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murpyperpy · 2 months

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If you need to be mean be mean to me part 2.

CW: Mental Health issues drugs and alcohol.

Hobie stoped playing with your feelings and asked you out a week ago. Now you were sitting on you bed talking on the phone with your friend swinging your legs and talking about Hobie.

“Oooooo send a pic” your friend said. You looked through your pictures of him and you together.

“He so stunning right?” You ogle at the picture butterfly’s in you stomach.

“Huh… yeah If you like that type of thing he’s kinda ugly-cute” you friend says.

“ Bomb to your house imminent. Incoming!” You make the sound a bomb swooping down “Crash! Caplow! Sorry Macy bye bye house.” You laugh.

“Wait WAIT-“you scream excitedly

“I’m waiting” you friend says monotone

“HES CALLING OMG BYEEEEE” you giggle hanging up on your friend and composing yourself to talk to hobie

“Hey” you say a smoothly as you can

“Hullo love, you free tonight?”

“Yes!” You don’t mention it’s the third time this week he has called you to drink smoke or snort. He only usually called once a week but now he’s constantly wanted to spend time with you. Of course your overjoyed.

Hobie came to pick you up ten minutes later. You scrambled to do hair and makeup a pick an outfit for the mood- sexy red and black.

“Hobie!” You ran up to the car to reach in and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He noticed you holding on and realised your trying to steal his blunt. He gently pushes you off and you spin around and hop in the front seat.

The party was great like all the party Hobie takes you to you smoke dance then after you lay on his bed and fall asleep together and have deep talks. The moonlight was bright in the dark room you were sitting\laying on Hobbies back playing with his hair. While he lay face down and murmured to you.

“ You know I was sober until the night I meet you”. You say jokingly. He tenses up and shifts uncomfortably you quickly try to change the subject. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable with your history.

“ I have nothing to do tomorrow I’m so happy he he” you try to laugh but Hobie is tense. You don’t want him to be in a bad mood. You don’t want him to be mad.

“ Tell me what your thinking Hobie”

“What’s wrong”

“ I just feel gross” he reply’s “ I need a shower”

He stands up to leave and you want to pull him back but he leaves out the door into the bathroom

As if I believe that you think to yourself. You still feel energised from the party there no point sticking around with Hobie gone. You put on your jacket and shoes and head out the door.

-im going for a walk to clear my head plus I’m too awake to sleep :) <3

You text him then put in your head phones and feel the world melt away. It a familiar practice you did it often while trying to stay sober but it didn’t matter anymore. You where’re happy now with Hobie, it didn’t matter you where using whatever he was it not like he’s life was ever effected anyway. Hobie was always effortlessly perfect party as hard as he wants work as hard too. That’s why you like Hobie you much you think to yourself you want to be like him. You want to be confident.

“Hello! I’m talking to you here!”

You pull at your headphones and focus. Heart rate beats faster. Hold in a scream. Your hands are sweaty and you want to run but it’s just a man trying to get your attention.

“Sorry what do you want” you say back automatically. You took a closer look at the man he had marks on his face and angry facial expression from what you could see in the dark plus he smelled.

“I said you got a twenty?” He says to you holding out a reaching hand. His fingernails are cracked and caked with dirty.

“ I don’t have cash” you kept walking. He kept following.

“Baby you still in the shower?

Lol”

You send off a text to Hobie.

“Bitch I know you do” the man says again “don’t lie to me girly” you can smell his breath he’s so close so you pick up your pace and text Hobie.

There is a man following me plz come save me :(((

You try to keep it light like a joke but your heart can’t stop beating so fast. You call Hobie but he didn’t pick up so you call again.

“You know girly my own phone got stolen 2 weeks ago I think it’s fate we ran in to each other tonight” he moved to block you from running. In the street light you saw him clearly. Sharp teeth with holes peaking out of his cunning smile and browny yellow Color. He was wearing a suit like a sales man but it was old and tattered. His eyes are dazzling despite his dirty face. You still call Hobie over and over but you finger slows and you stare into his eyes.

“There you go girly hand it over” he says

He’s a mutant he has powers you think desperately that why I’m doing this. Your body steps closer. You hold out your arms. The man’s green eyes swirl like a spiral and you shift closer towards him. You try to pull away to speak to scream but you paralysed. The man is some kind of villain taking control of your body. Then you feel a hand on your shoulder. Hobie. He’s looking into your eyes. He look worried. He so cute. You want to make him feel better but you trapped.

“Love, what the fuck are you doing” he says

He looks over at the man. Hobies arm flashes faster than you can see and hammers into the man. Again again he slams his fist into the man’s face. All you can focus on is feel humming buzzing feeling taking over your body. You wave your hand around watching the streams flowing behind it. The fight become distant to the linger effect.

“ look at me” Hobie suddenly focusing on you filling one hundred percent of you view. He tilts you chin side to side check you over and then looks into your eyes.

“ I wanna be on what your on, it looks like a great time” he says staring at your dilated pupils and goofy grin.

“ I don’t like that joke” you say truthfully the words slip out of your mouth. Hobbie frowns which makes you frown.

The walk home feels bubbly easy simple. You trot along with Hobie.

“ Your calls scared me baby” Hobie says

“It that why your half dressed in… what is that?” You question. Hobie had a red superhero costume on under his jumper and pants. You stared at it and started to laugh.

“Hahahah! What are you wearing Spider-Man?” You laugh harder.

“God I hope you don’t remember this” Hobie covered his face which is flushed a deep red.

“Let’s go to bed my love”

Heyyyy Guys :)))

I hope you like this part of the story!!!

It’s not that depressing yet but if I make more it will probs take a turn 😈.

Please comment to share your opinion!!

#hobie x reader #hobie brown #hobie my beloved #hobie x you #across the spiderverse #spider punk

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cas-coding · 1 year

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my mom is being a dick so im making it all your guys problem because i dont have therapy until thursday

im going to put my vent below the cut because it will probably get triggering, but id appreciate if you guys would let me know any official terms for what my mom is doing to me/if there are any online resources to help

so my mom got home from work today and she was really pissed at everyone and everything. she yelled at me to take out the trash (which i usually do on tuesdays, but much closer to 5pm than the 3pm that it was at that moment) and i said sure let me finish this snack and if i have time before i have to pick up my brother, ill do it then. if not ill do it after.

she said okay and went back to her little candy crush game. two minutes later she tells me i need to pick up my brother. i say yeah i know. ill leave to pick him up at 4pm (which is roughtly 45 min away atp) and she sighs and says fine.

im like okay im not taking this bait. so i finish my snack and i do the garbage. then i pick up my brother and he's a dick to me too. leaves his metal waterbottle on the floor of my car where it will bang around and distract me from driving (i have drivers ocd and a lot of driving anxiety, so ive told him multiple times not to do this and hes usually good with it) and then my brother is all dramatic about getting out of the car and his knee hurting (he is 15) and i say the house isnt that far but im sorry it hurts and he calls me a bitch. what was i supposed to say

but anyway back to my mom. i havent told her my daily stories yet (and i know im fortunate to have parents that care about my day to day) so i tell her this story relating to my friend. i say hey he's been doing this recently and it's annoying and i wish he would stop. i talked to him about it a couple times and he wont stop.

my mom looks me dead in the eye and asks me why im so dramatic about everything. why does it bother you so much. its your fault. get over it. stuff like that. and she says it in this perfectly nice loving mothering voice. im sorry, what?

i said that ive asked him to stop and we've had conversations and he wont. i said its not my fault im trying, please don't say that to me. and my mom just keeps going on, saying oh youre overreacting, just get over it, why are you so pissy with all of your friends.

so im like emotionally exhausted and i blurt out that i have trauma from past friends. my second grade best friend moved away and then ignored my phone calls. my fourth grade best friend moved across the country and never responded to my (five!!!) letters. i told my seventh grade best friend that i thought i might not be a girl (surprise, im a trans man) and she called me the t-slur (i know i can say it, but i really dont like it because of this experience). i told my mom that that friend then went on to tell all of my high school friends (who only knew my chosen name) my birth name and then those friends struggled to use my chosen name ever again because 'oh your birth name fits you so much better!'

and you know what my mom said? she started lecturing me. how i cant let people hurt me. how its my fault i get mad at people. how im the reason no one wants to be my friend. how im damaged goods because of all the shit i wont get over. etc.

and i dont care if my mom makes me food. i dont care if she gives me a house to live in. that's bare minimum and i am not required to love her for that.

and she's never once proved to me that she deserves my love, so in ten years when shes wondering why i never call, this is only one reason why. she does this in so many ways and so many scenarios that i dont know how anyone tolerates her.

as soon as i can financially leave her, i will, and i will never look back.

#tw vent #vent #mommy issues #i hate my mom

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bubblegumspacebxtch · 2 years

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your imagines are amazing!!!! U should do one where fez is mad at u and y/n makes it up to him ♥️♥️

hi anon!! so this request was pretty chill but I went ahead and made it smut because u can never really go wrong with that shit imo lol there's fluff at the end tho because im soft for protective Fez but yeah hope you enjoy this one!!

summary: you don't listen to Fez which ends up putting you in danger. he ignores you because of this. you make it up to him tho. who knew head could prompt one to admit their feelings.

mentions events from Euphoria season 1 episode 2.

warnings || 18+ smut, minors DNI, oral (m), gagging, mentions of violence, guns, and drugs, a bit of hair pulling too if u squint

Should Have Listened

You don't know how long you can take the silent treatment. You knew Fez was upset, and you really couldn't blame him. You were on your way to his place, calling him while on the drive there. "Hey, baby." You hear his gruff voice say on the other line. "Hey. I'm coming over." You turn a corner, already less than ten minutes away from his house. "Right now?" Fez asks. "Nah, Y/N. Maybe in an hour. I got someone coming over for business," he continues before you have a chance to reply. "What? But I'm already on my way there. I'm sure whoever it is won't mind." You hear him groan through the phone. "I'm not fucking around, Y/N. I don't want you around these dudes." Fez doesn't let you answer back, seeing as he was getting another call. "Y/N, just head back home, alright? I'll call you when you can come over." With that, he hangs up. You scoff at that, rolling your eyes at how dramatic you thought he was being while continuing to drive. A few minutes later you were already parking down his street.

Meanwhile, inside Fezco's house was Mouse making his regular drop of supplies. "Yo, Custer, toss me that bag." Mouse then proceeds to make the run down of the drugs he has on hand. As Custer starts doing the math, a knock on the door draws everyone's attention. "Fez? Open up," You say as you look up to where you know the camera outside is. Fez swears he starts hearing his heart beat so loud it might jump out of his chest. "Who the fuck is that?" Mouse turns to glare at Fez as Ash walks up to open the door. "Yo, chill out. That's just my girl." Mouse seems to calm down a bit, but that does nothing to lessen how threatening he makes himself out to be right now.

You greet Ash with a smile as he opens the door, but it quickly disappears upon seeing the people in the room. Some bald guy with face tattoos smirks upon seeing you. You turn to look at Fez who was looking at you desperately. He swears he's never prayed before in his life, but now seems like a good time to start. "Uh I'll just go ahead and stay in your room," you give Fez an unsure look as you start walking past the other dealers, attempting to make your way down the hall. "Nah, pretty girl. Stay here. Don't mind us," Mouse stops you in your tracks. As much as you didn't want to, your refusal would've made the situation all the more tense, making violence a possibility.

You settle on the couch opposite Fez, trying to take up as little space possible so as not to draw any more unwanted attention. "So, this your little bitch?" Mouse crouches down beside the couch in front of you. "My name is Mouse. It's a pleasure to meet you." He takes your hand in his, kissing it before turning to look at your boyfriend as he pulls away. Fez wanted to shoot Mouse right then and there, but he held back. He knew if he pulled out his gun and started shit, he'd risk getting you hurt. You were looking at Fez with pleading eyes, so much fear in them. Mouse takes a seat next to you, and you tried your best not to cringe as the couch dipped with his weight. "You ever try Fentanyl?" he asks as he shifts closer. Mouse extends his hand to move your hair off your shoulder, and you feel him breathing down your neck. "Nah, she's good, bro." Mouse turns to glower at Fez who answered for you. The two of them now shooting silent threats as they glare at one another. The tension in the air thickens. It was then you notice the subtle movement of Fezco's hand as he reaches for something in between the couch cushions. You try your best not to visibly tremble at the scene.

Mouse doesn't like being threatened, but at the same time he reminded himself that business with Fez was good. If he were to pull a stunt now, he knew that would jeopardize that. Before things could've gotten worse, Custer finishes counting the money. "It's always a pleasure doing business with you," Mouse says as he stands up from the couch. He glances at you one more time before leaving out the door with Custer in tow.

Now, in his bedroom, you watch Fez change clothes, ignoring you as he does so. You awkwardly stand there as he takes his jacket off, leaving his shirt then changing into shorts. "I'm sorry." You try again to get a reaction from him, but he simply grabs his phone, and gets comfortable on the bed. You let out a frustrated sigh as Fez continues to scroll on his phone, acting like you weren't there. You let out a long exhale before taking your sweater and shoes off. From the corner of his eye, Fez watches you settle next to him, but you kept yourself at a distance. Upset or not, he wasn't getting rid of you that easily, and you're about to grab his attention.

Fez feels you shuffling before you move to straddle him. He looks up at you with an unclear expression as you look him straight in the eye from where you sat. "What are you-" Fez stops mid-sentence as you swiftly lean down to plant your lips on his, the action causing your hips to move a bit while on top of him. Fez drops his phone beside him, and wraps his hands around your waist, almost as if on instinct. You feel his hold tighten as you deepen the kiss while starting to roll your hips. Fez twitches beneath you as you grind on him, already turned on just by having you so close to him.

You pull away momentarily to kiss down his neck, sucking lightly on the skin below his ear. Fez shudders as you continue down to his collarbones. His grip on you loosens as you shift lower, positioning yourself in between his spread legs. You lift his shirt to kiss around his lower belly, and Fez lets out a shaky exhale at the feeling. You look up to see him already watching you as you skim around the waistband of his shorts before tugging them down. You trace the pad of your fingers on his crotch, around his cock. You watch as it gets bigger, looking painfully hard. Making eye contact with Fez again, you wrap your hand around his base. Fuck, he's thick. His fat cock barely fits in your palm, your thumb and the rest of your fingers not even close to meeting.

A moan leaves his throat as you start stroking him. Fez jerks his hips at you squeezing his cock as you brush your thumb over the swollen head. His breath quickens, and he moans your name making you pump faster. You couldn't help but smile at how Fez looked right now; eyes closed, fists balled on his sides. You spread his precum before hovering over his cock. You feel his eyes on you. Can't ignore me now, can ya, you thought to yourself. You stuck your tongue out to lick his tip. Fez groans above you, but he couldn't savor the feeling for long because before he knew it you'd swallowed him, hollowing your cheeks.

"Fuck, Y/N." His hands find the back of your head, lacing his fingers through your hair in a gentle hold. You draw your head back, slowly dragging him out of your mouth. You moan at the feeling of the vein on is cock against your tongue. You try to look up at him again, but his eyes are closed in bliss at the pleasure your warm wet mouth was giving. The wet sounds of your gagging as you take him deeper fill the room. Fez wills himself to look at you, your plump lips stretched around his cock as your throat bulges. "Baby, please." His addled mind not really knowing what he was begging for. You moan into him, and Fez couldn't help thrusting his hips.

With your hands twisting around the parts of him you couldn’t take down your throat, you suck harder, the sound of it echoing off the walls. Your hold on him gets tighter, moving your hand up and down faster this time. You then push as much of him down your throat. You feel his muscles tensing as his cock throbs inside you. "Shit... oh fuck," Fez grunts as he comes, hard. He releases into your mouth, and you attempt to swallow everything, but a few drops dribble on your chin. Fez struggles to catch his breath as he keeps your gaze. You use your thumb to gather his cum that spilled before sucking your finger into your mouth. Fez swears he would've cum again just watching you do that.

"C'mere." Fez gestures for you to lie down on his arm. You do just that, snuggling into his side as you wrap your arms around his torso. Fez leans down to kiss you as he rubs his thumb on your cheek. He pulls away to rest his forehead on yours, quietly staring at you before speaking. "Look, Y/N. I know you ain't bothered with what I do, but that don't mean I want you around that shit." For a split second you could see the worry in his eyes again as he thought back to what happened a few hours ago, how things could've escalated, and you wouldn't be in his arms right now. "I know. I'm really sorry. What I did was stupid." You hide your face in his neck, shying away from him. A couple of seconds in silence pass before Fez speaks up again. "I'd do anything to protect you," Fez confesses. "Can't lose you." You look up at him, his admission making a smile form on your lips. "You won't lose me," you promise him, and Fez smiles before leaning down to kiss you again.

#fezco #fezco x reader #fezco smut #fezco imagine #fezco fluff #fez imagine #fezco euphoria #euphoria imagines #euphoria #euphoria s2 #angus cloud

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kxkyuu · 2 years

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You're mine now, Private

Kirei: So, I had to split this is two, maybe three parts because of how long it is. But I hope you like it! This is a repost cause Tumblr is a bitch.

Summary: I decided to join the Marines in efforts to spite a certain blonde Gunnery Sergeant. Little did I know he'd taken an intense desire for me.

CW: Dom!Bakugou, Sub!F reader, Light Bondage, Blindfolds, Vibrators ,Shower Sex, Masturbation in Shower, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex (M & F receiving), Vaginal Sex, Sex Toys , Daddy Kink, Primal Play, Praise, Degradation, Counting, Usage of the nickname "Princess", creampie, cum eating

Word count: 6.7K

Tags: @cherrykamado @bakugosbratx @bvnnichuu @babe-im-bi @o3o-aya @mindlesschicca @awilddreamermain @elaineplayz @itsjustfics @leoncito1503 @whatelsecouldgowrong @animeguyswhore030208 @nappingwithyuuji @petalsrdead @cherrymangobanana @mikasavqx @mentalpink @anime-nymph @ovarysnake23 @cyancherub @maggiecc @massivetacos

Networks: @planetonet @shibuyawardnetwork @ofblckwriters @http-404-error-unknown

A/N: Happy Birthday to my love, Katsuki Bakugou!!

Art credits: my friend Rhaenys

Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia)

It was finally swim week. I’ve actually been dreading this week. I may be a Navy brat with Coast Guard brothers, but I can barely swim to save my own life. No matter how hard my dad and brother tried to teach me, I just could not get swimming down.

My mom often joked it was because I belonged in the sky like her. But I just think it was that I was just not a swimmer. I looked down at the large pool with slight fear in my eyes as I could feel every pound of the heavy gear we had to wear.

“Alright, you unmanly weaklings!” Kirishima barked out. “Today you will learn how to survive in the water!” He smiled, teeth gleaming sharply in the dimmed lighting of the pool house. This was his favorite week to train. Kiri loved being in the water more than anything.

“You will learn to tread water while in full on combat gear! You will also use issued equipment to stay afloat and shed your equipment while still in the water.” He held up a stopwatch, his smile still in place even as his red eyes shined with an evil glare. “Oh and you will only have fifteen minutes to do it all. If you cannot do it you will be dismissed from boot camp!”

Shock ran down my spine. Dismissed? Fuck. My. Life. I adjusted the heavy pack on my shoulders and repositioned my helmet. Fifteen minutes. I can stay afloat about twenty on my own.

So, I quickly calculated the extra weight and it came to about ten extra pounds on me. ‘I can do this.’I patiently waited in line, my eye catching a flash of blonde hair and my body instantly warmed.

He was watching me.

That gave me a slight confidence boost knowing that he was there.

I could not explain why I felt better with the thought that Bakugou was watching me. How did I go from not standing that man to wanting him to ravage me so badly it hurt? I drew in a calming breath when I locked eyes with him and he gave me that little smirk that has begun to grow on me.

When they called my name, I took another deep breath and jumped. The water was cold and instantly began trying to drag me to the bottom. I had to claw my way up to the surface and slowly began to kick my feet and wave my arms to tread the water.

“Oi, Dumbass. Catch!”

A long floatation device smacked me in the head as I was trading causing me to lose focus and I began to sink. Desperate to remain here in boot camp, I struggled back to the surface launching towards the floatation device.

Once I had it secured under one of my arms, I began shedding the heavy equipment down to just my military green t-shirt, camos, and boots. Quickly I swam over to the other edge of the large pool and pulled myself up out of the water.

“Time!” I heard Kirishima call out. “13:45!”

I beamed brightly. I did it. I fucking did it! I glanced over at Katsuki to see the tiniest of smirks on his face as his eyes gleamed. He was proud that I would be able to continue boot camp. I felt my racing heart finally ease into a normal pace as I grabbed the towel that Jirou had set out for me.

As I walked back to the door, I could hear the Drill Instructors yelling at a few other recruits who were taking up a lot of time just trying to tread water. I could only hope they weren’t part of my platoon. I did not feel like getting slayed today. I was exhausted.

But it was no such luck. Dabi was one of the recruits that was getting yelled at by the Drill Instructors so of course, our entire squad got slayed…in the fucking sand pit while we were still wet from the pool. Jirou and Kaminari kept us out in the sand pit for hours, calling out push ups, sit ups, burpees, high knees, every single type of plank and squats.

I was caked in dirt and grime by the time of it all it was over. I had sand in places I did not even want to describe. The sun had already set by the time Jirou and Kaminari let us go, so it was also freezing. Wrapping my arms around my wet body, I hurried to my barracks.

I let out a surprised yelp when someone caught me by the waist and quickly covered my mouth with their hand. While I wanted to flip the person over my shoulder, my body seemingly melted into their touch.

It was not until that familiar gruff voice rumbled in my ears, did I realize who had captured me. “Drill Instructor, sir, what are you doing?” I questioned, trying to pull away so that I would not dirty his pristine camo uniform.

Bakugou leaned over me, his hair tickling my forehead. “There will be a line for the showers at your barracks. Come on, Private.” He wrapped his large hand around my wrist and pulled me alongside him.

We moved in the opposite direction of my platoon’s barracks and closer to the Drill Instructors’ personal barracks. An area where us, Privates, are not allowed to go. “What are you waiting for, Dumbass? Get inside before someone sees you!”

I swallowed dryly as I stepped into Katsuki’s private quarters. Why was I here? I could have waited to shower or atleast scrubbed off some of the sand and grime off my body in the sink.

“Sir,” I said in a quiet, nervous voice, “Why am I here? I need to get back to my barracks before Drill Instructor Jirou notices.”

A feral smile spread over his lips as he stalked towards his prey. His eyes gleamed as he watched her take a step back every time he moved closer until she was pressed against the wall. “Private…” Katsuki growled out. “You know why you’re here. Don’t act like a dumbass.” He slammed his hands on either side of her head when he saw that she was contemplating her escape.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips to her dusty ones, not caring that he would taste the sand covering them. “You think you’re dirty now, recruit? Get in that shower and I’ll show you just how dirty I can make you.”

My eyes widened as I nodded my head, a sudden wave of nervousness washing over me. Was I really about to do this? Was I really prepared for this? That evil little voice in the back of my head was rejoicing and telling me to just indulge in my desires. Desires that only Katsuki Bakugou would quench.

With that confidence boost, I slowly began to peel off my wet, sand covered clothing as he watched with eager eyes. “Do you like what you see, Sir?” I taunted as I walked into the bathroom. “If you want it, just try and come and take it.” With those words floating through the air, I started up the shower and began rinsing away the sand and grime that coated my body.

Bakugou felt his lips spread even further at her taunting. Oh, he would enjoy breaking her and making her into a Princess meant just for him. He would fuck the attitude right out of that little recruit. But he will make her wait and anticipate him for a while.

Then he would pounce. Walking over to his bed, he opened the top draw of the bedside table and pulled something out. Another wicked smile curled at his lips as he set the items down on the bed. Oh, it was going to be a very long night for his little naughty Princess.

I was nearly finished with my shower and was just enjoying the warm water like I did when I was back at home. ‘Guess he was all talk, no bite.’ I laughed to myself as I allowed the water to run down my face as I scrubbed it with a towel.

I let out a small yelp when rough hands grabbed my waist and pushed me against the wall of the shower. Firm lips caught mine and a slick tongue found its way inside and wrapped around mine. That sweet hint of caramel flooded my taste buds and I moaned softly.

“Gunnery Sergeant…” I let out a whimper when those firm fingers of his twisted at one of my nipples while the other pinched my clit.

“Oh, no little dumbass, tonight I’m either just Sir or Daddy.” Bakugou slid his fingers hard against her already slick nerve. “Got it?” He smirked at her consenting nod. “That’s an obedient little dumbass.” Katsuki pressed his lips back against hers, trying to mark her as his.

His fingers found their way inside of her, the water from the shower making it easier. As he pumped two fingers in and out at a slow, almost maddening speed, he watched her face contort with pleasure. “You know what, I take that back. Cry out my name, baby. Moan it nice and loud for me.”

I shook my head, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing me turn into putty in his hands. I bit my lip hard to hold in my whimpers when he picked up the pace of his thick digits, sliding along my slick folds. He was going to break me. I could feel it.

But I was not going to go down without a fight. No, he wanted to hear me cry out his name, then he will have to work for it. I gasped when I felt his teeth and tongue on my neck, nibbling down to my pulse point. Fuck…. He found a weak spot. My legs began to quiver and threatened to give out.

Katsuki smirked against her flesh. “What’s the matter, Dumbass? Stand straight or can’t you handle a little teasing? Or maybe you want to be impaled on my fingers?” His teeth grazed over the junction where her neck and shoulder met and gained the same reaction from her again.

“Oh? Sensitive here, I see.” He trailed the hand that was not currently inside her to trace random patterns on her back. His nails scratched a line down to her lower back and his little recruit opened her mouth in a loud wailing moan. “Heh, looks like I found the ultimate spot here, Private.”

‘Fuck…’ The things he was doing to me should be illegal. The things he was making my body feel should not be right! I bit my lip again to stifle my cries when he inserted a third finger, stretching me out. I could feel his hard cock against my stomach but the maddening pleasure he was giving me had one of my hands clenched tightly at my side.

I drew the other to my lips to bite down on my knuckle after my lips were bruised from my abuse of them. It did not help that every time I could feel myself nearing completion, the cocky asshole would slow back down and start the build up again. “Sir, please…”

“Please what, Princess?” He lifted his head to look into her eyes. A smirk titled at his lips as he saw the lewd expression on her face. Eyes glazed over with lust, mouth open as she panted around her knuckle, face flushed with an adorable blush.

“Give me what I want to hear and I may be merciful and let you cum, little dumbass.” He shoved his fingers inside her dripping hole roughly, nearly picking her up off of her feet as she was forced to grab onto his forearms to keep from falling over. “Stand up straight, Private. That’s order.”

“Fuck! Katsuki!” I screamed out. The response was immediate. His fingers drilled in and out of me at an almost inhumane speed, hitting depths that my own could never reach. I was a sobbing mess as I pleaded for my release. “Katsuki, please. Let me cum!” I begged him as I held onto his forearms, the feeling in my legs finally giving out.

He pushed me against the wall and lifted one of my legs to wrap around his waist. I was so close I could taste it. “Shit, shit, shit…please?” I titled my head back against the wall of the shower and let out a lustful mewl of Bakugou’s name as I came hard on his fingers.

I felt dizzy as I leaned my head against his chest to try and catch my breath. I saw that the sleeve of tattoos that went up his arms, also covered his chest and down his abdomen. I blinked when his fingers were suddenly pressed against my lips.

‘Did he want me to…?’ Seeing the stern look in those carmine eyes of his, I knew he was serious. Parting my lips, my tongue slipped out and curled around his thick digits and licked my juices off them.

“Good girl.” Katsuki murmured as he picked up her other leg, “I’d rather taste you directly.” With just his arms, he lifted his little recruit up on his shoulders and buried his nose into her crotch. “You smell fucking delicious, Princess.” He wrapped her legs around his neck and held her hips down with his hands.

“Let’s see if you taste as good as you smell. What did you say to me before? Oh, right. Thank you for the fucking food.” Bakugou slid his tongue along her wet slit, grunting at the flavor of her.

A rush of liquid flooded my center as I tried to thrash around when I felt his tongue on me. It was too much too soon. I had just come and he was already doing more torturous pleasure to my body.

I was still sensitive. He curled his wet muscle around my clit while his lips sucked at my labia. “Oh god…” I cried out when he moved one of his hands off of my hips to spread my lower nethers further for his assault. I bit at my knuckles when his chuckles sent vibrations all through my body.

“God? Thanks for the compliment, Dumbass. But the name is Katsuki. That’s the one you should be screaming.” He glided his finger over the swollen nub and gave it a pinch as he stuck his tongue inside her quivering hole.

He was not going to stop until she was a sobbing mess underneath him. Right where she belonged. “Maybe I should spell my name down here? The only name you’ll ever cry out.” Katsuku growled against her sex.

My voice was starting to go hoarse from the overuse of it, but that did not stop him. I was starting to really believe that Bakugou was a sex demon sent from hell to tempt me. And it was working, I curled my fingers into his thick, wet blonde hair, pushing him closer to my core as his tongue worked wonders over me.

I could feel him spelling things out on my clit, but I was too dazed to figure them out. The pleasure was almost painful, so I did not know if I wanted to pull him even closer or try to shove his head away so I could breathe. That warmth in my lower belly grew hotter with each stroke. “F-fuck…Katsuki…please?”

Bakugou chuckled once more as he sucked on her clit. “Begging again, Private? I can’t understand you with the water running.”

I bit my lip. I did not want to give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg him to let me cum. But damn it, if he did not give me a release soon, I was going to go insane. But my pride.

When his teeth grazed over that sensitive little bundle of nerves, I broke. “Please, sir, let me cum!” I screamed when Katsuki bit down on my clit again and shoved two fingers inside my slick, quivering hole at the same time.

I felt drunk as I came hard, a flood of my juices coating his face. My breath came out in pants and my body was still twitching as he gave me little licks and nips, easing me down from my high.

He grinned as he lowered her back down onto her weak legs. He licked her lips, still tasting her before grabbing her chin and pulling her into for another wild kiss. “That was how I imagined hearing you saying my name, Dumbass.”

He watched her face go through a myriad of emotions before settling on bashful. ”Now,” Katsuki said, his voice stern. “Turn around, Private. Right fucking now. That’s a direct order.”

My eyes widened as I stared up at him. I had just come again. Could I not get a chance to rest? Plus the water was starting to get cold. But the look in his eyes said that he was not going to wait. If I did not turn around, he would make me.

“Aye, sir.” I saw as I showed him my ass, pressing my hands against the shower wall. I flinched when his hands slammed against the wall next to my head. “Sir?” I said shyly.

Katsuki leaned his head down on her shoulder, his hand stroking over his cock. “Listen Dumbass, count the inches and you better not fuck up.” He smirked as he rubbed the tip against her, circling around her tight little hole. “Or there will be hell to pay.” Slowly he pushed inside, a groan caught up in his throat.

“Fuck…” I cried out, Just as I imagined. The Gunny was large. Very large and thick. This felt very different than having him in my hand. The feeling was not the same. In my hand it felt like steel wrapped in velvety skin, but inside me? I could not describe the feeling.

“1..sir…” I began to count as he slid deeper within me, inch by painstaking inch. “2..sir…3…sir..” I let out a loud gasp when he purposely shoved it in deeper and pulled out. “Katsuki!”

“What was that, Dumbass? You messed up the count.” He pulled out completely and slapped the head of his cock against her ass cheeks. “Do it again. Right now, Private.” Bakugou growled against her neck, hands pulling at her waist as he sank back within the warm depths of clenching insides.

I could not think. My mind had gone blank at this point. The pleasure was driving me insane. And he wanted me to count?! I could not do that with how he keeps going in and out at such a pace I could not keep up.

Was it at eight inches or ten? Or was it twelve?

I could not remember. All I know that he was long and thick to the point it nearly hurt to take all of him inside. The tip of his cock was pressed so tightly against my cervix that my legs were shaking. I could not keep myself standing for long. I needed a break.

The back to back orgasms. The over stimulation of my senses. It was all too much. And with the water turning cold against my heated flesh, striking against my back was also doing things to me. “Ah, Katsuki, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Katsuki, the sadistic asshole he was, wrapped his hands tighter around her waist and pulled her down more. “Yes, you can Princess. Or are you really Marine material?”

He knew that would awaken her competitive, strong-willed side that attracted him to her. And it did. He felt her start to push back against his thrusts, her inner muscles clenching down on him. “F-fuck…heh…maybe you are Marine material.” He sped up his thrusting.

My legs were about to give out at this point but I was not going to let him win. I was going to make him go mad for me. Using my hands as leverage, I pushed back against him and squeezed down, trying to milk him of everything he had to over.

I enjoyed the feeling of him sliding in and out, rubbing against my walls, but this was a competition now. He was going to cum for me first. I was not going to cum anymore for him. “Oh shit…” I moaned when his fingers began sliding over my clit. ‘Fucking cheat…’

“Did you think you could beat me, Princess?” Bakugou licked the shell of her ear before nibbling on the lobe, working his digits over that cute little sensitive spot of hers. “I know all your weaknesses.” He trailed his teeth down to her neck, grazing the flesh roughly before biting down on her pulse point.

He could feel her legs trembling as she tried her best to keep up with his pace. He decided that maybe he should end her suffering. Dragging his nails down the small of her back and sucking at the bite mark he had created, Katsuki started thrusting even harder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” the curse left me as a mantra. Damn it. I was not going to last much longer. I could feel my walls fluttering around him as that itch for release burned in my belly. When he gave another sharp, hard thrust, I felt myself come undone.

My mouth hung open as my tongue fell out as I came. My chest was heaving heavily as I tried to catch my breath. That was such an intense orgasm that my arms and legs finally gave out and Katsuki had to wrap his arms around me to keep me from falling. “Oh hell…” I drew in several deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart.

Katsuki waited for her to catch her breath before he slowly slid in and drew a surprised gasp from her. He smirked down at her. “You really thought I was done with you? Oh no, Dumbass. I’ve only just begun.”

He pulled out completely and picked her up in his arms, ignoring her protests and demands for a rest. “You’re mine now, Private.” He walked out of the bathroom and tossed her on the bed.

I wanted to protest but I had no strength left in my arms and legs. My eyes widened when I saw Bakugou reach for something that was sitting next to me. “W-why do you have those?”

He smiled that feral smile I’ve grown used to seeing when we were alone and my heart began to beat even faster in my chest. Why did he have a blindfold? Not to mention a fucking vibrator! What did he plan on doing with that! “Bakugou, sir?”

He silenced her with another deep kiss, his tongue wrapping around hers. “Listen, Dumbass. You trust me?”

Did I? I mean did just let him have his complete and utter way with me in the shower? Slowly, I nodded my head, “Aye sir.” As soon as I said that my vision was stolen as Katsuki placed the blindfold over my eyes.

A sense of panic washed over me briefly until I felt soft touches running along my body and my skin felt alive. “Oh?” I cried out, unprepared for the rush of sensitivity that spread over me.

Katsuki trailed his fingers along his recruit’s body slowly, stirring her back up in a state of arousal. He brought his hand up to her face, caressing her cheek before moving to her lips.

His cock twitched at the thought of having those pretty little lips wrapped around him, to feel her warm, wet mouth sucking him dry. “Fuck…” He cursed as he grabbed the back of her head and guided her down. “Open your mouth, Princess.”

I flared my nostrils, taking in his manly scent as I did as I was told. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. He filled my mouth and stretched my lips to the fullest extent. I took in as much as I could without choking, but he touched the back of my throat.

So I wrapped my hands around whatever was left out. I bobbed my head up and down on his lap, working my tongue over him. The sweet taste of his precum flooded my senses and I could not help but moan at the flavor. I heard him groan in pleasure and I so desperately wanted to see his face contorted in ecstasy, so I silently cursed the blindfold around my eyes.

Her tongue felt so amazing on him. His head fell back and his hands came up to run fingers through her hair, wrapping it around. Bakugou guided her down further on his cock, wanting more of her lips around him.

While he was careful to not choke her ‘Too much.’ He needed more. “Use your tongue more, Dumbass.” He grunted out when she took his command and ran her tongue over the underside of of cock.

With each drag down my throat, I worked my tongue over the sensitive head, licking up any liquid that may have collected at the slit. Fuck, he tasted so good. Shaking his hands off of my head, I said, “You’re holding me back, sir.”

With renewed freedom, I placed my hands around the base of his dick and licked at the tip with the tip of my tongue, drawing small circles around him. I could hear him moan out and that only spurred me on as a rush of liquid dripped down my thighs. Gods, he sounded so sexy. “Keep your hands off of my head.”

Katsuki curled his fingers into the sheets of the bed, letting her take control. Watching her head go up and down on his cock, seeing it slip in and out of that pretty little mouth of hers was mesmerizing. He would let her have control for now, but…

Bakugou reached for the vibrating wand and turned it on. If she noticed the buzzing, she paid it no mind. He bit back a smug laugh when she jumped as the wand glided over her back, sending tingles down her spine.

He moved the vibrating wand over the curve of her ass until he reached that dripping hole of hers. He pressed it against her and felt her moan deeply against his cock, the vibrations of it causing him to tremble and let out a groan.

His hips began to move as he slid more of him down that pretty throat of her as he kept the vibe in place on her sex. She moaned again, her body beginning to spam when he placed the device on her throbbing clit. “That’s it, Princess. Let’s cum together.” He commanded as he felt his balls tighten in preparation for his release.

I swallowed him down my throat, working my hands over the parts I could not fit. Drool was leaking out of my mouth and my jaw was starting to ache, but I was not going to stop. I wanted to taste more of his seed, fresh from the source this time.

I sped up my sucking, hollowing out my cheeks and working my tongue over him. Slowly, to not scare him, I brought my hand up and cupped his balls, rolling them around between my fingers. That seemed to be his undoing as I felt him swell in my mouth before a rush of hot liquid struck my tongue.

That same sweet, yet slightly salty taste filled my mouth and I moaned at the feeling.

Bakugou’s hips gave soft little jerks as he felt his release come to stop. His lips curled into that trademark feral grin as he turned the wand up to the maximum settings. He watched as her body twitched beautifully as her head swung backward with her mouth still full of his cum.

“Don’t swallow yet, little recruit.” He grabbed her and pulled her back against his chest, the toy pressed so tightly against her clit. “I want you to come undone first.” Katsuki bent his head and bit down on her neck, soothing it with his tongue right after.

Her moans were like music to his ears and he wanted to hear more. Using his free hand, he scratched a long line down her back.

I let out a muffled moan as I started to cum against the intensity of the vibrator and from Katsuki running his nails down the length of my spine to my lower back. Hot liquid ran down my thighs as I tried to cry out the Gunny’s name.

I swallowed when he gave me the order before he pressed his lips against mine in a sweet, gentle kiss. I crawled into his lap when he pulled the wand away and pulled at my arms, cuddling against his chest as he pressed soft kisses to my forehead. “Katsuki…” I said his name in the softest of whispers. “C-can I take the blindfold off now?”

His eyes widened for a second before his lips spread into a grin. “Not yet, Private.” Even as he was just holding her against him, he could feel his cock twitch back to life. Bakugou took her hand and placed it on him.

He laughed at the confused expression on her face as she bit her bottom lip. “You ready for round three?” Katsuki took hold of her leg, placing one over his shoulder and giving it a long, wet lick.

I bit my lip in anticipation for the first thrust of his hard cock sliding inside my weeping sex. I still let out a surprised gasp when Bakugou probed at my entrance with his fingers, spreading me with his thumbs. “Katsuki…I…I need it.” I could sense the smile that was more than likely spreading over his lips.

He had won.

I was a pleading mess under him. I wanted him so badly that it hurt. I did not care if my body was still tingling from the multiple orgasms. I wanted more from Katsuki. To feel his long, thick cock filling me. “Please, Daddy.”

Katsuki licked his lips. He’d finally gotten her right where he wanted her. His Princess was where she belonged. A dripping wet, begging little dumbass that was only his. “That’s a good little naughty Princess.” He leaned down and gave her ear a nibble as he aligned his cock with her honeyed entrance.

”You’re mine now, Dumbass.” With those words, he sheathed himself inside in one smooth glide. His hands tightened on her thighs, feeling them tremble.

Bakugou knew that she would not last long but he couldn’t help but to torment her a little. He gave slow, shallow thrusts meant to drive her up the wall with desire as he kissed all over her body.

I could feel my legs shaking as Katsuki moved slowly within me. I could feel each and every inch as he took his time. The pace he was going was damn near maddening. While I liked that he was taking his time and tending to my sore and tender body with wet kisses and slow thrusts, I wanted him to take me fast and hard like in the shower.

My body was thriving with pleasure, but my clit was throbbing, aching because my body wanted release. I was damn near in tears behind the blindfold. “Daddy…I need to cum. Make me cum!”

“Hmm?” He hummed in between kisses. “What did you say, little recruit?” He slid his tongue over her collarbone down to her chest and closed his lips over a taut nipple. She mewled so beautifully for him when he did that, her back arching off of the bed.

Katsuki decided that he wanted to see her eyes as she came for the final time due to his cock. Reaching for the blindfold, he ripped it off of her eyes and at the same moment, sped up his thrust.

He heard her strangled cry and saw the way her eyes crossed and her tongue out as the pleasure drove her mad. ”Look at me, Princess. Fucking look at me. That’s an order.”

I tried to focus my eyes on Katsuki as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled him in closer and he met my seeking lips in a wild, sloppy kiss, wrapping his tongue with mine. My breasts jiggled from his deep, powerful strokes and I broke away to gasp out.

The tip of him was pressed so tightly against my cervix, striking the sensitive spots deep within me repeatedly. I felt that telltale itching warmth in my lower belly. I lifted my head to gaze into his bright vermillion colored eyes like he had ordered me to.

Katsuki grunted as he stared down into her eyes. Fuck, she was so beautiful with sweat glistening on her body, tears in her eyes from the intense pleasure. “Fuck, Private…” He could feel her inner muscles fluttering around him, trying to milk him of all that he had.

Bakugo cursed as he took hold of her legs and pushed them towards her chest, ankles by her head. He began thrusting in and out, satisfied with the new position that allowed him a deeper penetration. Leaning over her, he moved his hips, drilling into her at a fast hard pace as he felt his balls tighten up with the pending threat of release. “Princess…” he growled out.

“Fuck, Daddy, Oh, shit Katsuki…” I screamed out as he held down my legs by my ankles. The new position let him reach even deeper parts of me and I could feel my walls spasm around his cock. I opened my mouth and let out a soul shattering mewl as a rush of honeyed liquid left me and dripped down the sides of my legs to pool underneath me. I placed my hands against his tattooed chest, my whole body trembling. “K-Katsuki…”

“Keep moaning my name, baby.” He kept thrusting for a few more strokes until he locked his hips in place. His warm seed flooded her tight cunt as he left out a deep groan. He fell against her, his forehead touching hers. Katsuki pressed gentle kisses to her lips as he slowly eased out.

He then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest. “Sleep, Dumbass. I’ll wake you at 0200 so you can leave in time for formation.” He knew that he had to have her back before 0400 or Jirou would have his head for having someone from her platoon late.

I looked up at him, cuddling against him for warmth as he pulled the blankets over us. I smiled when he stroked his fingers along the side of my cheek and down my neck.

He was being unusually tender and I enjoyed it. This was a side of Katsuki that only I would get to see and I felt a sense of happiness fill my heart.

“And to retaliate, you’re mine too, Suki.”

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srirachvbi · 4 years

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Sakusa and Ushijima taking care of their kids headcanons !

request: Can I request Sakusa and Ushijima taking care of their baby when their mom!s/o isn’t here ?

a/n: yesss omi and toshi taking care of their kids when they’re babies aslfjkd i love this. tysm for the requests !! i’m really happy to be writing again since i took a break for a bit after school ended!! warnings: manga spoilers, panicking and confused fathers lol

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

why we going so fUCKING FAST DAMN WOAHHHHH

He had the week off from practices and anything else because they had just finished off the season

You, sadly, did not get the same luxury of having a whole week off because even tho your husband made enough money, you still wanted and needed a job

So you had to go to work and your guys’ nanny had called and been like “yo im sick as fuck” and Omi went “ahaha don’t come near us <3″

It was too last minute to hire another nanny, but he’s perfectly capable of taking care of your guys’ two month old child... right?

Wrong

It had been a few hours since you had left for work and he was having some weird staring contest with Hitoshi

Omi knew that Toshi was going to use his diaper soon enough and he just... he was in fear

After sitting there for a few minutes, he started stress cleaning and ended up gearing up to change Toshi’s diaper

Omi: *is literally performing rituals to make sure he doesn’t get anything on him*

Hitoshi: 👁👄👁 pls clean my asscheeks i pooped <3

LMAOOO the second Omi smells the wonderful stench, he almost walks out of the house

Actually he starts to until Toshi starts sobbing and he just

“👁👄👁 they ask you how you’re doing and you have to say that you’re fine--”

He’s wearing like an N95 mask, silicone gloves, goggles, boots (he doesn’t want to get anything on his feet if he drops it but he also struggled because who tf wears shoes in the house)

Apparently him now

Disgrace

Toshi’s still crying and Sakusa’s really about to as well LMAO

He finally gains the courage to try and change the diaper and he begins

Even with the mask on, he can still smell the shit and he’s really about to curl up and die

Slowly he peels the dirty diaper off and internally cries as he brings it towards the trash can and realizes he just

didn’t grab another diaper

So Hitoshi’s still sobbing and Sakusa’s running across your guys’ apartment in search for the diaper box

He finds them after like three minutes and is sweating hard

Omi walks over to Hitoshi again and he’s still sniffling after crying nd he feels bad

Like yeah he hates cleaning up shit but that’s his poor son :(

So he cleans everything up and puts a new diaper on

The rest of the day actually goes pretty well unlike the half an hour where he lost probably ten years of his life

You end up coming home around 7pm and walk in on Omi cleaning the table which had food splattered everywhere

He looks so stressed and your guys’ son is just laughing so loud

You end up laughing with Hitoshi and Omi’s like “i think we need a divorce <3″

He’s actually about to cry because you’re finally home to help him with Toshi

“Never leave again” “👁👄👁 that sounds a little creepy, Yoomi”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

You were actually hanging out with your high school friends and he offered to take care of Riko instead of you dropping her off at your parents’ house

He’ s a good dad!! it’s just... he’s a bit clueless sometimes and babies cry a lot

So there are moments where you’re not sure if he should be by himself with her

dw he’s gotten better since you guys first had her-- he no longer stares at Riko and asks her why she’s crying for five minutes

Anyways

He’s honestly kind of concerned that he’s not the most skilled father

Like, he’s used to being the best so why does he struggle with being a dad?

This;ll be an opportunity for him to learn !!

You actually left before Riko woke up again so he was just sitting in your guys’ shared room waiting for her to make noise

You guys have a baby monitor and he stares at it sometimes

The poor machine is super intimidated

When she starts crying, he literally sprints towards her nursery (it’s quite a sight) and accidentally opens the door with too must strength, which leads to it hitting the wall

Cue Riko crying even louder

He’s standing there like

👁👄👁

It takes a few seconds before he’s apologizing to her LMAO

“Ah. I’m sorry.” *crying gets louder*

He picks her up carefully and looks her dead in the eyes, making her stop crying

They’re staring at each other now

SHhhh they’re communicating

“I’ll give you food.”

She was actually hungry

You’ve seen him do this-- yeah, you’re not sure how he does it either

So he brings her to the kitchen and she’s pulling on his hair

He do be used to it tho 👀

It takes him like ten minutes to find the milk formula thing because every second he tried to put Riko down, she’d cry

So he adjusted and has her literally in the PALM OF HIS HAND

It takes a longer than necessary to read it because he started reading the ingredients and all of the information on the back

Pls Ushijima...

He throws that bitch (not literally) into the microwave and heats the milk up for her

Meanwhile she’s started to chew on his hands and he’s so confused

“Why are you chewing on my hand? It is not food, Riko.” *CHOMP*

When her milks done, he struggles to figure out how to hold her but it’s okay, it works out in the end

The rest of the day is full of the same confusion and by the time you come home, you see him reading the ads in Riko’s childrens book to her and she’s passed out

“Waka-chan, you don’t have to read the ads” “But she enjoys them.”

...

Fair enough

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soulwillower · 3 years

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troublemaker II • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

requested: IMA NEED A PART TWO OF TROUBLEMAKER + also R U GONNA MAKE TROUBLEMAKER P2 I NEED A PART WHERE THEY FALL IN LURVVVVV + holy shit ainslee troublemaker was amazing can you please please do another please + will you ever do a part two to trouble maker? i fucking loved it + heyyyy so if ur requests do ever open again u should make one where it’s a part two of troublemaker but the reader is the dominant one this time 😳 + IMFG IM GONNA NEED A PART TWO OF THAT FIC MISS + hey ainslee queen I hope you’re doing good I know I am since that fat Cheeto is finally gone lmaoo anyways but I just had this moment in my head since I read your new Richie fic (which I loved): enemies to lovers but it’s sub!richie instead 😉💜💜💜 + yooooo your fics are sooooooo gooooood. and troublemaker kinda deserves a second part with richie teasing the reader at dinner

this was highly requested so here!! part 2 of troublemaker!

part one here

warnings: unprotected sex, pool sex, brief mentions of being caught, sub richie, a bit of switch richie for a hot sec, choking, a bit of praise, dirty talking, french richie!! also a slap (reader slaps richie), i think thats it but this is rly unedited.

translations: (**DISCLAIMER I AM NOT A NATIVE FRENCH SPEAKER I AM TRYING MY BEST**)

“tu vas me tuer“ - you will kill me

“dit ‘merci’“ - say thank you

“merde” - shit

“oh, mais tu l'as toujours aimée, non?” - oh, but you’ve always liked her, no?

[characters are 18+.]

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the next day was just odd.

you're not sure what you expected - it's not like a momentary weakness on both your sides could have unraveled the years of disdain and hate that you've sewn for each other.

so, somewhere in your sex-muddled mind, while you’d been staring at the marks left on you in the mirror, imagining his pale skin against your own, the lasting sting to your hips and the soreness to your throat; you’d almost forgotten how miserable richie was to be around.

but then you were all at lunch the next day. sitting at the large family table, next to your parents, across from richie and his own parents. and he started dragging his foot over your leg, teasing lightly and making you flush in heat, your eyes meeting and sending thrills through your body.

you don't think anything of it when richie accidentally drops his fork on the floor under him and then excuses himself to crawl under the table like a five year old looking for a crayon, in fact, you just roll your eyes at his stupidity and continue to talk to richie's mom, who sits a few feet away from you at the spacious table.

a jolt runs through your body when a hand gently caresses your inner thigh, and your breath becomes hitched in your throat, momentarily losing your voice. you look down quickly, to find the mischievous eyes you've spent too much time thinking of the last twelve hours staring at you from under the table, head between your spread legs, mere inches from the apex of your thighs.

you feel your cheeks heat up as you stutter to answer maggie's question about your hobbies, suddenly hyper-aware that when you'd come in from the ocean you'd left your legs and swimsuit bottom uncovered with only a shirt on your chest.

a quick kiss is pressed to your clothed clit and you jump back a bit. “y/n, are you okay?” your mother asks, and you kick blindly under the table in shock. a thump sounds under the table and richie yelps, “aie!”

you cough, “sorry, just-” “-y/n kicked me!” richie calls, the scrape of the fork on the floor making you roll your eyes. fucking idiot.

“play nice, y/n.” your mom chides. you shake your head, going back to telling maggie about your afterschool endeavors.

"-oh, one of richie's friends does that, too." went adds, perking up. you smile, cheeks flushed as richie returns to his chair, fork in hand and a huge smirk on his lips. you glare at him, flashing him the finger. he just raises his brow, puckering his lips slightly and dropping a wink.

"oh, that's right! richie, what's her name? my, she is very sweet." maggie adds, taking another bite of salad. richie's eyes meet yours through the top of his bottle of corona lite, as he takes a swig then wipes his lips, smug smirk making you burn in irritation. wentworth laughs, "yeah, she was sweet until you both showed up with hickies everywhere. i swear, there wasn't a single inch of clear skin."

maggie throws cauliflower at wentworth as she mutters, "went! knock it off." richie just chuckles, shaking his head. "c'mon, pops. shit happens." he defends. his dad, egged on by his son, laughs, "yeah, no kidding. i think every single girl you've ever had over has left with at least ten hickies. you could at least buy them dinner."

"hey, at least he has a job," your mom adds, and you squeeze your eyes shut, expecting something bad to follow. "- that way you don't have to be the ones buying him his twenty pack condoms every month." they all laugh.

“say, y/n may be the only girl your age we know that hasn’t fallen in love with you.” his dad jests, making everyone laugh. “-yet,” your dad adds, and you glare at him. you shrug, “it’s not really hard at all.” you say. richie scoffs, “you sure, toots?” he asks with a grin.

“believe me, you’re not my type.” you spit. richie laughs, “right, you like a good gentleman, right? someone who will say ‘you’re welcome’ when you say thank you?”

you freeze slightly at his words, heat pooling between your legs as you remember the night before. the way he made you say thank you. but his boldness to bring it up in front of your family has you rolling your eyes. “i think i like someone who will do what i say.” you respond.

his mom laughs, “that’s not a big deal, richie’s all talk, but he’s a nice boy at heart. he needs someone who’ll boss him around.” she winks at you. you turn to richie, in turn raising your eyebrows cockily. he stares back at you.

“oh, richie’s too busy with those other girls for me, anyways. i have my own troublemakers to worry about.”

“okay.” richie starts, “i won’t waste my time on you, then. i got plenty of fish in the sea at home.” he says with a wink, and you turn red. why are you still so jealous?

maggie hums, “oh, mais tu l'as toujours aimée, non?” her tone is teasing, and whatever it is she said makes went laugh, richie’s face going pink. “shush, maman, you just want y/n to marry me so i don’t go through five divorces.”

everyone laughs.

your eyes are wide, face full of heat as you stare at your food. the toziers and your family both have always been open about sexuality, and generally really close and so you're used to teasing like this from your parents and them, but you can't get over how jealous you feel.

so richie has mind-blowing sex with everyone? you glare at your own cauliflower.

"i'm going swimming." you say abruptly, pushing back and glaring at richie, tossing your finished plate in the dishwasher before exiting quickly, rushing to the pool on the side of the house.

you're not in the pool for even two minutes before richie's footsteps echo down the side of the house.

you hide your glare as you look at your body in the water before meeting his eyes, "what can i do for you, tozier?"

he gives you a smirk, "someone's pissy today." he mutters as he slides into the pool, sitting on the bench under the water on the edge of the shallow end. you glare at him. "what was that shit you just pulled?" you snap.

he looks at you innocently, "what? i did nothing. it was our parents. you're just fucking sensitive." you roll your eyes, heaving a sigh. when you look at him again, his eyes are trained on the skin of your chest exposed by your swim suit, and you glare.

“what? you like what you see, asshole?” you ask, snapping your fingers so he looks up at your eyes. he smirks, “yeah, i do. can't stop thinking about all the ways i could make you scream. if only you weren’t such a bitch.”

your jaw drops and you wade in the pool towards him. “says you. you couldn’t fucking handle me, tozier. you’re too much of a coward.” you spit. he just smiles. “right, again, i'd like to remind you how many times you begged me and thanked me last night."

“i hate you so much.” you say, mustering the best glare you can. he raises his eyebrows. “oh, really? is that why you stormed out here?” he says. he tilts his head, "i thought it was because you were just aching so bad for me that you couldn't wait.

you raise your brows, "fuck you. you were hard the minute i came in for lunch." you tease, toying with the strap of your bathing suit. richie's jaw clenches, but he shakes his head, "as if you weren't begging me to fuck you not twelve hours ago?" he counters, but his voice wavers slightly as you move toward him in the water, slowly sliding to straddle his lap, hands falling to his bare chest.

"you're unbelievable." you counter, grinding your hips on his and relishing in the pleasure that courses through you. "i know how bad you need me." you whisper, kissing his earlobe before biting the skin of his neck below it. he hisses.

he's kissing you seconds later, hands pawing at you under the water. he tastes like lime and a bit like the beer he'd had at the beach and again at lunch.

you drag your hand slowly under the waistband of his swim trunks and grasp the base of his cock, squeezing as you start to twist your wrist. he lets out a short moan, his head falling back against the edge of the pool. fuck, he’s so fucking hot like this. you pull him back in for a kiss before looking at him, stopping your motions with your hand. he moves his thumb to trace idle circles over your clit, and you bite back a moan as you watch him.

“what, are you waiting for instructions?" he asks with a cocky smirk. you glare at him hotly.

then you're sinking onto him swiftly, making you gasp in pleasure and discomfort. he’s so fucking big, but you bite your lip so he doesn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you like this. but then he's the one a moaning and whimpering mess, because you're adjusting and still and he's restless. you feel him inside you, full completely with his cock, him at your mercy, and it makes you smirk.

"beg for it, richie." you say.

his eyes widen, cheeks pink. his mouth opens and closes several times, but you're patient. “tu vas me tuer,” he mutters to himself, and you roll your eyes. “i don’t speak french.” you snap, tugging his hair.

"please move. wanna feel you around me, please." he rushes out, groaning as he begs.

you smile mockingly and rise, sinking down onto him again. "was that so hard?" you ask. you gasp, hands clutching the edge of the pool on either side of richie, the feeling of his cock stretching you making you whimper in bliss. he moans your name and it sounds melodic to your ears, his eyes shutting and head rolling back.

you grab his jaw, though, and mutter, “look at me when i’m riding you, richie.” your voice is sweet and smooth and nothing like the words that fall from your mouth, and you feel him twitch inside you. it makes you grin. he moans, “merde.”

you move on him, thrusting yourself up and down on him as the water moves around you, adrenaline coursing through you at the thought of getting caught. it makes you grin as you pepper kisses up and down the column of his throat. "god, y/n, please, feels so good." he whispers, hands gripping your hips. your stomach swirls, still responding to the praise though you're the one in control.

you find a new angle and bite your lip to keep from screaming at the feeling and see richie biting his own bruised lips, his face flushed and chest heaving. his hands are digging into your hips harshly and if you weren’t in so much pleasure, you might laugh at how desperate he looks for you. he’s hitting deep inside you and you feel full, moaning as you bounce up and down.

“fuck, y/n/n… please, please.” he whimpers, his hands running over your hair and your shoulders, lips feathering over the column of your neck as you bounce yourself on him. you moan into his skin, kissing softly under his ear.

"what do you say?" you whisper into his ear, tugging on his lobe. he lets out a low moan that has you clenching around him in arousal. he rolls his eyes and doesn't respond, so you tug his curls back and he hisses lightly, "i don’t know what you mean." he mutters, cheeks bright red. it makes you smirk, stomach curling with the need for sweet revenge. yes, he knows, but you play along.

“dit ‘merci,’ pretty boy.” you whisper into his ear, using the only french phrase you can remember that you may or may not have looked up earlier today. but no matter, his reaction is priceless.

goose bumps raise on his neck and arms and he groans lightly, muttering, “merci, ma belle.”

you lean back, hips slowing, and you can tell it's torturous for him because his hands tighten on your hips, a small whine escaping his throat. "what was that, richie?" you ask, slowly grinding your hips and letting him hit that perfect spot inside you, making you close your eyes in ecstasy. "say it louder, i couldn't quite hear you. want everyone to know how easily i make you melt."

"sh-shut up." he mutters instead, his hips starting to snap up into you. you're suddenly shocked by his switch in demeanor, you can tell he's trying to take control; you nearly laugh, and you would if it didn't feel so euphoric. he's smirking as he holds you, fucking up into you and making you clench your fists into his hair, struggling for dominance. "so easy for you to think you're in control," he mutters, "i could tell you were jealous. you only want this cock for yourself, isn't that right?"

you flush warm at his words but you just glare, filled with anger so you surge forward, hand wrapping around his throat. his eyes go wide and a moan escapes his throat lowly, his hips stuttering. you hum in mock empathy, squeezing your hand lightly as you pepper kisses up his jaw. you start to bounce on his cock again, feeling so close to your orgasm that you have to contain your moans.

"god, you're so hot when you stop talking." you whisper, hand wrapping around his throat, repeating the words he’d said to you yesterday. his adam's apple bobs as he swallows and stares up at you, a new kind of fire lighting in his eyes as he looks up at you, cheeks reddening as he lets out a light moan. "did you think of me again last night? when you were going to bed?" you ask gently, cupping his jaw as you move on him.

he pants, nodding lightly with his bruised lip caught under his teeth. "did you think of fucking me, in the ocean? in the pool? in the kitchen? or did you imagine me swallowing your cock under the table during dinner?" you whisper to him, his adam's apple bobbing again, freckles popping out against his reddened cheeks.

you tut, "richie, did you try to make me jealous today? that's a little embarrassing."

"it worked, didn't it?" he mutters through a clenched jaw, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. you glare at him, hand raising and slapping his cheek lightly. his eyes shoot open as the left cheek fills with a light pink color, a smirk on his face that sends another wave of arousal over you. it's almost a reflex it seems as richie's own hand shoots out of the water, wrapping around your own throat.

you stare at each other as you continue to move on him, his hand on your throat and yours on his own, his cheek skin red from where you'd just slapped him. "that's a yes, doll." he mutters, still smirking.

then you're moving your hips in a way that hits your g-spot, momentarily losing your grip on his neck as the pleasure makes your eyes roll back. his hand falls from your throat and rests on your hips, tugging you closer to him with need.

richie’s torso falls back so he’s leaning against the pool wall, his eyes not leaving yours, desperation etched onto his face. you lean to press your hands against his chest, changing the angle again. “fuck.” he mutters and you moan, your legs burning but the pleasure flowing through your body.

he all but growls, his head falls back with a groan of pleasure, his hands raising to your hips and fucking up into you, eyes scrunched.

"y/n, i'm close, please." he mutters. you moan lightly, "me too baby." you hiss back, his hand thumbing your clit and making you clench around his cock with arousal, legs shaking and toes curling as you fuck down onto him.

his hips are stuttering and he’s whimpering, thumb rubbing against your clit. you moan at the feeling, whispering praise into richie’s ear, making him snap his hips quicker.

you hit your high quickly and it makes your body shake, your legs stuttering as you still yourself on him, moaning into his neck.

you start to move again, allowing richie to chase his high as he whimpers into your lips, gripping your thighs tight. "please, please." he's groaning and then his hips are stuttering and he’s moaning your name, cumming as he kisses you.

you feel him fill you up and you sigh in pleasure, feeling shaky but more than satisfied. his hands fall from your hips to wipe at his hot, red face. you run your hands through his salty mess of curls, swallowing. "sorry i hit you." you say genuinely, even though you know he liked it. he chuckles, hands wrapping around your waist.

"you should know that i liked it. i know you did too."

you can only chuckle lightly, face warm as you bury it in the crook of his neck, still too sensitive for either of you to move yet. he continues after a beat.

"i may hate you, y/n, but god damn if our sex isn't the best i've ever had." he says it in an exhausted voice, eyes closed as your skin sticks to his own, but you laugh a bit tiredly, pressing a kiss to his collarbone and comfortable in the feeling of him still deep inside you. it’s obvious that the feeling in your chest when he speaks those words is pride.

"then we need to make the most of this vacation, i guess." you say, eyes fluttering.

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whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst · 3 years

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Texts from the Lost Tomb, part 5.2

Also yes this is a 5 part story arc, why do you ask, no I’m not “avoiding real life work”

Main Chat

Wang Pangzi: YOU KNOW THERE ARE THOSE WHO WOULD COMPLAIN ABOUT BEING DRAGGED OUT OF BED AT AN UNGODLY HOUR FOR THE SAKE OF SOME JEWELRY AND FORCED INTO AN ADVENTURE

Wu Xie: And we are just so grateful you are above all that.

Zhang Qiling: You were fully awake and insisted we pack and go as soon as possible in case there was, and I quote, “more weird shit happening we can cash in on.”

Wu Xie: I mean it’s kind of interesting that the Zhang family sent a car for us. We could have driven. So what is going on there, I wonder?

Wang Pangzi: YOU KNOW FOR A PARANOID AND CONNIVING LITTLE SHIT YOU STILL RADIATE OBLIVIOUS BAMBI ENERGY

HATE TO BE THE ADMIRAL ACKBAR HERE BUT ITS DEF A TRAP MY BOY

WHY DO U THINK WE ARE MESSAGING AND NOT TALKING DUMMY

WERE YOU IN A TOMB ON THE DAY THEY TAUGHT PPL STRANGER DANGER

BUT NO NO YOU WERE ALL “LETS GET IN THE VAN WITH THE FREE CANDY AND PUPPIES I BET WE’RE GOING TO THE CIRCUS”

THIS IS THE LAST STRAW IM LOJACKING YOU FOR REAL THIS TIME, SHOULDVE DONE THIS YEARS AGO

Zhang Qiling: I agree, in this particular case, with Pangzi. You should not have gotten in their vehicle while we were still inside the house. It forced us to follow you into the van to prevent separation, and they seemed to be expecting that. I don’t know whether Zhang Rishan intended this, but I don’t trust him.

Wu Xie: :( I got excited and didn’t think it through. I’m sorry.

Wang Pangzi: DONT YOU GIVE US THE BIG EYES WE ARE IMMUNE

MOSTLY

SPEAKING OF IMMUNE ITS REALLY FUCKIN COLD IN HERE AND UR STILL SICK, PUT YOUR JACKET ON STUPID

Wu Xie: oh relax, I’m fine. No fever at all today, remember? I feel a lot better, too.

Wang Pangzi: YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE BUT TO HAVE XIAO GE INTERVENE

Zhang Qiling: It is odd to say this, but Pangzi is right again. You are barely back on your feet and could easily get worse again. Wu Xie. Jacket. Now.

Wu Xie: Oh fine. Teaming up on me, I see. Happy now?

Wang Pangzi: FUCKING ECSTATIC. NOW BACK TO HOW WE MAY BE PULLING A LI CU

Wu Xie: If it is an abduction, it wouldn’t be them moving against the whole Wu family—not with Uncle Erbai in charge. Zhang Rishan strikes me as someone who doesn’t make a move unless he is sure of his plan, and this is all a bit last-minute to be a big shift. Besides, they let Xiao Ge keep his sword and we still have all our phones.

Wang Pangzi: TOOK AWAY MY EXPLOSIVES THO THE BASTARDS

Zhang Qiling: In fairness, you were waving them around and yelling that if they tried anything it was going to be “yippeekiyay motherfucker all up in this bitch.”

Wang Pangzi: IT SOUNDS LESS COOL COMING FROM YOU. I THINK I SEE THE TEAHOUSE?

Wu Xie: me too. That’s Zhang Rishan on the steps. This must be urgent. Everybody stay shiny.

Zhang Qiling: I will be getting out first. Wu Xie in the middle, Pangzi at the rear.

Wang Pangzi: AND WHAT A VIEW;)

An hour later…

Main Chat

Wu Xie: Is everyone okay? I tried knocking but nothing is getting through, these are some solid walls.

Wu Xie: guys???

Wang Pangzi: OOPS PHONE WAS ON SILENT AND I WAS BUSY YELLING AT THE CEILING

IM PRESENT AND PISSED OFF

Zhang Qiling: Apologies, I was trying to break down the door.

Wang Pangzi: SO THIS MAY NOT BE THE TIME TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO BUT WHILE WE’RE HERE

Wu Xie: fuck Pangzi, I know, okay??

I’m an idiot, I’m so fucking stupid. It’s not like it’s the first or fiftieth time I’ve put you two in danger, either.

Wang Pangzi: HEY HEY WHOA NOW

STOP SAYING RUDE SHIT ABOUT MY FRIEND

ITS GONNA BE OKAY

DESPITE KNOWING THIS WAS A BAD IDEA I STILL COULDNT PREDICT HOW MUCH CHAOTIC LUCK THIS FAMILY HAS

DAMN IT I HATE WHEN HEI XIAZI IS RIGHT ABOUT THINGS

Zhang Qiling: I’m sorry. This is my fault. My line has a ruthlessly pragmatic streak and they’ve clearly wanted to test us separately to see why the necklace reacted to our arrival like that. It does not excuse Zhang Rishan trapping us in these separate rooms.

Wang Pangzi: UHH BITCH I SAID THIS FAMILY NOT YOUR FAMILY

THIS AINT ABOUT THEM

YOUR FAMILY IS ON MY SHIT LIST EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY

THIS FAMILY MEANT US OBVS

UGH ANY SIGN OF THE BASTARDS?

Zhang Qiling: no. Wu Xie?

Zhang Qiling: Wu Xie, answer me.

Wang Pangzi: WU XIE

TIANZHEN

PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE DAMNIT YOU'RE SCARING XIAOGE

Zhang Qiling: I’m going to try breaking down the door again.

Wu Xie: Hello, Wang Pangzi and Zhang Qiling. My apologies for the rather inhospitable circumstances, but this seemed expedient considering the unknown qualities of the necklace. I could not be sure who was causing what, or what could happen next, and thus have temporarily set you in separate rooms for the sake of everyone’s safety.

Wang Pangzi: WTF GIVE HIM BACK HIS FUCKIN PHONE ZHANG RISHAN I KNOW ITS YOU YOU PRETENTIOUS ANTIQUE

WE DESTROYED THIS PLACE BEFORE AND WE CAN DO IT AGAIN

Zhang Qiling: Your concerns for everyone’s safety are noted. Thank you for whatever you believe you’ve done right here.

Now. If you release us immediately and return Wu Xie to us, we will consider leaving without direct personal retribution.

Wang Pangzi: WHAT HE SAID AND ALSO YOU SUCK

Wu Xie: I regret that this has happened, I hope to make it up to you in the future. For the purpose of today’s needs, however—I will have my men escort the two of you out if you so desire, but unfortunately Wu Xie will need to stay until we have finished examining him.

Wang Pangzi: EXAMINING??? YOU FUCKING PERV HANDS OFF HE MAY BE THE BELLE OF THE BALL BUT HIS DANCE CARD IS SPOKEN FOR

I SWEAR I DID NOT GO THROUGH TEN YEARS OF THIS STARCROSSED CLUSTERFUCK FOR YOU TO SWOOP IN AND STEAL MY FRIENDS BF

Wu Xie: There is no call for rudeness. He will not be harmed. The artifact was responding to him directly. It has not lit up like this in over 200 years, and I need to understand why it is responding, and responding to someone who is not our kin, which it has never done before. This could have implications for everyone in my family if it could protect someone at the right moment.

Wang Pangzi: OKAY BUT CONSIDERING OUR TRACK RECORD IN THIS BUILDING AND THE SITUATION AT HAND Y’ALL ARE ABOUT TO NEED PROTECTION

Wu Xie: The testing would be going better if Wu Xie wasn’t worrying himself unnecessarily over where you both are, it’s making our readings difficult.

Wang Pangzi: OH GEE SO SORRY YOUR KIDNAPPING VICTIMS ARENT THRILLED TO BE HERE TO SAMPLE YOUR CREEPY JEWELRY BOX BUT THAT SOUNDS LIKE A YOU PROBLEM

Zhang Qiling: Zhang Rishan. I appreciate that you must think of our family first in your decisions. As must I. I hope you can appreciate what that means for decisions I make.

Wang Pangzi: HEHEHE SO TRUE BESTIE

YOU PISSED OFF THE WRONG GOTH TODAY BUDDY BOY

Zhang Qiling: A compromise: we stay with him as you run your tests. That will calm him and assuage Pangzi’s concerns and prevent me from…testing the limits of your lifespan.

Wu Xie: I accept that this may temporarily impact our relations, but am hopeful that you will come to understand that sometimes I need to make certain choices for this family that are…difficult. I will come to let you—One moment. Something seems to be happening.

Babysitters Club Chat

Wang Pangzi: OH SO WE ARE GONNA JUST POLITELY SIT WITH WU XIE AS STRANGERS POKE HIM WITH NEEDLES ARE WE HUH WELL LOOK WHOS BEING A HELPFUL LITTLE LAB ASSISTANT

Zhang Qiling: I’m attempting to convince him to let us out. Of course we will not simply sit there. Some lying to gain trust is necessary here.

Wang Pangzi: UR BEIN A SHADY BITCH XIAOGE AND ITS HOT

THATS WHY YOUR TATTOO IS SO BIG ITS FULL OF SECRETS

ALWAYS KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU TO—WAIT WHAT WAS THAT SOUND??

At the same time…

Bonnie and Clyde Chat

Xie Yuchen: …so, this is not what I expected to find.

Hei Yangjing: yeah kiddo is a bit freaked out:/ this sucks. I mean I get that they are concerned blah blah blah necklace goes brightbright but maybe we should go find the other two

or at least find a way to let Wu Xie know we are here, that room he’s in looks like a dungeon and not in a good way

Xie Yuchen: Does it look like I’m able to do anything right now? Also, I’m fairly certain they won’t be harmed. Zhang Rishan may be callous, but he isn’t stupid.

Hei Yangjing: r u kidding

he split up Romeo and Juliet, then left Romeo with a sword—seems pretty stupid to me

Xie Yuchen: Yeah I’m not going near that. He made his bed with that choice. What can you see? These Neanderthal guards are blocking my view.

Hei Yangjing: uh so there’s like a lab table situation

Wu Xie isn’t tied up, a good sign in this context

I can’t see what those people are holding, they’re talking a lot and some asshole just grabbed Wu Xie’s arm, looks like maybe they are putting in an IV?

The necklace is—oh. Oh shit.

#whomst #ultimate note #wu xie #dmbj #the lost tomb #pingxie #iron triangle #dmemebj

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loversclwb · 4 years

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request: Okay okay so what about Jacob Barber having the worst day ( maybe because Ben and Derek were jerks to him ) so he calls his gf when he gets home and asks her to come over and cuddle. When she hears his sad tone, she rushes over there and he’s like “ can you hold me for a while “ and how can she say no to that? So she lets him rest on her and plays with his hair until they both fall asleep ( bonus if Andy finds them like that ) thank youuu 💘

warnings: homophobic slurs, physical violence

authors note: i love this so much 🥺 i love writing cuddle fics you have no idea! im sorry this took so long to deliver :( also, i’m apart of the lgbtq+ community :) i would never use any slur that didn’t belong to me.

jacob dropped his bag onto the floor of his room. he ran his hand over his face, sighing heavily as he rubbed his tired eyes.

today wasn’t very good. in fact, it wad the opposite of good. and it was all bens fault, like usual.

“sup, faggot” ben sneered. he laughed cruelly as he slapped jacob up the back of the head, jacob dropping his books to cradle it.

“hows your girlfriend going?” the rifkin boy asked. jacob hesitated, why the hell was he asking about you? “she’s been good, i guess” jacob mumbled lowly, “why do you care?”

ben smirked, ignoring the end of jacobs sentence “oh really? thats great. i was actually hoping i could talk to you about her. yeah, was hoping you’d let me tap that tonight. been wanting to for awhile, but i thought i’d be polite and ask first.”

jacob clenched his eyes shut. he was trying to get the memory out of his head, bens a fucking bitch, no doubt, and he was nothing more than that. jacob wouldn’t let someone so pathetic bother him.

“e-excuse me?” jacob turned to face ben. originally, he had his back turned to ben so he couldn’t see his discomfort, but he didn’t care right now.

“you heard me” ben laughed, “so can i? she’d definitely say yes, i’ve seen her all around school with you. hanging off of you like some dumb slut, but thats what she is right?”

jacob’s face screwed up, “fuck off, dickhead!” he yelled.

bens face fell to a more serious expression. “what did you say to me?”

“i said, fuck o-!” jacob was stopped mid sentence from ben’s fist colliding with his face. he stumbled back, tripping over his feet and falling to the ground.

“who fucking said you could speak to me that way?” ben shouted before he kicked jacob in the stomach.

when he didn’t get an answer, he crouched down to jacobs level “learn some fucking respect” he spat at him.

jacob frowned. he rubbed his stomach, there was a purple bruise in the middle where ben had hit him. it wasn’t really sore, more an achy type of pain.

luckily for him, bens punch didn’t leave a mark, so he didn’t have anything to hide.

he bent down and grabbed his bag. he winced, the pain of his sore torso being crumpled kicking it.

jacob pulled out his phone. if anyone could make him feel better, it’d be you.

he went into his contacts, pressed ‘y/n 💘’ and waited for you to pick up.

ring, ring, ri-

“heyy” he could practically hear your smile through the phone. “hey baby” he tiredly smiled.

“how are you? do you need something?” you questioned him. “can you come over please?” he asked, “i need you.”

butterflies filled in your stomach and a blush covered your cheeks. “of course i can, how could i say no to you?”

jacob chuckled from the other end of the line “get here soon please, i need cuddles.”

“okay, i’m leaving now. i’ll see you in ten minutes!” you grabbed your house key from your desk. it had your house keys, a charm or two and a key to jacob’s house. andy had given it to you a few months ago incase of emergencies.

“i love you” jacob hummed. “i love you too” you whispered back, “i’ll see you soon.”

its a ten minute walk from your house to jacobs, so you got there the usual time later. you pushed the front door open and walked up the staircase to jacobs room.

when you opened the door, jacob was laying on his bed in comfy clothes. t-shirt and sweats.

when jacob heard the door opening, he shot up off of the bed to hug you. his arms wrapped around your middle, nuzzling his face into your neck. you immediately hugged him back, your arms slung around his neck.

you pulled away and cupped his cheeks in your hands. “hey, are you okay?” you pressed a quick kiss to his lips before he could answer.

jacob gave you a tired smile “just ben being a dick, but i’m better now that you’re here.” “you’re so cheesy, shut up” you laughed.

“can we cuddle?” jacob pouted.

you nodded, kicking your shoes off and following him back to the bed.

jacob wrapped himself around you, clinging onto you like a child. his head buried back in your neck, arms around your waist again.

your hands combed through his hair and jacob sighed in content. he loved when you played with his hair, it made him feel as peace.

“i’m sorry you had a bad day” you mumbled, pressing kisses onto the crown of his head.

jacob hummed in response. his fingers had pushed your shirt up slightly and were caressing the skin of your hips.

“it’s okay, thank you for coming over” he replied. “i’m tired” jacob yawned after his sentence, proving his point.

“go to sleep, baby. you had a long day” you said.

jacob nodded into your neck, “goodnight, babe.” “goodnight jake” you smiled.

it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep while you ran your fingers through his hair, finger nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

you fell asleep soon after. the two of you were still clinging together, napping at 5:37 when andy came home.

“hey kiddo!” andy greeted, walking into jacobs room. his smile fell when he saw the two of you, but it returned almost immediately after.

“this is too cute” andy mumbled, pulling his phone out to take a photo.

“dad?” jacob groaned. andy yelped in surprise, running out of the room and down the stairs.

“dad!”

#jacob barber #andy barber #defending jacob #jacob barber x reader #jacob barber x reader smut #jaeden martell #jaeden martell x reader #jaeden lieberher #jaeden lieberher x reader #bill denbrough x reader #jacob thrombey x reader #request

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flamehairedwritings · 3 years

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hi! could you do some hcs about hopper and his gf going to a fancy event and him being all handsy?

I’m so sorry this has taken so long!! Thank you so much for requesting this, I hope you’re doing okay!

NSFW below the cut!

Hopper hates going out.

Actually, hate is a strong word.

He hates going somewhere he doesn’t know. He doesn’t like going out. If he could, he’d hole up in his trailer until the end of time with beer, his record player, crime novels and a TV.

That was before he met you. When he did... well, he kind of started to like going out, as long as it was with you. In your first few months of dating, you went to the cinema, to restaurants, to shops, to his favourite bar, over to his colleagues’ houses for BBQs and dinners and he found that maybe, slightly, a little bit, sometimes, he enjoyed himself. As long as you were back at his or yours by midnight.

‘oKaY CiNdErElLa’ you are oft to say as he pulls his jacket on and eyes up the door.

The Hawkins City Hall Gala is an event that happens every year, once a year to celebrate the bravest and best of Hawkins, with some citizens invited who are honoured, and officials and those from the police, hospital and fire department also in attendance. It sounds fancy? It isn’t. As much as Mayor Kline likes to put on a show, get all those invited dressed up to the nines and free champagne going, it’s just an adult version of a school awards assembly.

Hopper has to go. Has to. When he once tried to decline, Kline sent a huge gift basket to his trailer and to the Station every day until he called and said ‘ACTUALLY YES I WILL COME’.

Usually he goes with his work buddies and they bring their wives or girlfriends and they’ll hang around in a corner drinking and eating until the awards ceremony starts and then they’ll all sit together at the back bored out of their minds.

You’ve been dating for nearly six months when it comes round to it, and he invites you, in the way that Hopper would invite.

‘It’s just a shitty little ego parade thing for Kline, some people are good there, they deserve the awards sometimes, but more often than not it’s just some kids and old people gettin’ ‘em for living a long time or doing the most paper rounds or some shit like that, but the food’s good and the drinks are free ‘cause Kline wants everyone to have a good time and it finishes at about 11 and then there’s the after-party which is usually shitty, too, so we can just come home or go to a bar with the guys and their girls or just come home, I don’t mind.’

‘... So do you want me to come.’

‘Yeah. If you’re not busy or have anything better to do ‘cause really it is so shitty─’

‘I’ll come.’

‘You sure? It’s really shitty, it’s just the worst─’

‘Stop, I’m coming.’ you will be

On the night, you’ll be dressed up to the nines like everyone else, wearing your favourite outfit, which also happens to be Hop’s favourite outfit on you, but he likes anything on you so it doesn’t exactly count, and he’s in a suit, one hand in his pocket, the other holding yours.

After being greeted by Kline and his wife on the steps, the Mayor’s constant grin verging on maniacal, Hop’ll make a beeline for the nearest drinks and you’ll just have caught up with him when he’s heading to a corner, his colleagues already there with their partners. They’ll have hoarded some food and beer and champagne bottles already and you’ll resign yourself to the not so terrible idea of just hanging out here all night.

Hop’s hand will settle on your lower back and a conversation with start up about the food or the drink or Kline, in hushed tones, and that’ll be it.

Except you start to feel Hopper’s hand drifting down a little.

And then a lot.

Your back is to the wall, so no one can see, but you’re very much hoping no one notices your slightly widening eyes, your lips parting then quickly closing, and the hitching in your breath.

Hopper, on the other hand, is cool as a cucumber, nodding and carrying out a conversation with Powell without missing a beat. His hand is now fully cupping your ass, fingers splaying and gently caressing. You have to fight very hard to stop your back from arching.

You bastard...

What is it about him and his touch that has you turned on in seconds?

His fingers drift lower, sliding in until they’re near your covered pussy, and damn him...

Your attention is drawn away, momentarily, by someone standing at the other end of the room calling for everyone’s attention. As the preliminary speeches start, your little group quietens, but Hopper’s hand doesn’t move.

It slides even closer, his fingers caressing in slow, light circles.

You have to fight so hard to keep your breathing even, your hands clasped tightly in front of you.

Hopper shifts his stance slightly, his head leaning down, and he murmurs into your ear so only you can hear;

‘I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you.’

Oh, fuck.

Clearing your throat, you smile politely at your group and excuse yourself quietly, saying you need to use the restroom. Hopper’s hand slides off your ass, but not before his fingers give a slight squeeze.

Message received.

You have to ask one of the staff where the restroom even is, hoping your slightly flushed and faintly jittery attitude will just be interpreted as confusion and a desperate need to go.

She points towards a grand staircase and tells you to go right before it. You do, your heart pounding with anticipation.

God, this place is fancy.

Hopper mutters all the time about how Kline has poured the majority of the town’s money into this place, and, hell, next time he mutters you’re going to join him.

There are three doors, all having a gold ‘W/C’ on them. You open the furthest one at the end of the corridor and step in, quickly closing the door behind you and leaving it unlocked before you survey the room. It’s very fancy.

Gold everywhere. Gold everything.

You pull a slight face at trying to take it all in, the slightly dim lighting shining off of it all.

Then, the door opens behind you.

Turning, you watch Hopper step in, your breath catching in your throat. His eyes are on you, darker, focused. Closing the door, he doesn’t even blink as he locks it.

‘Are you?’ he asks in a low, gravelled tone.

Your three seconds of silence are just to tease him.

‘Yes.’

He closes the distance between you in two seconds.

Hands cupping your face, he captures your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss, long fingers spreading across the sides of your neck. You return it instantly, hands gripping at the back of his suit jacket to both steady yourself and keep him against you.

He’ll take you hard against the counter, your hands having to grip the sink as he thrusts into you from behind, hands tight on your hips.

‘Look at me...’ he’ll growl, and you’ll lift your gaze, meeting his in the reflection of the gilded mirror as moans tumble from your lips. ‘... Yeah... Look at me while I fuck you, sweetheart... while my cock’s deep inside you... I want you to look at me while I feel you cum...’

No one will notice that it takes you both ten minutes to return, and that you’re still trying to catch your breath, and his shirt is rumpled, tie now knotted too tightly.

It’ll only take a few moments for his hand to return to your ass, and a smile will pull at your lips, his last words to you lingering in your mind.

‘Oh, you just wait until we’re home, sweetheart...’

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krappykawa · 4 years

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I read your s/o who likes to read hcs and was wondering if you could do the same request format or whatever it is you'd call it but with terishima,akaashi, iwa, Oikawa,and Daichi? Sorry if that's a lot! -anon

with a s/o that likes to read (part 2)

— iwaizumi, oikawa, terushima, daichi, and akaashi

word count. 1.4k

genre. fluff

note. i made these ones shorter than the ones in part two because anon requested a lot of characters and i didn’t wanna run out of headcanons to write,,, i hope you still like this though!

part one here

IWAIZUMI.

- will read the books that you’re reading just because he likes the feeling of being able to bond with you over something you love since you’re so supportive of him already (literally the perfect man. perfect bf. give me a kiss rn RN!!)

- maybe not all of them, but if you get him hooked on the description, then he will probably finish the book faster than you

- if he doesn’t like a book very much he’ll take ages to finish it though

- if you ask him about how he’s doing with reading it he’ll be like “oh i’m almost done” when in reality he’s only 20 pages in

- he’ll send you texts about the books you recommend but they’ll be super blunt like “this character just died” or “oh they kissed”

- you sit at your phone for 20 minutes debating on how to respond to those because HOW??

- he loves cuddles,,,, would literally die for cuddles

- so when you climb into his lap with a book in hand and bury your head in his neck as you read his heart literally malfunctions

- his cute s/o with their reading obsession that he secretly finds so endearing climbing into his lap for cuddle time,,,,,, his heart goes &2:$84!;��💖💘💖💓💖💞/):&38,

- iwaizumi.exe has stopped working

- but he’s also not afraid to pull you into his lap if he sees you reading on the couch

- he’ll probably put on a monster movie and just hold you as you read and he watches

- probably also buried his nose in your hair and revels in your scent (also kisses your head every so often because he can’t help it and AHHHH HES SO CUTE)

- when you start sending him messages about your books, he will attempt to respond to every single text or he will just wait until you’re done and text back with “u done?” (not in a mean way though) there’s no inbetween

- he’s smiling every time you send him those texts though

- aoba johsai’s volleyball team (ESPECIALLY OIKAWA) teases him mercilessly if they ever catch him smiling at his phone in the locker room or during class or during lunch (basically u text him a lot lol)

- sometimes when you slam your book shut and scream into your pillow, he will just watch you with amused eyes and probably make an offhand comment that’s similar to “remember to breathe while you’re at it.”

- you end up throwing the pillow at him (which he catches and then proceeds to walk to where you are and swing you over his shoulder)

- get your mind out of the gutter on the “over his shoulder” part i swear he’s just teasing you for throwing a pillow at him (I CAN FEEL YOUR MIND WANDERING STOP IT)

OIKAWA.

- he makes an effort to read your books, really he does

- he’s just really busy, so most of the books he promises he will read stay only half way read through and never picked up ever again

- if you give him a sci-fi book though, this man will literally finish it at an insane pace

- literally he would be the one to text you at some ungodly hour (usually 3AM in the morning) because he just finished the book in one sitting and he’s literally brimming with reactions

- will text things like “WHAT THE FUCK HE JUST DIED”, “YN SEND HELP I THINK THEY’RE ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING STUPID”, “OH MY GODDDD I HATE THIS BITCH CAN THEY STOP TALKING” (always in all caps whenever he’s reacting to a book)

- you better pray that he doesn’t end up hating a character because he will text you every single time they show up on a page and complain about them

- “this character reminds me of ushijima why would you put me through this 🤕🤕”

- or “THEYRE TALKING AGAIN?? WHEN WILL THEY GET THE MEMO THAT I WANT THEM TO . ST F U ‼️😻”

- anyways, if it’s not sci-fi, it’s probably sitting on his nightstand and never touched again until you steal the book back

- CLAIMS he tried reading them (he got 2 pages in and then put it down)

- he is also a huge cuddler

- but you will not be able to read in his lap because he’s so fucking whiny

- “y/n-channn pay attention to meeee. you can read about that insanely hot dude in your book when you’re not already sitting in an insanely hot dude’s lap”

- big pouty face

- it works every single time and you hate him for it

- once you put your book down he will not let you go for a good ten minutes

- he also has tons of pictures of you reading on his phone because he thinks you’re so cute and feels like he has to snap a picture so he can remember how cute you looked at that very moment

- a lot like iwaizumi, oikawa will attempt to reply to every single one of your book related texts (except oikawa succeeds at replying to every single one)

- like you could literally send him fifty text messages in a row and you will get fifty replies back

TERUSHIMA.

- i am so sorry to say this but i genuinely cannot see terushima being interested in your books whatsoever

- he thinks that it’s boring and always questions how you can just sit down for hours on end and just read

- this changes when you give him one of those insane, mind-boggling, really dark, murder-mystery books

- he’ll scoff at it but after a lot of begging on your part, he’ll give it a try

- he loves it

- he told you that he never got bored and that feeling like that while reading a book is so weird to him

- that is the only book you’ll ever get him to read though (okay maybe he’ll read a few more if you beg him for it with that cute pouty face of yours that he cannot resist)

- like he’ll treat that murder mystery book as a holy grail and insist that nothing will ever top it

- i’m sorry again but he probably texts you “what u doing rn?” and if you say something about reading he’ll try to get you to do literally anything else (most likely will send a horny text to try and steal you away from your reading, let’s be honest here)

- “come over baby you can experience all that you’re reading in that book first hand 😏😏😏”

- if you send him text reactions of your book he will most likely reply with “awe babe ur so cute” but not say anything about the books in itself (IM SORRY HE’S NOT MEAN ABOUT IT THOUGH)

- cuddling with him while reading will never happen

- seriously

- he will do everything in his power to get you to put the book down

- like start peppering you with kisses or tickling you

- he just can’t stand sitting down in silence for so long lol

- he doesn’t put you down for reading though

- like yeah he might not understand it and thinks it’s boring, but he admires that you care so much about it and also admires your commitment

DAICHI.

- admires you for reading honestly

- like i feel like he’s the type to get really good grades but will not look at a book that he hasn’t been assigned to read for his life

- that being said, he probably has never read any of the books you ask him to read with you

- he’s told you he’s read one or two which is a lie (you know it’s a lie but you don’t tell him that because you know he feels bad about not reading them)

- he isn’t on his phone often so most of the time your texts don’t get answered for hours

- it’s kinda fun that way though because after a while you just start sending him long text threads and it’s like talking to yourself

- when he does respond it’s with something like “you look like you had fun there” (after that he’ll apologize for not seeing it and then ask if you had anything else about the book that you wanted to tell him about AWEHISHFNF)

- very good listener!! he’ll try and have a genuine conversation about the book even if he hasn’t read it (like if you want to talk about how you think the plot doesn’t work, he will either support you or give you valid reasons that sparks constructive conversation)

- will absolutely never see the texts you send at 1AM (until the morning) because he always passes out before 11PM

- will see them in the morning and will text back “well good morning to me”

- he has absolutely no clue what you’re talking about in the texts but tries his hardest to be supportive

- cuddling while you’re reading happens nearly every single time you’re together

- is very stressed from dealing with his volleyball children so he’ll more than happily sit on the couch and cuddle with you as you read

- sometimes he falls asleep while you cuddle and you just snuggle into him and it’s so cute

AKAASHI.

- THIS LITTLE SHIT

- man oh man he loves acting like a smart ass whenever you text him about your books

- you’ll be like “my favorite character just died!!” and he’ll be like “well tell them to not die then wtf”

- will stay up late texting you about your book though because he’s most likely reading it with you so you two can bounce ideas off of each other

- if you like a character that he hates he will not hesitate to start a debate about why you shouldn’t like that character (full one page of reasons. this man takes his opinions very seriously)

- if you’re together at his house or something and you start yelling at your book he’ll be like “y/n don’t hurt its feelings.”

- you momentarily pause your yelling to deadpan him

- he stares right back

- “just be nice.” (you’re like BWAH???)

- HE ALSO YELLS AT HIS BOOKS THOUGH

- it’s uncommon but it does happen

- if you’re both reading or you’re doing homework and he’s reading, he’ll slam the book shut and yell about how stupid this character is (and when i mean yell, i mean yell)

- and if he doesn’t like the ending of something he will rant for days and you’ll have to remind him to take a breath

- he gets so hyped up from reading books it’s so cute

- will read with you when you cuddle read (does that make sense??? like when you cuddle with him while reading)

- will mumble things under his breath while you’re both reading but you’re on his lap so you can hear everything and you just laugh

- one time he mumbled “stupid bitch just fucking die already” to this character he hated

- you had to put down the book because you were laughing so hard

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brelione · 4 years

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Rafe Dating A Pogue

You worked for his dad,meaning that he had seen you around plenty of times

You pretty much ignored him everytime he tried to talk to you

He had managed to get you to listen to him for two minutes

He tried to fit everything he wanted to say in those two minutes,trying really hard to charm you

“Im not your bitch Rafe.”You rolled your eyes,walking away.He was too stoned to walk fast,instead shouting to you. “Is there any chance I could be your bitch?”He shouted.

He tried really hard to stay away from the pogues,thinking that if he didnt mess with your friends maybe it would make his chances better

The next time he approached you was when you were carrying shit from the docks and onto Ward’s boat

“So how are you doing today,beautiful?”He asked,leaning against the boat.You rolled your eyes,walking past him. “Go fuck some rich bitch,Cameron.”You snapped at him.

He tried working on himself as a person,trying to figure out what you didnt like about him

He went up to Kiara as she was on a walk,struggling to keep up

“So like,did you tell (Y/N) shit about me?”He asked.She turned,looking up at him. “What?”She asked.He sighed. “Why does she hate me so much?”He asked.Kiara scoffed. “Oh as if you didnt beat the shit out of JJ and Pope.Go fuck yourself.”She took a short cut down a hill.He cupped his hands over his mouth. “Can you not tell her about this?”He shouted.

He set alarms in his phone for when you were supposed to come around so he could make his hair look nice and wear more simple shirts

He basically just tried not to look stuck up

He sat inside the boat,waiting for you

You walked in,groaning when you saw him. “Jesus-what the fuck do you want?”You asked.He bit his lip,smiling and sitting up properly. “Um...you look pretty today.”He blushed.You leaned against the wall,raising an eyebrow. “Today?As in I looked hideous the last time you saw me but today I got lucky?”You asked.He gulped,shaking his head. “No,no,You look pretty all the time but like you also look pretty today and I thought you should know that you look pretty today.”He stammered.You let out a low,emotionless laugh. “I know.”You answered.

It took him eight months of not getting into fights and complimenting you every time he saw you to finally get your number

Well,you took his number and he waited for hours to get a text.

You texted him at 11:53 pm calling him an asshat

He got you to go on a date with him to a coffee shop,also bringing you a necklace with a turtle on it because he heard you say that it was your favorite animal once

“I got you this.”He held out his hand,showing you the necklace.You raised your eyebrows,looking between him and the necklace. “Why?”You asked.He shrugged. “Just because.”He answered.

He had waited for you to make a move,not wanting to mess things up

You kissed him after he had driven you back to your house after your fourth date

You had simply reached over,cupped his face and pecked his lips before grabbing your bag and hopping out of his car and into your house without another word

You really liked his bathroom and would just sit in the empty bath tub when you went over sometimes

He’d knock at the door,worried. “Hey,you okay?Its been twenty minutes.”He opened the door,seeing you laying in the tub.You turned red from embarrassment,sitting up. “I like your bath.”You told him.

So he turned on the water and took a bath with you

He accidentally called someone a “Filthy Pogue” in front of you

“Im a pogue,Rafe.” “No,no I dont see you as a pogue.” “Then you dont see me,Rafe!Im a fucking Pogue and you cant change that.”

You hadnt talk to him for three days after that until he bought you a cat to make up for it

“I know that you dont support turtles being sold in pet stores because they’re mistreated so I went to the shelter and got you a half deaf cat.”He told you,lifting up the large ginger cat.You sighed,yawning. “You got me a half deaf cat?”You asked.He nodded,still holding the cat out to you.

He would come over to your house with cat food and cat toys because he knew that you couldnt afford it

He took you to the golf course,trying to teach you

“You really do this all the time?This shit is boring as hell.” “Is it really?What would you rather do?”

That lead you to try teaching him how to surf

“How do you find this fun?I keep almost drowning!”He exclaimed,holding onto his board tightly.You laughed,shaking your head. “You’re such a fucking kook,babe.”

He never tried to get you to change your style,understanding that it was pretty much your culture and way of life

“Is it true that kooks wipe their asses with ten dollar bills?” “No.” “Is it true that you guys are all part of the illuminati?” “No.”

You really loved his pool

“You know whats cool about pools?” “Hmm?” “I dont get sand up my ass.”

You had to call him once cause you got lost in his house

Ward had gotten used to you,a pogue,dating one of his kids so John.B and Sarah werent insane to think about

Speaking of Sarah her and Wheezie liked you a lot

Wheezie had a lot of questions about the cut and being a pogue,asking about why you all wore bracelets

Rafe’s style had changed since he met you,now keeping one of your bracelets and one of your bandanas around his wrist as all times

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kaunis-sielu · 3 years

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Take the Money: 14

TW: abusive language, name calling, violence

You’d gotten comfortable, too comfortable and now you were in trouble.

Steve had been called away, one of the tenants in another of his buildings had some sort of dispute with one of the neighbors that required his attention, you’d assured him that you were going to be fine and that you’d stay inside. He’d pressed a searing kiss to your lips and then high tailed it out of the house.

Less than ten minutes later the power had cut. For a second it didn’t register, then you’d seen the neighbors across the street and their house was lit up like normal. The sky was clear, your stomach had dropped and you’d dialed Steve’s number before you’d even registered what you’d done but when you heard the noise behind you you’d set the phone down on the counter, screen down.

“Hi baby.” A low voice says, “I’ve missed you.”

“Brock.” Your voice shakes slightly even with you willing it not to. He’d always liked it when you were scared.

“I told you I’d find you.” He growls as you turn toward him, he’s standing in the back doorway, you’re not sure how he got into the house but right now you just need to stay out of his reach and stay in the house until Steve gets back.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to take you home.”

“I am home.” You tell him taking a small step backwards as he moves closer.

“The fuck you are! I told you that you were mine! You come home with me now!” He roars, stalking toward you.

You turn and bolt away from him, you don’t know exactly where you’re going but you can’t let him get a hand on you. You go for the garage, if you can get out of the house maybe you can get to Bucky’s down the street. You yank open the door but you’re not fast enough, Brock grabs you by the back of the shirt and throws you to the ground.

“You little bitch!” He snarls stalking back toward you, “you’re coming home with me.”

“No.” You say quietly as he stands over you,

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” He asks before kicking you in the ribs.

“No!” You cry again receiving a blow to your ribs.

“Fucking the criminal has made you a brave little slut hasn’t it?” He sneers reaching down and grabbing your arm. You claw at his hand with your free one to try and get him to let go but after a blow to your face he just continues to drag you across the floor. “Knock it off!” He roars dragging you toward the door but you don’t stop fighting him. You grab onto the doorframe trying to cling to it when Brock bends down and wrenches your hand from the doorframe. He’s got both of your hands now as he drags you across the floor.

“Let go! Let go!” You shriek and he glares down at you.

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” He roars as he pulls open the door and starts down the first of the two steps. He drags you down both and it takes everything in you not to cry out in pain as you hit each step.

The loud crack startles you, Brock suddenly drops your arms and yells out in pain. He reaches for you again but before he gets the chance he’s yanked away from you. You curl up into a small ball, tears streaming down your face but from what you hear someone is beating the shit out of Brock.

“I want you to know, the only reason I’m not going to kill you is because I think it’d be too merciful.” Steve growls, “Buck, take care of the gunshot and call the police.”

“On it.”

“Saint, Sweetheart. Are you hurt?”

“Ribs, he kicked me in the ribs.” You whisper eye squeezed tightly shut.

“Do you want me to carry you or do you want to walk?”

“I want to watch.”

“What?”

“I want to watch him get dragged out of here and put in the back of a police car and go to jail.”

“Okay.” He slowly helps you to your feet, gently checks your face where Brock had hit you then stands behind you so you can lean on him while Bucky talks on the phone to 9-1-1. Brock glares at you from where he’s bound and gagged on the ground. There’s a piece off gauze wrapped around his shoulder and it clicks then that the crack you’d heard was a gunshot.

“Cops are on their way. Where’s your gun?” Bucky asks looking over at you and Steve.

“Hood of the car.” Steve says and sure enough on the hood of his car in the driveway sits a gun. Bucky goes over and unloads it then puts it back on the hood then makes his way back to where Brock is sitting.

“Can’t believe you’re letting this fucker live.” He says glowering down at Brock.

“If he even thinks funny about my girl again I’ll kill him.” Steve says, “we’ve also got some good friends in prison I can’t wait for him to meet.” You play with the cuff of Steve’s sleeve as you wait, having him at your back and his arms protectively around you is such a relief. He presses a kiss to your temple and you let out a slow, long breath. That’s when you hear the sirens,

“That’s too long.” He grumbles into your ear and you hum softly.

“But you didn’t take too long.”

“I was already on my way back when you called. I got to the building and nothing was going on that’s when I realized that it was probably a ploy to get me out of here.”

“We broke a few laws on the way back.” Bucky says grinning over at you, “but he said he’d let them chase him to get the cops here faster.”

“I’m glad that didn’t happen. Thank you for getting here.”

“I’m sorry I let him get to you.” He says softly as a squad car comes pulling in.

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they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon · 3 years

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Please Don’t Leave Me

Sirius Black x Reader Fluff

Words:1641

Warnings: Panic attacks, sad boy hours, two swear words

A/N: Got some Sirius comfort for you, also (Y/p) means “Your Patronus“

After how long you and Sirius had been friends you’ve developed a special bond, you would stay up late and talk, he found it so easy to talk to you and be vulnerable with you. He loved that you wouldn’t push him, or bring it up the next day, you just helped him how and when he needed it.

And after your chats you’d go with him go up to the marauders dorm and kiss him on the forehead and say one last “You’re safe” and he’d be able to sleep. No matter what time it was you’d be there for him. And the next day he would go back to being his flirty, confident self.

One day he had gotten a really bad letter from Walburga (You refuse to call her ‘Sirius’s mother’ or ‘his mum’ she doesn't get that right after what she’s done to him)

It was just after the dinner feast and the ancient most noble house of assholes’s ‘Bitch bird’ had flown off after Sirius untied the letter from his so called family, ripping it open, he just looked at the page for a bit, only half reading it before getting up and running from the great hall with his hand over his mouth to stop himself from crying. Merlin, he hates crying.

The group watched him leave, you and James looked at each other as if telepathically talking about who should go after him. The two of you knew the most about his trauma. You ended up going after him.

You knew exactly where he would be, on the 2nd floor in a little secret room that you and Sirius have practically claimed as yours. The marauders had found it while making the map, Sirius started to go there when he was overwhelmed with feelings, one day you had found him there, and you just sat together, and for the first time, he was ok with crying. That was the day he started to open up to you.

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“Siri?” walking in you saw him in the back corner. His head was buried in his knees, holding his hair so tight it would definitely be pulling some out and he was crying, the kind of crying where you feel like your suffocating, where you swear you’ll become dehydrated from all the tears, where no matter how much time passes that day your eyes will still be red.

You sat crossed legged next to him, didn’t move to touch him or talk first, after doing this for how long you had, you’ve picked up on what helped him best.

The main being, let him move first. Not only did it give him a bit to collect his thoughts but it made him feel more in control in a safe space. Growing up in his household he had no control on anything in his life and he was told to never show emotion as it showed weakness, told to sit straight, keep your head down and do as you're told, or else. So giving him a chance to feel and think and register that it is ok to show emotion and that he does have control of things.

He slowly started to shuffle over to you. Taking his hands from his hair and holding yours in one, and wrapping the other around his knees, he was still curled into himself and crying but he could breath now. It was a start.

Ever so slowly he leant on your side, you just held his hand in both of yours. After around five minutes he had gone from sitting in the back corner to leaning on your side and holding your hand. A year ago, he would be sitting alone, crying and hating himself.

He fully curled into your side, his other hand going looping around your arm and basically hugging it and he buried his head into your chest. Kissing his forehead you slowly move one hand from his and into his hair, running your fingers through it, making him melt into you.

The two of you sat there for a while, just holding him and humming to yourself, he always liked the small vibration it made in your chest.

You both just sat there calmly, blocking out the world, you had no clue how much time had passed. In this room, you were in your own world. There were no obligations to be anything other than yourself, you didn’t have to worry about school work or ‘family’ or anything, you could just exist.

You’ve even brought pillows and blankets to the room so you could sleep there overnight, when leaving the room was too much for him.

Peter had asked why you guys didn’t just go to the room of requirements. The room of requirements isn’t just for you and Sirius, everyone could get into it, only you and the marauders knew about this room. It was hidden behind a statue in the back of a corner of a dead end hallway no one else really went to. Other than to snog for ten minutes before class.

Taking your hand from his hair, you grab your wand and look up to the roof for a moment before looking back at Sirius and smiling softly.

“Expecto Patronum”

A thin wisp of silver poured from your wand and hovered like mist before you before moving off around the room transforming into a (Y/p) and continuing to play around the room.

“Wha’d you think of?” Sirius mumbled watching the wispy animal dance around the room, since he mumbled it into your shoulder it sounded a bit more like ‘whadyoinkoff’ but you got the jist of it.

“When I met you” Putting your wand back in your robes, you rake your fingers through his hair again.

Sirius lightly scoffed “Don’t lie, surely that’s not one of your most happy memories that you can cast a corporeal patronus. We met because me and the boys pranked you and got you sent to the hospital”

“Trust me, I remember, and adore that day”

“Why?”

“Well, for start I met you four, and for the two days I was in the hospital wing, a certain boy with majestic hair, perfect grey eyes, and bad jokes” you tilt your head slightly so you could see his face a bit better

“Hey! My jokes are amazing and you love them” he scrunched his nose up with a tiny smile

“Yeah, yeah, anyway this amazing person sat with me until Poppy would kick him out, cause he felt bad”

“I like that memory too” he sighs, your patronus had vanished at that point, as you had stopped focusing on it, but it had done its job, it made him feel better. It always made him feel better. Which is why you were able to cast it.

Sirius had calmed way down to the point he was a puddle on your side. “You’re all melty” you smile resting your head on his and he hummed in agreement and a small head nod.

You stayed like this for a little longer but your arm started to fall asleep “Siri, I love you, but my arm is ‘bout to fall off. So why don’t we take these obnoxious capes off and cuddle with the blankets and pillows?”

He nodded again moving off you (rather reluctantly) before giving you a little smirk “Sounds like you just want me to take my clothes off”

With a sigh, a smile, and a shake off your head you throw your cape to the other wall “Sirius, I will leave” You joke, before quickly realizing now was not the time for that kind of joke, you had just got a bit distracted as he was joking as he does when he’s feeling alright, before you can ‘fix’ what you said he grabbed your wrist a stressed look on his face.

“Please don’t leave me”

“’s ok love, I’m not going anywhere” you give him a soft smile, moving over to the pile of blankets and pillows in the corner, grabbing some and making a nest like bed pulling one of the softest blankets up.

“Come here” you open your arm and pull the blanket back and he basically leaps next to you and attaches to your side like a koala.

You give a soft chuckle, shifting so you're comfortable, Sirius basically engulfs you, tangling his legs with yours, his head resting on your chest so he can hear your gentle heartbeat, while you wrap your arms around him holding him close, making him feel safe. Keeping him safe.

“You're not gonna leave, right?” he mumbles, eyes drooping “I’m not going anywhere”

“You’ll keep me safe?” he yawns “I’ll always keep you safe”

“And you love me?” “I love you so much” “I love you too”

“Sleep now Siri, I’ll be here, keeping you safe, and I do so cause I love you” He slowly nods falling asleep in your arms.

You were finally about to doze off yourself when there was a soft knock and the door cracked open, James’s head popping around it “He ok?” he whispered “He’s ok now, if you wake him up, I will hex you into the next millennium” you whisper back

James just nodded and slowly closed the door, he knew how much you loved his brother and didn’t want to disturb that. He left smiling with the picture of a calm, sleeping Sirius, with a small smile on his lips.

Bonus:

“Who 's that?” Sirius grumbled going to move, but you gently moved his head back to where it was. “Was just James” “Should I say bye to im’ tomorrow? For wakin’ me up?” “Yes,” you smile “now shh, go back to sleep, I’ve got you”

He just nodded and fell back asleep as you did shortly after.

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definitelyseven · 4 years

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deal | nine

summary: when your step-mom unexpectedly offers you a deal you can’t resist, you decide to give her a taste of her own medicine by seducing her potential suitor, Im Jaebum.

You quickly grabbed your bag and ran downstairs. It was 8:45am and you had work at 9am. You’ve overslept.

“Running late?” Eunbi asked with a smirk.

“Where’s Jaebum?” you asked while putting on your heels.

“He left already. Please don’t tell me you’re expecting a ride from him everyday. He’s a very busy man you know,” she said with her arms crossed.

“You can’t give it a rest, can you? You’re bitchy every second of the day,” you commented as you walked past her and out the door. You quickly caught a taxi down the street, but even with no traffic you were going to be 30 minutes late.

“You’re late,” Anna spatted at you as soon as you walked into the office.

“Sorry,” you said trying to catch your breath and straighten out your clothes.

“Come on, there’s a meeting in 5 minutes. You need to get the conference room set up,” she said handing you a box of files to lay out on the table. You didn’t have time to change your heels this morning and running around to get to work made it worst but you sucked it up and did your job. Just as you were about to finish setting up, Jaebum walks in the meeting room. He completely ignores you and sits down at the table.

“Mr. Im, can I get you something to drink?” you asked professionally.

“Anna, will you please get me an iced americano?”

You let out a small sigh before moving on to the next person to take their order. You did nothing wrong and if he’s going to treat you like this so be it.

Another handsome looking man walked into the conference room - he looked familiar. He was the guy that taught at your gym. You’ve taken his classes before. He smiles at you before sitting down next to Jaebum.

The whole day was no different from the conference room. Jaebum did nothing but ignore you. Whenever he needed something, he would ask Anna to take care of it.

“Working late?” someone called from behind. You quickly turned around to see the same guy at the meeting. “I’m Jackson,” he smiled as he extended his hand to you.

“Y/N,” you replied, reaching out to shake it. You looked at your watch, it was already 10pm. You got stuck with all the bitch work towards the end of the day again, but the only thing different was that Jaebum wasn’t here to help you.

“I saw the lights still on and wanted to see who was working so hard,” he teased.

"I was just leaving,” you laughed as you picked up your purse.

“We’ve met before, you know?”

“I know,” you smiled. “You used to teach at the gym I went too.”

“Can I give you a ride home?”

“Oh...that’s alright. Thank you though,” you politely declined before walking away.

The bus schedule showed the next bus was supposed to arrive in 10 minutes, but you’ve been waiting for 30 minutes already. As you were able to give up and call for a taxi, a black car pulls up next to the curb.

“Get in.” It was Jackson. “Get in, it’s late.”

You nodded and got in the car, “Thank you.” You buckled your seatbelt as he drove off. “My address is...”

“I know where you live,” he interrupted. You looked at him confused.

“How do you know?” Jackson doesn’t answer but only smiles at you. The question wanders in your mind during the whole ride home. He didn’t seem like some kind of stalker, but thirty minutes later, he was pulling up to the front of Jaebum’s house. “Thanks,” you said as you unbuckled your seat belt.

“Did you know we have security cameras inside the training rooms?” he randomly asked. You looked at him confused again. You paused, rethinking what he just said.

“Oh God...” you let out as you feel your heart drop down to your stomach. “Oh my god...” you repeated before running out of the car.

“Y/N...” Jackson calls after you. You sighed and turn back to confront him.

“Do you still have the footage?” you asked biting your lip.

“Don’t worry. I deleted it.”

You nodded. “Thanks,” you awkwardly said before walking away again. You didn’t get far before you turned back around. “I’m not his girlfriend,” you explained. “I’m kind of his step daughter,” you gulped, nervous to see to his reaction.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not judging,” he smiled while rubbing your arm.

“Eunbi married my dad and then he died and moved onto Jaebum. She doesn’t know about the gym thing and I’d like to keep it that way,” you hinted.

“Are you sure she doesn’t know?” he asked.

“What?”

“Everyone on that floor is one of Eunbi’s spies. Everyone secretly reports to her because she’ll be their boss’s new wife.”

“I didn’t know that but thank you for telling me,” you smiled.

“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me,” Jackson reassured.

“Thank you,” you sighed in relief. He was Jaebum’s friend, he wouldn’t tell his secret to everyone. You were sure of it. “I should go inside now.” Jackson nods, waving goodbye.

As soon as you walked in, you see Jaebum waiting by the stairs with his arms crossed. “You’re home late.”

“Yeah...work,” you replied softly before walking past him.

“Y/N,” he called. He’s been ignoring you all day and now he wants to talk.

“Yes Mr. Im,” you responded with a fake smile.

“Don’t be like this,” Jaebum said grabbing your arm.

“Be like what?”

“Petty and bratty.”

“No I was being professional. You were being petty,” you clarified. You were annoyed and pissed at him. He was the one who ignored you. He was the one who wasn’t acting professionally. Jaebum pins you against the wall in frustration. “What? Am I wrong?” you pointed out. Jaebum reaches under your dress and towards your panties. “What?” you scoffed. “Now you want to be with someone like me?” He looks at you confused. “Come on Jae. We both knew what you meant last night. A slut like me right?”

He stands there shocked at your words. There was no denying he implied it last night. He was overwhelmed at you questioning his marriage and his way of taking care of his son.

“Daddy!” you hear Minguk yell from outside. As quick as he pushed you against the wall, Jaebum lets go of you and walks towards the door while you straighten out your clothes. “Daddy!” Minguk screams again jumping into his arms.

Minguk’s interruption gave you the perfect opportunity to slip away upstairs. You weren’t proud of your actions - sleeping with someone’s man but this was different. At first you wanted Eunbi to suffer, to make her feel what you felt when she married your father; when she stole everything from you. But now, you wanted to show Jaebum that Eunbi wasn’t the woman she made herself out to be. She won’t be a good mother to him and you couldn’t let that sweet little boy get used like that. However, Jaebum didn’t seem to mind. He seemed convinced that Eunbi would take care of Minguk like her own, but you were the perfect example; even with money, she abandoned you.

“Meet me at the wine cellar,” Jaebum texted. You contemplated on whether to ignore him or meet him downstairs. You didn’t have the energy to argue with him or convince him otherwise, but you missed his touch. You made your way downstairs to the wine cellar. Jaebum was already there waiting for you with an open bottle of wine. “I didn’t think you would come.”

“I just wanted to clarify something,” you said walking towards him. “I’m not proud of what I’m doing but I’m no slut. I didn’t force you to sleep with me. You wanted it just as much as I did so don’t make this my fault.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“No you’re not. You’re only sorry because I’m hurt by what you said,” you explained.

“I didn’t ask you to come down here to talk about this,” Jaebum said, sipping his wine.

“Right...” you nodded slowly. “You called me down here to fuck.”

“I...” he tried to explain.

“What she can’t satisfy you anymore? I wonder what’s going to happen when you get sick of me,” you snapped before walking away. Jaebum grabs your wrist and pins you against the wall again. You groaned at how rough he was being with you. “Are you going to keep doing that?”

“Are you going to keep talking back to me?” he whispered with his lips close to yours.

“What are you going to do about it?” you argued. He smirks, lifting your legs up to wrap around his waist. He pushes his lower body up against yours. You let out a small moan once you feel his hard member poking at you.

“Not talking back anymore, huh?” he snickered.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you tell him as he slams his lips against yours. He was rough with you as if he was taking out all his anger on you. Jaebum’s hands roams up and down your body. Your core was already wet at the thought of him fucking you. His fingers quickly found your panties, pushing it to one side before slipping his digits in between your wet folds.

“Look at you, so wet for me already,” he whispered in your ear.

“Are you going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me?”

“Shh...what a filthy mouth you have,” Jaebum said giving your neck a light suck while rubbing your clit in circular motions.

“Jae!” the both of you hear Eunbi scream as her footsteps grew closer and closer.

“Fuck,” the both of you whispered. Jaebum drops you to your feet before walking away from you.

“What the hell are you guys both doing down here?” Eunbi asked, angry.

“Relax Mother. I’m here to grab a drink and then I’m leaving,” you said calmly. You grabbed the glass of wine on the table and walked away. You let out a sigh once you got back to your room - that was close.

You woke up earlier this morning, afraid that you’d be late to work again. You also didn’t know if Jaebum was going to give you a ride or if you’d have to take the bus.

“I can take you to work today,” Jaebum called from the living room as you put on your heels. “Have breakfast with us,” he calls again. Just as you were about to respond to him the door bell rings. You went to open the door and see Jackson smiling at you.

“Ready for work?” he asked.

“What?” you responded, a little taken back at what he said.

“I’m here to drive you to work so you don’t have to take the bus,” Jackson clarified. Jaebum comes up from behind you, staring at his best friend.

“What are you doing here?” Jaebum asked.

“I’m here to take Y/N to work so she doesn’t have to take the bus. Let’s go,” he urged.

“Actually I’m taking her today,” Jaebum said reaching out to grab your wrist. You stood there frozen and confused.

“Don’t be ridiculous Jae. Enjoy your breakfast with Minguk and I’ll take her,” Jackson smiled sweetly before reaching for you.

You didn’t expect Jackson to show up this morning nor did you expect them to fuss about driving you to work.

a little note from jennie: hello loves! sorry i didn’t post last week. i’ve been really busy at work and needed to take a break, but i’m back! hope you enjoy! :)

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