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twodimecastle · 3 years

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fifty bucks & six months.

spencer reid x gender neutral reader new relationship, secret keeping nonsense, 4.5k words, ao3 a/n; turns out i love writing texting fic but tumblr destroys the formatting rip

zero months.

You smile conspiratorially, extending a pinkie towards Spencer and he gives you a skeptical look.

“You know the odds of being found out immediately are-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Astronomical, I know. I know. But don’t you think it’ll be fun to see how long we can push it?” you wheedle, not caring that your voice sounds more like begging than is strictly dignified because seeing the way Spencer’s nose crinkles in amusement at your heavy handed persuasion is too adorable to pass up. You scoot closer on the couch, tapping the end of his nose with your pinkie finger, letting him catch your hand between his as you continue “I think we’ve got a good shot at hiding it for a little while. It would be like a game.”

Spencer draws your captive hand to his lips, brushing them across your knuckles and watching fondly as you forge ahead in your campaign to persuade him, enjoying the show and the attention too much to tell you he’s already on board. Your eyes are shining with the prospect of the caper, and you’ve made no move to take your hand back from him, and Spencer’s pretty sure he’d be more than happy to sit with you in this moment forever. “I mean-” you go on, gesturing animatedly with your free hand, “you’re like-a really good liar when you want to be. And everyone else always forgets how good you are at it.”

He snorts at that and the sound makes you light up, eyes tracking the arch of his brows, the warmth in his soft brown eyes, memorising the way he looks like this; utterly unbothered, completely at ease. It might be your favourite version of him, but that race has always been a tight one with no clear winner in sight. You have lots of favourite versions of Spencer. Twisting your hand in his, you tangle your fingers together, savouring the way you feel his thumb glide delicately along your skin and the unhidden joy in his face at the simple show of affection.

Time to play your trump card.

“$50 says we can hide it from the whole group for at least six months. If everyone figures it out before then, you win. But if not everyone has worked it out by then, I win.”

The mischievous shine in your eyes is irresistible, and Spencer smiles, disentangling one of his hands from yours to extend his own pinky finger.

“You’re on.”

The words barely make it out of his mouth before you’re colliding with him, pressing your lips to his.

two months.

“So, how long has this whole thing been going on?” Derek’s question catches Spencer off guard, and, based on the way he can see you freeze in his peripheral vision, takes you by surprise as well. Sliding into the driver's seat of the SUV, Derek continues “I hope you didn’t think you were gonna be able to keep me in the dark for long, pretty boy. You should know better than that.”

Following mechanically after him, Spencer takes the passenger seat, trying to frame his next statement as carefully as possible as he hears your door close and the car start. “We were-going to tell you guys-” he begins uncomfortably, glancing back to you for support, but you look just as on edge as he feels. “We were just gonna-keep it to ourselves for a while-before telling Hotch and everything-” he tries again, the mounting tension levering his shoulders higher and higher with every passing moment, but then Derek just laughs, shaking his head.

“Hey, I’m happy for you, kid. For both of you.” He spares a look at you in the back seat through the rear view mirror, and you can feel the tension in your jaw relax, the furrows in your brow straightening out at the note of approval in Derek’s voice. “I’m glad you two finally figured it out,” he says, fondly, and you laugh.

“I bet Spence we could keep it from you guys at least six months,” you explain, reaching forwards through the centre console to link your pinky with Spencer’s, and the touch of your hand releases the last of the tension he had been harbouring as he covers your hand with the other one of his own. He knows Derek clocks the motion, filing it away in his mind somewhere, but he doesn’t care about the scrutiny so much right now. Not when your hand is so warm and comfortable in his.

Derek reaches for the dial on the radio and flicks through the channel, thinking about something, and as you watch, a slow mischievous smirk spreads across his face a moment later before he glances first at Spencer and then at you.

“I’ll tell you what,” he says to you, and Spencer can feel a familiar grin tugging at his own lips as he watches a plan take shape in his friend’s eyes. “I’m happy to sit on this information for a while for a cut of the winnings from whichever one of you comes out on top.” He snorts good naturedly as he continues “I have my own bet to win with Prentiss, so if you two help me win that one, I’ll cut you in too.”

“A quid pro quo of sorts,” Spencer says slowly, and he feels your fingers tighten around his, as you snort softly, and he knows instinctually you’re grinning the same way you always do when you’re winning a game. “I think we can do that.”

Derek grins, turning the music up as he nods, eyes on the road. “Then you two love birds have got yourselves a deal.”

two months and two weeks.

PG: youre not as slick as you think you are ;)

YN: ???

PG: ;))))))))) you should invest in some concealer for your work bag sweetness or tell the good doctor to pay more attention to whats visible in your work clothes

YN: oh my fucking god wait how do you even know thats how that happened

PG: im all knowing and all seeing im like the omnipotent goddess of the fbi

YN: derek blabbed

PG: he sang like a canary but also im an omnipotent goddess im also totally clued in on the whole bet situation with em so for the low low price of every single juicy detail about how this adorableness went down you can buy my silence :)

YN: im getting derek decaf coffee on all coffee runs from now on >:( traitors dont get caffeine

PG: darling sweet angel i need deets all of them like immediately

YN: >:( fine ok so. after that case down in georgia a few months ago? the weird one? with the creepy mother son thing?

PG: omg yuck pls dont remind me im here for the CUTENESS not the MURDER

YN: sorryyyyyyy anyway so spence was like being super weird about it all on the plane and whatever but he was doing that super annoying thing where he ignores it and says hes fine so everyone leaves him alone

PG: YEAH why does everyone here do that ALL THE TIME its SO annoyingggg

YN: ikr its insufferable and like super not subtle ANYWAY. spence was being weird and whatever and i just. refused to let him sulk on his own or whatever like i could tell there was something bothering him and so after work i insisted that we were gonna get like shitty diner food or whatever and watch a movie and he knows better than to say no to me

PG: smart boy

YN: so we got fries and milkshakes and then went back to his place to watch a movie and he was still like weird and silent and like brooding yknow? but whatever just figured hed talk about it when he was ready so i put on a movie and offered to make popcorn and then he was just staring at me and he looked so SAD and TIRED and i thought id done something wrong like the poor guy looked like he was gonna cry and i was panicking over fucking popcorn and then he says ‘why are you always so nice to me?’

PG: oh my god hes like if a sad victorian orphan was actually a triplicate phd holder

YN: i was SO thrown off i was like spencer. spencer were best friends. ive been forcing you to hang out with me for years now why do you THINK im being nice to you its bc i care about you asshole and then. like after another million years after letting me sweat it out over whether hes about to cry for like fucking years the asshole grabs my hand and says. i shit you not. ‘you know im in love with you, right?’ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PG: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YN: anyway hes my boyfriend now :’) dont tell anyone tho gotta win the bet

four months.

Lingering by the elevator, you glance around at the uncharacteristically silent office building, waiting for Spencer to leave the bullpen. The sound of his footfalls drawing nearer makes you smile and you mentally applaud yourself for suggesting the two of you remained behind after disembarking from the plane, taking advantage of the manufactured privacy to take the same car home, back to his apartment.

When he sees you waiting for him, he can’t help the soft fond smile that tugs at his face, as he reaches for your hand, sliding his fingers into yours with a gentle squeeze, the quiet of the building allowing him to indulge in the show of affection. You return the squeeze, leaning your head on his shoulder with a yawn and as he presses a fond kiss to your temple he’s rewarded by a sleepy hum of approval from you that sends a rush of quiet joy shooting through him.

“At least we won’t be sleeping in hotel beds again tonight,” you say, voice weary, and Spencer nods as he shuffles you into the elevator. The doors slide shut and the elevator starts to move and in the moment of absolute privacy, you steal a kiss, tilting your chin up to catch his lips with yours, revelling in the soft huff of surprise he lets out, even as he smiles against your mouth. Even after months, the simple act of kissing Spencer still feels new and thrilling somehow, like you can’t quite believe it’s something you’re allowed to do.

His nose brushes yours and he breathes “unless something big comes up, we get a sleep in tomorrow too,” and the way you beam at him sends his heart racing in his chest, unable to look away from the fondness shining in your eyes.

As the two of you exit the elevator and make your way through the Bureau car park, you tuck yourself against his side, wedging yourself under his arm with a happy sigh, eager to get yourself horizontal and asleep as fast as possible. Spencer brushes his lips against your temple again as the two of you close in on his car, almost free and clear of the office when a voice behind the two of you brings you up short.

“Reid?”

Spencer is reacting before his mind catches up, turning on his heel towards the sound of Hotch’s voice echoing through the parking lot, conscious of the incriminating way you’re still tucked against his side, even as his brain is rifling frantically through any possible excuses for the current circumstances.

“Hotch-” you step away from Spencer, cheeks flaming, not wanting to chance a look at him. “I-we-thought everyone else had gone home,” you trail off lamely, trying your hardest not to balk under Hotch’s ominously impassive scrutiny. A second passes, then another, and the short silence feels like months, or years even as the three of you stand locked in a stalemate.

“I take it the two of you would prefer to keep this under wraps?” He asks, finally, and it registers with Spencer, somewhat belatedly, that Hotch’s tone isn’t admonishing. It isn’t enough to dissipate the tension coiling in Spencer’s muscles just yet, but he spares a glance at you as he nods, and a moment later, Hotch gives the two of you a curt nod of his own. “I’ll tell you what,” he says, a shade of irony colouring his voice. “If you two fill out the paperwork for in-team relationships for me, I’ll keep it to myself. I understand privacy is hard to come by in our office.”

The words take a while to fully sink in, and you’re conscious that you’re standing there blinking and gaping at your boss like a bemused fish for a good few seconds before you’ve composed yourself enough to say “absolutely, sir. Of course. Thank you.”

Hotch nods again, heading towards his own car, and as he passes the two of you, a brief smile flashes across his face.

“Congratulations, you two. Get some sleep.”

four months and three weeks.

Spencer isn’t sure how late it is, but he knows you’re not asleep yet, the faint glow of your phone screen casting faint distorted shadows across his room as your free hand rests lightly on his chest. In the dark blue twilight of his room, the space feels undefined and dream like somehow, the line between his mind and his surroundings blurry or indistinct somehow, and as you huff out a near silent laugh at something on the screen in your hand, a thought rises to the surface of his thoughts like flotsam on an unwanted tide.

The more clinical part of his mind notes the autonomic response in his body, the way his heart lurches unpleasantly in his chest, heart rate rising with an influx of cortisol through his nervous system, automatically rifling through ways to control the anxiety response. Age old instinct surges forwards, starting to push his spiralling anxiety down out of sight so as not to bother you with it, but then your hand shifts infinitesimally on his chest, fingers curling in the soft fabric of his pyjama shirt, and for once his body is miles ahead of his brilliant mind, your name is leaving his lips before he’s really aware of it happening.

Your gaze flashes up from your phone at the sound of his voice, soft and hesitant, and you let the screen go dark as you set it down. You can feel Spencer’s heart hammering against his ribs under your palm, and your brows knit together in concern as you shift closer to his side, tracing gentle circles over his shirt with your fingertips, the repetitive motion intended to soothe, though you’re not sure if it’s for his benefit or yours.

“Yeah, baby?” You ask softly, working hard to keep the rising worry from your voice. After three years of friendship and almost six months of dating, you know him well enough to sense when his propensity for overthinking and catastrophizing is slipping out of his control. You can feel his chest rise as he inhales sharply, whatever he’s about to say cut off by second guessing, doing nothing to pacify your concern. “Spence? Is everything okay?” You ask again.

“This-bet-hiding our relationship-it’s-” he trails off, throat tight as he rolls onto his side, facing away from you, and smushing his face into the pillow, already wishing he hadn’t said anything. You’re the kindest person he’s ever met, but offering up this kind of raw insecurity feels like pulling teeth. Even if it’s you. Especially if it’s you. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to find out if you care about him enough to stay when his racing mind gets the better of him. The pillow muffles his voice as he says “never mind.”

You feel your own heart rate tic up in response to that, matching the wild beat of Spencer’s that you could feel under your palm only a second ago. “Baby, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

He shakes his head, face still hidden in the pillow. “It’s stupid.”

He can feel the rush of your breath on his back as you sigh, and your voice is almost achingly patient as you say softly “it’s not stupid if it matters to you.” There’s a long pause, and you press yourself against his back, settling close and letting your hand slide over his side to rest on his chest, the heat of his skin sinking into yours even through his thin shirt. In spite of his height, he feels so small as you wrap yourself around him, drawing closer, trying to reassure him without yet knowing what he needs to be reassured of. “Spence?”

“Are you ashamed of-being with me? Is that why you want to hide it?” The words are almost whispered, the sound almost lost against his pillow and your heart sinks, plummeting faster and further than if you’d dropped it off the side of a skyscraper. You should’ve known he might worry about that, should have realised it might have felt that way. Remorse rises hot and bitter in your throat and you swallow it down, trying to steady your voice.

“Spencer. Sweetheart. No. Never. I could never be ashamed. I love you. I’m so sorry.” Your arms wrap more tightly around him and you bury your face against the crook of his neck, the tension you can feel in every inch of his body making you feel more cruel and short-sighted than you already do. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise it might feel like that. I could never be ashamed of being with you, Spence. You’re my favourite person.” He takes the kind of shaky, shallow breath that comes with trying not to cry and your heart breaks a little more as one of his hands slowly moves to cover yours where it rests against his chest, just over his heart.

As his hand rests over yours, his thumb strokes lightly along your knuckles, and he knows you know him well enough to notice the way his hand trembles, just a little, because then your hand is shifting against his, turning to clumsily tangle your fingers with his, holding tighter to him as he tries to collect himself, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath as his eyes squeeze shut. He can hear the contrition in your voice as you say softly “I’ve never really liked having people know everything about what’s going on in my life. And I love our friends but-something like this, that’s so-special? So new? I wanted to be able to keep it to just us for a while.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice comes out a little shaky, scarcely more than a whisper, and it’s more than you can take as you pull back and gently force him to roll over to face you. He’s not crying, but his eyes are glassy and you recognise the fight to keep the tears unshed in the tight set of his jaw and the hard line of his lips. Leaning on your elbow, you lift your free hand to gently smooth out the furrows of his brow, letting your fingers linger along the planes of his face.

“Why are you sorry,” you ask gently. “You don’t need to be sorry, baby. Not for talking to me about things that bother you. We can tell everyone else tomorrow, if you want? We can call off the bet. Derek will live. If he’s got a problem with it I’ll turn all his shirts into crop tops.”

He can tell the joke is a last bid attempt to make him smile, to ease his fear, and it works. In spite of the anxious weight in his chest that feels like it’s pressing him into the mattress, Spencer laughs weakly, meeting your eyes, and he watches as a relieved smile breaks across your face, releasing your lower lip from where you’d trapped it worriedly between your teeth. The unmitigated affection that floods into your eyes renders him momentarily breathless as he takes in the moment. You’re still here, still trying to take care of him. Just as kind and steadfast as ever.

“No,” he says eventually, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down on top of him like a living weighted blanket, letting your warmth chase the bulk of the tension from his body and luxuriating in the way you curl into him, one hand sliding into his hair. “We shouldn’t call off the bet. We still have to take Emily’s money, remember?”

Your sleepy laugh is the last thing he hears before his eyes close and the feel of your body wound around his lulls him to sleep.

five months.

SR: Can I talk to you about something?

DM: you dying or something? that’s a really fuckin ominous text to recieve out of the blue

SR: I’m not dying, why would that be what you assumed? I just have a question.

DM: just a figure of speech but what’s up?

SR: It’s about your bet with Emily. What’re the terms for it?

DM: wym?

SR: What exactly did you two make the bet about? What needs to happen in order for you to win the bet?

DM: does this count as collusion?

SR: Technically yes, but calling it collusion implies a certain degree of illegality.

DM: whatever anyway the terms i made with em were that you’d make some kind of move before your birthday but she reckoned you were gonna need some kind of near death experience to do anything about your crush why?

SR: I’m just making sure I have all the information.

DM: what’s going on pretty boy? you planning something?

SR: Maybe.

DM: not a helpful answer reid is everything good?

SR: Everything’s fine. We’re just figuring some stuff out. Nothing to worry about.

DM: is there something you’re not telling me?

SR: Don’t worry about it.

five months, three weeks and six days.

In the chaos that was the scramble from the briefing room to the jet, you haven’t yet had the chance to speak to Spencer about the outcome of his most recent thesis defence panel. By the time you’ve got a moment to breathe, the jet is underway, coasting across the country towards Montana, the whole team settled in for the six hour flight. You corner him in the tiny kitchen area of the jet as he’s making a mug of mediocre coffee, fingers tapping out an absent minded rhythm on the countertop as the coffee machine whirs, clearly not paying attention to anything outside of his head.

“Hey, boy genius.” He jumps, whirling around, eyes wide with surprise, and you smile fondly. “So?” You demand, and Spencer raises an eyebrow in confusion. You snort, rolling your eyes as you elaborate. “Your defence panel. Did it go okay?”

You’re shifting your weight and fidgeting restlessly with the belt loops on your pants and as he studies you for a moment, it occurs to Spencer that you’re nervous for him over this outcome. The thought brings an almost giddy smile to his face.

“You know this isn’t my first thesis defence panel, right?” He says mildly, deliberately burying the lede, enjoying the way you scowl in irritation too much to answer your question right away, too enamoured with this display of concern on his behalf.

“Don’t be difficult, Doctor Reid. It’s still a big deal.” He just shrugs noncommittally, and you huff, swatting his arm lightly. “So did it go well?” You ask again, eyes narrowing as you try to dissect his microexpressions, trying to discern the answer he seems determined to keep from you for yourself. A few seconds later, he relents.

“I can now add degree number six to my wall.” He confirms. Getting degrees doesn’t hold the same rush of pride for him now, the accomplishment feeling somewhat less exceptional as he acquires more of them, but the way your face lights up with pride for him reminds him how special the things he’s capable of can be. You’ve always made him feel like more than the sum of his parts somehow, like something infinitely more precious than he always assumed he is.

“I fucking knew it. That’s amazing, Spence,” you say, chest warm and full with pride and love, and his almost shy smile in return is enough to make a decision for you in a split second. Your hand dips into your back pocket, drawing something out, and you carefully hide it from view in your palm as Spencer tracks the motion curiously with his eyes.

Your eyes are shining with affection and something that looks like mischief and the way you’re smiling at him is more than enough to divert his attention as you step closer, just barely noticing as you slip something into his hand. You’re dangerously, distractingly close now, and he’s conscious, if somewhat distantly, that neither of you is concealed from the rest of the team, scant meters away in the seating area of the jet. But you’re smiling and close enough for him to feel your breath on his face and suddenly your lips are on his, and even after nearly seven months of being able to touch you like this, it’s enough to make him forget everything else as he melts into the contact, savouring the warmth of your skin and the faint smell of your shampoo.

You pull back a second later, the kiss over almost as soon as it started, but it’s enough to attract attention, and you can hear a belated ‘oh SHIT’ from Emily in the main cabin of the jet. In your peripheral vision, you can see money changing hands, your friends scrambling to react, but you don’t look at them, choosing to enjoy the bemused, affectionate look on Spencer’s face as his brain catches up to the events unfolding around the two of you.

“I was tired of keeping it a secret,” you say fondly, loud enough only for him to hear. “You win.”

Blinking in confusion, he finally tears his gaze away from yours, fingers uncurling to reveal the fifty dollar bill you had pressed into his palm right before you kissed him. The penny drops and he snorts with laughter, shaking his head in half hearted indignation as his other arm loops around you, pulling you in, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, hiding your face from the rest of the team as he kisses your temple, revelling in the way you wind yourself around him in response.

“I was gonna do this in like two days. I wanted you to win,” he murmurs against your hairline, and he can feel your faint laughter.

“Too bad, baby. I’m used to getting my way,” you say, pulling back to steal another quick kiss before peeling yourself out of his arms with a wink, turning to face the onslaught of ‘care to fucking explain that’ and ‘I fucking told you so’ from the rest of your friends, tugging him with you by your joined hands.

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souichieatr · 3 years

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hiluuu! can i request a scenario/drabble for tsukishima, kuroo, oikawa, and akaashi where they're in a heated argument with their fem!s/o, then she suddenly faints? turns out she had a fever since the morning and hid it from them but got worse during their fight?

their s/o faints during a heated argument

with tsukishima k, kuroo t, oikawa t, akaashi k

a/n: thank you for requesting i hope you enjoy, im sorry this took forever?????? they get longer each one omg

tsukishima k

you don't even remember why you both are fighting, as he sips another insult your headache gets worse. as you don't say anything just raise your hand to your head he gets even more frustrated. "can you at least act like your age, ignoring me isn't going to resolve the issue." he says not noticing how your body starts to shuffle as you try and keep your balance. rolling his eyes turning to the door, "im not going to deal with this today-" before he can finish he hears a loud thud, turning around he sees your body on the floor. rushing to the floor next to you, "y/n?" bringing his hands up to your head, biting his lip cursing at himself in his head. picking up and lays you down in the bed as he gets water and a towel. when you wake up again you notice youre in bed, trying to sit up youre pushed back down. “don't do that, that wasn't cool” he says in a low tone, handing you a glass and some medicine. taking them both with a nod, “thank you kei and im sorry” you say handing the glass back to him, setting it down on the table he takes your hand. gently kissing the back of it and resting his head on your hand. “why are you on the floor?” you softly smile at him hearing a small ‘shut up.’

kuroo t

the fight started because he started to prioritize the volleyball team more than you. it didnt bother you that he stayed late, went early to practice, it didnt bother you until he started canceling plans with you. he told you repeatedly he would spend more time with you, today not being any different waiting in the rain in front of the cafe you both decided to eat at. not until 10 minutes had passed you went back to the school, walking to the gym with angry steps you opened the door roughly. the whole team looking at you soaking wet, frozen for a second he walks over to you. “y/n what are you doing here?” he says in an annoyed tone. “don't give me that bullshit tetsurō, we had plans today i waited for you to only be stood up again, are you even serious about this? us?” you say motioning your hand between him and you. rolling his eyes and he huffs, “can you stop being dramatic? im a captain this team needs me i didnt know you could be so selfish” widening your eyes at him, trying to catch your breath you close your eyes. “selfish? me selfish? you have some nerve i'll be leaving since i dont wanna bother the captain and his team” you say sarcastically, stepping back outside you start coughing. kuroo following behind you, “this conversation isn't done yet” he says grabbing your wrist, turning you around and his eyes widen. “y/n? you look pale are you okay?” he says as he does your eyes roll back and your legs give out. taking you in his arms he rushed inside asking the guys to grab towels to dry you off. sitting down on the floor with you in between his legs, he holds you close feeling guilty. feeling you stir awake he kisses your cheek, “im so sorry babe this is my fault, if i had just been there you wouldnt have been waiting in the rain” he says hugging you tighter. “im serious about us more than anything. i'll try harder to put more effort into our relationship. “i trust you tetsu and do you have any medicine? my heads killing me” you say smiling, he smiles and hands you a bottle of pills and a water.

oikawa t

sitting on the couch, rubbing your temples. “tooru can we please talk about this? youve been ignoring me all day” you say looking at him as he paces the room. “oh now you wanna talk? i thought you were too busy with iwa to notice me” he said stopping to look at you. “wow why are you so mad? what does iwaizumi have to do with this?” you say giving him a confused face as you rest your hand on the back of the couch. “y/n why dont you just date him huh? you obviously like him so much, why are you even with me?” he says getting louder each word. “literally what?” you saying this getting him more frustrated. sighing at those words he runs his hands through his hair, “i saw you both hugging if i knew you were just jumping my friends maybe i what've listened to all those girls.” “okay now what the actual fuck tooru? i can't hug a friend all of a sudden? did you just imply that i am cheating? i cannot believe you” you say feeling your anger bubble up, he opens his mouth to say something. “no no! because how dare you, you have girls all over you everywhere trying to take pictures and give you gifts, you expect me to worship the ground like they do dont you? guess what im not, you dont get to accuse me of cheating because i hugged someone that someone being your closest friend just what person do you take me as huh?” you say getting up fast, maybe too fast as the pounding in your head gets louder. leaning your weight on the couch as you continue, “me and iwaizumi share one simple goal and thats to keep your ass in line, all those late nights and you overworking yourself, you not coming to anyone for help and your bratty ass attitude hes the only one who'll help me deal with you, im not gonna let you blame him because all hes done is help you.” you say getting the strength to get closer to him as you try and take a step your legs falter. his initial reaction to everything you said had his eyes widened and mouth agape, seeing you almost fall sent him over to you trying to help. “no i can do i-” you say as you start to fall and everything goes black. opening your eyes slowly you feel something cool on your head, “hey youre up” a voice says softly. looking over to see tooru next to you as he grabs your hand, before you could say anything else he speaks up. “let me talk for a bit yeah?” he asks as he looks at your joined hands, whispering a soft “okay” he continues. “im sorry, im sorry for not noticing you weren't feeling good, im sorry for saying you cheated, im sorry for yelling, i just got insecure after i heard some girls talk about how cute you and iwa look and seeing you both hug like that just set me off” he says lifting your hands and kisses your knuckles. “i like how you dont worship the ground i step on, i like how you fight back but when i need you most youre always there. i appreciate everything you and iwa do, i love you y/n.” he finishes and looks at you with teary eyes, pulling him down into a hug you whisper “i love you too.”

akaashi k

now arguing with him isnt a normal thing, usually you both can speak calmly and work it out. he gets frustrated because you're not listening and he's been having a stressed week and just kinda blows up. sighing as he runs his hands through his hair, breathing in and out slowly trying to calm himself down. you roll your eyes, “keiji im fine can you just leave me alone, you dont have to treat me like a baby- '' before you could finish he lets out a small mocking laugh. “i wouldnt treat you like one if you didnt act like one, y/n grow up and take some responsibility so /i/ dont have to be the bad guy, the stressed one, the one who has to take care of you.” staring at him with wide eyes he continues, “you wanted me to stop treating you like a baby stop looking so shocked.” you feel a tickle in your throat, trying to hold it in hoping if youre quiet enough you could sneak away. ultimately failing and having a coughing fit you feel your legs get wobbly. “were you trying to hold it in? so childish” he says looking away about to walk off, turning his head to look at you before he walks away he sees your eyes roll back. you wake up on the couch with a wet towel and a blanket on you, slowly sitting up and looking towards the kitchen you see akaashi quietly making you food. looking back at the table you see a glass and some medicine. taking the items and washing them down alerted akaashi to you being awake, rushing to you he looks down at his hands as he picks at them. “how are you feeling?” he asks quietly, you answer with a quick “fine.” sitting on the side of the couch he faces you, “im sorry theres really no excuse for the way i acted i just i hate seeing you trying to be okay when youre not.” scooting closer you rest your head on his shoulder, “if what its worth i like when you baby me” smiling at you he kisses your forehead. “i'll remember that.”

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#haikyu x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #tsukishima x reader #kuroo x reader #oikawa x reader #akaashi x reader #tsukishima x y/n #kuroo x y/n #oikawa x y/n #akaashi x y/n #tsukishima x you #kuroo x you #oikawa x you #akaashi x you

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 years

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heavy cross to bear* matt Murdock x reader

+++++++++ Request @juniebugg: reader and Matt are in a very serious relationship (could be married) but then when reader actually sees Elektra, whom she already knew about but has never seen because she was "dead," she gets really insecure and tells matt that he deserves better or something and he reassures her. Angst and smut"

hopefully its not too ooc this is my first MM smut so i hope you like! and thanks again for the request!!

* - you asked for smut and that really is all this is lol, little bit of story.

Song: wasted time by skid row

tag list: @cynic-spirit @juniebugg

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i sat at the table sipping coffee and thinking. it was almost nine at night and i knew i should be getting ready for bed but my body wasn't quite ready to move yet. when matt disappeared into our bedroom i figured he'd be changing into daredevil for the millionth time but when he emerged in his pajamas i was a little surprised. and then it hit me. maybe he knew. hell, he always knew.

but maybe it was just that something was off, that i needed him to say it again, to stay with me and make sure i knew. but then there was her. she had showed up out of nowhere and took me off guard more than anything else up until now. one more doubt at the forefront of my mind. that i didnt believe him when he said he loved me despite being married for a year, despite having dated for three before hand, and despite everything he has done to keep me safe. because he loved her first and it felt like the biggest lie ive ever been told. even after a couple days of sitting on it and hoping it would go away. still it was there. in the back of my mind:

"matt i dont know if i can do this anymore."

his head tilted to the side and he looked confused.

"do what?"

he asked almost worried, moving slowly to the table and sitting.

"this, us. i just- you deserve so much more, so much better than- well, than me."

he was quick to scoot his chair closer to my own, his hand coming to rest on mine.

"hey, dont even say that. what would make you think i would want anyone but you?"

now he absolutely sounded worried.

"i saw her matt."

"saw who?"

i shook my head.

"that woman, your ex. you said she was gone."

"elektra?"

he sounded a little broken.

"shes something else ill give her that much. i see why you like her."

he swallowed hard.

"elektra is dead."

i shook my head.

"then why was she here? looking for you. saying your name with such... god i dont even know how to explain it. matthew."

i repeated it exactly as she had said it and it felt wrong. like i was acting. saying someone elses emotions and intentions. they were no longer mine. or at least it seemed like it. There was a long silence and I just stared at him.

"She was here?"

There was hope in his voice and I figured that was it. It made me angrier than it probably should've and my only response was to stand and walk away. I got half way across the living room before he caught my arm.

"Y/n, that doesn't matter. I-"

He swallowed hard and I tried to study his face.

"You mean more to me than anything. Yes I love, loved, her but I married you. I chose you. I want nothing more than to be with you. For better or for worse remember?"

He bargained and I sighed heavily.

"How can I be sure you mean that? What if she comes back? again."

He shook his head, taking both my hands in his and stepping closer to me.

"Let me prove it to you. If she really is back then it doesn't matter. I'm with you, I love you, and I'll always chose you."

I closed my eyes, feeling him get closer and closer until his forehead was against my own.

"We belong together."

He whispered before kissing me gently.

"I only want you."

He kept just as quiet, kissing next to my mouth once, then twice, making his way across my cheek and to my jaw.

"Matt."

I breathed out and he paused. I licked my lips lightly before opening my eyes and looking at him. He really did seem like he meant it. He was trying so hard to keep it together.

"I can't lose you."

He sounded so broken.

"Do it."

He drew his brows and I brought my hand up to touch his face gently. We were still so close I could feel his breath fanning my neck.

"Show me you mean it."

I said softly and his Expression changed.

"I love you so much."

He said before kissing me harshly, releasing my hands and pressing his fingertips into my hips. I hummed against him as he walked us backwards. We stumbled along as he pulled my shirt up, tossing it to the floor.

"Matt."

I moaned, pulling his shirt up next. It was gone in a second and he was back, kissing me and moving quickly to get my pants down. His hands roamed my body just as much as mine roamed his. I traced my fingers slowly up his torso, grazing over his scars before wrapping my arms around his neck. I gasped when he picked me up. There was a soft laugh that escaped him and I was relieved to see him smile even if it was just a second. He knew it would take some convincing and he was right. I needed to know he meant it. That Elektra wasn't gonna be a problem.

"I need you."

He whispered again, laying me gently on the bed and situating himself between my legs.

"I need you to know how much I mean it."

He kissed my jaw slowly, then down my neck and across my collar bone.

"Prove it."

I challenged, my breath hitching in my throat as he ripped my bra open from the front, his lips grazing my nipple before taking it into his mouth. He hummed against me, his finger tips down my torso and into my panties.

"Matt."

I moaned, dropping my head back as he ran his finger up me and against my clit. i closed my eyes, pushing my head back into the bed as he stroked me, kissing his way back up to my exposed neck.

"i love you."

he repeated against the heat of my skin. when he resituated i could feel how hard he was already.

"i need you."

i breathed out, pressing my hips up into him as he continued to finger me.

"matt."

i whined, him removing his hand long enough to pull my panties down. i looked up to him with lust blown eyes, watching him intently as he got rid of his boxers.

"youre still okay with this?"

he asked and i nodded quickly, pulling his face to mine and kissing him deeply.

"please."

i moaned, inhaling deeply before he kissed me again, pushing his hips into mine. my breath caught in my throat as he pushed all the way into me, catching my bottom lip between his teeth as my mouth hung open.

"i wanna hear you."

he said softly.

"feel you."

he moaned against my shoulder, dropping his head to the crook of my neck as he placed his large palm over my heart. it was already banging at my rib cage begging to be let out but i could have swore it did when he started moving. he pulled out of me slowly before slamming back into me and i moaned so loudly i was surprised at myself. and then he did it again and again, getting a good rhythm. it was long, and hard. nothing like our nights prior, even on his worst of days when he's frustrated and in need of release. no this was different. purposeful.

"matt."

i held onto him for dear life, pressing my fingertips into his shoulder blades as he continued to pound into me in long drawn out strokes.

"tell me. tell me what you want."

he grunted out, trying to sound as steady as possible.

"i want you. god i only want you!"

i cried out as he thrusted upward harshly. then he did it again and i saw stars, my mouth falling open as i moaned.

"thats my girl."

he praised, trailing his hand down my torso and pressing his finger in circles against my clit.

"youre almost there."

he coaxed, building me up. i could feel the tightness building, pressing my hips up to meet him as he kept his pace.

"im so close."

i panted, pressing my finger tips harder into his bicep as i gripped onto him.

"do it, do it for me, let go."

he said softly and i snapped. my orgasm racked through my body and my vision went blurry. i was breathing hard as he rode out my high, still chasing his own.

"im almost there."

he said, squeezing his eyes shut. he moved to pull out but i wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.

"y/n?"

he asked surprised and i leaned up to kiss him.

"just do it."

i said, pressing a hard kiss to his neck. he kept going, knuckles going white against the bedsheets as he came in me with a loud groan.

"oh my god."

he panted, slowing his thrusts.

"i love you oh my god."

he said, dropping to his forearms, trying not to put his full weight on top of me. my legs were still wrapped tightly around his torso as we both calmed down.

"i love you too matty."

i said softly, feeling him nuzzle his nose against my neck. it made me giggle a little bit and i could feel him smiling against my skin before kissing it gently.

"you have no idea how relieved i am to hear that. youre the only one for me. always will be."

i sighed softly in content, kissing his forehead and dropping my legs.

"im sorry i doubted you. i just. i need a reminder every once in a while i guess."

he kissed my chest before pulling out of me and dropping to the bed beside me.

"i will give you as many reminders as you need, as long as we both shall live."

he said, taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it.

"thank you matt. thank you for everything. especially knocking some sense into me."

he raised a brow, a half smirk on his face and i immediately wondered what was going through that mind of his.

"after tonight sense might not be the only thing i knocked into you."

i couldnt help but laugh, him matching it as i rolled onto his chest.

"i know you want nothing more than to tell the father we're finally starting that catholic family with lots and lots of beautiful babies but i still have my iud."

he let out a short laugh sigh before i kissed him quickly.

"but that doesnt mean i couldnt be persuaded into getting it taken out."

he raised an intrigued brow.

"oh?"

i laughed lightly.

"ill think about it. right now i just wanna live in this moment with you."

i said the last bit through a yawn, resting my head against his chest and hearing his heartbeat.

"i love you."

he whispered, earning a hum from me as i dozed off.

#wattpad #x reader #337 #matt murdock #smut #daredevil #marvel #imagines #one shots #requests

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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Fearfull Proposal

Summary: henry plans a romantic proposal... and instead of coming clean about your secret fear of heights and ruining his romantic plan, you put on a brave face... well until your nearing the top of the london eye.

Warnings: fear, fluff, swearing, typos.

You quivered as you rose higher and higher over londons skyline.

Fuck why? Why the fuck had you got in this dangling glass death trap. A faulty few bolts and you'd be plummeting into the fucking thames!

Henry was standing by the window looking out at the glittering lights in awe.

You were standing with your back turned to the houses of Parliament hands clutching the rail eitherside of you knuckles white. Knees knocking.

God this was the stupidest thing you'd ever fucking done! And it was your own fault.

"Babe, look! God big ben looks soo small never been on this at night"

You hummed nodding but continued looking to the floor.

Henry paused when you didnt correct him with the whole 'big ben is the bell' you usually countered

He turned looking back to you and his stomach dropped.

"Babe? Whoa are you okay there love?" He asked frowning as he saw your eyes clenched shut almost as if you were in pain.

You were trembling and pale to the point he fearded youd pass out.

"Here come sit down and relax, i packed some snacks-" he said placing the specially packed bag of snacks and screw top mini wine bottles.

"No! No I'm fine... I will just stay here... By the saftey bar" you said giggling nervously sparing him a glance and patting the metal you were holding onto for dear life..

Henry faltered and really took in your apperance unsure what to do. It wasn't like he could get you off, you had to ride the ride.

"Babe? Are you scared of heights?"

"Nooo dont be sillyeee- OH MY GOD IM GONNA FUCKING DIE!" you began laughing him off then screamed as the ride stopped.

Instantly you ducked crouching whilst wrapping your arms around the silver bar shouting bloody murder.

It didn't help you were bathed in purple light so couldn't see shit.

Henry got up and rushed to you standing over you arms rounding you holding you securly.

"No, no its fine love... shh its fine baby, they said it could stop to let people on poppet remember?" He said quickly rubbing your sides as you cowered trying to fend off the temptation to look at the thames below.

"Y-yeah fuck hen- im sorry i just..." you mewled turning towards him tucking your head to his chest.

"Scared of heights huh? Why didnt you tell me?" He sighed pressing kisses to your head as you whimpered adn the ride began moving once again.

"Because you went to all this trouble, you planned this surprise and i didnt want to ruin it, you were soo excited" you sniffled blinking at him.

"Hey shh you silly girl, you should have told me. You wouldnt have ruined anything you silly sausage" he cooed winding himself around you tighter.

He was actually annoyed at himself, how the fuck had he not known his girlfriend of a year and a half was scared of heights?

He'd suspected a fear of heights when you both went on holiday for your birthday, but youd managed to convince him it was a fear of flying and planes... not heights.

And come to think of it you didnt even like the glass lifts in shopping centers, you ran to the corner and held on eyes locked onto the doors the entire time.

So this was the worst surprize he could of planned for tonight. Things weren't going to plan. Fuck.

"Babe im sorry" he apologised feeling like an asshole.

"No no dont be, this was extremly sweet bear" you said quickly not wantin to make him feel bad fpr your own short commings.

"Theres noting sweet about terrifying you"

"Do... do you want to sit down? Ill hold you the entire time" he offered peaking to the central bench where both your bags sat.

"I.. yes okay i think sitting will be better" you said then yipped as he prompty scooped you up and placed you in his lap securly.

"Im so sorry love, I just wanted to make this special and romantic" he muttered holding you as close as he could letting you know that you were safe and sound.

"It is! It is love really im just a baby" you said quickly grasping his face pulling him closer before peppering his face with kisses.

"Your not a babe we all have our fears" he said quietly pressing his forehead to yours.

"You dont" you sighed closing your eyes trying to ignore the snails pace of the pod that still rose over london.

You could barely feel it, but your fear amplified it.

"Oh but i do~" he replied peering at you, as yur eyes fluttered open.

"Like what?" The questionnescaped before you could think.

"No" he said eyes now becoming worried, anxiety clouding them.

"No?"

"Yes, at the moment thats my biggest fear" he said releasing a shakey breath as you frowned at him not following but didnt dwell as your ees darted to the side seeing the houses

"You see, i was trying to be all romantic and wait untill we got tp the top, but i think you'll be too terrified"

"Henry?" You said leaning back unsure about the serious tone he seemed to take.

"I brought us here, to the spot we met two years ago today..." he said drawing deeper breaths as the reality of what was about to happen hit him.

"Was it really?" You asked surprized he'd remember something like that. Anniversary? Definitely. But the day you first met? And asked for a selfie with a series of embarrassing squeaks? No you didnt think he'd remember.

"Yep. I remember doing a promo and shoot on this thing, then got off and was sat next to you in wagamama"

"And i squeaked for a selfie" you groaned with a small giggle.

"Im glad you did, i scanned instagram for days after- scouring my hashtag trying to find you... i kicked myself for not getting your number~"

"I still cant belive you did that... but im gld you did henry"

"Who'd have thought the nervous little thing trying not to even breath in my direction would be my girlfriend six months down the line"

"Or that we'd last this long?" You quipped at him trying to reme,ber to breath.

"And.. hopefully a lifetime? Despite me dragging you intoyour actual living nightmare- which i promise to never do again! Not even lifts"

You scowled and tilted your head to him not sure if you heard him correctly.

Untill he pulled the small velvet box from his pocket.

"Henry?! What? You cant be serious?"

"Oh but i am love, as much as i want to do this right and drop to one knee i doubt you'll thank me for releasing you?"

"Dont you dare let me go!"

"I think you'll find im trying to do the opposite~" he chuckled opening the box revealing the simple elegant ring three tiny diamonds.

"Im trying to marry you..."

You gasped eyes glazing over as you locked on to the dainty ring pinched between his fingers.

"I love you y/n, and i want to know if you'd become my wife and share your life with me. Will you marry me?"

"Oh god yes of course its a yes henry i love you bear!" You cried throwing your arms around him making him grunt and quickly clench his fist arohnd the ring before he dropped it.

He groaned into you rocking from side to side littering your head with kisses before peeling you away to sit the ring on your finger.

You looked at the glittering stones on your finger weeping. You may have been cursing yourself for getting into this godforsaken glass bauble in the sky.

But now you were he happiest woman alive.

"I love you bear"

"I love you too"

"Would you like some wine? I brough the little cute bottles you like" he offered nodding to the bag of snacks.

"Err lets not push it hun" you whined not sure wine at this altitude was a good idea.

You kept glancing at him still sniffing and giggleing unable to look from your ring for long.

"Gotcha, no wine"

"You look surprized i said yes?"you quipped needing to talk and take your mind off the fact your at the tippity top.

"I made you face one of your nightmares i thought you'd slap me silly when i ask" he scoffed pressing a kiss to your cheek unable to stop.

"Never love... but please never ever get on this thing again okay?" You pleaded fluttering your lashes at him pleading.

"I swear. Never again, but seeing as this is our one and only ride we should take a few selfies? Mark the occasion?" He said standing letting your feet hit the floor but never once did he let go.

"Absolutly, gotta show off my new fiancé" you hummed rising to share another kiss with him not really paying attention to the height you'd now reached, you had more important things to think about. Like sharing the rest of your life with this glorious man.

"My thoughts exactly" he grinned pulling out his phone aiming it at the two of you, makeing sure to have the hand that rested on his chest donning his ring in shot.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #oh for fic sake headcannon #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x y/n

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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part 2 for angry fuck gray?

{ok i know i have two angry gray concepts but im too lazy to write from them both, so you can use this blurb as a part 2 for either of them- found here or here. enjoy your horny bastrards.}

to say grayson dolan thought you were beautiful was an understatement. your beauty was as blinding as the last beam of light from the sunset illumiating the bedroom you both shared. the green from the feature wall reflecting into your iris as you stare passionately into grayson eyes from below him. your body trapped benathe his as you beg to be touched, desperate to have his hands all over you and claim you as his own like he’s done many times before.

the pleasure bubbling in the pit of your stomach, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as you feel yourself get wetter and wetter at the sight of your boyfriend. ready to ponce and take out all his pent up anger on your body. to use you as his own personal sex toy for his pleasure alone- denying you off yours. you feel grayson’s finger trace down your skin, starting from your swollen lips all the way to your stomach, then cunt. tracing shapes along your hip bones teasingly until hes exactly where you need him to be.

you jolt your body into his touch, beggung for some kind of release as grayson was working painfully slow for your liking. he was a work of art, sweaty, flustered and angry all at the same time, smirking down at you as he thrived in the way he could get your body to cave and react in just one simple touch. he owned you and you knew it.

“gray- fuck, please,” you beg, eyes rolling into the back of you head when you feel grayson press his thumb onto your clit. applying pleasure to the sensitive area as he starts to rub circles, teasing you. “need to cum.”

“not so fast, baby. if you weren't such a teasing cock slut, who likes to play stupid pranks on her boyfriend, then you wouldn’t be in this mess.” grayson picks up his pace, now using his whole hand to run violently at your pussy lips. his other hand holding your hips down as you tried to push them closer.

“tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he growls. picking up his pace as he swipes his hand side to side between your legs. your juices falling from your tight hole that has his licking his lip. desperately to taste your sweetness.

“tell me, or i could just leave you here. with your sweet juices dripping down your thigh, pussy begging to be fucked like the whore you are.”

“you gray,” are the only words you manage to let escape your lips. throwing your head back with a pornographic moan as you feel your climax approaching and fast.

“thats not my name, sweetheart. i’ll ask again, who's pussy does this belong to.”

“you daddy-fuck!” you squirt. your juices spraying out of you as grayson contuined to viciously rub you through your intense high. face close to your cunt to catch as much of your cum as he possibly can.

“thats right. its my pussy.” he pressed a kiss to your overally sensitive bundle of nerves.

“my pussy to play with, my tight little hole to tease, fuck and taste. fuck- i need to feel you now.”

grayson gives you next to no time to slow your heart rate completely before he’s plunging his thick member right into your tight hole. hissing between his teeth as he feels you clench around the tip. sucking him in like a vise before your walls get accustomed to his size. his large rough hands on your hips sure to leave marks as he thrusts in and out of you at such a rate, you’re sure to see stars.

“you like that huh? my little slut loves it when daddy ruins her tight little pussy,” grayson growls, eyes turning black with lust as he watches you whimper and shake beneath him. reacting to his body in such a wave of pleasure, begging to release for the second time tonight.

“ye-yes, daddy FUCK-“ you scream out, knuckles turning white from how hard you’re gripping at the bed sheets. back arched as you try every position possible to feel grayson deeper inside you, exploring your insides as he does best.

“gonna squirt for me again, sweetheart?”

at this point you’re a mess. a sweaty, panting, whimpering mess and grayson loves it. he pulls his dick out painfully slow, teasing you for a second longer before he thursts into you again with such force. the sound of his balls slapping against your skin, edging him on further.

“daddy, fuck- im-“

“look at me when you cum, slut.” grayson’s voice is stern, a tone you know not to mess with and it has you lifting your head with any little strength you had left and looking into his eyes. the sight of him right there, panting and moaning above you, was enough to make you cum on the spot.

“gonna cum- ahhh!” your moans music to his ears. his thrusts never slowing down as he feels himself get closer and closer to his own climax. the warmth of your walls pushing him to the edge.

“cum with me, angel. gonna fill you up, nice and full.”

with a few more heavy thrust, and the addition of grayson’s thumb flickering at your nub, you squirt for the second time that night. an overwhelming feeling of your own orgasm and the one grayson is having inside of you. a mixture of your own cum and his swimming around inside your pussy. making you feel so warm and full that it has you clenching your walls together to prevent any from spilling out. thankful, grayson senses your desperation and helps out with that.

coming down from his own high but refusing to pull out of you just yet. needing to calm him breathing and heart rate down before he evens thinks about releasing. so instead, he’s curling up behind your body, tangled in his limbs as he kisses your neck sweetly and praises you for being such a good girl- his good girl.

fingers getting stuck in the ends of your matters hair as he massages at your scalp to coax you to sleep. his limb penis tucked perfectly inside your folds, where it would eventually stay until the very next morning.

“my good little girl, get some sleep, sweetheart. i love you.”

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the-acid-pear · 3 years

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Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol

#luly talks #btg #i ran out of space but that's good cuz im sleepy and have 3% of battery lol #i wanted to reach chapter 260 but this works #14 last episodes for tomorrow woo #baki liveblog

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thewolfisapartofmysoul · 4 years

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Okay lovelies...

Dewey finn x reader fic. Our sweet Dewey Finn gets the reader a dog as a suprise. Superfluffy!

Got an amazing request from @bugdrinkss

And iknow it essentially was an ask about a puppy... But it turned out an older dog. At the end of this fic I'll explain why.

Hope you enjoy reading.

Melody

You smiled as you looked around the group you was teaching, all the puppies looked tiredly back at you from their spots. A beautifull sight, especially with the setting sun shining a warm orange light upon the pups.

"Okay guys... you and the doggos have been working hard. Good job. Let's wrap it up for tonight. Class dismissed." you joked to your group as everyone took their dog on the leash and walked off the training-field. You snickered when you saw most of the puppies were too tired to walk to the car properly, their tiny paws clearly heavy from the 30 minute class.

"Hey... guys... carry the pups if they are too tired to walk okay...? Tiny legs means a bigger distance to get to the car. Help those babies a bit. See you guys next week."

When the group left you huffed as you went to clean up the field. You loved training dog's... but the puppy groups always wore you out. Tiny braincells, tiny concentration and high expectations from the humans attached to them.

You checked your phone. Dewey called. He knew you were teaching, and he should be at band-practice tonight. You frowned and decided to call him back. Worried something was up, you cursed silently as the phone rang...

"Mister Finn... you better remembered to bring your house key this time..." you groaned tiredly.

Your eyebrows shot up as you heared the sound of the gate to the field opening, at the other side of the field. Weird... you thought everyone had left. Just when you were about to take a look, Dewey picked up his phone. "...Hey dear..." he spoke.

You heared the smirk in his voice even through the phone. This made you smile a bit, his voice never failed to cheer you up. "Hey Dew... you called?"

Dewey replied with a hum: "...yeah i did. Hey... erhm... sweety... CATCH!"

You was about to ask what the hell he ment by that, when a tennisball flew your way from across the field. You yelped and by reflex catched the thing before it hit your nose.

You heard Dewey chuckle through the phone, and you saw him strutting towards you from across the field.

"Hey sweetheart... you got a hell of a reflex..."

He hang up the phone and waved a dorky wave your way yelling: "Good catch babe!"

You smirked and took a deep dramatic bow... "Thankyou very much for that almost-hit-in-the face... Hey rockstar! Why aren't you jamming with the guys?"

Dewey pulled you into a kiss by the dog-leash that was dangling loosely around your shoulders. "...Ned got sick, so no band-practice for me tonight." he pouted. "So i figured I'd come and stalk my dog-teaching girlfriend to see her in action."

You kissed him again, ruffeling your hands through his brown locks and pulled away. "Thats so sweet Dew. You sure you wanna stay? It's getting a bit cold and I still gotta teach one more group before I'm done."

He pecked your lips again, smiling happily when he did so. "... I'd love nothing more sweetheart." He mumbled, his hands caressing your sides as he spoke.

You grinned: "Okay champ... Lets get moving then. Gotta set the field up for the older dogs. I need the hoops and the long leashes... do you mind getting them for me, Dew?"

Dewey smiled at your excited antics. Loved seeing you bounce in excitement when you guided the dogs and their owners. Practically buzzing with excitement he happily watched you teach your group. He smiled seeing you put your heart and soul in your favorite 'resque-group'.

You've been a dog trainer for 4 years now, and according to your clients... a good one too.

The most fun you had with the 'extra special' classes. The dogs that were shelterdogs or resque-cases or second-hand-home-assecoires...

The world gave up on those lovely furry souls because they had some 'luggage'... and it gave you great joy to make the dogs and their owners understanding each other better.

When the lesson was over and everyone left you skipped over to were Dewey was lounging. Your still excited form kissed him deeply, and he tugged you closer by your waist. You felt his rosy, warm, scruffy chin brush against yours and he tickled your side as he murmered between kisses: "Hey... you rocked with that group... Those are some awesome dogs, man... especially the brown with white one. What's his name again?"

You smiled and your eyes lit up at his comment. You caressed Deweys stubble and he had to hold your shoulders to stop you from bouncing. "That beauty is Melody. She's the best of my class. But the owners still try to find her a good second home, they are forced to move to an appartment where there are no dogs allowed."

Dewey frowned a bit and he stroked your hair when he asked: "They are lining up for that beauty, right? Can't be that hard to find her a home..."

You smiled at Dewey. He noticed the smile didnt reach your eyes though. You sighed deeply: "Well Dew... Melody carries some... instructions with her. This is my fixer-upper class remember?" Dewey nodded, and you continued: "Melody is a sweetheart, but she's got some issues. They can't find her a home, because she's scared to be left alone, and is quite vocal. She barks and howls a lot. With proper training, thats fixable. But most people dont have the time or patience..."

He pulled you close to kiss your forehead, his hand lay on your cheek as the other drew patterns on your lower back. You swallowed deeply and looked him in the eyes. Your heart always went out to your clients and dogs, but Melody was different.

Dewey pulled you into a big hug after he saw the flash of hurt in your eyes. He knew you loved your groups, and every single dog in it... Melody was no exception. He pulled you flush him and you buried your face in his neck. His arms held you tight. You sighed at his sweet gesture. Reveling and drowning in his comfort, hugging Dewey grounded your emotions a bit.

"Im gonna help you love. I'll ask around at school for you okay? I'll flyer around the bars... we're gonna find Melody a good home. Okay?" Dewey mumbled against your hair and you nodded.

You were gonna do this together.

You looked happily up at Dewey, and gave him a quick peck on his lips before shouting: "Last one to gather all the hoops is a loser!" And you bolted halfway the scentence.

Dewey shook his head with a smirk on his lips, trying to race you to gather the hoops.

.....

Later that week you came home from grocery shopping and you dropped your bags tiredly in the kitchen. You walked over to the kettle to make yourself some tea. Dewey was in the living room, and you heard him jamming at his guitar. The humming of his voice and the sound of his guitarstrings were always a happy sound to listen to. You smiled a bit and shouted to Dewey: "Hey rockstar... want some coffee?!" He yelled back at you: "Would love some sweetheart! I'll be there in a sec...."

You brought the coffee machine to life and fixed Dew a cup, after that you plucked some mint off the plant and put some honey in a teacup.

You heard the water had starting to boil, the high whistling sound of the cettle filling your ears. You calmly went over to the stove to turn it of, but frowned at the sound coming from behind you.

A howl reached your ears. A howl?

You quickly turned around and looked straight in the happy face of Melody. Still howling happily together with the cettle on the stove.

You quickly turned off the stove and crouched, Melody jumping in your arms. You chuckled when she licked your nose and made a happy noice.

"Hey... hey... my happy high note... whatcha doing here sweety?"

Melody barked at you excitedly and ran out of the kitchen to the living room.

You curiously followed the dog and was suprised with the sight of Dewey standing awkwardly in the living room. With a leash in his hands and a dog bed at his feet. You noticed quickly that the dog-bed had little guitars on it, and you couldn't hold back a smirk. Dewey's face was a mixture of excitement and nerves, but he smiled brightly at you. "Hey love, welcome home. I erhmmmmm...." he awkwardly scratched his stubble and you saw the knuckles of the hand that was holding the dog leash turning white. Your eyes darted down towards the food bowl at your feet, that said 'Melody'.

You beamed at Dewey and squeeled a high pitched sound as you launched yourself into his arms happily. You squeezed him tightly against you and kissed his cheeck while you reached for his brown locks. You heared him mumble against your neck: "....IMightHaveAdoptedMelody...."

You jumped up and down in excitement and pulled back to press a sweet, excited kiss on Deweys lips. He pulled back and continued: "... i just... want you to be happy... and i think you would be an amazing dog mom..."

At that Melody howled again, making Dewey and you look up from your embrace. Dewey kneeled and melody pressed her wet nose against his hand, asking for a cuddle too. Dewey chuckled when Melody sang in sync with the "awwwwwhh..." you chocked out at the sight. You pulled dewey into another happy kiss again and chuckled at the confusion on the face of your boyfriend. Melody was sitting in front of you both, touching the leash in deweys hands repeatedly with his nose.

Dewey looked up at you with a dumbfounded expression. You smiled softly at him... man... he had a long way to go.

You petted Deweys hair and murmered against his lips: "Someone wants to go for a walk dad..."

He smirked at that, kissed your lips and turned towards Melody. With a high pitched voice he sang against her: "Melody... you wanna go on a walk with mom and dad?" Melody barked, chased her own tail happily and lay down. You and Dewey laughed at the obvious awnser. You took the dog leach in one hand, and Deweys fingers in the other and walked out the front door.

Suddenly a thought hit you. "Hey Dew...."

He turned his head to look at you: "Yes dear?"

You squeezed his hand a bit, kissed his scruffy cheek again and continued: "Melody's dog class is at tuesday.... bring her ball and a lots of kisses to woo the teacher okay? I expect you at 8..."

The reason i chose a grown dog instead of a puppy. In my opinion puppies are way too often bought in an impuls or whitout much thought into it. Iknow a lot of dogs who have to go to shelters because the owner has no idea about the specialisations of the breed he gets, or is givin a dog as a gift. Character and breed are a big thing, every dog (breed) has his own needs. Remember this. Please... do research to find out if the dog you are going to buy is a match.

@ironmansuucks @paxenera @heknowshisherbs @hoodoo12 @large-unit @little-miss-shy-goth @thats-specific @vicunaburger @go-commander-kim @stranger-strings @bugdrinkss

#soft dewey finn #dewey finn imagine #dewey finn #dewey x reader #dewey finn fanfic #dewey finn fanfiction #dewey finn x fem!reader #dewey finn x you #dewey finn x reader #school of rock broadway #school of rock the musical #school of rock fanfiction #school of rock #school of rock musical #alex brightman #bouncy oddball #its so fluffy

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ddaengyoonmin · 5 years

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Fate/Bangtan Chapter 6

Genre: DystopianFuture!au; Prison!au; historical and mythological characters; based on the Fate/ anime series. Fluff (if you squint), Angst, Smut (it’s gonna be real smutty in some chapters 😳) Action and fighting will be a definite theme.

Pairing: poly!Ot7 X Reader (This chapter is mainly Jungkook x reader. Namjoon reader and Jungkook x Namjoon)

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: Mentions of death; gangs, guns; murder; toxic relationships. Oral (female recieving), dom!jungkook, sub!namjoon, double penetration, choking, biting/hickeys, jungkook has mental issues due to trauma,

Taglist (Sorry if i forgot anyone im so bad at taglists): @bellexwriter @3rachascompass

@im-emo-motherfuckers @i-like-puppy-mg

@mynameisstruggling @kaekae-h @skys-luce-stellare

@seesawsmin-flower @oddkpopgirl @caibaby23

@spider-thot0115 @sunshine-or-some-shit

@em1joon @aclp-jb1d @monvieesdaebaek

@mother-forker @karissassirak @littlebluebird-al

@namjoonsslutakakoreanmanswhore @d-noona @chloefran @kingsuckjin

Beta read by my lovely and amazing friend: @heyitsayjayy i cant thank you enough babe <3

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The roar of the rider servant revving his engine continued to echo throughout the buildings. A bright orange flame accompanied by shimmering sparks shot out of the back of his motorcycle with each thundering twist of his hands on the handlebars.

You heard the man next to you gulp loudly.

“I think that's...” an awestruck whisper came from your other side.

You turned your head first to Jungkook who had spoken.

“Do you recognize him?” you asked.

“Only from books of course, but, yeah. That’s Evel Knievel” His eyes never left the place where the rider servant sat. A nervous tattooed hand brushed it’s fingers through his hair. You could see some wording written on his knuckles in black ink. He always seemed so shy and sweet, yet the more you thought about it, his look and style were quite the opposite. He was dark and rough looking, and if you hadn’t gotten to know him you’d assume he was an intimidating person.

“Anything I should know about him?”

“Not sure. He did stunts thats all I really know” he shrugged.

You turned to Jimin next to you who was also locked on to the site on the rooftops above your team.

“Run or fight?” A voice shot out. You turned around to see Jin looking around the group.

“I don’t think we could outrun him” Yoongi commented, his lips were pursed together slightly, and you heard him cuss under his breath.

“I really didn’t want to fight this team” he muttered.

A loud shout ripped through the air and before your team had been able to decide on their plan, the motorcycle and the man riding it were racing down from the rooftop and directly towards you.

“What do I do?” you yelled out. Hoping that your master would give you some kind of direction.

Your team was silent and unmoving as the motorcycle neared your team. The older men on the rooftop all shouting and cheering for their servant as they disappeared into the building.

“Please run!” you called out to your motionless team mates.

You knew you had to think of something fast. You had a slight idea, it’d be hard to execute, but maybe...

Your men hesitated but complied after a moment, running off to the side and leaving the machine and it’s owner heading towards you and you alone.

You stood with your fists clenched tightly, staring down the man eye to eye.

5-4-3-2-1….

You jumped high in the air, spinning and attempting to knock the rider from his ride. Yet he was too fast for you, too experienced with his motorcycle.

With a loud screech he skidded and turned around in a 180 degree spin. Only a few feet away from you now, he took out a large silver metal bat with stars painted in glittering blue scattered across the tip. His hand was quick to remove it from where it had been attached to the side of the motorcycle.

“Fuck” you hissed.

The motorcycle jolted forward and he sped past you faster than you could react to him.

The first thing that registered in your mind was the sound. A loud crack. The next thing that occurred was pain. A splitting headache, instantly pounding. The third thing that happened was your loss of balance. You were now falling back to the pavement. Vulnerable and helpless.

Your mind was hazy and the memory seemed all too familiar.

That hammer really hurt…

No. It was a bat.

Or was it a hammer…

He had hit you over the head. How could he? Your own husband…

No, that wasn’t him…

Where were you?

When were you...

Everything was fuzzy. You couldn’t tell what was now, and what was a distant memory.

“And for my next trick! I’ll splatter these streets with your blood.” Evel growled, matching the low growl of his engine and preparing to charge.

His teammates had now made it down the stairs of the building and were standing out near it’s doors, cheering loudly and pumping their fists in the air.

The rider had a small smirk on his face, the large flames and sparks from his machine spouting out behind him like a beautiful painting. You supposed this could at least be a poetic way to go. Yet, if you go, your teammates…they would be killed...

You winced and tried to stand the best you could. But you knew you weren’t going to be able to get out of the way in time.

As you braced yourself for your fate, your insides curdling with the nausea that came with the thought of your team being slaughtered mere minutes from your own demise...

A loud pop sounded out in the air. Instead of hitting you, the motorcycle that had been rushing towards you was now flipping over forwards. The rider flipped over the handlebars and skidded across the ground, the motorcycle making it about ten feet further than his body.

You staggered over to him, your head injury causing you to stumble a few times, but you were determined to get to him.

He was pressing his hands to the gravely pavement and pushing himself up, standing up and rolling his shoulders back a few times trying to shake off his injuries from the fall.

You wound yourself up for a kick and tried to execute your plan. Only to have the rider’s hand catch you by your ankle, roughly holding your leg up in the air as he growled and spat a bit of blood to the side.

Another loud pop.

Your ankle was released and the man in front of you fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. Another loud pop.

He was flat on his back. Eyes opened. But his body lifeless.

You didn’t understand...what could have happened?

You spun around to face your team. Yoongi stood in front of the others, arms out and a gun held tightly in his hands.

He had saved you. He had saved you all and you once again were useless. You knew you’d be hearing about that later.

You now saw that the rider servant’s team were standing with dropped jaws and horrified expressions.

You knew you’d have to take care of them...but you didn’t know if you could.

Once you had made your way back to your team it seemed the others were discussing the same matter.

“We have to Yoongi” Namjoon spoke sternly.

“That's so fucked up. It's so fucked up” he was shaking his head, his eyes tearing up. “I won’t do it. I won’t let you do it”

“Give me the gun Yoongi” Namjoon hissed “I’m so sorry. Trust me. I don’t want to do this either”

“No” Yoongi’s voice cracked and he shook his head, one of the tears released from the corner of his eyes and fell down his cheek “please there has to be another way” he quietly cried.

“Namjoon is right Yoongi” you muttered. “We have no choice…”

“Fuck this. Fuck all of this” Yoongi sobbed, shaking his head and holding the gun out to Namjoon.

He took the gun and turned it over in his hands a few times.

“I might need a bit more ammo,” he winced realizing how many members on the opposite team he’d need bullets for.

Yoongi sighed and pulled out a box of ammunition for his gun.

Namjoon loaded the gun, closed his eyes, shuddered, and took a deep breath in.

“Anyone who doesn’t want to see this, turn away now” He warned your team.

Jungkook spun around instantly, followed by Taehyung, Hoseok and Jin. Yoongi didn’t turn around, but his eyes shut and you saw him pressing his nails into the palms of his hands.

Jimin stayed staring at the scene, maybe it was his experience for these kind of things. Maybe it was that he wanted to support Namjoon. But something kept him locked onto the scene before you.

You moved to Jungkook who seemed the most shaken up, turning away from the moment as well. Jungkook's arms shot out and he clutched onto you tightly, burying his head into your shoulder.

He jumped with each shot that rang out. A small whimper escaping his lips. You wrapped your arms around him as well, trying your best to soothe him.

Namjoon returned to the group solemnly and with a rigid stance.

“Lets go.” he whispered.

Once again you couldn’t bring yourself to look back on the scene behind you as you hopped on the back of the car.

You knew what and who laid there.

A drone whizzed past the car, all of you looked up at it with grim looks.

Jungkook shook his head at the sight of the camera excitedly rushing to film the bodies.

“Fuck you!” you screamed out, throwing up your middle finger to the passing camera as Yoongi had done the other day.

You turned to look at your master who was opening the door to his driver’s seat. He was looking right at you, a small smile grew on his face...

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When your group arrived back to the house Namjoon instantly rushed into his room, slamming the door behind him.

“Should I…” Jin whispered to Yoongi, who simply shrugged in return.

“I’d give him a bit...that was...rough” Jimin spoke “I watched it all and,” he shook his head quickly “That's not what we are used to. That’s not how we did things before. That was…” he moved his shoulders like a shiver had just run up his spine.

The group was silent for a few moments.

“I’ll make us some dinner” Jin broke the silence. The rest of you nodded.

“Goddess?” A soft voice whispered beside you.

“Yeah Jungkook?”

He didn’t respond, instead grabbing your hand and stepping away from the group, tugging you with him.

“What’s up?” you asked confused.

Still silence. He continued to pull you towards the direction of the rooms.

The rest of the group seemed too caught up in the conversations they were having to care about your absence. But, they all definitely noticed, they always noticed anything that you did.

Maybe it was Namjoon calling off the rule, but for some reason none of them seemed to think anything of the fact that Jungkook was now pulling you into his bedroom.

He shut the door behind you, hanging his head. His black hair fell down covering his face and he brought his hands together pulling on his fingers nervously.

“I need you” he spoke quietly.

“I’m here?” you cocked your head to the side.

His face shot up quickly to meet yours. Gone were the soft and nervous eyes of the boy that you had grown to know. Gone were the shy mannerisms that always laced every movement and feature of his body.

“I need you” he emphasized.

His dark eyes heavy as his bit down on his lip looking you over.

One of his tattooed arms reached out and his hand held the side of your face. A black outline of a rose was inked into the inside of his arm, it was beautiful, he was beautiful.

“Please” he mumbled softly.

His doe eyes were full of lust and want, scanning you over, pleading yet still somehow stern and demanding.

Any thought you’d had of him being one to give up control in the bedroom was gone.

You leaned forward to him, your fingers aching to run your hands through his messy black hair.

Jungkook chuckled slightly noticing your neediness.

“Yes?” He cocked an eyebrow up while his hand started to drop from your cheek and move to trace small circles over the top of your exposed chest. You shuddered at the feeling of the light touch of his fingers against your skin.

“You did say you wanted me” he winked.

“What’s got you feeling so bold?” You finally came up with a response for him. “You’ve been so shy, you don’t seem like yourself right now.”

Jungkook pulled his hand back from you and stepped a few steps back and shrugged, now looking embarrassed and more like the Jungkook you were used to.

“I was just trying to...trying something out…” he started to mumble and look down to the floor. “Sorry” he whispered.

“Don’t apologize!” You quickly tried to recover the closeness that he’d taken away, stepping so close that his broad chest was almost pressed up against you. “I wasn’t saying I didn’t like it! It just surprised me, I pictured myself being the one to take control with you, that’s all” you explained

Jungkooks eyes crinkled as he laughed breathily, still looking down at his feet.

“So you’ve been picturing this” his eyes now slowly lifted to meet your own.

“Maybe” you felt your cheeks grow warm with slight embarrassment. Of course you’d pictured yourself with him, how could you not. Even though bedroom Jungkook wasn’t quite how you’d expected, the side of himself he had shown you was driving you crazy with want. You wanted to explore this bold and forward Jungkook that he seemed capable of pulling out from some forgotten corner in his mind.

“Well sweetheart, sorry to ruin your fantasies of me, but there’s no way in hell I’d let you take control here” he growled, his face serious as he tilted his head back, biting at his lip. He then sent you a quick flirtatious wink again, letting you in on how much he was enjoying this new persona he’d decided to try on.

Maybe it was the war, maybe it was the idea that any of you could die tomorrow that pushed him to try new things, whatever the case, you both were glad he’d decided to.

His lips landed on yours before you could even think about leaning in to meet them. Both of his hands held your face as his frantic and lustful kisses were given. He pressed himself against you fully, pushing against you and forcing you to take steps back before you fell to the bed.

Jungkook pulled back from the kiss but stayed on top of you, holding himself up arms length away from you. His hands pressing into the small lower bunk bed on either side of you.

He stared down at you with his hungry and almost feral dark eyes.

“Fuck.” He hissed, pushing himself up, he sat with his legs straddled across your hips and lifted his shirt over his head quickly.

He was so muscular and his skin was scattered in tattoos of many different things. You caught one that stood out to you, the words “Out of my Mind” were tattooed right under his left collarbone. You had always wondered what that one said, only ever seeing the very top of the lettering when his shirt would slip down slightly.

Jungkook tossed his shirt to the corner of the room and then dove back into you, grinding his hips roughly against you to relieve some of the need that was growing.

One of his hands harshly grabbed and squeezed your tit through the fabric of your dress, his lips scattering passionate kisses all up and down your neck.

When he lifted his hand to brush a strand of hair from your face, you caught the words that you had noticed written on his knuckles earlier today.

‘OOPS’ was written in plain block letters.

You grabbed his hand and observed them.

“Why oops?” You were confused by his choice of that word.

Jungkook simply shrugged, a weird expression on his face.

“Don’t even remember ever getting that one” he spoke simply like that was the most normal thing in the world. “This one either” he pointed to the first one you’d noticed under his collar bone.

“How do you not remember getting a whole tattoo?” You chuckled.

Jungkook though wasn’t joining in the amusement “I think Taehyung did this one when I was too drunk to remember” he motioned to his collarbone. “And everyone says I did this one myself” He wiggled his fingers looking at his hand. “I try not to think too hard on it. We’ve all been through some rough shit…” he paused and seemed to drift into a thought he didn’t want to vocalize. “I think there’s a lot of things that we’d rather forget. Jimin says I’m lucky that I blacked a lot of things out, and he won’t tell me…”

Your eyes widened, these men had been going through hell long before this war, long before this prison.

“Sorry to bring the mood down” you whispered.

“It’s fine” jungkook lifted his shoulders up and down, “like I said, I don’t really remember”

‘Out of my mind’ … a part of him was. Maybe it should scare you. The way this moment brought out a side of him you’d never seen made you wonder what other dormant parts of Jungkook were just sitting inside of him ready to be unlocked and unleashed.

Though he said it didn’t bother him, Jungkook was terrified of what those memories might be. He’d been sure he’d never killed anyone, he prided himself in being a behind the scenes member of their gang. Yet, there were moments when the other members spoke, reminiscing on past crimes and encounters with other gangs, only to just stop. They’d fall silent and try their hardest not to look to Jungkook. So then he’d doubt himself. He knew he’d done something...something bad, something none of them thought he could handle reliving. Maybe it really was for the best.

You wished you could’ve been there to help them with all of the horrors they’d gone through, you wished you could take away the obvious pain that Jungkook felt over this.

The most you could offer was the pleasure that your body could give him. While you were sure that wasn’t enough to erase all the hurt, for a moment...you could send him into bliss. If that was all you could do, you were going to do your best.

You pulled his head back down into a deep kiss with one hand, and with the other, pulling off the straps of your dress and shoving it down, presenting your bare chest to him like an offering.

He took your offering instantly, reaching a hand to play with your nipple, pinching it between his fingers roughly, causing you to wince and let out a small whimper.

“Ah, so I see you’ve decided to sleep with someone other than Taehyung for a change” a voice boomed out from the doorway.

You gasped and Jungkook instantly rolled off of you.

Namjoon stood with a blank face, his arms folded over his chest as he leaned against the doorway.

Thinking that namjoon was speaking to you, you opened your mouth to reply.

But, Jungkook answered first.

“We’ve been over this. Same as Yoongi and Jimin, he’s not my boyfriend or anything” Jungkook hissed out.

You were covering your chest pulling up the fabric of your dress.

Namjoons eyes were locked on you, and you could feel the fiery lust that your spell caused growing stronger the more he lingered in your presence.

“No need to cover up on my account Goddess” he chuckled. “Unless you really don’t like me that much”

“I-I” you started to stutter.

But Namjoon cut you off, still looking at you yet talking to Jungkook.

“Yeah okay.” He scoffed “You may not call him your boyfriend, but every time I’ve tried to…” he trailed off “you always say he’s the reason you won’t…” Namjoon’s features started to crumple up in an angry expression as he recounted his previous encounters with Jungkook regarding this.

Jungkook groaned and rolled his eyes, pushing himself up and walking over to Namjoon.

“You’ve had a rough day, you’re lashing out.” Jungkook spoke annoyed.

Jungkook had always turned Namjoon down, and he used Taehyung as an excuse. Though he and Taehyung were in no way exclusive, in fact they frequently had other partners besides each other on the outside and neither of them could care less. Yet the reason he denied Namjoon...it was something personal. It was the way Namjoon looked at him like they’d already done it before. It was like a memory lingered in Namjoon’s mind, one that Jungkook couldn’t quite grasp.

It frustrated him, and made him resent Namjoon for not telling him. At least Taehyung pretended that nothing had ever happened, brushing things off with a “I have no idea what you’re talking about” if Jungkook ever asked about the broken pieces of his mind that he couldn’t seem to find.

Namjoon made him mad. So mad...yet he couldn’t deny the pull that had always remained. Nothing like the pull he felt towards you, but if anything else in the world could be compared to the feelings he’d always harbored and tried to bury about Namjoon, your spell would be it.

The bold and confident Jungkook had not left the room, that was very apparent as he reached his hand out and brushed a thumb over Namjoon’s cheek.

“What? You wanna fuck us hyung? Is that it?” Jungkook teased.

Namjoon smacked his hand away. His eyes flicking back and forth between you and Jungkook.

“I know you’ve always wanted to fuck me. And we obviously all wanna fuck her, because fuck-“ Jungkook hissed out spinning and motioning to you “just fucking look at her” he almost moaned out.

This all completely surprised you, you’d thought it was just Jimin and Yoongi that had fooled around, but now it seems that most of them had some relationships with each other like that...

Namjoon bit his lip slightly and pulled himself from the wall, his eyes trailed up and down Jungkook’s bare chest. He lifted his hand and brushed it against the inked words under his collarbone and sighed as if something about those words really affected him as well.

Reminding you of what Jungkook had mentioned just moments ago.

Something had happened to him, something happened and Namjoon knew…

“Jungkook...I” Namjoon stuttered.

“Fuck” Jungkook hissed “all the times you’ve begged to fuck me? And now I’m finally saying okay and you hesitate?” Jungkook seemed genuinely angry.

This moment seemed to be getting far too personal, you felt slightly uncomfortable and started to consider leaving.

“I’m saying I don’t care, I don’t care that you won’t tell me what happened to me to make me not remember. Cuz who the fuck wants to remember the shit that happened to us” Jungkook cried out, tears starting to form in his eyes.

You now realized what was going on here, Namjoon needed to forget today, what he’d done today would haunt him forever…

You couldn’t make him forget forever, but if being with Jungkook and you might help him…

“Please fuck us Namjoon” you said cutely. Trying to change the subject for their sake and bring the two boys attention back to you.

You remembered Namjoon saying how he wouldn’t be able to resist if you asked, it was a hopeful choice of words. And it worked.

“Fuck” he gasped “yeah...yes” his eyes widened and he instantly stepped into the room closing the door behind him.

Jungkook watched carefully as Namjoon pulled his shirt over his head.

He had far less hidden tattoos than Jungkook, just two stars, one on each side of his lower abs.

Namjoons gaze moved between you and Jungkook, wondering where he should start.

Jungkook, who seemed to really be falling into this dominant position of control well, made the decision for him, pulling Namjoon close to his chest and planting a kiss on his plump lips. He then took Namjoons lower lip between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth and biting down, dragging his lip.

Namjoon hissed out at the painful feeling, his eyes squeezing shut.

Jungkook released his lip and chuckled.

“Ah baby” he teased with a wink “let’s not leave our goddess out hm?”

This couldn’t have been the first time Jungkook had been this way...it couldn’t have been. He’s far too good at it, far too talented at taking control. It was so sexy timid, shy Jungkook taking control of you and Namjoon at the same time.

Namjoon nodded shyly, looking over to you, and then his eyes landing on Jungkook for direction.

“You can touch her hyung. But you need to get yourself undressed first hm?” He grinned widely checking out the older man while brushing a finger over his lower lip.

Namjoon ran a hand through his light brown hair nervously. He couldn’t believe he was really doing this. Here with you...here with Jungkook. It was like a dream come true in the middle of the worst nightmare he’d ever had.

A part of him wanted to stop, save this moment for a day where he wasn’t so fucked up in the head.

But he decided to continue, because he couldn’t promise himself that day would ever come.

Namjoon dropped his pants and boxers to the ground, letting his long, fat cock free from the restrictive jeans. He was so hard that it almost hurt, he felt guilty for being so turned on after the day he’d had. He shouldn’t be rewarded for what he’d done...no...he needed punishment. And he knew just how to get it.

“Maybe just y/n and I can be alone together? It feels weird with you here…” Namjoon turned to Jungkook next to him who still stood only half naked and now jaw dropped.

“Oh is that so?” Jungkook rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek, getting incredibly ticked off by the older man’s words. “After all the times you begged” he walked over and grabbed a fistful of Namjoon’s hair, yanking his head back.

“Maybe I just don’t want you anymore” Namjoon spoke with a smirk, egging him on further, pushing him exactly how he wanted him.

“Namjoon. On your fucking knees you liar” Jungkook growled. “Y/n. On the edge of the bed. Spread that pretty pussy for us and Namjoon is going to eat you out until you cum. And if he does good maybe he can touch me too” he ordered.

You complied instantly, moving your dress up and presenting yourself to the two men in front of you.

Namjoon let out a needy whine at the sight, licking his lips excitedly.

Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath and spoke a quick ‘fuck’ under his breath.

“Now Namjoon.” He commanded his hyung.

Namjoon nodded slowly, his wide eyes locked on to your pussy. He inched forward and brought his face to your core. You felt his warm breath tickle your outer folds and you shivered slightly.

He took one hand and spread you further open to give himself better access. His other hand squeezing your thigh gently.

You looked down and noticed that his eyes were meeting yours for a moment, as if asking for permission to begin.

You nodded and gave him a sweet reassuring smile. He didn’t hesitate now, diving right in to the wetness in front of him.

His tongue flicked over your clit at lightning speed. You gasped out and bucked your hips up into his mouth in response. He used the hand on your thigh to steady you as he continued his pace.

You looked over to see Jungkook standing heavy lidded, pupils dilated and grinding his teeth together as he tried to hold himself back from jumping in and taking Namjoon’s place. His erection was throbbing in his pants, aching to get out. Aching to feel you wrapped around him in any way that he could get you...your mouth, your hand...your perfect pussy.

You felt your orgasm building under Namjoon’s quickening tongue. You cried out loudly as you were right on the edge.

The sight was so beautiful Jungkook almost forgot his plan for this moment.

“Wait stop!” He quickly got out.

Namjoon pulled back instantly, and you pouted at the denial of your orgasm.

“I want Goddess to beg me to cum. Come on temptress. You tease us all day long, did you really think I’d forget what a naughty girl you are? Did you really think I’d forget how you’ve been with four of my friends before me? Hm?”

He got on the bed next to you, crouching down and bringing one hand to wrap around you throat. It was different than when Yoongi had done this, Jungkook’s hand was placed there with control, and reason. Yet you couldn’t help but replay the beautiful moment with your master...missing it.

Jungkook was now breathing a soft breath of air out against your ear. Then suddenly nipping harshly at your lobe.

“Ah!” You squeaked out.

“Babygirl. Did you really not think I was worth coming to first? I’m honestly a little jealous. Namjoon too, he’s just being too nice to say anything. You know that’s why he lashed out at you earlier right?”

Was it? You thought he hated you for what you were...but...could he have just felt neglected?

“Namjoon?” You asked softly.

Namjoon sheepishly looked down.

“I’m really sorry about that Goddess...I was harsh, and I felt left out. I felt like you didn’t want me, that you wanted them all more than me. I’m sorry”

You rolled your eyes. Jungkook sat up so that you could get up and plant a soft kiss on Namjoon’s forehead.

“I forgive you” you smiled while kissing him on one cheek, “and I want you very much. You almost made me cum so good just now. I can’t wait for you to finish what we started here” you praised him.

His face lit up, and he looked over to Jungkook who was lounging on the bed on his side in a relaxed position with one hand propping up his head. He gave the two of you a look of approval.

“Well. Now that that’s sorted. Beg.” His voice dropped a few octaves on his last word, he resumed his position of hovering over you, his face mere inches from yours, noses almost brushing as his eyes bore straight into yours.

The look in his eyes was so wild and animalistic that you should’ve felt afraid, but instead you felt yourself growing even wetter.

“Please” you whined.

His hand shot to your throat. Not pressing down or restricting at all, yet still firm, a reminder that he could if he wanted to.

“Beg. Better. Beg like you mean it,” He hissed out through clenched teeth. Namjoon was on his knees a few feet back from the bed, sitting back on his feet, watching you and Jungkook with hungry eyes.

“Jungkook please let me cum” you desperately pleaded. Jungkook had one leg on either side of you straddling you and pressing his still clothed erection into your naked core, rubbing against you and soaking the front of his pants with your wetness.

He glared down at you, yet you could see the hints of lust that covered his expression.

“That’s a pathetic excuse for begging” he grumbled under his breath, “But your face tells me how desperate you are” he smirked, tightening his long fingers for a moment around your throat. You jerked your hips up into him as he did this, so turned on by the feeling.

Jungkook scoffed and shook his head, pulling himself away from you completely and walking to stand over Namjoon.

“Your turn” a sinful smile grew on Jungkook’s face as he stared down at the older man. Namjoon’s eyes widened. “Show Godess what I mean when I say beg” he growled tilting his head up and biting his lip as he ran fingers through his jet black hair, his bicep flexing as he did.

“Jungkook, Please let me eat Goddess’s pussy until she cums. I want to feel her cum on my tongue and drink up every last drop” Namjoon begged, not breaking eye contact with Jungkook as he did.

“And what makes you think you deserve to” Jungkook bent over slightly and grabbed a handful of Namjoon’s hair, jerking his head back and getting mere inches from his face, his stern gaze piercing into Namjoon’s eyes.

“I don’t. God. I don’t deserve it sir. But she does, please let me make her cum. I’d do anything. I’d do anything for you Jungkook, I’d do anything for her” Namjoon’s voice cracked as he answered, wincing at the pain of having his hair pulled so roughly.

“Good boy” Jungkook softened his grip and brought his lips to meet Namjoon’s. You felt a loud gasp leave your lips.

The sight was just so erotic. Jungkook’s kisses seemed controlled and well placed, while Namjoon’s were desperate and frenzied, he brought his hands around the back of Jungkook’s head pulling him deeper into the kiss. Namjoon seemed like a man starved, a man who’d waited a lifetime for this kiss. It was so different than the first kiss you’d seen from them, the emotion behind this was filling the whole room with it’s aura.

Jungkook pulled back from the kiss and whispered something in Namjoon’s ear. You couldn’t make out what it was, but whatever the words were, it caused Namjoon to shut his eyes tightly and flash a smile of relief and pure joy.

“Okay. Make our Goddess cum now” Jungkook pet the top of Namjoon’s head, motioning for him to return to his position between your legs.

Namjoon picked back up where he left off, flicking his tongue over your sensitive and throbbing clit. Your fingers made their way to intertwining themselves in his hair, holding him close as you moaned out his name needily. Jungkook moved next to you on the bed, lying on his side and bringing a hand to pinch one of your nipples harshly. You squealed at the pain, but you didn’t want him to stop. He started to suck on your neck, leaving purple marks on your skin.

“I’m going to cum soon” You gasped out. You felt Jungkook quiver at your words, and he pinched down even harder on your nipple.

Namjoon responded with a loud moan, and an even quicker pace against you.

“Namjoon, Fuck” you pulled on the strands of hair that you held in your hands.

Your orgasm was right there, so close…

“Cum for us baby girl” Jungkook whispered against the skin of your neck.

And that was all it took for you to come undone. You screamed out in pleasure as the waves of your orgasm took over your body, Namjoon carrying you through it with his tongue and lapping up every drop that you gave him as he said he would.

Your chest rose and fell dramatically as you tried to get a handle on yourself after that incredible high.

Jungkook released your nipple and planted a soft kiss on your neck where he’d just left the last mark.

Namjoon massaged your inner thighs gently as you released your grip on him and he pulled his head back.

Jungkook now stood, dropping his pants and boxers to the floor, his long cock springing free from it’s cage.

You licked your lips hungrily as he walked back over to the bed, he pulled some lube out from a drawer in the nightstand next to the bed then sat down without a word.

“Where do you want me sir?” Namjoon now stood in front of him.

“Where do you think I fucking want you.” Jungkook spoke lowly.

Namjoon dropped once again to his knees, this time in positioning himself between Jungkook’s legs instead of yours.

“Suck.” Jungkook growled out his order, roughly gripping Namjoon by his hair and jerking his head forward to his cock.

Namjoon moaned out lewdly as he moved his hand to grip the base of Jungkook’s throbbing length.

He was returned with a loud slap to the side of his face.

“I didn’t say to do that. I said suck. Put your fucking hands away” He hissed.

Namjoon quickly pulled his hand back and nodded, lowering his head to take the tip of Jungkook’s cock in his mouth, then taking the length fully.

“Wow” you whispered. Namjoon continued to suck Jungkook’s cock like it was his last meal, slurping loudly and humming around him.

Jungkook was throwing his head back, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Fuck fuck, baby stop” he groaned, using his grip he’d had on Namjoons hair to tear his head away from his cock.

“Goddess.” Jungkook motioned for you to come over to him, “Sit on my lap and let me fuck that tight ass while Namjoon fucks your pussy” a smirk growing on his face as he saw your jaw drop.

You hesitantly made your way over to Jungkook, he smacked your ass hard as you stood with your back facing him getting ready to sit on his lap. Jungkook put a bit of the lube on the tip of his cock and gently rubbed it all over.

“Now goddess” he ordered, now using both hands to spread your ass cheeks apart as you started to sit down on him. He steadied himself on the edge of the bed, using his grip on you to keep you from losing balance.

You felt the tip of his cock start to press into your hole.

“Relax baby” he spoke calmly, gripping your hips and bringing you down further around him.

“Fuck that feels so good, so fucking tight” He hissed out, his grip tightening as he pushed into you.

Once you’d taken him fully he gave you a moment to adjust before motioning for Namjoon to come closer.

Namjoon, bent slightly to reach where you and Jungkook now sat on the bed together, and Jungkook leaned back a bit as Namjoon rested his body against you, positioning his cock right at your entrance, waiting for a moment to make sure you were okay with this.

“Fuck me Namjoon, please” you moaned out, feeling so fucked out already from the feeling of Jungkook in your ass, but wanting more. You needed to feel Namjoon fill up your pussy.

Namjoon nodded, biting down hard on his lower lip as he pressed himself into you, stretching you out and filling you up. The feeling was pure bliss, both of them inside of you, Jungkook’s back pressing against your back, and Namjoons chest now pressed against your chest.

Jungkook leaned forward and gave Namjoon a soft kiss on the lips before starting to slowly move inside of you.

You gasped out sharply at the feeling. Namjoon took that as his cue to start moving as well, keeping his thrusts in sync with Jungkook, loving the feeling of your pussy, and the way he could feel Jungkook’s cock through the wall of your pussy. So tight, so perfect…

You wrapped your arms around Namjoon’s neck, feeling yourself start to tear up from the overabundance of pleasure coursing through your body.

“I-I-I” you tried to tell them you were about to cum but you couldn’t get the words out.

Jungkook chuckled and brought his lips to your neck again, nipping at the skin and digging his nails into your sides where he gripped you, holding you steady as he sped up his pace.

You started to grow limp from all of the pleasure rushing over you, Namjoon and Jungkook both held you steady now, curses and moans falling from both of their lips.

Your orgasm flooded over you, causing you to shake and writhe between the two men.

“Fuck.” You heard Namjoon hiss out, “So. Tight. So…” His eyes clenched shut and his pace grew unsteady.

“Cum with me baby” Jungkook spoke out in a gravely low rumble. At that Namjoon stilled and you felt his warm ropes of cum start to fill you up.

Jungkook wasn’t too far off, grunting heavily as he sped up and fucked into you hard, his hips slapping against your ass cheeks, then growling out a loud yell of your name as he emptied himself inside of you.

“Fuckkk” He moaned out, pulling out of you and laying flat on his back.

Namjoon still held you as you sat on Jungkook’s lap, cum now spilling out of you and onto Jungkook and the bed.

“Lets get cleaned up hon” he whispered gently, kissing you on the top of your head. “You were so good for us baby” he praised you.

Namjoon then pulled out of you, picking you up in his arms bridal style and carrying you out of the room to the shower, Jungkook following close behind, not caring who saw the three of you in your post sex state.

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After you’d gotten cleaned up and sufficiently recovered from your session with the two of them, Jungkook left, telling the two of you he was tired and going to bed.

“I’d love it if the two of you joined me in there in a moment” he winked, lingering at the door as you and Namjoon were re dressing.

“I thought we were all sleeping in the living room” Namjoon furrowed his brow. “You might be in charge in the bedroom. But I’m your leader” he reminded him.

Jungkook scoffed, “I’m sleeping in my own bed tonight. If you want to let me sleep alone, that's on you” he shrugged, winking again and heading out of the room.

“That boy, what am I gonna do with him” Namjoon chuckled and shook his head “Did you have fun Goddess” he smiled cheekily at you.

“Yes. Why do I feel that wasn’t the first time you’d done something like that with Jungkook though” You teased, not realizing your mistake until Namjoon froze and his expression grew dark.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to..”

Namjoon shook his head “No it's fine.” he sighed, “There's just. Things about Jungkook, I don’t know if I should say”

“He talked a bit about not having all of his memories…” You spoke quietly.

“Yeah.” Namjoon nervously ran a hand through his hair, “Yeah.” he repeated.

“You don’t half to talk about it if you don’t want” you wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in his chest. “It’s gotta be tough”

“I love him. I’ve loved that insane man for so many years” He whispered.

“You pulled back and stared up at Namjoon who’s eyes were not filling with tears.

“You should probably know his story.” He sighed “You might find out eventually, he seems so close to having another lucid moment again, it’s bound to come out, you should be prepared.” Namjoon then took you to his room, the two of you walked past the younger men’s room to see Jungkook fast asleep in his bed.

You sat down on one of the lower bunks, Namjoon sitting next to you silently for a bit, deciding where to start.

“Jungkook was never our computer guy. He was our top muscle, our best killer. Everyone called him the Phantom of Death. He had a boyfriend. Another member of our gang named Baekhyun. There used to be 8 of us. I loved Jungkook even then, and we started to sneak around and fuck behind Baekhyun’s back. Jungkook was in love with me too, it was obvious. But he just couldn’t bring himself to break up with his boyfriend, he loved him more.” Namjoons eyes stared down at the floor.

“One day Baekhyun walked in on us together. He couldn’t handle it. It drove him mad. The next week a hit had been ordered on Jungkook. Five men jumped him on his way home that day, and Jungkook killed them all. It wasn’t too unlike him to handle himself that way. But, he just knew that it was Baekhyun who did it. He went back to the home he shared with Baekhyun, who was surprised to see him still alive.” Namjoon clenched his eyes shut as a tear fell down his cheek. “When we found Baekhyun the next day his face seemed like it’d been punched to shit...” he shuddered “So hard that it killed him. And he couldn’t handle it. He really did love him, it didn’t just break his heart what he’d done, it broke his soul”

You sat with your mouth gaping open, shocked to hear that Jungkook was capable of that. Scared Jungkook who seemed so nervous at every battle.

“He disappeared for about a week. When he came back he was wearing the same clothes, covered in blood, no one really knows entirely what happened. But he had the tattoo on his knuckles, the same hand that killed his lover.” Namjoon’s fist clenched tightly “And he’d completely forgotten about everything. He didn’t remember anything he’d done, he thought he was our tech guy and that he’d never killed a soul, it was some strange story that his brain made up for him so he could cope with what he’d done. He forgot he’d ever been with me.” You put a hand over Namjoon’s hand and held it tightly, nodding as you listened to his story, your heart breaking for him.

“He started sleeping with Taehyung. I was jealous but there was nothing I could do, none of us wanted to tell him anything that could remind him of what had happened. He seemed happier that way. Until one night, he must’ve had a night terror, all the memories of what happened. He was laying next to Taehyung in bed and almost killed him before realizing what he was doing. When he came to he passed out for two days. That's when Taehyung gave him that tattoo, more as a reminder for us that our Jungkook could snap at any moment.”

“I’m so sorry” You whispered, not quite knowing what to say.

“What's happened has happened I suppose...” He shrugged “Thanks for listening. I needed to talk with someone about it. All the emotions from what I did today. I was scared that maybe I’d snap too” he admitted “But being with you, and getting to be with him again. It really helped” Namjoon pulled you close to him. “Let’s go join our Jungkookie in bed okay?”

You nodded with a small smile, following Namjoon into the room and crawling next to Jungkook who instantly smiled a sleepy smile.

You had a lot to think about after today, you didn’t know these men at all. They were dangerous, maybe that was good for this twisted game you were all playing. All you knew for sure about them, is that no matter what they'd done...you were falling in love.

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You woke up that morning sandwiched in between Jungkook and shirtless bodies. You nuzzled your nose into Jungkook’s chest and pressed your backside into Namjoon’s front, who in response wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in even tighter.

You felt so safe and warm. The heavenly memories of the night before were replaying on a loop in your mind.

The sound of the door opening directed all of your attention to the noise.

“Wake the fuck up!” Hoseok screamed out, his eyes wide, his hands frantically motioning for the three of you to get up.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook mumbled, sitting up and trying to rub the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I knew we should’ve all slept together. How the fuck did this happen?” You heard Jin’s panicked voice outside of the door.

At that you shot up rushing into the hallway, Jin met your gaze, tears were filling his eyes.

“Wha-“ You started quietly as you walked into the living room, your stomach was overcome with a tingling fear. You didn’t like the anxiety ridden aura in the house right now.

Taehyung sat on the couch with his head in his hands.

“Jimin is gone. Someone took him while we slept.” he whispered pointing to the spot on the floor where Jimin and Yoongi had been sleeping.

Your heart felt like it stopped instantly. Your blood grew cold and the needles of fear pricked into your spine. *no...not Jimin*

“M-master?” You whimpered out to the man laying on his side on the floor, blank faced and seemingly in a state of shock.

“He’s been like this since we found out…” Jin shook his head.

“Well let’s fucking go get him.” You stood tall and spoke with confidence. “I actually think I know where to look first” you added.

Though, you hoped that you were wrong. If he was where you thought he was, the chances of getting him back were low…

#bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #jungkook x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook smut #namjoon smut #bts imagines #bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #btswriterscollective #ksmutclub

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remembermewhentruthbecomesalone · 4 years

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The Amusement Park: An Obey Me Fanfic

It had been just another day in the devildom. RAD was bustling with students and teachers as everyone was rushing towards their classes. Ravina was headed towards her devildom history class, the last class of the hour when she heard a voice behind her.

"Ravina!!! Ravina wait up!!!"

She turned, her medium length raven hair pony tail sweeping as she turned her head. It was Luke. He seemed a bit out of breath trying to catch up to you.

"I've been looking for you everywhere!" He said.

"Well, you found me!" Ravina said with a grin. "What's up?"

Luke beamed, holding up two tickets to what looked to be an amusement park of sorts. "Simeon gave me these!" He said. "But Simeon's gonna be busy this weekend, so would you like to go instead?"

Ravina was a bit taken aback. "Me? Are you sure? Wouldn't you rather go with Solomon?"

Luke shook his head. "No it has to be you! Besides Solomon is a little weird. He wouldn't want to go to an amusement park."

Ravina chuckled at Luke's comment. She thought Solomon was pretty weird too. "Alright. Sounds like fun!"

Luke's face was literally the embodiment for happiness itself hearing your answer. "Great! Oh! And please don't tell the brothers! I just want it to be the two of us."

Ravina nodded with a wink. "See you this weekend then!"

And without a doubt the weekend came, and Ravina could barely hold back her excitement. She loved roller coasters. The thrill of an amusement park was simply amazing. Not to mention the fireworks they usually do at the end. As promised, Ravina didn't tell the other brothers anything. Simply that she wanted to go out alone for a day.

Ravina and Luke met up together and took a bus out to the amusement park. On the way there, they listed the rides they would go on, the foods they would eat, oh and of course who could forget photos. Luke was just tall enough to make the cut on the big kid roller coasters. While Ravina wanted to sit in the front row "for the adrenaline rush" Luke insisted that they sit in the middle. Ravina complied, after all, just getting to sit on the roller coaster itself was a dream come true. They ran around the amusement park for most of the day, trying out all the different rides, even some of the kiddy ones. They took lots of photos both together and of each other. Finally, it was close to sunset, and both of them felt awfully hungry. Trudging over to the cafeteria both of them got burgers with fries and milkshakes.

"Im stuffed" Luke said, laying back in his chair in the amuement park open Cafe.

Ravina laughed. "I guess that means you don't have any room for the waffle ice cream surprise." She said with a grin. "I hear its the best in town"

Of course Luke could never deny a sweet. After all, Micheal loved sweets and if Luke tried all of them out, he could make them.

"Wait here. I'll go get us some."

Ravina got up to go to the ice cream stand. She ordered a vanilla nutmeg waffle surprise for Luke and Chocolate chip cookie dough one for herself. She was waiting for her order to come up, when she heard a voice.

"Hey! Put Me Down!"

It was Luke. A gang of low class demons had come over to pick on him. "What a low life." Said one of them. "Don't you know angels don't belong in the devildom" said another. "Maybe we should pluck his wings" the third cackled.

"Don't you dare!" Luke wrung himself free from the demons grasp, only to end up on the floor.

"You little brat." The demon growled.

He was about to reach for Luke when suddenly a massive punch hit him across the face. It was Ravina. She had been a bit slow, after all, she was still human. But still managed to strike a blow on the demon. The demon stumbled back in surprise.

"Ravina!" Luke gasped.

"You leave Luke alone!" Ravina shouted at the demons.

The demon who had been hit snarled. "Your going to regret that." Ravina brought her arms up, to counter what ever attack she knew was coming, but was too slow. The demons were too fast for humans and the demons claws striked across Ravina's right bicep. It tore through her shirt right into her flesh, knocking her to the ground beside Luke. Ravina cried out in pain, as blood poured through her wound. She put her left hand over her bicep, applying pressure to the wound. She glared at the demons, anger and adrenaline rushing through her veins. The group of demons grinned wildly.

"Let's teach these brats a lesson shall we?" A fourth demon crowed.

"Not so fast." Within a split second a demon had his hands around the throat of the demon who had just spoke. It was Mammon. And in full demon form no less. "No one messes with my human." He growled, his eyes glowing with power.

Two of the demons begin to back up when they ran straight into Beelzebub. In his full demon form he looked even more muscular as he cracked his knuckles. "I'm hungry. And it looks like your on the menu."

The third demon tried slithering away when a tail lashed out tripping the demon to the ground. It was Belphegor. "I'm really going to enjoy this." The demon glowered, a fanged grin spreading across his face.

"Your doing it all wrong." A voice came from behind Ravina. It was Satan. She looked over at him as he ripped a part of his shirt. He tied the cloth tightly around Ravina's right bicep to stop the bleeding. "There. Now why don't you two, Levi and Asmo go get your ice cream and ahead home." Satan said with a wicked smile.

"Here." Asmodeous helped Ravina and Luke to their feet. "Oh no! Your beautiful bicep! I swear if that scars I'll never forgive those demons."

"Two waffle surprises here." It was Leviathan.

"Good. Now Levi, Asmo, get these two back to the House of Lamentation safely." Lucifer's voice beamed. "We'll take care of this."

The lower leveled demons cowered at the presence of Lucifer. Ravina, despite all the anger she felt, felt a bit sorry for them. She turned away from the fight, wincing a bit at the pain from her wound. "Come on Luke let's go."

Back at the House of Lamentation, Luke, Asmo, Levi and Ravina sprawled out in the living room. The ice cream Ravina had bought for her and Luke had been finished hours ago and it was nightfall. Luke felt awfully guilty that Ravina had been wounded, and Ravina insisted that Luke had no reason to feel guilty.

"Man, Satan, you are a real monster you know?" Mammon's voice came from across the hall as he entered the room.

"Personally, I would have done much worse." Lucifer stated as he followed.

"I could use a nap. Ravina! How are you feeling?" Belphegor stated, looking back to his sleepy, tired self.

"Better. Asmo got be some pain pills so..." Ravina trailed off. She felt awfully guilty for being so weak.

"Yes well, Ravina, I really must thank you." Satan said with a smile. "I haven't had that much fun in the past 200 years."

Ravina blinked. "What did..."

Mammon and Levi both shook their heads. "Its better if you don't know." Leviathan stated.

"Right...." Ravina said. " Wait. Where's Beel?"

"Here." Said a muffled voice behind a mountain of food and groceries. "I bought Luke some cake. And I got Ravina a mango dragon smoothie."

Ravina laughed. She highly doubted that they were actually gonna get the chance to eat any of it, but was grateful none the less. "I do have one question. How did you guys find us? I didn't tell you guys where I was going."

"Oh thats easy." Asmodeous said. "Mammon here followed you. And we followed him" Asmo said wrapping an arm around Mammon. To which Mammon replied with a prompt "hey!!!"

"Well im glad." Ravina said.

"Yes and next time please do tell us where your going. At least we'll know your safe." Lucifer said. Ravina nodded and agreed to be more careful next time. Everyone spent the rest of the night eating the food that Beel had brought. Even Luke had a good time after Ravina insisted he stay for dinner.

*Ravina and Luke only had one bite of cake before it was promptly devoured by Beel. However, Ravina shared her mango smoothie with all the demons, including Luke.

#obey me #shall we date obey me #obeyme #obey me fanfic #amusmentpark #obey me luke

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nightingalesfeverdream · 5 years

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"We need to tell someone"

Starker short fic 18+.

Warnings: Smut.

"We need to tell someone..." Peter frowns, looking at Tony whos resting his head on Peters thigh while reading the newspaper.

"No we don't" Tony says back quick, turning the pages around and giving Peter the comic, ever since they ...became a thing .. Tony has tried his absolute best to avoid that thought, the thought of telling anyone that they are a thing because it could cause a major shitstorm not only in the media but also their friends... family could turn their backs to them.

"Tony!" Peter smacks him a little, putting the comic to the side and taking Tonys glasses away so he can't read anymore "Im serious okay ? We really need to tell May, or Pepper.. anyone" he sighs. Watching as Tony sits up slowly.

"Why ruin this ?" Tony asks. "Think about it, when we first met you were...14" Tony says. Seeing Peter roll his eyes then "See? Thats what i mean your not thinking this through. They gonna think i harassed you when you were 14 or 15 or whatever, they gonna lock my ass up for that, well they gonna try and they will fail obviously but still. Theres rumours enough about me, i don't need this stress and drama right now".

And with that Tony gets up and goes into his lab to avoid the conversation, like he always does and Peter really hates nothing more..But he gives Tony a few until he follows.

"But you didnt harass me ! You never touched me when i was a minor. Altough i made it hard for you ! Cant we just tell them that ? Make them believe us?" Peter asks when he enters, looking at Tony whos hunched over his work desk acting super busy.

Tony drops what he was holding, spinning around on his chair. "Nobody is going to believe us, stop being so Naive!" Tony says back, watching the boy and taking a deep breath. "Being naive is better then hiding all the time, im tired of it. I wanna throw my damn happiness into people's faces, make everyone See how Happy i am to be Tony Starks boyfriend". Peter sighs deeply.

" fiancé" Tony corrects with a soft smile.

Peter smirks a little at that, playing with the ring on his finger "Please" Peter whispers, moving closer..."Please make a press conference and tell everyone about us" he moves to sit onto Tonys lap, feeling those strong and big hands go around his waist and back, moving around on the mans lap on purpose.

"Let me think about it some more, okay ?" Tony asks, putting his lips onto the boys neck then, kissing up behind his ear and starting to move his hand to Peters crotch. But Pete... He knows how to play Tonys games by now.

"Fine. No Sex until then" he huffs, getting up from Tonys lap and smirking wide, challenging Tony. He knows hes the one to most likely give in cause Peter neeeeeds this man inside of him at least twice a day. But he got toys and fingers hes gonna hold up without Tony.

"Thats a losing game for you sweetheart, your not gonna win" Tony says, getting up and folding his arms infront of his chest, his slight tent in his jeans obvious already. "You need me bad don't you? Been thinking about it since i came through that door, i know you Pete." Tony shrugs.

"But fine. If you wanna play this game so be it, if i win tho... we gonna get married in vegas just us two and hide out on the Bahamas for at least a month" he smiles gently, watching Peters nervous eyes.

"Deal" he breathes out, biteing his bottom lip and then he leaves to the living room again, which was hard enough.. But God that upcoming week was pure torture! Tony is mean when hes horny, undressing infront of Peter because 'he wants to shower' yea right, he saw right through that.

But for a whole week Peter is able to not let Tony get his hand into his pants, literally.

The mornings were the hardest, also...literally.

Tonys morning wood pressed against him, driving the boy insane and getting out of bed much earlier then just to avoid the temptation. Its fun and also the most frustrating thing hes ever done, because he feels himself so drawn to Tony its awful, but every fiber in his body needs that man, to bend him over something and fuck him until Peter can't walk anymore.

Thats what hes thinking about when hes jerking himself in the shower, fingers knuckles deep inside of his hole, moaning Tonys Name when he cums into his hand. That was the second time today, he can't stand this anymore.

When Tony makes a press conference for something totally different Peter is in the back a little behind Happy, still covered up as Starks intern, but for a short moment he had his hopes up that Tony will say it, will admit to their relationship.. So everything feels like its in slow motion, looking around the room.

And then....

Peter steps forward to where Tony is standing, taking his head into both hands and pressing his lips onto Tonys, infront of the whole room of reporters. The flashing of camera lights go off like heavy rain on a roof window shocked gasps fill Peters ears but all he can hear, all he can think about is Tony.

When they pull apart after a little moment Peter has a wide smirk on his lips, his eyes almost filled with tears because hes so happy that he had the courage to do this, to finally get what he wants, for them to be offical.

"MR.STARK !!! MR.STARK" The Reporters yell cause they want answers want him to talk about what just happened. But Peter and Tony are already being moved out of the room by Happy and others, and in a short moment where nobody is looking Tony pulls the boy into the bathroom.

Locking the door and moving over to him, kissing him deeply again. Pushing Peter back until he has the sink against his back which Tony then lifts him onto, moving between his legs. When they pull away again to tear eachothers clothes off Tony speaks again "You are so...insane..." He mumbles, kissing Peter again when the boy opens Tonys belt.

"And you Love me for it !" Peter says back, getting a wild nodding from Tony.

They undress until they are both naked, and Tony pushes inside of him, suprised to feel him rather wet and open instead of dry and tight. "God..you played with yourself again !!" Tony moans deeply, and Peter chuckles a bit.

"So..So many times, thinking about you" he whispers. He can't describe how much he missed it, the feeling of having Tony so deep inside of him , getting fucked the way he loves it. Moaning for Tony like a whore because he knows thats what Tony likes.

"I love you, so so much. I can't believe your balls are bigger then mine. Such a brave young man" Tony flirts while fucking him with hard and deep trusts, feeling the Boy clench around him already, spilling his cum between their stomachs.

"I knew you needed it bad sweetheart" Tony smirks, then he cums inside of Peter, feeling the boy get chills all over his body. "Im the luckiest man alive" Tony whispers when hes coming down from his strong orgasm.

When Tony pulls out they clean everything up and leave, hiding a few days but they their phones havent stopped ringing so they turned them off eventually.

"Why are you reading this?" Tony asks, snatching the Magazin from Peter where they both are on the Cover, throwing it into the fireplace "Hey!! I was reading about what people say about us..." Peter frowns.

And Tony sits down next to him, kissing his lips again and then looks deep into his eyes.

"Fuck what People say about us!".

The end.

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hey-hamlet · 5 years

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BNHA AU Ideas : University Professors (in Love)

Also on AO3!

TL;DR:

Due to a long-standing feud between various Law and Science professors, the students from those respective degrees don’t get along very well. What better way to foster some good (or at least non-violent) relations between departments than to start a new science-in-law degree?

Too bad the Law and Science professors - Yamada Hizashi and Aizawa Shouta, respectively - working on the course together hate each other's guts.

(Well, until they fall in love.)

Oh and Izuku and Hitoshi are sleep deprived first years running on noodles and Redbull, but what else is new?

this is at a big ass, top tier university

all might is like, the david attenbourgh of this universe but he got injured on set and moved to teaching, he's not that relevant i just wanted to include him because hes a good man

so, aizawa is under all might in the science faculty hierarchy, but not by much considering how young he is. aizawas the animal physiology teacher and does shit tones of research with zoos and shelters for husbandry studies

now, the two big draws of this campus are like the wet sciences and their law section, but the whole campus is pretty swish: like if gatton and st. lucia were connected with land but still as weird as the other.

Now none of you know anything about my uni, so imagine not quite an Ivy League school, but still one of the fancier collages in your state, with a redneck agricultural campus slapped on. But the rednecks are liberals.

Now imagine they are run by the same people

so one of the law lectures retires and they get a new one! its mic! and now aizawa is already pissed. hes dealt with mic before riding his ass in ethics committees and honestly just making life harder for him than it had to be

and the university tells him to reduce the hostility between the two sides of the campus, they are going to be holding some law classes in the animal side and vice versa and aizawa is piiisssssedddd

and then they fucking, start a new animal science/law degree about animal ethics law and aizawa is flipping his fucking lid because all might is already the vet science-vet tech degree co-ordinator and since aizawa is so new, hes the highest-ranking person to not be a degree coordinator

so of course, hes the new degree coordinator

but oh no, nezu isnt done

hes coordinating with mic, and they are the two primary lecturers for the two first, second and third-year compulsory subjects so aizawa is having a mini breakdown rant at allmight in the staff room when mic bursts in to say hello

allmight shoves aizawa in the cupboard and nervously chats to mic as aizawa tries not to make a noise from where he was quickly shoved into a cupboard of skeletons. hes internally saying sorry to the skeleton of that one tutor who donated himself to the uni. mic leaves, allmight helps him out and aizawa is just caught between pissed and flustered tbh

so the science people band together to allow aizawa to drown his sorrows in the nice food on the other side of the campus

and they have fucking, disguised aizawa

hes in one of nemuri's wigs, a pair of sunglasses from snipe and one of the nice lab techs named inko gave him a big puffy coat

and so this pack of science nerds is penguin huddle sprinting to the one ramen shop they all love, trying to hide aizawa from nezu, hizashi, and other random law students/lecturers hes pissed off

so allmight swears he sees hizashi but its nbd he only waves

so they get there, and all give aizawa sympathetic looks and buy him his lunch even though he insists he has money. inko the lab tech is there too bc i love her and she is aggressively mothering aizawa

when they are done they run back to the science side because no one has the courage needed to stop a hoard of sprinting scientists. also: nemuri is the chem lecturer and you should know that

its like the middle of the school year when this starts, so aizawa and hizashi have to scrap together this degree real fucking quickly

even though the both of them have Opinions about the other, they refuse to let their students suffer bc of how poorly planned this was so they knuckle the fuck down and bust out 1.5 years worth of content before the end of the year. they dont do much in person, mostly just emailing

aizawa is softer on mic bc they guy isn't horrific over email. unknown to him mic has developed a full-on crush on this guy

hes like, crying to joke "hes just,,, he wants to do good for his students you know? he isnt just a lecturer for the research money,,, he c a r e s,,,"

the whole god damn science faculty is mothered by the head lab animal tech, inko and they see her fretting about one day, and its turns out this whole fucking time shes had a son and didn't want to say anything bc she didn't wanna impose

(yagi has a big ol crush on her but nbd)

and so shes surrounded by all these nerds asking ab izuku and how old he is, and what he likes to do and they've never seen her happier rambling about her son. She tells them she let slip ab the new degree a little early, and izuku wants to be in it so badly and everyone is real soft

hes graduating next year, so thats even more motivation for aizawa to buck up and make this degree work bc he knows one of the kids now, and from what inkos told him, the boys a good kid

the entire faculty has already adopted izuku

one thing she hasn't mentioned ab izuku is that hes got chronic fatigue syndrome

aka izuku is constantly exhausted, his immune system is a bit shit, and hes in chronic pain that isnt affected by painkillers, other symptoms can just like, pop up, its pretty not understood

anyway, thats the reason izuku wants to get into animal law, not vet practise, bc hes not sure he'll always be able to physically pick up the animals and he doesnt wanna do them like that

anyway, its near the end of the year and its time to set the OP threshold. I have 0 idea how you guys get into uni, but an OP is basically: your grades are ranked, then your subjects are ranked, then your school is ranked by a fancy test. Your OP is the score from 1-25 you get with all that jazz. 1-5 is like: you can do almost anything. 1 is like doctors, vets, law. 1-15 is pretty respectable, under than you might need to do a little fuckery to get into a course.

mic is pushing for like, 10, bc its a new degree

but aizawa isn't having that. op 2 or he wont sign off on it and mic doesnt understand why and aizawa just turns towards him

"im not having animals suffer lower standards than humans. standard law is an op 1. vet science is an op 1. im already making a concession here."

mic swoons a little tbh, they eventually agree on op 5

anyway, izuku has an op 2 so its nbd for him, inko is so proud of her boy! aizawa has a little "thank fuck" moment bc he really did want this kid to get in bc he sounded like a good kid. also, mic's nephew shinso is in the first class! aizawa is actively trying not to remember the kids name so he isn’t a dick to him for 0 reason

there is like a grand total of 80 people in this degree which honestly isnt that bad

super high rate of externals tho, so there are only 50 students on campus

20 students in the campus dorms

izuku is one of them, he was gonna get in anyway but they put him in and gave him a nice first floor room bc making the poor guy walk up and down stairs for no reason is just mean

hes in self-catered bc while hes not super picky, hes allergic to some stuff, and some other stuff makes him sick, so no dining hall

shinso is his nextdoor neighbour. hes in self-catered bc he put his form in late and thats the only spot they had left! he cant cook so save his actual life.

so, mirio is the ra and hes a big soft 4th-year vet, he works out to give the dogs hugs

amajiki is his neighbour he has a cat - i mean - very loud fish (aka: no pets other than fish allowed)

when mirio likes people, he just,,, puts a cat in their face, and insists its a fish until they get it

that cats name is guppy i don’t make the rules

ok so, izuku and shinso meet and bond a bit in freshers’ week (think hazing, but gentle, with loads of games and forced bonding), but shinso is intimidated bc izuku is smiley and social and has loads of friends

and that does a 180 when he gets back to his room after a late-night walk, seeing izuku crying in the kitchen as he waits for the kettle to boil because a hot water bottle is the only thing that might stop his arms from aching

and shinso like, hides bc he gets not wanting people to know what's wrong but from then one he is SUPER protective of izuku

anyway, end of the week izuku confesses that he has chronic pain so he might be a bit grumpy sometimes and shinsou has to be like "oh its nbd" when one day he almost smacked their other neighbour with a piece of frozen steak bc he was making too much noise in the morning when izuku got to sleep really late

on the weekend they play videogames and make popcorn as the other kids go home, and they get visited by inko and Hizashi

inko is mothering izuku and has two very fat rats in her arms that she dumps on him and he lights up

see: izuku isnt allowed pets. but no one said anything about inko

so she got the two softest, dumbest, babiest rats shes ever seen and they live on her desk now. and shinso is like "SONs" and they have rats in their jumpers while all 3 of them play mariokart

hizashi stops by to help shinso cook bc he admitted hes only been eating frozen shit. izuku is gently telling him off bc he could have helped! but shinso is like "no i needed to maintain my cool vibes" so hizashi gently grabs izuku, sets up the two chairs like fluffy thrones and they order shinso around the kitchen like hes a servant

shinso is loosing his actual mind laughing and so is izuku. they force him to make katsu curry and eat it in the kitchen on their thrones while shinso sits on a shitty box fridge. there are more chairs left, hes being extra

so, first day of classes, they have principals of law first, izuku drags his pained ass out of bed and he and shinso make their way to class, both freezing fucking cold holding mugs of hot drink

they sit down

the lecturer is mic

izuku is losing his shit and shinso is like "oh yeah didnt i tell you?" and izuku is trying not to cackle/punch him. he waves sheepishly at mic who waves back with great enthusiasm

mics first class is just

KAHOOT

it’s not even law-related, it’s just random bs animal facts

shinsos name is c a t s and hizashi is losing his mind bc izuku set his name as d o g s r b e t t e r

the lectures r live-streamed so the external students can join in real-time and monomas on the other end like s n a k e

hizashi is losing his actual m i n d, everyone just has variations of their favourite animal

also pwease during this lecture mic is just chatting w the students ab whats going to happen, sees izukus mug of tea and says

"ok and just so everyone knows, please feel free to eat and drink in my lectures, just dont let anyone know i said that

"sir this is being recorded"

"shhhhh"

pls bakugous that one asshole that whips out a full course meal and starts distributing it amongst his squad. bakugo is just a plain law student, but there are some plain law students taking this course as an elective

mic honestly looks bakugo in the eyes, and orders pizza for everyone but him. hes standing in font of the mic so its fucking recorded too. izuku is cackling

ok so, they have an hour break and go to the cafe, inko crashes and smuggles them outside, and gives them the rats

inko and izuku aren't super well off financially bc they are saving for a service dog and its EXPENSIVE, even tho inko makes ok money, husband divorced her bc izuku was sick, izuku has issues, was bullied in school, has had cfs for ages

so inko has these rats bc she "liberated" them from the end of a cosmetics trial she heped nemuri run and nerumi stood infront of the secruity camera and closed her eyes

anyway, next lecture is aizawa's

shinso has vaguely heard ab the guy from hizashi and desperately wants to sit in the back row. izuku has heard ab the guy vaguely from inko and desperately wants to sit in the front row. izuku wins bc they walked in through the lower door and shinso doesnt wanna make the guy walk up all those steps

aizawa walks in, nicely says hello to shinso, izuku and the over kid in the front row, tells the people in the back row that if they think he cant see or hear them from there they have another thing coming, and immediately starts talking ab how many people working in animal-related fields and in law are depressed

izuku raises his hand, while shinso is aggressively trying to pull it down

"yes, kid?"

"what if you're already depressed, professor?"

aizawa pauses, turns off the mic and loses his shit quietly behind his desk, shinso is red and trying to hide, izuku looks proud of himself. aizawa gets himself together, coughs, and turns the mic back on

"seems we had a bit of a technical difficulty, continuing on"

and the whole room loses their shit, and aizawa is grinning like an idiot but his voice is the same pissed monotone as usual

just have to Be There for aizawas lectures like everyone who doesn’t show up is like :///// idk why y’all like him so much he’s kinda boring and izukus like No you have to Be There

in Person

everyone thinks the guy is a boring old man who keeps breaking his computers. in reality, hes like 26, really tired, and keeps losing his shit so hard he turns off the mic so No One Can Know

one time he walked in in hot pink leggings and when he asked "any questions?" ochako (a vet tech student in the class) ask "sir where did you buy those because they look amazing" "the internet, ochako. any other questions."

and bc you cant hear the students all the externals are trying to work out what the question was. it becomes a meme

last day of lectures they all show up in matching leggings. aizawas soft but he Refuses to show them. they fucking found the site he bought them from, all of them have pink leggings in increasingly vibrant shades

shinso's are like, lilac

izukus are eyebleeding, highlighter pink

anyway! mic likes to share the tea from behind the scenes

and so they learn ab the "really sweet department head with a crush on a lab tech" and izuku loses his shit. puts his hand up, and mic says "yeah?"

izuku clambers out of his seat, asks mic to turn the recording off, takes the mic and stares down the class

"that lab tech in my mum and shes smitten for this guy. totally smitten."

'ooOH SHIT REALLY?"

izuku just grins and nods

"ok class, extra credit. can we go through this uni's stance on dating co-workers. anyone who gives me a quick, sighted explanation of whether or not we can hook these two up gets 5% of their final mark, no questions asked"

fuckin, izuku is so on board with this, and tells hizashi he'll leave the assignments on inkos table at home if he wants, the whole class gets so fucking into it

anyway, after all that jazz izuku spots yagi and inko out for coffee together and reports it as a win, the class cheers

as an aside: hizashi is very open ab the fact hes one of 2 degree coordinators but he hasnt mentioned the second

its also very obvious he has a crush on the second, and that hes a little older than them (hizashi is 32, shouta is 26) now, literally no one thinks aizawa is the other

bc hes 26, and wears fucking pink leggings to lectures. hes like, hes baby. hes so small, so young, takes his cat to class in a backpack

its literally only the externals who think he could be bc they think hes like 50. aizawa has the curse of just having great fucking bone structure, hes really god damn hot. half of their love letters pages is people thirsting over him and hes so mad ab it. he doesnt brush his hair and wears dumb clothes but apparently, that makes him relatable or some shit

anyway, hizashi is off-topic talking ab the lab tech that mothers the other course coordinator and shinso sees izuku perk up

they guy has been looking out of it all morning bc hes having a bad day, but wanted to go to lectures. anyway, after the lecture hes scrambles over to hizashi and asks

"oh my god is the other coordinator professor aizawa”

"damn, what gave it away"

"mum mothers him because he never eats and he apparently looks like hes barely 20, which is false, but thats mum for you"

once they get out of lectures izuku is like

"shinso. shinso"

and shinso looks lost

"you know what this means, shinso""

"no. no i dont"

"MATCH MAKING TIME"

#bnha au #professors in love au #aizawa shouta #aizawa #eraserhead #erasermic #present mic #yamada hizashi #midoriya izuku #midoriya #izuku #shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #shindeku #if you squint

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Ok b so like, I'm gonna try to make this sort of specific, I live for some angst and I live for Abba so like.... Imagine Abba being in one of those days where he just feels like garbage , but then his nice softie s/o visits him and cheers him up and gives him luv bc uwuwuwu. im so awkward at writing this, anyways, it's a scenario if thats ok with u b, and the s/o is a female.

AAAAH B I tried my best to make this turn out decent!! I feel like Leo is extremely OOC and there might be some mistakes here and there, but it’s late and I’m tired...so I’ll fix this in the morning! ;;

I hope you enjoy it anyway, ilysm❤

Il loro segreto

Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader❤

Everyone has bad days, and everyone faces them in a different way. There are people like Bruno: he would try his best to help other people overcome their struggles, and seeing their smiling face would make him feel better in an instant. There are people like Fugo: he would allow himself to have a day off, and he’d spend that day doing his favourite things, talking to his favourite people, or even staying alone. And then there are people like Abbacchio.

Leone was a man of few words, he would talk when necessary, and he wasn’t the nicest member of the gang. His face appeared to be in an eternal scowl, with his dark, thin eyebrows furrowed and his lips rarely lifting upwards. One would think that he was a strong, confident man whose only emotions were anger and disgust, but there’s always more to a person than what they let the others see.

Abbacchio was like any other person: some of his days were happy, other ones boring, and other ones bad, upsetting days. On the latter he would isolate himself and even refuse to get out of his bed, too mentally exhausted to interact with other people. He would push them away, and then he’d feel guilty about it. His lips would quiver and his eyes would water, but he’d hold it in.

And that day was one of those days.

(Name) exhaled, her eyes fixed on the last message he had sent: “See you at 9” with a black heart at the end. ‘Edgy’ she thought with a chuckle, but the small smile on her face disappeared as soon as it came. They had agreed on meeting quite early in the morning and, when she noticed that it was pouring outside but his last access remained the same as the previous night’s, she had guessed that the rain wouldn’t have been a problem for him either.

But after an hour of waiting for his arrival in front of the smallest, saddest bookstore in town, she came to a sudden realization: what if something was wrong?

Was he okay? Was the rest of the gang okay? Was her phone being dumb and not showing her his true last messages? She needed to know. She was about to stand up and open her umbrella when she noticed a notification from a different chat: Bruno had just texted her.

‘Would you mind coming over? I know this is sudden, but there’s somebody here who needs you.’ The text read, and her expression twisted into one of concern. It wasn’t the first time that she received a text like that, from either the Capo –whom she considered one of her closest friends- or another one of the guys, and it was not a pleasant thing to read.

She didn’t even bother to reply, instead she started walking towards the Passione residence, which was not that far away from that spot. The rain didn’t stop, making her almost trip at least twice along the way, but she was determined to see her lover’s face and hold him as close as possible.

It didn’t take that long before three knocks on the door snapped Bruno out of his trance; he stood up and made his way to the front door, abandoning the crossword puzzled he had been trying to complete for the past forty minutes on the wooden table.

He slowly opened the door to reveal his friend, umbrella in her right hand and phone in the other, her eyebrows slightly furrowed but a polite smile still present on her face. He motioned to come in and guided her to the couch, where they both sat down;

“So, what happened?” she asked, fidgeting with her hands. He let out a sigh,

“I...will keep it short. You know how Leone can get and now I know he needs extra support that I can’t give him. But please remember, cara; if this is too much for you, if he somehow hurts you with his words or actions...” he paused, cautiously choosing what to say next, “It’s not worth it. He is my friend, but you are too and I wouldn’t want you to think that I agree with everything he says or does.”

She carefully listened, her expression concentrated. She warmly smiled as he finished talking and took his larger hands in hers, grateful for having such a caring and honest friend.

“Bruno, I will follow your advice if anything happens. But I’m pretty sure it won’t,” she reassured him, and he nodded and returned the smile, “Now, he hasn’t left his room has he?”

“He’s been in there since yesterday night. He’d making all of us very worried, (Name).” He confessed, his tone of voice sincere. The girl could only nod and direct her gaze on the flight of stairs leading up to the second floor, where the bedrooms were located.

Unmade bed, window shut, blankets and dirty clothes lazily piled up in a corner of the barely lit room. The smell not bad enough to be unbearable, but enough to make one’s nose wrinkle. The pitter patter of the rain soothed him, but unnerved him at the same time. Was it even possible to feel in such a way?

He sat there, intently staring at the blank, boring wall as if it was the most interesting thing. What else could he have done in his state after all? With his headphones too far away to reach and the overwhelming fatigue that didn’t seem willing to leave him anytime soon, he could only lose heart and sit there, with his back against the bed’s headboard.

His almost lifeless gaze fell upon his phone, which had been resting on his nightstand since the previous night. A feeling of guilt struck him at the thought that he hadn’t shown up for his and (Name)’s date, his chest tightening and a lump forming in his throat. No, he couldn’t cry. What was the point of crying anyway? His eyes alarmingly watered, salty tears threatening to roll down his pale cheeks; he tried to focus on breathing, when a soft, almost inaudible knock made his grip on the thin blanket covering his legs tighten and his eyebrows furrow.

No. He thought, his heart beating faster. Fuck, leave.

Silence. But then, another knock, this time a little bit louder. Who was it, and what did they want? He had harshly declined Bruno’s help earlier that morning, and made it clear that he didn’t want any of the other guys around. Watching Bruno retrieve his hand at his commanding voice made him regret his actions, but then again. What was he expecting from himself?

With his gaze fixed on the door, he flinched when he heard the voice of the person behind it.

“Leo?”

I don’t deserve you. He thought once again, his eyes burning. He suddenly became aware of the state he was in, with his normally silky hair now messy and tangled, tied in a low ponytail, no sign of makeup on his ghost white face, and his embarrassing attire composed by an old, short sleeved shirt –obviously too large for him- and a pair of grey night shorts, his legs exposed and, much to his regret, hairy.

“Leone, I just want to know if you’re okay-“

“I am, now leave.” Please, he wanted to add, before I say something I’ll regret.

He could feel her sighing, trying to come up with something to tell him that could’ve comforted him. But what exactly could’ve possibly made him happier? He had tried to think of something, to do something, but it only ended up hurting him more, making him lay back down, exhausted and ashamed of himself. Just the thought of it made him stomach turn, the thought of his beloved waiting for him under the pouring rain whilst he was laying in bed, frustrated... melancholic.

“Please tell me if there’s something I can do to make you feel better. I know you’re lying, but it’s okay,” a pause. Then shuffling, and the doorknob moved a little, “Can I come in, Tesoro?” she asked. Little did she know that the man was trying his hardest not to break down there, in that exact moment. Or did she? She’d never seen him or talked to him while he was in such a state, usually he would be angry and frustrated, drinking his pain away in the kitchen in the middle of the night, or even in a bar.

Silence means consent, she thought –as much as that sentence could’ve been wrong-, and she dared to open the door, moderately illuminating the chaotic room. He froze, not really sure what to do, if to yell at them or to gather all his strength to stand up and lock the door completely. But he simply stayed still, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath he took.

“What are you doing here,” he asked, his words ended up sounding more like a statement, though. She slowly stepped inside, her gaze falling upon her handsome boyfriend’s body, partially covered by a thin, cream coloured blanket.

“I’m here to listen to you, what’s going on Leone?” she asked, slowly stepping closer to his bed. He eyed her for a moment, his eyes softening. He wanted to be mad and make her leave, he really did, she wasn’t supposed to see him like this and he deserved to suffer alone. He deserved to listen to all the horrible thoughts that his mind was full of, obsess over them.

He gasped at the light touch of her hand, which was now softly holding his, his long, bony fingers subconsciously intertwining with hers. That simple touch sent a wave of butterflies through his veins, making him shake and choke back a sob.

(Name) promptly took notice of this and sat down beside him, her eyes kind and a warm, welcoming smile on her face.

“You can cry, it’s okay to. Please look at me,” and he did, with tears finally spilling down his face, his cheeks flushed and the muscles of his chin trembling, making his lips quiver. His right hand clutched at hers as if his life depended on it, while his left was clenched in a fist, the knuckles slowly going white. (Name) worriedly moved closer to him, letting her free hand wander behind his head to untie his hair and run her fingers through it.

Tell me everything.

“I am... I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t deserve you-“ a stifled sob, and then he sharply inhaled, “You were waiting for me, but I was here. Being a useless dick even if they wanted to help. I just...” he suddenly stopped, allowing smaller sobs to escape from his parted, soft lips. The girl moved her hand from his hair to his back, pulling him closer so that his head could rest on her shoulder.

Slightly embarrassed by this position as she was the one usually laying her head on his shoulder, he tried to pull away, but her soothing touch and whispers sent a shiver up his spine and made him hold onto her for dear life, weeping and babbling about how he didn’t deserve her, about how he would miss her though if she left, and she thought she heard him say I’m sorry once or twice –and he’d rarely apologize-.

(Name) held him tight, noticing how quiet he was even while shaking and sobbing almost uncontrollably, wetting her cute, slightly elegant shirt. Not that she cared anyway, he was much more important than a stupid shirt.

“Leo,” she whispered at some point, making him blink, more tears rolling down his reddened cheeks, “You deserve so much and you don’t even realize it. I know you blame yourself for a lot of things...” he raised his head, his hair gracefully cascading down his back; their eyes met and (Name) gave him a small smile, which he returned, “But not everything’s your fault.”

He averted his gaze, his breath slowly calming and his shoulders relaxing.

“Hm. Just promise... this whole thing will stay between us,”

She chuckled, and shifted in a more comfortable position so that they could be even closer.

“Of course; now will you eat breakfast with me?”

#jjba #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #leone abbacchio #abbacchio #jojo abbacchio #abbacchio x reader #vento aureo #golden wind #jojo part 5 #scenario #abbacchio scenario #angst #fluff #fem!reader

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