#bitch acted fast once realizing though didn’t he?

[gulski2]

Cody this episode:

#Cody you’re beautiful and I love you #also yes you are #bitch acted fast once realizing though didn’t he? #Crosshair also seems to be plagued by doubts #but is still acting like a piece of shit #do you think that Rex’s mission for the crew will be get Cody out of somewhere? #I might actually die if we have a Rex and Cody interaction #this season is so good so far #the bad batch s2 #the bad batch #bad batch #Star Wars #commander cody

[bitchsister]

“I’m sorry.” Curt whispered, leaning over the middle console and pressing kisses to Bucky’s bicep and shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said — I — I was havin’ an outburst.”

Those happened often.

Curt was simply a hothead, too used to acting out on his first instinct, which was always anger.

Gale was helping him work through this, but wasn’t always around to be the mediator.

Hi!!! I was wondering if you’d ever elaborate on this in a fic, sort of like how Bucky and Gale deal with Curt’s anger outbursts. This section of this fic has stuck with me since it was posted <3

Curtis was a sugary sweet little gumdrop, by the looks of him — although he’d caused Ruthie and his father Carmen all kinds of worry, it was always muddled over with the sweet batting of his thick black lashes and a promise not to bust up any more neighborhood kids.

🚩: general kinda toxic domestic fuckery.

“They called me runt!” He’d protest, Ruthie bending to press kisses to her son’s forehead as she sighed. “I ain’t allowed to stand up or myself?”

Well, he had a point.

And he always won.

Eventually, he was left alone but it had done nothing for the anger he felt deep in his chest; the anger he’d let out unabashedly — the anger he never learned to manage.

Gale would never admit aloud that he liked sitting in the backseat because watching the two of them was like the clinical case studies he did back at school full of hypotheticals and imaginary clients whereas Curt and Bucky were so readily tangible, but so hard to understand at times.

“This is why I told you to check it, John.” Curt hardly ever used Bucky’s legal name when addressing him — if he did, though, Gale had always taken it as his cue to open the notes app on his phone where he kept diligent catalogs of each outburst he’d witnessed and if he thought the severity of them could be justified, and if valid points were ever made with true intentions of finding a solution to the predicament, which was hardly ever the case.

“Honey, I checked it.” Bucky was staring at his phone, baffled. He’d made their dinner reservation for the wrong date. An entire month from then. “It’s gotta be a glitch, or something.”

“It don’t work like that.” Curt huffed, turning his head to stare out at the dreary rain that sprinkled over the sidewalk, New Yorkers hurrying faster than usual to escape the impending downpour. “I’ve been excited about this for three months.” Gale made note of Curt’s posture, ridged and stiff. In defense mode.

“You think we haven’t?” Bucky motioned at Gale who quickly turned his gaze back down to his phone, the notes he was taking disguised as an important email, or perhaps a text to his mother. “I wouldn’t have done this on purpose, Curt.”

“I’d rather ya did!” Curt turned to him in his seat, his brows furrowed. “You done this three times now. Three!” He held three fingers in his face, nostrils flared with annoyance. “And one of ‘em was my birthday!”

Gale thankfully hadn’t been in town for that one, somewhere on a beach in Honolulu for his sister’s wedding; if he tried hard enough, though, he probably could have heard Curt’s cursing from across the globe.

“And I’m fucking sorry!” Bucky had resorted to shouting back, his sulked posture ridged like Curt’s was in that moment. “Next time you can make the fucking reservations — you’re being a fucking bitch.”

Curt bucked at him, ironically enough, lip snarled and Gale flinched. He moved like a cobra, striking fast and deadly. “You don’t know the bitch I can fuckin’ be,” his voice was low and taunting. “Say the word. Say the fuckin’ word, John. I’ll fuck you up ju—“

“Alright, alright.” Gale drew on.

Alright, alriiiight.

He pressed his hand into Curt’s chest, and then Bucky’s to gently pry them apart. “That’s enough.”

Usually, Gale would let this play out but he’d noticed one very peculiar detail once all the dust settled.

Curt was always in hysterics. Ten minutes, sometimes even an hour would go by and realization would hit. Embarrassment, shame, crippling guilt for the things he said or what he’d thrown at Bucky in a fit of rage; he’d never hit him, never really wanted to.

He’d spent his entire life feeling small and inadequate, which had caused him to feel so much anger that had subsequently manifested physically once he was old enough to throw a decent left hook.

Curt never wanted to hurt Bucky, but Bucky had made Curt feel small in ways that brought him back into sudden defense mode.

Gale knew he needed to check this before Curt let himself get any farther, leading to more regret later. “Take a breath, both of you.”

He’s being-

This ain’t-

They began to rattle over each other and Gale shoved their chests further apart. “Absolutely not.” His tone became firm. “I don’t want to hear another word.”

Bucky shook his head with a huff and Curt tried brushing Gale’s hand away from his chest, his own arms eventually tightly crossed over his sternum.

“Breathe in.”

He did it before them, holding his breath until both Curt and Bucky gave in and filled their lungs with a steadying breath of oxygen.

“Out.”

Gale kept going, brows risen to encourage them both whilst his hands slowly pulled away from their chests and down to their forearms instead, a thumb rubbing over Curt’s skin to soothe him and the opposite hands index finger hooking onto Bucky’s cuffed sleeve.

“Do you want to count, Curt?”

“No.”

“Okay.” Gale nodded slowly, the city going on, business as usual around them. The sound of rolling thunder, blaring sirens, horns honking in traffic. “Let’s talk about this, then.” His fingers grazed over Bucky’s knuckles. “Let’s start with I feel, like last time —“ Gales gaze turned to Curt, and then Bucky. “You start, Johnny.”

Rain pitter patting over the windows was the only sound for about a minute or two.

“I feel that I’m being yelled at over something that was an accident. That makes me feel shitty.” Bucky looked at Gale, and then to Curt. “I feel maybe I shouldn’t be responsible anymore for making the reservations, since my track record is given proof.”

Curt huffed an annoyed laugh out of his nose, shaking his head.

“Am I supposed to make my own fuckin’ birthday dinner plans, then?”

Gale didn’t pay attention.

Curt’s type of bickering fed off of attention paid to it, eating away at patience until there was none left.

“That’s good.” Gale whispered in John’s ear, pressing a chaste kiss below his earlobe. “Very nice, Johnny.” He felt Bucky lean into him, some semblance of comfort in such a tense moment. “What about you, Curt? Tell us how you feel.”

Curt straightened his back, arms tighter against his chest as he ground his jaw. “I feel frustrated.” He nodded, blinking slowly. “I feel I ain’t listened to.” This, Gale realized had stemmed even farther back to the very beginning of everything.

The poor bunny caught in the bear trap, little enough to wiggle around inside of it but caught indefinitely nonetheless.

“A little more.” Gale encouraged, reaching up to push Curt’s hair away from his eyes. “What in this moment makes you feel those things?”

Curt took another deep breath without being asked.

And then another.

That question itself was almost enough to set him off again, but he reigned in. Settled his heart, his breath, the way his cheeks turned red as he bit back another rebuttal.

“The fact —“ another breath. A readjustment. “I feel the fact that this is the third time it’s happened means I ain’t been listened to,” he stared directly ahead at a stoplight. Green, yellow, red. Green, yellow, red. “That my frustrations don’t matter.”

Gale nodded slowly, a hum in the back of his throat. “That’s right, hm?” A kiss to his cheek and one to his jaw. “Thank you for being open with us.” He positioned himself in the middle again, looking to both of them. “So, seems like inconsistency on both parts is wearing everybody thin. Does that sound right?”

Curt nodded quickly, Bucky taking his time with a bob of his head.

“And so, what if maybe we come to an agreement to make appointments or reservations together? The two of you. Or, if I’m around, me too.” The easiest fix and yet both Curt and Bucky hadn’t thought of it yet. “Sometimes, Curt, Bucky is forgetful.” He’d learned this over many, many years. “It’s why for as long as we’ve known each other I’ve told him he can’t have a pet.”

Curt had laughed at that.

Barely, but still.

“It doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you, or that he isn’t listening.” It means he has crippling undiagnosed, unmedicated ADHD and OCD, but Gale vowed to keep that to himself unless Bucky asked. “Sometimes there’s just a lot of noise up there. Got lots of dates to remember, don’t you?”

Bucky nodded slowly.

Hearings, meetings, lunches with old professors or new clients. Visitations with clients in prisons, documents signed by this date or that one, finalized dockets by sundown — sometimes all of this in one day.

“Yeah,” Gales voice was soft, gentle. “That’s okay, isn’t it?” He held their jaws in either of his hands. “We’ll make new plans for next month, won’t we?”

In tandem they nodded.

“Okay.” Gale kissed Curt, so sweet and soft before he turned to Bucky and paid him the same attention, pulled further into him once they found a rhythm, soft and warm tongues slotting together, slow and unhurried.

Reluctantly he pulled away, hooking his fingers around their jaws once more to draw Bucky and Curt together. “Kiss it better.” He whispered, not a tactic he’d use for any of his other clients of course. “I’m fucking starving.”

#💌 #thank u for asking this anon I had fun picking their brains a little #Curtbuckygale #clegan

[polyklok]

B, D, F, I, J, K, P, U, X, Y smut for toki please i hope this isn’t too many i have an unhealthy obsession with toki i wish he was real😭😭😭💔

BITCH ME TOO

It’s so hard to be a groupie when the band isn’t even real 😔 lol

Anywho-

B- Body Part

He could write a thesis on all the parts of your body and why he loves each one, but his favorite is your tummy! He loves how soft it is, he loves the way it folds and twists when you move, and he probably has a breeding kink so-

If you’re chubbier, he likes to playfully poke at it and squeeze your waist as he’s kissing you. If you’re skinnier, he finds the image of the bulge of his cock moving in your ‘stomach’ really hot.

As for on him? He’s hasn’t thought about it before but Toki would say his arms. He’s obviously ripped and he likes that he can pick you up and manhandle you around if need be.

D- Dirty Secret

Toki is very open with you so he doesn’t have many secrets. That being said, he is a little, erm, fucked up in the head so I think a small part of him craves to watch you get dicked down by Skwisgaar and even join in on the action.

The guitarists have a complicated relationship, ok?

F- Favorite Position

This is me realizing now that I know like…three named positions at most

Ok, after some research, I’ve decided that Toki would be a big fan of Rocking Horse. He likes the closeness, leaning into you, seeing your face and being able to grab at your hips and control how you move on him. Though, he usually resorts to classic missionary.

I- Intimacy

It’s a bit of a mixed bag. Usually, Toki will start off very sweet and giving to you but that quickly melts away when his head starts getting clouded with pleasure.

His foreplay is extremely passionate, he’s completely focused on your pleasure, usually getting you to an orgasm before he even takes his pants off.

But he has a tendency to get quite rough, even if he tries to hold himself back. His thrusts get hard and sloppy, he grips onto you until you start bruising, his little whimpers turn into grunts. He might even accidentally hurt you- if something crosses the line, you’re gonna have to be very vocal in order to get him to snap out of it, and he’ll apologize immensely! It’s gonna take some patience to find what you both can gain pleasure from at the same time.

His aftercare is top notch too, very intimate.

J- Jack Off

Poor boy didn’t even start until his early twenties, his religious environment made him terrified of the act when he was young.

Once he was in Dethklok, he finally stopped fearing God and decide to take a whack at whackin’ it. I’m so sorry And-woof!-he found himself a new favorite pastime.

Ok, honestly, Toki doesn’t masturbate as much as some people do, but at least a couple times a week. And it’s very intense. He has to bite his lip, or sometimes his shirt, to suppress his moans as he thrusts up into his own hand. He uses his own imagination rather than porn, maybe he’s thinking of you. He usually finishes on himself rather than on the bed or something (see headcanon X).

If you two are in a relationship and are suddenly apart from each other, likely because he’s on tour, he’s gonna be masturbating a lot more and he’s always gonna FaceTime you to join him. Please, please join him, he feels so much better if he’s coming with you.

K- Kink

Hair pulling, temperature stimulation (like using ice or hot wax), blind folding, overstimulation, breeding, cockwarming, praise and a little bit of degradation.

He’s also usually the one in control of these situations. He doesn’t like being a sub all that much.

P- Pace

Like I said, he can start slow but he gets rough very quickly. While he doesn’t “Jackhammer” (I hate that word) he does keep a generally fast pace. If you put music on in the background, he gonna naturally keep pace with it.

U- Unfair

He teases you all the time, even to a point where you can’t tell if it’s accidental or not! He’ll grope and grab all your sensitive parts and then ask what you want for dinner. His lips will graze over your neck before he gets caught up in an interesting part in a movie!

Once you’re in the bedroom, he really doesn’t have the patience for teasing. He might taunt you a little bit, but he’s not going to withhold pleasure. If anything, he’s gonna keep making you cum for him until you can’t properly use words.

If you try to tease him in anyway…oh boy. In public, he’s pulling you away immediately and take you in whatever semi-private spot he can find. In the bedroom, he’s gonna whine and complain and might legitimately get upset if you don’t give up the act. He doesn’t like being teased.

X- X-Ray

It’s six inches fully erect, circumcised, slightly higher than average in girth, although the base is larger than the head, and it aims upwards against his stomach, not very veiny.

Not much else to say here. It’s a pretty nice dick.

Y- Yearning

Toki waxes and wanes. Sometimes he’ll go at it multiple times a day, multiple days in a row, and other times he could go a good month without even thinking about it. Although if you ask, he’s pretty much always down.

If he’s really desperate, he will literally get on his hands and knees and beg you for some relief. He can only jack off so many times before he craves your touch again.

If anyone else wants to make a request, refer back to here!

#dethklok #metalocalypse #polyklok is real #toki wartooth #dethklok headcanon #metalocaypse headcanon #request filled #metalocalypse x reader #metalocalypse toki

[snowyknight-17]

I’m gonna leave this WIP here for a bit…

NSFW under the cut

Featuring Hancock and other FO4 mentions

“Let me ask you something,” John sat lazily on his sofa drawing another puff from his cigarette; eyes hooded under a tilted tri-corner hat,

“Why me?” Hancock paused for affect watching Annie twiddle her thumbs and pull at her jacket,

“You come all this way for a tussle all the while passing up 3 to 4 other dicks on much prettier men.”

Annie only now realized she’d been holding her breath and let it out loudly; but before she could make her plea John put out his cig and lit another.

It was hard to not notice how smooth Hancock moved, like water, and Annie was here to swim.

“For instance, that ‘holier then thou’ Paladin of yours. Yeah I see him get an eyeful every time you turn around, big lumbering soldier gets all pink in the cheeks when you take lead. Or that boss of his,”

Hancock snapped his fingers trying to remember Elder Maxson’s name,

“Elder Scarface. I fuckin hate that bigot but don’t mean he wouldn’t turn to putty the second you touched his shoulder. Guy’s so frickin tightly wound, I bet he’d cum by the fifth bounce. Sure he acts like a war tactician, bloodline bred for excellence, deathclaw slayer but I’d bet my last cap he’d turn into a little red faced bitch/sub underneath you.”

The conjured image was not unpleasant. Maxson begging for release, reduced to a tear stained, blubbering mess. Hands bound of front of him trying to feel any inch of her sweat slicked skin…

Her ears began to beat to the rush of blood to her face, had the room always been this hot?

John was standing over his coffee table, fingering through his stash of chems; amongst the stash were random bullets, poker chips, buttons and a magazine of some porno called “Three’s a crowd”. The cover showed 3 men in a cramped space with the same amount of lust in their eyes that Annie had for Hancock. He pocketed a jet then shot a round of hydra into his shoulder.

Annie remembered the last time they traveled together a couple of months ago. Helping out the folks at The Slog, when suddenly 3 super mutants appeared. They were low on the totem pole though; carrying only one pipe rifle the other two had 2x4’s, so they went down pretty quick, but not before John took a wack to his right side from one of the boards. He recovered fast due to his ghoul flesh, but his shoulder joint would always get stiff in rainy weather. If he would only ask, she would rub it.

Hancock made no sign he’d just been jabbed by a needle. Just rotated his arm adjusting the tight muscle, retuning his cigarette to his lips. Giving her body a quick once over before continuing,

“How about that Boy Scout lieutenant of yours? He’d practically marry you if you asked nicely…”

“Preston is an angel and wouldn’t know how to fuck me into a mattress of his life depended on it.”

John snorted, “Don’t be too sure about that chica. Every time I meander my way to your castle, I can practically feel the buzz coming off him when you’re around. He may be a saint but he’s still a man.”

Preston was Annie’s friend. Her first friend. She knew he wanted more, but she didn’t feel the same. It felt wrong to think of him that way when she had no intention of cultivating a relationship with him.

By now Hancock was close. Close enough to feel his warmth, smell his tobacco, see little stains on his red coat from when he refills the oil lamps. He huffed a final draft of smoke just to the side of her, before dropping and stepping on the butt. He adjusted his hat and looked her in the eye. Black voids meeting pale blues.

“Or perhaps this is a social call for a whole other reason.” His rough hands were barely touching her hips. Gentle caresses over her dirty jeans, his fingers sliding into her back pockets, heat radiating off him now. The front corner of his hat brushing against her hair,

Annie looked up and saw a restraint set in his jaw. As she leaned in to kiss the ghoul, he leaned back away from her mouth, and with a softness asked,

“Any chance you’re here to forget about that doe eyed, southern man you’ve been chasing?”

The mention of Jake sucked the heat out of the room. Annie felt a humid cold spread over her, tears pricked at the corner of her eyes and weakness began to build.

Jake.

Gods she loved him. Wanted him. Needed him; and what’s worse is Jake wanted her too. They kissed once after GNN was won. But Jake had to talk her down from taking more. While he wanted something between them to bloom, he just couldn’t give himself fully until his daughter was found. She understood. Hell she knew better than most what it means to have a child missing; her own son still in the clutches of ‘lord knows where’.

It made her sick to think about. Her baby boy, out there, somewhere. Was he safe? Well fed? Happy? Annie didn’t know. Was she terrible for wanting a distraction now and then in the arms of a lover while her dream guy worked endlessly looking for his baby?

Thick, wet tears trickled down her flush cheeks. They culminated in salty pools in the crease of her mouth only to be swiped away by Hancock’s thumb.

“What makes you think a boozy night with a mug like mine would make the ache go away?” His hands were no longer on her ass but on the small of her back, rubbing soothing circles.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #fo4 hancock #jake evans #my writing

[bro-atz]

1024UB CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: HE REALLY DID IT!

word count: 2.8k

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Lately, Gyuri noticed that things were starting to get weird between her and Seonghwa as well as her and San. Ever since night Gyuri got stupidly drunk, she and San had not hooked up, and ever since the day Hongjoong had Gyuri record his thesis, she and Seonghwa barely spoke or texted. Sure, they kind of talked at the last ROD party, but they hadn’t hung out like they usually did. Rather than dwell on these feelings, though, Gyuri decided to dedicate this newfound free time she had to work on her thesis as well as start applying for graduate schools.

She didn’t want to run the risk of seeing Seonghwa and that dumb bitch Bora at the library doing whatever it is that they want to do. Since she was pretty much cooped up in the apartment, she rotated between multiple places to get her work done: her desk, her bed, the living room, the dining table, the bathroom— although, that last one was only when she really had to go but she was in the zone. Today, she was sitting in the dining room, her back to the entrance. She had her blue-light glasses on and was furiously typing, but she was still able to hear the door open.

“Hey, I’m home,” Iseul greeted.

“Hey, how was class?” Gyuri asked without looking up from her computer. She could barely converse without messing up whatever she was working on.

“It was okay…”

“Good to hear.”

Gyuri still hadn’t looked up. Her eyes were glued to her screen. That’s when she felt a moment of déjà vu overcome her. She got to a good stopping point in her work and turned around to see Iseul fidgeting in the threshold. “Have we… have we done this before?” she asked.

“What? Done what?” Iseul looked majorly confused.

“I… never mind.”

With that, Gyuri thought Iseul would act normally again and returned to her work, but the girl still fidgeted by the front door. She stopped her work once again and patted the dining room chair next to her while saying, “Sit.”

She obeyed and sat right where Gyuri told her to— she was getting a killer sense of déjà vu, especially when she said, “Spit it out, Iseul.”

Iseul was talking, but Gyuri was still bothered by how familiar this situation was. She wracked her brain trying to figure out where she had seen or done this before, but nothing came to mind just yet. Realizing that she totally just didn’t listen to a single thing Iseul said, she told the girl, “I am so sorry, I completely spaced out. Can you say that again?”

Sighing, Iseul said, “Remember when you told me that someone in the group likes me, and that if he likes me then he should tell me himself, and I told you that I’d react depending on who it is?”

Gyuri’s eyes immediately widened. She fully turned so that she was facing Iseul because every braincell she had was screaming, “Oh my God!” She couldn’t vocalize what her braincells were saying just yet, so Gyuri opted to say, “No way…”

“It’s San, isn’t it?”

“No fucking way!” Gyuri screamed and jumped up so fast that she hit her knee against the table. She held her knee in pain as she sat down again, her excitement unfazed. Now her braincells were talking for her, because she kept repeating, “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God,” until she could follow up with “When? Where?”

“The other night at the ROD party in the stairwell,” she said with a small smile on her face.

That small smile turned into a huge grin as the two girls stood up and jumped up and down while squealing and holding each others’ hands. There were so many thoughts running through her head. She was so happy for Iseul that this was finally happening, and she was proud of San for being able to do the thing that she couldn’t and can’t do. Gyuri knew that Iseul did not know why she was so excited, but that didn’t matter because they were celebrating this new relationship that finally got the chance to form.

“Tell me everything!” Gyuri sat back down and closed her laptop, her attention fully on Iseul.

“Okay, so after I won, I saw San in the corner of my eye just, like, not having a good time. I saw him leave, so I went after him.”

It took everything in Gyuri to keep from screaming out loud, so she ended up letting out dolphin or dying whale noises.

“He was sitting on the stairs and he looked so serious, like he was deep in his thoughts or something. I tried to ask him what was wrong, but he was being super wishy washy with me, so I kind of gave up and was about to leave…”

“Uh huh!”

“But then he grabbed my hand…”

“He grabbed your hand?!” Gyuri felt like she were watching a drama, only she didn’t see this. She kind of wished she did, though.

“He gazed into my eyes with the most intense look I’ve ever seen him have…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Gyuri knew that look. He’d given her that look in the past, and yes, it makes the heart yearn for more. She could feel her heart beat a little faster just imagining him looking at her friend like that, like she were watching her favorite actor serenade the female lead.

“And then…” Iseul continued.

“And then?!”

“He got all serious and shit and said, “I like you,” in this deep-ass voice!”

Gyuri squealed, more like screamed, at the top of her lungs, and the dog next door started howling. She had to reign it in a little, but she was just getting so excited for her friend she couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“My heart was beating so fucking fast you have no idea!”

“I can only imagine!”

“And my awkward dumbass fucking hugged him and I thanked him? I thanked him for telling me that he liked me? God, I felt so stupid!”

“You hugged him! And then?”

“I leaned in and kissed him.”

“Oh! My! Fucking! God! Iseul! This is fucking amazing! I am really living for this!”

“Bro, but like, let me know why he’s such an amazing kisser! What the fuck?!” Iseul’s face was bright red and her face went right into her palms.

Gyuri had to hold her tongue. She couldn’t possibly tell Iseul that she knows how his kisses and soft his lips felt. She felt her chest tighten up a little bit, but she brushed it off as excitement for this new development. “I’m so excited for you!”

“Oh! Then he said, “Let’s go on a date.” Bitch, I was trembling!”

The word date made her chest tighten even more. “Oh my God, this is so exciting! When is the date?”

“Tonight!”

Gyuri’s heart felt like it were aching— was she jealous that San finally gets to be with the person he wants to be with and that she can’t because the guy she likes is dating a bitch? She distracted herself by focusing on helping Iseul. “Let’s find you an outfit and prepare you for this date!”

While Iseul picked out an outfit, Gyuri got her hair styling tools and make up out. She did Iseul’s make up for her before she changed into her clothes, and God, her friend looked so stunning. She had the cutest pink top with matching grey pants and white shoes. Not to be full of herself, but Gyuri thought she did an amazing job with her makeup— it was subtle but cute, especially with the highlight on her nose and chin, and her hair was flawless. Not a single strand was out of place, and her face-framing bangs were curled so perfectly. Gyuri couldn’t help but take five million pictures of Iseul, not letting the girl finish getting ready. Only when the doorbell rang did Gyuri allow Iseul to grab her purse and get her shit together.

Gyuri answered the door to see San wearing a black striped button up and black slacks. His hair was somewhat styled compared to his usual look— did he use gel?— and if he had glasses on, then he would definitely look like Clark Kent. All in all, he looked amazing. Gyuri’s heart starting beating faster, which made no sense to her because he’s not there for her, so why was she swooning?

“Iseul’s almost done getting ready,” Gyuri didn’t even greet the boy— she went straight to it.

“You know?” San looked surprised.

“Of course I know. She’s my roommate and one of my best friends,” Gyuri couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows. “Also, why’d you use the doorbell?”

“I felt weird just barging in when I’m here to…”

“Yeah?” Gyuri wanted him to say it out loud.

“Take Iseul on our date. You couldn’t have finished the sentence for me?” San’s ears started turning pink.

“Nah. I wanted to see you sweat,” Gyuri laughed.

“Do I look like I’m sweating?”

“No, I mean that you’re hilarious when you’re shy, and I wanted you to get shy.”

San smiled at that her, but it was different from his usual cheeky smiles when they joked around with each other. Gyuri’s heart started beating a little faster, and she started questioning her health and sanity. Was she dying?

Iseul emerged from her room ready for the date, and San’s smile changed. He was smiling, but he didn’t really look happy. Maybe he was nervous— how could anyone be expected to act normal when they get to go on a date with the person they’d been pursing for ages? She was just overthinking the entire thing as per usual.

The two left for their date, and the second the door closed, Gyuri fell into the chair she was working in. Her chest was so tight, and it was in that moment she realized that she was definitely upset. Was she upset because she was jealous that her friends got to have the chance to date? Because she wouldn’t have her fuck buddy anymore? Did she have to find a new friend to have benefits with? She didn’t know what the fuck to do in that situation, so she opened her phone and dialed Jongho’s number. He picked up after two rings.

“Hey, can we meet?” she asked him

“Okay, I lost count of how many reps you did because you’re going way too fast. If you want to do this right, you have to go slower,” he told her.

“Sorry, Jongho, I’m just…” Gyuri lacked the words to describe how she was feeling in that moment. Angry? Annoyed? Frustrated? Confused? Lonely? Whatever emotion was taking the wheel in her head right now was driving her up the wall.

“If you want me to spot you, then you’re going to have to go slower, otherwise there is no way I’ll be able to rescue you if you just drop the bar on you, which is definitely going to hurt considering that you’re benching almost sixty kilograms,” Jongho sounded worried for her.

She slowed down her reps and let Jongho guide her workout. Hopefully this would help her for the time being.

At some point, Jongho had to force Gyuri to stop working out for the day. He dragged her out of the gym and to her apartment. Gyuri really didn’t want to be in the apartment for the rest of the day, nor did she really want to be there at night in fear that her roommate and San would get frisky. She quickly showered and grabbed a couple bottles of soju before heading up to the roof. She sat on one of the sofas closer to the end of the building to get a better view of the city. The lights around her twinkled as she sat alone and drank her soju by herself.

“What are you doing up here alone?”

Gyuri looked up to see Seonghwa looking down at her with a smile on his face. She held up one of the empty soju bottles and responded, “Drinking.”

“Why are you drinking alone? Seonghwa asked as he took a seat next to Gyuri.

She couldn’t help but scoot the tiniest bit away from him, which he noticed almost immediately. He put his arm over her shoulder and brought her closer to him, Gyuri nearly falling into his chest. Her heart started beating the tiniest bit faster when he gave her arm a little squeeze as he hugged her slightly.

“What’s wrong, Gyu? Why are you drinking alone?” He brought his voice down to a whisper that almost made Gyuri cry.

The problem was that Gyuri couldn’t say a damn thing. She couldn’t tell him what got her so down to the point where she wanted to drink alone because that meant telling him everything about her and San and their crushes.

“I’m not really having a good day,” she lied.

“You should’ve asked one of us to join you…”

“Well, you’re here now, right?”

“That’s true, but if I wasn’t up here in the first place, then you would have been drinking alone.”

“Why are you up here, Hwa?” Gyuri asked.

“I’m meeting Bora up here. She told me she wanted to do a little star-gazing with me tonight.”

Gyuri’s heart fell. She slightly pushed Seonghwa away from her and took another huge swig of her soju in hopes that the alcohol would make her heart hurt a lot less, but it didn’t. Gyuri stood up and said, “Enjoy your night—”

“Come back here,” Seonghwa pulled her hand and made her sit again. He fully faced her as he continued, “Why aren’t you having a good day? Lay it on me.”

With a deep sigh, Gyuri said, “I’ve just been feeling kind of lonely lately. Iseul is never home, you’ve been spending time with your girlfriend, as you should be, and even San has his own stuff going for him now.”

“But all the other guys in the group—”

“They’re just as busy! Jongho with his sport, Mingi and Hongjoong with their music, Yeosang is always living on the computer, Wooyoung is always blowing stuff up and having to redo assignments, and Yunho also lives in the lab with Iseul. I don’t want to bother anyone.”

“Well, you can always bother me. You’re my best friend, Gyu. I’m always here for you.”

The only thing she could do was nod. Seonghwa pulled Gyuri into a hug and held her tightly. Gyuri felt her eyes water up. She closed her eyes to keep her tears in, but one managed to slip out. Seonghwa must’ve felt the tear fall because he pulled away and held her face. He wiped another tear that fell down her cheek off and began to pet her hair.

“You know I love you, right?” Seonghwa whispered.

Gyuri’s heart raced when he said that. Her eyes widened and she couldn’t help but look into his eyes. Just as Seonghwa was about to lean in, they both heard the door to the roof slam open. They looked over to see Bora walking over to the two on the couch.

“Babe!” Seonghwa let go of Gyuri and greeted his girlfriend with a kiss.

After drying her tears quickly, Gyuri stood up and saw Bora glaring at her angrily as she and Seonghwa hugged. To avoid any sort of conflict, Gyuri picked up all of her alcohol bottles, kept her head down, and left the roof.

Gyuri was upset. She didn’t have a place she could go to at this point. She didn’t want to go to her apartment, and the roof was occupied by Seonghwa and his bitch of a girlfriend. Ultimately, she decided to go to the last person who could help her. She entered his apartment to see him sitting on the couch watching a movie.

“Gyu?” He asked as he paused the movie.

“Joong…”

She immediately started crying. Hongjoong jumped up from the couch and ran to her. He took the bottles of alcohol out of her hands and hugged her. She hugged him back. After standing and crying for a solid minute, Hongjoong led her to the couch and sat her down. He brought her some water, which she immediately downed. He hugged her again, Gyuri clinging to his arm.

“What happened?”

“I miss him, Joong. I miss Hwa.”

“I know you do. I’m sorry, Gyu.”

After crying for what felt like hours, Gyuri ended up falling asleep in Hongjoong’s arms. He laid her down gently on the couch and covered her with a blanket before turning off the light to let her sleep peacefully. Gyuri stirred again when Seonghwa returned to his apartment, but she promptly fell back asleep. Well, she fell asleep after feeling something soft on her forehead.

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[darkwitch1999]

Hey witch, would it be cool if Sara and Chloe fight to see who’s the better bitch? May the worst bitch win! My money’s on Chloe!

Ooo! I love it! Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who's the baddest bitch of all? Let's find out!

----------------------------------------------- Chloé Bourgeois vs. Sara Lemieux

Sara: (sneers) The mayor’s brat a better bitch than me? (chuckles mockingly) How cute, @princessbutterflysposts.

Chloé: (smirks triumphantly) Clearly, they recognize who is better at making other people’s social lives miserable.

Sara: Well, I will admit that your tactics are effective…

Chloé: As they should be!

Sara: (smirks deviously)….for an amateur.

Chloé: (gasps in offense) Excuse me?!

Sara: Oh, we both know you heard me loud and clear, but then again, my sources told me that you are not very bright. Your whole bullying approach just screams juvenile. Everything you have done I have already done before I even entered fifth grade, and I did it way better than you. (starts counting off of her fingers) You think that putting cockroaches in someone’s locker is bad? Try snakes instead and see how fast your victim has to go to counseling. Getting someone expelled or suspended from school? Too easy and simple that I have done it dozens of times. A better challenge would be falsely accusing a teacher or faculty member and getting them fired, which I have also done more than once. Also, if you want to ruin somebody’s clothes, there are better, more devious ways of going about it than with paint and gum. Just ask that emo loser (bleep) Marc Anciel. Do you even realize how easy it is to steal another person’s work and pass it off as your own without getting caught? Though I guess that would be more of a rhetorical question since that’s just another item on the list of things you weren’t able to get away with doing unlike me. You can’t even steal some girl’s diary without getting caught in the act. Something that is supposed to be as easy as taking candy from a baby and you still fuck it up. You didn’t even get a chance to do the satisfying part of reading it to the school or posting the content online. Oh, and let’s not forget about the time you heartlessly rejected that quiffed himbo’s love confession and posted his humiliation on social media. (sighs) Love is just so easy to crush, whether they are attracted to you or somebody else. You should consider outing someone to their crush and watch their whole world crash and burn from rejection and shame. Face it, Bourgeois, you’re out of your league. You may think you’re a bad bitch, but compared to me, you’re just some wannabe brat.

Chloé: (seething) H-How….HOW DARE YOU?! You’re less than nothing compared to me! My daddy is the mayor of Paris! I have this school and all of Paris under my thumb! (smirks deviously) And if I wanted, I could make your life a living hell! Who even is your father, anyway? I’ll bet he’s just another faceless, powerless nobody like you! You dare to even insist that you have more power than me?! I actually had real superpowers before! Never seen you with superpowers, I wonder why. If I had to guess, it’s probably because you are not important enough to have them.

Sara: (scoffs with a smirk, seemingly unfazed by Chloé’s rant) Please, all you’re doing is making an even bigger fool of yourself, and quite frankly, it’s cringe. There is a reason why I never had superpowers; it’s because I have never needed them nor do I need my daddy’s money or connections to get what I need. I don’t need to cry to my father whenever I want something or something is not going the way I want it to be. Who needs power when I can easily manipulate anyone through talent and skill alone? But then again, I guess it makes sense why you need your spineless, cowardly, bootlicking politician father to control the people around you considering how talentless you truly are. My father may not be the mayor of Paris, but I do believe a decorated officer in the French military is far more respectable to the people than a corrupt politician, whose power may have helped you for so long but is fleeting. You may have intimidated people for years with your father’s status and weak bullying tactics, but your hold on them is slipping. Many of the students in your class aren’t even that intimidated by you anymore and some of them are even starting to fight back against you. Even your Agreste blonde boy toy is pulling away from you. The only one who you still have under your complete control is that pathetic little minion of yours Stella or whatever her name is, and it is only a matter of time before you lose control of her, too. Meanwhile, I not only have more minions than you, but I have my entire school wrapped around my finger, kissing my feet, or crushed underneath my heels, all on my own accord. Now that I think about it, you’re even worse than a wannabe brat. You’re a washed-up has been.

(Chloé continues to seethe with anger, growling lowly as she glares daggers at Sara. Suddenly, Chloé gets a message notification on her phone. She opens her phone and skims through the message. A satisfied smirk begins to grow on her face causing Sara to raise an eyebrow in confusion.)

Chloé: (smirks) You’re fake.

Sara: (eyebrow raised, scoffs) Excuse me?

Chloé: Your hair is fake. Everyone knows you aren’t a real blonde. Unlike moi!

Sara: (irritated and still confused) Wh-What…What does my hair have to-….

Chloé: Your minions’ loyalty is fake, too. Oh sure, they may tolerate your treatment, but I bet my entire trust fund that every chance they get they tear you to shreds behind your back. They don’t really respect you, they are just intimidated by you, and if an opportunity were to arise when they could kick you to the curb, they would do it in a heartbeat. Sure, I may just be using Sabrina to do my bidding, but at least I know she would never betray me and that her loyalty to me is limitless. Can’t say the same for the rest of your followers, now can’t you?

Sara: (seethes) Why you-…!

Chloé: How many people have become akumatized because of you?

Sara: Why should I care whether or not some losers get akumatized? Chloé: You didn’t answer my question. I’m pretty sure that at least half of the city has gotten akumatized because of me, maybe even more by now. How many akumatizations did you cause?

Sara: (eyes shift nervously) W-Well…none…but that’s hardly my fault! Blame DarkBitch for not writing my stories because she’s so damn slow! I haven’t even gotten a chance to be akumatized yet!

Chloé: So Shadow Moth has never even called upon you for help, meaning that you also never willingly accepted his power to help him take Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses?

Sara: What?! No! What sort of psycho freak would even consider working for a terrorist willingly?

Chloé: You don’t have a father.

Sara: (eyes widen in shock) ….

Chloé: (smiles deviously) At least not anymore. He abandoned you, Lemieux.

Sara: (clenches her fists angrily) That’s not true…you….!

Chloé: Oh sure, the part about him being a decorated military officer is true and he has been away on duty for quite a long time. Ten years now, was it? Sara: (shocked) H-How did you-…?

Chloé: You’re not the only one with sources. And sure, I’m not one to talk since my mother did leave me and my father for years for New York, but at least she came back. Sure, she’s a pain in the neck sometimes and she barely remembers my name, but at least she acknowledges my existence. Meanwhile, when was the last time you heard from your father? Does he ever call you or write? Sends you birthday cards? Visits you during the holidays? I guess not, and do you know why, Lemieux? (gets closer to Sara’s face) It’s because he doesn’t love you and wishes that you were never born.

(Sara is left speechless as Chloé continues to stare her down with a triumphant smirk on her face.)

-----------------------------------------------

Well, there you have it. Who do y'all think won the battle of the bitches? Who's the worst? Let me know what you think.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #ao3 writer #original character #chloe bourgeois #bullying #bullies #mean girls #parisian mean girls #ask answered #ask me anything #battle of the bitches

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 157 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: baking something in the kitchen, most likely with apples...

JON: "Martin has left it here to let me know that whatever the situation is with Peter Lukas, it is entering its final act, and he needs my help." Jon does not consider the option of Martin leaving the tape to say goodbye. The accompanying statement would say otherwise because it kind of says the Extinction does not exist in the ways they thought after all. But at this point Jon doesn't know/Know the content of the statement yet.

JON: "Alternatively, Peter may have left here to… goad me into action? Or just to gloat, to highlight my helplessness at everything." Or to tell Jon to stay away because Martin has made his choice. Still, this only works without the knowledge of the statement.

Just a small bit on the pronunciation of Klanxbüll, the Umlaut is a bitch of course, so I’m leaving that out. But I'm putting this in because of the double L. These usually mean the vowel before them is short (I say usually because there a short vowels without a double letter afterwards...). It should be like "bull", not like "cool". Which is funny that Jonny would pronounce it like "cool" because I think this works very similar in English? He's always been very good in German pronunciation.

"Combined with its extremely disturbing symptoms, which caused the skin and muscles to become loose and malleable until they sloughed completely off the body, leaving only a skeleton and organs…" Urgh this sounds horrible... Corruption/Flesh cooperation!

"Thin trails of blood and skin crisscrossed to the streets, and the walls and windows of nearby buildings were coated in a fine sheen of discarded gore." Not gonna lie, body horror has never done much to me (when it's not about eyes... and feet, actually...) but this is different... It sounds so alienating, probably because it has a supernatural cause and is not just an axe murderer going berserk. It's like Alex said, you can kick those. How would you kick the darkness for example? (Though I think Alex also referred to the Corruption when he was talking about kicking the Fears and this one is the Corruption...)

"It didn’t take me long to find my first victim, wrapped around a lamppost. He had clearly tried to lean on it for support in his distress, but his flesh had begun to spread and fuse over it in thick, ropey tendrils. His bones were almost bare to the elements. But it was then that I saw the thing that, to my mind, is perhaps the worst of it. His heart was exposed. It was beating fast, so fast, despite the awful green decay that seemed to be eating at it." Ahhh, you know what this reminds me of! Annihilation again! (Already talked about that one in MAG 149, also a supposed Extinction statement.) The once-a-person fused with the wall (I think that was that dude the previous team cut open... Actually you know what, that one was also so alienating and crazy, it made me nauseous! That is very rare in horror movies... Annihilation was just awesome...)

"an old man whose bright eyes still stared out of his skull, watching the television, though the rest of him lay pooled on the floor." Hmm, a comment on the generation now almost living in front of the TV despite having preached not to watch TV so much 25 years ago...?

I don't recall us ever finding out who left the tape with this statement for Jon... Definitely not Peter, I'd say, that leaves Martin or a itsy bitsy Spider. And after all, Jon needed to go after Martin.

JON: "Really? Where’s all her stuff?" Lol, this "gotcha!" tone...

GEORGIE: "Bedroom. Why?" JON: "No, I just…" [TELLTALE STATIC CRACKLING OF THE EYE SOUNDS AS JOHN FITS THE PIECES TOGETHER.] JON: "Oh. Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t – I didn’t realize you were to-together." GEORGIE: "That’s ‘cause it’s none of your business. Now leave." Ah yes, the Eye never disappoints to go after personal information.

MELANIE: "It’s – it’s been good for me though I feel alright. I’m – I’m not scared anymore." MMMMHHMMM!!

Also quality content of the Admiral!

JON: "I don’t have time for this. What is at the cen–" [A SOUND LIKE A BLADE BEING DRAWN AS THE ARCHIVIST BEGINS CHOKING. A SHARP, UNSETTLING TONE BEGINS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND.] HELEN: "No. We’re not playing your game. Now don’t forget how sharp I can be, Archivist. Perhaps here, now, you’re powerful enough to learn what you want from me, but if you try, I promise you I will resist. And only one of us is going to survive the attempt." Helen really shows her true colors here. First she's amused of how hopeless and desperate Jon is but then she switches to actually flat out antagonizing him. Helen does sometimes call him Archivist, but here right now it’s not a coincident.

JON: "Just tell me what’s going on. Please." HELEN: (gleefully) "Bad things, Archivist. Really bad things." Ah, this is such a good prelude to the finale!

@a-mag-a-day

#a-mag-a-day #mag 157 #tma #tma spoilers

[high-dragon-bait]

My Hawke’s canon romance is Fenris BUT I do have her canonically be in a semi-serious relationship with Anders for the first couple of years she’s in Kirkwall because the game sorta pretends that’s the case if you flirted with him at all in act 1 and I’m a messy bitch who lives for drama so naturally I just rolled with it

And I am UTTERLY obsessed with the dynamic this creates but it is DRASTICALLY different depending on whose point of view you’re looking from

If you’re looking at it from my Hawke’s perspective, she falls in love with the first person in Kirkwall she feels she has nothing to hide from. She doesn’t have to hide her apostate sibling, he knows what it’s like to run from something, he knows what it’s like to lose everything, she can talk to him, she can trust him. He is, honestly, the first person outside of family she can just trust since she lost her home. Of course she loves him.

And then, she watches as he changes, as his cause consumes more and more of him. Once, she could trust him with her struggles, with everything she had to deal with, not anymore. There isn’t time for that anymore. Now she has to watch what she says or does because if she does or says anything that he even interprets as “disagreeing” he gets angry. Or he gets so terrified of losing her he starts to get suffocating. She finds herself scared of him, scared for him, always scared. So, she runs, she leaves but still keeps him close because she does still love him, she just can’t be romantically involved with him anywhere because he was drowning her.

And once she leaves she starts to rethink how she was living, how much of how she was living was just ensuring she kept Anders happy. She doesn’t have to do that anymore, so she starts to branch out, starts to relax, starts to talk to people she hadn’t been talking to before. Namely Fenris, who she thought she didn’t like, maybe even hated, Anders hated him, but she... doesn’t know him.

So that’s what she does. She gets closer to the rest of her “merry band of misfits” she’s found herself collecting, and that includes Fenris. Who she starts to learn is good company, actually. He’s amused by her shitty humor, and will even play off it sometimes. More than that, he’s a good listener. She can talk to him about the pressures of being a Fereldan climbing the ranks in Kirkwall, how strained her relationship is with her mother, who she still thinks blames her for her siblings being either dead or gone, how Aveline keeps putting more and more pressure on her and how even the Viscount seems to think of her as some sort of go-to problem solver, even though she never asked for more than a house and a place to keep her family safe.

All of that she thinks would be laughable to Fenris, but it isn’t. He listens, and when he can he gives his advice. When he starts to confide in her, she’s somehow shocked by just how much she understands him. When he tells her about his time with the Fog Warriors she’s a little honored he feels he can trust her with it. They’ve gotten so open so quickly. Even when they disagree Fenris is patient, calm, and their debates are adult, reasonable. Avis never feels like she has to walk on eggshells.

Her feelings for Fenris come on fast. She’s still only halfway through processing them when it all boils over, they spend the night together, and he breaks her heart. But she forgives him in an instant and waits for him. She doesn’t realize that’s what she’s doing consciously, but she waits for him. Takes that time to fully process those feelings and deal with everything around her and decides he’s worth it. She works on herself, and she waits. When he’s ready and comes back she’s happy, so happy. She feels like she can have a life with him, a family, a future, Fenris can give that to her.

All the while she still tries with Anders, but he seems to just keep pulling away. She gives him every chance she can, every opportunity, and he squanders them all. When she tries to reach out he snaps back, when she tries to help him he lies to her, and finally after everything he uses her to destroy the chantry. That’s when she’s had enough, no more chances now, that’s enough “I never want to see you again.”

Now take all that, which is more than I intended to write but we’ve come this far and I can’t stop now, and switch it around.

Anders sees it as the woman he loved, the woman he trusted, one person in Kirkwall he could feel safe around and had nothing to hide from- leaving him. She left with no warning, without ever even telling him what he did wrong. She’s just gone. He’s alone.

And then she goes and pursues the man that openly hates him. That would turn him into the gallows without a second thought. She does this after they’ve been broken up for less than a year, maybe even as little as six months. What’s he supposed to think?

That same man then leaves her, breaks her heart, Anders is right there and comforts her, but she instead waits for him. Waits for Fenris. Who in Anders’ eyes has done nothing to deserve her.

He watches her spend years pining for a man who does not want her, who cannot love her, and then watches her give everything to him the moment he changes his mind. When he has still done nothing to earn it.

Think about this: My Hawke marries Fenris and has his child in a smaller timeframe than she and Anders were together.

(Note: They wouldn’t see it that way, as I imagine that “will they won’t they” period had some uh, “will they” very close calls and they were carrying on a strong flirtationship for awhile before all that drama. Once they became official they felt ready to p much go all in. But Anders doesn’t know that. In his eyes this is like LIGHTNING)

Anders’ overall response to my Hawke’s decisions is still very Not Cool but all that... that’s gotta sting. There’s not a person alive who wouldn’t be hurt by that

So how’s he supposed to accept her help? How’s he supposed to talk to her, after she can can do this to him? How is he supposed to BELIEVE HER when she says she cares for him? How? He has completely and utterly, lost all the trust in her he could have.

“I never want to see you again” maybe, by then, that sentiment is painfully mutual. 

Anyways, I’ve rambled long enough, but hopefully that gives you an idea for why I’m so obsessed with this huge mess. Varric is salivating at the sight of it. Isabela is bashing her head against a wall. Merrill is hoping for a happy ending. Aveline is Just Tired

#My Dragon Age #Dragon Age 2 #FenHawke #Handers #Avis Hawke

[mordeiswrld]

hey!! if you are taking requests, i wanted to request the tmnt mm! boys having a crush on a fem! reader who’s EXACTLY like raph. she loves fighting, may or may not have anger issues, cursed with resting bitch face, BUT, she’s actually really sweet and outgoing. never afraid to speak her mind, so, she may come across as rude sometimes, but, she never really means to be. (lowkey a biased request but SSSHH, we’re not gonna talk about that)

Absolutely! Lowkey sounds like me😭😭 and sorry if they're a bit OOC I haven't watched the movie yet I was planning to on my birthday (Sept 20th) (didnt end up seeing it since i went to the mall and got scammed 😭😭)

started: Sept 14, 2023

Ended: October 26

LEONARDO

Immediately has a panic attack when he first meets you

He's scared of you for like the first 2 months of meeting you since your RBF gives off mixed signals and he's a big worry wart

But once he gets to know your and sees how much of a sweetheart you are he calms down a bit

But only a bit

Because now he has FEELINGSSSSS

He’s now even more nervous than he was when he met you because now his heart beats faster when he’s around you

Omg what if you dont like him? What if you think he’s UGLY?!?

that makes him panic more and it starts to worry you and when you confront him about it he doesnt respond and blurts out that he’s fine. Not wanting to ruin your friendship

He doesnt like that you fight, he worries a lot and when you get angry he gets scared, whether or not its towards him or someone else

When you speak your mind he sometimes gets surprised by how blunt you are, but also admires it and aspires to be like you and when you apologize for it sounding mean his admiration grows even more

RAPHAEL

He found his soulmate is his first initial reaction even though he may have been a teensy bit scared of you but once he got used to you he saw how nice you are under the surface and immediately wanted to be your best friend

He warms up to you pretty fast since you both are so alike and he starts to wreck havoc on anyone who crosses him with you and vice versa

He didn’t realize he was gaining a crush on you he just thought it was just a strong admiration of you

He loves your bluntness and laughs at everyones surprised faces even if hes surprised himself when you apologize for sounding mean he laughs it off and saying that there's nothing to be sorry for

Your RBF is misleading though, he gets confused whether or not you’re upset or just vibing

When you’re angry, he’s angry monkey see monkey do type shi but when its aimed at him he gets upset and sour because he doesn’t like you being mad at him but will begrudgingly apologize if it is his fault

He’ll end up confessing one day whenever he realizes he has a crush or if his brothers pressure him into it

MICHAELANGELO

He's weary of you but he isn't scared at first

So what if you look like you could beat his head in with a mallet mercilessly?

He's not one to judge and besides he’s got Raph so it's nothing new

He’s just extra cautious if you and Raph are in the same room together

When you speak your mind he doesn't say anything but quietly chuckles in the back but if it sounded really mean then he’d be like “That was a bit rude N/n” and when you apologize he smiles and shrugs it off

He'd be worried sick if you got into a fight but if you were winning he'd root for you but if you were losing he'd pull you away while reprimanding the other person

When you get angry he’d try his best to help you calm down even if it's directed towards him he'd still want to help calm you, not wanting to lose you over something small

He will know he has a crush on you early on but will act normally towards you not wanting you to suspect anything out of the ordinary scoping out if you could actually return his feelings

DONNATELLO

He is the unbothered King on the outside until you and Raph use him as a test dummy then he's gonna tweak the fuck out

Now he's gonna keep any sharp objects away from both of you

But he can tell you’re more sane and caring than Raph so he’s not too worried about you, by yourself

When you fight though he's willing to jump in if it's needed and will also help bandage up any cuts and scrapes

He's like a personal nurse

When you speak your mind he has the most exaggerated surprised face ever stands there with his mouth wide open and his hands on his face like “🙀” and when you apologize he’ll tease you lightheartedly but forgive you nonetheless

Your RBF isn't phasing him he will ask you if you’re alright though just to make sure

He tries to help you calm down when you’re angry just like Mikey but he suggests activities for you to do together that reduces anger and is calming even if you’re mad at him he’ll try to calm you down and will apologize for upsetting you

[lovekz]

prologue

last (wo)man standing

synopsis ~  ran haitani. one sick son of a bitch. he finds himself interested in a group of friends. the only reason he’s interested though, is to see how fast they could survive a killer living in the walls of their vacation house.

cw - slight stalking, underage drinking (technically) 

(THIS CHAPTER(?) IS ONLY A VERY SHORT LOOK INTO THE GIRLS LIVES BEFORE EVERYTHING)

masterlist~

you woke up due to a bunch of movement on your bed, making you groan in annoyance. you popped an eye open and looked at the culprit.

senju kawaragi. your best friend since elementary. her bleach blond hair bouncing up and down along with her.

“senj, come on.” you grumbled, getting her off your bed with a kick to her ankle.

she let out a loud yelp before tumbling to the ground, holding her ankle in pain.

“oh come on, n/n! it’s 12:20 already.” senju sighed obnoxiously, leaning her head on the foot of your bed.

“and i don’t have classes till 3.” you shot back, rolling over and throwing the covers over your head.

senju groaned in annoyance and looked up at you with a suffocated expression.

“would you act like this if we were on vacation?” senju asked, a unreadable expression covering her suffocated one.

you paused for a second, peaking an eye open to catch her sky blue ones.

“no, because there would be things to do.” you muttered, rolling over and throwing the covers over your head once more.

you didn’t bother to listen to her anymore, reaching under your pillow to turn off your led lights.

~

you and your friend group finally finished your afternoon class, heading to your usual hangout spot on school campus.

your group consisted of four girls,

senju kawaragi, the youngest party animal that comes up with crazy ideas.

yuzuha shiba, the one that looks through all of senju’s plans and stays sober (aka the designated driver)

hinata tachibana, the one that just follows along and makes everything 10x better with only her prescence.

and emma sano, the one who was always unsure about everything, but still agrees and has fun

you were the one who covered half of senju’s erratic plans with wise ones

 “aww man. it’s gonna rain tonight.”   hinata pouted, checking the weather widget on her phone.

senju snorted, which caught everyone’s attention. when she realized everyone was looking at her, she spoke her mind.

“your date with takemitchy canceled now?” senju teased, leaning on hinata as they walked.

“what?! no!” hinata said in embarrassment, her face turning as red as a tomato.

senju muttered something about it not being the truth, and that she seen the messages in class.

“why don’t you get a relationship before you butt into mine?!” hinata said, crossing her arms and nudging senju off her.

“i-i have a relationship!” senju defended quickly, the tips of her ears turning red almost immediately,

“oh yeah? with who, mr. snuggles?” hinata asked, flicking senju’s ear.

the two continued to playfully argue the entire way to the cafe, making yuzuha giggle quietly. if those didn’t play fight at least twice in a day, something bad was happening with the entire friend group.

what you didn’t know though, was another friend group watched as you five took your seats in the cafe.

they’d been watching since you walked out of school.

~

“lets have a sleepover.” senju suggested with a grin.

you looked away from your phone and to her, confused. you and emma were taking pictures of your (coincidentally) matching bracelets, drinks, and nails.

“why?” yuzuha asked, raising her eyebrow.

senju scoffed, lowering her head to the table and ignoring how hinata said the table probably wasn’t clean and she could risk breaking out.

‘i forgot you guys are oldies.” she muttered, making the whole group feel offended.

yes, it was true, senju was the youngest of the group, so she had much more life in her than the rest.

that didn’t make much of a difference when she gets focused.

“a night just to have fun together! just us girls, some food, snacks, games, and movies!” senju smiled, throwing her hands up.

now that she elaborated, it sounded like a good idea. everyone thought the same.

“our place?” you spoke up, looking at the three.

they all nodded with grins.

 ~

“you heard that?” ran said, catching his brother’s attention.

rindou looked at him confused, his sandwich still half way in his mouth. when he gestured for him to conitnue, ran sighed.

“they’re having a sleepover. with my girl.” ran said, tapping his finger annoyed.

“yeah your girl that doesn’t even know you.” sanzu snorted, closing his eyes as he swallowed down whatever pill he had for the day.

rindou was hoping it was his anti-depressants, because he couldn’t handle another one of his ‘i hate my family’ rants.

“she doesn’t need to.” ran said smugly, looking at your table then back at sanzu.

sanzu snorted, rolling his eyes and muttering something non-sensical. ran flicked the baton holding his hair together with a glare.

a hairstyle he only did if he was feeling lazy or attractive.

“okay! we’ll meet at theirs around 6.” ran overheard the blond one say.

he looked at his group of friends, a sickening grin.

“then we’ll be there at 6:30.”  ran said, confirming it with his friend group, before getting up and leaving his friends behind.

he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you.

#ran x reader #long hair ran #ran haitani #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #prologue #senju kawaragi #senju akashi #yuzuha shiba #emma sano #rindou haitani #sanzu haruchiyo #hinata tachibana

[stillstuckin2000spunkrock]

Kaneda Shotaro BF Scenarios (Request from a lovely Anon<3)

.We all know Kaneda is a natural flirt, especially in the presence of others, however when it comes to intimate moments with you, he acts distant at times. Almost as if he’s too manly to cuddle you, but the truth is he’s just a busybody, a man that dosent sit still, after all he has a gang to run. But part of it is because he’s kind of insecure around you. He sees you as this gorgeous being that shouldn’t be dating scum like him. Not just that, but he knows he moved too fast in past relationships and realized he truly wasn’t in love back then. Hell he didn’t even realize what true love felt like until he met you

.When you and Kaneda first got together, you weren’t fooled by his smooth moves. You could tell that he was used to women falling for his charm, so you really made him work for it. You didn’t get flustered by his remarks nor his actions. You gave him a run for his money and he loved it. 

However you were a rather interesting pair. When you first met Kaneda you were new to the school and you weren’t entirely fond of your situation. You came from a more upper class family and we’re moved to the city for your fathers work. 

Thankfully everyone at your new school seemed to have their own issues going for them, so you weren’t much hot gossip. Here and there a few girls would try to start shit but you personally didn’t care, it didn’t really bother you what a bunch of washed up chics thought of you. However you weren’t weak, nor one to be messed with. You were academically smart but not a suck up and mostly kept to yourself. One day in the restroom some bitch tried to gang up on you for some drama to see if you could fight. Let’s just say you beat her pretty hard and with ease. That’s what got you involved with Kaneda.

. Hearing about your big fight and new reputation as the mysterious new girl that could kick some serious ass, Kaneda and his gang sought you out. Kaneda was asking you questions about your skills while trying to get with you as well. To his shocked ego, you just shrugged him off and responded to him in a rather bored tone. You weren’t swooning over him, nor afraid. You were certainly something new to him. Kaneda was used to the girls that swore, hooked up, and drank too much. But you were different.. You had class but we’re badass, you stood on your own as an independent women, and for coming from a higher class family acted as though your money didn’t matter. This all inspired Kaneda to follow you around more. You were a mystery, and one that he was going to solve.

. It started out by Kaneda chasing you down to speak with you after classes, then his girl friends seemed to open up to you and invite you into their little squad. You remained pretty neutral but it was nice to have people who wanted to hang out with you. Then you were eating lunch with the gang, and even walking home with them. You weren’t a fan of their antics so you didn’t really hang with them much outside of school besides walking the streets occasionally. When you would all walk home you all went in the same direction till eventually everyone broke off down their little side streets. You and Kaneda were always the last two to still be together once everyone else had gone their separate ways. And that’s how he really got to know you. At first it was just him talking and flirting, but then you noticed something change within him. He started to act more casual, cut back on the flirting, and even ask you questions about your day or life. 

. Soon everyone in the gang was catching on to you and Kaneda’s growing fondness for one another. The way you two always walked together in the back of the group, how Kaneda seemed more tame, and how you seemed to always be laughing at something he said and playfully shoving him around. Sure there would be times when both your stubborn personalities got in the way, but you both always overcame the issue. It was almost like you were Kaneda’s sign to wake up and start focusing more on his future. The pressure from the gang kept coming though. In private the boys would tease Kaneda’s about his lovesick attitude towards you and how he needed to stop being a pussy and ask you out. Whereas the girls would playfully joke about how you and Kaneda would have cute looking kids or be a great couple. When the group hung out all together you and Kaneda were practically pushed into every situation together, both teams of friends trying to play matchmaker. Both you and Kaneda secretly knew what was going on but refused to talk about it as it would make things awkward and possibly ruin what you two had. That was something Kaneda couldn’t risk. He had never met someone like you, and it changed him and made him feel things inside that he had never felt before, and it felt.. good.

. One day after class when Kaneda was walking home with you he offered to walk you the extra few minutes with you instead of turning his separate way and going to his own home. You insisted it wasn’t necessary and Kaneda knew you weren’t no damsel in distress and could handle your own extremely well, which he voiced. So you eventually gave in and he walked you home. When you reached your house you invited him inside, you could something was off… He seemed nervous? In truth, Kaneda was embarrassed for himself. Here he was standing with the most gorgeous person he ever met, hoping they would take a chance on trash like him infront of their fancy up-kept house while he was simply nothing and didn’t belong in their world of lavish things. You sensed that something like this must be the case, so you gently grabbed him by his arm and pulled him up the front porch and inside. Your parents were home much to Kaneda’s embarrassment. Your parents knew you were friends with a group of kids that would walk home together, they just never met any of them. You introduced Kaneda to your parents because he was too awkward to make a conversation, you were afraid he’d try making one of his terrible jokes that often end with someone being offended so you rushed through introductions. (I mean c’mon the man can sweet talk his way to police officers but not your parents..) Obviously your parents weren’t involved with too many details because they were too involved in their own pristine lives. It was a pretty old fashioned guy meets girls family. Your father kept asking him questions about his education and work life (Kaneda technically told the truth but phrased his words differently as if to sound like the stuff he was doing was actually good) and of course your mother offered for him to stay for dinner. Even though Kaneda was still a little frazzled his appetite wouldn’t let him pass up a free home cooked meal and he eventually started to ease up and chat at the dinner table. Hell, you barely had a chance to speak with him yourself he was so busy telling stories to your amused parents. In the end it was time for Kaneda to leave and your parents both agreed he was wonderful company and was welcome again. You took it upon yourself to walk Kaneda out and say goodnight. You both stood there laughing on the porch at the nights odd events, you teasing him about how he was nervous and clearly flustered to meet your parents. Kaneda gave you a playful scowl, there was no denying his previous actions as it was plain as day. Once the conversation dies down you and Kaneda both stood there leaning on the railing of your front porch. The cool night air brushing past your faces, and the sounds of cicadas and croaking frogs filled your ears. “I should probably go..” Kaneda said, walking down the steps. Before he could say another word you cut him off by pulling him back by his collar and planting a quick peck on his cheek. And let me tell you, this man turned like 50 shades of red. From there you left him standing there speechless as you turned around and headed back inside. A smirk on your face as you had beaten Kaneda at his own flirtatious game. 

. The next day after class on your way to lunch you were swiftly intercepted by Kaneda. You felt his hand gently grab at your wrist as he tugged you to the empty side hallway. “Kaneda-! What the hell?” You whisper-shouted, almost having a heart attack when you felt someone touch you out of nowhere. “We need to talk about last night.” Kaneda said, crossing his arms as you stood opposed to him leaning against the lockers. “What about it?” You asked, clearly acting stubborn yourself. “Ohhh just the fact that you totally are into me..” Kaneda said casually, giving you that cocky-ass smirk that you had a love/hate relationship with. You shot him back a scowl, showing that you weren’t into his “manly” ego. One of these days you were seriously going to have to humble this boy…

“And what if I was..? Doesn’t mean I want anything from you.” You responded, your arms crossed but your cheeks flushed. There was just something about this damn boy that you couldn’t help but be charmed by. “Well good because if you did like me and my feelings were the same, I’d have to do this-“ He said, gently pressing up against you, his arm around your waist as his lips met yours. You found yourself kissing back, your hands pressed against his chest. You could feel his rapid heartbeat, proof of his feelings. The two of you stood there captivated by your own kiss, until the bell signaling The beginning of lunch rang out. Both of you broke apart slightly breathless, your faces a cherry blush. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Kaneda rushed out, a lopsided grin on his face as he nervously scratched the back of his neck. A smirk broke out across your face as you quipped back “Are you into me or something?” Mocking Kaneda’s earlier attitude and adding in that cringey deep boy voice for full effect. “Shut the hell up..” Kaneda chuckled, still waiting for an answer. He didn’t like how nervous he felt, he had never really felt this way or acted this much about any one’s opinion or approval. That’s why you were special. That’s how he knew he truly loved you. “I’d love to go out with you!” You smiled, intertwining his fingers with your own. Telling your friends would be an entirely different story..

. The gang had obviously picked up on the change in you and Kaneda’s behavior. After all, they had been placing bets of when the two of you would get together from the start. But now there was no denying it. At first it was always Kaneda being a lost puppy dog and a helpless flirt, but now he seemed more kind and the flirting was a two way street. You guys tried to be discreet but your friends knew you better and it wasn’t until Tetsuo pointed out the obvious one day and basically forced you guys to admit you were dating.

. Since most of your friends suspected you and Kaneda were a thing long before you both confessed, nothing really changed between the group. However they did make a little less trouble because you would have to occasionally pull Kaneda by his ear and scold him for going to far on something. The gang actually enjoyed seeing Kaneda get humbled at times, and honestly Kaneda found it pretty hot when you did. The only time it could ever get scary was if both you and Kaneda were annoyed with one another, then everyone would have to hold their breath the entire day and pray things blew over (they usually did). You and Kaneda weren’t a perfect couple and you were both stubborn minded individuals, so it was natural for small fights to occur. However if something major was to ever happen it would end up being the guys vs the girls in this situation (the girls backing you up and the boys rooting for Kaneda) However the boys knew that you women were not a force to be reckoned with (they had seen how you all treated the other girls that seemed to have a bone to pick with you) and none desired to be on the opposing end of that fight, so nothing bad ever really happened. After an argument Kaneda would probably go sulk or burn off steam by fighting or going for a ride. He wasn’t really a man of comfort naturally and normally wouldn’t apologize until you sought him out. He was the type of guy that needed space after an argument but at the same time wanted to hold you and comfort you from the things he said. You could see in Kaneda’s eyes the look of shame and embarrassment in himself after yelling at you for an unreasonable reason, so after you gave him some time alone you would go find him and talk things out. You tended to keep your cool more than Kaneda but the same events took place even if you were the one to shout first. 

On the days things weren’t so good for Kaneda you would find him deep in thought and sulking on your back porch, debating weather to bother you about his problems. You understood that showing vulnerability was hard for him (being the leader of a gang and stuff) so you never pressured him to talk. Some days you would just sit beside him in silence staring up at the stars. Your head in his lap as you curled up against him and played with the hem of his shirt. Kaneda felt comfort in holding you, and it grounded him and made him realize just how lucky he was to have you and it allowed him to be more vulnerable at times. Some days Kaneda would explain what the issue was and ask for your advice, other times he didnt want to worry you or get you involved so he kept silent.

One the days you were upset Kaneda would try every little thing he could to see you smile. He’d make jokes, point out things he found funny, and try to spend more time with you. One night he stopped over at your house to check in on you because you had been acting off all day. Your parents had answered the door and let him up into your room (you were rich and your parents weren’t strict assholes like mine). With a soft knock he opened your door to see you seemingly upset and scrolling on your phone. He of course came to you asking what was up and if everything was alright. This of course caused you to break and start crying. You felt Kaneda pull you into his lap as he held you, letting you sob into his shoulder. When the tears slowed to a stop he’d ask you to look at him and tell him what was wrong. It was just a bad day for you, so there wasn’t a huge problem to discuss so you and Kaneda flipped on the tv and cuddled. Kaneda holding you in his lap, fingers gently playing with your hair as you fidgeted with his fingers, enjoying one another’s company. Sometimes he’d stay with you until you drifted off to sleep, and once you were asleep he’d carefully tuck you in and then head downstairs to say goodbye and thanks to your parents.

.You and Kaneda didn’t really spend too much one on one time together in school because you were both apart of the same friend group (not that he ever passed up the chance to have you on his arm and brag how he was lucky enough to have you as girlfriend), but outside of school you guys would do all sorts of things. Some days he’d take you for rides on his bike, other days you could convince him to stay in and play video games with you. One time he even let you drive his bike, however the whole time he was a helicopter parent but acted like everything was fine. Turns out he had nothing to worry about, you were a great driver and the only other person he trusted with his bike (which at times pissed Tetsuo off). Each day he made sure to walk you to your street, and sometimes your mom would invite him in for dinner which he gladly agrees too. Soon Kaneda practically became an extension to your family, and he was even invited to your lake house for a weekend. Your parents still didn’t know the whole truth about him but he treated well and respected them so he passed their requirements as a good boyfriend for their child.

#Kaneda shotaro #kaneda Akira #Akira #asks request #requests open #anon asks

[spikeghost]

Teen Wolf 1x02

I might not finish this show. This is fun now but this is gonna get annoying fast.

Dylan O'Brien already forced to carry this show at the tender age of 19. Somebody make sure his back is okay

I know i'm not supposed to but i can't help but cackle every time Derek pops up somewhere. Boy needs to work on his lurking skills

The score is so damn inappropriate. The chase scene in the locker room was cute though.

Gotta go make some spaghetti so i don't die or whatever.

Teen Stoner Melissa McCall prequel when?

what is this UI???

this was 2011, why does the UI look like from a show that aired in 2002???

Great-Value Blingee graphic-ass font

Derek is such a damn drama queen

Actually listen to him on that, The people of Pleasantville were on Tommy's ass when they realized their town had a werewolf, not just Muffy the Werewolf Slayer

high school sets always gotta have the one miniature stairwell. Legit can't think of a show that doesn't have that, even those shot in real schools

suck at dialogue and this is pretty much exactly the kind of shit I'm afraid I'll end up putting up on screen. And it's probably gonna happen anyway

kinda love that her inviting Stiles implies they actually had a conversation when he stormed to her place in panic and that she likes him.

girl got weird fucking tastes

This man is in his early 20's lurking around a high school... He needs to go.

Every time Lydia is talking they got that weird music playing like when the cops from Halloween 5 are on screen. All that's missing are the clown noises

What's a little graverobbing between friends?

this shot's actually kinda nice Also how rich was Derek's family? I want "old Victorian in the woods" money too

once again that boy trying to be Merton

oh baby no, that plant is gonna kill your ass too. It doesn't discriminate between humans and werewolves.

not to get all concerned parent on anyone, but seriously if you see aconite/monkshood in real life do NOT touch that shit without gloves and long sleeves. Idk if it's as bad as hemlock as far as the effects it has on the skin goes but the root juices and shit can be absorbed through the skin and it's very poisonous

Half unrelated but my uncle burned himself on what I think is Hemlock a while back, it’s invasive here, or at least that kind is invasive. And it was bad for a good while.

ok I think I like Stiles now

this was either incredibly ballsy or incredibly stupid on Stiles' part. Still figuring out which side of the fence he falls on in this department.

he kept the fucking monkshood. Going with stupid on that one

The Argents allowing a fucking werewolf to walk on their property and on their roof... They’re not very good at this are they?

well there you go. An excuse not to play!

and of course he didn’t think of it.

it's a lot easier to watch if i'm not paying attention too hard so if the liveblogging gets less dense you know why

Jackson's a bitch

i know they’re keeping the fact that Allison is a hunter a secret but they got her acting dumb for it so it’s not working.

#Teen Wolf

[xoxo-teddybear]

What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

Summary: An argument gone out of hand. Y/N just wanted Katsuki to be home more. They’re married and yet she barely sees him throughout the week. When she finally speaks on her hurt feelings, she gets a reaction she definitely wasn’t expecting.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

A/N:.....I cried while writing this.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

‘He’s gone already. Again. Like always.’

Y/N had awoken to another empty bed. Her husband’s side of the mattress remained cold and empty. This wasn’t anything new. It’s been like this for the past few months. She would wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, spend her day alone, eat dinner alone, and go back to sleep at the end of the day...alone.

It’s not that Katsuki is intentionally ignoring Y/N. He loves her with his everything, he truly does! But villains never rest and neither does he. He’s so preoccupied with hero work that when he does get a day off, his friends drag him away to a bar or game night. Y/N always ran through his head but she had always been so understanding. And besides, she knows how busy the life of a pro is. She used to be one so she gets it. Right?

Wrong. She doesn’t get it. Because even when she was a pro, her and Katsuki always found time for each other. And ever since said man made her quit, claiming he could take care of both of them easily and he would feel better knowing his beloved is safe at home, they’ve seen each other less and less. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Y/N was willing to quit her dream because she found a new dream in Katsuki. She always imagined that being his little housewife would give them more time together but the opposite of that came true. Now she sits in the big empty house with no company for hours on end.

Her sadness builds up every day. She misses her husband. She tries to be an understanding wife but at this point, it’s like he’s not even trying to make an effort to see her. It’s like he’s settled to just coming home to her sleeping form and waking up to her in the exact same state, leaving before he can witness her do anything else. He should understand her though, no? I mean, she had brought it up to him in a very casual way and so he never took it seriously, but she’s mentioned it before. He should have a pretty vivid image of how shes been feeling. Right?

After 6 months of loneliness and being ‘Katsuki-deprived,’ Y/N made her move to speak to her husband about her feelings. She already imagined the outcome. An argument due to Katsuki’s brash behavior and her ‘never back down’ attitude, sad times bringing in the silent treatment for the two of you up until the both of you give in and forgive each other due to the love you have. Finally ending in a compromise. Y/N released a heavy breath as she looked at the time.

1:36 a.m. Just a few more minutes until Katsuki’s home.

—

He was pissed. 3 large scale bank robberies, 10 villain-wannabe fights, an argument with his publicist about his ‘out of line attitude,’ and Deku replacing him on a random ass billboard. The last detail wouldn’t have mattered if it was anybody else but the fact that it was Deku had him riled up. He just wanted to go home to a quiet house with his beautiful wife and admire her gorgeous, slumbering state. However that was not what he was greeted with.

Katsuki grumbled as he unlocked the front door and walked in. He noticed the lights were still on and saw Y/N still awake, seated on the couch. On any other day, he’d be elated to see his wife was still up. They’d talk and cuddle and go to sleep together. If he was lucky, they’d both make love until the sun rose. But tonight, that wouldn’t be happening. He wanted a quiet house with his sleeping wife. Not..whatever was about to happen. He sighed as he dropped his bag at the front door and sloppily placed his keys in the glass bowl near the door.

“What’re you doing up dumbass?” He asked as he walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He needed a drink.

“I was waiting for you, Katsuki. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice, hoping it would suppress his for sure incoming anger. Katsuki closed the fridge with a kick to the heavy door and chugged down a quarter of his drink.

“I’m not in the mood. Had a shitty day and I wanna sleep. Just go to bed.” He said sternly while trying to finish his beer as fast as he could.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that hours ago? I wouldn’t have stayed up and waited for you if this wasn’t important. Please Katsuki, I really wanna talk.” Bakugou was beginning to grow annoyed. Why wouldn’t you just drop it already? He squeezed his bottle hard enough for it too crack before he spoke with a louder voice.

“Y/N! You’re not listening! I’m tired. I had a horrible day and I just want to sleep. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to stay up anymore, and I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to complain and bitch about like you always do!” He screamed. His words made your jaw drop.

“Not listening?! That’s all I do! All I do is listen to your every command so that you come home happy-“

“Well it looks like you failed today!” He said, cutting you off.

“Quit interrupting! And what was it that you said?! All I do is bitch and complain?! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious here Katsuki!” You pleaded, still hoping he would give in and listen. And he did...just not in the way you’d expect.

“Fine then! If this’ll get you to quit being an annoying ass waste of time, then speak! Talk! What the hell do you want?!” He asked, screaming at you, furious at all the dramatics you’ve brought up in one night.

His words kind of stung. ‘Annoying ass? Waste of time? Is this what he thinks I am?’ You grew silent at his insults and Katsuki seethed even more.

“Oh what? I scream at you and you bitch up? Toughen up Y/N, jeez. Quit acting like a baby! Tell me what you wanted to say!” He yelled.

“.......I just....I just wanted you to spend some time with me. .....Be home more.” You said in a quiet and broken voice. You looked down to the now very interesting floor as you played with your hands.

“Seriously? This shit again? I’m a pro-hero, Y/N! I’m busy! I’m not gonna drop saving lives just because your brat ass wants someone to notice you! Since when were you such an attention whore?” He asked while rolling his neck to relieve his strained muscles. Your eyes widen at the ground due to his words and your head snapped back up to face him.

“A-attention whore? I-...I just want my husband to stop working so much. I don’t know..maybe have a day off or two!” She said with a crinkled nose as you screamed.

“I do have days off, Moron. It’s why I’m not overworked, ever thought about that?!” He screamed back.

“And you spend those days off away from me! I’m not trying to act like the world revolves around me but I would hope my own husband would spend a day with me instead of his friends that he ALWAYS sees because you ALL WORK TOGETHER!” You argued. You made a valid point and even Katsuki knew that, but he was too stubborn to admit defeat. He was still tired but he had enough energy to put you back in your place. His eyes popped as a vein grew on his neck.

“Well- WELL YOU’RE ONCE AGAIN JUST BITCHING AND COMPLAINING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE SO UPSET!” He screamed.

“Don’t understand?! You know what? I know you don’t because you never listen to-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I WASNT DONE TALKING! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND THE HOUSE, LAZING AROUND, DOING NOTHING BUT TRY TO ARGUE WITH-“

“LAZING AROUND?!” You shouted in disbelief. “WHO MAKES YOUR MEAL PREP THE NIGHT BEFORE SO YOU CAN ENJOY IT AT WORK AND IN THE MORNING? WHO CLEANS THE ENTIRE HOUSE EVERYDAY WHILE YOU’RE GONE? WHO MAKES SURE YOU HAVE A FULL FRIDGE, CLEAN HOUSE, GOOD FOOD, AND A HAPPY LIFE? ME KATSUKI! ME!”

“Happy life? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU BITCH?! NEWSFLASH, IM NOT! SO CONGRATS Y/N! YOU FAILED ONCE AGAIN! AND WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YOU PLAY MAID WHILE IM AWAY?! IM BUSY SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE A GOOD WIFE SINCE YOU CANT EVEN BE A FUCKING PRO ANYMORE!” He insulted again.

“because of FUCKING YOU!” You argued once more.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” He said while throwing his bottle to the wall, causing it to shatter. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL BITCH ASS! I PAY THE BILLS! I BRING HOME THE CASH! I GIVE YOU THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE FUCKING FOOD, CLOTHES, AND ANY OTHER STUPID SHIT YOU WANT! AND ON TOP OF THAT, I STUFF YOUR STUPID CUNT TO PLEASURE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS. AT THIS POINT, YOU’RE JUST A WALKING HOLE FOR ME TO USE!”

His words hurt. They broke your heart. Did he really feel this way? If so, why was he even with you anymore. You notice a smirk grow on his face at your bewildered state. He looked as if he just won something. However, the smirk dropped into a scowl once he saw your eyes begin to pool with tears.

“Oh great! Cry! Go ahead! Just shed your fucking tears like you always do! I’m going to bed! Come join me when you’re done being an annoying bitch.” He said and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. You didn’t want the conversation to go this way and there was no conclusion. You needed this to be resolved now. You just wanted your husband back. You reached out to stop him from walking but the unforeseen happened.

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He said and smacked your arms away with a burning palm. Without realizing, Katsuki began to spark his quirk and so when he went in to push you away, he burned your forearm.

A loud blast and smoke filled the room and your screams of pain invaded his ears. The sound made a shocked face grow on him as he quickly turned to see the damaged he had caused. His heart sank as he saw you crying while holding your burnt arm with your other hand. You were slightly hunched over in pain as you took notice of the damage that had been caused. That he caused.

“Y/N!” Bakugou softly shouted as he ran to you. He wanted to help but before he could even lay a finger on you, you flinched. The action caused him to hesitate and hold himself back. He ran to the kitchen sink to get a cold rag and he brought it back to you. “Baby! I am so sor-“

You pushed him away and off of you as you quickly walked to your bedroom with a shadow casted over your eyes. Tears still flowed down your cheeks as sniffles could be heard from your cherry red nose. Katsuki couldn’t believe what he just did and ran to follow you.

“Y/N! Please listen! I didn’t mean it! I don’t know how that happened Teddy Bear but I swear I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said! I’m sor-“

*SLAM* *click!*

Katsuki realized he followed you out the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the entrance of the master bedroom you both shared before you slammed the door and locked it right in his face.

“Baby! Please open the door!” He said while knocking in a very rushed manner. He wanted nothing more than to help you and treat the damage he caused to his beloved wife. He had royally fucked up. He began turning and jiggling the locked knob in an attempt to get it open but failed. “Please Y/N! I have to take care of you and that burn. I’m so sorry but please let me in!”

On the other side of the door, you pressed your back against it as you held in your sobs and slid to the bottom. You pulled both lips in to conceal your voice while you held your wrist to examine the burn on your arm. It was so bad. Your skin turned an angry shade of red as it blistered and bled. You were dripping blood all over your carpeted floor and so you ran to the master bathroom in the bed room.

You turned on the sink and placed your forearm under the cold, running water. The water soothed it a bit but it wasn’t enough to cover the pain. You turned off the sink and grabbed a hand rag as you patted down on your wound. You took out the first aid kit and cared for yourself. You had to take the alcohol to clean it and sucked in a breath before you poured the solution over the burn. You screamed as it seemed to have hurt 10x more. After dabbing cotton over it, you wrapped it in bandages and took a breath of relief.

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

The entire time, Katsuki was still begging for you to open up. He heard your scream and grew frantic. He banged on the door and cried for you, still hoping, praying, that you would let him in. When nothing happened, he resorted back to calling out for you but to no avail.

About an hour went by and it was almost 4 in the morning. You sat on the bed with your arms holding your knees to your chest. You stared at the wrap as the memories of what went down tonight flashed through your brain.

‘Waste of time...brat ass...attention whore...ungrateful...annoying bitch.’

His words struck you right in your heart. Cruel thoughts began to fill your head.

‘He doesn’t love me. He hates me. I’m worthless.’ Your thoughts would’ve continued until a quiet knock snapped you out of you mind.

“....Y/N?...Baby?” It was Katsuki of course, but a softer version of him. A broken one. “..I don’t know if you’re listening or if you’re awake..but I need you to know that I’m so so sorry.” It was easy to hear his muffled and staggered voice that exposed his tears and sobs. “If I could turn back time right now, I would do tonight all over again, I swear. I would’ve came home and listened to you. And we could’ve talked things out. We would’ve came out of this problem being a stronger couple than we were before...because that’s what we always do. We always make it out of the dark together..because we’re a team..and I need you. .....Please...please don’t leave me Y/N. I love you so much. ‘M so sorry that I hurt you..that I burned you..that I’m such a terrible husband. But I promise you I’ll fix everything in the morning...................Teddy Bear?”

He didn’t know it, but you were listening. You heard every word but refrained from speaking. You knew that the second you did, you’d break down and go crawling back to him....but you didn’t want to do that. You wanted to leave. He physically burned you and you wanted to leave. You were going to sleep for a few hours, and when you would awaken, you would pack a bag and leave. And so, you began your plan and tried to get some sleep as tear streaks marked your face. It would all be over soon.

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

You rose out of bed and rubbed at your puffy eyes. You quietly got ready in the bathroom and applied the slightest bit of makeup to look more presentable. You took out a pair of shoes and tossed them to the center of the room. You were in your closet and pulled out a bag. You stuffed it full of a few clothes for you to wear, you couldn’t stay here. Not after what he did. You fought through the pain as you pulled on your jacket and placed your shoes on. You wiped your tears as you picked up your purse and got ready to leave. You were going to stay in a hotel. Didnt matter where or how expensive. You just needed to get away.

Finally, you walked to the exit of the bedroom. You took a breath before you slowly turned the knob and was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bakugou. He had slept in the hallway in front of the bedroom, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His knees were scrunched up with his arms resting there to be used as a pillow. He layed his head atop of his arms and as you looked down into his hands, you saw the rag. The exact rag from the argument. The rag that he attempted to use to help you. Little did you know, Bakugou hadn’t planned on getting rid of it until you let him use it to help you. He wanted nothing more than to fix his mistake and cater to you and your wound.

You shook your head as you felt tears began to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You took a step and sadly awoken the exact man you were trying to avoid. Bakugou had quickly woken up when he heard the slightest noise and was blessed with the beauty that is you. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a small smile.

“Y/N...” was what he whispered before he quickly got up to run to you.

“Y/N!” He ecstatically said with a hint of relief. He was about to wrap him arms around you but you kept a hand at his chest to keep him at bay. “Baby?...”

Bakugou looked at you with hurt and confused eyes when you didn’t welcome his embrace. Even when you were mad at him, you still allowed him to hold you so what gives? He looked at you and your attire. He noticed your jacket and shoes and saw you holding a bag. “W-what are you doing?”

You walked away from him but he snatched your wrist to make you turn to face him. “Y/N! What’s going on?!” He frantically asked with crazed eyes. You snatched your wrist back and ran down the stairs and he copied your actions. He followed you into the living room until he grabbed your wrist once more. You tried to pull away again but found it harder because this time, he gripped it tight.

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

“What? Why? Baby, please tell me what’s going on.” He begged as he squeezed your wrist.

“What’s going on? Are you serious? What does it look like? I’m leaving!” Bakugou’s eyes went wide once more and shook his head.

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

“I know! I know and I’m so sorry! But..but you don’t have to go! I can fix you up, I’ll take you to recovery girl, I will bring you to the best hospitals around the world to fix that for you! Just please don’t go!” He bargained and offered everything but you weren’t budging.

“It’s not just the burn Bakugou.” You deadpanned with a nonchalant face. His heart felt heavy after hearing your voice refer to him with his family name.

“..I-it’s Katsuki! Your Katsuki! It’s Suki, baby please!” Bakugou stepped closer as he cried once more but you backed away again. His hold on your wrist still strong as his fingers played with the ring on your hand, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that you are still his wife.

You shook your head at his pleading. “Bakugou. You burned me. But not only that, you’ve neglected me for months.”

“I know that! And I’m sorry! I will spend just as much time off of work to make it up to you, I swear I will, I promise!” He once again bargained.

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

“KATSUKI! ....please...please don’t call me that. I’m your Katsuki,” he said with a whimpering voice. At this point you felt the tears come through, but you still didn’t allow them to fall.

“Katsuki...I can’t stay here. Too much damage has been done.” You said with a soft voice. Bakugou continued to shake his head ‘no,’ but you already made up your mind. You used your wind quirk in your hand and blew his grip off your wrist. You took the quick opportunity to walk to the door but Bakugou grabbed your bag off your shoulder in a childish panic and attempt to get you to stay.

“Hey!-“

“Please Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave me! I- I know I’ve been a terrible husband! I’m sorry! B-But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll stay at home more, I’ll spend more time with you, Please!”

“Katsu-“

“I’ll buy you whatever you want! I’ll get you all the expensive brands, I’ll find you all the best jewelry, I’ll give you all the money in the world! I’ll give you the whole world! Please stay! I love you so much Y/N!”

“Katsuki, give me back my bag,” you tried to reach for it but Bakugou kept it away from you and pulled you in with one arm and held you in a tight embrace as he cried on your shoulder.

“Please...you can’t do this to me. I need you. I love you! I’ll do better! I’ll be a better husband, I swear..just please don’t go.” He softly spoke with a broken voice and soft hiccups. It was wrong for you to do this, but you sighed and pretended to forgive him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You hugged him tight and he fell for it as he openly sobbed now. His other arm that held your bag came to wrap around your waist but before it could, you snatched the bag out of his hold and pushed him away. You ran to the door and held a tight grip on the knob as you picked up your car keys. You saw Katsuki attempt to run back to you but you created a strong barrier of wind to protect you. “IM SORRY Y/N! PLEASE DONT!”

You took off your ring and tossed it to him through the barrier. He was quick to catch it and hold it right in fear of losing it. He had to find a way to get it back on your finger. “No..baby...Teddy Bear please!”

“....I’ll send you the divorce papers....Goodbye Katsuki.”

With that, you walked out of the door, still keeping the barrier alive. Once you started the car, you dispersed of the wind and Bakugou opened the door and ran to your car.

“Y/N wait! Please!” He cried out but he was too late. You pulled out of the driveway and drove off quickly down the street. He watched your car go as he began hyperventilating and tugging at his ash blonde locks. He ran back inside the house with your ring in hand as he looked for his phone. He found it on the kitchen island and quickly dialed your number. Of course, it went straight to voicemail but that didn’t stop him from calling about 50x more.

“This-...this has to be some stupid dream. A fucking nightmare...” he said as he tried to hide in denial. “Yeah...a nightmare. This is what it is...I’ll..I’ll wake up soon and she’ll be by my side in the morning...sleeping peacefully...and I’ll take the whole week off and spend it with her. She won’t be mad, we’ll be happy like we always are. S-She won’t leave me.”

Bakugou had an insane smile on his face with eyes of distraught on him. He clumsily made his way back to his bedroom where he flopped onto the large mattress and tried to get some sleep. He would sleep the whole day away if it meant you’d still be by his side when he woke up. The ring you abandoned was held tight in the palm of his hand as he held it close to his chest. His sobs overcame him but did aid in his journey to slumber. Eventually, he knocked out and a smile of bliss adorned his face as he assumed you would still be there in the morning.....oh how wrong he was.

The very next day, he woke up at 5:30 like he always did and quickly looked to your side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He was lonely. The exact same feeling you got everytime you woke up without seeing him for the past 6 months.

6 months. You’ve been married for 4 years and together for 8. Out of those 8 years, Bakugou spent 6 months neglecting you..and now...he lost you.

He stared at the empty space and bawled his eyes out like a baby as he screamed. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe you were cooking breakfast! You weren’t. Kitchen was empty. He ran to the living room! Maybe you were just watching some TV and reading a book, looking all cute and domesticated like you usually did. No, you weren’t there either. Bakugou checked every room in the house and when he couldn’t find you..he snapped.

His heart beated at a rapid pace as he trashed the entire house. Breaking windows, flipping desks, smashing furniture. He used his quirk to create blasts and burn marks into the walls and floors of the house. He did everything to get his frustrations out. The entire time he shouted and cried as rivers of tears flowed down his cheeks.

When he was done, he sat in the middle of the destroyed living room, laying his back against the flipped couch. He sat with his knees scrunched up as he hunched over, staring at the ground. His nose and eyes and basically his entire face grew puffy and red. His hair was a mess and so was he. Silent tears continued to drop, but his throat was too dry and hurt far too much for him to make anymore noise. However, he did fight through the pain to say one final thing:

“What have I done?”

A/N: hi cubsss! So a lot of you may know that my very first post, writing piece, and short story (He’s Lost) was created around angst, a breakup, and the fact that the triggering point was Bakugou physically hurting Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it and I HATE MY WRITING IN THE FIRST POST! It was terrible! Why tf did y’all like it so much?😭 And so, I’ve created a new piece revolving around the same elements, sorta as a way to check my progress. I hope you enjoyed!

ALSO!!! If you guys like this enough, I’m willing to turn it into a small yandere short story if you Cubs are down for that. Let me know and I’ll make it happen! Love you Cubs! See you next time🧸💗

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[noteguk]

bad attitude | jjk | m

[ ! ] this is part of the bad influence collection. You can read it as a stand-alone though! 

— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of. 

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry 

— words; 7,2k 

— author’s note; yes I started this with a meme and no I’m not okay. This is kind of chaotic tbh but I wanted to write something a bit more unhinged and lighthearted after all that drama from the third part of the series. This happens some time after bad reputation. 

Also! Take a look at the text messages that brought them to this moment ;) 

Probably one of the dumbest things that Jungkook had ever heard came from his roommate and childhood friend, Taehyung, after a few hours scrolling through Facebook with a blunt hanging from the corner of his lips. Taehyung was in the deep web equivalent of social media: entrepreneur pages, where young, overly-dressed men with obviously rented convertibles promised to teach gullible people how to become millionaires by working at home (if you only pay for their courses). Nevertheless, what started as an ironic scroll through shallow motivational quotes quickly escalated into a semi-believable, mostly high rant about the importance of controlling your inner demons, which Jungkook sadly had to endure, since he was the only person around and, therefore, his roommate's sole target. 

Taehyung was high out of his mind, but it seemed as if he would be the last to get that memo: in his twisted conception, he was spilling the hottest of truths (and not the incoherent ramble that it really was). Fighting through Jungkook’s complaints and eye rolls, he simply went on and on about how the page “Alpha Billionaire 101” wasn’t really that off beat when they said that you do, in fact, have two wolves inside you — and the one you feed is the one that wins. Jungkook was basically disassociating by the point that Taehyung started drawing some graphs, looking fixedly at the two wolves on the screen of his computer (one written “success and drive” and the other one representing “failure and procrastination”) and wishing that the gods above would strike him down once and for all. 

And why is that important? Well, because eventually Taehyung fell asleep and moved on with his life, only casually mentioning the other stuff he saw on that page, but his words stuck around, glued to the back of Jungkook’s head. Not because they held any sort of meaning, but because the wolf metaphor was just too stupid to forget. And that eventually caught up to Jungkook in the strangest, most unexpected of ways: with you and bondage being involved. 

Now, Jungkook had two wolves inside of him: one was extremely laid back and barely cared about most things that happened, as long as he was having a good time. The second wolf was a bitter, prideful, egocentric, mean little thing that simply wouldn’t fold no matter how much the world wanted it to. And it was that second wolf that took him to that position: because Jungkook told you that he was positive, certain, a hundred percent sure that he’d never be like you and beg for something during sex. 

Which made both of your wolves absolutely pissed. 

“What the fuck…” he mumbled, looking up at your agile hands moving like wasps around his wrists. The room was dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight that came from the window, but that wasn’t really the reason why his pupils were so blown-out. “Where did you learn to tie knots like this?” 

You smiled, giving a last pull on the ropes to make sure they would stay still. Jungkook had been elated when you finally told him that you’d be willing to try it out bondage. One thing he didn’t expect, though, was that he would be the one getting tied up. “I was in the Girl Scouts,” you told him, sitting back against his thighs. 

Jungkook scoffed, tugging at the ropes. They weren’t too tight, yet they burned his skin a bit — not an unwelcome feeling, but his mind wasn’t too focused on it. He had to live up to his own words. “Of course you were in the fucking Girl Scouts.” He rolled his eyes. “So, how long is this gonna take?”

His gaze followed as your hands unclasped your bra. Jungkook, who had already been stripped down to his boxers, could barely disguise the twitching of his eyebrows when your breasts finally came into view. The bra collapsed somewhere on the floor. “Depends on how long it takes for you to say it,” you reminded him. 

Jungkook shifted around, gaze following the rise and fall of your chest. His hands struggled against the ropes, aching to touch your breasts, and you could notice the frustration blossoming at the back of his throat when he spoke up. “I’m not gonna say it.” 

With a pout, you leaned back in, placing your hands on his broad chest for leverage. “Then it’s probably going to take a long time.” You blinked up at him, and there was a devilish glint in your eyes that he didn’t remember seeing before. He was doomed. “Comfortable?”

“Not at all,” he complained. 

The smile you gifted him made his knees weak for a second. “Perfect.” Your hands traveled to the back of his neck, fingers playing with his hair and eyes zeroing in on his mouth. “Now, be good and kiss me like you mean it, okay?” 

Be good? 

Jungkook didn’t get any time to digest your words before your mouth was pressing against his, enveloping him in your warmth — and suddenly he didn’t want to think about anything else. How could he? When you had your hands caressing his neck, with a soft sigh against his lips, there was nothing else in the world that could rob his attention. 

In the end, past his brooding, unshakable persona, Jungkook was still a weak man when it came to you, he really was. It had become a natural, well-rehearsed reaction of his to explore your mouth with his tongue at every chance that he got; your lips slapping together as he groaned against you. The skin of his wrists was tingling, pressing hard against the ropes that held his hands back from exploring your body; from pulling you closer like he wanted to. Instead, he was at your mercy, following your own pace as you leaned your head to the side, fingers tugging on his hair as you sighed happily into the kiss. 

It was exactly the way he liked: sensual, slow, messy; made his head spin when you rolled your clothed center on his erection before sucking on his tongue. Jungkook was sure that you were doing all that on purpose, riling him up as much as possible before finally touching him where he needed so much, and that was definitely going to be a problem. 

In the back of his head, Jungkook was currently trying to decide if he hated Taehyung or not: the fact that his roommate had compulsively chosen to attend a party three hours away was the reason that you were there, kissing him like he was the air that you breathed, but also the reason why Jungkook had gotten tied up in the first place. If he had had a bit more time between texting you that he would never beg in sex (a very dumb, very unthought action), and the moment that you actually tried to make it happen, perhaps he would be able to convince you to step down from it. Perhaps he would realize that his prideful side was also really, really fucking stupid when it came to predicting his own limits. 

Truth was: Jungkook was pretty much panicking when you moaned against his lips, because his cock was unbearably hard inside his underwear and he just knew that he would fold after some time. Especially when you were acting like that, like a demon trying to seduce him into selling his soul; a siren about to drag him to the abyssal depths of the ocean. He could barely follow what was happening. 

Because of his dominating tendencies, Jungkook had never seen you showing your typical neurotic, controlling self during your sexual adventures — which was something he endlessly teased you for, but never thought it would actually have any sort of backlash. It seemed that both of you liked the usual dynamic (of Jungkook taking over) well enough and, yet, as he watched that sadistic expression monopolizing your features, he realized that maybe it was for the best. Maybe you had been training your whole life to perfect the masterful art of having things happening the way you wanted it, and maybe giving you the lead was one of the worst decisions he had made in some time. 

As you pulled away, Jungkook chased after your mouth, managing to place another small kiss on your lips before the ropes held him back. “More,” he groaned. 

The curve of your mouth was a wicked little thing, almost making him lose his composure for a second. “No, no more,” you were firm in your words. “Be patient.” 

He huffed. “You only got an attitude because my hands are tied up.”

“I always have an attitude,” you were fast to correct, getting out of his lap. The lack of your warmth was instantly felt, made his chest heave in frustration as you sat down next to him. There was an embarrassingly large wet spot on his underwear that he was hoping you wouldn’t notice. “But, yeah, maybe I’m a little braver because of it.” Before he could muster up a response, one of your hands traveled between his thighs, faintly tracing its way up his skin. “And what are you going to do about it?” 

Jungkook clenched his jaw — it was embarrassing how sensitive he was, goosebumps spreading through his legs. “Don’t tease."

“Or what?” A squeeze of his bulge was everything you need to make him shut up, his hips buckling up to meet your palm. Jungkook was hard and leaking, pulsating as you gave him a few, half-assed pumps through his underwear. A few seconds were more than enough to let him have his fun, it seemed, because you were soon removing your hand from his erection. “Now, stay still unless you want me to tie your feet too.” 

He hissed at the lack of contact, but refused to complain about it out loud. You smiled at his reaction: Jungkook was so stubborn when it came to things like that, would never show you his weak, needy side so easily. But you were patient and, from what you had been told, you had all night to get your way. 

Call it revenge, call it whatever: there was nothing that you wanted more than to see Jungkook bite back his own words and beg for you. It was an ego thing, perhaps, the mission to leave him just as overwhelmed and desperate as he had made you so many times in the past. Maybe you were a bit mean about it. But it was well deserved. 

You took your time pulling one of his legs towards you, watching as his cock throbbed when you placed your body between his thighs. Jungkook could only think about how soft your mouth felt as you kissed up his thigh before, at last, you were nuzzling your face against his erection, placing kisses on his clothed member as your thumb pressed down on his sensitive tip. His breath grew irregular at the feeling, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as you looked up at him with that demonic smirk of yours, those big doe eyes that wiped his thoughts clean. Jungkook was absolutely fucked. 

Luckily, he didn’t have to urge you further because, soon enough, you were pulling his underwear down, making it join your bra on his bedroom floor. Jungkook could’ve cried when you rolled your thumb over his crown, spreading his precum all over him, a delighted hum dripping past your throat. “You’re leaking,” you commented, eyes following the glistening of his reddened tip. He could only muster a raggedy, short sigh before you were talking again. “I can clean you up, don’t worry.” 

Jungkook moaned out when you wrapped your lips around his cock, not hesitating much before you sank down on him. His head fell back when you started sucking, your cheeks hollowing out and tongue pressed flat against him. “God, your mouth feels so fucking perfect.” His hips thrusted up, but you had enough of a reflex to pull away before he managed to hit the back of your throat. “Take it deeper, baby, do it for me.”

But you did the opposite, removing him from your mouth. You glanced up at him with a disinterested look plastered all over your face, lips glossy with a beautiful mixture of your saliva and his wetness. Jungkook made a mental note to never forget that sight. “I don’t know if you understand what’s going on here, Jungkook.” You wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping it twice. It felt good, but nothing compared to your mouth. “But it’s really not your place to tell me what to do right now. That’s not how it works.” 

“Yeah?” He chuckled, eyebrows raised in a silent dare. “And what are you going to do about it?” 

Poor decisions: Jungkook’s week was filled with poor decisions. Blame that unshakable arrogant side of his, blame his terribly constructed defense mechanisms; blame whatever it was that didn’t allow him to think clearly when you were so beautifully placed between his legs, but it seemed that he really thought it would be a good call to provoke you when you were already 1) deadset on making him embarrass himself 2) probably the best Girl Scout to ever tie a knot in history. 

Jungkook was completely helpless: he knew that, you knew that. So the reason why he mocked you in such a position would forever be another mystery that science could never answer. 

And the payback arrived soon enough. Jungkook only earned a few seconds of relaxation, staring at your impassive face, before your mouth was sinking back down around his member. 

If Jungkook thought that you were teasing him before, now you were sucking him like you wanted him to cum in two seconds — hands pumping his length, playing with his balls, tip hitting your throat, tongue dragging against his slit: the four horsemen of your apocalyptic blowjob technique that got him seeing stars in no time. “Fuck, that’s my girl,” he moaned. He was sure his wrists would be all red in the following morning from the way he was mindlessly moving his arms around, his mind just so hyper-focused on the need to touch you, to pull your hair when you were wrapping around his cock so well. “Feels so fucking perfect.” 

Then, as he was just about to tip over, you pulled away. 

“No, what the fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, still unfocused and glazed-over. His body flinched at the interruption of his pleasure, and his cock throbbing against his pelvis, angry for attention. “Fuck, why did you stop?”

“That’s what I’m going to do about it.” You smiled, and Jungkook noticed that he was really playing a very dangerous game. In a span of two seconds, he asked himself if he was that mean to you, realized that he probably was, and came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t change anything about it. “Are you going to behave now, Jungkook?” 

He groaned, fighting against the frustrated waves that overtook his body. His orgasm, before so close, had now been washed away, leaving him with a pulsating feeling inside his guts. “You’re pissing me off.”

“Likewise.” You tilted your head to the side, placing one hand on his thigh. “Now, stay still and do what I tell you to do. That’s the last time I’m asking.” 

He frowned. “Or what?”

You blinked, pausing for a second. “Isn’t it obvious? Or I’m leaving you like this.” 

Jungkook’s brain finally seemed to comprehend the fact that, sometimes, it’s better to keep your mouth shut. So, instead of saying something, he simply watched as you removed your underwear before sitting between his legs, your thighs over his. 

Because you absolutely hated him, you had opened your legs wide, pussy on full display, as you used one hand to lean back against the mattress. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets when you used two fingers to spread your folds apart. “Look,” you said, your breathy voice making something inside his chest switch. “I’m so wet.” 

And wet you were. Jungkook exhaled, nostrils flaring. His mouth salivated at the thought of licking you clean, fingers growing white around the ropes. He never hated an object so hard in his life. “I can… I can see that.” 

You giggled at the grogginess of his tone, dove into the satisfaction that came from his focused eyes on your soaked folds. A gentle suspire left you as your digits slipped up, covering your clit with your arousal before pressing down on it. You were acting up a bit, whining loudly at the feeling because you knew that it drove him crazy to hear you make sounds for him. “Jungkook…” you trailed off. You had to bite back a laugh when his stare snapped up at you, looking so overwhelmingly horny and pissed off at the same time — the duality of men. “Want to have you inside me.” 

He exhaled heavily. “Do it,” he said and you allowed him to think that it was his order (and not your decision) that made you move. 

Jungkook’s pupils were blown out in sheer desire, wanting to absorb every light that bounced off your soft skin when you lined yourself with his cock, covering his tip with your warm wetness, allowing it to rub between your folds. By the time that you sat down on him, he was dangerously close to cracking. 

“Oh fuck.” His hips thrusted up, wanting to feel more of your tight walls around him. It was heaven and hell, just the way he loved it, but his delight wouldn’t last long. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”

“It does,” you agreed, but there was a teasing inflection in your tone that he did not miss. Soon, your fingers were back where they were before, circling your clit. “And I happen to know how to make it even better. For myself, at least.” 

It took him a few moments to understand what was going on, but, once it clicked inside his head, he could’ve cried from frustration. “What are you doing?”

“Getting myself off.” You smiled — oh you were such a fucking demon, he thought, a trickster spirit that wouldn’t rest until he was begging you to let him cum. Worst part? He might as well do it. “You don’t mind, do you? I know you love to keep your cock inside me like this.” 

They say that revenge is sweet and, as you saw the flash of desperation that crossed Jungkook’s face, you couldn’t agree more. “Aren’t… aren’t you going to move?” He tried. 

You could tell that he was holding back from just thrusting up inside you, which was equally satisfying and arousing: maybe, just maybe, he was starting to learn one thing or two about following your orders. “Hmmm… not at all.” You smirked, a tiny gasp leaving your lips as you circled your sensitive spot just the right way. Jungkook followed the movement of your lips as if they were writing the secrets of the universe. “Not if you keep that attitude up.” 

He frowned, the corners of his mouth twitching in frustration. From your peripheral vision, you could see his wrists vaguely struggling against your knots — humbly speaking, you were a great Girl Scout, the typical overachiever, and you were positive that they would hold up. 

“You’re going to regret this later,” Jungkook warned, but his words didn’t even have the chance to affect you. One clenching of your walls around him was all that it took for his head to roll back, a deep grunt dripping from his mouth at the sensation. It was just enough to keep him dangling over the edge, but not even close to making him cum. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. Feels so fucking good.”

“I’m almost there, that’s why.” Your other hand slithered up your waist, cupping one of your breasts. Being a bit more theatrical than necessary (because you wanted to provoke him as much as you could), you gasped out his name as you rolled one nipple between your fingers, arching your back at the sensation. You swore you saw Jungkook’s eye twitch. “Gonna cum just like this. And you’re gonna be good and watch me.” 

Again with that be good bullshit, again not giving him enough time to process it before you were timidly rolling your hips. “Baby,” he gasped. “This isn’t fair.” 

“It isn’t,” you agreed, slightly breathless, your hand moving to play with your other breast. Jungkook followed the action like every part of you was magnetic, calling for his attention. “You do that to me all the time, though.” 

He frowned. “But I let you fucking touch me.” 

“How nice of you,” you sarcastically remarked. Another small roll of your hips made you gasp, fingers working faster around your clit. Teasing Jungkook got you shamefully turned on, it seemed, because you were just about to tip over the edge. “Fuck, feels so good.” 

“It would feel so much better if you just— God, you’re so fucking wet,” his mind was barely functioning at that point, the heavenly feeling of your walls clenching around him was making him go insane. “Just ride my cock, baby.” 

“No,” that simple word was like an arrow, shooting all his hopes down. Jungkook closed his eyes and threw his head back, trying to fight against the claustrophobic nature of his position. There was no way he could hold himself back, he thought, he would beg you as many times as he needed it that was what it took for him to finally cum. “I’m close, Kook.” 

That whimpery, needy tone of yours would be the death of him one of those days. “I can fucking feel it,” he cursed. Jungkook just wanted to thrust inside your dripping pussy, make you cream his cock like you were made for it, but he knew that you would just stop everything again if he did so, and he seriously didn’t think he could take that. “S-Shit, baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” 

But you had a good idea of how you were affecting him. Through parted lids, you watched as his face contorted in pleasure when you squeezed particularly tightly around him; a muffled sob perishing on his throat when you vaguely raised your hips. Jungkook was filling you up so perfectly, like he always did, and it was that amazing stretch of his cock inside you, combined with the clear hunger that covered his features, that pulled your climax towards you. 

The orgasm that washed over you was abrupt, overbearing, just blinding enough so you didn’t notice the weak little moans that Jungkook let out at the throbbing of your walls around his aching length. You tried to prolong it for as long as possible, rubbing yourself, crying out his name for theatrical reasons, but eventually sensitivity got the best of you and you stopped. 

What you found when you did, however, was a glorious sight. Jungkook was a perfect picture of lust and desperation, his chest rising and falling rapidly and eyes locked on where your two bodies joined. There was a thin coat of sweat all over his skin, the small sound of the  ropes pulling on the headboard. When he noticed you were staring, he found your gaze. “I- I stood still,” he said. 

“I know, you did so good.” You placed one hand on his cheek, leveling your face with his so you could kiss him. Jungkook melted under your touch, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as you pulled away, his cock still deep inside you. “I’m proud of you.” 

As if something had magically changed, Jungkook tried to fight against his immobilized hands, only to find out that he was still unable to free himself. “Wanna touch you so bad, baby. You look so fucking hot sitting on my cock like this.” Jungkook was spoiled, you realized, because it didn’t take him two seconds of good behavior to revert back to what he wanted to happen. It was a terrible habit, you realized, one that you probably helped enable. “Fuck, just let me cum, baby. Take these off and I’ll fuck you just the way you like it.” 

And maybe if you weren’t so high up in your power rush, you would’ve at least considered his offer. However, having Jungkook turned into a pliant mess beneath you was worth more than anything else at that moment. “I’ll think about it if you say the magic word.”

He frowned, his charm melting away. Jungkook was so adamant on having it his way that it bordered on a joke. “Not gonna do it.” 

You kissed him once again before speaking up. “Then we don’t have a deal.” You shook your head, moving away from him. Jungkook searched after your mouth, but your stupid Girl Scouts knots didn’t allow him to go much further. He collapsed back against the headboard with a frustrated groan. “You’re a terrible sub.”

“Maybe because I’m not a fucking sub— Shit.” All his thoughts were wiped clean when you slowly raised your hips, only leaving his engorged tip inside, before, finally, sitting back down. The drag of your velvety walls against his sensitive cock was driving Jungkook up the wall, his tied-up wrists mindlessly knocking against each other. “Fuck. I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You pouted, repeating the movement. You watched as his jaw clenched, a sharp exhale leaving his nostrils as Jungkook both fought against and searched for his pleasure. “Sure you don’t wanna say it?” 

A deliciously slow roll of your hips got him gasping out. “I’m not gonna — fuck — not gonna say it.” 

You leaned your head to the side, stopping your movements. Jungkook’s abdomen was caving in with every small brush of your pussy around him, the illumination from the streets making the drops of sweat on his skin look like small diamonds. It was an erotic sight, from the falling of his dark hair over his hooded eyes, to the beautiful inked drawings on his arms. Unfortunately, you had other things to do other than to admire him endlessly. 

With a sigh, you got up from his lap. “Too bad.”

“Baby,” Jungkook whined — actually whined —  when he felt his cock slip out of your perfect heat, collapsing against his abdomen. The sensation got him flinching, made him bite his lip for a second in an attempt to compose himself. “Baby, don’t leave me like this, come on.”

You frowned, faking annoyance. “How can I not leave you like this, Jungkook?” Your palms slithered around his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. “You’re being horrible right now.” 

“S-Sorry.” His breath caught in his throat when your mouth met the skin of his neck, tongue prodding out to lick a small trail up his skin. Your heat was unbearable, suffocating him and drowning out his thoughts to the point that he had really apologized for his poor demeanor. If your predictions were correct, it wouldn’t take long before he folded the way you wanted him to. “Just, come on, you can’t just— I’m just so hard right now.” 

You giggled, fingertips moving down on his chest until you found what you were looking for. “Aw. Poor thing,” you teased, feeling as he grew stiff when you started to play with his nipples. A few weeks back, you had made the wonderful and unexpected discovery that Jungkook was really sensitive there, but you never really had a chance to explore that side of him before he flipped you over and had you his way. But the universe always searched for balance, and that moment was the karmic payback you were looking for. “What’s the problem, Kook?” 

“Wanna cum.” He winced away from your faint caresses, but he really didn’t have anywhere else to go. A smirk curled up on your lips as you watched Jungkook fight against the knots, a frail, airy moan leaving his chest as you rolled his nipples between your fingers. He sounded so perfect: so needy and desperate that you could feel another gush of arousal accumulating between your folds. “Just wanna cum so bad, baby.” 

“I’m not gonna be mean and hold it off,” you told him, moving back so you could place a kiss against his pouty, swollen lips. Jungkook looked so beautifully messy, so on edge, that you almost cried out at the sight of it. “You just have to say it,” you told him, lowering your hips until you were straddling his cock. 

With a roll of your pussy against him, his cock brushed between your wet folds, tearing a broken sob from his throat. “Fuck,” Jungkook cursed. He was never in a position like that: edged for so long that he couldn’t even control the grunts that left his throat. “You’re so fucking evil.”

“You love it.” Another grind of your pussy had him throwing his head back, a loud moan ripping itself from his heaving chest. Jungkook was sensitive, responsive to the tiniest of your touches and, most of all: he was desperate, seconds away from cracking. “You know, if you say it, I’ll let you cum.” 

His cock throbbed against you when you finally stopped your movements, raising your hips so your center moved away from his. Jungkook complained at the lack of sensation, practically on the limit of throwing a tantrum, and his pelvis mindlessly buckling up in search of your warmth. Instead, he found nothing, and his member simply collapsed back against his abdomen, aching for its release. 

“This— This is torture,” he groaned. You giggled at his distress, taking one hand to brush away the sweaty hair from his forehead. Jungkook leaned into your touch. “Please, baby, just fuck me.”

Your ears perked up at that, a pool of arousal starting to grow between your legs. That sounded even better than you had predicted. “Sorry, what was that?” You teased. 

Jungkook closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. “Don’t make me say it again.” 

Slowly, you lowered your hips again, pressing your pussy against his cock. Jungkook reacted instantly, taking in a sharp inhale. “Didn’t hear you,” you said. 

“God, baby, just fuck me, please,” he finally broke down, his dazed-out gaze seemed to have some trouble focusing on your face. Desperation was plastered all over him, staring at you like a beautiful, shimmering trophy. “Please, just let me cum. Please.” 

You hummed, leaning away so you could sit on his thighs, facing his erection. You were a woman of your word: you said you wouldn’t hold it back, and you wouldn’t. “Since you asked so nicely…” you trailed off, one hand wrapping around his base, pumping him a few times. Jungkook throbbed in your hands, his abdomen sinking as your thumb grazed his sensitive crown. “Where do you wanna cum?” 

It looked like you had truly broken the poor boy down because, for the first time in his life, Jungkook didn’t have any idea on how to answer that question. “I- I don’t know,” he struggled to speak when your hand was still caressing his member: just enough for him to feel something, but too slow and light for him to actually cum. “Anywhere. Just wanna cum.” 

You pouted, letting his cock go. It bounced on his pelvis, tore a painful cry from his throat as he felt his pleasure wash away once again. “I need an answer, Kook.” 

And he said the first thing that came into his mind. “Your pussy, baby, please.” 

A smile tugged on your lips — it seemed as if that word wasn’t so hard to say anymore. “Of course, you’ve been so good.” You moved around until you were sinking down on him, feeling that fantastic stretch all over again, and earning a shaky moan from his part. You only spoke up again after you were sure he couldn’t go any deeper. “Kook?” You called. His pleading eyes shot up at you. “Wanna fuck me?” 

He breathed out, just a tremulous gush of air that he could barely get ahold of. “Y-Yes, yes, please.” 

You hummed, wiggling your ass around just so you could watch his face contort in despair, crumbling under the delicious drag of your plump walls around his cock. Jungkook almost looked cute, you dared to think, even if you were sure he would fold you in half the second that he got those ropes off. It was like teasing a tiger in a zoo: people only felt brave enough to do it because there was a thick glass between them. “You better do it, then,” you told him. 

After everything you had put him through, Jungkook seemed almost hesitant to do so. “C-Can I move?” He asked, just to be sure. Last thing he needed was to do something wrong and have you walking out on him. His cock was so hard, leaking inside you, and he didn’t believe that he could handle being left like that. 

“Of course,” you told him, the tenderness of your voice so different from what you sounded like all night. Jungkook was still on the palm of your hand, but your victory when it came to making him beg had already been achieved. So you could relax and let him do the heavy lifting for once. Being active was exhausting sometimes. “Come on, Kook,” you egged him on, leaning forward so you could find support on his chest. You knew what was coming. “Fuck me.” 

That seemed to be the last spark he needed to ignite his fire because, soon enough, he was placing both feet on the mattress and thrusting upwards, your body collapsing forward under the force of his movements. Jungkook barely gave you any time to breathe: he fucked you fast and deep, helped by the gravity of your weight above him; shallow breaths and noisy whines leaving his mouth in a beautiful cacophony of sounds. It wasn’t long before he was making you bounce on his cock, pretty moans melting upon your lips as you fought to keep your balance over him. 

“B-Baby,” Jungkook stammered, an airy, high-pitched moan sounding from his parted mouth. His brain was utterly bewildered by the movement of your body above his own, the bouncing of your breasts and the wild fluttering of your eyelashes. And those moans, those gorgeous, ethereal little sounds that you reserved just for him. “S-So perfect. All mine.” 

“All yours,” you said promptly, struggling to meet his gaze. No matter how much you tried, you could not follow the speed of his thrusts, so you simply kept your body in place as he used it as he pleased. “Is this what you wanted?” 

He nodded, mouth falling open. His lips were pouty and swollen, slightly red from the way he had bitten them before. “Wanna cum,” he breathed out, “inside you.” 

No pretty please, you realized. Perhaps it wasn’t your best call to ask him to fuck you, because it dawned on you that you had just handed Jungkook his esteemed control back on a silver platter. That started simply as a doubt in the corners of your mind, however, you were sure that you had lost that battle once his needy whimpers started to wash away, instead replaced by the guttural, rough groans that he usually presented to you. 

Not that you truly cared about it: you had already proven your point. 

His head leaned to the side, pressing against his elevated arm. Jungkook was hypnotized by the way that your bodies met, the way you held yourself up so he could fuck himself inside you. You were always so good for him. “Your pussy feels so fucking amazing, baby,” Jungkook moaned out, hips snapping up against yours. A hiss dripped from his mouth when he felt you clench around him, signaling that you were close once again. “Look so pretty. Made for my cock.” 

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, head falling back. You could feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of your stomach, your orgasm ready to snap once more. Jungkook always fucked you so well, even when his hands were tied up, always left your brain scrambling after the most basic of words. “I’m c-close.” 

Jungkook tried once more to pull at his restraints, but it simply wouldn’t bulge. The contrast between the red ropes and the dark ink decorating his skin was beautiful, the veins of his hands getting thicker as tugged again and again. Jungkook was beyond the realms of reason by that point, struggling like a caged animal because there was nothing else in the world that he wanted more than to touch; to suck your breasts and to fuck you the way he wanted to. “Gonna cum too, baby,” his voice was almost a roar, deep and frustrated. It shot straight up to your core, made you tip over the edge and come down spasming around his cock, your high washing over you. “That’s it, cream my cock,” he praised. In the background of your overwhelmed state, you could feel as his member throbbed inside you, ready to release. “Take everything for me, alright? Wanna fill you up.”  

You barely had any time to nod before he was spilling himself inside you, a long, throaty moan dripping like sin from his lips. Jungkook tried to keep his movements up for a bit longer, delighting himself in the way you winced at the feeling, but even he had grown too tired to continue it. So, at last, he collapsed back against the mattress, sweaty hair falling over his eyes. 

“Get up,” he commanded, breathless. “Let me see it.” 

With shaky movements, you did as he requested, planting one hand on his thigh so you could raise your body. His cock slipped out at the motion, already softening, but his gaze was stuck on the gradual dripping of his cum between your pussy lips. As much as you were used to that specific request, it always made your legs weak when you looked at him during that part — no matter what happened before, Jungkook always had that maniac expression plastered all over his face, like the mere image of his cum slipping out of you was enough to send him into a frenzy all over again. And, most times, it was. 

“Good girl,” his dark stare slowly navigated towards your eyes. His arms were surprisingly still, no longer battling against the ropes, and there was something ominous about that. “Push it back in.” 

Because you didn’t want to anger him any further, you agreed. It was almost impressive how quickly Jungkook was able to take back his control: even with him being immobilized, you were still folding and following his wishes like it was your second nature. “Like this?” You asked, using two of your fingers to stuff his cum back inside. 

“Yeah, just like that.” He breathed out, the final seconds of his exhale morphing into a low growl. “Now, ___,” he called, eyes still glued to your pussy. “Untie me.” 

You almost wanted to go against that, given the way he was about to break you in half, but that wasn’t probably the brightest of ideas. A bit nervous, you moved off his lap and sat down next to him, hands flying to undo the knots. “Hang on,” you requested. From the corners of his vision, you could see Jungkook staring you down, his piercing eyes focused on your face, silently watching you through the curtain of his black hair. At last, you managed to undo the ropes, the thick material falling beside you as Jungkook lowered his arms and started to massage his wrists. “How are your hands? I hope it wasn’t—“

“Lay down.” He interrupted, dry. Your mouth fell shut — none of your usual sarcastic remarks finding their way past the lump in your throat. 

The softness of the pillow was a welcomed sensation, but your body could not relax, not when Jungkook was still looking at the pink marks on his inked skin, thinking about what he was going to do to you. You waited for what seemed like hours until he finally moved around, arms on either side of your head and chest pressed flush against yours. Jungkook’s heat was asphyxiating, his nose bumping against yours as he placed a small, tender kiss on your lips. He was being too calm, you noticed that instantly; still waters with sharks swimming underneath. 

“Silly girl,” he mumbled against your mouth, fingers pressing on either side of your jaw. Jungkook pulled your mouth open, thumb caressing your lower lip as he stared down at you like an arrogant monarch. You felt terribly small, shrinking under his presence. “It’s not my hands that you should be worrying about.” He smirked, and his thumb paused its tender motions on your lip. He sighed. “Now that you had your fun, I’m gonna have mine.” 

~ 

Jungkook was right: his wrists were red the next day. He naively thought that no one would be able to see it through his tattoos, but Taehyung, even in his hungover stupor, had his detective eye ready and noticed the marks right away. There was absolutely no way all his crime documentaries made him such an expert, Jungkook thought, but couldn’t really be sure of it. 

“You know… things like this only make me more curious,” Taehyung said after Jungkook had refused to tell him who had come over the previous night. He was munching on his sandwich like his life depended on it, brows furrowed into a perfect picture of concentration. There was jelly all over his mouth, pulling up the corners of his lips and making Taehyung look like a terrible, discount copy of the joker. “Like, a chick tied you up? Come on, I have to meet someone like that. It’s a matter of, like, survival, some alpha wolf bullshit—“

“Fuck off,” Jungkook cut him short, burying his face on his hands. He was too tired to deal with any of that. “I never want to hear about you or your wolves ever again.”

~

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Freaky Idea

Pt. 2 of New Idea

pairing: Stepbrother!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, pseudo-incest, smut

synopsis: The last guaranteed day you have with Taehyung is spent with his choice of adventure. You learn a lot of things about the history of freakshows, and how much of a freak your brother is as well.

warnings: mention of murder and somnophilia, riding, manipulation

word count: 3.8k

When Taehyung agreed to being your slave for a month, he wasn’t lying. He was attached to your hip throughout the whole time span, obeying your every command without complaint. You didn’t deem him forgiven, but you can’t say you don’t enjoy his company and compliance. The whole month was a bliss for you.

The first week, the morning after the… event, you had him prepare breakfast for you and your mother walked in on him cooking an omelette for you. She was perplexed, and with her morning drowsiness asked, “You’re home?” before smothering him with a hug. Your father gave him the minimum acknowledgement, and it went by quickly with your mother being surprised every time she saw him in the morning.

The second week, he drove you around and paid for your every need. You don’t know how he has so much money, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he sells drugs or had robbed a bank. You decided to reward him by kissing his cheek every time he bought you clothes and jewelries per your request. He realized he enjoyed spoiling you, and took you shopping in different malls for 7 days straight.

The third week, you met his friend. You had insisted, and he gave in after a short while of you begging because it was difficult to say no to you and rules are rules. His terms were: 1. You're going to act like his girlfriend, and 2. You sit on his lap. Maybe you didn't get it, but his friend Namjoon didn't seem dangerous enough for you to be behaving the way you were forced to. Sitting in front of a burning barrel in the middle of nowhere, Taehyung and Namjoon smoked weed together while you watched them. The conversation was fun, and you wanted to see him again. Taehyung didn’t allow you to question the ordeal. Rest of the week went by a breeze.

Fourth week was relatively calm as well, and now Taehyung is on his final day of slavery. It’s somewhat melancholic for you because you don’t know if he’ll vanish once the clock hits 12. You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging your dangling legs while your step-brother inspects the fridge to find you something for lunch. The two of you woke up late this morning, well, afternoon, and you don’t know why you feel so exhausted and sore. You’ve been feeling this way for a whole month now, but you’re growing somewhat used to it. 

“This bitch is empty,” Taehyung grumbles before closing the fridge and standing up straight. When he notices your soft pout, he slithers his way between your legs. “What’s wrong princess? Are you tired?”

“Will you be here tomorrow?” you blurt without beating around the bush and peek at him under your lashes.

His brow ticks as he tilts his head. “Did you want to do something?”

“Well, no,” you drawl, “I just wish… you were here more often.”

"You know I can't stay away from you for long," he counters your worries, "especially if you allowed me to…"

"Stop." You distance yourself by pushing him away; you don't want to think about what he was implying. You made it explicitly clear that anything remotely sexual wasn't allowed to be brought up when you were around, and he’s been sticking to that rule until now - to your knowledge, at least. 

“Stop teasing your sister, Taehyung.” your mother enters the kitchen while tying the knot of her robe, now checking the fridge herself. 

He rolls his eyes before turning to her and retaliating, “I didn’t even do anything.” You giggle to yourself and bite your fist. “Did I tease you?” he asks innocently with his neck craned in your direction.

“Yes, he doesn’t even make me breakfast,” you joke with a grin. 

“The fridge is fucking empty!”

“Language,” your mother warns strictly before taking out a box of frozen pizza. “And it isn’t empty. Could you turn on the oven for me, love?” You nod and arrange the heat to 200 degrees while Taehyung scoffs, “I can’t survive in a house with women.”

“Man up,” your step-father butts in monotonously. “You have to rely on your mother to cook to this day. When will you move out? Act your age Taehyung, you’re 21.”

The light-hearted atmosphere dims with the presence of Taehyung’s father. There’s a distinct contrast between your two parents, and you can understand why your step-brother is so rebellious around them. The only thing holding them together is their dedication to religion. 

He only huffs and crosses his arms in response as his dad grabs a carton of juice and a glass from the cupboard. It’s tense in the room until Taehyung leans into your ear and whispers, “I’m only here because of you.”

A light blush tints your cheeks at his sweet confession, although it also makes you guilty. He later convinces you to eat with him in your room, and it’s comfortable in your bed as you chomp on the slices hungrily. 

“Is there anything you want to do today?” Taehyung asks as he chews on his pizza.

“Let’s do something you want for a change,” you answer after swallowing. 

Though he hasn’t been showing any lack of interest around you, you are aware that you haven’t been doing anything fun by his definition. You’re worried that you’ve bored him throughout this whole timespan of being together.

A smirk grows on his face and there’s that glint of mischief in his eyes that you’ve missed. Fair, the last time you saw it was before he traumatized you, but you try not to think about it much like you ignore the constant ache between your legs. 

“There’s this circus,” he begins slowly, “I hear it’s interesting. Would you want to come with?”

You know he’s leaving something out, his cautious tone and aura implicit he knows something you don’t. But you nod anyway, because you still stupidly trust him.

Taehyung’s car is old and retro, but he must have upgraded the engines for how fast he is driving. You like admiring his side profile as he holds the steering wheel, but the view is much more interesting when he catches you looking. It’s a far location, and you’re out of the city by the time he parks his car in the woods. How did he memorize the directions when it took an hour to get there?

“We’re here,” he announces before shifting the manual stick gear with a screech. You exit the car and he is not gentle with the way he slams the door closed, so you do the same. You can see hints of red colors between the cracks of the thin trees. 

“Is it open?” you question apprehensively. The sun hasn’t set yet, but it should be getting dark soon in the evening. 

“Hasn’t been open for a century. You wouldn’t believe the amount of history this place has.”

He takes the lead in his steps, and you follow behind though your gut doesn’t approve. The path isn’t long, and only then do you see the circus when Taehyung moves aside. It’s run down, worn out colors in the curtains, broken glasses on the ground and the circus barely holding itself up. There’s a huge cannon in the middle of the stage, the tip balancing itself on the ground. It’s kind of creepy, but Taehyung doesn’t leave you in the dark for long.

“A lot of crazy shit happened here, you know,” he piques your curiosity, “the clowns were fucking freaks. Any type of physical disorder landed you in here, whether you liked it or not. Even for babies,” he picks up an idle shard of glass, “these were jars. They had deformed fetuses on display on a stand, but the wind must have fucked it up.”

“Deformed fetuses?”

“Yeah, like, conjoined and some other stuff.” You grimace at his description, although it stirs empathy in you. The 20th century sounds inhumane. 

“Are these real stories?” 

“Yeah. And the cannon: they rocketed people from this very bad boy,” he points at it before standing under.

Your stomach sinks as you panic, “It could fall on you!” You pull at his hand and the force makes your chests meet. He smiles down at you before pecking your lips. You stammer, a little mad as he chuckles before walking to a wooden wheel. He makes a star pose after stepping on the metal stand, stretching out his limbs to fit the whole circle. 

“This was the Wheel of Death; they threw knives at targets on this. I think they only targeted females actually...” He nods at you to replace him as he hops off. You go along with his idea and climb on the stand, though it creaks weakly. He takes out a pocket knife from his pocket and you’re about to yell before he hurls it at you. It lands above your shoulder and you immediately scold, “What the fuck, Tae?! Why would you do that! I could’ve died.”

He shrugs with a bright grin, clearly unbothered by your stressing. “My aim isn’t too bad.” He walks over to you and collects his floating knife. “Besides, when have I ever hurt you?”

You bite your tongue and purse your lips with a glare. 

“See?” he whispers. “You can’t even name one time…”

He’s teasing your silence, how you can’t even dare to voice the specific night. You haven’t even told your parents and slept with him right after, and he finds that so interesting: that you trust him with your life. 

“You actually can’t? Wow, I didn’t realize I was such a good brother,” he grins lopsidedly before snapping his fingers. “On with the tour.” He is enthusiastic as he struts past the circus. You shake your head with a sigh but follow him regardless. “So there were sword swallowers, acrobats, strongmen, anything that drew attention. They had a shit ton of accidents and deaths, but you would die if you got boring as well.” Taehyung holds back a bush to let you pass; the place he’s leading you to is a lot more crowded with sages and trees than the previous path. “Once the initial attraction wears off, you’re a goner. They couldn’t survive in that society with those deformities, so it was suicide either way.”

“That is so cruel,” you mumble sympathetically. “This place was like a fractured fantasy.”

“At least they lived for a bit… up until someone ended it.” When he pushes away the woodruffs, you’re met with another rundown site with a few… cages? “This is the trailer. Where they stayed and got ready for their shows. Some were held against their will, and slept with the animals in those cages.”

You gape at your surroundings in shock. The trailer is missing one side of the wall, and the rest have been vandalized with random phrases written in spray paint. You don’t give much attention to the torture cages, because the trailer has a lot more to show. It still has couches on the incomplete hardwood flooring, and Taehyung plops on one. The fabric is torn and dust rises the moment he’s on the seat. “That’s so dirty, Tae,” you pull a displeased face.

“Don’t be rude to the past occupants. Their ghosts might still be around.” He wiggles his fingers as if imitating a monster. He then pats his thighs, beckoning you to sit on his lap. You begrudgingly do so, and he wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you flush against him. “Any theories on how this shitshow ended?”

“Police intervention?”

“Something like that, I guess. One of the acrobats went nuts and shot everyone, so the place was shut down.”

“What?” you widen your eyes at him. “Why did they do that?”

“He was going to be replaced, so he got rid of the competition. Very chilling,” he casually states. “There must be some bullet holes in the walls, but we can check that out later.” His head snuggles into your neck while you’re still processing his words, but you go blank when he starts leaving feather light kisses on your neck. “Right now,” he murmurs, “I just want you to ride me.”

“Ride you?”

“Don’t act innocent, you know what I mean. You said I could choose what we did today… and I want to fuck here.”

“Taehyung… I specifically told you we aren’t allowed to do anything sexual. You hurt me last time as well,” you frown at the mention. 

“I asked you if I ever hurt you earlier. Did you say anything?” he asks condescendingly.

“No…”

“Why are you saying I hurt you now? Don’t tell lies, baby. Besides,” his hand slides down to your thigh as he speaks in a low, sultry voice, “I’ve been loosening up your cunt. You don’t even wake up at night anymore. It won’t hurt this time, I promise.”

You had an inkling, the stupid inkling that you tried so damn hard to brush aside. “You fucked me in my sleep?” you force out, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. “And you brought me here just to–”

“Christ, no,” he cuts you off offendedly, “I’m not that sick in the head. I didn’t plan it, but I can’t say I wasn’t hoping. It’s not like I’m going to rape you.”

“You did it once!”

“I was on a lot of drugs then! I’m clean now,” he huffs in irritation. “I’m sorry about that, and I know my apology is long overdue or whatever, but give me a break. I’ve been into you since I was like 16.”

You turn to look at him - really look at him. There’s not a trace of guilt on his face; the roots of his messy teal hair have grown out; the beauty of his naturally downward lip corners; you don’t know what to think. Your mind is a mess because you don’t know what to make of his confession. He has manipulated you countless times, coerced you into doing things you would never do, and for once you reflect on his personality. This could be one of his schemes in order to get you to do what he wants, and ironically, he was supposed to be doing that for you. Through all of your scrambled thoughts, you only muster a meek “really?”

“Yes,” he affirms, “that’s why I want to be intimate with you.”

Lies, lies, lies, you think before gently pressing your lips against his. Despite your attempt at kissing him softly, he doesn’t cooperate by instantly sucking on your nether lip with vigor, his hands immediately meeting at your hips to gently rock them against his crotch. He bites your lip before swiping his tongue against it, coaxing, “Suck on my tongue.” The awkward angle from where you’re kissing him makes him turn your body to completely face him, your knees landing on either side of him on the uncomfortable chair. It doesn’t matter, because you’re starting to forget the whole setting, just about everything except for him as arousal begins to seep in. Heat pools in your stomach at the switch in mood, and he’s enjoying your compliance as he quietly moans into your mouth. 

While you’re busy relishing in his swirling tongue, he starts tugging down your pants and you help him without looking. You sit up to push it down your ankles and throw it on the floor along with your panties. “What’s gotten into you?” he chuckles breathlessly before leaving wet kisses on your lips and pulling away to take off his wrinkled shirt. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, equally breathless.

“I don’t know, you’re just… so hot when you’re horny.” His boyish smile grows on your flustered face as he says, “Take off your shirt. Wanna see those pretty tits again.”

You bite your lip to suppress your insecurities, but it doesn’t help when you’re left in your bra as you cover your chest. “Don’t be shy now,” he teases knowingly and removes your arms before unclasping the garment. “Take out my cock now.” His tone is gentle with encouragement. You unzip his jeans timidly, but your eyes grow in wonder at the outline of his erection. “I’m so hard for you,” he assures you in a whisper and takes your hand in his to rub himself. “You’re so pretty, and sexy. I fucked you every night because you’re just so irresistible. You understand, don’t you, baby?” 

“I… Yes,” you agree and finally push down his briefs. His throbbing cock stands proudly and you’re intimidated by the size until he murmurs, “I won’t hurt you.” He lightly touches your bare pussy, slick with your arousal as you shudder. He coats your vulva with all of it, giving special attention to your clenching hole as he inserts a single finger. “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head, and you’re confused by the lack of pain and the desire for more. It feels good and that is a surprise for you as you sink down lower on his finger. He curls it, adds another finger and stretches your walls, emitting a moan out of you. You’re liking it, and you don’t know why; he was so cruel the last time that you were convinced something would go wrong now. Nothing does, and if anything, his fingers make you feel the best you have ever felt though it is not enough. “More,” you beg and he replaces his fingers by pulling you to the head of his cock. He’s staring right at you with hooded lids as he rubs it up and down, making you release a needy whimper. “Please, Taehyung.”

And like the slave he was meant to be, he shoves it in with a grunt. Your scream catches in your throat at the initial sting, but it’s worth it when he screws his eyes shut in pleasure and bites his lip to hold back a groan. He looks angelic under you, although he is anything but. You realize he is waiting for your cue to move, and it flutters your hearts because he is more attentive to you this time. Rather than letting him take the lead, you act on your instincts as you roll your hips. It’s unsteady at first, the foreign position making it difficult for you to adapt to so fast. His audible quick breaths encourage you to take your time in angling your pelvis comfortably, and when an involuntary moan leaves you, you place your hands on his shoulders before sticking to the current stance and going up and down on him. 

“Oh shit, you’re doing so well,” he praises you between gasps, supporting your body with his hands, “feels so fucking good. My good girl.”

It gets to your head, how much he’s enjoying your motions. He meets them with thrusts of his own, perfectly hitting your cervix and blinding you with pleasure. What is it that makes you feel so wonderful in this situation? Is it the touch, or the complimentary fact that you’re the only person Taehyung wouldn’t get bored of? 

Could it be that you’re two of the same?

Maybe he’s the one desperate to please you, you think as he massages your breasts, flicking your hard nipples with his thumbs so graciously. The eerie silence is broken by both of your loud moans, ecstasy sensually building up in knots in your stomachs. Sweat accumulates on your forehead, your hair sticking to your face but not hiding the sight of his erotic expression. You arch your back and grind down on him, and he’s limp on the loveseat as he takes all that you give him so submissively.

It’s your turn to use him, and you actually start understanding what makes him so rash and impulsive in hopes of receiving this amount of serotonin. It’s worth it, the release of control and morals to be with him. “Taehyung, h-how did you do it?” you moan. “Every night, what did you do?”

“I,” he tries to catch his breath, “I used my fingers to stretch you out. One finger, then two, then three.” He groans and thrusts into you fast and hard, “I fisted you at some point, and you came in your sleep, and then on my cock. Moaning and whining every fucking night, like some filthy whore.” You mewl at his crude words. He’s so obscene with you, and you clench your walls in response. “You like being my whore, hm? Little freak.”

“Yes, yes,” you confirm in a whimper, nodding your head as you pass the dominance onto him. He’s fucking into you while you stand on your knees, eyes rolled back with drool about to drip from the corner of your mouth. He starts to rub your clit and kisses your neck for you to tighten around him over and over again; it’s heaven in an empty graveyard. It’s so fucked up, yet he can’t stop. You’re panting as he manipulates your body to mold with his. “I’m close.”

His hands fall on your ass, greedily kneading it as your hips begin to stutter, your orgasm climbing up just as your energy is falling down. It hits you like a truck: the peak of pleasure, accompanied by a silent scream, nails digging into his skin as your muscles tense. “Fuck,” you breathe once his thrusts begin overstimulating you, but it’s not for long as he shoots his load inside you with a groan. He’s twitching as his erection becomes flaccid, and you feel it as he pulls out. 

“Bet it didn’t hurt,” he jokes while you recover from your climax. You’re leaking with his cum and he uses his shirt to wipe you clean, making you shake from how sensitive you are. “I’ll buy you the pill on the way home.”

“Thanks,” you plainly say and stand up to pick up your clothes. You’re trembling slightly and a little achy, but it’s nothing compared to losing your virginity. 

“What? You gonna give me the cold shoulder now?” He’s only in his loose pants and has his shirt thrown over his shoulder. He buckles his belt while you put on your bra. 

“Why did you make us act like a couple in front of Namjoon?” After hearing his confession, the interaction before bugs you.

“What do you mean?”

“Is it because you didn’t want him to think I was single? Because you like me?”

“No, he’s a convicted felon. Crazy motherfucker killed his ex’s new boyfriend,” he reveals with a scoff. “Besides, if you like me, you’d like him as well.”

Putting your shock aside, you realize one thing: Taehyung doesn’t want to be replaced. Does that mean you hold power over him? Or will he do anything at any cost to be in your life?  Regardless of your internal monologue, you only reply with, “who says I like you?”

It’s a joke, and he knows it. As promised, he buys you an emergency pill and another shirt for himself on the way home. His days of slavery are over, and you wonder: where will he be tomorrow? Maybe take his father’s advice… 

#bts imagines #bts x reader #bts scenarios #bts smut #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #bts fic #taehyung fic #kth smut #bts #thekpopnetwork

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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs.

Summary: How would Hybrid!Bakugou would react to being adopted by the reader and their domestic life together. Headcanons and believe me, it's a long one... [2k WORDS OF HCS psjxksdj stop me pls] PLATONIC/ROOMMATES HCS, will do a part two later on with continuation and romance cuz 2kwordsbro...

Notes: I love Hybrid AU!s and I want to indulge myself with this. I barely see these in the fandom, so maybe you guys will like it! Also, depending on how it goes, I'm gonna consider making more for other characters, whachu say? Tell me what you thought and I hope you enjoy!~ ♥

Part 2 here!

× he's a wolf hybrid, and the workers at the shelter warn you that he's feral as you pass by where he was locked

× it seems he was in an illegal fighting ring and nobody could get close to him even if his living conditions now were much better than the hell hole he lived in before

× he growled, scratched, yelled, overall he needed so much help

× normally that would've been very intimidating to you but while the workers tried to push you towards some bunny or dog hybrids they had around, you just froze because the mf said they were considering sacrificing him

× like wHat the fuck?? he's a human being?????? sure he has a tail but what????????

× and you just foken went crazy for a moment cuz you didn't even see him in his cage, he was hiding somewhere under the bundle of blankets he had, probably asleep

× so you just went mental, demanding an explanation because hybrid shelters do not and should not sacrifice a person

× and your increasing yelling just made all the hybrids anxious

× and Bakugou heard everything [who wouldn't]

× i shit you not, the employee tried to explain why

× legit said cuz he's aggressive

× Bitch I'd be aggressive too! I'd bite your jugular off

× course, security was called but you already prepared to call the police, Hybrid Protection Services, your lawyer, your friends, the president, you name it

× and that's when you said you're adopting whoever was under the blankets. NOW.

× always hated the word adopting, but you were looking to give a hybrid a chance since you finally had a spare bedroom in your new apartment

× so like security and the worker just look at each other cuz who tf is gonna be the brave soul to go inside the cage to retrieve Bakugou Katsuki and get rid of you both already

× you're just staring at them like u srs bro? so you just send them to do the paperwork while you decide to go in yourself because you needed to get out of that place ASAP to still contact HPS on this shelter

× security stayed by the door while you hesitantly walked towards the blanket bundle [not so brave anymore] cuz why did that dude have his gun out??????

× but when you approached the bundle and kneeled in front of it you noticed movement

× a fluffy sand yellow tail suddenly came to view and it was big, slowly moving from side to side

× so with the gentlest voice you could muster [after screaming your lungs out moments ago] you tried to talk to whoever was underneath

× you introduced yourself and said you're here to take them home but got nothing, just casual tail movement

× Big Hunkus Brutus Security Guardus™ was getting impatient so he told you to just "fuckin put the collar and leash on the stupid beast" and you just 🙃 fucking excuse u?? while turning towards him

× it was a delicate time and you needed to take it slow, and anyway you knew you'd get that crap off your [hopefully] new friend as soon as possible

× what you didn't expect was the guard to freeze and raise his gun again, but was pointing above your head, not even looking in your eyes

× so you turn and meet a naked chest, scarred, with recent bruising on and big

× looking up you see Bakugou Katsuki, ruffled blonde hair, wild in all directions, red eyes harsh and staring at the guy behind you, only some pants on his form and tail still waving very slowly behind him

× while Chunkus Brutus trembled in place, gun shaking in hands, you were in the fuckin middle of it all

× what you didn't expect is the hybrid to take the collar in your hands and wrap it around his neck, now looking at you, expression still harsh but this time it didn't scream murder [and then grabbed a shirt, thank the heavens]

× progress? making friends? good first impressions?

× na lol you wish but that's spoilers 👀

× the process of adoption went smoothly, and when I say smoothly I mean Robustus Dumbus Brutus behind both of you with his hand still on his gun while all the workers gathered around to see the crazy insane person that adopted The Devil™, the guy that told you about the sacrificing was actually filing the paperwork as fast as possible under the intense gaze of the wolf

× and Bakugou was standing very close to you, btw, like i can feel your body heat close

× he was compliant at first, when you got in the car you started rambling about your house and how he has a room while trying to take the collar off him but he grabbed your hands

× like insanely fast, one blink and firm grip on your hands

× "i ain't gon be your fuckin pet, understood?" he growled at you but made no movement to bolt and run away

× and you just wanted to roll your eyes cuz ok he can kill you anytime but like didn't he get the message when you screamed back there? [also there was this sense of security you had around him or maybe you were just really dumb]

× so when you said you weren't looking for a pet but to help someone and maybe a friend and roommate, he just narrowed his eyes at you

× suspish human, wild doggo no trust

× anywho he took the collar off himself [like extra fast] but you explained that you are going to get him a bracelet or something less degrading since he still needed something with the information tag to have on himself so police will know he's no stray and he wouldn't end in the same craphole again

× journey home was silent, like eery silent

× he just looked out the window intensely, you noticed how he focused on every sign and turn

× you considered asking him questions but honestly with his past you doubted he would even answer so you just started to ramble about your home, stuff you could do around the city [which caught his attention], items you'd have to go buy for him, like clothes, shampoo, any special food, the bracelet

× he stopped looking out the window and just looked at you

× ok he was intensely staring at your side, basically drilling a hole in your cheek with those crimson eyes and it was making you N e r v o u s because making new friends is hard when you're just vomiting monologs, all while driving

× buying things was awkward to say at least, special hybrid stores were rare and for a guy his size it was even more difficult to find anything, which ended up in getting normal clothes and deciding to adjust them for his tail

× while grocery shopping you discovered he actually knew very well what he wanted after a lot of questioning from you

× he finally sighed at your persistent act and just threw stuff in the shopping cart, a surprising amount of spices too

× now for the bracelet part... you decided to spend more on a code that could be scanned to identify him rather than the distasteful ones with name and who owns him

× good thing you planned ahead a long time ago and saved money but you did notice his sharp eyes on you whenever you paid

× and his grunts and judgemental looks at other people with hybrids

× it's as if he wanted to say something, anything, but was stopping himself, which lowkey worried you because from what you heard Bakugou's supposed to be very vocal

× maybe he was glad to be out of the shelter, you know you'd be

× you get home and he follows you to your house, again giving him another chance to bolt somewhere away from you but c'mon both of you knew he'd outrun you so why force him, just let him take his time

× "So this is your room" shook him to the core, legit he just stood silent in the hallway as you presented your house calmly

× sniffing around

× so much sniffing around, tail low while he checked every corner

× once he did decide to check his bedroom, he closed the door leaving you to set everything up

× what you didn't know is that he looked around, shaking with anger

× this is what normal people have?

× sat on the edge of the most confortable bed he's ever had and hoped the idiots of his friends managed to get something like this too

× and the shitshow began when you called him for dinner

× not enough salt, not enough spices

× he was a pain in the ass and as he let go, little by little you started to see him for who he was

× this, this was Bakugou Katsuki, the guy that started to scold you because of the seasoning of the food

× it formed a bond between you, the start of you seeing his real personality

× a Mom™

× slowly started owning the house, although you found it hilarious

× next day you found him cooking breakfast with such an ease it shocked you to the core

× "The fuck you lookin' at?" as he puts a plate of pancakes in front of your

× you just lowkey uwu when you realize he's waiting for your approval as you ate and I swear to you, best pancakes ever

× chest puffed when you complimented his food and this was the first time he mentioned something about his past; seems he had to cook for everyone at the fighting ring he was at, but he didn't mention more

× talking about his past took forever, putting together bits and pieces he mentioned, yet they were so little

× he'd go silent after mentioning his [what you assumed] friends

× if you asked or pressed too much he'd click his tongue or snap at you

× not everything was dandy though; yes, he was a good roommate, but he did have THE attitude

× but not as the people at the shelter made it to be, like he'd snap at you from time to time but it would get better as he'd start to trust you

× ok, ok, hear me out,,,,

× play with his hair

× it happened by accident; you started to have this tradition after a couple of months of living together: movie nights

× he really liked action stuff but both your dirty secret was watching those shitty horror movies and make fun of everyone in them, so every Friday Night was Movie Night

× he just threw himself on the couch and his hair looked puffy and those adorable wolf ears were twitching, you straightforwardly asked him if you could play with it

× [ask if you don't want your hand bit off]

× he scoffed

× silence

× when he nodded and looked away, you squealed and started scratching, just playing with his hair, mindlessly doing so while snickering at the TV when movement caught your attention

× he was wiggling his tail softly

× you guys never mentioned it but now he sits down on the sofa head close to you on a pillow and wait for them god sent scratches; will 100% roll his eyes and scoff at you when you start, acting like YOU want this

× TERRITORIAL AS FUCK

× seriously glares at whoever comes inside the house

× has a problem with every single soul since they dirty his home

× you don't notice it first but he finally starts calling your house home and that's the ultimate progress

× boy had a lot of hardships in his life so he appreciates what he has

× yet it is very, very hard to gain his trust at first

× when you finally do though? he's a loyal friend forever

× he's thankful to have you

× will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever tell you

× his actions speak for him

× you're part of his pack now

× but seriously wash the dishes or you'll die.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #noire writes #hybrid!au #hybrid!bakugou #bakugou x reader