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futureplayboibunnie · 1 year

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‘Ravenous’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- i love the idea of domestic Stephen but this one has an obvious smutty twist. this one is one of my most fkn dirty and filthy so be warned sluts <333

- BRO IS SO FINE HOW IS HE REAL.

Your mind was doing backflips and your heart was nestled in your throat with every moment that passed since Stephen asked you out for dinner. It only took him 8 months to finally have the balls to ask for a clandestine meeting. You were happy go lucky for the entire day, thoughts constantly straying to Stephen when you should be focusing on getting rid of potential threats but you were so damn giddy over this man and it made your chest cave and your thighs squeze together. You were subconsciously chewing on your lower lip and the mere thought of him and in all honesty you were acting like a teenage girl getting asked for homecoming.

Stephen was never really known for letting his guard down, he was all hubris and hard features, never letting anyone get close and a massive misunderstanding of relationships. He couldn't remember the last time he wanted someone else this bad, but he did. He wanted you. You teased out a lightness, an ease that he never let himself experience and it just felt right to spoil and lavish you. You were funny, sexy, smart, seductive: the whole package that he wanted to unwrap like an impatient kid at Christmas. It was extruciatingly painful to sit and twiddle his thumbs but Stephen wanted to take his time with this, even though he wanted to pounce on you and fuck you until mornings end. He was feigning his desire for you but he wanted to impress you so bad, it was as if his testosterone was being exposed tenfold. It was instinct.

He ushered everyone out of the Sanctum, no rhyme or reason when telling all the other sorcerers and Wong was too tired to argue with him. Now it could be just you and him alone, in the warmth of each others company.

He wasn't really much of a cook but he was willing to try. Stephen was given a duck by Tony, he said it was a sure shot way of impressing any woman but he wasn't sure. He didn't even know how to get started with a fucking duck, though he did know how to work with some spices- saffron was a class of it's own.

It was getting dark and you would be here in a few hours. Stephen wasn't really much of a romantic, darkness consumed all corners of his life and relationships were never on the cards for a guy like him but he found himself lighting candles in the kitchen. Stephen was a hardass and most individuals were intimidated and terrified of his authority and the sheer power he held, he would alienate himself but he let himself melt into you. He would be as bold to say he hated everyone else in the world but you. He really didn't know how you got him like this, how you got him to do this. Stephen began setting the stove and getting the stupid fucking duck in preparation for a honeyed glaze, he had no idea how any of this was going to turn out but he was letting it all slide through his fingertips, laid back in his ensemble. Whatever happens, happens; as long as you were in his company that's all that mattered.

Stephen was lost in all of these thoughts of you whilst the steam of pots and pans and the overwhelming scent of spices hovered in the air, when he heard the Sanctum door creak he was yanked out of his headspace.

Before he could get down to greet you, you were already here in the kitchen in front of him. Stephen looked up from his cutting of vegetables and caught your gaze.

He was ravenous at the sight of you.

You made even the most casual clothes mannequin like, so light on your steps as you sauntered over to him. Tight shirt, tight jeans; your body was fucking surreal. You threw your bag on the floor and got behind the kitchen island where he was. Stephen's eyes were fixed on you and every slight movement you made, it wasn't the pinnicle of safety since he had a knife in his hand. Seeing Stephen in casual clothes will always be jarring to you, you've known him as the most powerful sorcerer of all time for so long and not just human like the rest of us.

‘’You're…early.’’ Stephen's face brightened in surprise.

‘’I wanted to help you.’’ You half smiled obviously being sincere but he so graciously caught that wicked gleam in your eye. ‘’God knows what you're doing with...a duck?’’ You laughed when your eyes wandered to it.

Stephen laughed and it was such a freeing thing to see, him all warmed up and letting lose for once.

‘’Don't ask.’’ He chuckled but he couldn't tear his eyes away from you as you inspected the spices he was planning on using.

You on the other hand were trying to kill time, you wanted him so badly and you couldn't help it. You weren't in the mood for food, you weren't in the mood to cook. You've been trying to quell the ache between your thighs the entire afternoon, you thighs were tingling at the thought of him doing the things you only ever wanted in your deep rooted fantasies. You wanted his hands on you, you wanted him to fuck you so hard you could feel him for weeks after.

‘’Where's your wine?’’ You turned your head and asked softly, eyes meeting with his when your pupils darted from them to his lips. It really wasn't helpful not looking at what he was doing, the knife in his hand cutting up vegetables could slip at any moment and cut his finger clean off; but you were a beacon he was drawn to.

‘’Red or white?’’ The tension between you two was heating up already, long lingering stares and dense air.

‘’Red.’’

‘’Cabinet behind you.’’ Stephen smirked as he gazed down at you, finally turning to the task at hand when you grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle of Merlot. You poured it out into the glasses and brought one to him. He muttered a soft 'thank you' before taking a few sips and sitting the glass right down to get these fucking vegetables done.

The sizzle of the pots and pans were the only thing that could be heard in the delicious pining silence. Your twisted mind was coming up with ways to tease him, you felt so evil. Your eyes were boring into his skull but he was just keeping to himself.

You put your hair up in a ponytail and Stephen was intoxicated with the scent of your shampoo

‘’Excuse me.’’ You said sweetly. You finally made a move and contorted your body around him, slowly brushing his hands to get something from one of the draws. Teasing fingertips slowly being registered by him.

Stephen was trying to conceal his smirks and exhaled breaths but he couldn't help letting a few slip out.

He knew what you were doing.

‘’Sorry.’’ You bit your lip as you bent down to look in one of the cupboards beneath the kitchen counters, fingers briskly brushing the small of his back. Stephen was reigning it all in even though he didn't want to.

Your movements were slow and so deliberate. He had to stop himself momentarily to just revel in your tease, his tongue flicked his front teeth to stop his scoffs from escaping.

‘’Mind if I..?’’Your voice was breathy and honeyed, you were attempting to bend across from him but this was the straw that broke the camels back. Stephen caught onto your wrist with his free hand and tugged you into him, you let out a small gasp when you realised how close you were to him. He stared down at you.

‘’I know what you're doing.’’ Stephen said deadpan and serious as usual.

Although before you could respond, he let you go and turned back to face the counter and continue chopping the vegetables: he was onto onions now. You were surprised with his lack of reaction and the way he had an impossible amound of self control. Going about his business as if you haven't been discreetly feeling him through his clothes.

‘’If you want me you can just ask.’’ Stephen's voice was gruff and husky and almost reassuring. Fucking hell, he was hot and so goddamn cocky. He knew you wanted him this bad and to add salt into the wound he was acting so casual about it, as if none of this has been eating you up all day.

Your mouth couldn't even come up with a reply, you just brushed your hand on the skin of his arm. Stephen let go of the knife in his hand and let his eyes dart from where your hand was to your face. He finally turned to face you.

‘’You hungry?’’

‘’Ravenous.’’ You whispered, eyes full of desperation and obviously not in concern with actual food. Stephen took your face in his hands and cradled it, bringing you closer to him in the process. Too close.

‘’Then tell me you want me.’’ He muttered, eyes completely fixated on your parted lips, slow sensual breath filling the air around you. It was happening so fast and it felt so insanely right.

You were as stubborn as he was, you weren't willing to tell him you wanted him this bad. You couldn't risk your dignity for him becasue you knew he would use it against you. Your silence told a thousand words. Stephen was slowly closing the space between you now.

‘’Come on...tell me you want me and I'll give you what you need.’’ He was full of obnoxious hubris and you were sure you were about to break with how much you wanted him to take you.

You still didn't respond.

‘’You know I can make you cum without touching you...you want me to touch you or not?’’

You stifled an exhale but you still weren't willing to say anything.

He let go of you and ultimately left you aching for more. Shit. Fuck.No.

‘’What..’’' You said meekly, trying to find the words to describe the gaping hole he was leaving.

‘’I'll make you dinner then I'll make you cum.’’ Stephen wasn't even looking at you, he was just picking out the spices he was going to use.

Your mouth popped open slightly at his vulgar words, you couldn't possibly wait that long.

‘’No!'’You immediately grabbed his face to look at him again. Stephen smirked at your reaction, so compliant when he made you wait for something you couldn't have at your beck and call.

‘’I want you now...Right now...’’ Your lips travelled to the space under his ear so you could whisper into it ‘’… I want you to fuck me so hard I feel you for weeks.’’ You kissed the skin of his neck as your fingers ran hungrily in his hair.

Dear Lord, you reeked of desperation and he was more than willing to give it to you.

Your lips collided with his like a smattering of fireworks, Stephen's hands wrapped tightly around your waist- your kiss was magnificent, the laziness is what made it all the more hotter, the neediness surpassing the need to have any finesse. Tongues feeling tongues and teeth clashing against teeth. It was a design for roughness. His fingers wrapped in your ponytail and tugged, messing it up to mimick the kiss. He'd been wanting to do that since you put it up. Your moan really did it in for him. He bent down and grabbed the backs of your thighs and you immediately wrapped your legs around the small of his back- lips still connected.

Stephen needed you in his room, he needed you in his bed. Sprawled out and defenseless. He marched you to his room and threw you on the edge of the bed, him still standing over you with his mouth devouring yours. Your fingers went to his belt buckle and popped open the first button be he gripped your hands.

‘’No, no, no. None of that.’’ He tutted at you as if you were a child. Stephen's hands immediately went to your shirt and ripped it open with the bare might of his hands, you couldn't contain your gasp when your tits fell free. Stephen gripped onto your ponytail and let the hairtie flow out of your hair harshly. Your mouth was pried open in surprise as he discarded his tee. He was right: your body was fucking surreal, he couldn't wait to grab at your ass, the way you kept swaying it in his peripheral was a mindfuck but you always were a cocktease.

He pushed you down and a yelp let loose, his massive body hovering over you as his lips met the curve of your neck, Stephen's fingers met with the button and zip of your jeans and underwear in a quick swift move he tugged them down. Your hair was casting a halo like effect in your manufacture.

‘’Ruin me Stephen. Make me make a mess for you.’’ You panted, your plea was almost a harmony, a song that he couldn't stop listening to. Fuck you were beautiful.

Stephen's hands perched around your neck, squeezing tightly but not enough to cut off your airways. Your guileless eyes looked into his darkened ones, face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath heat your cheeks. Your mouth was open to let out the silent gasps and your eyebrows were tensed in need, your knees were buckling as he settled between your thighs.

‘’Baby you're too good for me...I've always wanted to have this much fun with you.’’ He bit his lip and gave you a slight grin before devouring your mouth and nibbling your lips. All you could do was moan in response.

Stephen discarded of his jeans and all remaining clothing and all you could feel was how hard he was against your thigh. Sweet Lord above, you could quite literally feel it pulsate. This was like the sweetest dream even your deepest fantasies couldn't conjure. He was getting way too exicted for his own good, he left dark bites all over your neck and jaw. He wanted to leave his print on you to let everyone know that you were his, when you wrapped your legs around him Stephen thought he was about to lose his mind.

Your fingers gripped at his roots while his cock was smothering your pussy. He couldn't handle how wet you were. It was almost too generous.

It was easy to push himself inside of you but you had never had anyone as big as him before, the stretch of him hurt and he didn't give you time to adjust when he began setting the brutal pace. There was a war between the sound of your wetness, skin slapping against skin and your impossibly loud moans.

‘’That hurt?’’Stephen grunted as his eyes remained fixed on that perfect face of yours.

‘’ Mhm.’’ You stifled.

‘’Good.’’ Stephen rutted into you faster when his hands gripped onto the skin of your waist.

‘’Stephen. Right there...exactly there...Fuck.’’ You blasphemed and he swallowed your words with his lips.

‘’I'll stuff you so full you'll be leaking with my cum for days.’’ Stephen gritted with his teeth clenched, you could practically hear the bones crunching together in his jaw. It was a promise and you were sure he would fulfill.

You couldn't respond, your mind was warped in the pleasure of him aching inside of you. Stephen was revelling in the sight of watching his cock disappear and appear in and out of you, greedily taking his cock as if it was all yours to have. Well...it was now. Your pussy was like heroin to him.

‘’Stephen!’’ You called out his name in a perpetual whine, you didn't know what you were begging for but it was something.

"Cum on me...you deserve it.’’

The image of you at the edge and begging for that final push from him was making him lose it. He could feel himself twitch inside of you but when he saw your chest cave and the immediate feeling of wetness gush onto his cock, he beamed at the fact he made you finish that swiftly. A groan ripped out of him and that's when he knew he was about to empty himself too. He was right: you were leaking.

Sweat fell from his brow. Your eyes widened. And all he wanted to do when he rolled off of you was to do it again. He wanted to go all night with you. Stephen has never been this aroused before, he was sure you were a siren of sorts. You were both staring at the bleak ceiling trying to catch your breath.

‘’I think.. you broke me.’’ You breathed, your lungs still heaving with a mind of their own and your heart rate still rapid.

'I wonder how.' He retorted sarcastically.

‘’I can still feel you...fuck I can still feel you inside me.’’ You whined.

‘’Well, isn't that going to be difficult to ignore during your meetings.’’

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please lmk what u think hotties! x <33

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

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male-reader-haven · 1 year

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Y/N Coming Out as Trans (Stray Kids Imagine)

Stray kids react to their crush coming out as transmasc

Tags: Skz x transmasc reader, wholesome

Warnings: Mentions of dysphoria, depression, transphobia

Suggested by @catxoyciel <3 Sorry for the slight Hyunjin gif jumpscare lol but I loved that gif too much not to use it!!!

Bang Chan

"Y/N..." He starts, thinking hard about what to say next. "I hope you know that I want you to always feel safe and happy, and you know how much I encourage you and others to be comfortable in their own skin, myself included..." He looks up at you and smiles.

"I'm so proud of how far you've come, bro!"

You can feel yourself tearing up at his choice of words, overwhelmed by his support.

"Chan, thank you, you have no idea how..." Chan cuts you off by standing up and hugging you tightly, causing you to full on sob.

"I will always support you, no matter what."

Minho

"Oh, okay, that makes sense." Leeknow nods, looking you in the eyes and listening intently.

"What do you mean by that?..." You ask somewhat defensively.

"Ah, not in a bad way or anything!" He waves his hands in front of him. "Sorry, that came out wrong. It's just, talking to you has always felt so comfortable, like talking to the other guys. I think it suits you." He smiles. "So, what name should I call you now?"

You smile, knowing you can talk to him anytime, and even if he might not understand completely, he will listen and support you.

Changbin

Changbin nods thoughtfully and listens to you speak.

"Okay, I see." He gets up and opens his arms, signaling for you to hug him. "It takes a lot of courage to tell me that, and I respect you so much for it. Of course I will always be there for you!"

You accept his hug, melting into his tight grip.

"I was so scared you wouldn't understand..." You sigh.

"I may not understand completely, but I know how hard it is to try to bottle up how you feel, and I know how it feels to not fit with your body." He lets go of you and holds your shoulders. "Would you maybe want to start working out with me? Maybe it can help?"

Hyunjin

After being told your preferred name and pronouns, Hyunjin just nods.

"Ah, ok. Gotcha." He continues opening the fridge door, searching for snacks.

"So that's it?" You question.

"Well, I mean, nothing really changes, does it? You're still you." He smiles and turns to look at you over his shoulder. "I'm glad you told me though. I'm happy you're quest in finding yourself is progressing." He goes back to looking through the fridge and sighs.

"Nothing good. Want to order takeout in celebration?"

Han

Han is confused, but not because he doesn't support you. He simply doesn't know enough about the topic to understand fully, so he sits and listens to you explain.

"Can I ask a few questions? I don't want to make you uncomfortable, i just want to make sure I get it right." He looks at you wide-eyed.

After you explain to him further, his face turns from confused and intrigued to understanding and solemn.

"Thank you. For telling me, I mean." He looks at the ground. "I really hope I never made you feel bad... I know I can joke around a lot and I'm sorry if I ever made you feel dysphoric." He looks back up at you with determined eyes. "I'll do my absolute best from now on. Us bros got to stick together, okay?" He grins, gets up and holds your hands. You simply smile and nod, proud of him for his willingness to learn.

Felix

You stand rigid yet tall as you tell Felix. You are nervous, sure, but you've never been more certain of yourself in your life. Your passion comes across, and Felix looks you up and down wide-eyed.

"You know, I think this is the most authentic and confident I've seen you." He grins. "I'm so proud of you!"

You relax, nervousness gone and replaced by elation at his response. You knew he wouldn't reject you or shun you, but it was still nerve-wracking.

"Hey, want to go through my closet and see if you find anything you like? I love seeing you confident and I want to see more of that. Oh, we can go get your hair done too if you want! Gosh, this is exciting! We could throw a little gender reveal party." You both laugh and spend the rest of the day shopping and giving you a makeover.

Seungmin

Seungmin nods, seemingly only half paying attention to what you're saying while he scrolls on his phone, which frustrates you a bit.

"...so yeah, I guess I'm trans." You say half-heartedly.

"So do you have a binder yet?" He asks without looking up.

"I- huh?" You are taken aback that he knows what a binder even is.

"If you don't, i'd suggest one from GC2B or Transsupply, they have safe binders for beginners. They also have other products as well." He looks up and shows you his phone, showing you the websites he had pulled up.

"Oh, wow, okay. No, I don't have one yet, but I want to get one right away." You are still a bit surprised.

"No worries, I'll send you the links. Also, do you have a new name you want to be called? I'll make sure to use it, but if you don't have one yet we can brainstorm."

"Y-yeah, thanks. And also, it's Y/N."

"Y/N..." He looks up for a moment thinking, then nods and smiles. "Y/N. It suits you."

I.N

"Y/N, for how long-" I.N has a catch in his throat. "How long have you felt like this?" He looks up at you with worried eyes.

"Well, I always knew something was wrong... I only recently found a word for it..." You explain. You notice how sullen he looks. "Jeongin, whats wrong? You aren't upset, are you?"

He shakes his head furiously.

"N-no, of course not! I'm so glad you figured it out. I just, I feel guilty not having noticed sooner." You chuckle and put a hand to his cheek.

"I don't expect you to figure me out before I figure myself out bud, so don't go beating yourself up." You smile, causing him to smile back.

"Well, if it wasn't obvious before, I support you." He chuckles. "Let's both do our best for ourselves going forward, yeah?"

Send me suggestions on what to write next! ~<3

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#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids x transmasc reader #stray kids smut #stray kids stay #skz #skz imagine #skz scenarios #bang chan #leeknow #changbin #han jisung #felix #hyunjin #I.N #jeongin #seungmin

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viviwivipoo · 1 month

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random haru & fuyu headcanons

hello blush blush fandom (again). this is my first time writing anything remotely fanfiction-y since like 7th grade so,,, yeah. also these are my personal headcanons and how i interpret their character so if you dont agree then pls scroll tysm 🙏 anyway onto the headcanons (buckle up)

okay so first

I think they would both be kpop fans (starting off very strong ☠️)

(obviously not the crazy ones who attack you for not liking a group)

haru is definitely more open about it though

fuyu heard some kpop but didnt really stan any groups

however,

when feel my rhythm by red velvet came out…

…

lives were changed

(including fuyu’s)

i think he would like the more classical(?? if thats how one would describe it??) concept of kpop

(ex. feel my rhythm, etc etc.)

i feel like haru would gravitate more towards boy groups

or 2nd gen girl group party music

(ex. i am the best - 2ne1, the boys - girls generation, etc.)

for boy groups i feel like he would like ateez, seventeen (me projecting), and perhaps stray kids

OKAY OKAY ENOUGH ABOUT KPOP

haru for sure had an emo phase at some point in his lifetime

play cemetery drive by mcr in front of him and he will get war flashbacks LMFAO

also aki has a line about haru possibly having a (probably human) child?? ((yt link))

erm hello????

who is bro getting freaky deaky with in fox form…

better yet WHO IS BRO RAW DOGGING IN FOX FORM??????

HELLO??

anywho.

fuyu has tried to play roblox and got scammed repeatedly in royale high and adopt me

(it was haru and aki scamming him)

“back in my day we didn’t have these little screen bricks” ahh ☠️

haru has probably tried to play roblox a few times

i know for sure aki plays roblox and is constantly trying to scam little 10 year olds

after you broke their curses and (somewhat?) restored peace between them,

aki would try to get everyone (fuyu, haru, and you) to play a roblox horror game with him

fuyu would have no idea how to play

“how do i turn around?” “how do i jump again?”

☠️☠️

(this next bit is for the theater kids)

after you broke fuyu’s curse and he talked about broadway and such

he found out (or you told him) about slime tutorials

and he was surprised how different theater was from what he knew theater as

if that makes sense??

when he heard taylor louderman as regina in mean girls the musical

ESPECIALLY IN WORLD BURN

jaw on the floor

(me too)

ANYWAYS ANYWAYS

haru unironically likes chick-flicks (ex. legally blonde, mean girls, miss congeniality, bring it on, clueless, etc)

(projecting again)

erm

yeah

i can't think of any more general hc's

lalalalalalalalalalaal

okay bye

i just realized there are like 5 actual headcanons and the rest is just me blabbering ☠️☠️

thank you for reading my rambles about these little silly billies and sorry for all the parenthesis

GAH okay bye for reals

#blush blush game #blush blush #blush blush haru #blush blush shitpost #blush blush fuyu #blush blush aki #headcanons #im crying myself to sleep tonight why is writing fanfics so embarrassing #im going insane #almost all of this is just me projecting LMFAO #i AM insane #someone kill me already #im not posting again for another like 4 months #i love them #i also love parenthesis

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skzeuphoria-blog · 1 year

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Just Because of Boba

genre: angst & smut

pairing: reader x Chan (appearance of the rest of Stray Kids too)

reader gender: female

word count: 1.2K

warnings: curse words, anxiety, harassment, sexual harassment, cat-calling, possessiveness, BDSM, daddy kink, pet names, size kink, degradation, oral (m/f)

requested: no

A.N: This has been sitting in my drafts for AGES. Like two years minimum. Apparently, I thought of this in class. The ending is rushed cause I lowkey just wanted to post it. I sort of like it but this is my first time writing something and ACTUALLY posting it. Anyway, enjoy!

As I walked out, I spotted my friends sitting at their usual lunch spot. Across the school in the sun. It’s January now, so it’s not that cold anymore, but there’s still some wind and rain from time to time. I walked over to them with my food in my hand, dying to eat it as I didn’t eat breakfast this morning because I woke up late. I exchanged a few hi’s and hello’s with my friends and quickly sat down.

“Did you hear the rumor?” One of my friends asked.

“What rumor?” I replied.

“The one about a girl going out with a gangster,” another friend said, cutting him off while eating a sandwich.

I cringed at the sight and rolled my eyes “A gangster? What next, a dragon?” I laughed lightly at her joke.

My friend muttered under her breath and continued to eat her sandwich.

As I was about to take a bite of my food I heard a noise, like someone was calling my name. I ignored it and finally took a bite of my food. I giggled slightly and smiled.

“Y/N!” I finally heard my name loud and clear and turned around. The sun was in my eye, so I tried to block the sun with my hand but in vain.

The running figure finally became clear as it came closer to me. It was Chan.

“Y/N I’ve been trying to reach you on your phone for hours!” Chan said exasperatedly.

“My phone ran out of battery” I replied nonchalantly as I continued to eat my food.

He rolled his eyes and took my arm, trying to drag me away

“Hey! What are you doing?” I asked, slightly ticked off

“Getting boba with you and the guys?” He asked meekly.

I sighed and turned to my friends “I’ll be right back guys.”

One of my friends giggled and looked at Chan “Can I come with?” she asked in a fake tone.

Chan laughed nervously, unsure of what to reply. He didn’t want to seem rude in front of Y/N’s friends. “Well actually I have to talk about private things with Y/N but maybe next time!” Chan replied quickly, hoping they wouldn’t get offended

The girl looked slightly disappointed but nodded and sat down again.

Chan grabbed my hand and walked quickly toward the boba place which was 2 blocks away.

The rest of Chan’s friends suddenly appeared as we reached the boba place.

"Hey Y/N!" They all said together.

"Hey guys! What's up?" I asked with a smile.

"Nothing much, we're just glad Chan finally got to see you. He has been talking all day about meeting up with you." Seungmin laughed as Chan glared at him for exposing his secret.

"Oh really?" I said while looking at Chan with a teasing smile.

"Shut up Seungmin," Chan said as he shoved Seungmin with the latter only replied with a burst of contagious laughter.

As we were laughing a man came in, signaled by the chime of the bell on the door.

By accident, I made eye contact with him. He gave me this look and I shivered. I don't why and how but I did.

He approached me with a creepy smile, "Hey girl, let me get your number." He said as he smirked.

I could see the smile of Chan and his friends slowly fade away.

I laughed as I replied no.

"Aw come on, you ain't trying to act hard to get right?" He replied

I laughed and replied as to what he meant.

"Well you know..." he said as he slowly approached me, invading my personal space.

"All women who are hard to get are sluts." He whispered in my ears as he groped my ass.

I replied with wide eyes and a loud gasp.

"Bro, what the fuck is wrong with you? Don't fucking touch her!" Chan yelled at him trying to push him away from me.

I could feel a sense of dread filling my body. I haven't been harassed for a while. I felt disgusted. Tears filled my eyes.

"It's okay Y/N, you're okay, he won't hurt you," Felix said as he hugged me and tried to comfort me.

Chan grabbed me and dragged me to his car. We drove in silent until we reached my apartment.

Chan angrily slammed the door of my apartment and I jumped at the sound, a shiver running down my spine but my panties also becoming wet. I always fantasized about Chan slamming his dick inside me. I became wetter as I imagined the scene, but I quickly snapped out of it as Chan started yelling at me.

“What the fuck was that? Feeling you up and touching your ass. That fucking asshole, I should go back there and make him learn a thing or two.” He snapped.

I gulped as I imagined Chan’s strong biceps punching the guy who previously harassed her. I tried calming Chan down to avoid disaster. “Chan calm down, everything is fine, I’m fine” I reassured.

“But he touched you! He grabbed your ass and squeezed it. That fucker, doesn’t he know you're all mine?”

I gasped as I stepped back, realizing what Chan just said. It never occurred to me that Chan had feelings for me too.

Chan had wide eyes, also realizing what he just said. “Fuck Y/N I didn’t m-”

I cut him off by smashing my lips onto Chan’s not wasting a single second. Chan groaned in the kiss, making me more turned on.

“Fuck Y/N” Chan moaned “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes Chan, please, I want you,” I said desperately.

Chan carried me to his bedroom and continued to make out. I sat on Chan’s lap and slowly grinded on him, making Chan moan into the kiss.

“Fuck Y/N if you keep that up I’m gonna cum in my pants,” He said jokingly.

I giggled “Oh really?”

“F-Fuck baby...” he groans. Chan suddenly stands up and zips down his pants, exposing the tent in his boxer. I salivated at the sight “You’re so b-big” I whimpered at the size of him. Chan chuckles and removes his boxer, his cock slapping his stomach. He had to restrain himself so much from just destroying Y/N. She was so fucking cute, already all fucked up for him when he didn’t even do anything to her yet.

I tentatively reached out my hand to Chan’s dick. “C-can I? Chan?” I asked, unsure what Chan’s response would be. But the moment those words left my mouth, Chan’s eyes darkened with lust.

“It’s daddy to you, sweetheart,” Chan said with a serious tone.

“Can I touch your cock daddy?”

“Yes baby” Chan replied

I put my hand on Chan’s cock and started stroking it slowly. Chan threw his head back, immersed in pleasure.

I put Chan’s cock in my mouth and started sucking him off, my goal was to make Chan feel good and make him cum in my mouth.

Chan’s cock soon started twitching, a sign he was close.

I tapped his thigh, a sign which told Chan he had permission to cum in my mouth.

"Oh god..." Chan groaned, "I think I'm gonna cum oh my god." Chan said as he moaned.

I felt his hot seed shoot down my throat. I opened my mouth to show him and then swallowed his load. It tasted a bit salty.

I smiled and giggle as I lay next to him, he wrapped his arms around me and dozed off, feeling exhausted.

I looked at him in pure admiration and soon enough, fell asleep in his arms.

#straykidsfluff #fluff #straykidsangst #angst #ithoughtofthiswhileinclasssjfbeh #straykidssmut #chansmut #bangchansmut #stray kids smut #skz #stray kids scenarios #bangchan #bang chan

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starting o segredo na floresta now, im either gonna finish this in a week or its gonna take months good luck me

update - i love joui

joui, its a little cloudy out, roll for sanity. joe, you stubbed your toe, roll sanity. joui did you just frown???????? roll a sanity test with disadvantage. that was cool joui, you gain 1 sanity. just kidding somewhere in the netherlands a child tripped and scraped their knee, you lose 10 sanity.

i think im going to put my updates under the cut instead of spamming posts B) beware of spoil

UPDATE

if cellbit takes liz or thiago from me ill never forgive him

this bar has to be its own paranormal entity, thiago would have died if the gun had a bullet in it and cristopher nearly got knifed to death in their first fight loll

EP 2

npc thiago about to be the most useless mf ever i swear if he dies to a stray ant or something ill cry just put him in a box for safe keeping

what would i do without the mental image of joui dropkicking every monster he sees

liz why are you finger painting with the ooze monsters remains and why did it give you 1 hp ?????? NEVERMIND

EP 3

RACCOON bro has 8 health but he sure is happy

faz um teste de sanidade

when i said thiago was gonna die to an ant i didnt actually mean kill him with giant spiders

cristopher no please dont climb a tree these are spiders they can climb nah bro cristopher is dead af im gonna miss him. bro cellbit just kill him already bros dead 2 hp

damn

ep 4

at this rate luba doesnt even need to roll sanity we all know hes gonna fail anyways joui's having the worst two days of his life

jesus christ i just woke up i cant handle this shit cesar's punching a hole in my itty bitty heart bones

please stop talking about leticio's cacetinho

EP 5 how long is too long for a tumblr post btw

the starting soon screen replaced cris with arthur notlikethis

cellbit is far too happy about them going to this house i hate it i hate it

i would like for them to leave a casa now :))) they got gregório time to go :) DAMN JOUI JUST GOT STEAMROLLED BY THAT ZOMBIE ROLLED A 99 VS CELLS 1 jesus christ thiago LOL NO WAY GREGÓRIO IS DEAD AF bro was just taking a nap in the car and this is what he gets

that was horribly stressful its 3 am how am i supposed to sleep after that

to be fair, if i was rodolfo and liz didnt use the tazer, i would have just dragged gregório in front of arthur and killed him in right in front of his face soo...

ROLLED 100 LOOOOOOOOOOOOL a caverna

COOL GUY ALERT HOPE HE DOESNT KILL BRULIO HAHAhahaaa

EP 6 I HAVE GREAT ANXIETY THIS MESTRE GUY IS ABOUT TO KILL HALF THE SQUAD

luba i know youve been rolling absolute dog shit the last 5 episodes but this one really counts buddy brulio :(

most stressful hour of youtube ive ever sat through i cant believe they all lived

A PORTA FORTE

EP 7 im so glad they're going back to the house im so happy ive never wanted anything else this is great nothing could go wrong in this house nothing

7 episodes in and ive just now realised that he keeps talking about circles and spirals and those have significance with a certain element and now i want them to leave carpazinha go back home forget this ever happened

undressing with the homies in the haunted basement next to a dead old man

not thiago canonically talking to a bookshelf after complaining about joui's whispering to his shotgun

THIS GRAVE IS SO COMPLICATEDDDD I BET ITS FUCKING EMPTY THEYRE ARGUING ABOUT HOW TO "knock out" AN OLD LADY AND ITS PROBABLY JUST WORMS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GRAVEEE

this whole graveyard scene has me in tears thiago staring at nothing while they try to get him to unmute, old guy on the phone, joui picking up the old lady i just laughed so hard i feel ill

the one time joui doesnt fail a roll he loses 6 SANITY?? 8 SANITY?????????????? SENHORA VOCE TA BEM????? YOU JUST CHOKED HER OUT JOUI WAIT SHES GONNA DIE??????????? SHES GOING TO DIE???????????? THE GASOLINE IN THE MOUTH??

grounded from the shotgun for 1 week

EP 8

Thiago's pants are still fucked up from last episode btw

about to have a tpk over alchohol poisoning

if cesar survives this campaign hes gonna put as many points possible into forgery

a caverna im goign fuckign crazy the god of tdeath pr spomething is in this cave theyre gonna walk inside trip on a pebble and get eaten by hundreds of tiny cave beetles

Victor is absolutely about to get his face eated by a spider and/or be swallowed by the cave

ok but santo berço looks kinda cool like i would live there

EP 9 he just (re?)released osnf merch but i refuse to be spoiled by absolutely anything ive done so well i will not be tainted by cesar's really cool green on black long sleeve

wait i love the gatekeeper its a shame this town is probably a hallucination and theyre all actually slowly dying in the middle of the forest GIANT COWS I LOVE THE GIANT COWS WITH REGULAR SIZED HEADS

????????????????????????????????FELPS??????????????????????

buttery butter

thiago this is why you should have quit smoking

?????FELPS?????????

EP 10 so if thiago hadnt used the lighter would felps still be alive, probably just would have died later B)

bro joui has got to buy new dice this is crazy

this is gonna be the average 2 star motel experience BRO JUST DABBED ON CESAR liz is about to get bodied by the hallway ghosts this is just like a regular motel HUH UHHHHHHH

no joui kill the hotel guy joui kill the hotel guy joui kill the hotel guy joui kill the hotel guy joui kill the hotel guy joui kill the hotel guy

mom i want to go home i dont want to stay in santo berço anymore jesus christ

EP 11 how am i supposed to just start the next episode after that i think the mental image of brulio beating arthurs skull in is burned into my brain space

sandwich sandwich

i love the giant cows so much i want one GIANT CHICKEN LAY GIANT EGG I LOVE THE GIANT CHICKEN intimidating the human sized pig

EP 12 still thinking about how cellbit thought new zealand was so close to europe, he was so sure of it that he was making me unsure of where i knew new zealand was

both times thiago was played by cellbit some horrific shit happened so with arthur being an npc this episode im prepared for the worst also this starting soon screen is fucking wicked

are you telling me joui's max sanity is now 12 bros been losing it for so long hes stuck like this joui is the "damn, you live like this?" meme

CELLBO ROLEPLAYED TOO HARD HIS HEADSET JOINED AS AN ENEMY AND BEAT HIS SETUP

"that sounds like a book title" bro let the intrusive thought win

baby nidere

no way the cow has been suffering this whole time ill cry

theyre about to rp their way into an angry medieval mob when they get found with the body of the dead gatekeeper B) does santo berço have dungeons, bc if they do thats where theyll be sleeping tonight nvm the gatekeeper has demons inside him sorry joui HUh no way they killed the gatekeeper dude wtf

EP 13 chat's a bit excited to go in the cave guys if anyone reads this what am i supposed to do once i finish this season. what do you mean i just have to go onto desconjuração. what do you mean i have to leave this story behind. please let me keep all the characters in this one.

THE CAVE MAP IS COOOOOOL THE LIGHT MOVES WITH THE MINER everyone struggling to flip their characters 5 mins into the cave made me laugh so hard i had to pause to breathe

I LOVE MOLES DUDE THEYRE SO COOL ok but i dont love this many moles BRO I LOVE MOTHS TOO THIS IS AWESOME wait no i hate bats THIS MOTH IS SUFFERINGGGGG

THE SUCC hes about to kill them all with the Succ out of spite thiago never mock one of cellbit's monsters again ARTHUR ZIUM

door door door door door door door door door door the gatekeeper is alive???

ih arthur nah dude let go of cesar :(((((((((((( gotta hand it to arthur hes survived two of these situations now get it, hand it to him, CAUSE HE LOST HIS FUCKING ARM WTF HIS ARM DETATCH LIKE A LEGO sorry i vote we still kill the gatekeeper just in case just to be safe

EP 14 did cellbit have a past traumatic experience with a vacuum is that why he created the Succ

agatha?????? bro agatha's life sucked big pp

every time cellbit says hes excited for something i grow more afraid

if they kill and eat the gatekeeper would he also taste delicious just wondering

i think i might know the reason why 12 sanity joui has a funky grey form but 55 sanity thiago doesnt, but maybe im crazy nevermind thiago had the funky grey within him this whole time wait does that mean hes gonna die if santo berço dies DAMN

joui just really wants to see thiago naked also hes just blatantly stealing arthur's knife he really is losing all his sanity that was possibly the most unconvincing "nada" ive ever heard

EP 15 before i start a new episode i always go to the vod on twitch and watch the memes first so i can go "hehe" for five minutes, and then go "oh no" for the next 4 hours

hypothetically, if joui managed to get the symbol on him before anyone noticed would he have just lost all 12 of his sanity and gone mad cuz that would have been crazy :,)

this is it cellbit is finally going to kill npc thiago joui is so very happy about his shotgun i thought maybe he was getting better but hes whispering to it again

alright whats up with cellbit and the outwards opening doors because i swear i have never seen a door that opens out instead of in, are all the doors like that in his home these doors are made to have creatures attack from inside ih i just checked like 3 times to make sure i was on the right episode lmaoooo

"pobre martha" DAAAAAAMN MARIANA ICE COLD

one buff woman vs all 3 equipe kelvin who will win (1 woman) crazy that equipe kelvin managed to accomplish what took our group 9 episodes to get to lool they even got the leticio cacetinho dlc, but they did skip the spider boss fight and the entire house level

THE BLACKSMITH IS MIGUEL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

EP 16 the joui, liz, and arthur cosplay look like theyre going to a nice dinner meanwhile thiago, kenan, and cesar just look homeless

idk if thiago's making it out of this one :,) maybe we just take thiago's weapons its not like he can do much to help anyways kenan wants to skin him listen brother i dont think thats gonna work im at the 52 min mark and cellbit is acting sus af the blacksmith is about to appear and stomp them all or something

joui would roll a 99 and nearly knife cesar and liz is trying so hard not to metagame her way to the explosive backpack loving how trigger happy joui is right now go on guys give him more explosives what the worst that could happen

is kenan also a wellspring do they have to kill him cuz thats gonna be kind of awkward and on that note since thiago has the symbol on him does that make him a wellspring too ill cry i will cry

NOT JOUI APOLOGIZING FOR LYING ABOUT HIS SAMURAI ANCESTRY

damn that scene between joui, liz, and thiago was the best in the entire season

i would like to take this moment before they all get swallowed alive by some horrible sludge tentacle monster to proclaim my absolute hatred of Santo Berço. I know i said at the end of episode 8 that i thought it looked cool but im over it ive moved past that point in my life i hate Santo Berço

BIG GOOEY MEATBALL

"the people are happy here!" says the blacksmith as he currently has 5 people forcefully locked up for decades that have gone mad with probably no way of ever regaining their sanity i just realised miguel and the old blacksmith fucked so hard they had a kid

final boss aboutta come crawling out of the meatball please stop trying to skin thiago the symbol isnt gonna come off

THAT WAS SICK AF THEYRE ALL DEAD AS HELL

???????????????????? "kenan you have one last sane move before i take your character and throw him off a cliff"

post i made after i finished osnf (made like 3 days later because i was so so so so so so so so so so sad)

https://www.tumblr.com/safetyobstacles/739056899257942016/i-finished-osnf-after-almost-2-months-and-you-know?source=share

#ordem paranormal #osnf #really excited for this tho #first series got me hype #manteiga na manteiga

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careless-with-your-heart · 3 months

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Seeing Red 🍸😡🧟💋

This fits perfectly for @ockissweek! So excited! Enjoy this one-shot for #ockiss24.

Seeing Red: A Blaine DeBeers x OC KissFic One-Shot

You can’t kiss her.

The thought practically eats Blaine alive—an oxymoron if he’s ever heard one.

It’s only been a week since Catherine blew in with the rain, and already she’s making herself useful. Not just in his fantasies, though there is that, but in cold, hard earnings. And for that—and all the other, carnal reasons that keep him up at night—Blaine wants to kiss Catherine-No-Middle-Name-Cohen full on her plush, tempting mouth.

“Why do you look so self-satisfied?”

Don E’s voice cuts through Blaine’s locked-eyes daydreaming, and over the glow of his laptop screen, Blaine raises a brow at his second-in-command as Don E glides into the back office of The Post, leaving the door yawning wide open behind him.

“I always look self-satisfied. I am a man intent on nothing else but satisfying himself.” To prove the point, Blaine lifts the half-full martini glass that rests on his desk and salutes the small, bald man standing in front of him before slugging down the remainder of the drink.

“Yeah, sure. But, like, right now, you just had this look on your face. Like, what’s the expression? The cat that ate the canary?”

“You got it switched, brother. The canary is the cat—Kitty, that is.”

Don E. smirks as he slides into the chair in front of Blaine’s desk. “You son of a bitch! You nailed her. Noice. Fast work. She seems a little damaged, but in that way you like. I dig it.” He leans forward conspiratorially. “Should I arrange for some flowers? A nice bottle of vino for the lady? A link to my YouTube channel?”

Blaine blanches. “Don’t be crass. I didn’t nail her. And no one watches your YouTube channel.”

It’s Don. E’s turn to protest. “Hey! I’ll have you know that my Redecorating Your Living Room When You’re No Longer Living series was very popular. Dozens of views. And if the Lady Catherine is now on Team Z, she might need some basic how-to on how to do the undead thing.”

“Mmm-hmm. Congrats on the views, champ, but she’s still human. Now, let’s get back to the subject at hand—our little stray cat has, in the past week, bumped nightly bar receipts up by thirty percent. And she breezed in here this morning with a full-on spreadsheet breaking down our liquor cost, in order of highest to lowest margins, and she’s gone to meet in person with two distributors who might cut those costs if we switch suppliers.”

Don E’s eyes widen. “Damn. Sorry bro. I mistook your money boner for a lady-inspired one. That’s some valid dreamy-eyed shit. She’s way nice, too. Did you know that Darcy loves her? Those two and Liv and Peyton, there’s a whole Clueless thing going on that is very, very heartwarming.”

“Why are you in my office, exactly?” Blaine says, closing down his laptop.

“Oh! Yes. Two items of business. One, remember that you asked Darcy to come in today to look over the delivery system and see if she can take the whole ordering process online.”

Blaine has forgotten—but now he recalls, and he nods agreeably. “That’s great. Crypto, right? Less physical cash changing hands means less chance of an extra hand in the honeypot.”

Don E rocks his chair back up on two legs, bracing his interlaced fingers behind his head. “Yeah, that’s the business part deux. We have a little prrrrrroblemo down in distribution that I wanted to talk to you about.” He grimaces slightly. “Caught one of the new delivery guys sampling the goods.”

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

What a way to kill the high of the morning’s financial gain.

“Nope. Hank.”

Blaine presses his lips together. “You vouched for him, Don.”

The younger man winces. “I know, bro. I was trying to help him out. He used to be my barista before, you know”—Don E’s tongue lolls out and he raises his arms in a caricature of Night of the Living Dead. Off of Blaine’s flat look, he drops his hands to his lap. “I came to you as soon as I knew. I’ll take care of it. I just didn’t want my partner out of the loop.”

“And now you want to bring Darcy in to automate the ordering? When your boy is stealing from me?” There’s no way for him to keep the disbelief out of his voice.

“She’s my wife, Blaine.”

His mood souring, Blaine shrugs. “I’m not catching your point.”

“I love her. She loves me. You don’t profess your love and then ask someone to share the rest of your life unless there’s trust, right?”

“The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose,” Blaine quotes flatly.

Don E’s eyes narrow. “Yeah, yeah. This from the guy who claims he doesn’t have it bad for the new livestock in town.”

Before Blaine can protest again, Don E puts up a hand to stop his reply. “You can say it’s money all you want, but I see the way you look at her, and all the other signs. If you’re not careful, you’ll fall, too. The indestructible Blaine DeBeers.”

The word isn’t quite right. Blaine knows a few other descriptors that are apt. Ones that were drilled into him young, and often.

Unlovable

Inadequate

Worthless

Blaine lifts his chin, smirking past the intrusive thoughts. “Other signs?”

“You’re dressing her up like your personal doll, Blaine. You’ve never done that with any of the back-room girls. And, last night, your pocket square matched her dress. “

Blaine remains silent, thoughtful.

Don E presses on. “You’ve given her every night shift this week—and, I might add, you’ve come in an hour early yourself every one of those nights. To throw some wisdom from your man Willie Shakes back at you, lovers ever run before the clock, bro."

Blaine rolls his eyes at Don E. "Don't save the date, my friend."

"See? Interested but cynical. Yearning for love but settling for cheap interludes. Face it, you have commitment issues."

"I suppose you have a YouTube video for that?"

"Your sarcasm is a defense mechanism. Look at the facts. My dude, you barely let your shoes get walked in before you toss them."

"It's been my experience that a quality woman hates scuffed soles," Blaine shoots back, toying with the edge of the empty martini glass on his desk.

"Soles or souls? Fifty-fifty chance you fail there, boss."

Blaine laughs and puts a hand over his chest, bending double in his chair as he pretends to clutch his heart. “Damn! Ouch.” Then, sitting up, still grinning, Blaine says, “I admit that our newest house human is aesthetically pleasing. And she knows how to make money. But if you think a little ‘ol steak dinner on a pair of nice stems is going to tempt me into forever, brother, you don’t know me at all.”

“I do. And you know me. And I love Darcy. So trust her because you trust me.”

Blaine nods. “Fair enough.” But he’s still more than a little annoyed. Not just by Don E’s too-keen observations about how he was beginning to feel about Kitty, but by the stress fractures he saw forming in his usually well-run businesses. The bartender that had just been caught pouring heavy for his friends last week. The delivery guy skimming brains. What did a dishonest businessman have to do to get good help in this town?

A sudden knock on the doorframe of the office yanks the attention of both men to the entryway.

Kitty stands there—and Blaine’s breath catches.

Don E swivels back around to face him, eyes wide. How long has she been standing there? he mouths.

Blaine ignores the question, but the possibility that she’d just heard their conversation makes his stomach twist. Instead of panicking outwardly, he opts for what gets him out of most situations—cocky, surface bravado, even if he’s a nervous wreck on the inside.

“Meals on Heels! Just the gal I was singing the praises of. How’d it go with the distributors?”

She shoots him an unreadable look as she makes her—brisk—way to his desk. “Really well. Two proposals, both great offers. Twenty or twenty-five percent off of current rates for your regular rotation stock. Higher discount wants a four-year contract, though.”

Don E seems to relax some.

Blaine smiles broadly. “Wow. Not bad, dollface. Not bad at all.”

“Not bad for cattle, isn’t that what you mean?” There’s a clipboard in her hand, and she slams it down on top of his closed laptop. “It’s your choice on which new supplier to go with—but maybe avoid the four-year contract if you’re commitment-shy.”

Both men gape at her.

"Anyway, guess this shows I'm good for more than a source of protein. I'll be out in the bar, trying to figure out what the hell you two are good for."

Then, she spins and marches out of his office.

Fuck.

Blaine rises from his office chair, shaking his head as he starts to follow her out onto the main bar floor. “Kitty, hold up. I didn’t mean…”

The office door slams in his face.

As Blaine goes stock-still in stunned silence, Don’s chair scrapes back as he stands. “Don’t chase her, dude. Let her go.”

Blaine rounds on him, snarling. “Shut up, Don E! I don’t need any more of your sage advice.”

But the other man is probably right. It won’t do anything except make things worse if he chases Kitty down while she’s angry. So Blaine steps back. It takes every ounce of willpower he’s able to scrape together, and probably some borrowed from whatever saint he last dined on to boot, but he does it. He leaves the door closed and paces back to his desk instead of storming out to ask her to forgive him—and to ask her who the fuck she thinks she is, slamming his own office door in his face.

“So, I’m going to retire Hank now, if that’s cool…” Don E says, shuffling in place. “Darcy should be here any minute.”

Maybe it’s his simmering annoyance at the employee messes, or the sudden, queasy unease he feels over Kitty overhearing what he’d said to his second-in-command. But whatever the cause, Blaine’s temples begin to throb, and anger suddenly swells in his chest. He’d been happy five minutes ago, head full of rainbows and unicorns and cotton-candy thoughts about the woman who’d just bitten his head off. She shouldn’t be so fucking sensitive. In fact, she should be grateful to him. He’d given her a job with very few questions asked.

Outside in the main bar, Blaine hears the sound of a door slamming. Then, muffled curses. She’s out there throwing a fit—and it makes his anger spike higher. It makes the part of him that is always simmering, spoiling for a fight, begin to boil. He pushes off of his desk, feeling the familiar red haze as the pressure of it begins to make his eyes burn.

“Dude?” Don E’s words after are a muffled mess of noise—nothing that will stop Blaine as he lets the anger rise, relishes it, embraces it as it climbs hotly through the stark, popped veins of his neck and into his head, taking over.

He is the boss here. Kitty works for him. And he’s going to show her just how much trouble her bratty little attitude has gotten her into.

Blaine doesn’t have to take his clash out to the bar. As soon as he flings open the door to his office, she’s there—so close, in fact, that he doesn’t even see her before they collide. But he hears her small, startled cry of surprise, and her softness registers against the lean, hard planes of him, and his raged-out brain indexes through a dozen reasons she’s coming back; and it settles hotly, and nearly instantly, on one reason in particular.

She’s come to insult him some more.

Unlovable

Inadequate

Worthless

And that isn’t fair, or accurate, or even related enough to be applied, but the anger doesn’t care. It siphons all the fuel it needs from the dark corners of his heart and grows, and grows…

I’ll show you exactly what I’m good for…

Blaine’s pissed enough that he rolls with the knee-jerk, Cro-Magnon urge that seizes him, gives in to the impulse, and throws out all care for the notion of what is prudent or professional or even safe—and he takes what he wants. What he’s wanted since that stormy Friday night when the city had delivered this lithe, magnetic mystery woman to his doorstep.

Kitty tries to pull back, but he reacts so quickly that she doesn’t stand a chance. He grips both of her upper arms, hauls her up, and through the blinding crest of the red haze, feeling as though his head might burst if he doesn’t, Blaine kisses her. He puts into the kiss all of the frustration he feels that has nothing at all to do with Kitty, and all of the lust that absolutely does. Just as he ducks toward her, he closes his eyes, peripherally afraid he’ll startle her with the blood-red in them.

Soft. You’re going soft, McDonough.

And that thought fans the flames of his fury higher, ensuring that the kiss is not soft. His lashes sweep her cheeks as his mouth attacks hers, and he lifts one hand from her arm to stab his fingers through her hair and fist the heavy, silky tresses to hold her still for his onslaught.

She stiffens at first. Blaine can only guess it’s in shock, but he hopes there’s a little anger of her own in the reflex. Something about his driving rage craves an answering anger in her. Maybe he wants Kitty mad to make it feel a little less like he’s the villain here. Predator, prey, hell, he isn’t sure which of them is which, anyway. Once he drops his other hand to haul her against him at the waist, she goes pliant against him, and Blaine wastes no time parting her teeth with his tongue, licking into her, withdrawing to bite and suck at her lower lip before pressing back in to steal the surprised gasp that escapes her when the last nip draws the barest taste of copper.

The blood excites him. It’s primal and elemental, and he doesn’t care if she bites him back. In fact, he’d go just about crazy if she did. He wants her to, wants to feel the sting of her canines in his lower lip, at the hollow of his neck, sinking into the meat of his shoulder through his shirt as he’s tearing off her panties. He wants a hundred little half-moon bruises left scattered over his body, despite the fact that he knows they will heal too quickly to be morning-after souvenirs.

She’s kissing him back now, pulling him urgently to her by the collar. It’s satisfying to feel that desperation, to know that he can make her so needy so fast. He feels a button on his shirt give way, feels her fingers slip over his throat, and he swallows an endless stream of her breathy moans as he turns the two of them and presses her to the doorframe, jamming a knee between her legs and leaving her lips to rake his front teeth down her neck. If the skin breaks, he’ll take it as sign from the universe that he’s meant to keep this enigma. And fuck Don E’s little H.P. Lovecrafting videos, Blaine will teach her everything she needs to know to become the undead queen of his dreams, and they can rule the gloomy, overprivileged burgs of Seattle together.

Forever, he thinks. A bride for Frankenstein’s monster.

It’s too close to sentiment for Blaine, too close to Don E’s cupid’s-arrow insights, and so Blaine simply pushes aside everything but the taste and scent and feel of Kitty against him. Every breath he draws is a tempest, his chest rising and falling with the fury of a Nor’easter. The veins on his neck stand out, dark and pronounced, as if they are bracing against the surge of anger pulsing through him. The hand he holds her close with trembles with barely contained rage, and in her hair, his fingers are still curled into a fist so tight that the knuckles whiten, nails dug into the palm, the pain a mere whisper against the roar of his baser emotions.

She’s practically climbing him, riding his thigh, a leg wrapping around his hip, the other en pointe like a ballerina to even out their heights, and he slams her back against the doorjamb with little regard for gentleness. This kiss edges on erupting into violence at any moment. It’s the rage, he knows, full-on zombie mode, but all he can think of is how he wants her begging underneath him—for pardon or pleasure, it makes no difference to him. He just wants her to submit. He just wants to conquer her.

Blaine clenches his fist against her scalp again, too tightly, and she whimpers into his open mouth.

“Blaine.”

The kiss has gone on for an eternity, or maybe it’s only been a handful of seconds. Blaine falters when the red haze begins to recede, when he registers that the pliant, pronounced curve at her waist is lower than he expects, and when he realizes that he has forced Kitty to a tiptoe with his hold in her hair.

Tiptoe?

And then, the voice saying his name…is not the husky, velvet timbre that he was listening for. Raspy, yes, the lilt of a woman well-kissed, but higher in octave. And Kitty wouldn’t need to stand on tiptoe to make their heights align. She’s only about an inch or two shorter than he is.

Blaine’s eyes fly open as he pulls away.

Staring up at him, eyes wide and pupils blown, lips bite-swollen and red, cheeks so flushed that her pale skin seems almost sunburned, is Darcy.

“Oops,” Blaine says dumbly, chest still heaving. “Wrong brat.”

“Dude. What the fuck.”

Blaine’s head swings toward Don. E, who stands facing them, frozen. His face oscillates between shock and disbelief.

Mortification swamps him, the last of the rage receding. Blaine eases the petite woman down from his thigh until her feet hit the floor, and then he lets go of the handful of Darcy’s hair that he’s still clutching, smoothing it with a few awkward pats as she sways on her feet and smiles dazedly. He takes a slow step back.

“I, uh—”

The frozen silence is broken by Kitty’s astonished voice from the bar.

“What the hell is going on?”

Blaine’s head whips to the right, where he sees her at the closest end of the bar, her eyes twice as wide as Don’s, a bottle held aloft.

Fuck. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

Blaine clears his throat, straightens his suit jacket, and waves a dismissive hand at her. He tries his damnedest to put a firmness in his voice that he absolutely doesn’t feel. “Nothing to see here. Just, uh, new employee appreciation.” He turns back to Darcy, who has sagged back against the door, still looking as though she’s been hit by some unexpected natural disaster. He picks up her hand and pumps it overzealously. “Welcome to the team.”

Darcy swoons. Don E is there to catch her, and as he carries his wife to a nearby table in the bar area, Blaine takes the chance to slip backward into his office, close the door, and lock it.

As Blaine sinks down into his desk chair, a last quote comes to him—appropriate to his current faux pas. He says it to the empty room, a mirthless chuckle rolling up as he buries his head in his hands.

“Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.”

Blaine wonders how he’s ever going to show his face in his own bar again.

Find me at AO3 for more Blaine x Kitty fun in the motherfic of this one-shot (Lay You in the Ground) Here. Thank you for reading! <3

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #blaine debeers x oc #oc otp: what the hell are you doing to me #oc otp: fight fight - kiss kiss - gtfo - now let's have kids #just that kind of vibe #fanfic #izombie #blaine debeers #catherine cohen (OC)#hey baby come here to work out your childhood trauma often?

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bluebunnyears-08 · 1 year

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Writing prompt-Since sonic doesn’t exist in New yolk and any of the shatterspaces that means that Metal Sonic doesn’t exist.

So since sonic keeps getting thrown around different spaces -(Nine decides to just make a companion, a friend . . . A brother. You can already tell, yeah its Metal. Except its not the one we know as Nine tries to replicate sonics personality in ways. Not perfect but enough to get by.

-( He would also act as a body guard for him since while he is capable on his own it shows he does need support and since he’s a robot, he’s more like a tool for him to use.

-( So he’d still be alone and isolated but he’d still talk to it and Metal would talk back but in basic sonic speech. He’d enjoy it at least, makes him wish the original was still with him though but it suffices.

-( Metal doesn’t look exactly that accurate to the original design. Definitely has some menace but he’d want him to look closer to the original more softer perhaps a mouth. Like an older bro.

-( Near the end Sonic comes back and is majorly surprised to see metal and then realises who built him not sure how to really take it.

Let me know if its interesting, I want to hear your opinion

Hello! Thank you for the prompt! This is a very interesting idea and I'm so glad you decided to share it with me!

I've never written a story with metal before but I'll try!

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Metal wasn't perfect.

He wasn't Sonic. But he was enough like him. It took a while to make Metal, but Nine found himself deeply satisfied that he finished the passion project. He had similar features to his only friend. The blue spikes, the green emerald eyes, the gloves and shoes, the speed, he even made some material to give a soft skin-like feel to metal.

He was almost exactly like Sonic. Nine made sure that he didn't stray far from the hero he admired, he even made sure that the robot talked like the blue blur. Metal protected him like Sonic did, he made sure to protect him from any threats.

Metal kept him company like Sonic did, speaking in the exact same gestures and mannerisms the fox made him memorize. The robot was even capable of speed like Sonic was.

Metal was almost exactly like Sonic.

But only almost. The eyes were still empty and robot-like, no thoughts behind that gaze, merely coding. His voice didn't sound genuine, not said with heart. Another thing was that Metal was, well, metal.

No soft, warm fur, merely metal was what met him when Nine tried once to hug.

So while Metal was finished, metal wasn't like Sonic. Metal wasn't Sonic. Merely a copy made by a lonely kid desperate for company since the blue speedster always disappeared out of existence.

He still found himself making more adjustments and improvements instead of dismantling the thing. He tried once, but couldn't go through with it due to those emerald orbs staring back at him.

So he kept the bot intact, and in turn, the bot provided the things he was made for. Protection, and company, but never friendship or love.

He was a robot, he could never feel those things. He was merely a tool to Nine.

That's when Sonic found him on the Grim, Metal was occupied building the base. Nine ran up to him, excited to present his new creation. The blue blur was enthusiastic in response, always eager and content when the normally stoic fox was happy.

"Sonic, I present to you, my newest and latest creation!"

Metal moved out in front, revealing himself. The hedgehog froze, eyes wide at his doppelganger. He originally was tense, moving in front of the fox protectively until he got a closer look at the different, more realistic design. It was almost like looking into a mirror.

Almost.

"Metal...?

#more sonic prime!#sonic prime #nine the fox #metal sonic #ask response #story requests #random

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aclosetfan · 9 months

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Heyyyyy, how are you doing? I hope you are doing well and life gets better and better with each day for you. just saw your post with your H/Cs about the girls. I was wondering if you have some of the boys too?? Maybe something you haven't mentioned before, and/or would be unexpected to some fans.

Btw, you are probably my favourite writer in the fandom. I usually don't re-read fics but Until Do Us Apart has my heart, ksjdhhdgghj. You can't imagine how much I cried when I first read it 😭 When I find it, I will definitely read it again (when I have free time).

Bro ngl, forgot i wrote that (AGAIN), re-read it, and after i got past all the typos i missed and fell into the story, i was like WHAT!? I couldn't have written that! Like who?? Me?? That was too sad. too heartbreaking. I hate it. I want five more stories just like it. thnxs!!

here's the link so everyone can be sad too :) just ignore all the fucking typos

lmao anywayyy! Three h/cs for our fave boys. I've forgotten what i have and have not mentioned, so if these are just repeats, sorry in advance. Like with the girls, my headcanons don't vary often! Once I've characterized them, they're pretty much characterized lolol

Brick:

On paper, he's not a good leader. He's condescending, bossy, lazy, and the biggest asshole, but where Blossom needs a plan for everything, Brick is quick on his feet and doesn't mind Boomer and Butch straying from the plan. He doesn't direct every action, and because he's better at taking shit in stride, his brothers are also better at acting independently. By contrast, Bubbles and Buttercup are well-trained and don't act until directed, which drives Brick up a wall. He's definitely an "I told you what needs to be done, so figure it out already" macro-manager.

Boy band/girly pop junkie, but he'll go to the grave before anyone finds out, except everyone knows. He's bad at hiding it. He claims all the k-pop shirts he owns were bought as a joke, but his spotify is linked to Butch and Boomer's, and they know how big of a swiftie he is. (or like in-universe equivalent lol)

He's depression barbie all the way, which isn't a new h/c I just want to reiterate that mentally he's not doing well and is a gremlin about it. His brothers routinely remind him that he does, in fact, have to drink water.

Butch:

If not for him, his brothers would have killed each other by now. He's not any more responsible than the other two, but he is a grounding figure. He has, overall, earth-sign-middle-sibling energy. He's the one who remembers to take out the trash, not because he wants to take out the trash, but because the trash just needs to be taken out, and he's standing there anyway. This headcanon is actually hard for me to convey with words. Basically, he's the one keeping the trio together. Good second-in-command guy.

Sure, Brick broods and Boomer whines, but Butch is the brother staying up at night yearning for something a little bit more than the life they've got. I think he'd be the brother most easily persuaded to "go good," not Boomer like I've seen. He likes his reputation as the big tough monster of the trio, but a small part of him knows it's all just a front and that he'd like to be respected as a person. With that in mind, it's easy to see how he could be angry angry angry. He's stuck, he wants more, he's doing what he's made to do, he loves his brothers, he wants to leave them, he feels directionless, lost - - - might as well workout to distract himself, maybe start a fight.

planes, trains, and automobiles bbbyyyyyyyyy. Autism be damned, my boy can work an engine (both real and of the model variety)

Boomer:

i feel like i've already said everything I've got on this kid haha, but I don't think I've mentioned that, like Bubbles, he's good with small creatures, but where she focuses on the cute ones, he's obsessed with rabid raccoons and fucked up looking opossums. He has an opossum hidden in his bedroom named Trashcan. Also very interested in Bugs(tm).

Went through an "emo" phase, except he was a total poser about it, which caused considerable tension between him and Brick (goth boy extraordinaire), and wore bad eyeliner. Then, immediately after, went through a surfer boy phase, then a cowboy phase, and then a, well . . . basically, Boomer's always trying to find himself because he doesn't think Himself is good enough (he hasn't had his Kenough moment yet), and is desperately seeking other peoples approval.

Boomer may not know who he is quite yet, but to his brothers, he is crinkly-eyed smiles, breezy laughs, warm hugs, and cold hands with an innate ability to make them feel like they're people worth loving. He may not like it, but he's the baby brother through and through.

#anon asks #rrb #some of these are sappy and sad #but i've basically said all my fun ones already

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gently-folded-paper-cranes · 2 years

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an absolute mess rn hARRYS COMING TO SINGAPORE AND I THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE MORE TIME TO SAVE UP NAUR THIS MF TICKETS ON SALE TMR I JUST BOUGHT THE STRAY KIDS CONCERT TICKETS BROTHER IM SO DONE

#harry styles #bro you know stray kids i got front front #so was this the universe going HAH #man #stray kids #bruh i have to see harry #ive been w this man from the START #concert #crazy #how do i do this #anyone wanna send some money #ill draw u smtg or IDK #AHAHAHAHHAHA #AHHHHHHHHHHH #WHY HARRY #WHY #kai rambles

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create-a-character · 10 months

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God okay, I keep thinking about this post. I'm now fully at the point where I can't fit all my thoughts in the tags! So! Making my own post to add to when I have the urge. :^)

Arthur

Artie is the "thinks a mile a minute" type with more compassion than sense. Growing up in rural Pennsylvania as the late bloomer bullied kid contributed to his awkwardness, but being parentified by a neglectful dad and the sole sibling to stay with him in the divorce didn't help.

As a sensitive, gawky kid, forums and MMORPGs quickly became Art's preferred method of socializing with humans. This is how he bonds with his eventual bestie(/long-standing crush), Juniper. Art's generally always preferred animals, though. The critters in 4-H Club and various strays he'd rescue didn't tease him for being too intense or weird. Unsurprisingly, he was eventually diagnosed with ADHD after being shipped back to his mom.

Car: Disorganized with clear effort to keep it clean but very "out of sight, out of mind". Mostly the front is cleared, but looking under the seats could qualify as a treasure hunt. There's a tacit understanding with everybody he gives regular rides to that Arthur's car is a perfectly reasonable place for a lost item to end up.

The console is a mystery box of wonders! There's always dry pet treats in there, usually little knick-knacks he's found or been given, and often cool rocks from recent outings. It can be a real grab bag, though. You can usually find a fresh pair of socks in there. The one thing you will not find in there is condoms, because the ONE time he thought it would be a good idea, his mom found them while getting a ride and her side of the family was asking when they'd get to meet the new girlfriend ("or, or! boyfriend! Or theyfriend, maybe??"). For months.

There's a lovingly kept bottle of nice lotion taking permanent residence in the console. Like a handmade spice and cedar goat milk creme. Juniper got it for him at like a farmer's market once, but it's become Arthur's favorite little indulgence since. He almost always has a beverage in the car, too. He strikes me as a 99¢ Arizona man (much to Juniper's great judgment).

Very importantly, Arthur also has those organizing pockets thrown over the back of the seats. It is consistently stocked with snacks and spare meds/first aid supplies, because he doesn't trust himself to not have a dedicated place for these things. This also serves as great nibling bribery, because who wouldn't want to be babysat by your cool uncle who has a candy pocket in his car just for you?

Phone: You KNOW he's got one of those heavy duty cases rated for like, a 5-story drop. Potentially with a water-safe piece that he always misplaces. The case is still in rough shape, and the screen protector is consistently cracked or scratched around the edges. It's clear he tries to take care of it, though! It's surprisingly clean and has a grip. He's just clumsy.

There are set custom backgrounds for all the important chats. Usually it's be based on a fictional character or theme he associates with that person/group. Like, in-game screenshots of somebody's MMORPG character, somebody's pet, etc. Arthur means to but forgets to set things for people like coworkers or whatever. His lock screen would be something sentimental, but safe. Like a photo of his fave chicken during a sunrise.

Arthur's home screen, though? THE most stupidly saccharine picture of him and Jun. Like a candid shot of them 'just hanging' as bros do... which is to say, them hanging off each other in the same chair. Looking at each other like it's a Renaissance painting depicting the passion of everyday love or something. Arthur loves this homescreen because it's a nice compromise for the intimacy he wants with Jun but thinks he can't. Juniper is vocally delighted that Arthur is sentimental even in private, but privately wonders if this is friendzoning. Both of them brush off the "omg is that your boyfriend? 🥺" questions this homescreen earns, and the fact that they really do just look at each other like that all the time.

#drafting table #original characters #arthur #this is just. arthur right now. i'm putting it under a cut so i can update at will.

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blu-joons · 3 years

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You Appear On Knowing Bros Together ~ Seo Changbin

The invitation to appear on Knowing Bros was a huge deal for you both. It was the first mainstream programme that Changbin was going to find himself on without the other members, a prospect that absolutely terrified him.

“It won’t be as bad as you think,” you smiled, sensing how nervous he was getting in the dressing room. “All of the cast are great, and incredibly welcoming. You’ll feel right at home in no time.”

Unlike Changbin, you’d featured on Knowing Bros several times before, each time promoting new albums and material. Whilst you didn’t want to consider yourself as a part of their family, you certainly knew each class member and how to push their buttons.

Changbin couldn’t express his relief at being able to be on a show with you and be able to have you take him under his wing. The excitement he felt at being able to star on the show began to surface as a producer knocked on your door.

“Are you ready to head down?” You asked him, wiping at his jacket to make sure it was spotless.

His head nodded, extending his arm out for you to walk. “You know the way better than I do.”

You reached back to try and take a hold of his hand, “just follow my lead and you’ll be alright today, trust me.”

If there was one thing Changbin could do, it was trust in you. So, when you opened up the classroom door, he finally allowed himself to relax, following your lead, as you instructed, smiling to the cast, waving back to all that waved to him.

“I’m Y/N and I’ve transferred from the school of, it’s time for me to come back and promote my new album again,” you smiled, introducing yourself.

“And I’m Changbin, and I come from the school of, it’s my first time here so please take good care of me throughout the show.”

As the conversation began, you were quick to notice how Changbin began to relax, he’s always been a bit of a people person, but even you were impressed by how well he integrated and began to answer questions too.

“Changbin, we know you’re here alone today, but can you offer us any updates on Stray Kids?” Soogeun quizzed as he read through the applications forms, you’d done when you arrived onto the set that morning.

His head shook instantly, “JYP would kick me out if I gave anything away. All I can say is please look forward to when Stray Kids do return.”

“He’s been trained well,” Heechul teased, “JYP always manages to keep his artists quiet.”

Your head shook, walking over to hit Heechul across the head, reminding him of where he came from and the similarities that were striking between SM and JYP. His hand scratched at his head as soon as you swung, slightly surprised by how hard you hit.

Once you’d finished going through your applications, Youngcheol vacated the front seat as he always did to make room for you. Meanwhile, Changbin took a quick swig of water before taking out the cue cards that had been prepared for the signature round.

“Y/N and the members of Stray Kids have a great relationship, but what happened when they met for the very first time?” Changbin asked the room.

Your eyes widened as soon as you remembered what happened, sending daggers across to Changbin for deciding to include that as his question, knowing how much it would stitch you up.

“Did Y/N fall?” Janghoon questioned from the back of the classroom, letting go of a sigh when Changbin’s head instantly shook back at him.

“It’s slightly cliché though,” he informed the group, trying not to dishearten Janghoon too badly.

“I expected nothing less from Y/N,” Youngcheol teased, “how do you manage to embarrass yourself every time on this show?”

Your head rested down against the chest, “can we just cancel the broadcast instead?”

The group quickly dismissed your comment as more guesses flew in. Whilst Sangmin suggested that you’d spilt a coffee, and then Hodong guessed that you’d got their names muddled up, Changbin decided that it was time to give them a bit of a clue.

“It was something physical,” he announced, leaning further over the desk, “think of an object, and then that might help you think of something that could happen with it.”

“Food?” Kyunghoon queried, only for Changbin to shake his head. “If it’s not food, then maybe did it have something to do with clothes?”

“Did Y/N wear a shirt of yours?” Soogeun questioned, noticing the surprise in Changbin’s expression.

As soon as Changbin’s smile grew, Heechul’s hand flew up into the air, desperate for the chance to speak. “Y/N wore a shirt that belonged to them, but they had it on inside out, with the label hanging out?”

“You’re spot on,” Changbin teased, glancing across at you to see that your cheeks were as red as he hoped they’d be. “Hyunjin ended up being the one to point it out, they all thought it was just Y/N’s style.”

“You should have just stuck to that as the reason,” Hodong chuckled from beside you, “especially on a first meeting, just lie and pretend that was your intention all along.”

Once you’d finished being ridiculed for such an error on your first time meeting the boys, Changbin moved onto the second question that he’d prepared to ask the room.

“Alright, what is one thing that I’m going to be ticking off my bucket list that I’m excited to announce today?” He asked, placing the card down against the desk.

“Skydive?” Youngcheol asked, raising his arm up into the air, only for Changbin to shake his head straight away at such an expected response.

Whilst the rest of the room guessed, out of the corner of his eye, Heechul spotted how silently you had suddenly become in response to the question.

“Is it something to do with work?” Sangmin asked, standing up from his desk as he always did, passing around the back of the classroom.

As Changbin nodded, Hodong was the next to offer a guess. “I don’t think it’s something to do with your group, maybe someone that inspires you, or someone you look up to?”

His statement was quickly added to by Janghoon, “you’re here to announce new music?”

“Yes, you are,” Heechul grinned, looking between the two of you. “Y/N isn’t subtle at all, you’re working together, which is something that’s been on your bucket list.”

Changbin nodded, walking over to high five Heechul for his correct answer. “I always had a dream of producing with my partner when I found one, and now that I do, we’re going to collab.”

“We’ve got everything sorted, so now we just need to sort out the release date,” you added, spinning around in your chair to look at the classroom. “Hopefully by the time my next album comes out, we’ll be able to come back and promote it.”

After you finished your questions, you moved onto the promotion of your new music, with a round featuring Shindong before the shoot was brought to a close.

As soon as it was done, you were straight over to Changbin, noticing the wide smile on his face as he greeted you.

“I’m guessing you enjoyed yourself then,” you teased, resting your hands against his waist, glancing up at him.

“I had the best time, thank you so much.”

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jincherie · 3 years

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four’s company | rapline [m]

✘ — pairing: boxer!rapline x male!reader ✘ — genre: smut!, boxer au, poly au ✘ — wc: 6.4k ✘ — rating: 18+ ✘ — warnings: minor injuries (occupational hazard kind), smut: mxm, light (accidental) voyeurism, light hand kink, baby boy reader, sub/bottom reader, dom/top members, foursome, anal sex, protected sex (don’t forget to wrap ‘em, lads and ladies!), fellatio ✘ — notes: part of a fic exchange within the ghostie network, i’m sorry it’s late!!!!! please accept my humblest apologies!!! @bangtanloverboys here you go!! i hope it’s not too shitty!!!

If accidentally walking in on your three crushes in a heated moment, not once, not twice, but thrice isn’t enough to capture their attention, then you don’t know what is. You’re about to find out that you’ve had their attention for a while, though.

— posted; 02.01.2021 || masterlist

For what is far from the first time tonight, you feel the weight of a certain gaze.

Well, to be more specific, it hasn’t just been one gaze you’ve felt on you tonight. More like… three.

You know who they belong to, unfortunately. It’s the same three people that you found in an… interesting situation earlier. On that was, no doubt, not meant for outside eyes.

Well, you say that, but you feel like that’s just because you, yourself, are mortified. To be honest, the three boxers you found locking lips and making out in the locker room didn’t seem to be all that ashamed about it.

In fact, when they caught you in the motion of fleeing, they’d had the audacity to grin about it!

Utterly humiliating. You haven’t been able to bring your gaze anywhere near them all day. To make matters worse, you couldn’t even flee to the safety of your home or anywhere similar, because there is a match tonight and you’re needed as a qualified first aid officer.

Which brings you to the current predicament; sitting ringside and attempting to avoid the gazes of the three boxers seated on the side adjacent. Try as you might, it’s actually a struggle to keep your eyes on the current match. It’s a rookie night, and you feel extra bad since one of the people in the ring is actually a close friend.

Though, perhaps you should demote Jungkook from ‘close friend’ status considering he is the reason you started working here and subsequently, had the opportunity to stumble upon a certain scenario this morning. Were it not for him and his stupid, pleading puppy eyes, you wouldn’t have a particular embarrassing image burned into the back of your eyelids.

You know that despite his rookie status, Jungkook is quite a naturally talented boxer. Perhaps that is part of the reason that your brain thinks it’s okay to let your eyes stray from the match instead of watching attentively as you’re expected to. The subconscious certainty that Jungkook can handle himself seems to be your undoing, because in a moment of inattentiveness your eyes manage to reach the area you’d been trying so hard for them to avoid.

As you’d both feared and expected, they are in fact already looking at you. Well, one of the three. It is the piercing gaze of the club's current lightweight champion, Min Yoongi, that bores a hole into you right now. The two accomplices to his side aren't joining him in drilling their eyes into you across the room for now, instead leaning into each other as though they're whispering amongst themselves.

There's something about Yoongi's eyes, dark and piercing, that seem to always root you in place no matter where you are. His expression, as it usually tends to be, is unreadable. It's a certain kind of neutrality that graces his features, thin enough that you can tell there is something behind it but too opaque for you to be able to discern exactly what.

You don't even realise you're trapped in his gaze until the sounding of the bell snaps you out of the spell that seemed to be cast over you. Your head whips back around and you see the referee signalling the end of the bout, and just beyond him Jungkook is standing slightly bent over as he offers a hand to his opponent on the canvas. To your alarm, it is only now that you notice the blood dribbling down the man’s face. The reasonable crowd that has gathered is still cheering (Jungkook was quick to rise as one of the fan favourites) and it’s a wonder you can hear the referee’s call above the ruckus.

“Medic!”

That’s your cue.

x – x – x

“You look kind of on edge, man. Are you alright?”

You’re almost too busy staring into your coffee in a borderline dissociative state to hear Jungkook as he calls for your attention. It has to be about the thirteenth time in the past half hour, but you can’t find the energy to be ashamed about it. Mostly because all of your shame and embarrassment are focused on other areas right now.

It had happened again.

Is it just your luck? You don’t know whether to dub it as rotten luck, because you feel it would be a bit of an insult to the boxers you’d once more found in a suggestive situation. But considering it good luck feels kind of sleazy, because although you’re embarrassed as hell, all things considered what you walked in on wasn’t a bad view—

No, that thought is stopping there. Any further and you’ll only incriminate yourself and you’ll have to dose yourself with another fresh shot of shame.

Realising that you still haven’t answered the concerned-looking boy sprawled in the chair to your side, you offer him a non-committal grunt. It’s the best you can do while you take another moment to form actual coherent thought.

“I’ve never been better,” you say, and immediately Jungkook lets loose an abrupt snort.

“You look like shit, so don’t bother trying to lie. Are you having trouble sleeping again or something?”

You survey him for a moment, touched that he remembers the insomnia that had ailed you for a few months a while back. “Actually, I’ve been sleeping pretty good the past few months.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, making you squint at him in question. “Oh, I’ll bet you have, considering the things you were saying in your sleep last time I stayed over.”

You simply look at him, wondering whether he’s going to be an ass and continue. You don’t have to wait long for an answer.

“You were all like, ‘nngh, Namjoon,’ and ‘oh, Yoongi’, and then you said something about Hoseok too but I can’t quite remember, probably because it was so x-rated that my poor baby brain banished it from my memory—”

“Jungkook,” you cut him off, gripping the plastic spoon that came with your drink painfully tight. “Shut up.”

This is most definitely not the conversation to be having in the café barely a block away from the boxing gym where the two of you frequent, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to get the hint. Actually, you’re pretty sure he got the hint and he just doesn’t care enough to heed it.

“You really ought to do something about that crush of yours, bro. There’s three of them, so there’s three times the misery if you sit on your ass instead of—”

“Jungkook,” you attempt to warn him again, glaring slightly this time. You’ve scooped some of the whipped cream off of his plate of pancakes and hold the tip of the spoon back, threatening to fling it at him should he keep talking.

“—doing something, you know? I’ve seen them practically undress you with their eyes enough times by now that I could fill out a diary with all the incidents I’ve witnessed. Plus, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how often they ‘hurt’ themselves as an excuse to see you? I really don’t think you have much to lose, especially with an ass like yours—well, it’s nothing like the cake I’m serving, but still, it deserves some praise—ACK!”

Ah, so he has chosen death.

You discard the now-empty spoon onto a napkin, taking a long sip of your drink. It seems Jungkook has engaged his ape brain more today than usual as instead of wiping the cream off his face like any normal human would, he’s attempting to reach it with his tongue. His chances aren’t good, to be honest; though you reckon your mutual friend Jimin would be able to get it from that distance. Dude has a tongue like a lizard.

“You have Seven Days,” you tell him, struggling not to let a smile through as the amateur boxer whines, unable to reach the cream.

“You have seven days,” he grumbles sulkily, reaching with a begrudging hand for a napkin. “Do something or I’ll expose your ass.”

You roll your eyes, ninety-nine percent sure that he’s kidding.

…

That other one percent worries you a bit though.

x – x – x

You take back what you decided earlier— something is definitely wrong with your luck.

“And how did you hurt your knee again?”

“I tripped on the stairs.”

Jung Hoseok, the club’s current star welterweight boxer, sits before you in your little medical office. There aren’t any matches on today, but you’re on shift because the club members are doing some of the more rigorous training; there is an important few matches coming up for a few members, and they all want to be as prepared as possible. As tends to be the occupational hazard, training can often lead to injuries that need to be immediately attended to.

You can’t say, though, that this is the type you were expecting when you rocked up today.

Hoseok is beaming at you, all sincerity and sparkles. There’s a slight bit of dark regrowth in his hair that catches your eye as you survey him, the crimson ends sticking to his forehead lightly from sweat. He looks every bit earnest and honest as he sits in front of you, but you can’t help but suspect him just slightly.

Because you’re not sure any of the club members have ever made their way to your office for a graze that wouldn’t even phase a kindergartener.

“Well,” you say, trying to ignore what Jungkook had said barely a day or two ago that floats back into your head now. “The good news is, it’s not fatal.”

Hoseok lets out a great, dramatic huff in relief. “Oh, thank god. I was so scared this might have been the end.”

‘Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how often they ‘hurt’ themselves as an excuse to see you?’

Is that what this is? An excuse to see you? A look spared for the man before you leads you to conclude: probably not. He’s a little too radiant to be seeking out lil’ ol’ you.

“Not this time,” you say, rummaging through your small box of mismatched bandages. Finding what you’re looking for, you turn back around and begin preparing it to place it on Hoseok’s knee. “You live to see another day.”

Hoseok shifts like he’s about to say something in response, but cuts himself off with a surprised laugh when he sees the band-aid you put on him. “Wh—you have Minions band-aids?!”

“I reserve them for special patients,” you say before you can stop yourself, promptly clamping your mouth shut a little too late. Your cheeks… you just hope the heat gathering there isn’t obvious.

Something shifts in Hoseok’s gaze as he surveys you for a moment, before hopping from the bed, testing his knee out like he’d sprained it instead of scratching it. The look is gone before you can fully decipher it and he’s back to grinning brightly once more.

“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll have to come back often. Wouldn’t want them to go to waste.” Hoseok’s smile adopts a slightly cheeky edge as he makes his way to the door, lifting two fingers to his temple in a lazy salute. “See you later, doc!”

Then he’s gone before you can return the farewell, door closing definitively behind him and leaving the room in silence.

Are you going crazy, or did Hoseok— one of the three boxers you’ve happened to walk in on twice now—just return your light flirting?

… God, you hope it wasn’t because of the minion band-aid.

x – x – x

You wish that visit had been an isolated incident, but you had a repeat of it at least twice a week. Each time Hoseok would rock up grinning at your door with some other minor injury, all but demanding a minion band-aid for his troubles. You gave it to him, of course, but you still hope he doesn’t remember you as the minion band-aids guy.

Surprisingly enough, it isn’t only Hoseok that has been cropping up more often in your day-to-day. You’ve had a few surprise encounters with Yoongi, who lately has taken to giving you a sly, unreadable look before turning away, leaving you in your own confusion. Sometimes you’ll get carried away watching him or one of the other boxers practice, and before you know it he has caught you staring red-handed and you’re forced to flee the room to escape the smug, intrigued look that slips into his eyes.

It’s after such an occasion that you find yourself in the main locker room, attempting to multitask by looking for a box of first aid supplies hidden in the top shelves and giving your face a chance to cool down. It’s taken you so long to even find the damn box that your embarrassment has all but evaporated by now. By the time your eyes lock onto the scuffed white box peeking over the edge of the highest shelf in the corner of the room, you’re more than ready to snatch it down and escape back to the comfort of your dingy little office.

Of course, it couldn’t ever be so easy for you. Not given your recent string of poor luck.

You don’t consider your height to be remarkably anything, and normally you don’t have that much trouble reaching the cookie jar on the top shelf in your apartment but for some reason the shelves in this building are built to cater to giants, and try as you might you simply cannot reach. You’re literally about to abandon the last of your dignity and attempt jumping for it, when there is a light scuff on the floor from behind you and then a firm warmth pressing into your back.

In all honesty, your brain short-circuits. For a second you think you might have even blacked out, because it takes at least three seconds for you to realise what is happening, and by that time the figure has already retreated back from your form.

Somewhat dazed, you turn around to see one Kim Namjoon, the clubs leading middleweight champion and the third and final member of those racy scenarios you happened to walk in on oh-so long ago. In his hands is the box you’d been struggling so much to reach, and on his face is a look that somehow blends sheepishness and amusement into one attractive cocktail on his features.

“Here you go,” he says, and for a shamefully long moment all you can do is stand and soak in the lovely timbre of his voice. By the time you snap out of it, a small smile has begun to curl on his lips. You pointedly avoid looking at the dimples that are beginning to show as a result.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” you say, trying to make it as natural as possible as you reach and take the box from his hold. “Whoever put it up there seems to have a vendetta against me.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” he says, and there’s suddenly something a little secretive about the way he’s smiling. It makes you suspicious, and once more the words Jungkook prattled into your ear a week or so ago come rattling back into your brain.

Is this something similar to what Hoseok had done? Did Namjoon put the box on a higher shelf?

“Are you calling me short?” For some reason, that’s what comes out of your mouth. There is a slight disconnect from what you said and what Namjoon had said previously, but he seems to make the connection. He tilts his head back and a rich laugh tumbles forth. It sounds nicer than you wish to admit to yourself.

“Never,” he finally answers, grinning. “Though, feel free to come get me next time you lose against a shelf.”

Your mouth drops open in affront, but he makes a departure too quick for you to respond. His laughter echoes down the halls and you’re left reeling in your spot.

This isn’t what you expected to happen after walking in on a few intimate situations. In fact, this is quite the opposite.

What is happening?

x – x – x

As the weeks go by, there are several big nights and several big matches. Hoseok and Yoongi, among a few others from the gym, emerge victorious. At this point you’re not too ashamed to say that you spent the entirety of their matches watching the way their muscles rippled as they dodged, swung and wove around the ring. If the last shred of dignity still clinging to you had disappeared, then you probably would have drooled like a dog.

The nights tend to go by weight classes, and the next upcoming night is to showcase the middleweight boxers. While Jungkook classifies for the class, as one of the newer recruits he isn’t the first choice for the match—much to his dismay.

It is approximately a week before this big match, in which Namjoon, one of the three men who live in your head rent-free these days, is participating, that you’re woken from your sleep and called into the gym.

It’s your night off, actually, so for you to be called in there must have been a pretty serious injury. You’re proven right when you enter the building and walk into the main room.

Before you can even assess the scene, Yoongi spots you and darts on over. He has a look on his face that you don’t think he’s ever sported before, and it fills you with a feeling of dread. It seems an appropriate feeling, considering what you see when you advance further into the room, towed by the frantic blonde who’d fetched you.

“Holy shit, what the hell happened?!” You dart forward, Yoongi’s grip slipping from your wrist as you move out of his reach.

Namjoon is seated on the floor in a squat, cradling his left hand to his chest. A grimace twists his features, eyes glistening but face clear of tears.

To your complete and utter surprise, the familiar tenor of Jungkook’s voice reaches your ears. You didn’t know he had stayed behind to practice tonight.

“We were leaving after practicing a bit later than normal, and some assholes drove past and picked a fight. I think—I think they were members from one of the rival clubs on the other side of the city but it was kind of dark and I didn’t get a good look.”

Your brows shoot up—that’s risky behaviour on their part, if it was actually members of a rival club that did this. Judges of this particular tournament don’t look kindly on foul play.

It would make sense if it’s true, though; a lot of local clubs tend to have boxers in the middleweight range, and Namjoon has emerged from enough matches victorious that he’s actually quite a threat.

“Let me see,” you say, holding your hands out to Namjoon for him to rest his injured one in your hold. “Jungkook, go get the big tin box with the red cross from my office. Make sure it’s the one with antiseptic and bandages.”

You don’t even need to check he’s listened, because you can hear the frantic, obedient pattering of his feet fading away in the distance as you unwrap the blood-drenched towel from the hand in your hold. Namjoon’s busted up limb takes all of your attention the second you lay eyes on it properly, your stomach filling with an unpleasant, nameless cocktail of sensations.

“Holy shit,” you say, unable to contain your wince. “Tell me you didn’t get this from fighting them bare-knuckle.”

Namjoon has enough capacity for humour right now that he lets out a little huff. Yoongi fills you in before Namjoon has a chance.

“No, though I almost did.” His expression is dark, the heat of his anger reaching you even when it’s not directed your way. “They were probably drinking before coming here, since they had a few bottles they threw into the mix.”

That explains the gashes you’re seeing on Namjoon’s palm— it seems he caught one of the bottles, though you’re not sure whether it was already broken or whether it broke on impact. Thankfully, from what you can see, the gashes and lacerations aren’t too deep and shouldn’t cause lasting damage, but they’ll definitely take a while to heal, and one or two of them look like they will need stitches.

“Alright,” you begin, sighing softly. “I’ll do what I can to fix this up for now, but you’re going to have to go to the ER, because some of these will need stitches…”

You look up, reading the expressions of everyone in attendance and knowing that they have all reached the same conclusion regarding Namjoon’s immediate fate as a boxer.

“Sorry, Namjoon,” you start, watching his features crumble ever so slightly into a look of resignation. “This isn’t going to heal in time for next week, and you definitely won’t be able to train for a while.”

It’s just as you announce that, that Jungkook returns with your box of first-aid goodies. Hoseok, who has remained surprisingly silent the whole time this conversation has gone on, takes the box from his hold and delivers it next to you. Surprising all of you, Namjoon is quick to look up and pin Jungkook with a grin.

“Well, since I can’t participate—how do you feel about making your Big Boy Boxing Debut, Jungkookie?”

Your friend is rooted to the spot in shock for a solid few moments, before he snaps out of it and an excited if slightly nervous expression filters onto his face.

“I will defend your honour, Namjoon!” he declares, saluting stupidly. “Count on me!”

Cheesy of him, but you can’t help the smile that tugs your lips. You just hope it’s not too late-notice for him, and that Namjoon’s injuries really aren’t that serious, as you surmise.

x – x – x

The week passes quicker than you anticipate, and before you know it, it’s the night of the big match—Jungkook’s first big match, that is. Namjoon had done his best over the days to coach Jungkook on the particular fighting styles of the opponents he normally faces, and to everyone’s pleasant surprise, Jungkook has picked it all up with ease.

You’re more surprised to say that you’re not even that nervous, as you sit waiting for the match to begin. Jungkook stands in one corner, his opponent from one of the more renowned rival gyms in the other. You prepare to be on standby in case either boxer is injured enough to need aid, but cross your fingers that if anything at least Jungkook will be alright.

In the blink of an eye, the match begins and the first bout kicks off. Jungkook’s opponent is slightly stockier, likely pushing the upper limits of the weight class, and is the first to make an offensive move. The familiar sound of cushioned gloves making impact rings in the air and you find yourself tensing in your seat as you watch the two interchange blows.

It’s pretty much neck-and-neck for a majority of the bouts. Some of them go quick, and others seem to consist of the longest three minutes of your life. Still, the match goes on, and the night is filled with the siren song of the crowd and the ring of the bell.

After a night of close-call bouts and baited breath, Jungkook finally emerges victorious.

Ever the fan favourite, the crowd that has amassed erupt into cheers as the referee declares the end of the final bout and Jungkook is held up as the victor. With the match decided, the club members that had been watching ringside burst up and swarm around the young boxer who brought pride to the gym on his very first big match. The three boxers that usually occupy your thoughts wriggle their way up there too, and it’s Hoseok’s bright tone that pierces the ruckus of the crowd.

“Drinks at ours to celebrate our victor, Jungkookie!” he caws, rubbing Jungkook on the back in something akin to pride. “Members of King Hit Gym, we better see you all there!”

You mightn’t be a technical member, but the way you suddenly feel three sets of eyes on you tells you that you’re still more than invited.

x – x – x

It’s three hours since the end of the match, and you’re more than a little tipsy.

You can safely say that you haven’t ever been to the house where Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi live, but you’re nothing short of impressed. It’s a three-storey townhouse, with three rooms— presumably one for each of them, though from what you’d glimpsed on the way to the bathroom earlier only one of them appears regularly lived in.

It didn’t take you long to ponder exactly why, considering the things you’ve accidentally witnessed in the past month.

Most of your time tonight was spent celebrating with Jungkook as he made the rounds and received congratulations from the rest of the club members. Music thrums through the building, bass vibrating pleasantly through your chest every time you pass the expensive speakers in the living room.

You’ve paced yourself well, all things considered. All you had to do to avoid an early night ending in blackout drunkenness was steer clear of Jungkook whenever he made his way by the kitchen to refill— he’d learnt his mixing skills from Jimin, a verified alcoholic back in the day who spent his time in university trying to throw together his own signature cocktail with the same alcohol percentage as absinthe.

So you’re relatively proud of yourself to only be a little over tipsy at this point in the night. You can’t really say the same for the rest of the club members, though— even Jungkook has reached a point where he is stumbling and giggling. Which, of course, led to the event that splattered drink all over your shirt.

You’re wandering up the stairs now, mind occupied with everything but what you’re doing as you absentmindedly seek the bathroom to clean your shirt. You haven’t seen any of the homeowners in a while, actually, which is kind of disappointing because you’re really longing for some eye candy right about now. They disappeared about ten minutes ago, and you figured it was just to socialise or maybe grab more snacks but you haven’t paid it much thought since then, and now you’re realising they hadn’t returned to the party yet.

Reaching the top of the stairs, you pause for a moment to try and recall which room is the bathroom. There’s two of them, you remember being told, one ensuite and a main bathroom. There was also a third one on the first floor, but that was too far for you to attempt reaching it. Unable to remember which door is which, you simply decide to wing it and march on forward towards the first door to enter your line of sight. You’re pretty stable, but your head is kind of fuzzy, so your hand hovers by the wall as you walk just in case you stumble.

Upon reaching the door in question, it takes you about a second and a half to realise the room you have reached is not the one you want, and another second for the shock to reach you.

Because, for the third time in a month, you have walked in on something you shouldn’t have.

Except this time, you can’t seem to pull yourself away as fast as you should.

It’s Hoseok and Namjoon tangled before you this time, in a position much more intimate than the last you’d seen. Their lips are locked, Hoseok straddling one of Namjoon’s thighs with one hand tangled in inky locks and the other rubbing over his crotch, where a prominent bulge makes itself known even to your eyes. Just when you remember that you should really be on your way, their lips break apart and Namjoon’s head tilts back, a sinful, velvet moan climbing from his throat as Hoseok leans to pepper it with kisses. It’s mesmerising, and you forget you’re even there as you watch the red-haired man’s hand climb up Namjoon’s stomach and then slip beneath the waistband of his jeans.

You come back to yourself when you feel a familiar tightness in your own pants and a throb between your legs— of course, you’re hard. You’re too hazy-brained to even be ashamed of it right now. It does pierce through the fog, though, that you’re intruding on something you’re not meant to see. Like you’re trying to move limbs filled with lead, you start to drag your feet and turn around.

You barely get a step in before you’re face to face with someone strikingly familiar, and your heart drops in your chest before kicking back into motion at double speed.

“You always seem to enjoy watching, don’t you?” Yoongi’s question catches you off guard and puts you on the spot— before you can panic, though, his lips curl in a kittenish smile. “It’s alright, we already know you do, baby boy.”

Your heart stutters in your chest, stomach flipping giddily. Your eyes track it with surprising clarity as Yoongi’s hand— strong and sculpted and deliciously vascular, as you’d admired many times before— rises to caress your cheek, and he leans forward until his lips brush the sensitive skin of your earlobe.

“Why don’t you join us, this time?”

You find yourself nodding before you even realise it, but it’s definitely a decision you would make again any other day.

You feel Yoongi smile against your ear, and then he is pressing a soft kiss to your cheek and pulling back. That same strong hand winds around your wrist and you’re tugged into the room, the door shutting behind you. The two on the bed barely bat an eye at the arrival of their third lover and an extra figure, merely smiling dazedly at the two of you.

“Baby boy is finally gonna join us?” Hoseok asks, eyes lidded and dark to match the tousled look of his hair and clothes. His words are slightly slurred but the keenness to his gaze tells you he is still very much aware of everything he does.

Yoongi hums in confirmation, coming up behind you to wind his arms lazily around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. “Mhmm. Don’t stop on our account— why don’t you give him a bit of a show to start, hm?”

Hoseok needs no further prompting, a grin all you glimpse before he is diving back to crash his lips into Namjoon’s, hand moving inside his pants and eliciting a deep, throaty groan. It makes your own cock throb in need, and almost as though he reads your mind, Yoongi's voice sounds in your ear once more.

“You already hard, baby boy? Like what you see?”

Something about the husky quality of the boxer’s voice makes a shudder roll down your spine, a light whine slipping from your throat. Yoongi presses soft kisses to the skin of your neck as you watch the two on the bed undress each other between heated kisses.

“Want me to touch you, baby boy?”

As though possessed, your head begins nodding before you even think to act on the urge. Yoongi requires no further prompting; he begins to kiss and suckle along the column of your neck while his hands move— one creeps up beneath your shirt to flick a thumb over your nipple, and the other slips down, down, down beneath the waistband of your pants and boxers, until that hand you admire so much is slipping around your cock and squeezing just enough to make you gasp out a moan.

Pleasure and desire wind together to mix with the tipsy haze in your mind, and you’re more than happy to surrender yourself to the current situation. Slowly, you’re urged over to the bed, eyes still locked on the pair occupied there as Yoongi’s hand works magic on your length. You don’t even bother attempting to stem the gasps and moans tumbling forth because you know at this point it would probably be futile.

Hoseok has now stripped Namjoon entirely and is making his way down his body with his mouth, pressing a kiss against every inch of golden skin he can reach. Namjoon is quite generously endowed, and you can’t tear your eyes away as Hoseok finally reaches the apex of his thighs and begins to lavish attention to Namjoon’s flushed cock.

You can feel Yoongi grinding lightly against you as he strokes your own aching member, the two of you observing the show before you with rapt attention. At some point you’re rid of your shirt and the air feels cool against your flushed skin, your upper body leaning back against Yoongi contentedly. The noises spilling from Namjoon’s throat are downright sinful as Hoseok’s mouth sinks down on him with practiced ease.

It’s almost too much for you, really. Almost sensory overload. You’re urged ever so slowly to the bed, and as you sit on the plush mattress you happily oblige as Yoongi begins to undo and remove the jeans that are now uncomfortably tight. Your boxers follow soon after and then you’re joining the other two in their nudity. As though sensing the change in plans, Hoseok pulls off of Namjoon’s cock with a ‘pop’, licking his lips and ignoring the whine in protest that Namjoon lets out. “In a minute, bubs.”

Yoongi leans over to the bedside table to retrieve lube and something else you soon realise to be condoms as he tosses them on the bed between him and Hoseok.

“Are you alright with this?”

You turn at the sound of Yoongi’s voice, eyes meeting his own— though heady and full of desire, they’re also determined. You don’t doubt that if you say no, he will stop things here.

“Yes,” you confirm, and you watch as a smile pulls over Yoongi’s face.

“Excellent. Now, lean forward, baby boy. This might be a little cold.”

Without question, you allow him to shift and bend your body as needed, knees digging into the plush bedding. Tilting your head up, you manage to meet the eyes of Namjoon, who is in a similar position to yourself, just in time for you to gasp at the sudden cold sensation at your ass.

You’d think by now you would be used to the feeling of lube— you’re immediately distracted from that though at the sensation of Yoongi’s finger beginning to toy around your asshole. You allow yourself to relax as much as possible, turning your attention to Namjoon and Hoseok and simply enjoying the sensations Yoongi is eliciting.

Namjoon’s hand raises, cupping your cheek and dragging down ever so gently. Hoseok catches the movement and lets out a coo, eyes boring into your own.

“Wanna kiss him, baby boy? Go ahead, he’s good at it.”

You don’t need to be told twice, and neither does Namjoon. You find Hoseok definitely isn’t wrong as Namjoon’s lips meet your own, the kiss quickly turning heated as his mouth moves against your own. He swallows down your moans as Yoongi’s fingers begin to stretch you slowly, one by one.

You lose so much time in the hypnotic motion of bodies against your own that before you know it there is a gentle yet firm hand against your shoulder pulling you back from the man before you.

“Ready, baby?”

You nod, and soon after hear the familiar tear of foil before the head of Yoongi’s cock is pressing against your hole. You take a deep breath in, allowing your eyes to flutter closed as he begins to press himself in and stretch you open bit by bit. The burn isn’t particularly painful tonight, and to be honest sometimes you’re partial to the sensation.

By the time Yoongi is fully seated within you, you’re almost panting, soft moans escaping unwittingly. Through the fog of pleasure currently addling your brain, you hear similar noises in front of you and realise Namjoon must be in a similar state. Unconsciously, your hand stretches out, seeking contact, and manages to entwine with the large, warm one you identify as Namjoon’s good hand.

As soon as Yoongi receives the green light from you, he begins to move. The sensations of him dragging against your walls are enough to almost drive you mad, especially at the slow pace he’s set. It isn’t long before he picks up though, and soon rough the slap of his hips against your ass is one of the many sinful noises echoing in the room, muffled by the loud music still booming beyond the bedroom walls.

“O-oh, fuck,” you moan, barely coherent enough to respond to Namjoon’s seeking lips. Absently, you hear Yoongi’s soft groans and low murmured praises, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

“Good boy,” he all but purrs, hand caressing down your spine before finding purchase at your hips.

Time blurs and you’re wound so tight that it isn’t long before you feel yourself approaching that edge, your hand lowering to begin stroking your own cock again in an effort to reach your high faster. It’s one deep stroke that hits you in all the right places that is your undoing, and with a cry you’re cumming hard, spots appearing behind your eyes.

The sudden tightness around his cock has Yoongi stilling, a low, drawn out groan sounding from his throat as he joins you in your high, throbbing inside you. Your arms are a little too weak to continue holding you, but he seems to be in tune enough that he notices and his own slip around you, easing you into his embrace as he adjusts on the mattress and hums into your skin.

Namjoon and Hoseok aren’t far behind you, the two of them reaching their own end not long after. Namjoon flops against the bed, spent and Hoseok hops up to retrieve a bin and some wipes to clean up a bit before he too flops across the mattress, smacking Namjoon’s ass as he does and eliciting a brief whine in protest.

“Well fuck,” you hum, staring absently at the ceiling. Yoongi snorts, pulling you closer, and like they all share a hive mind you’re very suddenly in the middle of a cuddle pile as the other two join in.

“Beats just watching, doesn’t it?” One of them queries, probably Hoseok— you’re too tired to really discern it.

“Mhm,” you respond, basking in content. “Four’s company, I suppose.”

There are a few hums of agreement, and then comfortable silence falls over the room. You find yourself smiling as you sink into the most content sleep you’ve had in a while, in the arms of the three boxers who have nestled their way into your heart one by one

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MLB x DC Universe Headcannons

I just love the idea of MLB and DC (expecially Batfam cuz Mari is such a Wayne) being in the same universe and crossing over. So one night, I just had an idea overload of different ways the Marinette would know the batfam/be a part of the DC universe. And if any of my shitty ideas somehow inspire or prompt you, then please be my guest. 😊 _

1) “Ladybugs of Past and Present”

Hippolyta, Wonder Woman’s mother, was once a previous holder of the ladybug miraculous. When Fu activated the miraculous and put them in circulation, Hippolyta could feel its magic waking back up. Knowing there must a reason for it to be out, she sent a message to her daughter. Diana searched, finding Marinette and Adrien as the present holders of the ladybug and cat miraculous. She vouched and brought them into the Young Justice program while they also made their own team, Project: Zodiac (or something like that).

[Sometime when Diana takes Marinette to meet Hippolyta]

“Great Hera, Tikki, you have not aged a day” -Hippolyta, cause she does know how to make joke.

“And I would say the same to you” -Tikki

“Mother, you can make a laugh?” -Wonder Woman, honestly a bit confused cause her mom have never not been serious before.

And Marinette is just speechless cause she’s starstruck meeting Wonder Woman’s mom AND a previous Ladybug holder.

2) “Rockstar Niece”

Jagged Stone is Marinette’s Sweet Uncle J. During the summers, Jagged Stone would take Mari with him on tour. HIs summer tours are throughout America, so Mari gets to sightsee the country. Jagged’s first tour that he gets to take Mari on (5-ish), he’s also booked for the annual (for whatever reason) Wayne Summer Gala. When Marinette meets the Waynes, they are so enamoured (Dick and Tim couldn’t help it) that they tell Jagged he’s always invited as a guest, Mari of course being added to the permanent guest list too. About 6 years later, Mari is practically adopted, spending the first half of her summers with Jagged, going to the Wayne Gala, then spending the rest of her summer with the Waynes. Overtime, she figured out the secrets of the family and was there to welcome Jason back from the dead (when that happens). Anyways, now 11(-ish?) Mari meets Damian and the two become good friends… after an… impressionable first meeting.

“Tch, let me guess, you’re another one of father’s adopted strays” -Dami

“YOU MUST BE DAMIAN!!! DICK TOLD ME ABOUT YOU!!” -Marinette, who just ignores what he said for a hug.

“hiiiiiiiiissssssss” -Dami, touchy with touch

“...” sprays water in his face since he decided to act like a cat.

“I say, Master Bruce, the children are getting along quite well” -Alfred

3) “Pen Pals”

Jon Kent and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are part of an international pen-pal program, starting when they were very young (maybe like 4 or 5-ish, super super young) where they told each other everything (Jon can’t just say that his older bro is a clone made from Superman and Lex Luthor’s DNA, or that his dad is Superman, or that his best friend is Robin, but yea. Lois and Clark probably proofread his stuff until he’s like 9) with pictures and everything. When they’re old enough to get phones & stuff, they call, text and vid-chat along with their letters (love without blood). When Mari is maybe 9-11 (somewhere around there) she starts flying over during the summers to hangout with Jon (and his friends and big brother). While there, she meets Kon, Bat fam, and Clark (some who she already knew, some who she didn’t) & lightly hints that she knows who all they are once she figures it out (it didn’t take her long to do so).

Now whenever she visits and is at Wayne Manor (Jon likes to have sleepovers practically every weekend) while they’re on patrol, Mari subtly messes with their minds (super subtle, they’re the world’s best detectives after all) until they finally look through the cams and see Mari giving them one of those smiles (those shit-grinning cause it’s just so hilarious how it’s gone on for so long) & and a playful wink.

[5 seconds later]

“Mari!” “Pixie-pop!” “Angel!” “Teacup!”

“Seriously, am I the only one with a normal nickname for her?” -Tim

“Ms. Marinette would like to inform you that ‘it took you long enough’” -Alfred (who so knows that the girl has been playing them since the third night she stayed at the Wayne’s)

“Where are my adoption papers?” -Bruce (who is seriously adopting any talented black-haired child)

4) “Mari and Mar’i”

When Mar’i is young, Dick and Kori take her with them to see Paris (btw, this would be during the winter). They’re strolling along through a park and lose track of Mar’i who finds Marinette (9-10 ish). Marinette comforts and distracts Mar’i while noticing the young(er) girl is Tameranian (her hair is very warm and she’s wearing significantly less layers than should be worn for a human of that age during the winter, plus that sun-kissed skin tone. She’s seen Kori in her fashion magazines (and, from time to time, on the news as an ambassador) so she easily make the connections). Dick and Kori finally spot Mar’i with Mari who introduces herself to them. Mar’i asks if she can see her “Auntinette” again and Marinette just goes “if your parents are okay with it.” Dick and Kori are totally cool with it (not many are willing to watch her and have the time to do it) so they ask Marinette if she can babysit Mar’i whenever (with good pay of course) if she’s up to it (cause she’s still pretty young). Marinette can’t say no to Mar’i’s babydoll eyes (and she’s so much easier compared to Manon, who’s only 2 rn), so of course, she says yes.

Now Marinette is Mar’is official babysitter and sees Mar’i often whenever her parents drop her off (using zeta tubes to quickly get to Paris and back). Marinette gets treated like an honorary Wayne (cause she’s the most responsible) and gets invited to their family stuff (w/ travel pay taken care of, of course). It doesn’t take her long to realize the fact that she babysits Bruce Wayne’s & BATMAN’S granddaughter, but of course, being the responsible one she is, keeps the secret… while also playing with them via Mar’i.

[One Day]

After Marinette leaves for her plane…

“Uncle Dami!”

“Yes, Spawn?”

“Auntinette said to tell you after she left that Robin’s sut needs a major upgrade & that you look like a traffic light… whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

[Another Day]

“Uncle Jay!”

“What’s up kid?’

“Auntinette said that to let you know that Red Hood doesn’t make any sense ‘cause Red Hood wears a helmet. Not a hood.”

[The next time]

“Uncle Tim!”

Yawn. “yea?”

“Auntie told me to give you this” (pulls out super caffeinated coffee) “and that Red Robin’s cowl is a menace to all things fashion”

[Again…]

“Daddy!”

“Yes, Starshine?”

“Auntienette said she’s proud of Nightwing’s costume ‘cause it’s one of the only in the batfam that isn’t an astro-city to the fashion society.”

5) “Marinette, the one who’s always getting chosen”

Before Mari became (becomes(?)) LB, she comes across a different powerful piece of jewelry, from a different order of guardians where her will of mind is not only her shield from being akumatized, but it is also what drives her powers. That’s right, Mari walks past a flea market and activates a GL ring. The guardians pick up on this activity and send Hal (it is his sector) to check it out. Hal finds the ring with Mari but it still needs the light of a GL to charge and fully work.

[During the explanation]

“Look, kid-”

“Marinette.”

“Look, kid, I just need to know why you have that ring.”

“You think I know? I was just walking through the market and all of a sudden, this possessed ring, if that’s even what this is, started following me, then zipped in front of my face til i held my hand up so it can put itself on my finger.”

“Kid-”

“It’s MARINETTE. Get it wrong one more time and you’ll see why I don’t need a possessed piece of alien jewelry.” -Marinette, making sure you get her name right. “Besides, if I stole it, I would remember. I’m a klepto” -Marinette, probably holding his ring too at this point.

Hal obviously doesn’t want the wrath of the Dupain-Chengs (just the kid Marinette scares him enough), so he tells the guardians that JL will take care of most of Mari’s training (once they get her a lamp for her ring, of course) & has her take part in training at Mt. Justice with the Young Justice team and special training with the Bats. Mari does all this under the guise of an international student exchange program for Mari to stay with the Waynes (not yet knowing that it’s the bat fam) and attends G.A. Mari doesn’t do much, but it takes her 24-36 hours to know who EVERYONE is.

[the next week after settling in]

“Hey, Mars,” -Dick, in his Nightwing gear

“Hey, Di-is the GREATEST SHOW!” -Mari, changing the subject(… not really)

“How long did it take you?”

“Not as long as the Kryptonians…” -Mari, going off into a tangent (still trying to change the subject”

[When Marinette meets Tikki]

Back in Paris:

“Sooo… I’m getting powerful jewelry that gives me powers and a suit, needs to be recharged, and comes from some Order of the Guardians? What’s the difference between you and my ring?” -Marinette, who at this point is very confused as to why she keeps getting picked on for this kind of stuff.

“One’s alien, one’s magic” -Tikki, hoping Mari will end it there & lowkey hates that the GL Corp. got to her first.

“They’re both non-human made energy sources” -Mari, cause once you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it all before.

“You can’t heal the Akuma without the miraculous, and there are more than just rings. Yours are earrings, there are hair clips, bracelets, necklaces and more” -Tikki, after having a minute to think

“Fine, only because you said they’re the only way to heal the, what was it again, akuma?”

6) “Their Unofficial Official Barista”

Part of Tim’s job as Co-CEO, is to make sure all the branches are running smoothly, sometimes that means he has to fly abroad to manually check in. Tim goes to Paris to check on the W.E. Paris branch. He goes to a nearby Patisserie (Tom and Sabine’s) to see a young Marinette (somewhere from 8-11) drawing in her sketchbook at the counter. She explains that her parents are at a catering event, but she’s there to man the little bakery. Tim asks for a super caffeinated coffee and Marinette makes it with ease, claiming it was on the house with how bad he looks (and how much sleep the man clearly needs). Tim begs for her knowledge and asks if she can teach his butler. Mari’s willing to show him the next time he comes, so he gets the whole fam to go (viz tubes so they don’t waste time) maybe a week later. Everyone gets their own drink (plus a free pastries) and Marinette teaches Alfred her coffee, but it’s just not the same so Tim, using the tubes, goes to get coffee from the girl whenever he can.

Mari is horrible at getting up on time (the life of an insomniac, never getting to sleep even if you want and then barely waking up on time) that she is up super early, makes Tim his coffee (plus a croissant) and tries to go back to sleep (making her inevitably late). Tim would walk up to the pick-up counter where his cup and to-go bag is while Marinette runs out of the house to get to school. Eventually, the rest of the Batfam (as well as the Laegue, TT, and YJ) frequent the place, slowly becoming (Dami too) Mari hides it, but she knew all the batfam the first day they came and she showed Alfred how to make the coffee. When the others start making more regular appearances, she learns the identities of YJ team, WW, GLs, and others. Obviously when LB and CN appear as heroes with HM as their villain, they immediately reach out to help. Because 1. Batfam clearly notices that it’s Mari and they sure as heck won’t let her deal with that by herself, and 2. The JL is worrying too much about their favorite barista (even though she’s not really one), especially with the Gigantitan scare. So, of course LB & CN (can’t make him bad everytime) get inducted into YJ.

[After Ladybug finishes defeating Gigantitan and detransforms]

“Bean! Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” -Tim, being an even more protective older brother than Dick, which shouldn’t be possible

“Yes, I promise. I’m fine” -Marinette, who just accepts the fact that she’s adopted an older brother (and his famliy)

“Tube over, we’ll have Alfred make sure” -Dick, already pulling out the medical supplies for Alfred.

“I-”

“You shouldn’t worry your brothers like that, Marinette. Now come over so Alfred can clear you,” -Bruce, who just happens to overhear the conversation

“I’m sorry, Miss Marinette, they are very adamant that you’re in pitch perfect health before going out again,” -Alfred, who’s not actually sorry

“Fine” -Marinette, accepting her fate of her adopted, protective family.

7) “Thicker Than the Blood We’ve Shed”

Why is Marinette so freakishly strong? Because she was trained to be. Before she could even talk, Mari was taught to be an assassin. She and Damian were frenemies, both competing for top spot as best in the League (of Assassins). They often spared together and became rivals who pushed each other (which sounds great in that context if you forget about the fact that they’re killing people and turning it into a competition). When Damian’s care is turned over to Batsy, Mari also comes along for the ride. She implements herself into Dami’s classes at G.A. & watches him from afar. (Damian, not being an idiot, of course knows all this and knows that it’s probably for Mari to give a report to Talia.) When he becomes Robin, Mari obviously knows, but waits to see if anything drastic would happen (his care was given to the Batfam, they had already expected this to happen.) She then heard word of the bounty Talia put on Damian’s head. Marinette knew there wouldn’t be much she could do to help, but she ave Dami a warning about the upcoming situation before fleeing the country.

From there she got to France, changed her name (it wasn’t originally Marinette, it was Shénqí, chinese for miraculous/magical (or something else if you want)), was adopted by Tom & Sabine, and left her time in the League in the past. When she received Tikki, she didn’t want to be a hero because she didn’t think she deserved it after her up-bringing. Eventually, she did become LB (being a trained assassin does help with lucky charms, considering she was taught how to kill with basically every and anything), and life was good for her. Then Rossi came.

[Gotham field trip]

While at Wayne Tower…

“How idiotic are they?” -Damian, who after reuniting with his long-lost sister-from-a-different-mister (yes, Marinette was able to convince him to say it once), can’t understand the stupidity she has to deal with.

“Are you Robin?” -Mari, who is too tired, so just goes straight into the analogy

“Yes.” -Obvious and simply is.

“Exactly” -Mari, who can’t even put a limit to the amount of thought the one brain cell the class shares doesn’t use. I mean please, the so-called “reporter” believed that the first cosplayer she saw was the actual LB when they don’t even have the same hair! And let’s not forget the origins arc, where LB’s first citizen save was Chloe.

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This is so utterly stupid but I have a few HC’s about Muslim Dabi(again obv this isn’t canon I just think it’s funny)

-Dabi would def be the type of Muslim dude who claims to be super religious cuz he never eats pork and “goes to the mosque to pray”(which is actually just code for hitting a blunt in the back of the parking lot w Hawks and Shigaraki💀), but yet smokes^^ and still has hella sex with like every other girl who bats her lashes at him from across the dining hall

-he also is a big cat lover, he claims since the Prophet Muhammad had cats of his own it’s sunnah to keep one

-on Eid namaz he’s the most dripped out one at the session, I’m talking black kurta dress, nice ass watch, slicked back hair...but funny enough, no one has actually seen him in line for the prayers themselves

-if he were back at home with the rest of the Todoroki’s, he’d most definitely be THE MOST spoiled one. Fuyumi would get on his ass for not cleaning the dishes, but he’d wave her off and tell her it’s training for her to be a better housewife for her future husband(cue a soapy sponge thrown at his head)

-Snitches.Constantly. Bro like this dude catches Shoto on his phone when he’s supposed to be doing a dua? Boom, instant callout followed by a long ass lecture about how he’s straying away from his religion and how he’s going to hell just because he spent one measly moment on his device instead of praising da lord

-Hes also always telling fuyumi to cover up her sleeves that come just a bittt before her wrists, claiming that she’s showing too much skin(especially when Hawks is over, that fucker’s got his eyes on every single one of his family members). But she’s quick to point out his secret tattoos, piercings, and hair dyes. He just scoffs and pulls the “women were created lesser than men so it’s okay for me to act a fool but not for you” card🙄stg I can’t stand him

-Since he’s the closest to Natsu, he’s always giving Eid money to him the most. The dude will slouch against his favorite brothers’ door, watching him play 2K. “What do you want?” Natsu asks with no real malice, not taking his eyes off the changing screen, furiously clicking away on his controller. “Mom says you gotta iron your clothes, Fuyumi’s doing her own so she can’t do yours as well. Oh, and Eid Mubarak by the way.” Natsu pauses him game and stands to stretch his arms above his head, groaning at the tendons popping in place on his back. “Yeah man, you too-what’s that?” He points to a fat parcel in Touya’s hand. The white-haired boy grins and chucks the bulging package at him, which Natsu catches easily. His eyes widen when he tears open the cream-colored paper envelope and reveals dozens of bills exceeding the usual 5-10$ family limit. “Yo, what-how-thanks Touya!” He sputters, throwing the package on his bed and throwing an arm around his brothers’ back in a man-hug. Touya rolls his eyes and barely suppresses a smile at Natsu’s excitement,(something he’s always wanting to be the source of) pounding his back to let go before he asphyxiates. He lets go and Touya smirks before heading towards the door, calling out over his shoulder, “Oh, and I’d thank Sho-turd as well while you’re singing my praise.” Natsu stops in his tracks and looks suspiciously at the withdrawing slender figure. “Why?”. Touya’s voice is distant as he moves to close and lock his door. “‘Cuz it’s his money after all.”

-The two brothers are always waking up at Sehri the earliest in Ramadhan, just so they can scarf down a majority of the food in the fridge and go to sleep without having to interact with the rest of their family at sunrise. And in the case that their family DOES wake up in time to see them chomping down food made for a WHOLE FAMILY and not just two boys, Touya is quick to grab his keys and jacket and cackle that him and Natsu are going to iHop to eat some more. Natsu ofc is quick to follow pursuit, throwing an apologetic grin towards his parents and other siblings.

-When they’re at the mosque and Enji has somehow bullied him enough to sit the hell down and actually ATTEND the lectures for once, Touya still has one up his sleeve. Planned out strategically, he always simpers to Rei that he wants to donate to the mosque, causing her eyes to water and a handful of cash thrown his way, her voice wobbly as she praises her son for actually taking the foundations of his religion seriously. Unbeknownst to her however, this just means that he’ll take a little bit more than he gives. Hawks will be standing at the front of the hall, bowing his head and using his silver tongue to graciously thank the many men and women who come forth to drop their allowance into the money basket. When he sees his best man approaching, he has to stop the smug grin from reaching his ears, instead slanting his brows and holding the basket out to the now black-haired thief. “Glad to see you’re taking eternal damnation seriously, for once,” Keigo flashes his perky whites and Dabi drops Rei’s money into the donation basket, dipping his hand a little lower for a second. “Glad to see you’re still standing here like some busboy peasant, as usual,” he fires back, the two boys catching each other’s eyes and stifling their cackles as the patched hand withdraws, a copious amount of bills in his hand, more than what he put in.

-100% steals shoes. Usually you hear about older men doing this, but age aint nothin’ but a number to Dabi, baby. “Nice kicks,” he nods to a boy Natsu’s age, noting the blue and black minimalist patterns adorning the shoes. The boy recognizes Dabi as one of the most revered figures at the mosque (and the most featured by adults. Who’d want their kid hanging out with the eldest Todoroki as an influence?) and bobs his head excitedly, spewing out the manufacture and release dates of the shoes. Dabi looks at the fanboy amusedly, continuing to lean against the shoe rack as more people crowd around and start to push the boy inside. “See you later Dabi!” The eccentric kid calls out as he’s pushed into the hall by grumbling uncles. The ravenette snickers fo himself, “Yeah, but you won’t be seeing these shoes anytime soon.”

-A notorious playboy in the community. Uncles glare at him, unable to scold him outright for his shenanigans due to his father’s close presence, and aunties steer their children away from him at dinner parties. Speaking of, Dabi’s at a dinner right now. He’s lighting up a joint in amongst 3 mesmerized girls sitting on the floor in front of him and 2 jealous dudes his age in a locked room, away from all the screaming little kids. “Wow Dabi, doesn’t it burn?” The youngest of the three girls asks him with imploring eyes. He smiles a charming smile down at her and he thinks he sees the other two swoon. “Nah, sweetheart, you get used to it after a little while. Don’t be like me though, keep yourself pure and clean,” he shoots a wink at them and they giggle, faces turning red. The other two boys sitting at the far end of the bed scowl at his successful flirting, but Dabi doesn’t care for any of them, honestly, they’re just target practice. Right as he inhaled the fumes of another puff, a little body throws itself at the door, banging its fists on the wood. “It’s time for food!” They all jump at the intrusion and chuckle as the intruder runs away, containing to scream about food being served. The group gets up to leave and exits through the door, but Dabi takes his time. He wasn’t done with his joint, and he has to waft the smell away anyways when he leaves. He’s opening a window to let out some air when he heads a soft shuffle from behind him. “Shows over guys, go eat-“ but when he turns around, the oldest girl of the three stands before him, fiddling with her hands and looking at the floor. “Um, Dabi? I know you said not to try it out by ourselves so...I was wondering if you could-if you could teach me how...?” She looks at the half-used roll in his hand, and he looks from the blunt to her face. He looks behind her. A closed door. Perfect. Taking a step forwards, he relishes in how she takes a hesitant step back, the breath in her throat catching but she still doesn’t back down. She looks to him like he’s a god, and he feels like one right now. And so he steps closer until she’s backed against the wall, his lids lowered to her wide ones, and he placed a hand next to her head. “Didnt your mom ever tell you not to take things from strangers?” He ghosts by the shell of her ear, and she shivers. “She never told me the strangers would be this hot,” and he has to laugh a bit at her tenacity. He pulls away and flops back on the bed, signaling for her to join him. “Well come one then, I’m hungry, better hurry up before I change my mind.” And 5 shotguns later, Dabi barely wipes off her bright pink lipstick from his face and straightens his kurta along with his hair before bounding down the steps, eager for food. At his command, she comes down a minute after him as to not cause any suspicion, but it doesn’t stop Rei from shooting him a knowing glare from the living room as he piles his plate with food. He shoves a veggie roll in his mouth as he turns to join the boys in the dining area, but his path is blocked by a large woman. “I know you’re up to no good. The children told me what funny smell was coming from the room upstairs, and I know you’re to blame, Touya Todoroki. I respect your mother a lot so I won’t make a scene here-“ he interrupts her, mouth half full with a roll, “-I mean, you already kinda are,-“ but she continues her tirade. “-I don’t think you’re a good influence on these kids, especially your siblings. What self respecting family would be okay with their son acting like a hooligan, having piercings, smelling like weed?” He smirks and swallows before swerving around her. “I don’t know Aunty, why don’t you ask your daughter? She didn’t seem to mind my, ah, influence.”

-When they were all younger, there was a time where End*avor wanted the boys the toughen up a bit and stop messing around so much. He brought the family up to the mountains in a nice cabin, purposefully choosing an area with farms nearby. It was around the time of Eid-e-Adha, so naturally goats and sheep’s were going to be sacrificed for the family feast. Touya already knew what was going on, so Enji left it up to him, a scrawny preteen boy to take over the initiation. Fuyumi wanted to come to the farm too, but Touya glared at her and told her to stay home because “girls are too emotional for this.”(he really did think that, but above all he held a secret soft spot for his only younger sister). Natsu and Touya both started heading down to the field to pick out a goat, and ofc little Shoto wanted to come along to. He begged and begged for his older brothers to bring him along and to not leave him at home for once, and with a sly glance to Natsu, Touya relented. He leaned down to Shoto’s eye-level and asked with serious eyes, “You sure?”. Shoto nodded eagerly, standing straight up as to look more solemn and mature. Natsu held back a snicker and grabbed Shoto by the collar as they dragged him out to the pasture. Oh, the little boy was in heaven among the bleating sheep and fluffy coats. “Go ahead, pick one out!” Touya said eagerly, nodding to the clueless toddler to choose a sacrificial sheep. And so the heterochromatic child pointed to one, looking to his big brothers for assurance, to which they gave an excited nod. Shoto yelped with glee and spent the rest of the afternoon frolicking with the soon-to-be-mutton chops, completely oblivious to its grim fate and creating a bond with the animal. So when it was finally sunset and the time came to start preparing for the feast, Touya walked over leisurely to Shoto, pushed the grubby hand away from the animal’s collar, and started pulling the creature towards the chopping block. “W-what’re you doing?” Shoto asked uncertainty. “Well, we gotta eat, right? Thanks for picking out such a fat sheep, ‘wonder how it’s gonna taste,”. The eldest grinned with malice at his youngest brother, who started to sniffle and ball his fists. “You’re lying! Leave it alone!” He cried out. “Nope, m’not lying, ask Natsu.” Natsu turns to Shoto and shrugs his shoulders without any real regret. “You’re the one who wanted to come along, right? Think of how proud dad will be of his favorite-he finally sacrificed his first sheep!”

-the first time he was ever asked to lead the namaz, Keigo and Tomura kept kicking the back of his legs so he would fall over while trying to recite the prayers, and in turn he’d immediately whip around in the middle of the whole damn hall and shoot fire at the two howling boys. Needless to say, he was never asked to read again

(one would think since Dabi knows sooo much about being a gOoD mUsLim and how to follow the rules he’d take some of that advice HIMSELF)

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