation hit me, I should’ve been mad that he told me to lose a few pound so that he can date me. But it was too late because I woke up🥹

[luverts]

unexpected - vinnie hacker - part 2

warnings: smut, degrading, praising, unprotected …

vinnie x reader (friends..)

part 1 !!

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“that went so much better than i expected!' nailea squealed as she embraced you in a hug.

you laughed as nai insisted you tell her everything about your night so far, the reason being you hadn't seen her since she and bryce had locked you out on the balcony with vinnie.

ever since, you had surprisingly been with vinnie the entire time. the two of you were back, and bryce was proud of himself for actually doing something useful for once.

the second people saw you two walking down the stairs together, it would be an understatement saying that jaws dropped to the floor.

the entire night, everyone was paying attention to the birthday boy while all of his attention was on you.

it felt good to have your friend back, though things somehow weren’t the same in a... good way?

pretty much, you and vinnie decided to be friends again, but now you were secretly regretting it. you were loving the way he had been treating you, and it felt like all your standards were being matched.

when you first got downstairs, vinnie offered to get you a proper drink, then he asked you to dance, with a smirk on his face.

your arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands rested on your hips as they swayed to the music. you laughed every time vinnie would almost trip, making him give you glares, but he couldn’t help but smile when he heard your giggles.

vinnie was loving every single second with you.

from catching up on the few months missed — and properly introducing you to his parents, this had to be the best birthday ever.

girls around the room now stared at you with envy, watching as vinnie smoothly wrapped him arms around your waist from behind and rested his head on your shoulder.

you slowly moved your body against his to the song that was playing. things were heating up between the two of you when nailea had to pull you away at that second.

nai insisted that you tell her every single detail of your night with vinnie so far.

“i guess i really missed him,” you sighed as you turned to look at vinnie and smilled, noticing him already looking at you and waved.

“i personally think he still likes you,” nai teased, but you made it clear to her that you and vinnie had both decided that you were just going to try to be friends again.

“just friends? totally, totally,” nai teased. “now date already!” “shh, too loud,” you shushed her, but it was too late.

vinnie was now waving you over and called your name from where he stood at the beer pong table.

“go get that dick, sis,” nai laughed and pushed you to go. you playfully flipped her off as you made your way to the grinning boy.

“there’s my girl.” vinnie cheered as you joined him, the nickname making your body tingle. “be my partner?” he asked, referring to beer pong, and you nodded your head without question.

“bruh, i thought you said you liked beer!” “vin, i do!” “so why do you suck at beer pong?! i should’ve partnered with ben!” he joked but that didn’t stop you from playfully hitting the back of his head.

“shut the fuck up, and watch me win.” you nodded your head, and vinnie scoffed. you carefully tossed the ball, landing it in your opponent’s last cup and jumped in the air, hugging vinnie as your opponent chugged it.

“that was actually really fun,” you chuckled, slowly moving your hands down vinnie’s chest.

“yeah, can’t wait to have some more fun with you later,” he whispered in your ear, taking you off guard, and your stomach couldn’t help but flutter.

vinnie grinned when he saw your expression. you forced a grin back as you knew the game he was playing, but you weren’t complaining.

maybe nai was right…

“happy birthday, vinnie! happy birthday to you!”

everyone sang, and that’s when you got the signal from tayler to shove the cake into vinnie’s face.

you laughed, as he pressed his lips together and whipped the icing off of his eyes.

“you’re next,” vinnie mouthed, jokingly pointing at you, as you giggled and shook your head.

guess it wasn’t much of a joke for vinnie though— he caught you off guard by opening his arms wide and wrapped them around you in a big hug.

“noo, fuck you, hacker,” you playfully groaned as he had gotten cake all over you and the pretty dress. you really weren’t looking forward on making another wardrobe change that night.

“don’t worry, baby. lemme help you out.” he suddenly took your hand, leading you back into the house and waved bye to everyone as he did so.

are we leaving… or something? you thought.

it was quiet upstairs. vinnie led you to what looked like the on suite bathroom of the master bedroom, and he told you to sit on the counter.

you jumped onto the counter while vinnie went out to get you both towels and somehow returned with his shirt off.

you raised your brows as he smirked at you and shook your head. vinnie lightly chuckled as he handed you the towel.

you tried to take off as much cake from the dress as you could, but it was no use. you groaned as you had enough of this shit and pulled the dress up and off of your body.

“i knew i was gonna get you out of that dress somehow.” vinnie smirked, licking his lips, as he eyed your undressed body up and down. you could tell that he was trying to turn you on, and oh boy it was working.

but two could play that game.

“oh yeah? did you know about this too?” you gave him a grin before unclasping your black lace bra then tossed it at his face.

vinnie’s jaw dropped as he caught the bra in his hands. he really did not expect that… his bottoms growing tight, and it looked like you made one lucky birthday boy’s night.

you then made your way closer to him and leaned in to whisper in his ear, seductively mumbling, “happy birthday.” then kissed the spot right under. “y/n…”

vinnie’s breath heightened, and his hands snuck down to your waist as you continued to kiss down his jaw. his hands played with the sides of your thong, and his fingers kept on skimming over to your front.

the teasing made you so desperate to feel the actual thing. so, you pulled away from his neck, and vinnie’s face flushed with worry as he wondered why you stopped.

you simply stared into his eyes and let them slowly roam to his lips…

i want this, you thought. i want him.

and without hesitation, vinnie cupped your cheek and smashed your lips together. you immediately kissed back as your hands moved to the back of his neck, and the two of you simultaneously pulled each other closer, deepening the kiss.

not only your lips, but your bodies colliding. his hand that wasn’t on your cheek, trailed down the side of your body and firmly cupped your ass. vinnie stroked then squeezed it, causing you to moan in his mouth. the boy took that as a sign to lead you out of the bathroom and onto the large bed.

the room was dim lighted. vinnie smirked as he stood in front of you and watched as you fell back onto the bed, getting yourself ready for him.

your elbows held you up, as you took in the view of vinnie pulling his shorts down in front of you. you were practically soaked, the second he let his erection free and watched his (not-so) surprisingly, massive dick spring up.

your mouth watered at the sight of him. the birthday boy, and he was all yours.

vinnie slowly leaned forward onto the bed, moving up to you. you teasingly backed up, and he grinned. though vinnie didn’t waste a second before getting on top of you, slowly leaning down to kiss your lips again.

he kissed you passionately, the sexual tension in the room spiking. you shut your legs together, trying to get some sort of relief.

pulling away from his plump lips, soft smiles graced both of your faces. vinnie then bent down and kissed your neck slowly before he started to feverishly suck on your sweet spot. faint moans left your lips as he claimed you as his.

you held your breath as he continued to mark you up. grabbing onto his biceps, you felt his dick rub over your clothed heat as he continuously sucked and kissed all over your neck.

things were heating up quickly and before you know it, vinnie was peppering kisses down you chest. his face was right above your heat, and you could feel his breathe over your barely clothed area. the butterflies in your stomach erupting.

“can i?” he asked, peaking up, as he lifted the straps of your thong. you nodded your head. vinnie grinned and took you off guard by pulling it down your legs with his teeth. then threw it somewhere across the room.

you moved back up on the bed, your back against the head board, and you spread your legs wide, giving him a view of your now glistening cunt.

“so fucking pretty,” vinnie grunted, getting on his knees in front of you, and he spread your legs a little wider himself.

“mm, birthday boy,” you teased as his eyes locked up with yours. vinnie smirked then looked back down at your pussy, letting his thick forefinger run up and down your slit.

you gasped and threw your head back as vinnie fully entered his finger in you. he moved it back and forth, agonizingly slow— though the pleasure was finally building up.

“wanna hear you,” vinnie murmured as he started to slightly pick up the pace. “mmf— just like that, vin.” your walls throbbed around his thick finger as it continued to push through your wetness.

“can’t wait to fuck your pretty pussy, baby,” vinnie pulled his finger out, causing you to whimper when he sucked all your wetness off of it.

“you ready for daddy’s cock?” he jokingly taunted, a smirk on his face that made you bite your lip.

he reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand but froze when he heard you whimper.

“want you to fuck me raw, v.” and you swear you saw his dick throb as you whimpered those words.

vinnie groaned, coming back to you with a grin. you were confused when he extended his hand out to your face but then understood what to do.

“spit,” he muttered, indicating for you to let your saliva drip on his hand. so you did so.

he then used your spit to rub himself up, soft grunts leaving his lip as you watched him slightly pleasure himself. when vinnie was finally ready for you, he pushed your legs even wider and moved to tease your entrance with his tip.

your pussy throbbed, and the two of you threw your heads back and moaned as he finally pushed himself into your needy hole.

“shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunted as he slowly continued to push himself in. “tell me if i’m hurting you, okay?”

you nodded your head again before vinnie pulled out, then swiftly slammed back into your entrance. gasps and moans left both of your lips as you threw your head back, loving this new stretched out feeling.

your eyes shut hard from the feeling of never being so full in your entire life. vinnie bit his lip as he had been dreaming about this moment for so long, and it was already so much better than he expected.

your back fell completely on the bed, but it arched when vinnie grabbed at and wrapped your legs around his torso.

he then bent down, propping his arms up besides your head to hold him up and began slowly but hardly thrusting into you.

you immediately moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours and connected your lips together.

vinnie kissed you feverishly, losing balance on one arm and put full pressure on his other one as he trailed his hand down your body, reaching your clit.

“h-holy shit, vinnie.” you threw your head back and gasped as he started to put pressure on your clit, while his thrusting started to pick up.

“am i making you feel good, whore? you like the way i fuck you, mm?” he grunted, but all you could do was moan loudly as you felt the pleasure increase and throw your head back.

“answer me,” vinnie muttered as he lightly pinched your clit, making your legs slightly jolt. “fuck, yes! oh vinnie, r-right there.” “good little, slut." his pace quickened.

“now, tell me who’s pussy this is, baby.” he started to rub your clit faster, causing you to let out a chain of moans, and vinnie swears that he could get off on those moans solely. “yours, vinnie— f-fuck!”

still pounding into you, he propped his free arm under your head and pecked your lips before he bent down to your chest and started to eagerly suck on your boobs. HAH.

the combined pleasure of vinnie slowly rubbing your clit, and the feeling of your nipple in between his teeth… it made you feel in a state of pure ecstasy.

he pulled up from your breast, panting as he looked down at where your bodies were connecting.

you held onto vinnie’s shoulders, your nails digging into them as the steady pace of him fucking you turned into full on pounding.

you wrapped your legs even tighter around vinnie’s waist, letting him fuck you even harder. his cock kept on making contact with ‘unreachable’ places in you, and the feeling was absolutely euphoric.

“you like that, hmm?” “mm-hm— feels so f-fucking good.” vinnie smirked as he watched you throw your head back, loving the feeling of his dick inside of you.

“gonna cum in this pretty pussy already if you keep on doing that, angel,” he grunted, feeling your walls clench around him again. he wanted to make you finish first though.

your legs were still wrapped around his torso, hands resting on his shoulders and chest.

vinnie’s hands had been all over your body, but now, one held onto the head board while his other one rubbed your clit hastily. whimpers, profanities, and his name, constantly leaving your lips.

“d-don’t stop, oh— fuck!” “finish all over my cock, baby.” “v, i’m s-so close.” you could practically taste your high in the air.

“just like that, y/n. you’re doing fucking amazing. c’mon, baby. finish all over my cock, like the good slut you are,” he groaned huskily in your ear.

the whimpers and moaning of his name returned as you bucked your hips, and your eyes rolled back as your body shook down from one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your entire life.

“good girl,” vinnie playfully smirked as he brought his fingers up to his lips, licking your juices off as he started to switch up the pace to help him finally finish himself.

“cum in me, v,” you whined, still calming down from your own high. “i’m so fucking close, baby. gimme a second,” he groaned, biting down hard on his lip as he let his orgasm build up.

pounding into you, he was eager to reach his high. you were already sore and being overstimulated, but you wanted vinnie to use your body to make him feel as good as he made you feel.

you clenched around him once more, wrapping your loose legs tighter around his body, for the last time. your hands gripped his shoulders, and you moaned his name for him to look at you at eye level.

“cum in me, birthday boy,” you whimpered. his thrusts were getting sloppy, and you could tell how close he was getting.

“this pussy is all yours. forever and always, vinnie. i’m all yours,” you whimpered again— and just like that, his hips stuttered, and his eyes rolled back as he fucked his load deep in you.

“good boy,” you giggled, as he kept the sloppy thrusting going, trying to make his high last longer before he suddenly collapsed on your chest.

“best — birthday — sex — ever,” vinnie panted as he peppered kisses all over your chest. you chuckled as you moved yourself back a little, placing your head on a pillow.

you continued to play with vinnie’s hair and smiled at him as he peaked up at you, noticing the beads of sweat on his forehead. you bit your lip as he flashed you that award winning smirk.

that was without a doubt the best sex you’ve ever had, and you were hoping that this wouldn’t just be a one time thing.

the two of you quickly went to get cleaned up, you peed, and then got back into bed in the same position as before.

“we should do this more often,” vinnie softly chuckled as he brought the bed sheet over his back and wrapped his arms around you. can this boy read minds, or something?

“how does birthday sex on my actual birthday sound?” he raised his brows, and you laughed then leaned down, pecking his lips before you mumbled, “i’m down.”

vinnie grinned, wrapping his arms tighter around you and rested his head on your chest as you continued to play with his hair.

“you know, i missed you a lot. like a lot,” vinnie murmured into your chest and some more heat rose to your cheeks. “mm, really?”

vinnie huskily chuckled, “my mom once caught me staring at one of your insta posts and asked me who you were… i haven’t shut up about you ever since.” “ohh, so that’s why you’re whole family knows who i am,” you teased which made him peak up and give you a playful glare.

you laughed, “shh, i think that’s cute, v.” “mm, you’re cute,” vinnie groaned as he snuggled into your chest. you sighed, noticing that he was drifting off to sleep, and so were you.

“good night, v.” “good night, angel,” he quietly hummed, and you felt yourself drifting off.

when all of a sudden, nai walked into the room.

“y/n? vinnie? are you he— oh shit.”

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#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vhackerr #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie

[ragingbookdragon]

My Dark Knight

A Bruce Wayne x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Explicit Language (I think? I don't fuckin' remember.)

Author's Note: The only cringe I got from this story was the title. It's so fucking cheesy bruh. Enjoy! -Thorne

Bruce was a mystery to her. The longer she dated him, the more she realized the image he projected was a cover, hiding the real man underneath. One time they’d gone on a date to the new escape rooms that had been built in Gotham, and the entire time they’d been inside, she could tell the person she’d gone in with, was not the same person locked in with her. His eyes had narrowed as he scanned the room, sometimes lingering on certain items placed around. She watched him for a moment, then his eyes met hers, and he immediately grinned, eyes losing their hardness, taking on a mirthful appearance. “Find anything to start with?” he’d asked her, then followed up with, “I don’t even know where to start.” She might’ve fallen off the back of a wagon, but it sure as hell wasn’t last night.

She handed him a slip of paper, observing how his mood shifted once more, turning solemn as he read it. It baffled her to no end, wondering why someone like him would become so serious and concerned at times. The image he projected to Gotham was the model of billionaire-playboy, something that he played well; other times he acted goofy, giving Gotham the loveable-goober, they exasperatedly appreciated. But what got to her the most, was how solemn he would become. It would happen at random times, and though she would never admit it, it took her a God awful, embarrassingly long amount of time to realize it occurred when police sirens would sound.

***

They lay on her couch, (Y/N)’s back pressed up against his chest as they stretched their legs out in front of them. A good meal and a few glasses of wine had them cuddled up and laughing about the most random things.

She held the magazine up, showing him the cover. “That’s a good picture of you.” He hummed in amusement, listening as she said, “You’ve got that little half-smirk on your lips.” She turned her head, seeing the same smirk looking back at her. “I like it.”

His eyes filled with mirth as he leaned forward, gently pulling the magazine from her hands. He let it flutter to the floor and (Y/N) let out a small laugh as he started pressing kisses to her cheek and neck. “Bruce Wayne, you’re a scoundrel.” The hum he returned was quiet, but it was an answer to her all the same.

A moment later, his lips had stilled against her skin, pulling her from the moment she was in and causing confusion. “Bruce?” She craned her neck, trying to see him. “Is everything alright?” (Y/N) caught his eyes, seeing him staring silently out the window.

Seconds later, a police cruiser passed by, blue lights blazing as her eyes darted to catch it. Something in his eyes worried her and she rested a hand along his jaw, coercing his gaze to hers. “It’s probably nothing…just plain old, Gotham crime.”

When he finally looked at her, his eyes still carried their sharpness, and while it concerned her, it didn’t truly become understandable until a few days later.

***

She hadn’t met the rest of his children, only Tim from the times she’d visited the office; the two seemed to get along well, their backgrounds being similar, and she developed a mothering fondness for the boy; he didn’t seem to mind being doted on by her either.

(Y/N) stepped through the doors to his office, seeing his son sitting at his desk. “Hi Timmy. You look like you’re having a busy day?”

He glanced up from the laptop, giving her a smile. “Hey Miss (Y/N).” He looked back down. “It’s not too bad…meeting days usually aren’t.” He paused, eyes meeting hers once more. “Are you here for Bruce?”

She nodded, stepping closer to his desk. “He texted saying he was in a meeting and that he’d be done around eleven-thirty.” She gave him an apologetic smile. “Mind if I impose for a few minutes?”

Tim returned her smile in kindness, shaking his head. “Not at all. In fact, I could use your help organizing.”

(Y/N) nodded, moving beside his desk. As she gathered his files, a certain ring binder caught her eye, and she tapped it. “This doesn’t look like the usual files you boys have…what it is?”

Tim glanced at it, voice dropping as he admitted, almost bashfully, “Oh that’s…a personal binder…I forgot I’d brought it here.” He reached over, flipping it open, and (Y/N) took in the sight of hundreds of photos of the Dark Knight and his partners.

She took a seat on the arm of his chair, gazing at them; one photo caught her eye, and she pointed it out. “That one.”

Tim stopped trying to flip the page, looking at the photo. “What about it?”

(Y/N) stared at the image of Batman standing on the ledge. The picture wasn’t as clear as she’d like, and it was a bit far, but she could see a familiar smirk on his face.

Tim’s eyebrows furrowed and he asked, “(Y/N)? Are you okay?”

She blinked, smile appearing on her face as she nodded. “I’m fine…just in thought for a moment.” She gestured to the picture. “Do you think you could make a copy of that for me?”

He nodded, albeit confused, picking up a few of the pages, murmuring, “I’ve got better photos of him in here. Clearer ones.”

(Y/N) shook her head, pointing at the photo. “I want that one.”

Tim shrugged, pulling the photograph from the plastic slip before moving to the printer. A moment later, he took a copy of the photo from the top, handing to her, watching as she folded it and tucked it away in her purse.

“Any reason why it was that photo?”

As she opened her mouth to respond, the door to the office opened, and Bruce appeared in the entry. He smiled at her. “(Y/N).”

She rose from the chair, putting the purse strap on her arm; she glanced down at Tim and whispered, “I’m a big fan of Batman when he doesn’t look like he’s angry at the world.” Tim snorted, and she moved to Bruce, placing a hand on his arm. “Hi Bruce.” The two waved at the teenager before leaving for lunch.

***

A few hours later, she sat on her couch, staring between the photograph and the magazine. Her eyes rested on the photo, then she slowly drug them to the magazine and she sighed, “There’s no way…I’m just imagining this.” Apprehensively, she picked up the marker, moving it to his face on the magazine. “He’s not Batman…he’s not Batman…”

She colored in the top half of his face, then added two ears and breathed, “Oh holy mother of God…He’s the Batman.” (Y/N) held the magazine and photo side by side, disbelief in her gaze as understanding flooded her thoughts. Before she knew it, she was rising from the couch, making her way to the front door.

***

She pulled up to the manor and climbed the steps, knuckles rapping against the door as she waited. The door opened, revealing the butler; he was surprised to see her but quickly recovered. “Miss (Y/N). We weren’t expecting you tonight.”

(Y/N) flashed a smile and responded, “I know…I’m sorry for showing up at late notice but…I need to speak to Bruce.”

He nodded, letting her inside. “Master Bruce is in his room, but you’re welcome to wait in the living room while I fetch him.”

(Y/N) hummed, following him into the room. He left her standing by the couch, his sons sitting there, eyes wide as they looked at her.

She waved at them. “Hi boys…Hi Tim.”

He waved back at her, then his other sons rose from the couch, extending their hands. “Dick Grayson, I’m the oldest.”

She shook it, smiling, then took the other’s hand. “Jason Todd, I’m second oldest.”

(Y/N) dropped his hand, glancing at the younger boy who was glaring at her. “From what Bruce described, you must be Damian.”

He glared at her. “How much is he paying you to be his escort?”

Jason reacted immediately, turning to the boy. “Oi!”

(Y/N) simply smiled and returned, “Probably about as much as he paid your mom to be his.”

Damian’s eyes widened in shock as his mouth went slack, obviously not expecting such a sharp comeback.

She knelt to his height and gently closed his mouth. “You’ll catch flies, sweetheart.” She stood back up, smiling as Bruce walked into the living room.

“(Y/N)? Is everything alright? Did something happen?”

She turned, looking at him. “Uh…sort of?” She paused, then murmured, “Kinda had a lifechanging revelation at my place about twenty minutes ago.” His eyes filled with confusion, then she revealed, “You’re him…you’re Batman, aren’t you?”

The room went silent as her words hit each of them, and she watched the billionaire persona fall away as The Dark Knight appeared. “…How’d you find out?”

(Y/N) swallowed thickly, the weight of his gaze beginning to make her nervous; she wrung her hands, voice quiet. “I didn’t until tonight…with a little help from a photo and a magazine…” She paused, then said, “You’re really him, aren’t you?” She glanced at the boys. “And they’re…them. Nightwing…Red Hood…Red Robin…Robin.”

Her gaze turned back to him. “You guys are the Batfamily.”

Bruce stared at her a moment, then walked past her murmuring, “Follow me.”

She obeyed, walking behind him into the study. Bruce twisted the hands of the clock, then a doorway appeared; he took her hand, leading her down the darkened stairway. When they got to the bottom, he led her to a wall of suits.

They stood in front of it, and she watched his stare turn almost sad as he looked at them. “…I was going to tell you in time.” He glanced over at her. “It looks like you beat me to it.”

(Y/N) looked away, frown crossing her lips as she apologized, “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to take that right from you.”

Bruce’s hand tightened around hers, and she looked back up at him. “You did take that right from me.” He eyed her, that smirk crossing his lips as he quipped, “But I know ways that you can make it up to me.”

(Y/N) huffed in disbelief, letting go of his hand. “You scoundrel.”

His smirk grew as he rounded on her, hands taking hold of her hips. “Oh, I’m not a scoundrel.”

She laughed as he pressed her against the glass suit holder. “You are a scoundrel and if you want me to make it up to you…” (Y/N) pointed to one of the suits. “Let me try that on and I will.”

Bruce chuckled, leaning close, his breath on her lips as he purred, “Where’s the point in that? It’ll just get taken off.”

(Y/N) glanced over at the case, then back to him, and begged, “But I really wanna try the suit on.” She curled her hands in his sweater, pleading with him. “Please Bruce? Just for a couple minutes?”

He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Do you really want to try the suit on?”

(Y/N) nodded fervently, hands patting his chest as she spoke excitedly. “And the belt. I wanna wear the utility belt.”

After watching her for a moment, he relented, and a few minutes later, she stood in the center of the cave, the suit barely fitting on her.

(Y/N) pulled the cowl on, eyes searching the cave until she found him; she grinned, pulling a deep voice as she posed. “I’m Batman.” Bruce let out a deep sigh through his nose and she asked, “How many times have you heard people do that?”

He grunted. “Too many.”

She smiled, walking over to him. “I just want you to know that this is badass, but this thing also weighs a ton.” (Y/N) rested her chin against his chest, staring at him. “You’re very strong, Bruce.”

He stared back at her, countering, “Tell me something I don’t know.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, thumbs sticking under the cowl as she pulled it off; she gently took his hands, caressing the back of them, and murmured, “…I love you.” His eyes widened and she squeezed his hands, reiterating, “I love you, Bruce.”

He seemed to hesitate in his answer, but she didn’t mind, letting go of his hands in favor of wrapping her arms around him. “You don’t have to say it back yet…I know it’s early.” (Y/N) leaned into him, pressing her lips to his cheek. “But I just want you to know that I do…” She pulled away, steel-blue eyes following her as she did.

She waited for him, then he took her hand and muttered, “…I’m not an easy man to understand.”

(Y/N) smiled, gently shaking her head. “I’ve got all the time in the world to understand.”

He swallowed, meeting her eyes. “Most of my time is directed to—” Bruce gestured to the cave. “This…I don’t know if I can offer you what you want.”

(Y/N) brought his hand up to her face, pressing kisses to his palm. “Your love is all I could ever want…my Dark Knight.”

Before he could respond, a scoff sounded by the stairs followed by a voice, griping, “My Dark Knight. How original.”

The two pulled back, and she watched Bruce reach down, plucking something from the utility belt around her waist. He pulled away and chucked it towards the stairs, then a yelp sounded. “That hurt, old man!”

Bruce grinned, wrapping his arms around (Y/N). “Good. I meant for it to.”

Laughter followed, then his sons came into view, and Tim quipped, “So, we’re not lobotomizing her for figuring out our secret?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, but Bruce’s arms tightened around her waist as he denounced, “Not the best joke, Tim.

He pointed finger guns at her. “Sorry (Y/N)…just kidding.”

She let out a laugh that seemed more forced than not. “I would hope so.” (Y/N) cleared her throat, pulling away from Bruce’s arms. “I should probably change out of this now.”

As she took a step, a siren sounded from the Batcomputer, making them look towards it; Bruce looked back at the boys and nodded. “Go.”

Each of them moved, and she waited for them to come back. When they did, the boys passed by, giving waves and smiles (even Damian), until all that remained was her and Bruce. She stared at him, seeing him in his suit up close for the first time.

(Y/N) inhaled deeply, tracing the symbol on his chest. “Well…go save Gotham, Batman.”

A small smile crossed his lips, and he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. As he pulled away, Bruce murmured, “I’ll be back soon.”

She nodded. “Be careful…you and the boys…please.”

Bruce gave a quick nod, then walked off. He got a few feet away, then turned around, gazing at her. “(Y/N)?” She glanced at him and he confessed, “I love you too.”

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Again.

Pairing: Doctor! Yoongi x Patient! Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Crack (??), Ex's, smut

Warning: Swearing, smut (just an old memory)

Synopsis: When Yn is forced to go to the hospital after falling down the stairs of her office. The doctor who was to attend to her was none other than her ex-boyfriend Min Yoongi.

A/n: let me know if you like it! And give me a reblog to support me!!!

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Yn turned over onto her back, her eyes still closed. She wondered silently why her normally soft bed was hard today. With another roll, she landed with a thud on the cold, hard floor, jolting her awake.

When the blinding lights of the room filled her vision, she suddenly regretted opening her eyes. She sat on the floor, rubbing her eyes to clear the sleep from them, oblivious to the drool on her chin. Her eyes opened in confusion when she saw the IV line on her wrist, her gaze following the line, attached to a bottle mounted onto an IV stand.

She sprang to her feet immediately, taking in her surroundings: the IV stand, the white bed, white walls, the hand sanitizer mounted on the wall, the white floor tiles, and the white blinds that kept the sunshine out.

A hospital? She guessed as she took in all the equipment, the machines that beeped every few seconds were a dead giveaway. Is this a private room? She asked herself, trying to find any clue which hospital this was when the door swung open.

Min Yoongi entered the room, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope around his neck. He walked over to her side and encouraged her to take a seat on the bed.

"Where am I?" Despite the fact that she already knew the answer, she inquired. "Take a wild guess," Yoongi replied dryly as he flipped through the papers on his clipboard. Yn racked her brain for the name of the hospital; she was certain she knew which one Yoongi had been working at, but her mind was blank, displaying only a buffering page similar to that of a 2004 Dell laptop.

"Did you really hit your head that hard?"  Yoongi said what he was thinking, a little concerned for her safety. "Do you have a headache? Can you recall what you ate for breakfast or what happened just before you passed out? "He questioned.

"My head hurts a bit, so for breakfast, I had cinnamon crunch with milk, and lunch I had a sandwich. Walking down the stairs is the last thing I recall," She responded. All of her responses matched what her coworkers had told them, leading Yoongi to believe that Yn simply didn't know where he worked and that her head was okay.

He was irritated that Yn had no idea where he worked, but he forced his resentment to the back of his mind before informing her that she was in a private room at Asan Medical Centre in Seoul. "Wait, are you serious?" She yelled as she struggled to get out of bed.

"Yes, seriously," he explained, forcing her back onto the bed "You fell down the stairs in your office and one of your colleagues brought you in; you were unconscious for 5 hours; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you," he added. "Why on earth do you have no idea I work at Asan?"He demanded once he was done briefing her.

"I would have noticed if you hadn't blocked me on all your social media pages," Yn said after some thought. She hisses, reminding him why she was blocked in the first place. "I wouldn't have had to block you if you hadn't started tagging me in those dumb Facebook memes," he retorted as he paging one of the nurses to come to change the IV bag.

"Is there something bothering you? Aside from your head," Yoongi inquired, reaching for his fancy click pen, which Yn had given him in college. "You still use that?" She inquired, her gaze falling on the royal blue color of the pen, the brand name has faded over time. He calmly replied, "I started using it once I got my residence, now answer the question."

To search for any injury, Yn moved her limbs around, starting with her feet. She turned them around to look for any discomfort before moving on to her legs, which were still perfect.  She eventually tested her shoulders and despite her best efforts, winced in pain as she raised her left shoulder.

"Left shoulder, okay. Do you feel nauseous?"  Yn shook her head as Yoongi asked more.

"Any ringing in your ears?"

"Nope"

"Is that gray hair on your head?" Yn interjected, pointing to a few strands at the start of Yoongi's hairline. He dismissed her and instead scribbled a note on his clipboard.

"OK, so you don't have any concussion symptoms, your hearing is good, and you're not feeling dizzy and your eyesight is better than ever before considering the fact that you could pick out my gray hair from that far. We still have some blood work to do and I'm putting you on observation tonight in case any symptom pops up, you're free to go home after that," Yoongi informed.

He reasoned that saying anything else would be unprofessional of him. Heading for the door when, "Yah, why am I in a private room in the first place?" Yn intervened, preventing him from leaving. Yoongi replied, turning around to face her, "I figured it would be more convenient for you."

"Bruh, do you have any idea how broke I am," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her stomach. "I ain't a hotshot doctor to be able to afford a private room in Asan Medical Centre," she sneered. "Who said something about you paying?" asked Yoongi. As he returned to her side. "So, who is going to foot the bill?  You? " She inquired, he nodded, causing her jaw to drop. She was perplexed by his words and asked, "Why would you do that?" "What good is it to be a hotshot doctor?" He shrugged.

The mental picture of a very sleepy and confused Yn, with her hair all tangled up and a tiny spot of drool on her face had made him soft, and there was no stopping his heart from falling head over heels for her all over again as he walked out of the room, the smile he had been battling slowly crept into place...

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Yoongi peeked into Yn's room after his shift, his shoulders slouching from the stress of his job. He had his coat and stethoscope wrapped over his arm, his hair slightly damp from the shower he had taken, his white t-shirt clinging to his body.

When they were dating, one of Yn's 'rules' was that if he wanted to get close to her, he had to shower after returning from the hospital because she hated the scent of antiseptic. With the scent of antiseptic all over her, he wondered how she was doing.

He discovered her in bed, knees drawn up to her stomach, phone in hand, the screen almost brushing her nose as she mindlessly scrolled through Instagram. Her food, which had been left on the side table, had not been touched.

He warned, walking into the room, "You'll go blind if you keep doing that." Yn's head snapped up at his voice but calmed down when she saw who it was. He drew up a stool next to the bed and checked what Yn had received from the hospital. Soup, kimchi, rice, and pickled radishes were served on the side (Yn hated those). "Is the food not to your liking?" Concerned about her dietary habits, he inquired.

"They don't have any salt or spice," she replied as she stowed her phone. Yoongi grimaced after taking a sip of the soup. There was no salt or pepper and was as bland as raw tofu.

"SEE!!" Yn screamed, delighted that she had been proven right, but Yoongi, not one to concede defeat, put on a display. "How come it's so salty?" His face scrunched up in exaggeration as he groaned. "Stop acting, I can see right through you," Yn said, raising an eyebrow to call him out on his nonsense.

"All right, fine, you're right," Yoongi conceded as Yn yanked the sheets off herself and reached for his shoulders. He thought it was strange, but didn't say anything when she gently rubbed the spot near his collar, the tension in his shoulders dissipating as she applied pressure. He'd always thought Yn had magical hands. It felt like a miracle to have her hands on him again, something he had never expected to feel again.

"Can you tell me what I can do to get you to order me a plate of jjajangmyeon?" Yn asked. Yoongi thought, Darn it, I knew it was a trap, but he was too relaxed to say no. As she worked out the knots in his muscles, he melted under Yn's touch. She was no longer connected to the IV, enabling her to freely move about the room.

"I knew you were only in it for food," he chuckled, moving away from her to grab his phone from his coat, "What else did you think I was in it for?" Yn jested, playing along as she massaged his shoulders.

"Only jjajangmyeon?" He questioned, scrolling through the options, Yn looking at the phone from over his shoulder. "Order some side dishes too," she added, Yoongi let out a groan when Yn put pressure on THE SPOT at the back of his shoulder blade, the sound making Yn blush. "Stop that, people will think we're filing a porno," Yn scolded lightheartedly, continuing her ministering.

"I don't think we need to film any more of those, I have a whole collection already," Yoongi teased. His gummy smile showing up when he felt Yn's hand round his throat, threatening to choke him. "I think it's the other way round," he scoffed. His heart going into dangerous territory.

Yoongi remembered the night he had discovered Yn's choking kink, it had been a very eventful night. He had just come back home from the hospital when he had heard moaning coming from his bedroom, he had walked inside, totally unprepared for the breathtaking view that awaited him.

Watching porn wasn't considered cheating by Yoongi as long as Yn showed him what she was watching so he knew what they were getting into. When he walked in on Yn in his rotating chair, her legs spread out on the armrest, touching herself to a film about choking, he was pleasantly surprised. He went up behind her softly and wrapped his fingers around her throat, not putting much pressure. When Yn groaned for him, he felt himself harden in his pants and murmured, "You like that baby."

"Stop imagining it," Yn snapped, pushing away from Yoongi, "How do you expect me to just stop, those were some great moments of my life," he chuckled when his phone rang. It had something to do with the meal. He went to get the dinner by himself, leaving Yn alone.

When he returned with her dinner, he delivered it to her before saying his goodbyes and preparing to leave. "Enjoy your meal and get some sleep," he added as he gathered his belongings. "Where are you going?" Yn inquired. "Home??" Yoongi answered, taking his phone from the table when Yn stopped him. "Did you have dinner?" she asked, opening up the takeout box to reveal a generous serving of jjajangmyeon.

"Not yet, I was planning on getting some on the way," He answered, waiting for Yn to say anything. "Then you should stay and give me some company, it's not like I can finish all this on my own," She mumbled. "You sure?" Yoongi confirmed, taking his place on the chair as Yn grabbed the chopsticks from the bedside table, letting him have the wooden chopsticks that the restaurant provides.

They both dug into the meal, savoring every mouthful. In the otherwise peaceful hospital, just the sound of them slurping their noodles and the beep of the monitors could be heard. The majority of the patients were fast asleep, and those who were awake were taking special precautions to avoid making any noise.

Yn was the one who broke the stillness by inquiring about Holly. He said, licking his lips to get rid of the sauce, "She's good, I got her a ribbon for her ears the other day." He was intrigued about Yn's cranky cat, Buster, who had scratched Holly once. Yoongi's heart dropped to his stomach as Yn replied, "We had to put him down."

Although he was simply a large, sluggish cat who refused to get his butt off the window pane, Buster had been Yn's pride and joy, her support system. "That must have been difficult," Yoongi paused, unsure of how to express his condolences.

"It had to be done; he was in a lot of agony," Yn shrugged, shaking her head to clear her mind. "How are the boys doing?  I haven't seen them since we broke up" Yoongi's six other friends were the subject of Yn's inquiry. He assured her everyone was ok. "You might see Jungkook tomorrow," he said, explaining that he had taken the day off today. "Does Jungkookie work here?" Yn inquired, quite surprised by the information. "Yes, he's an intern trying to get his residence, surprising isn't it," Yoongi admitted.

Yn burped after she finished her dinner, making Yoongi laugh at how cute she looked. Once Yn had freshened up, Yoongi said, "Ok, now that you've finished eating, I'll go home, and YOU'LL go to sleep." "You always leave," Yn remarked, rolling her eyes. The words weighed heavy on his mind as he tucked her in. On his way out, he turned out the light and gave her one last look before walking away.

Yoongi slouched his shoulders again once he was in his car. The words Yn had just said reverberated in his mind. Since he had broken up with Yn, the words "You always leave" had tormented him. He had been in love with her, yet he was the one who had abandoned her. NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND, HE LEFT HER. It was painful to recall the details of their breakup.

Yn crying into his chest, asking why she wasn't enough. Him holding her as fiercely as he could, not knowing if he'd ever get another chance. His cowardice had broken both of them that night. He'd run away from one of the most precious part of his life, and he still regrets it.

They had broken up because of him. Yoongi always believed Yn deserved someone better than him, she was too good for him. She had yelled at him when he had told her that. Saying that it was her who got to decide who was worth her time and affection, and if h really thought h didn't deserve her then maybe he should make himself deserving, she had said that that was the solution for Yoongi's thoughts, breaking up was not the solution, but he was stubborn as a mule, refusing to see how he was destroying both of them and everything they had.

And now here he was, striving to be less of a wimp than he had been all those years before. He remembered how enraged the boys had been when he told them what he'd done. "Have you gone insane?" All Yoongi could do was nod when Jin Hyung asked. Yes, he'd gone nuts, which was why he'd been insane enough to let her go. He had no problem admitting it.

He cruised around the deserted roads, far too late in the evening for anyone to be out. He considered calling Jin hyung for advice, but he opted against it because he assumed he was already in bed. For the rest of the night, he was alone with his thoughts, his mind eating away at him, keeping him awake at night, tossing and turning in bed, contemplating what they could have been if he hadn't been a coward.

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The next morning was the same as any other, the only difference being the speed of Yoongi's car when he was on his way to the office. The usual 60km/h had escalated to 80km/h and he was certainly a little too excited for someone who was going to be at the hospital for the next 18 hours.

He was walking up the corridor to Yn's room after exiting the elevator on the third level when he heard screams. "MOVE, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY PEOPLE!" shouted Yn as Jungkook pushed her wheelchair down the slanted corridor quicker.

What the fuck!!, Yoongi thought as he saw Jungkook climb onto the wheelchair's back supports, watching in horror as the two of them laughed and giggled their way down the corridor at full speed (which wasn't much speed btw), completely disregarding the 'no noise' and 'no running' placards which were stuck to the wall.

He quickly stepped in the way, feeling a little sense of joy watching Jungkook's eyes widen in fright. Bringing the wheelchair to a screeching halt a few inches away from Yoongi. "Good morning, Hyung!!" he said cheerfully as if he hadn't just broken every regulation in the hospital.

"Can you tell me what you're up to?" His gaze fell on Yn, who appeared to be having the time of her life. "Relax, Yoongo-boongo," Yn remarked. Yoongi frowned at the old nickname, which he had pleaded with Yn to abandon.

"This is risky, you know," Yoongi said, "especially since you wounded your shoulder," He added, quick to understand that Jungkook had no idea about Yn's wounded shoulder. "You hurt your shoulder?!?" the younger one screamed. Yn scowled at Yoongi for giving up that knowledge so easily. Yoongi justified himself by saying, "Don't look at me like that, he was going to find out regardless."

"Yes, but you didn't have to tell him so early, now he won't let me have any fun." She whined, Yoongi scoffed at that, "he isn't supposed to make you have 'fun', he'd supposed to take you to get your x-ray done, it's on the first floor."

Yn pouted as Jungkook nodded at the instructions, pushing the wheelchair with Yn still in it towards the elevator. "Without the wheelchair," Yoongi clarified, making Jungkook pout as well, helping Yn out of the wheelchair.

They both sulked like kicked puppies in the elevator and Yoongi could not stand it. "Ok, fine, take the freaking wheelchair, but just be careful." he said, finally giving in. The two of them gave him bright smiles. Yn sat back in the wheelchair just as the elevator door slid open and Jungkook rolled Yn out.

They're fortunate. Yoongi thought to himself as he went about his rounds that Namjoon owned the hospital. While Yn was getting her x-ray, he checked in with his patients. Yn had a good night's sleep and awoke fairly early, according to the nurse in charge of her surveillance. She felt a minor headache, but nothing else was wrong with her. Only the shoulder was a big issue, and they were unable to determine what was causing the pain.

It took 2 hours for Yoongi to check up on all his patients and meet with a few others in the clinic when Jungkook barged into Yoongi's office with an envelope. "Jungkook you can't just barge in like that," Yoongi groaned as he quickly gave the patient their prescription before sending them out. Telling the receptionist to not send any more patients, he turned all his attention to Kook.

"Now, what's wrong?" He asked, spinning in his chair to face the intern. "Noona's reports are here" Jungkook informed, holding out the envelope. "So fast?" Yoongi questioned. It usually took a day or two for the reports and none of the radiologists took Jungkook seriously, dismissing him as just an intern. He found it suspicious that they had given the reports back so early.

"Namjoon hyung was there for an inspection, he got it done when he saw noona," Jungkook said with a cheeky grin. Yoongi nodded at the explanation. Namjoon always had a soft spot for Yn regardless of if Yn and he were together. He pulled out the reports, scanning through them. "Where is Yn now?" He asked, putting the reports back inside. Jungkook informed that Namjoon had taken her to her room, playing along with Yn's wheelchair drama.

Yoongi rolled his eyes at that, but Jungkook didn't miss the quiver of his lips. Jungkook followed Yoongi upstairs to Yn's room, where they found Yn squishing Namjoon's cheeks. Jungkook joined them, laughing, and Yn hastily let Namjoon free. "So, Doctor, what do you have to say?" Yn asked as Namjoon got out of the chair, rubbing his red-tinged cheeks.

"You must slow down with the usage of your shoulder. You appear to be putting a lot of tension on it; fortunately, it's only strain and nothing dangerous." Yoongi said, instructing Yn to apply heat and ice packs to the affected area. "Are you going to issue me a leave sick note?" Yn inquired as she got out of bed.

"Nope, you can go back to work just fine as long as you don't do any heavy lifting," Yoongi said, scribbling something on a piece of paper. "Yah, Yoongi-ah pleaseeeee write me a sick note," Yn pleaded as she searched for the t-shirt she had worn when she had come into the hospital yesterday. "Nope, and are you really going to wear that?" He asked, surprised that Yn hadn't called anyone to come to pick her up.

"Yeah, I need to head home," Yn answered, gathering her things, "Wait, you can't wear that, I have a spare shirt in my office I'll get that," Yoongi said, getting out of the chair while Namjoon and Jungkook exchanged knowing looks.

"We'll get it hyung, don't worry," Jungkook assured, dragging Namjoon with him. The two of them got into the elevator before spilling the tea. "He is SO whipped!" Jungkook exclaimed, pushing the button to go downstairs. "So is she and did you know Yoongi hyung was footing her bill and he got her a private room?" Namjoon asked, amazed at the extent his extremely tsundere hyung was going to for Yn. "He's pretty much in love all over again, and the nurse said that Yoongi hyung spent more than an hour in noona's room," Jungkook informed with a giddy smile.

"Jin hyung NEEDS to know about this," Namjoon exclaimed but made no move to call their hyung, quickly going to Yoongi's office and grabbing the gray FG shirt which was in his locker before going back upstairs.

As soon as the boys returned to the room, Yn grabbed the t-shirt. She hurriedly removed the hospital gown she had been compelled to wear. Yoongi was quick to respond, instantly stepping in front of Yn so the two younger men wouldn't get a glimpse of his lovely ex's exquisite body, and only pulling away once Yn was covered in his shirt.

"You didn't have to do that, I was wearing a tank top beneath," Yn said, tucking the shirt's hem into the jeans she had worn the day before. "For safety reasons," Yoongi shrugged, avoiding eye contact as though it weren't a big concern that he was covering up his ex. Namjoon's sniggering at the entrance went unnoticed.

"Noona how are going home?" Jungkook asked, checking the time realizing it was his lunch break. "I'll take a cab, don't worry," she assured, grabbing her phone and keys from the bedside table. "I'll drop you home, it'll be hard to get a cab at this time over here," Yoongi said, following after her into the hallway as Jungkook and Namjoon watched.

As she approached the elevator, Yn commented, not really trying to stop Yoongi from coming with her, "There's a thing called uber Yoongi, I'm sure I'll catch a cab." "Jesus woman, will you ever accept aid without a fight?" Yoongi moaned as he snatched her wrist and brought her downstairs to get his keys.

"Aish is so stubborn," Yn grumbled as she trailed behind him, her hand slipping into Yoongi's. They didn't seem to be aware that they were holding hands.

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"Jin hyung will be so happy hearing about this," Jungkook exclaimed, watching Yn and Yoongi argue like an old, married couple while holding hands as they went to the hospital parking lot.

"They look cute, 10$ that they get back together by the end of the month," Namjoon bet, moving away from the window of the private room. "Hyung, you literally own the hospital, I'm just a flimsy intern, how could you expect me to pay 10$," Jungkook whined making Namjoon laugh as Yoongi’s car spedmout of the driveway.

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Looking for a Place to Happen 7

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity, some violence and threats, drunkenness, some content not warned.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: This is it for Sam and it will give me a chance to start plotting Frank and Peter’s storylines but no promises on when those will be touched. I’m still sorting through ideas.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 7: It’s a shame to leave this masterpiece

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As you came up to The Asp, you felt better than you had in days. The blend of alcohol in your stomach blurred the old brick buildings of the small town and buffed out the peeling paint of the image of the ancient Queen. The girls giggled behind you in a similar state, ready to celebrate the occasion.

You were the first inside as you stumbled past the man smoking at the doors. He was clothed in leather like any of the others within. You hit the table with your hip as you came into the barroom and kicked it as it wobbled.

“Sup, bitches?” you announced your presence as the other girls entered behind you and laughed raucously at the introduction.

Your eyes met Sam’s as you looked around. He sat with those other men, Bucky tilted his head in disbelief at you and Steve stood as his girl came up to lean on your arm and slur, “let’s put some good music on!”

“Yeah!” the rest of you chimed in unison, “and more drinks!”

“Drinks, drinks, drinks, drinks,” Bucky’s girl and the mechanic chanted as the crossed to the bar and you staggered with the third to the old jukebox.

“Jesus, you got anything made in the last three decades?” you chirped as you heard the scrape of chairs and a low mutter.

“What the fuck is going on?” Bucky demanded and you glanced over as you hit a button.  The disco beat rose as the bartender with the dyed hair poured a line of shots, “you are all drunk.”

“No, we’re ready for a good time!” you sang as you bopped to the beat and Steve’s girl began to wiggle oddly. You supposed that was dancing, power to her.

“You,” Bucky turned on you, “this is your fault--”

“It’s a special night,” Sam stepped up, “they’re having fun.”

“They’re making a scene,” Bucky growled.

“There’s hardy anyone here, or anyone sober enough to care,” Sam rolled his eyes as he smirked at you. You stuck out your tongue and brushed by Bucky as the shot glasses stood ready.

“Some for them,” you jabbed your thumb over your shoulder, “buncha tight asses!”

You lifted a dark brown shot and tried not to spill it as you neared Bucky. He was still scary in your tipsy delight but you didn’t care enough to back off.

“Do it,” you leaned towards him, “chill out, bruh.”

Sam snorted as Steve steadied his girl and spoke quietly as she ignored him and mouthed the words to the Donna Summers song. He was failing to hold her attention as her eyes rounded at the drink in your hand then flitted to the bar as another four were added to the row.

“Really,” the slender dark-haired man leaned an elbow on the bar as he peered down his nose at the mechanic, “this is unseemly.”

“Double for him,” you cried out and grabbed Bucky’s hand to wrap around the shot glass, “consider it an apology from me, boss.”

You patted his shoulder and turned away to near the prim man with his stuffy accent.

“Do you prefer a pint? What do they drink in tight-ass-opia?” you snickered and his brows arched. The mechanic slid a shot towards him and nudged you away with her arm.

“Drink,” she challenged him as she took her own, “you bitch.”

Your mouth fell open at her blatant defiance and Loki’s green eyes flickered as he lifted his chin. The song changed but it was another upbeat melody you recognized. The tall man took the shot from the mechanic and drank it smoothly before carefully setting the glass back down.

“This is a birthday party,” you said, “where’s the cake?”

“Yeah, why didn’t I get a cake?” Steve’s girl shoved him, “that’s bullshit.”

“Sweetie,” he warned and she sidled past him to claim a shot.

“It’s my birthdayyyyy,” she drawled, “I’m doing what I want--” she paused to choke down the shot and turned on him again, “and you’re not my daddy so I’m gonna have fun. You’re welcome to join or fuck off.”

There was a silence as you all stared at the usually soft-spoken woman. She pointed to her empty glass and the bartender. 

“Alright, that’s enough--” Bucky began.

“Hey,” a woman with reddish blonde hair stepped up in a leather jacket, “pour me a shot.”

“Wanda,” he warned.

“Jeez, Buck,” she reached forward to take the newly poured liquor, “they’re right. This place is usually dead. What’s one night?”

“Yeah, one night,” Bucky’s girl intoned, “take the shot, take the shot, take the shot…” She neared him and pushed her finger against the bottom of the shot glass, “just do it.”

He sighed and rolled his shoulders. He knocked it back sharply and cleared his throat.

“You guys are cleaning up the mess,” he muttered.

“You’re gonna help us make it,” she threw her arms up as the jukebox got louder and you looked over as Steve’s girl held her finger down on a button, “hey, I love this song!”

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The night never quite slowed down so you couldn’t say it took a sharp turn. The bar was a frenzy of music and alcohol. You could tell by the pulsing ring in your vision you would feel it the next morning, even if you didn’t remember any of it.

You were enshrined in the glow of your own intoxication as the bar cleared for a moment. There were bodies all over, talking, moving, dancing. You blinked past Sam who was all too eager to join in, an excuse to have his hands all over you. You leaned on him as a ‘whoo’ stabbed your eardrums.

You blinked as Bucky’s girl came clearer. She was on the pool table, writhing around a cue like a stripper. The man who called himself her keeper reached for her ankle and she kicked him away as Wanda cheered her on.

You giggled and looked over at the cushioned bench against the wall behind the table. You were shocked and yet not as the mechanic had her tongue halfway down the baker’s throat. The two girls were locked together in the din of the room. 

Loki sat on the other side of the table but his head lolled back and his long legs were splayed before him. He was likely passed out. Another figure approached and you tried to move past Sam as he clung to you and turned with to look over at the scene.

Steve grabbed the mechanic’s arm and tugged on her but she kept her other hooked around his girl. She yanked away from him and he did it again.

“Get off her,” he snarled.

“Fuck off, dude,” she parted for one second to utter the deterrent before she started at it again, drawn back hungrily by the other woman.

“Let em do it,” Sam called out, “that’s hot as fuck.”

You hushed him and Steve seized the mechanic again. This time he was met by a fist as she came up swinging, leaving his girl against the bench. She caught him in the chest and then the jaw and swiftly looped her arm around his neck as she bent him over. He jabbed at her side and she grunted drunkenly and stomped his foot.

“Hey!” you rushed forward and Sam’s hand fell away as your holler drew the attention of everyone else.

“Eh!” Bucky’s girl hopped down and drunkenly landed with the cue in hand. She pulled it back but was kept from swinging as Bucky followed her towards the scuffle.

You hopped on Steve’s back as the mechanic kept her arm around his neck and his girl came up with senseless eyes. 

“Why are you doing this?” she grumbled, “we were having fun.” She reached out and pulled his hair so he winced, “you’re always on me! Always controlling me!”

“Get off!” Steve grunted as he clawed at the arm around his neck and you tried to pull him off-balance from behind.

A sudden, deafening noise stilled everyone. Steve’s girl slumped back as the cue clattered from the other woman’s grasp and the mechanic released the man in leather as you slid off his back. Sam caught your arm and stilled you as Bucky stood with his gun in hand.

“Enough,” he was drunk himself but mad enough to rage through the alcohol, “enough. Fun is over.”

You all stared at him as he holstered his gun and huffed. The music continued to blare and he stomped over to the jukebox and shut it off.

“Get them out of here!” he barked as he spun back, “you,” he pointed at his girl, “back office. Now.”

Loki was the only one undisturbed as he remained blacked out on the chair. Steve gritted his jaw and snatched up his girl who could barely stand on her own feet. She pouted as he swiped up her coat and shoved it into her arms. He got a curled lip from the mechanic but she let him go.

Sam chuckled under his breath and shook his head as he took your hand, “better pack up… tomorrow’ll be fun.”

You found your coat on the floor and pulled it on as you peeked around Sam. He swayed slightly himself as he leaned a hand on the bar. The mechanic kicked Loki’s chair but he didn’t flinch. She shrugged and left him there, tramping out without looking back. 

Your eyes met Bucky’s as he stopped at the door on the far side of the bar. His eyes met yours as he scowled and you quickly glanced away. You grasped Sam’s arm and hid your fear.

“Let’s go,” you whispered. 

You knew you were in shit again but you were fairly certain, that would never change. You sealed your fate when you walked in that bar the first time.

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You woke up to the harsh glare of sunlight. You shielded your face and groaned as you wriggled under the thick arm across your side. Sam hardly moved as you rolled over and sat up with a wince. There were glimmers of the night before but more pressingly, your stomach boiled and bubbled.

You slid out of bed, eyes half-closed as you made your way to the bathroom. You still had your crop top on and nothing else. You knew he fucked you again but had no recollection of it, nothing but the dullness deep in your core. You flipped open the toilet and leaned on the seat. You heaved until the bile splashed down into the bowl.

You finished spewing out your drunken regrets and rinsed your mouth in the sink. You’d never drank that much before and for the first time, you were feeling it beyond the sunrise. You dragged your feet back into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of pajama pants. 

Sam remained face down on the bed, his thick back moving slightly as he breathed rhythmically into the pillow. You sat on the end of the mattress and rubbed your cheeks. You vaguely remembered an argument and dancing. You knew it didn’t end well.

You were jarred by a knock at your door and moaned at the nail in your skull. You stood as your nan’s voice rose from the other side.

“Girly, you get out here right now,” she hammered on the wood, “you have company.”

You went to the door and opened it just a crack. She leaned her hand on the it and grimaced.

“I know he’s in there, no use hiding,” she snarled, “both of you, downstairs.” She didn’t hang around for your confusion or arguments. She sniffed as she descended the stairs and muttered, “need another smoke.”

You shut the door and turned around as Sam grunted and his lashes fluttered in grogginess. You took his shirt from the floor and flung it at him.

“What’s up?” he asked sleepily as he caught it and turned his legs over the side of the bed. He was completely naked.

“Someone’s here,” you shrugged as you pulled on a hoodie, “she didn’t say.”

“Mmm,” he rose and fished his jeans from the floor.

He buttoned them and followed you to the door. You held onto the railing tight as you made your way down and you peeked into the kitchen curiously as your nan’s cigarette smoke tickled your nose. Your chest knotted as you saw Bucky sitting at the table, his own face lined with tension as he drank from a mug.

“There they are,” you nan frowned, “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Millie,” Bucky raised the hot mug and leaned it against his forehead, “you understand this is… private business.”

“Yeah, yeah, I gotta find that damn cat anyhow,” she retorted harshly, “you make it quick. This is still my house.”

He cleared his throat and waited for her to go. She sucked on her cigarette as she passed you and tutted. She pulled on her jacket and boots and tramped out without another word, the door slamming behind her.

“Sit,” Bucky said.

Sam nudged you and you neared the table and dropped into a chair. Sam went to the counter and poured himself a coffee from the machine. Bucky stared at you as his jaw gritted and he set down his cup.

“It’s clear to me that after last night, Sam has not made things plain to you,” he sent Sam a pointed look as the other man sat, “or maybe you just choose not to understand.”

“What did I do?” you croaked as you longed for a mug of the brew.

“I keep this town in order. Not the club; me.” He ignored your question, “and I am not in the habit of putting up with this type of bullshit.”

“It was just fun--”

“Enough,” he hit the table, “if my lady didn’t like you so much, I would be done with this. Done with you. But out of respect to her and Sam, I will give you one last warning. You get in line or I put you down. You and the old bitch.”

Your skin crawled as you glanced over at Sam. He was sombre and silent, the usual humour completely gone from his face. He nodded at you and then pushed his shoulders back in defeat.

“She’ll behave,” Sam said.

“It’s not just her head if she doesn’t,” Bucky stood, “I like you Sam but you vouched for her. You knew what that meant.”

“She will,” Sam rose as well.

“I’ll see you at The Asp in ten,” Bucky said, “we have business. Real business,” he let out a long breath and looked at you, “just know, the rest of them will be punished too. Just remember, that’s your fault.”

He left without another word and you lowered your chin. You liked the other girls, they were older but they were nice, and it was easy enough to see they were just like you. Trapped and tortured by these men. You were never very good at reading people or a room, but you knew that. You felt it so you saw it in them.

“Well, gotta go,” Sam said, “I’ll be back. We’ll go over everything.”

“Fine,” you replied like a bratty child, “I didn’t… do anything.”

“You won’t do anything,” he girded firmly, “you’re fun but not that fun.”

He retreated upstairs and you got up to pour yourself the last of the pot. You heard the front door and you turned as your nan entered with Pippen slung over her shoulder. She crinkled her nose as she crossed to the counter and leaned beside you.

“That man’s a right ass,” she said, “reminds me of a few back in my day.”

“Mhmm,” you sipped and avoided her gaze guiltily.

“Girly, I know, it’s not your fault. Those men, they always take it too far,” she kept her voice low.

“No, I went down there, I started all this--”

“Whatever you did, it doesn’t warrant this,” she touched your arm, “and those other girls, they didn’t do anything worse than you.”

“Nan, you can’t--”

“All I want you to do is play along,” she said as her jaw clenched, “and tell those girls, they need anything, they come here; a meal, an ear, a place to sleep… and you tell them I dealt with these men before. They don’t change over the years.”

“Nan?” your mouth fell open and you scoffed in disbelief.

“One day,” she raised a finger, “there’ll be a change and those men don’t know what they got comin’. A woman’s best weapon is patience.”

You eyed your nan as she pet Pippin and went to the fridge to pull out the open can of tuna and feed him a shred. He took it from her fingers as she set it on the counter and he hopped off to eat directly from the tin.

“Don’t look so stupid,” she lifted a brow and paused to look up as you heard Sam above, “you got some smartenin’ up to do. A lot.”

END

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Hello! I just saw your blog! Can i request a hc, Akaashi first time meeting Karasuno's manager(reader) and keeps hanging out when their in summer camp. And akaashi realised he liked the reader? 👉👈

This was so cute to write I frickin love Akaashi he’s so pretty??? Like why??

Akaashi’s Crush on the Karasuno Manager 

While Akaashi doesn’t jump off the walls when they hear that Karasuno will be joining in on their training camp, it does make him even more excited to go 

he overheard from some of the players on Nekoma that Karasuno was a team to keep an eye on and He even hears from Kuroo that Karasuno has yet another hot manager but Akaashi just wants to stay focused on trying to get better

He will keep an eye out for you though cause Kuroo hardly ever talks about girls since he’s a big nerd

Before the other teams get there, Fukurodani & Nekoma start playing a practice game for fun just to get warmed up

in the middle of their set, Karasuno shows up and walks over to the side of the gym to start stretching so the practice set pauses so Fukurodani can get a look at the new team

He’s looking at all the players and I’m not saying he’s judging them buttttt he’s judging a tiny bit

“okay there’s a super short dude- oh wait there’s two short guys- oh my god why does that one guy look like a whole ass adult- wow is that her?”

Akaashi has never been known to be as girl crazy as his other teammates but when he spots you across the gym talking to the other players, Akaashi feels his heart skip a beat because holy shit Kuroo was right she’s reallyyyy attractive 

He’s a certified Pretty Boy™ so he can definitely acknowledge when others are pretty too

He’s not the only one though because some of his own teammates are oogly at the girl and it makes Akaashi feel off

“ Oya, see! I told you Karasuno’s manager-”

“ Lets keep playing,” Akaashi insists loudly as he tears his eyes away from your direction

The idea of staring at you from afar because of how pretty you look doesn’t sit well with Akaashi but that doesn’t stop him from making quick glances at you throughout the day

he figures you get hit on a lot and he doesn’t want to seem like a creep but Bokuto convinces him that he should just go over and talk to you because it was creepier if he didn’t say anything at all

Akaashi never takes any advice from Bokuto because duh, it’s always the other way around PLUS Bokuto just figured out that girls had three holes so Akaashi didn’t need his judgement 

the day goes on and Akaashi kinda just uwu’s from afar UNTIL you dropped some of the empty waterbottles along the hallway and he basically sprints over to help you

and when he kneels down beside you, he has to literally stop his jaw from hitting the floor because you’re even prettier in person 

after he helps you, your quick thank you is pretty shortlived since his team needs to play another match but now you’re short circuiting cause bruh this dude is hella attractive 

You guys don’t even see each other until hours later when everyone is eating dinner and all Akaashi wants to do is talk to you again 

So he finally goes up to you after dinner to introduce himself but gets interrupted by some of the Karasuno members

“ I HOPE you’re not trying to make a move on our beloved manager!”

“ If you even LOOK at her I will happily rip your head-”

“ Oh my god would you two stop!” You grab the back of Tanaka and Noya’s shirts and push them aside because while the boys were pretty protective, you weren’t going to let them cockblock you from a handsome prospect 

You happily introduced yourself to Akaashi as if the last fifteen seconds didn’t happen and right away, you compliment how well Akaashi plays cause maybe you had been secretly watching him from afar as well

Akaashi couldn’t even blame you, he had been purposefully playing extra hard, hoping that you would catch at least one good point

Akaashi is a humble man so of course he simply thanks you and he makes the first move by asking if you wanted to find a quiet place to talk for a bit

And your heart kinda drops like cue that tiktok sound ‘are we about to kiss right now’???

So the two of you walk to the outside of the gym and you two find a bench to sit on and in your head, you’re pretty nervous because you had just met him but the conversation flows super well

Akaashi might seem dry but when it comes to holding a conversation with people other than Bokuto, he’s never the type to let it get awkward or silent

You know how he said yall were gonna talk for a bit? Yeahhhh that turned into THREE HOURS

YOU HAD A THREE HOUR CONVERSATION WITH THIS PRETTY BOY™ FROM FUKURODANI AS IF HE WAS A CHILDHOOD FRIEND

Even Akaashi is kinda shocked that you would be willing to talk to him for this long but he didn’t mind because you were super engaged in the conversation which was a response he never usually got with his other teammates

It’s not too hard for Akaashi to open up to people but there’s something about you that makes it so much easier for him to open up and you know some things that he hadn’t even told his close friends

“ So what, are we friends now?”

“ I don’t know, I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for fraternizing with the enemy,” You tease as you nudge him with your shoulder,” How will your teammates react when they find out that you’re staying up late with the opposing teams manager?”

“ They’d be more jealous than mad, that’s for sure.”

Akaashi didn’t even mean to say it outloud but it slipped through his lips so easily and to be frank, it was the truth

He could only imagine everyone else’s reaction when they find out that he had alone time with the manager everyone was practically drooling over

Akaashi doesn’t even get a chance to analyze your reaction because not even a second later, Bokuto opens the gym doors and his eyes widen when he sees him

“ Akaashi! We’ve been looking for you- hey, you’re that manager from Karasuno! Y/N right?”

“ Yeah, that’s me, you must be Bokuto-san, it’s nice to meet you. Akaashi has told me so much about you!”

Bokuto hums as he looks over to Akaashi and sends him a quick wink before turning back to you

“ Really? Because all day all Akaashi could ever talk about was you-”

“ You know what, it’s kinda late, maybe we can continue this conversation tomorrow?” Akaashi suggests as he quickly gets up from his seat and grabs the back of Bokuto’s arm

He’s so embarrassed, he forgets to say goodbye to you and he doesn’t even realize it until he drags Bokuto back to the rooms

“ Why would you do that? Now she thinks I’m obsessed with her!”

“ Wait, so you’re not obsessed with her? But you’ve been talking about her all day?”

“ Well yes, b-but I just met her, are you insane?”

Akaashi shakes of Bokuto and goes straight to bed as he collapses on his pillow face first

Things couldn’t get worse, could they?

OHHHH they got a lot worse

The next day was when the boys were all treated to barbeque 

meat meat meat

Akaashi was sitting down at the steps with Bokuto and some of the players from Nekoma and he was able to hear your name in a few conversations

He didn’t have enough energy to be jealous, especially since the two of you weren’t even dating but when Kuroo started to talk about you, he could feel himself get more annoyed

“ Y/N-chan sure is cute, wouldn’t you say so Akaashi?” Kuroo teased as Akaashi turned to glare at Bokuto as if he was saying “ you rat, why didn’t you keep your mouth shut?”

Bokuto acts innocent but he could slowly see the wheels turning in Akaashi’s mind

Truth be told, Bokuto did tell Kuroo about Akaashi’s crush on you and when Bokuto complained that Akaashi would never make a move, Kuroo was ready to kick things off

Kuroo loves setting people up that’s like his talent ANYWAYS

“ Yeah, she’s cute” is all Akaashi could say as he looked over and saw you laughing with the other managers

Kuroo leaned back and rested his hands against the back of his head,” But wouldn’t you say she’s realllllyy cute? Cause I think she’s reallllyy cute.”

Kenma looked up from his video game console to look at Kuroo before turning his attention back to his game,” Kuroo-”

“ What’s your point? Do you like her or something? Cause I don’t care if you do, go ahead,” Akaashi huffed as he turned his attention back to his plate that he hadn’t even touched yet

Kuroo and Bokuto shared a look like “ ooo he’s getting mad”

Kuroo shrugged and cracked his fingers before getting out of his seat “ alright, only because you’re giving me permission-”

As Kuroo was getting up, Akaashi could feel his chest tighten and he reached out to grab Kuroo’s wrist, stopping him from moving closer

“ Wait- don’t,” Akaashi sighed as he shook his head,” I know what you’re doing. I’ll go up to her just stay here and shut up.”

Kuroo smirked happily as Akaashi put down his plate and made his way over to where you were

You stood over a grill as you helped put some more meat on a first years plate but when you looked up to see Akaashi standing by you, you smiled back at him

“ Oh hey, I was hoping I would see you! I’m sure you’re pretty hungry after kicking our butts in that last match, huh?” You tease and now that he’s actually in front of you, he’s nervous as hell

“ It was a close game but I actually wanted to talk to you about something if it’s okay with you?”

Your heart sank as you were already mentally preparing yourself for him to tell you he had a girlfriend or that he wasn’t looking to be in anything serious

You didn’t want to marry the dude but you really liked being around him and it helped that he was the most gorgeous man to ever walk the planet

“ Well, I was wondering... if you weren’t busy-”

“ ARE YOU ASKING HER AKAASHI!” You both turned your heads towards Bokuto who was now getting a hard slap on the back of his head by Kuroo

Akaashi was going to commit first-degree murder the first chance he got 

You couldn’t help but laugh yet once you saw Akaashi’s flustered expression, you pulled yourself together and let him continue

“ I know we just met but do you think it would be okay if we got to know each other more? I know it’s bad timing with this season but if you’re ever free, I’d love to take you out to dinner.”

Akaashi didn’t even get a response from you just yet but he was already so proud of himself with even asking you without stuttering

Your first reaction was to shut down because you were NOT expecting to already be going on a date with him BUT you would be lying if you said you weren’t interested in him

“ I would love that. Let me give you my number so we can plan something soon,” You said sweetly even though on the inside, you were screeching and doing backflips

Akaashi fumbled with pulling out his phone and once he handed it to you, you both could her some of his teammates whooping with cheers and ‘ooooo’s’

IDK how to end this but I can definitely see Kuroo and Bokuto slapping Akaashi’s back like proud parents while Daichi is definitely praying that Akaashi is a good guy so he doesn’t have to beat up yet another douchebag in your life

And yes, Tanaka and Noya are absolutely crushed - heart been broke so many times

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu!! imagine #haikyuu headcanon #haikyuu!! headcanon #haikyuu hc #haikyuu!! hc #akaashi #akaashi x reader #keiji #keiji akaashi #keiji akaashi x reader #akaashi hc #akaashi headcanon #keiji akaashi headcanon #keiji akaashi hc #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! smut #akaashi x you #keiji akaashi x you #kuroo x reader #kuroo #tetsuro kuroo x reader

[daddyissuesmademe]

Normal || J T

A/N: Okay so I know I was supposed to upload yesterday but long story short, universe said “no❤” Lots of period pain, family issues and minor accident later, I am posting this today. It’s my first time writing any kind of fanfiction content and it had to be smut. LMAO the audacity sheesh. Anyway, this is not good writing.(3/10. would not recommend) but if you do read feel free to point out mistakes and give me more writing tips. I want to write more and I already have a few ideas and plots.

Pairing:  Jason Todd x Reader

Word Count: 2608

Warning: Curse words and filthy sex with a side of feels. bruh Jason Todd tied on a fucking chair. That’s right. YOu know rough stuff and 3 AM horny.

Requested:  yep, sorta tweaked it. Hope you still like it dear anon :)

Summary: Jason Todd wanted to be in this position, tied up and teased. Wanted to be taken care of in his own way that involves dirty talking, chairs, aphrodisiacs and a lot of sex.You are just the person who is going to take care of him ;)

“You do realize that once we do this, there is no going back to normal”

“Baby, there has never been anything normal about us” and with knowing smirk Jason tipped his shot glass filled with sketchy alien aphrodisiacs in your direction and gulped it all at once.

You followed shortly after and everything that followed was blur or rather a bliss, you couldn’t tell. The aphrodisiacs had worked, maybe a little too well.  With the newfound strength, you pushed Jason back in a nearby chair.

“Sit. Stay” you commanded. Fastening the pre-existent chains on the said chair, the urge to rip off not only your own clothes but Jason’s as well was stronger than ever.

You stood in front of him, his eyes raked over your poised body wanting nothing but to touch you and fuck you till you collapsed. You could see the lust in his eyes and you wanted nothing more than to act out all his fantasies but this was about him.

You leaned in and rested your face on his forehead, lips barely touching. He leaned in to close the gap but you stepped back just to be out of his reach. How he’d strain his whole body against the chair to kiss you but you didn’t want that, no. You wanted raw emotion, needy moans and most of all, him.  You held his chin and made him look up at you.

“Let me make you feel good baby.” You whispered in his ear and tugged on his earlobe making him let out a grunt. You pulled away with a smirk on your face climbing onto his lap and wasting no time, you attached lips to his. You were used to this, the rush and aggression that often left you wanting for more.  The way he’d claim your mouth with his tongue and make you feel so weak just like that.  Your hand found its way into his hair and tugged it back making him moan and giving you the time to bite down on his lip.  The other hand started exploring his broad chest which was already straining against the button down he wore. Letting go of each others lips, panting for air you worked on his shirt too aroused to think right, you ripped it open. You spread both your hands on his broad chest and let your hands explore the known scars. Your mouth now attached to his jaw, sucking on his sweet spot making him roll his eyes to the back of his head with soft whimpers. You moved down to his Adam’s apple. Grazing the sensitive skin with your teeth. He was breathing heavy, his gruff voice barley above a whisper. Without wasting a second, you attached your lips to his nipples

You could feel his cock straining against the rough material of his jeans and right onto your pussy.

“Don’t fucking tease me, baby girl” Jason growled and let his head fall back on the head rest of the chair. He loved the feeling of your pussy. No matter where or how it was. He wanted you, all of you.

You lifted your face off his chest to look at your work. Satisfied with wet mess on his right peck.

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” you grinned and started sucking on his collarbone leaving marks.

“Shut up” he managed to mummer out between the wave of pleasure he was experiencing. You could feel him vibrating, leaving his collarbone you trailed your tongue from his neck to cheekbones, your hands held his face as an attempt to resist his movement, your mouth trailed along his sharp features, leaving open mouthed kisses along the left side of his face and stopped right at the corner of his mouth, with such innocence you could only whisper 2 words “Make me.”

Jason felt those two words go right to his cock. Not only he was hard, his cock was throbbing. His dominant side wanted to break the restraints and fuck you on that chair. His hands trembling to feel your body against him so he could hold you down and shove his cock right in your pussy. The thoughts made his cock leak and way you kept grinding down on his hard on made him want it more.

You knew Jason and his alpha nature and also knew that the restraints would not hold him down. But you also knew how badly Jason would want to punish you for being a brat and that’s exactly what you did.

Whilst Jason was in his thought you got up from his lap, already missing the feel of your favourite spot and took a step back from him only to be met by a gorgeous sight.

You let your eyes wonder from top to bottom. Jason was in restraints. His raven hair was matted across his stunning face. You could see the marks you left on his body, going from his chest to collarbone to jaw. His lips, swollen and slightly apart, breathing heavy. His chest was heaving and glistened with sweat and your saliva. But what made you want to throw your control out of the window was his cock. Oh, sweet lord, you could never get used to how big he was and how you loved it when he used your holes, all of them knowing that he hits just the right spots. You could see the wet spot on his dark jeans. His pre cum, and you fucking loved it. He had let you put him in that position because he trusts you to take care of him and that’s what you had planned.

He whined at the lost contact. He was angry. The best kind of angry. The kind where he’d fuck you till you passed out.

“Once I am out of this chair you are going to regret this. I am going to fucking ruin you.” He growled out.

“Oh, I am sure I will.” You winked at him, clearly enjoying the show. You took a few steps back and stumbled on the coffee table. Perfect.

“Eyes on me, Todd” You said in a sultry voice and sat on the edge of the table. You knew his gaze would never leave you but damn he loved when you were vocal.

You slowly removed the t shirt you had been wearing only to show Jason what you’d been wearing under for all this time. It was a red silk set that matched his vigilante colours. The groan that left his body was an approval to you. Adding a bit more to the already sex laden air, you spread your legs. You were wet, cross that, dripping. The red silk had turned dark.

“Fucking hell” Jason swore. “You are dripping” he stated with a teasing voice. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you already are fucking dripping”

“Let’s fix that then, shall we?” with Jason’s head jerked. Finally, he was going to feel you against him but he was wrong and so fucking glad about it. What he saw was mesmerizing, you spread apart your legs and removed your bra letting it fall on the floor. You lightly grazed your nipples and they hardened instantly. Taking both your nipples between your fingers you started pulling and tugging. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back. The fact that Jason was watching made you feel hotter and you absentmindedly started moving your hips to grind down on the coffee table.

Jason was a mess. He was watching you touch yourself like he does, the way your eyes roll into the back of your head and the goose bumps you get under his touch. He wanted you, so badly. He wanted to be the one who put you in the hazy pleasure stage.

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours” His voice boomed through the room and you snapped out of your aroused state. You looked at the glorious needy mess that he was. Instead of replying to his comment you took your hand off your nipple and stuck two fingers in your mouth looking directly into his eyes. You heard him swear softly. The act had done a number on him.

Making sure to never break the eye contact you gently dragged your wet spit covered fingers across your body and stopped right on your pussy. Not being touched and the aphrodisiacs had made you so sensitive that bit down on your lip. You wanted to acknowledge Jason and his desperation to touch himself and you but you were so lost in your own world.

Your muscle memory kicked in, you spread your legs farther, slowly moving your fingers along your clit. The soft whimpers you let out of your mouth made Jason squirm on his chair. Wanting more you slipped the fingers in your dripping pussy. You felt your walls close on your two fingers but they weren’t enough. You started pumping yourself, fucking yourself in front of him, for him. Your body knew what you needed; two fingers became three. You were used to Jason’s cock but your three fingers plummeting in and out of you drove you over the edge and that’s when you felt it.

“FUCK FUCK JASON FUCK” you moaned his name as you felt your walls clench, you pinched your swollen nipples as your breathing got heavier. Just like a rush you let go. Moaning his name in a daze and still fingering your pussy through the first of many orgasms on the night.

Jason watched. He watched you finger yourself like he did, he watched you cum while you moaned his name like a prayer. He has smelled the air, the sweet scent of you making him loose his mind. He was on the verge of sobbing hell. Begging for a taste of you. But he knew if he gave in, you’d keep him there for hours.

“Look what a mess you made” he hissed at the sudden contact. Without a second thought you had taken his swollen tip in your mouth. Jason moaned, and the sounds he made were a melody to your ears. There was no way you could have fit all his 9 inches in your throat but you cleaned him up. Feeling your mouth on him, he started to thrust upwards in your throat but you let him go with a pop.

“You filthy brat, so needy so fucking needy, all it took were three fingers for you cum like that, huh? Like a fucking whore, but that wasn’t enough for you was it? You want more, don’t you?” with each passing word you started coming down from your high and wanting Jason more than ever. “Next time you cum moaning out my name, it better be when I’m fucking you into oblivion.”

You don’t remember walking towards him or undoing his belt but you do remember his cock, how he had cum undone.

He wanted more and seeing you spread out on your knees with strings of saliva and his cum dripping from your swollen lips made his cock twitch.

“I love the sounds you make for me, Babyboy but what I love more is you thinking you are in-charge here” you got off your knees and took off your last piece of clothing.

“I give orders around here honey and I decide how I get you fuck you” and straddled him again, he opened his mouth to retort back at you but you were quick to stuff his pretty mouth with your soaked panties. He moaned at the taste. So obscene, so raw and to add to his overflow to pleasure you started grinding your wet cunt against him. Your hole was so wet a proper angle would have had you impaled on his cock.

“Such pretty noises put a pornstar to shame Jason.” With very word you kept grinding on him, harder and faster.

“You know what I want Jason?” you looked him in the eye with lust and need “I want you to stretch me out, until I can’t take it anymore. I want you to fuck me like you hate me” He couldn’t take it anymore, he was babbling with your panties in his mouth, he thrusted into you, at least he tried to. A few tears slipped as he knew you had the control.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full Jay, you want to cum, don’t you? You want me to take care you, right baby?” You cooed at him. One last time before you’d your control slip.

He nodded at you with his eyes brimming with tears and he shook beneath you.

“Mine”

You let go. Raising yourself and lining your dripping cunt with his still hard cock, you slammed onto him. The impact was a bliss, both of you were moaning. He felt so good, so big inside you. You loved how he stretched you out so nice. Jason fucking sent it. He was on cloud 9. Never had he ever came in his pants and never he thought he could cum this fast but the way you arched your back and gave a full display of your sweaty tits, oh how he wanted to suck on them and he did. With your panties still in his mouth he tasted your hard and swollen nipple mixed with your juices.

His mouth on yours made you weak and the way you called out his name and how he was so desperate for you made you bounce harder on him. You were both so overstimulated and wanted a release,

“Such a good boy for me, hMPH FUCK” Your hands in his hair pushing him into your chest. “So close fuck Jason what a fucking sight” words didn’t make sense to you. All you knew was how fucked out Jason looked under you and how you were going to cum. And you body followed right after as you let your second orgasm take over and fell apart right on his cock still inside your pussy.

You felt the aphrodisiatic high leave your body but Jason wasn’t done. He fucked you through your orgasm. He felt your body go limp and fucking went for it. Thrusting upward into your gripping pussy that as spread over him. He was going to break you into two. You knew it. He knew it. Putting your hands on his shoulder for support you let him torture your leaky cunt.

“fuck fuck fuck “you swore with each thrust “Just like that fuck, yes Jason. oh fuck, fuck.” His thrusts stronger than ever and his cock pulsing, waiting to release. You were sure his cock was messing with your brain because the only words you could say were “fuck” “Jason” and “harder” he was close and your words were an encouragement to him.

“Cum inside me. Fucking shit Jason, fill me up” you screamed one last time and he did, like a good boy he had cum for you.

You were both panting, the aphrodisiacs out of your systems were overtaken by soreness and tired.

You were resting your head shoulder and he was resting his on yours. You used your whatsoever left energy to unchain Jason and he immediately put his hands on your hips, feeling you up and down. You were both breathing heavily and on the verge of passing out on that same chair.  Yet you were still trying to come off the roller coaster and get normal.

But then you remembered, nothing has ever been normal with you and with that last thought on your sound mind, you drifted to a peaceful slumber.

#jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader smut #nfsw jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood smut #jason todd one shot #dc

[bopbopstyles]

hey! can you write something about a kink of asking harry to hit you in the face? just asking him to slap your face and then he calls you a whore i know i'm weird. thank you so much :)

u are not weird!!! this is a common kink that when done consensually is 100% okay imo :) kinksame, bruh. i have not personally done this tho, so my response to this is going to based entirely off of my imagination. enjoy!

also i was mid-way through writing this and saw this gif which i’ve incorporated so enjoy.

warning: face slapping, slight degradation (consensual)

You couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

The idea had started when you were at a girl’s night with your best friends and someone brought up fantasies. One of your other friends mentions face slapping, and suddenly the thought wouldn’t leave your mind. 

It wasn’t like your sex life with Harry wasn’t good, either. You two experimented a bit in the bedroom, but your boyfriend was such a softie that anything too harsh had him hesitating. When he’d slapped your ass for the first time, he’d asked you three times if you were okay before doing it again. So you knew if it wasn’t going to happen (which you desperately wanted it to) if would have to be on your suggestion. 

You had been horny all fucking day. Harry had been in conference call after conference call, but you had a day off (a “skeleton day” you boss called it, where work was optional, and you never worked if you didn’t have to). Usually on days like these you took advantage of Harry being less busy than you, and would end up in and out of bed all day. But today, he paid you very little attention and you were about to go into your bedroom and take care of it yourself. 

When the clock struck five o’clock you decided enough was enough. You knew how to make Harry pay attention to you, how to press all of his buttons, how to get him horny in under ten seconds. So, you went into your shared bedroom and stripped off all your clothes and replaced you regular bra and underwear with a lacy black set he’d bought you that left very little to the imagination. Then, you went into the closet and picked through the shirts on his side, before settling on a light blue silk button down that would bring out the blue in your eyes. You pulled it on, leaving it unbuttoned except for one in the middle of your stomach and tugged your hair from its bun.

You wanted to have some fun tonight, and Harry was going to give it to you. 

He was still in his office, but you didn’t hear the sound of his voice, instead just the click of computer keys. You pushed open the door which was ajar, and stepped into the room, drawing Harry’s eyes up to you. 

His Adam’s apple bobbed--you could see it from where you stood--as he took in your appearance. Then, in a gravely voice he said, “’s that my shirt?”

“It is.” You took steps towards him, keeping his eyes on yours while you moved. “Was hoping you could take it off.”

“Fuck,” he breathed as you rounded the corner of his desk, stopping a pace away from him. “Yeah, I can do that, love.”

His hands reached out and you closed the distance, so they rested on the skin of your hips. His fingers pressed in a bit harshly, the cold of his rings singing your flushed skin and you loved it. He crept up your torso, the callused pads of his fingers brushing over you as he reached the button. When he popped it, the shirt fell open, the lace over your breasts coming into to full view. 

A low groan left Harry’s mouth as he took in the sight in front of him. “Didn’t pay any attention to you today, ‘s that it? That why I’m gettin’ such a treat?”

You brushed at his jaw, looking down at the harsh lines of his face. “I’ve been waiting all day,” you whispered and Harry gulped at your words. “Nearly soaked through my underwear at the thought of you.”

That had Harry standing up and pulling you up, your legs fitting around his waist as he carried you out of his office. Your lips pulled and prodded at the tender skin of his neck, nipping and drawing moans from him as you worked a bruise onto the side of neck, the one on the side you slept on so you could wake up in the morning and it be the first thing you saw. He was holding your hips so tightly you wondered if there’d be an imprint of his hand afterwards, but you didn’t mind. 

Kind of liked it, actually. 

He kicked open the door to your room and dropped you to the bed, the duvet puffing up around you. “You,” he said between harsh kisses to your lips, “are going to be,” you moaned when his fingers pushed at your bra strap, “the death of me.”

His shirt was pooling at your wrists, and your chest was rising and falling under his touch. You knew this is when you had to mention what you wanted, otherwise you would be far too gone to have this conversation with him. “H,” you said, drawing his eyes from your chest to your face. “I want to try something.”

His eyebrows quirked. “Okay.”

“I want you to slap me.”

“Your ass? Already do that.” He leaned back in to kiss you, but you pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him.

“My face.”

Your words fell like bricks in the quiet room. His eyes widened and you could see his body still at the prospect of what you wanted. “What?”

“I want you to slap my face,” you said and each time you said it you were more sure it was what you wanted. 

But Harry was conflicted, you could see it written all over his face. “Y/N, I don’t know...”

“Want you to,” you said again, brushing at his chest delicately. “But if you don’t feel comfortable with it, we don’t have to. I know it’s a lot.”

Harry’s eyes flickered across your face, considering the idea. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

You softened, a small smile forming on your lips. “You won’t. And I’ll tell you if it’s too much--promise.”

His fingers brushed across the smooth skin of your cheek, a loving touch you leaned into. “Okay,” he finally said. “But I need you to communicate with me? Tell me if you want more or less, all that.”

You nodded. But there was one more thing, one more thing that had been floating around in your head. “There’s one more thing.” Harry’s chin dipped, encouraging you to speak. “Can you call me names?”

His head quirked to the side. “Names?”

“Like...mean names.”

That same sharp exhale as before fell between you. "Mean names? Like what?”

He was going to make you spell it out, wasn’t he? “Whore.” You could feel a blush rising on your cheeks as the word left your mouth. 

You watched as Harry gnawed on his bottom lip, considering the request. But then, he nodded, ever so slightly. “I’ll do it,” he said, “but I want you to know that I don’t mean it outside of this scenario. Okay? You hear me?” You nodded, and Harry brushed at your cheeks again. “Any other requests?”

“You’ve got too many clothes on.”

That had Harry laughing, breaking the tension between you. “Well, I can take care of that.” He tugged at the buttons that secured his long-sleeved button down around his wrists, unfastening them. You watched and honestly, it was really fucking hot. When he slipped the shirt off, your hands were on him immediately, running over his exposed skin. Then he pushed off his pants, leaving him in just his underwear in front of him. “Better?”

“Much.” You crawled back on the bed, leaving the shirt of his you were wearing on the floor next to his pile of clothes. Harry followed you, tugging at your ankle when you got too far away, a yelp drawing from your chest that had you both laughing. You adored this part about sex with Harry--it was filled with moments like these that made you love him even more. 

He pushed your legs up and fit his hips between then, his dick resting innocently against your clothed center, and let your legs fall to either side of him. He was resting on his ankles, lips pink from kissing you, eyes blown out in desire as he took in the sight of you, barely clothed, sprawled out in front of him. Fucking goddess, you were, and he told you. “You want me to tell you before I do it?” He asked, fingers running circles over your thighs. 

You considered his words. “No, surprise me.”

Harry nodded, and then he was bending at the waist, licking over your nipples, the wet of his saliva soaking through the lace on your chest. Your breath heaved in your chest, desperate for more, anything more he would give you. “H, please.” He peeked up at you and knew what you wanted immediately. 

He reached behind your chest, hands smushed between your back and the bed, and unclasped your bra, tossing the material to the side without a care in the world. Then, he tugged your underwear and you lifted your legs up so he could pull them off. When he shifted, his dick nudged against you, the only thing between you being his boxers. And it was torture. You moaned wantonly, unable to contain yourself, and pulled at his arms wanting him closer. 

He met your lips with passion, drawing and pulling at your lips as he ground his hips into yours. You could feel him rock hard and you knew your wetness was all over his boxers. But all you could think was when was he going to do it? The anticipation was killing you. 

“Dripping for me,” he mumbled into your skin, his voice dropping an octave as he nipped at your bottom lip. “Feel that, baby? Goin’ to make me cum in my boxers.”

“H,” you panted, gripping his torso. You needed more, anything he could give you. 

He pulled away, and you had only met his eyes with yours when you felt the impact on your cheek. You realized he hadn’t taken off his rings, and you could feel the cut of them on your skin, the impact of metal on your face sending shock waves through you. 

And then, his words dripped into the space between you. “Squirming like a little whore underneath me, hmm? Want me to fuck you?” 

Your mind was a mess. Your breath was coming in pants, trying to absorb everything that was happening, the pain that had softened on your skin that had you pushing your face into his hand, desperate for more. His words made you buck your hips up, as if to say, Yes, please, yes. 

He bent towards you, and whispered in your ear, “’s that okay, angel?”

Checking in on you. Your sweet, sweet love. “Yeah,” you said, “felt good.”

“Want another?”

“Please.”

Harry wasted no time, delivered another sharp smack to your cheek. It wasn’t hard, not too intense where your head snapped to the side or anything. But it was enough to leave a sting, enough for you to moan his name and pull at his neck, reconnecting your lips. You wondered what your skin looked like, if it was red, if you could see the outlines of his rings. Kind of liked the idea, if you were being honest. 

“Fuck me,” you begged when he licked at your neck. “Please.”

He sucked at the juncture of your jaw and neck and you gasped, putty in his hands. “Yeah? My little whore wants me to fuck her?” You nodded, hands clenching in his hair. With a searing kiss to your lips, he pulled away. “Okay, baby.”

He turned, pushing his boxer briefs down and off his legs, before returning to you on the bed. Your legs moved to rest on etiher side of his hips, finding a home hooked around his beck. He didn’t waste any time--he pushed straight into you, burying himself to the hilt inside of you.

You both groaned from the feeling, your wetness making the slide easy. Harry’s head hung as he tried to hold himself together, and you couldn’t help yourself--you swiveled your hips up, wanting more. “Uh-huh,” he said though, holding your hips to the bed with his hand. “None of that. Goin’ to take what I give you, yeah?”

Your chin dipped, nodding fervently. You would do anything for him. And then he pulled out and back in, your walls gripping him tightly. Fingernails dug into his shoulders as you panted his name, curses falling from your lips without abandon. That’s when he let go, snapping his hips to yours in a fast rhythm, letting both of you chase your releases. You were close already, the foreplay leaving you squirming on the bed. 

Sweat dripped down both of your bodies as Harry pushed in and out of you, your legs shaking on his hips. His hand that wasn’t holding your hips down rested at the side of your head to hold his body up, and you watched in fascination as his muscles rippled under his skin, his biceps and shoulders tense and release with the movement of his hips. 

All you could hear were the noises between you, his hips hitting yours, the bed creaking, your wetness squelching between you, but you didn’t care in the slightest. It was the sound of you, the sound of him loving you in every way. “H,” you mumbled, hooking your arms around his neck. “Want you to come with me.”

As much as you were putty for him, he was wrapped around your finger in every shape and form. The foreplay you’d requested was surprisingly something he enjoyed, but it was all for you--he would do anything you asked. So when you requested him to come with you, it was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from.  “You goin’ to come for me, baby?”

The roughness of his words from before were gone, but you didn’t mind. You loved his tender petnames, the way his head sagged and he kissed at your breasts, leaving marks you’d prod at tomorrow and remember with a smile. 

“Come for me,” he begged, pistoning in and out of you with a a fervor. “Need it. I want to come with you, but need to feel you. Can you do that for me?” He was mumbling words without even processing what they were, his mind on fire. “Can you come for me? Promise I’ll come too. Fuck, I promise. love.” 

He fell to his elbow, chest pressed against yours as he kissed you. The closeness is what pushed you over the edge, the. desperation in his voice. You were clawing at his back, gasping his name, walls clenching tight around him as you came. The feeling of you around him had his hips stuttering, with one more push and then he was coming inside of you, shaking as he collapsed fully onto your body. 

Both of you gasped for breath, pulling in air as you fell from your highs. He stayed inside of you, both loving the feeling of closeness it provided. You scratched at his scalp and then down his spine, calming him and he did the same to your arms. You were both touch-starved people and needed the same thing after sex--soft brushes of skin, simple kisses, just a minute or two to gather yourselves. 

When you had, his head lifted to look at you. “How was that?” 

He was checking in, making sure he had done what you asked and not too much. His eyes were warm, full of adoration. “Perfect,” you told him, pushing at a curl on his forehead. “Did you like it?”

His elbows pushed him up so he could hover over your face. “Yeah, actually.” 

You smiled. “Guess we’ll have to do it every once and a while, then.”

He nudged at your jaw and pressed an open mouthed kiss there, smacking against your skin. “Good thing you’re so damn demanding, huh?”

You laughed, pushing at his head, and he quirked at smile at you, eyes as wild as yours. You two were made for each, you thought as you looked at him. Perfectly designed. 

wow this became long really fast

hope you liked it, anon!!!!!

#concept night #good FUCKIN this was hot #loved writing it???? #pls do not come at me for this #xoxo #anon #answered

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Vacation | Colson Baker

Warnings? Drunk Colson? Swearing? 

Requested? Nah I was bored on vacation 

Summary: You and Colson head to the east coast for vacation together. While there, he ends up confessing his feelings in a embarrassing way for the two of you. 

Word Count: 2,126

“Are you ready to go to Portland!!!” Colson yells running into your room and collapsing onto your bed. You laugh as he rolls over and his long hair falls into his face which he tries to push out of the way by blowing air up. 

“Yes sir!” You cheer and Colson laughs as you sit up and nod in affirmation at him. He takes a second to look around your room and sees your empty suitcase. 

“Bruh,” he whines and you start to giggle. 

“Okay okay I still need to pack but I’ll be ready by morning!” you insist and Colson rolls his eyes. 

“Come on!” he says standing up and dragging you up with him. 

You and Colson were headed to Portland Maine for a getaway from the fast city life. You had suggested the idea of a getaway for a while now and then eventually planned it all, down to the destination, hotels, and practically the minute you’d be leaving LA. So, for Colson to see you slacking on your packing the night before the trip was funny to you. 

“Okay,” he says standing in front of your closet. 

You and Colson have been friends for years now. You met at his concert a few years back, somehow sneaking your way backstage with a friend who was a huge fan of him. She had started kinda freaking out upon seeing his friends around back and got herself kicked out but you ran straight into Colson. 

You somehow managed to play the whole thing off, not coming off as a crazy fan and Colson and you ended up talking until security realized you weren’t supposed to be there. Thankfully, Colson vouched for you being there and you got to talk longer until you did have to leave and exchanged numbers to hopefully hang out again. 

You ended up getting closer over the years and now you’ve even decided to vacation together and hideaway from paparazzi for a while and of course have fun and make some memories. 

You grew up on the east coast and for years your father talked about visiting Maine but between other destinations, school, and work, your family never got around to it. You always loved the idea of the Atlantic ocean, going whale watching, eating lobster, relaxing on the beach, the whole nine yards. 

So, when you had suggested the idea of a vacation and Colson agreed, you started thinking of a list of places to go. After picking Portland, everything else was a breeze. 

“Okay, you’ll need a dress for a night out,” Colson says grabbing your favorite black dress and throwing it on your bed. 

“Jeans for running around,” he continues grabbing a few pairs of jeans along with shorts. 

He continues grabbing shirts, your usual pajamas which were just a merch shirt and shorts, and any other necessities he thought you probably needed. Kells turns back to your bed, counts the clothes making sure he grabbed enough and turns to you. 

“See why would I pack if you could just do it for me?” you ask and Col rolls his eyes and shoves you slightly. 

“Finish packing! I’ll see you in the morning!” 

When Colson shuts your door, you realize you’re grinning at his retreating form and try to stop out of habit. You turn back to your clothes and suitcase and start packing just as he told you to. 

The next morning, you wake up to the sun just barely hitting the horizon. You groan as you sit up, and check the time to see it’s five am. You get up, slowly getting dressed, and gather the little things around your room to stuff into your purse before checking on Colson. 

You walk to his room, leaving your suitcase outside and stepping in. You notice all of his lights are off and he’s still dead asleep causing you to sigh in annoyance. You flip on the light and watch as he flinches. 

“Col,” you call quietly and the older boy moves a little but just turns away from you. 

“Colson!” you call out and he groans and cracks an eye open at you. “Get up,” you say sitting on his bed and shaking his shoulder. 

“I thought you said we’re leaving at 8?” he groans. 

“Yeah, 8 east coast time.” 

He groans and you giggle lightly before grabbing his arm and pulling him up. He falls out of bed and you tell him you’ll be downstairs waiting and will come to get him in the next five minutes if he’s not down here. Thankfully, the rapper makes it downstairs with a minute or so to spare and you’re both off to Portland. 

By the time you’ve landed, the jet lag is starting to get to both you and Colson and you decide to head straight for your hotel before figuring out what to do for dinner or the rest of the day. 

“So, you will be in room 411 and you’re in room 506,” the concierge says handing you and kells your room keys. 

“Wait we’re not on the same floor?” you ask confused. 

“No ma’am. I’m sorry we couldn’t get you on the same floor.” 

“It’s all good we can always just share rooms at some point,” Colson suggests and you nod. 

You both head to your rooms and get settled. You drop your suitcase on your bed before wandering around the room to your window to see the view. You gasp when you swing open the curtains, a perfect view of the bay displayed in front of you. 

Just as you turn away from it, you get a text from Colson. You open it and see him telling you to put on the dress he packed for you and to wait for him to come to your room. You roll your eyes but throw your phone down and get ready regardless. 

Just as you’re running a brush through your hair and trying to pin it up, there’s a knock on your hotel door. You rush over, opening it to Colson in a black blazer, a white button-down half unbuttoned to show the tattoos you love, and black dress pants. 

“Holy shit,” he breathes out and you realize he’s staring directly at you and the dress you had put on. A blush covers your cheek and floods down your neck as you smile wide at the boy standing in front of you. 

“You gonna pick up your jaw and come inside or what?” you ask holding the door open and now it’s his turn to blush. 

Colson steps inside and you walk back over to the mirror to finish putting your hair up. When it sits in a nice half up half down style, you turn around to face your best friend. 

“Ready to go?” 

The two of you decide to walk to the restaurant Colson picked, an outdoor seated restaurant in the heart of Portland. As you walk the two of you admire the city around you, the views, the buildings, the people, everything. 

“I think I’m gonna move here,” you say when you’re about halfway there. 

“And leave me?” he asks and you smile. 

“In a heartbeat.” 

He fakes pain at this, clutching his heart dramatically and you laugh loudly as he straightens again.

When you get to the restaurant, the place is beautifully decorated with fairy lights and the table is facing the bay. Colson pulls your chair out for you as you sit and your heart is practically bursting with half butterflies and half happiness. 

“The album release is soon,” you start after you both order dinner. “Are you excited? Sad? Relieved?” 

“All of the above?” he answers taking a sip of his drink. “This album is kind of like my baby. I’m nervous for fans to hear it but I love it so much that I don’t care if no one likes it. I love it.” 

“I’ll always love it,” you say, placing your hand over his and he smiles widely at you. 

The rest of the dinner is like a fairytale, you and Colson talking about life, the rest of the vacation, and the food of course is amazing. As you walk back to the room, you take your time wanting to enjoy this time. 

“It really is gorgeous,” you say looking at the bay. 

“It is,” Colson agrees but you can’t see that he’s not looking at the bay.

You turn and look at him, offering a smile regardless and continue walking. He takes this opportunity and slips his hand into yours, slotting his long fingers in between yours and it’s like lightning touching your fingertips. 

You reach your hotel and Colson offers to walk you to your room. You get to the room and turn towards him, falling silent. You look up at the taller man and decide to take a leap of faith. You lift a hand to his cheek and stand on your tiptoes, your lips just barely brushing his but it still feels like electricity has touched every inch of you. 

“Wait,” he whispers and you step back letting your hand fall. “I can’t… we can’t… I-“ 

He stutters out and you nod understanding what he’s trying to say without saying it. Without another word, you slip into your hotel and leave Colson standing there. 

What you didn’t know was that Colson wanted you. He’s liked you for ages but he can’t articulate the fact that he doesn’t want to hurt you. He thinks you deserve better and not someone like him. 

The next few hours are spent wandering around your hotel room, praying that you didn’t fuck up your friendship with Colson. Even if you never dated the older boy you always wanted him in your life. He was one of the closest friends you’ve had and so wise when you needed it most. 

Colson spent the next few hours drinking a bit more than he should have. He was mad he didn’t just take the leap with you. He should have just told you he liked you but was nervous. It was you for crying out loud. You understood him like no one else so why was that so damn hard?

So, after one too many, he ends up on your hotel floor hoping to tell you everything he couldn’t a few hours ago. However, the only thing in his way was that in his drunken state, he couldn’t quite remember your room number. 

After what felt like hours of stressing, you decided to flip through the tv channels and get your mind off the situation with Colson. However, just as you’re in the middle of switching channels, you hear a yelling coming from outside. 

You decide to get up and check to see who it is, hurrying over to your hotel room door and swinging it open. You look to your left and see others with their heads sticking out of their hotel room door trying to figure out what’s going on. 

Then you hear what the person is yelling. Your head snaps to the right just as Colson yells your name one more time, the six-foot-four giant drunkenly taking steps down the hallway. 

“Shit!” you curse. You grab your hotel key before running over to Colson and grabbing his arm. 

“Colson!” you snap and the boy turns in the direction of his name. When he sees you, a smile is plastered on his lips and he leans down to hug you. 

“(y/n)!! I love you,” he sings dragging out the you. 

“Okay, come on,” you say slipping his arm around your shoulder and attempting to pull him down the hallway. 

“No! (y/n) I love you! you’re mine okay?” 

“Okay, darling okay,” you nod and take his hand and the older boy lets you, causing you to let out a sigh of relief. 

Your cheeks burn bright red and you apologize to everyone as you drag Colson over to your hotel room. You pull him into your room and when you get inside you turn towards your best friend.

“Colson what the fuck are you doing?” you ask. 

“Professing my love what the fuck does it look like?” he responds and you roll your eyes. 

You start to walk away from him but he catches you by your wrist and pulls you back to him. One hand lands on your cheek and the other around your waist as he presses his lips to yours. This time lightning is practically flying around the room as your lips mold perfectly against his. 

“I’m serious, I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t say that earlier,” he says and you smile. 

“Shut up and come here,” you say and pull him in again.

#colson baker #machine gun kelly #kells #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk #mgk imagine #colson baker x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #imagine #bravebesson

[emmmmmit]

Could you, please, do a reaction when you their gf kick them in their crotch accidentally lol (tho some DO deserve that ooops) 😂

OHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! this feels so fucking bad from what ive been told!! poor babies-- although some do deserve it, so i will make them ✨ suffer✨  

A3! boys getting nut tapped

SPRING TROUPE🌸

Sakuya- 

poor babey! He instantly falls to the floor

Will probably try not to cry

Get him ice and keep apologizing

(if you dont the others will literally come for your head)

Masumi-

And you did this for what??

Went down to his knees 

Boy is DEAD i honestly believe he hasn't gotten hit bc of his dad being so serious smh

He is like “why does this hurt?! Bro am i gonna die?!”

Probably would try not to cry too

Tsuzuru-

Probably has gotten hit by his brothers before so its nothing new

Will 100% not register it of he hasnt had enough sleep

People are just so confused with, like, can he feel it or not?? “Hey! How about we test it” (omg guys stop we want him to have kids)

But if he does register it he will wince in pain but not fall, he will probably hold his stomach like as if he got gut punched

Citron- 

Will give you the look of betrayal-

Like you just murdered a man

Will try not to throw up bc sometimes it do feel that bad

Will try to mutter out something like “you have just murdered a man- how could you?”

Itaru-

TIMBERRRR!!!!!!!!

He will fall over like a tree and land on his smug ass face

Dont expect to get cuddles later-

You will need to boost your affection stat up more now!

Chikage-

This could go 2 ways

He could either shrug it off and say “y'know this is why i don't like women”

Or he would do a sharp inhale and clench his jaw tryna not show anything

If its the 2nd one- watch out for your food if you don't like spicy food, aight?

SUMMER TROUPE🌞

Tenma-

 He does some weird ass gasp sound

Will 100% fall to the floor

You can see visible tears in his eyes

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA” probably haven't experienced this pain before as well

Yuki-

WHY?!? HES BABY

Haha no <3

He will cry just.no.

he also wouldnt forgive you

Muku-

Haha no <3 x2

But let's just say Kumon and Juza would never forgive you

and he would go down faster than my grades in school

he would say he deserved it

Misumi-

“That's not very sankaku of you”

Would probably bite his lip vv hard trying not to let out any signs of pain-Bc he doesnt wanna worry anybody

He would also hold his stomach and just try to relax but it just hurts :(

Kazunari-

He DIES

This man has ASCENDED

He will go “ YO BRO THAT'S NOT CHILL AAAA IT HURTS”

He probably fell down to his knees

Kumon-

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA” 

now you have juza coming for your head

He is another trying not to cry

“bRuH tHaT hUrTs”

AUTUMN TROUPE🍁

Banri-

Haha y e s

He gets kick extra hard

goes down faster than tsuzus will to live

He will get revenge later

Juza-

Why?

Anyways he will probably try to not show anything

 But he grips his stomach and you can just tell it hurts by the look on his face

wouldn’t recommend doing this

Taichi-

HE LOOKS LIKE A KICKED PUPPY

“AAAAA” x2 

He has tears in his eyes- omg poor babey

Get him ice now!!

Omi-

Why? x2

What would you gain from this

He would forgive you afterward and just tell you to watch out-

But in the moment he looked dead on the inside

Sakyo-

Ohoho you gon’ die

Doesn’t care if its an accident

If you laugh you are going to get yelled at

Just watch the fuck out!

Azami-

You could do this- but at what cost?

He would DIE

Que unholy demon screaming

Tryna seem tough by not crying

Ultimately fails

WINTER TROUPE⛄

Tsumugi-

“aAaAaAA”

You did this for what??

Winter troupe is coming for your head

Hes not gonna get mad at you

But he might want an apology

Tasuku-

“Eh”

Balls of steel

You probably hurt yourself ngl

Hisoka-

I doubt you could land a hit on him but if you fall on him the right way then maybe?

He's gonna need some more marshmallows

But he's gonna give you a mean look

You might need to give him cuddles later

Homare-

Will fall down- this man is dead

Hisoka: "Homare, why are you laying on the floor in the fetal position?”

Homare: "Y/N just nut tapped me with her water bottle..."

Once he's better, he will probably make a poem about pain or something

Azuma-

No!

“Ahaha th-that hurts”

Would forgive you but- it might need care later 

(ohoho smirky smirk time)

Guy-

 He has dealt with this pain 100%

He's probably used to it

But that still doesn't give you an excuse

He will probably freeze or wince 

 --heeeey I totally didn't die! I had a ton of tests this week and my charger for my laptop decided to break as well... BUT IM BACK!! I’LL BE ANSWERING ALL OF YOUR ASKS SHORTLY!!!--

#a3! #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3! headcanons #sakuya sakuma #masumi usui #tsuzuru minagi #a3! citron #itaru chigasaki #chikage utsuki #spring troupe #tenma sumeragi #yuki rurikawa #muku sakisaka #misumi ikagura #kazunari miyoshi #kumon hyodo #summer troupe #banri settsu #juza hyodo #taichi nanao #omi fushimi #sakyo furuichi #azami izumida #autumn troupe #tsumugi tsukioka #tasuku takato #hisoka mikage #homare arisugawa #azuma yukishiro #a3! guy

[shorkbrian]

lol I’m sorry for being absent!! Gonna give my usual experiences of sadness and school and zero motivation to breathe lol.

ANEEWAZ

I had a nightmare the other night and it was very OOF.

Basically some apocalypse event had happened, Bakugou’s parents and my parents had like an underground bunker that they had built? I have no idea what happened to our parents but for some reason it was just mean neighbor Bakugou and myself stuck down in the bunker.

Bro but like that got me thinking?? of like Kimmy Schmidt and like OOP

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Cause okay imagine one day your weird neighbor Bakugou comes to the door, seems super panicked, super out of it. Says something really bad happened and you need to go with him, he has a bunker and it’ll be safe but hurry up and make a decision or else he’ll make it for you. 

Obviously, you want a minute to figure out what’s happened, what’s going on, why does Bakugou seem so scared? You’d only seen the blonde glare at you over the fence if you happened to be outside at the same time he was. Why didn’t he just go to his bunker?

But then Bakugou was grabbing your arm in a painful grip and dragging you with him, mumbling something about “Stupid fucking shit, you need to listen.” and next thing you know he’s shoving you down a ladder in his backyard, into a dark hole in the ground.

He follows and twists the hole shut, it almost looks like a bank vault door; it’s so heavy duty. It’s dark and you can’t see, but it’s kind of chilly and you can hear your neighbor’s ragged breathing before he brushes past you. You assume he turns on a light, cause then you get to see the rest of the bunker.

It’s not too bad, but there’s only one bed. Kinda reminds you of a quaint, utilitarian tiny house.

The first couple of hours are spent with you almost crying out of frustration, Bakugou refusing to tell you what had happened to warrant going underground like mole people. Was it something nuclear? Atomic? You didn’t know about bombs, please, can he say anything about it?

But the man just sets his jaw, stares at you with that intimidating glare that makes you feel so small. It was different when it was over the fence - you could always escape back into your house. Here you were absolutely stuck together.

It’s so fucking weird the first few days, adjusting to living with a man you knew hardly anything about. You knew he was a mechanic, or maybe a firefighter? you weren’t exactly sure but he always came home covered in grime. He didn’t have any pets, but neither did you. You had seen him swear loudly at the kids that played out on the street, so you knew he had some anger issues, and maybe not the best self control. I mean, who yells at kids?

He insists the the two of you share the bed. 

You had offered to take the floor, wouldn’t even need a pillow or blanket or anything, you just didn’t want to get under the covers with him, give any sort of signal you were interested in him. But Bakugou shook his head, pushed you onto the bed, let you get settled before he himself laid down, grumpily turning his back to you.

He didn’t say too much at first, apart from a few swears when it takes more than five minutes for him to figure out the “stupid fucking dickwad coffee shit”. But as time goes on, he opens up more and more.

Says “Good Morning” and “Goodnight”, asks you if you want beans or rice with your spam, offers to play one of your stupid little games. He actually laughs at a joke you tell him, and you can’t stop yourself from smiling.

It’s only been a week or two, but you two start being able to get along.

That’s until you find his phone.

Bakugou had told you that all electronics had been rendered useless, an EMP? EMD? You didn’t know. But you stumbled upon his phone in the bathroom, on the sink. When you tried turning it on, it blinked to life, almost fully charged.

No password made it easy to open it up. There was wifi, cell service. Your hands shook as you opened up the internet, looked up the news. 

Nothing had happened that day.

You tried to get out, had bolted up the ladder to the door, fumbled with the heavy duty lock on it. Pity you hadn’t noticed Bakugou wake up, stalking over to where you were struggling with the door. He pulled you off the ladder, it felt like your head was a rubber bouncy ball. Did you hit the floor? you must have.

Bakugou crouched over you, snarling vicious words and angry promises. You couldn’t understand what he was saying, did you have a concussion?

Bruh and then Bakubro knocks you out (bro your brain? damaged) n puts you on the bed. When you wake up he reveals that he had been lying that day, the day he dragged you in here. Wanted to get to know you but he didn’t know how so this was what he came up with. You correctly deduce that there is something wrong with the man.

Eyes shining, he tells you that now his secrets out, you can’t leave. You’re gonna stay down here until he decides you can be trusted to not run and rat him out to the police. 

no escape BINCH

#apocalypse au? #what even is this #I'm very stupid #yandere #I'm so tired

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Wet Sugar” [Part 27 of 30]

Summary: Paradise lost...

"You're a boy and I'm a girl But you know you can lean on me And I don't have no fear I'll take on any man here Who says that's not the way it should be

I stand in front of you I'll take the force of the blow Protection I stand in front of you I'll take the force of the blow Protection

She's a girl and you're a boy Sometimes you look so small, look so small You've got a baby of your own When your baby's grown, she'll be the one To catch you when you fall…"

Massive Attack – "Protection"

"It's okay, Sweet Pea. Don't cry."

Erik watched Hunstman handle Sydette roughly on his lap. She squirmed too much and Erik knew Huntsman would not hesitate to blast a two-year-old in the chest and toss her in the garbage like it was nothing. He'd murdered children in Kabul and South Africa without blinking an eye.

"Please don't hurt her…she's scared. Let me hold her," Yani pleaded.

Erik gave Yani a look to keep quiet. His jaw grew rigid as he watched Shipley continue to touch her breast.

"Shut up," Huntsman barked.

"Mama!"

"Sit still, Sweet Pea," Yani said.

Erik rested his Glock on his side the moment Neal had him in line with his AK-15.

"Drop it," Neal ordered.

Erik bent down and released the Glock and it clattered loudly on the floor. His eyes calculated strategy to get Yani and Sydette out of the compound alive.

"Gotta hand it to ya, bruh. You were working it out in there," Shipley said.

"We'll have a taste ourselves before we dispose of her," Neal said.

Huntsman laughed.

"Easy boys, work first then play."

Shipley's hand grabbed around Yani's waist.

"Thick bitches do feel nice," Shipley said.

"My nigga is pressed…vein throbbing on his temple. Relax your jaw, Killmonger," Neal said.

"Let the girl be with her Mom. It'll calm her down," Erik said. He kept his voice even and held his hands in front of himself.

Huntsman shoved Sydette onto the floor.

"Go to your Mum crying brat."

Sydette tumbled and hit her head on the tile. She really started wailing and Erik was ready to beat the shit out of all of them. When she raised up, Erik could see a bruise on her forehead. He clenched his fists and tried to keep his voice calm for the child.

"Go to Mama, Sweet Pea. There ya go. Stay over there."

Sydette ran to Yani and grabbed her leg. Shipley wouldn't release his hold on her mother, so Yani had to comfort Sydette verbally.

Huntsman held up a small scanner over the floor and moved around until he stood near the bar globe.

"No explosives or laser work protecting it," he mumbled.

Pushing back the globe, he typed up something on his armband computer and the loud audible click of the floor safe echoed.

Fuck.

They knew about Klaue's secret safe. Probably knew what was in it too.

His mind was dizzy with mental calculations. Klaue knew Erik was staying at the compound the extra days after everyone else left. Erik had gone through the entire security system and found no glitches or breaches in the integrity of the compound under his control. Nothing looked off or suspicious…

The dragonfly drones.

One did look a little wonky when it buzzed past earlier in the day, but he thought it was a battery problem. He'd been so preoccupied with Yani and Sydette that his normal intense scrutiny went by the wayside. And because of that, Yani and Sydette could lose their lives. All because he had become careless enjoying his blissful paradise.

"Can I pick her up? Please?" Yani begged. The strain in her voice was all too evident.

Shipley stopped pressing into her backside and allowed her to lift up the baby. Sydette touched her pajama bottoms.

"Mama I pee on myself!" Sydette cried out.

"It's okay…it's okay. Don't worry about it. Don't cry. Yuh still my big girl."

Yani comforted her daughter and her eyes stayed fixed on Erik's.

The entrance to the hidden floor safe slid open. Huntsman peeped the stairs that led to some priceless artifacts, uncut gemstones, cash, and the last traces of vibranium that Klaue had. The Holy Grail, the thing they were probably after was hidden away in Erik's duffle bag. And that bag was not inside the house. It was the only thing he had if it came down to bartering for his woman's life and the life of her child.

"Kick that over here," Neal said.

Erik nudged his Glock with his foot and slid it over to Neal's foot. Neal tucked the Glock in the band of his fatigues and walked closer to Erik. He pointed the AK-15 at his chest and his eyes dared Erik to move a muscle.

Huntsman tapped an earbud in his left ear.

"Going in," he said.

They watched him trudge down into the safe.

For what seemed like an hour, they waited and listened to Huntsman rummage through items.

"Fuck! I don't see it!"

He came running up the stairs. Pushing Neal aside, he pressed his weapon under Erik's jaw. Huntsman's wild eyes reminded him of Klaue's.

"Where is it? You are only here because what we want is here. Bark guard dog or we end those two!"

Sydette hid her face in Yani's neck.

Yani did her best to appear brave, but he could see her shaking.

"What the fuck are you looking for? Just take the shit that's down there and leave."

"The attaché. The package."

"Klaue has that—"

"No. He doesn't."

"How do you know that?"

"I know."

Huntsman jammed the barrel harder against his throat.

Erik's eyes traced over to Yani's.

She stared at the gun on him then her eyes panned up to look at his face. She appeared calm and her eyes darted to her left, toward the shelves that housed Klaue's ancient drum collection. She did that twice and Erik suppressed the smile that fought to spread across his lips.

She rocked Sydette in her arms and Shipley moved his gun down toward her waist.

Erik watched Yani ease her feet away from the merc with slow unnoticeable inches. The only thing that mattered was getting her and the baby into—

Yani put Sweet Pea down and jumped away from Shipley. Dropping to her knees she grabbed for the oldest drum on the bottom left shelf. The room went dark and Erik twisted the Glock from Huntsman's hand and shot at him while scrambling after Yani and Sydette into the secret passageway that led to the panic room.

He heard the men yelling trying to get to them as the wall sealed back up.

He ran behind Yani until they were safely inside the panic room.

Turning on security cameras, Erik was able to use heat sensors to track the men above them. They didn't have time to waste. Erik snatched another Glock hanging on the wall and checked for bullets. He handed it to Yani. Scanning the room for supplies, he found two flak jackets and new sweatpants. He made Yani put on the sweats and one of the flak jackets. He put on the other.

"Put the gun there," he ordered and she stuck the Glock in a front pocket. He found a small flashlight and stuck it in another pocket for her.

"Mama—"

"Shh, don't talk," Yani told Sydette.

Yani pulled off Sydette's pajama bottoms and made her take off her wet panties. She opened a box of wet wipes sitting on a storage shelf above the panic room toilet and cleaned her up. Pulling the pajama bottoms back on her, she looked Sydette in the face.

"We have to be very quiet, okay?"

Sydette nodded.

"They are going to tear this place apart. We have to get out of here," Erik said.

"The activation of the panic room will keep the property completely dark," Yani said.

Erik scoured the panic room again found magazines for the Glocks and stuffed them into his pockets. State-of-the-art night vision goggles hung on a wall. He wrapped it around his neck.

He took a moment to hug Yani and check on Sydette's bruise.

"They woke her up and already had her in the living room. Shipley grabbed me when I came in the bedroom," Yani said.

The left side of Sydette's forehead was turning reddish-purple. Yani put a band-aide on it to make her feel better.

Erik held Yani's shoulders gently and looked her in the eye.

"Did he do anything-?"

Her eyes darted away from his and welled up.

"Yani…tell me—"

"He touched my breasts…then stuck his gun…he stuck his gun against my privates and told me to keep quiet or he would shoot me there. Then he made me go in the living room with him."

Erik squeezed his eyes shut

"They must've been planning this for a minute. Just waiting for Klaue, Limbano, and Linda to leave with me. Baby…I'm sorry I put you in the middle of this. I knew that bitch ass Huntsman was no good from day one."

Erik checked his wrist computer. Locking in on his target, he could see Klaue was still in Sweden. Glancing back at the heat sensors on the security feed, he could make out three more intruders outside the property doing sweeps around the perimeter.

He grabbed Yani's hand and eased her in front of him.

"We gotta make a break," he said.

Checking the security feed one last time, Erik used the panic room wall screen computer to try and take control of entry and exits onto the property. He couldn't override the system in a reasonable time, and even his own wrist computer couldn't even gain him access to his own dragonfly drones to have some eyes out there. Yani was right. Activating the panic room locked everyone in place and shut shit down.

Erik opened the panic room door.

"Go, go!" he said.

They slipped down the secret stairs further and Erik pushed open the heavy exit door that led them to the darkness of another side of Klaue's private beach.

The lights of military flashlights could be seen crisscrossing in the distance above them as the mercs searched for them.

Erik scanned their surroundings. The terrain had them cut off from going around the property on foot. It would be even more difficult with Sydette. And none of them had shoes on. Neal could pluck them off from a distance with his weapon. And he had no idea what the other men lurking about were carrying.

His eyes fell upon the water.

"You'll have to swim with the baby, Yani."

"You're coming with us!"

Yani grabbed his arm and it upset Sydette whose small face crumpled.

"I can't. I have to stay back and handle them. They are going to kill you both. They will find where you live and take you both out. They don't fucking care. You are a liability. You can finger them for Klaue."

"When you…when you handle them, you'll come to us, right? I'll go to Twyla's, or I can go to the hotel you like…Erik…."

He shook his head. He felt his eyes water and Yani stood watching him in the waning sliver of moonlight.

Her head dropped down and she burst into tears.

This was it.

The realization overwhelmed her.

Sydette clung to her neck, the frightened look in her eyes escalating as she watched her mother cry.

"Baby…you have to swim for your life."

Yani flung her free arm around him and wept into his shoulder.

"Don't leave us! Please…they'll kill you. Too many of them—"

"You have to go…now!"

"Baba!"

Erik squeezed his eyes shut.

"Sweet Pea. My baby girl."

He kissed her forehead and rested his hand on her hair.

"We are going to play Hide and Seek. You go hide with Mama, and I will come find you."

"Erik don't…"

"It will be fun. You'll go hide in the water, okay?"

Sydette nodded her head, but fresh little tears sprung from her eyes. She was terrified. So was Yani.

"Be a big girl like Mama for me. Can you do that for Baba?"

"Yes."

"Yani, you have to move now. Email my burner account when you make it there safe. Do not come back here ever again. No one from your family. This is dead space now. You understand? Don't come here looking for me or asking questions about me. It's done."

Yani pressed her face into his neck and he bent down to kiss her.

Their lips touched and he let her tongue explore his mouth before he took over. He released her and pressed his forehead against hers. It was too much.

"You finish school. Become a doctor. Don't let anything hold you back."

Pulling away, he kissed Sydette on her cheek.

"Love you short stuff," he said.

Sydette reached for him and he held her by himself giving her the biggest hug he could muster.

"Ready to go hide?" he asked.

She nodded her head but there were still tears sitting on her cheeks.

"Yani…"

"I know. Come on Sweet Pea. We need to hide from Baba-"

Yani's eyes looked past him and before Erik could move with the baby, Yani yanked the Glock from her flak jacket and shot over his shoulder three times.

The large body of a white man in military fatigues fell against Erik's heels knocking him off balance for a second.

Sydette screamed from the gunshots and her sharp cries forced Erik to cover her mouth roughly. Yani secured her weapon and stuck it back in her flak jacket. She held her arms out for Sydette.

"Give her to me, I can—"

It only took a split second.

A bullet struck her head and she fell back onto the soft spray of water and sand.

"Yani!"

Erik dropped to his knees and shielded Sydette with his body as he pulled Yani's leg to move her closer to him and closer to the rock terrain to hide. Erik's heart was in his throat and a sea of red rage blinded his eyes.

"Yani…"

He couldn't contain Sydette's wailing and he waited with dread for more bullets to rain down and take them out too.

"Sweet Pea…shhhh…." Yani whispered.

Yani's voice made Erik gasp. Her hand went up to the side of her head and touched the blood that ran fast and hot. Erik touched her wound.

The bullet had only grazed her scalp.

She was still alive.

Blood ran down her face clouding her left eye.

She pulled Sydette from his arms and crawled into the water with her. Erik helped her until she was waist deep and sticking close to the rocks. Glock gripped in his right hand, he glanced back with the night vision goggles. The sound of the bullets and Sydette's cries would bring more men soon. Whoever shot at Yani wasn't far off. He lifted the goggles up. The water became deeper and pushed against Yani's chest.

"Hold my neck," Yani told Sydette.

"Bleeding…Mama…"

"I'm okay. Just hold on. Don't let me go."

Sweet Pea moved to Yani's back and wrapped her arms around her mother. Water popped up into her mouth and she coughed.

"You're okay, baby. Mama's got you," Yani said.

Erik could see Yani's left eye squinting from the blood flow. Head wounds always bled worse than other wounds, and he could tell it was freaking Sydette out a bit, and Yani was in pain.

Sydette's eyes sought out Erik's. He tried to make his face look happy for her. Tried to calm her rapid breathing as the tidewater brushed past them.

There was so little time.

"I love you both…" he said.

"I know…we love you too…"

"Get out of here."

"Find us, Baba."

"I will. Big girl, right?"

Sweet Pea nodded but her lips trembled.

He couldn't say anything else to Yani. They regarded one another for one last time. There was ambivalence on her face. He touched her cheek and a fast stream of blood ran onto his hand. She would need stitches. Her eyes closed briefly as she inhaled a deep breath then reached up and touched his hand.

Yani let Erik go and moved Sydette further into deep waters and away from him.

"It's cold, Mama."

Sydette's shuddery voice shattered his resolve and he allowed his tears to flow as he watched Yani swim out with her child clinging to her neck. They'd have to move around craggy rocks until the open water freed them from the property. He waded in a bit further to keep his eyes on them and when they were gone from his direct line of vision, Erik pounded the water. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Not in fear and terror.

His baby girl would only remember a horrible night with killers holding her at gunpoint. His woman would have to live with that memory too as well as her own physical assault and wound.

He stared up at the sky and gave thanks that the waters were calm. Cold, but calm.

They were both mermaids. They'd make it. They had to.

Now he had to go put some bodies down.

###

Erik created a diversion by shooting bullets toward the compound. Whoever else was out there would scramble to find the source of the sound. He didn't expect them to kill him right away. They would wound him to capture him, torture a confession of his hiding place for the attaché, find the goods, and then murder him.

The night vision goggles gave Erik the upper hand. They were not expecting him to be there so they were not prepared to go into close-quarters combat with someone who knew how they moved. They were also locked out of the gun range equipment because of the compound lockdown and unable to grab night vision gear for themselves.

One thing Erik was a master of from his Special Ops training was close-quarters combat. His superior tactical skills earned him the nickname "Killmonger" before he even made it out onto the real battlefield. His superior officers often used him for training other military units. He swept in fast, fierce, and precise.

"Boy, you are a killing machine," his unit leader said to him after his first training round through a kill house.

An officer who hated him because of his uppity attitude quipped out of the side of his mouth trying to be greasy, "Hell, forget warmongering. This soldier is a killmonger!"

Erik still remembered the guffaws that followed, and the teasing he got from his unit with that unasked for nickname. Shit wasn't funny no more when he started racking up serious body counts in Iraq and Afghanistan or when he started carving up his flesh. Nah. Shit got real quiet. All that rah rah shut down. They grew frightened of him. But most wanted to be him.

Head on swivel, Erik moved swiftly and focused his mind on reading and reacting to what was in front of him. The immediate threat was not being caught by the others. He had to kill and move to make it out of the compound. He willed himself not to lose focus by worrying about Yani and Sydette. A cloud had covered the slim piece of the moon still in the sky, and he hoped Yani could see well enough to make it to a safe piece of land to walk out onto.

Three men were in the house, and three, now two were outside on the premises. At least that was what he saw with his own eyes. He had the Glock in his hand, the one he took from Yani, and also the weapon he stripped from the dead man. Yani blasted him in the forehead, throat, and chest. A clean line down the man's body.

He felt an anxiety chill run through his body and he took a moment to breathe as he relived watching Yani fall back in his mind. He almost blacked out when he thought she was dead. Death had a way of following him to the point that Erik thought they were kin. He pushed through the physical reaction and shelved the mental reaction. He had to keep moving.

Slight movement to his left.

He had made stealth moves to the gun range to hit up a secret path Yani showed him to get around the middle house. He wanted to get to the top and sweep them all down to the water.

Pressing himself between the grouping of trees, Erik was able to find Neal and another merc heading back down to the range. He shot the unknown merc and Neal in the back of the head and quickly snatched up the AK-15 Neal carried. He dug in Neal's ear and pulled out an earbud that he inserted into the shell of his own.

"Where the fuck is he?"

Huntsman's voice was loud and clear.

"He knows this place better than us," Shipley replied.

Erik eased into the shadow of the trees when he heard the other nameless merc approach the bodies on the ground.

"Shit, Neal and Walberg were picked off," the burly man whispered.

"Where are you?"

"Gun range. Landis is dead too. Down by the beach…"

The merc looked around nervously.

"We have to find him and get that attaché fast. If Klaue gets wind of this we're fucked. The shit has got to be hidden outside and that's where he'll go," Huntsman said.

"Can't you get Linda to hack back in and override the system again? Get the security cameras back up?" Shipley asked.

Linda.

Fucking Linda.

Erik stepped out from the trees and shot the merc in the face.

"You get him? Graham? Graham? You there? Fuck!"

Shipley's voice cracked with nerves.

"Let's just get the shit from under the floor and go! Linda fucked us!"

They went silent and Erik headed back to the main house holding the AK-15.

Hidden near the main house, Erik watched the approach of their heat signatures as they backed one another up while creeping around darkness-challenged.

Erik shot off several rounds over their heads and the men shot back blindly.

"You fucker!" Hunstman screamed and Erik shot him in both legs.

Huntsman fell forward and Shipley tried to pull him to the cover of the wrap around porch, but Erik shot him in the legs too.

"Throw your guns far before I blast you dead right where you dropped," Erik shouted.

Shipley aimed his Glock at the sky and shot wildly.

"Nigga, really?" Erik said and shot him through his shoulder.

"Throw the guns. Don't be stupid."

Huntsman threw his weapon, but Shipley was pushing it. Erik shot him again in the other shoulder.

"I can crucify you with these bullets. I got time."

Erik heard both men panting, their bodies overexerting themselves trying to crawl away under the house. He emerged from the shadows and snatched Shipley's gun from his hand.

"Bitch ass," Erik said and punched him in his mouth.

###

It took him time, but Erik dragged the dead bodies and the living Hunstman and Shipley down to Klaue's private beach. He was able to get the power back on to the rest of the compound and carried a bag filled with items that belonged to Yani and Sydette.

He adjusted the headlamp he used to see and was happy to be wearing his merc gear instead of the thin loungers and random flak vest he ran around in.

Huntsman and Shipley, bleeding and tied by their arms with packing rope eyed Erik with surly eyes.

"Linda got you in here?" he asked.

"Yeah. She discovered the floor safe," Shipley said, "I thought you two were tight. Why didn't she cut you in?"

"Fuck I care, man?"

"She didn't even know he was here. She was surprised when I told her he was hunkered down with his little bed wench. Bitch didn't even care there was a baby here." Shipley said.

"You told her about Yani?"

"Unexpected complications. What she planned as a simple extraction under Klaue's nose became a disposal unit too," Hunstman said.

Erik's eyes blinked. Mercs were ruthless, and Erik didn't have a problem with being seen as expendable. It was like that in their world sometimes. But that bitch green-lit Yani and Sweet Pea being taken out too?

He squeezed his eyes shut. He hoped they were okay. The temperature had dropped and they were dressed in flimsy coverage. And Yani's head wound…

His eyes gazed down at Shipley. Erik dropped to his haunches to get closer to his face.

"You put your hands on her," Erik said.

The icy tone in his voice made Shipley press his lips together in tight defiance.

"If you can fuck that slut then she's good for the rest of us—"

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

"FUCKING SHIT….JESUS!"

Erik shot three times into Shipley's penis. The man's body jerked up and a rush of blood stained his groin matching the other bloody wounds in his body. Huntsman yelled and shrank into himself.

"You fucked up Shipley. Threatened her. A woman with a child who did nothing but cook and clean for you just to make a living. My woman—"

"Fucking bastard! I'll kill you!"

"Yeah…right."

Erik pulled the Glock away from the flood of crimson spilling the man's lifeblood away and turned his attention to Huntsman. The man's eyes were bugged out and they both heard the ragged whimpering of Shipley bludgeoning their eardrums with his cries of pain.

"This was business—"

Huntsman's words were ignored as Erik grabbed him by his hair and dragged him onto his stomach.

"You pushed my baby girl down. Scared the piss out of a two-year-old and bruised her face you piece of shit."

Erik slammed Huntsman's face into the rough sand of Klaue's beach. There were more shells and pebbles there than Yani's cove and the abrasive sand tore up Huntsman's face until it was a bloody pulp. The man looked like raw ground meat by the time Erik was through with him and tossed him on his back.

"End of the road fellas."

Erik stood up and holstered his weapon. Grabbing a gas can near his foot, he poured gasoline all over the bodies that he had in a nice pile next to Shipley and Huntsman. Shipley was too weak to holler so much, but Huntsman was begging his ass off despite not having a recognizable face anymore.

Erik grabbed Shipley by the scruff of his flak vest and pants and tossed him on top of the dead men. He did the same to Huntsman.

Standing back, he lit up a cigar and smoked it. One of Klaue's best from the main house.

"You stinkin' Kaffir!" Huntsman blurted out.

Erik laughed.

"That's supposed to be your brilliant exit line? Huh?"

A groan of pain roared from Huntsman's mouth.

"Shut the fuck up," Erik said bending down to the bottom body and setting Neal's pants on fire with his lighter. The accelerant he used blazed the fire up quickly.

Erik stood back and watched the human bonfire grow higher. The stench was horrific.

When he grew weary of hearing Huntsman and Shipley screaming in agony, he shot them both in the head.

Erik stood for a long time watching, his eyes still heated and angry. He reached into his flak vest and pulled out Yani's cell phone and his own. He broke them apart and tossed them into the fire along with the bag of their belongings they had brought to the house. Clothes, hairbrushes, and make-up that could easily be replaced. Even Sydette's potty chair.

He would keep the fire going all night and then smash up the remains and bury them around the compound for fertilizer. He wasn't worried about Klaue coming home and being upset about it.

Klaue was never coming there again.

He'd be in a body bag soon enough.

###

"Mama…Mama…wake up…."

Yani's head still felt groggy and hurt like hell.

Her eyes opened to the sound of cars driving in the distance and Sydette staring down at her, her hands rubbing Yani's face.

The sun was overhead and Yani raised up her aching body.

Somehow, she was able to get her and Sydette away from the property line of Klaue's compound in the water and make it far enough away that she was able to crawl out from the sea and carry Sydette up the side of a steep hill until she collapsed from exhaustion near the top.

She was so grateful that her daughter had the good sense to stay next to her and not wander of.

"Hey Sweet Pea, I'm up…I'm up."

She cradled her head and still felt the wet painful opening of her bullet grazing.

"Baba didn't find us," her daughter lamented.

Sydette's bright black eyes looked so disappointed and Yani hugged her tight.

"I know baby. We hid so good he couldn't find us."

"The bad man come?"

"No. No bad man is coming."

At least she hoped not.

"It hurt?"

Sydette touched her wound and Yani hissed.

"Yes. It hurts."

Yani felt dizzy and laid back on the ground.

"Lay here with me Sweet Pea."

Sydette curled up next to her arm, but she wouldn't lay down. Her eyes darted around. She was looking for him. Or those men.

"It's okay, baby. We're okay."

Closing her eyes, she kept one arm wrapped around Sydette and her other arm flung over her eyes.

It was a nightmare. Truly a nightmare.

After what seemed like an hour, and once Sydette had fallen asleep herself, Yani stood up and carried her daughter to the top of the hill and found herself near a road that they could walk without attracting too much attention. They almost looked normal except for their bare feet.

Yani walked for about a mile until an older Black woman pulled over in a RAV4 and rolled down her window.

"Are you okay?"

The concern on the woman's face made Yani cry.

"Get in, get in," the woman said.

"Thank you," Yani said.

"What happened to you?"

"The bad man hurt my Mama—"

Yani put her hand up to Sydette's mouth and shushed her.

The woman didn't ask for any more detail once she heard Sweet Pea.

"That looks bad," the woman said looking at Yani's scalp.

"Could you please give us a ride to my house?"

"I should take you to a hospital—"

"No, it's okay. I can fix it at home—"

"We go get, Baba—"

"Sydette, hush now."

"Where do you live?"

Yani gave her address and the woman took her there with no more questions.

###

Nannette was shocked to see the state Yani was in, but she took the opportunity to practice her nursing skills and used her stitch kit from class. She sealed Yani's wound with the help of Rum and Yani's shouts to God for the pain.

Nanette truly was a good friend because she didn't ask why the so-called rock that supposedly hit Yani looked like a bullet grazing.

"I'll probably have a bald spot there now," Yani said when she looked in the bathroom mirror.

She bathed Sydette and fed her before instructing her daughter to sleep and keep her mouth shut.

When she herself was alone in her bedroom, she was finally able to decompress and cry.

Her laptop fired up quickly and she went to Erik's burner email address.

"We made it home safe. Are you okay? Is everything okay?"

She waited, watching her email inbox, and every ten minutes she refreshed. An hour went by. Two.

Her heart rate increased and she began to sweat. He didn't make it. They got him—

"Everything was handled. I'm proud of you. Kiss Sweet Pea for me. Tell her Baba is sorry. I'm sorry, Yani."

There was a heart emoji at the end and a rush of intense emotion swam through her.

"We love you."

Her second email to him bounced back. She tried writing to him again. Another error message popped up letting her know the account was gone.

He was gone.

Forever.

Part 28 Here

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Earning Trust Doesn’t Come Without Its Struggles PT. 3

An Adrian Tepes (Alucard) x Reader Story!

Warnings: Explicit Language, Fear (Again, is that even a warning???) Author’s Note: Bruh I was so tired that I wrote half of this last night and finished it this morning ‘cause I was out ln. Enjoy! -Thorne 

Excitement coursed through her veins as she travelled down the path to the ruins. The sun had risen high into the sky, telling her that it was around afternoon. Not that it surprised her, of course. She spent hours staring at the locked door until dawn peeked through the curtains, and her eyelids drooped, sending her into slumber. Even asleep, she still felt part of herself awake, attention pointed at the door. (Y/N) pulled the cloak around her shoulders, mind drifting back to the kitchen. Whatever had hissed at her was larger than her, but it didn’t outright attack her. “I guess it would’ve if I’d stayed and not run.” She hummed as she slipped under a broken window outside the ruin, walking until she met the platform. She circled it, eyes drifting from the top of it where the chains were connected, to the bottom of it where the lever was planted in it. (Y/N) moved to the edge and placed one foot on the ground, the other pushing onto the platform. Finding it sturdy enough, she stepped onto it and pulled the lever, watching as the sky above her grew closer as she descended into the ground.

           When it hit the bottom, she hopped off, walking into the dimly lit room. Squinting, she stared at the open floor around her, amazement filling her as she saw rows and columns of books lining hundreds of shelves. “Dear god…look at all of this…Now this is a library!” (Y/N) grabbed one of the lit torches at the entrance to the stairs and began making her way down. As she stepped onto the bottom floor, the darkness around her made her uneasy, and she cleared her throat, mentally reciting alchemic recipes in hopes that it would calm her. Holding the torch out in front of her so she could see, she walked around, occasionally running her fingers along the book spines until she came upon a stand with a thick book atop it. (Y/N) set the torch in the holder at the corner and flipped it open, scanning its content. “Indexed List of All Supernatural Items Acquired By The Belmont Family.” She cocked her head to the side in confusion, but then blinked as an understanding look crossed her face. “Oh, like the Belmont family! The ones who hunted monsters!” (Y/N)’s eyes went wide with realization and she murmured, “Oh my god, this is the legendary Belmont Hold!” She grinned as she pulled the torch spinning around to stroll through the rows. “There has to be all kinds of ingredients in here! I might find the things in here to make the Philosopher’s Stone!” Her grin grew wider as she searched the cabinets. “I could be the first female philosopher to complete such a feat! I could change the way people view women in science!” (Y/N) moved up and down the shelves until a particular one caught her eye, causing her to stop.

           She shone the torch across it, gaping at the skulls inside the cabinet. It made her frown as she reached forward, sliding the glass partition back, then she grabbed one of the skulls, holding it up so she could see. (Y/N) shifted her hand, examining it closely, when one of the canines caught her finger and she yelped as she dropped it to the ground, pulling her thumb between her lips. Copper filled her mouth and she winced as she bent down and wiped her thumb on her pants, reaching for the skull that had cracked across the jaw. She picked up the skull, muttering an apology. “Sorry about that.” (Y/N) held the skull closer as she rose, this time careful to avoid the teeth as she looked at it. She tipped her head to the side as she stared at it, then she caught sight of the blood trickling down her thumb and she gasped. “Oh my god…these are…” She peered back at the case. “These are vampire skulls…” (Y/N) sucked in a breath as she placed the skull back in the case and shut the glass door, backing away from it. A few more feet away from those will make me feel better. She thought, and the farther away she moved, the more relieved she became. That is until she collided with something hard that she was sure wasn’t there when she walked over in the first place.

           (Y/N) felt her heart lurch in her chest, and a cold sweat froze her spine solid as warm breath enveloped the nape of her neck. She let out an audible whimper as she felt her fight-or-flight surge in her body and a low, threatening voice sounded beside her ear. “What are you doing in here?” (Y/N) tried to speak, but her tongue felt dry and heavy, and the voice, annoyed by her silence, demanded, “Tell me why you’re here!” Fight won over flight and she spun around, bringing the torch down towards whatever was behind her. A hand shot out and curled around her attacking wrist, the other hand griped her throat, shoving her in reverse until her back hit the glass casing. (Y/N) let out a gasp from the impact, but it dissolved into a choke as the hand around her neck tightened slightly. She shut her eyes and turned her head down as best she could, and the voice barked, “Look at me!” (Y/N) shook her head, and the hand around her throat left her to grip her jaw and yank her chin up as they commanded, “I said…Look. At. Me.” She swallowed thickly and snapped her eyes open and stared in a mixture of fear and awe at the golden eyed man before her. (Y/N) let out another whimper and plead,

           “I’ll leave! I swear I’ll leave and never come back! Just don’t kill me!” The man tipped his head up and inquired,

           “What are you doing in here?” She twitched under his grip trying to move her neck and replied,

           “I was just exploring. I was curious about what was down here.” The man leaned close and she watched his gold hair flow across his shoulders.

           “Curious about what’s down here? Or curious to find the ways the Belmonts hunted vampires? Were you hunting for a way to kill me?” (Y/N) felt her face pinch in confusion as she dumbly asked,

           “I’m sorry?” She jerked in his grip, and the fear she felt quickly dissolved into a simmering anger as she snapped, “Will you let go of my jaw please! It’s hard to talk and it’s hurting my neck!” When he didn’t move, she narrowed her eyes into a glare. “Look, I’m not here to hunt vampires! And I’m sure as shit not hunting you! I literally stumbled into the castle three days ago and this morning I saw the platform over here and got curious!” The man eye her for a moment before shifting his hand from her jaw. (Y/N)’s relief was short-lived as he placed his hand back on her throat, but this time it wasn’t tight like it had been. A warning, that he could kill her if she made a move.

           “Did you not see the warnings outside the castle?” She rolled her eyes and muttered,

           “I did, but I’m sure they got whatever was coming to them.” (Y/N) glanced into his golden eyes. “I saw your warnings, however, I was caught in a frozen rainstorm, and I didn’t have time to be picky about my shelter.” She went slack in his arms and leaned close. “It seems that you haven’t been picky about me staying either, considering the fact that you’ve eaten the food I’ve cooked.” His eyes narrowed, and they told her to shut her mouth, but she added, “If I was hunting you, I would’ve poisoned the leftovers. But you’re here and alive. So how ‘bout you let me go and do the same?” The man leaned close like she did and quipped,

           “Now why would I do that?” (Y/N) gaped at the protruding canines in his mouth and she made a decision. Swallowing her fear, she looked up and met his eyes, assuring,

           “Because I know you’re not going to kill me.” Finally, her words gave him a pause and he seemed shocked as he asked,

           “And what makes you so sure I won’t?” She lifted her chin speaking matter-of-factly.

           “Two reasons. Number one, you’ve had more than enough chances to kill me before now. Number two, the humans you impaled on spikes didn’t have bite marks.” (Y/N) narrowed her gaze as she wondered, “What kind of vampire doesn’t drink the blood of two humans before impaling them?” When he didn’t respond, she let her anger go and murmured, “Look, I don’t know what happened with them, but I’m not here to kill you. My name is (Y/N) (L/N), and I was hunt-I was searching for Dianthus flowers in the mountains when I got caught in the storm.” She paused, taking a breath. “I trekked through mud and sleet until I came across the castle. And technically, your dog has led me around so you can’t get mad at me. Also, I made you breakfast, so killing me would be a very rude thing to do in return.” (Y/N) went silent after her introduction, then he pulled away, letting her sink to her knees. She breathed a sigh of relief as he held the torch, staring down at her.

           “Why are you looking for Dianthus?” (Y/N) glanced up at him and replied,

           “The plant can be turned into a bitter tonic herb that stimulates some of the systems of the body. The plant is an anthelmintic and antiphlogistic. I can craft different medicines from it if I have the right ingredients.” The vampire cocked an eyebrow.

           “And do you, wise-woman?” (Y/N) glowered at his insult and spat,

           “It’s alchemist, jackass. If you’re gonna insult me, fine. But don’t mislabel me. I fought long and hard to get where I am. And no, I don’t. I accidently dropped my good satchel off the side of a cliff when I was in the storm.” He matched her glare at the first half of her insult, asking,

           “So, what were you looking for in here?” She rolled her eyes, climbing to her feet.

           “I thought we discussed this? I told you, I saw the pulley-system and got curious.” (Y/N) gestured around. “I didn’t even know this was the old Belmont home until I read the index over there.” She crossed her arms over her chest and muttered, “Look, since we’ve distinguished the fact that neither of us is going to kill the other, can we leave? It’s really dark in here and I don’t like-”

           “I could kill you, if I wanted to.” She rolled her eyes again, placing her hands on her hips as she countered,

           “Yeah, so could many other things in this life, like a particularly vengeful goose.” (Y/N) leaned forward. “You’re not special Goldenrod.” She bypassed him, moving towards the stairs, listening to him follow close behind her. When they reached the platform, she stood opposite to him, watching as he pulled the lever. They began to ascend, and she asked, “So, why do you live alone out here? Don’t you have any family?” The vampire kept his eyes to the sky as he monotoned,

           “No.” (Y/N) cocked her head to the side in confusion.

           “You don’t? I thought most vampires lived in covens.”

           “They do.”

           “So…then why don’t you?”

           “That’s none of your business.” She grunted at him as she turned away.

           “Your liveliness must be fun at parties.” As they reached the top, he stepped off first then turned, holding a hand to her. (Y/N) eyed his hand for a moment then cast him an intrigued look. “Well…that’s certainly interesting…a vampire that doesn’t burst into flames in sunlight.” She took his hand and stepped down. “Now I’m curious.” She circled him and muttered to herself, “Direct sunlight exposure, and no effects. Wearing simple clothes. No plant or potion smells. Must be genetic. I wonder what-” (Y/N) was cut off as he gripped her forearm and scowled,

           “I will not be observed like a test subject.” She glared at him as she bat away his hand.

           “I’m not saying I plan on dissecting you Goldenrod. I’m just curious.” The vampire let her go, turning his back to her as he started towards the castle; she quickly followed. “Say, is it genetic? The reason why you don’t spontaneously combust?” When no response came, she frowned. “Look, I know you don’t trust me, and that’s a fair position, because I don’t even trust me, but I’m a scientist. At least give me something to satiate my curiosity!” After a moment, he muttered,

           “…How about my ability to control my urge to not kill you through a blood rage you’re bringing on?” (Y/N) clapped her hands and nodded.

           “That’s a start!” She sped up until she walked beside him. “Is the blood rage brought on by levels, or does it happen all at once? Ooo! Do you remember the instances of the blood rage or is it a completely mindless incident that you have no memory of after?” He turned to her champagne eyes narrowed into a glare and she raised her hands in surrender. “Aye, you threw me a bone so I’m gonna chew it until it’s gone.”

           The entire walk back to the castle was a continual back and forth between them, (Y/N) asking questions, only to receive uninterested, or short, clipped responses from him. As they came to the doors, she paused, examining the bodies. “You know, I’m not saying that putting people on spikes is the right thing to do…but it sure is a good way to warn all people not to come any closer.” The vampire’s didn’t stray to them, but she could tell that he was trying not to as he complained,

           “Apparently not all people.” (Y/N) snickered as she climbed the stairs behind him, and as they hit the doors he spun around and added, “Go home.” She recoiled slightly, then asked,

           “You’re not being serious right?” His features didn’t even twitch and she grumbled, “Okay, you are serious.” (Y/N) took a breath. “Look, even if I wanted to go home, I can’t.”

           “I don’t care.” She felt her eye twitch as she hissed,

           “You’d throw someone out on their ass and let them die?” He rolled his eyes, leaning against the door.

           “You think you’ll die. You can’t go home. Sounds like excuses.”

           “I would die because I don’t have supplies enough to last me, and I don’t have a home anymore.”

           “Why not?” He grinned. “Did the religious inquisition burn your house down for practicing science?” (Y/N) grimaced as she lowered her head and murmured,

           “My home was destroyed by Dracula’s forces when he initially attacked Târgoviște.” For the first time since they’d met, his voice showed betrayed his expression as he inquired softly,

           “What?” She looked back up at him.

           “My uncle had sent me away when Dracula gave his ultimatum. I was in Braila when word hit that forces of the night had overrun and slaughtered all of Târgoviște.” (Y/N) paused then confessed, “I was there…the day they killed Lisa Tepes…” The vampire’s face twisted in agony as she continued. “I heard her call to him…for him to be better than us…” She frowned. “I won’t say that annihilation was the right answer…but I understand his hate and decision.” (Y/N) stared at him then pointed to the corpses. “I don’t know what they did to you, but I do know that whatever they did has made you lose trust in humanity.” She took a step forward, placing her hands to her heart as she plead, “One month. Give me one month to prove that there’s still good people in this world.” The look he gave her was only something she could describe as hate, distrust, and a world full of grief, all mixed together as he questioned,

           “Why should I?” (Y/N) realized his question was only asking for one answer, and depending on how she did answer, she’d either be walking aimlessly around Wallachia or she’d be inside a castle after. She inhaled deeply and squared her shoulders, declaring,

           “Because there is evil in this world. There are humans who will scheme and lie and steal and murder for whatever they want, not caring who they hurt along the way. But…there is also good in this world. And there are humans who will help and love and care for whoever needs it. Life is a dichotomy Goldenrod. It’s not lived on one straight and narrow pathway. Where there is unrighteousness, there is righteousness. Where there is distrust, there is trust. Where there is hate, there is love. And you can either embrace that and accept that some people will fall into either of those things, or you can reject it and close yourself off from it, hiding away in the tippy top of your castle. Either choice means you live. But only one lets you live freely.” The two locked eyes and for a solid minute, neither spoke, then he turned around and pushed open the door, holding it for her. (Y/N) felt a smile curl her lips as she walked inside. A bark sounded from the top of the staircase and she glanced up as Cezar ran towards them; she bent down, holding her hands out. “Little Cezar! How was your day?” He yapped in return and slipped under her, moving to the vampire’s legs where he rubbed against them. (Y/N) grinned as the vampire bent down and pet his head.

           “Hello Little Cezar.” He felt eyes on him and looked up, meeting her gaze; the smile on his face dissolved into a frown as be bit out, “What?” She scoffed, turning away.

           “Wow, doesn’t take much to flip your switch does it Goldenrod?”

           “Adrian.” (Y/N) looked back, shock in her voice as she asked,

           “What?” The vampire moved to hold his hand out so she could shake it, but at the last moment, thought against it and lowered his hand as he repeated,

           “My name is Adrian.” (Y/N) grinned and nodded her head.

           “It’s nice to meet you Adrian.

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