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changisworld · 3 months

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For changbin: you decide to start your fitness journey and call your experienced boyfriend to help you training, but apparently he has other plans (i was totally inspired by the skz yoga class, that man fixing hyunjin's position got me to places lol)

OMG what a good ask for me to respond to for my FIRST EVER BINNIE FIC!! I hope you enjoy <3

Word count:2.319

Obvious MDNI,18+ smut warnings under the cut

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SMUT WARNINGS; slightly jealous binnie, coke can cock binnie, confident reader, pet names such as pretty,jagi, baby, public sex, creampie, quickie, slight teasing

You have finally decided to join the gym after saying it was your new years revolution for thee longest time & who better to help with your journey than your long term boyfriend, Changbin!

You put on a pair of sport leggings & a matching sports bra & you put Changbins shirt over it. You admire how you look in the mirror, trying to make sure you look as good as you can without looking like you're putting in effort & then you put on the gym shoes Changbin bought for you to encourage you to go to the gym & you then decide to walk to the gym & meet Changbin there. Since its 1am on a tuesday it's a safe & quick 15 minute walk to the gym.

You walk into the changing room & lock your bag off & you take off the baggy shirt you're wearing & shut the locker, putting the key around your wrist.

You step into the gym & unsurprisingly it's completely empty, other for a random guy & of course, Changbin himself.

You walk over to Changbin who is currently on his phone & taking a drink, of course sitting on the edge of the bench presss.

"Hey Binnie!" you say, waving your hand in front of his phone to get his attention over his music playing in his headphones. "Oh hey y/n! when did you get that set? you look so good" he says smirking at you as you giggle & roll your eyes as he stands up & gives you a quick hug. "I'm happy you're here jagi, trust me you'll loooove the gym once i teach you!" He says, nothing but enthusiasm in his voice. "Yeah well i better hope so seeing since i want to look a bit better & fit for summer" you say, looking at the huge mirror that stretches from one end of the gym all the way to the other. "Your body is already perfect y/n, the gym can just be a healthy hobby for you! Anyways, lets start with some stretches." He says, taking a hold of your wrist & guides you over to the matted open area.

"Okay so to start off, lets sit on the ground & put your legs straight out in front of you & set your hands out as far as you can." Changbin says, already getting into position. You copy him & you do what he asks as he gets up & pushes your back slightly to get that extra stretch. You hold it for 30 seconds before he helps you stand back up.

"Do i really need to stretch? my back is still pretty stretched out along with my legs from when you had my feet up past my head earlier when you had folded me in half, probably not the only thing that's still a bit stetched still hm?" you flirt with him, he playfully hits your shoulder. "yaaah! not.. here, i won't be able to handle it" he whispers back, trailing his fingers along your stomach as he kisses the sweet spot behind you ears. You let out a small hum then pull away. "I was being serious! but fine, what should i do now?" You ask, putting your arms above your head & just stretching normally, scrunching your eyes together, Changbin licks his lips subconsciously. "ehhh, lets have you just simply touch your toes hm? try hold it." he says, coming up behind you to help you with keeping you as folded as possible but as he is doing this, his covered cock is now against your ass & your cheeks blush.

You hold it, quite liking the burn in the back of your legs but liking the feeling of binnie pressed against your ass more. You let out a small huff & a second later you're pulled up abruptly by Changbins calloused hands around your waist. "You said 30 seconds didn't you?" you ask, slightly confused. "yeah but that guy over there kept staring at you & i didn't appreciate it." He says, glancing over at the guy who was in the gym when you arrived is now slightly closer, 'on his phone'. "ooo my jealous baby" you smile at him, kissing his cheek & scratching under his chin like a catplayfully. "anyways, let's just go on the treadmill or something for now hm?" you ask, holding his hand in your & nods, still got a bit of a frown on his face.

~TIME SKIP~

It's been an hour & you & changbin have been on multiple areas, he helped you get used to a lot of leg strength machines just to show you how they worked but mainly helped you train arms. The other guy has since now left & its just you two left in the gym. "Okay so to finish up, why not we do some squats hm? it helps arms & obviously your glutes too. I'll help your form so don't worry jagi." He says, picking up two 20lb weights & giving them to you. You sigh loudly as you take them & Changbin helps you get into position. You squat down, looking into the same mirror as earlier & hold it, changbin holding your hips. "your ass looks good like this, i could get used to helping you" he says, giving it a playful slap. You wince at the slap & drop the weights before standing up right. "stop the teasing binnie! I need to take this seriously if i want results." you giggle back before grabbing his hands & putting them back on your waist as you pick up the weights again & continuing.

"y/n you need to put your legs slightly further apart." He says & you try to slightly split them, still in your position. "wait, a little bit less jagi, wait i'ma try something" He says & before you get to respond, you see changbin lying down & starting to slide underneath your legs. "They should be as far apart as how wide the bottom of my ribs are, mkay? I know you know that much so try think about it that way." You giggle as you look down & see his cute, pretty smile & face looking up at you. You nod as you breathe through your mouth & he starts so slide back out from underneath you but he notices something... a small wet spot right where your crotch is. "jagi, drop the weights for a second." You don't need to think twice since your arms are burning along with your legs at this point, dropping them to the sides.

You stand up as changbin finishes sliding out from under you & is behind you again & he wraps his huge arms around your chest & waist as he kisses your neck back. He nibbles your earlobe & whispers; "meet me in the changing rooms in a minute, cameras are watching us & they might come find us if we leave at the same time" He kisses your cheek before leaving, leaving you excited & also confused.

You put the weights away & try look busy for a few minutes before you head into the boys changing rooms & you are immediately ambushed by changbins lips. You moan into it with surprise before he leans you against the wall, large hand resting on it right next to your head as he has the other hand loosely wrapped around your neck. "Wheres this suddenly came from hm? Couldn't wait until we got home, no?" You tease, your own hand coming own to play with his sweatpants drawstrings. " suddenly? Hope you know you have a literal wet patch on your leggings baby, you sure you weren't just waiting for me to do this hm?" he teases back, fingers from your neck trailing under your sports bra to begin pinching your nipples, you whine in response. "Well how can you expect me to not be wet when your hands were basically touching me more than my own clothes hmm? grinding against me?" You say, pawing his joggers & boxers down just enough to free his cock.

You kiss his lips again before slouching down to your knees & taking a hold of his thick dick in your hand, fingers just barely wrapping fully around it. You begin kitten licking the tip & along the sides, paying extra attention to the sweet spot right under the bottom of his tip, he lets out a low groan in response. "Jagi please, don't tease.. Can i just put it in you? i'm desperate baby" he whines, thrusting his dick in your hands, tip hitting your tongue & lips. "I would say no & suck your soul out but my jaw is still sore from earlier when you fucked my face." you smirk up at hiss blushed cheeks & damp sweaty hair as you stand up & he helps pull your leggings just below your ass as your face is pressed against the wall.

"your ass is so perfect gorgeous, to die for." changbin hums, giving it a light smack & caress. "you sure you can take it baby hm? want me to open you with my tongue or something first? you know i'm big." He asks in a sweet tone as his fingers are spreading your folds, teasing you further. You whine & squirm at the contact as he plays with your pussy open, trying to get more contact. "I can take it Bin' i should be able to since you fucked me so good earlier, please put it in" you whine, moving your head so you can make eye contact with him. He nods as he grabs his cock again & pumps it twice before lining it up at your entrance & then pushes just the tip in, you let out a breathy gasp.

"H-holy fuck.. s-so big oh my" you whimper out, feeling his heavy tip splitting you open.

"Told you baby, i'm gonna push in more now mkay?" he asks as he leans & kisses your shoulder as he starts paving his way into your velvet walls, him holding his breath subconsciously as you let out a long whine at the feeling, eyes scrunched together as you finally feel his balls hit the bottom of your cunt.

"so wet for me baby, letting me into you like this, so good for me hunny, can i move now hmm?" he asks in a higher pitched voice, stroking your hair as he does so. "yes.. j-just move.. p-please Binnie please" you reply, fingers trying to dig into the walls with how much you're trying to grip the walls. He hums before letting go of your hair & starts a slow but strong stroke movement. You start letting out raspy whines as you hear skin clapping around the room as his cock quite literally splits you in half.

"F-f-uck Bi-binnie already gon' cum, holy shi" you moan, clenching around his cock unintentionally. Changbin lets out a satisfied whine as his hand slithers down to start rubbing your clit which makes you start squirming even more, moans getting louder. Changbin smacks your pussy lightly "Shhh we need to be quiet baby mkay? we are in a gym remember." he whispers in your ears as your eyes roll to the back of your head, being reduced to a melted pile against the wall he's fucking you into.

His hand resumes its movement on your clit as you cum around his dick, walls not being able to clench too much due to the genuine thickness of his cock in you. "good girl, cumming around me like this, so hot for me." He gives you a moment rest from the abuse on your clit before he starts resuming his movements, making you thrash but it's no use as he wraps his hand in your hair as he lifts you so you're now positioned back to chest as his thick, muscly arm wraps around your waist & stomach as he continues pounding your now red & swollen cunt.

His hips start to stutter & you know he's close but you're in too much of your own world to propely mention it. "Bin' s-so f-ffull.. fuck" you say but comes out as a raspy whisper at this point due to the amount of moaning you've been letting through your lips, your voice is now starting to leave. "awk yeah? so full in you hm? why not you have a better feel?" he asks as he grabs you hand & presses it into your own lower tummy & you let out an even bigger groan at feeling his dick quite literally fucking into you.

You throw your head back into his shoulder as you feel it, moving the angle of your head just enough so you can reach changbins lips & you kiss him full of tongue as you feel his hot release painting your walls as his hips stutter. His eyebrows furrow as he lets out a high pitched groan into your lips, hair stuck to his face.

You break the kiss to let you both catch your breath back. " that's definitely in one of the top 3 best quickies we've ever had & definitely the hotttest, i love you pretty pretty." he says to you in deep breaths, smiling at you as you lean your arms against the wall again. You go to reply when someone knocks on the changing room door... it is an employee. You both shoot a glance at eachother with wide eyes, trying not to laugh, You mouth the words 'I love you too & i agree' & you go to hide in one of the cubicles as changbin quickly pulls his sweatpants back up before unlocking the changing room door. "uh yeah? anything wrong?" he asks through the door, voice tinged with embarrassment.

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mysteryshoptls · 6 months

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SSR Floyd Leech - Platinum Dress Voice Lines

When Summoned: This place's been around for 100 years, huh? So, it'll definitely be able to keep me entertained, riiight?

Summon Line: It's sucks that we gotta be quiet in museums. 'Cause c'mon, it's way more fun to get all excited with people when ya see some cool painting!

Groooovy!!: I hate kings with old-fashioned views. I wonder what this one was like?

Home: 100 years, huh～ Aha!

Home Idle 1: Once, when I was drawin' on the school walls with magic, I had a professor come down hard on me, all angry. I don't get what the big deal was, it could come off easy.

Home Idle 2: Mackerel-chan was lookin' at a painting of the card soldiers, and he was standin' up all straight just like them. Hilarious how into it he got.

Home Idle 3: Crab-chan bores easily, so I bet he'd be terrible with oil paintings. ...Me? Who knows, prolly would depend on my mood.

Home Idle - Login: Did I prep before coming to the art museum? No way. But if I find something I like, I'll give it the attention it deserves.

Home Idle - Groovy: Sea Otter-chan was saying he wanted to come visit the ocean. I guess I could show him a couple sunken ships. I bet he'd give me some real hilarious reactions.

Home Tap 1: My shoes and jacket sparkles just like scales! Humans have it so good～ They can just swap up their scales whenever they want just by changing clothes.

Home Tap 2: So that scarab was a key to enter a cave, huh. I wanna go treasure hunting just like the Sorcerer of the Sands did.

Home Tap 3: I feel like every time I run into Sea Urchin-chan, he's lookin' at a painting of a werewolf. Eh, I guess I'm kinda similar in how I decide what stuff to look at...

Home Tap 4: The King of Beasts looked real sleepy and it made me pretty tired too. Maybe there's a bench around here I can lay on.

Home Tap 5: Ehhh, my ribbon's crooked? I don't have a mirror, so I can't see it... Shrimpy-chan, why don'tcha fix it nicely for me?

Home Tap - Groovy: You're gonna show me a painting you like? Sure, I'm interested. If it's lame, though, I'll squeeze you.

Duo: [FLOYD]: You're up next, Sea Otter-chan! [KALIM]: Leave it to me, Floyd!

Birthday Login Message: Hey, Shrimpy-chan. Jump a little for me. [jumps] Hm? I don't hear nothin'. Today's my birthday, and you don't have a present for me? Don't worry, it's fine. You just gotta go out and buy something now, then. Soooo, what should I ask you to get, hmmm?

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euphor1a · 4 months

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Bewitched (iii)

↬ pairing: bad boy!yeonjun x good girl!oc

↬ characters: loner bad boy!yeonjun, heartthrob!soobin, best friend!beomgyu, female oc (can be read as f!reader too) + a few supporting characters.

↬ genre: college!au, bad boy!au, slow burn, drama, strangers to lovers, smut, a bit of unrequited love.

↬ summary: After starting college, you never really imagined that you’ll cross paths with Choi Yeonjun — the loner bad boy with influences. But life is full of surprises, ain’t it?

↬ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~3.1K

↬ warnings: profanity, mentions of anxiety, bullying, explicit sexual content; manhandling, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm denial.

↬ disclaimer: this is fictional and doesn’t reflect any of their actions or personality!

↬ previous 𓍯 series masterlist

↬ a/n: thank you to anyone who’s still interested in this baby of mine, i appreciate you a ton <3

You’re supposed to vacuum the apartment today, but you can’t seem to focus, at all. And honestly? It sucks. The more you’ve been trying to move on and be grateful to have dodged a bullet like him, the harder you’ve been thinking about the culprit nonstop.

Three days have passed since you found out a very shocking fact that has left your poor heart in a whirlwind. But you don’t know which is more terrifying — the fact that Daniel is Yeonjun and he lied about his identity, or the cold, harsh truth that you’re still insanely attracted to him.

A dreary sigh escapes you. Life is not favoring you at all. It’s become such a pain in the ass at this point. Why did you have to fall for someone like him? It would’ve been so much easier if you had feelings for someone whom you know and trust, someone sweet and caring, like Soobin, or even Beomgyu.

Plopping down on your couch, you close your eyes. Things are looking very complicated right now. Not only the thought of that lying bastard has plagued your mind, but also, it’s hindering your daily life. You’ve been extremely unmotivated and anxious ever since the truth unfolded. You wish you had the power to fix everything, but alas, you don’t.

You remember how Yeonjun looked at you under the moonlight, the way his soft lips devoured your mouth. Are bad boys really capable of such gentleness? You don’t know… from the start, you’ve stayed away from the problematic people, like “bad boys”, just as your parents instructed. And guys like Yeonjun, if you’re being honest — you still prefer to steer clear out of their way. Not the devil himself, though. He got you addicted so fast and so hard that it’s difficult to back out now.

As if to distract you from his thoughts, your phone rings loudly. You squint your eyes, letting the sound bring you back to reality. Soon after, you inhale sharply and reach for the device, your heartbeat picking up with stupid hope.

Turns out it’s Soobin. With a gentle smile on your face, you answer the call, his soft voice cooing in your ear.

“___, just wanted to check in! How are you holding up?” You calm down almost instantly, grateful to have someone like him in your life.

“I’m… alright, I guess. How about you, Soobs? Anything interesting going on?” You speak softly, not keen on making this gentle giant worried in any way.

“Ehhh, what a lame way of trying to change the subject. It didn’t work. You better be taking care of yourself, miss lady, or I’ll–”

You cut him off midway, reassuring him. “Oh god, of course I am taking care of myself! Don’t worry!”

“Hmph.” Soobin grumps on the other side. Even if he tries to come off as threatening, he really just ends up sounding adorable.

“Oh, come on now, don’t be mad at me…” your voice is adorably childish in the end, making him sigh. Why do you do this to him?

“I’m not mad at you. But you do need to take care of yourself.”

“Did you really call me to lecture me about self-care?”

He groans at that. “So, what if I did?”

You pout, trying to change the subject. “Soob, can I ask you for something?”

“What is it?”

“Where did you meet Yeonjun that day? Just curious.”

There’s no answer.

“Soobin?”

He clicks his tongue. “At our college.”

“I know that! I mean where at the college?!” you whine, clearly displeased.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why?”

“Trust me, I’m doing you a favor.”

“I didn’t ask for your favor, did I?”

He ends the call, leaving you frustrated. Before you can call him back, you see a message pop up in your notifications.

Soobin: i think ___ is genuinely going crazy

Soobin: beomgyu, we gotta do something

___: Soobin…

Soobin: gyu? this is urgent!

Gyu: uhhh what now..? 😭

Soobin: she wants to know where i met yeonjun.

___: 😶

Gyu: girl why are you asking for trouble

Gyu: if it’s something important we can talk to him about it

___: Do I look like a five year old to you?

___: Why would you talk to him instead of me?

Soobin: you don’t understand, do you?

___: Understand what? This bs?!

Gyu: ___…

Soobin: see, this is why it’s so hard to communicate with you 😔

Gyu: soobin! don’t!

___: Wow, okay. I’ll leave you guys be.

Gyu: nono princess 🥺 don’t listen to him!! soobin is out of his mind!!

Gyu: you can’t just leave us :(

___: Damn right I can 🥰

Soobin: NO ONF IM SO SORRY 😭😭

Soobin: *omg i was just emotional and said whatever came in my mind i’m sorry

Gyu: this is such a mess 🥲

Soobin: don’t leave us 🥺🥺🥺🥺😔😔☹️☹️😢😢💔💔

___: Yeah whatever

Gyu: why do you want to meet yeonjun, anyway?

___: *sigh*

___: It’s personal.

Soobin: uhm that’s suspicious 🙂

___: And you asking the very same Yeonjun for “help” isn’t?

Soobin: ouch 🤕

Gyu: this guy… how many times do i have to tell you to watch your damn mouth 😒

Gyu: ___, i understand that it’s personal. but, as everyone says, it’s better to stay away from him.

___: You two don’t understand 😞

Soobin: i give up

Gyu: soobin 😬

Soobin: i’ll text you the wing, floor and room no.

___: Thank you, I guess

Soobin: you’re welcome bb 🥺

Gyu: soobin, you’re a whole goose 🙄

___: Huh?

Soobin: GYU 🔪🔪🔪

Gyu: nothing lol

___: Okay

Soobin: 🥺🥺

Gyu: 😧

___: ??? Bye

Gyu: just promise that you’ll be careful!

___: Promise 🥰

Gyu: 😘

You smile as you notice Soobin’s direct message shortly after. Instantly giddy, you sent him a bunch of heart emojis.

It’s official. You’re gonna confront Choi Yeonjun. Face to face.

Next monday,

So, today’s the day. You’ve thought it through several times and took your time. Beomgyu did try his best to scare you off, but you’re not afraid of Yeonjun. Not at all.

Maybe because you know that he has a weakness for you. Or probably because the urge to meet him is too much and it’s numbing any other senses. Either way, here you are, walking through the hallway that leads to where he usually hangs around.

Tall, scary looking fellas stare you up and down, whispering to themselves as you walk up to the empty classroom, also known as his den.

“Hey kitty, where are you going?” An edgy looking girl stops you, regarding you curiously. The unsolicited nickname throws you off, but you refuse to let that be visible.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you shrug, hoping to appear nonchalant. They are kinda scary…

Another guy comes up, his voice mocking, “This place isn’t for you, cutie. Go back to your class or something.” A bunch of other guys agree, laughing at you.

Their ridiculous behavior makes you sigh. This type of people are the last ones you wish to deal with. “And who are you to tell me that, exactly!?” you state firmly, crossing your arms around your chest.

A bunch of them chuckle, drawing more attention. “Aww look, she’s trying to bite back. How adorable.”

“Really? Is that a way to treat someone?! If I’m here, that surely means that I have business with him, don’t you think?” you hiss in anger, glaring at everyone who gathers around to see the show.

Your words and attitude only fuel their laugh. A person from the crowd remarks, “Look, this little nobody thinks she has business with ‘him’, apparently.”

More people join in to laugh at you, various remarks being thrown around carelessly. You start to feel cornered and humiliated, your hands turning into fists from frustration.

“Why the hell is there so much noise? Do y’all want to be sent back or what?” A deep, commanding voice shuts everyone up. You turn around with bated breath, your body freezing immediately as your eyes register the familiar face.

It’s him. The demon that’s been haunting you for weeks now.

Yeonjun seems pleasantly surprised when he sees you, but he quickly replaces it with his cold demeanor. “What was happening here?”

The girl who approached you comes forward. “This… this kitty was trying to get into your office. So, I stopped her and asked what she was here for. Guess what? She was trying to be all sassy as if she’s the one in charge. Obviously, she got destroyed… hence all the noise.”

His expression is unreadable for a second, and you wonder if you’re gonna be sent back empty handed. But then, Yeonjun glares at the gathered crowd menacingly, a hushed silence falling across the hallway. The ones at the front immediately lower their heads. “Judging a book by their cover now, are we? I don’t keep you guys around to assume if a kitty has business with me or not. And, last time I checked, stopping someone doesn’t include ridiculing them in front of everyone just to feed your petty little egos.”

“Jun, but–” one of the guys start, taking a step forward.

“I don’t have time for your hollow excuses, get out of here immediately, all of you.”

“We’re sorry!” Several of them chime in, dispersing without looking back. But some throw you suspicious looks, earning another glare from Yeonjun.

“My, my. Rebelling much? If you have a problem, then come over here and talk to me.” His raised voice booms through the space, making everyone leave with mumbled apologies. Once everyone is out of sight, he turns towards you, his eyes earnest. “I’m sorry for how they acted. They’re not used to seeing pretty, little, goody two shoes like you around here. But still, they were rude, and I apologize.”

You nod in acknowledgment, rolling your eyes. For some reason, his words feel insincere. But you have other things to worry about. Like, confronting him for his actions.

Before you can do or think anything further, Yeonjun grabs your wrist, gently pulling you inside the classroom. You gasp when he presses you up against the closed door, his body caging yours, a bit too close for your liking.

His brown irises study you with curiosity. “Why are you here, ____?”

You struggle against his grip, trying to move your hands away but failing. “Ugh– let me go!” Being so close to him makes you feel all mushy, and you don’t want to deal with that now.

Thankfully, he untangles one of his hands from yours, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Pfft— Shouldn’t I be the one demanding for answers, Daniel?”

Like the maniac he is, Yeonjun chuckles at that, shaking his head. “I see. What answers, if I may?”

Is he kidding with you right now? What the hell is this attitude? “Why did you lie?”

He stops at that, regarding you thoughtfully. “I had my reasons.”

His monotonous reply pushes you off to the edge. Failing to hide your anger, you jab a finger on his chest, demanding clarity. “What reasons, Yeonjun? That you had to lie and play with my feelings for a day?”

Yeonjun grits his teeth, his grip tightening significantly on your wrist. “I did not play with your feelings, ___.”

“Liar.” punching him on the chest, you try to take your hand away, but it backfires. He traps you inside his strong embrace, his hot breath fanning over your head.

“What are you doing–”

He tips your chin upwards, his pupils dilated as he looks at you with a burning hunger. “You enjoy testing my patience, don’t you?”

Your body shivers involuntarily, your lips just inches away from his. Swallowing nervously, you look away. But he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Yeonjun leans in, dangerously close to you. “I’m warning you, don’t play with fire. You’ll be suffering and I hate to admit it, but I’d be damned if that happens.” His whisper is hot against your lips, a weird feeling coiling in your stomach.

What the hell is he talking about? Why does he sound like he’s from a cliché forbidden romance fanfiction?

“Well, what if I want to play with fire?” You suppress your wish to cringe, eyes challenging him to reply. A strange wave of emotions displays in his brown irises, his free hand forming into a tight fist.

“Don’t blame me when you get burnt.” His lips crashes against yours swiftly. Yeonjun lets go of your arm, and you curl them around his neck, instinctively pulling him closer. He smiles in the kiss, as if victorious, his hand grabbing your ass and squeezing the flesh briefly. The stinging sensation makes you moan.

Yeonjun grazes your lower lip with his teeth, asking for permission to ravish your mouth — which you gladly provide. His prying tongue slides past your lips, meeting with your tongue in a passionate kiss. You gasp in pleasure, pulling onto his hair when he starts trailing kisses down your jaw. Yeonjun backs you up against the only table in the room, his voice a growl. “Why do you do this to me? Fuck!”

You look at him, your chest heaving as you try to process the mind-blowing kiss. But alas, he’s not done yet.

“Are you here for this, huh?” He reaches to drag his thumb over your chin, forcing your gaze up to him. “Wanted my touch that bad? ___?”

Liquid heat rushes through your veins when he moves his hands all over your body, brushing against your sensitive spots. He squeezes your breasts, enjoying the perky nipples that he feels through your clothes. “Tell me.”

“No!” You choke out, “I came here to ask you why you lied about your iden– ahh, god!”

Yeonjun lowers his head to your neck, dipping his tongue to lick the sweet spot. You melt under his touch, both pleased and bewildered by the fact that he obviously hasn’t forgotten your most sensitive spots. His eyes are fixed on you as he brushes both his hands beneath your skirt, tracing them up to the edge of your panties.

You throw your head back in pleasure, your knuckles turning pale as you grip on the edge of the table. “Please… ” you mewl, looking at him desperately.

Yeonjun smirks, brushing your inner thighs. “Please what?”

“I need you to touch me.” You sigh shakily, your eyes pleading with him. Apparently, he’s beyond teasing, because as soon as he reaches your soaked pussy, he pulls the piece of clothing to the side and pushes two of fingers into you.

“Yeonjun…” your head falls on to his shoulder while he pumps you gently, a groan escaping him.

“Fuck, you’re drenched.”

He picks up pace, not giving you a moment to breathe. You cry out when he curls his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot. His pace gets rougher, clearly fueled by your moans.

When his thumb finds your clit, you clench around him, your breath coming in short gasps.

Yeonjun smiles complacently. “You love this, don’t you?” The pressure on your clit increases slightly. “You love that I’m the one doing this to you.”

Without waiting for an answer, he draws his now slick digits away and puts them in his mouth, depriving you of an orgasm.

You whine, biting his neck from the frustration. Yeonjun makes you look at him, his voice dropping by an octave, “Bad girls don’t get to come.”

You try to rock your hips, craving any type of friction that can satisfy you. But he stops you, growling in your ear, “It’s time to go back, sweetheart. I have work to do. As much as I’d love to do you instead… I can’t. Not now.”

You look at him with dazed eyes, your voice a whimper, “You always leave me high and dry like this. I came here to confront, but you–”

“Shh. I told you; I had my reasons. I was simply trying to protect you.”

“Protect me from what exactly?”

Dropping a kiss on your forehead, he retracts. “I’ll tell you the next time we meet, ___. If I find it feasible, of course. You should probably fix your clothes though…”

You look at your disheveled state, sighing. “You’re not trying to get rid of me, are you?”

Yeonjun looks offended. “You clearly don’t know me yet.”

“But–”

“No buts. Don’t you have classes or some shit?”

You yelp at that, suddenly remembering where you exactly are. Quickly climbing down from the desk and fixing your clothes. While you finger brush your stray waves, he regards you intently.

“Like what you see?”

Yeonjun chuckles, nodding. You walk up to the nearby window to see your state, the dusty glass surprisingly reflecting quite well. “Tsk, thank god I wear a transfer-proof lip tint. All of my lip-gloss is gone however, and it looks weird.”

“You don’t have a bag with you, though. How are you gonna reapply?”

You sigh. “I left my bag with Soobin. I’ll just reapply later.”

“Wait.” Yeonjun walks up to you slowly. “Won’t it look suspicious, though? I have a lip balm, does that work?” He offers you a small tube of strawberry scented lip balm.

“Well, it won’t look the same but obviously it’ll be somewhat glossy.”

“Then take it.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him, gingerly taking the tube from his hand. His eyes follow each of your little movements as you part your lips a bit and apply the lip balm, pouting at the end which makes him chuckle.

“Thanks, here you go.” You proceed to give it back, but Yeonjun shakes his head, throwing his hands up.

“You can keep it for yourself. It suits you so well.”

“Oh?” A bit surprised, you look at the cutesy tube of lip balm in your hands. “Thank you…? Won’t you need it though? Your lips look a bit dry, even now.”

“Are my lips dry? Hold on.” Yeonjun leans in for a peck, his lips firmly landing on yours. Your heart skips a beat from his sudden action, butterflies in your stomach. Why’s he so???

He pulls back soon enough, rubbing his lips together. “Thanks, baby.” The glint in his eyes indicate that he’s enjoying this exchange very much, only causing your heart to go mayhem.

Nodding, you start to walk away nervously. You cross the room quicker than expected, hand resting on the lock of the door. “We are not done yet, Choi Yeonjun.” As you look back one last time, you feel a strange sting in your chest.

Yeonjun tilts his head, smiling, “Oh, trust me, this is just the start.”

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minzart · 2 months

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A quick fix me up

Vox / reader

Unresolved sexual tension - ehhh +16 maybe? It's not really that explicit I think? - the eroticism of fixing a robot

Ao3

It had a been a fucking month, and the tech overlord could still feel the collateral damage of his - very purposeful, not at all accidental - melt down, tantrum, accident caused by that prick of an ultrapassed piece of junk still affecting his processing and it was getting on his nerves that he might feel the need to reboot for the second time this day before he has to peel more faux skin off his body.

And to top it all of, Val had to just still be obsessing over his fucking whore of a spider, noooo because the sixteen hour long shots had to be done today, he can't fucking relax or try to take his mind of the double work he has to do now that Alastor is back and viewership is decaying gradually, it's not like the pimp is the fucking director and can't just take half an hour to a quicky and be done with it.

Fucks sake when Valentino wants to fuck it's not a matter of yes, not even when, it's a now and be damned his screen if he denies the petty princess anything, but when he wants to fuck, and Angel Dust is at the vicinity, it has to have star alignment to convince the moth demon to even take his eyes of his fucking bitch for even two seconds.

He can feel another glitch happening at his screen, left eyes of all places, making his vision spin and change colors. He is tired, he is bothered, he is furious, he is stressed and he is still glitching. With a sigh of defeat Vox finally decides to call the person who can, at the very least, fix one of his many problems, his personal doctor, or should he call you his trusted mechanic, he settles for old -friend- acquaintance.

The logo of your business bounces in the closest screen, he misses when it was your face, not that he will ever let you know that, it's late and yet your voice, groggy and annoyed answered his call anyways.

“it's three in the fucking morning Vox what the fuck do you want” it's only your voice, no matter how many times he tried to force the video calls you never let your camera work properly, a quirky “fuck you” to him you had said once.

“gOOdNiiiGggth to yOu tOOo” he tries his best to say you name energetically, but the stupid glitch won't let his usual charisma take roots, at the end he sighs and groans.

“...... what the fuck did you do to your voice box this time, if I have to get cum out of it again I swea-” the sounds of sheets moving informs him that you were in fact probably sleeping, joy, he was the only one with trouble sleeping then.

“JUsrt gggEt yoR aSS hERe” he disconnects the call from your end.

“alright fine, fine I'm going” you talk to air, and he stills hears you because it's better than to give his attention to whatever is happening upstairs right now, not in the patience for it “I know you can still hear me you control freak, get your ass moving to the closest sofa before I have to drag your corpse from your fucking evil lair”

He chuckles, it would be funny if he wasn't actually hearing you, and it did happened before, your pissed face was priceless at the time, his body is ten times more difficult to command but he manages to enter in the elevator and out to the suit, Velvette is at her side of the tower getting her beauty sleep and Val “working”, leaving him with the space for himself and finally tranquility.

The television tunes to the nearest camera at your house, and he let's his mind wanders waiting for you to arrive. You were locking your door of the apartment when he sees a foot inside your house stopping it from closing, he changes the camera in annoyance who the fuck was there? Last time he checked you didn't have a new roommate since him, and it was fucking eons ago, and no fucking camera at that building is good enough to look inside your house, shit.

You two were talking, your hand goes up gently, your face disappear from frame, oh it's a whore, because of fucking course it is, but then you smile and walks away, leaving whoever the fuck was that inside, that couldn't be a partner could it? No, no way, you wouldn't, but who let's a fucking whore alone in your house in hell, no, scratch that, you, specifically, never fucking even let whores in since he remembers knowing you in this damned place, too paranoid for it, so who the fuck was that.

The overlord can feel heat building in his chest, twisting his insides and acid in his mouth. It was not a good day, nor a good week, nor a good month, he wouldn't call himself an easy jealous man, absolutely never, why would he even get jealous??? He's powerful, he's famous, he's rich, fuck he is ten time the man he was dead than alive. And still… and still he never is the first priority of nobody he could even call the closest thing hell can offer as friends.

Not for Val who would offer amazing sex but God if it didn't get tiring the temper tantrums, not to mention the several PR nightmares he has to cover; not for Vel who still has the best head on her shoulder of the three of them, but was God awful at listening to anything but her voice; not to his audience slowly slipping out of his grasp; not for his stars who only suck him up for a rise; not even for his fucking rival who hasn't even tried to rile him up since he came fucking back; and definitively not for you who was at the door of the company at three in the morning leaving whoever a sweetheart that stranger might be alone just because he called with a glitch voice...

He slowly gets his hand away from his face, grip so tight he could feel the holes it left dripping blue down his sides, vision black and white, and opens the automatic door for you with a snap of fingers. The lights are off and the second the security comes to you, you flash your ID card of the company, and go to the elevator without exchanging a word with the demon. It closes the second you are in and automatically sets your destination to the low levels of the V tower.

He hears the ping of the elevator opening and your footsteps getting closer, the TV now off. “alright let me see the damage”

You lift his head gently, peel the layers of clothes mechanically, and move the coffee table closer, your expression is of professionalism, neutral, and bags in your eyes”can you talk?”

“wwWhaAT dOdo-youu ThinnnK?” he answers and mentally grabs at the relief fraction of expression you show.

“ok, wires not completely busted” you unscrew his face and get to work, always precise, always gentle, you have always been gentle, he remembers meeting you, countless of years ago, a demon specializing in upgrading sinners with mechanical bodies, he remembers his rising days with a touch of bitterness, determination and a little bit of fondness, you were the first he ever trusted to ever exchange his screen when it broke when he still was scared of a second death.

He can hear you walking around, probably looking for the spare parts he has, and comes back as quickly. It's nice, he feels nice, relaxed, strange how a semblance of care can melt away his nerves is a good way. You are not even thinking about your motions, he can tell, and yet Vox let's himself bask in this fraction of attention a little, a lot, every little touch every little check he feels he commits to memory and replays over and over again.

From his face to his back and now he can feel your hands inside him adjusting wires and peeling melted wax that is where it shouldn't be because “your last black out made your cooling system kiss your ass goodbye so I'm gonna replace this too and you are gonna have to get new fake skin” and he couldn't be happier right now since it makes you stay a little while longer.

It's weird, he fucking knows that, he knows, he knows how weird it is feeling you be so fucking gentle and profession and getting off to it, and fuck if having you right there behind him didn't gave him an adrenalin burst, would you notice? Have you noticed how he can feel his insides hum in pleasure every time you fix him inside? You must, come on, it's so very obvious he's hotter than normal, it's not even funny.

And his mind just runs in it too, colors coming back to his vision, and his mind isn't even close to reality, his pants are tight and he wants to just grind so fucking bad to get some friction going down there, he feels one of your hands pin him in place, firmily sat, and he wishes it was to pin him down and- fuck, he feels electricity run around his whole body, you flinch breaking all contact and he has to bless his luck that he doesn't have a working voice box right now because he feels he just whimpered at the lost of contact “You good bud?”

He shudders and nods frantically, a little bit of panic building in his gut, fuck he can feel his pants are not dry, goddammit “lay down” you want to kill him, you definitively want to kill him, he will play that command on loop next time he gets this fucking needy.

He does as you ask, and has half a mind to not just plant his face between the pillows, he has to play it cool, he has to, his ego won't let him otherwise, the sofa shifts you are sitting besides his back and keep working, a new voice box being placed and carefully connected, he wishes you would have opted to just sit on him instead, the weight might have helped his too energetic body to calm the fuck down, it had in the past. He grips his forearms to try and focus on anything else but the new feeling of your fingers closing his back and making sure it's closed properly, he already is playing with fire just for having that erection again and now he has a voice and he doesn't trust it to say any more words.

“want to talk about what got you so stressed at three in the morning?” he can hear you yawning, sliding down the sofa, and as he turns to see where you're going, he meets you at eye level, you are sitting at the ground, arms crossed besides his head as a makeshift pillow for your own and attention fully, undoubtedly, on him only.

He can feel his eyes widen, and antennas snap up as a little wave of electricity pass between then, he has three seconds of blue screen before he is back with a smirk in his smug face “why absolutely nothing, i just needed a little fixing it's all and day time it's such a busy time you know, couldn't schedule it for later”

“hmhu” you deadpan his sales persona “alright, mr shivering-at-the-mere-contact-of-skin keep telling yourself that”

“whatever do you mean” he can feel his screen heating, fuck, you sigh and gets up, he stupidly follows your action rising himself too quickly and almost tumbling down the sofa “hey now what's the rush-”

“it's five in the morning” you are already at the door “and i got clients to attend”

“five- fuck” boner be damned he has news to deliver at six “why didn't you told me when it was four!”

“I was too busy rearranging your guts” he can hear the smirk in your voice and now he wants to punch your mouth with his.”have a good day Vox”

And just like that you are gone… he keeps dressing back up, tying his bow tie, getting coffee and checking his phone, life goes on normally, and he is back at 110% in no time. The only thing bothering him is how he will keep telling himself he is alright, nothing to look into, no sir, he doesn't have the worst case of communication allergies known to man that is costing his sanity, absolutely not, he is in control, always, he has to be.

#hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hh #got possesed at midnight. wrote this. posted on ao3. passed out... bon Appétit #hazbin headcanons #i don't care what canon says this bitch is a robot #robotfucker

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cirrus-ghoulette · 4 months

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i can't stop thinking about diabetic Copia. I hate to be that person, but maybe some more diabetic Copia? 👉👈

Sure!

Copia has a habit of going high when it comes to his blood sugars. He loves carbs, what can he say?

If he does go high, all of the ghouls scrunch up their noses and pull faces. Poor Rain gags at the smell every time, walks off until Copia fixes his bloods. To them, it smells sickly sweet. They can smell the pheromones on Copia's body, on his breath.

When Copia goes high, he gets really dizzy, his head aches, and he's parched. Seeing Copia chug bottles of water outside of performing are sure signs that his sugars are high.

If he's on tour, he'll usually lay down on a sofa backstage (before the show, but after he's eaten) and hold an arm over his eyes, wait for the room to stop spinning.

The ghouls never stay away from him for long, so they come marching into his dressing room soon after, with a view to annoy Copia. But they all freeze as soon as they smell his scent.

Rain gags and walks straight back out. Aether and Cirrus both look at each other and sigh tiredly. Swiss goes "Fuck!" exasperatedly. Mountain mumbles that he has his backup Copia Kit (that's what they call his glucometer kit) always on his person, if needed. Cumulus tuts in sympathy, while covering her nose with her hand. Dew grumbles in frustration.

"Papa, do you know you're high?"

"No, no, I just have a headache..."

"What did you have for dinner?"

"Carbonara... Garlic bread..."

"PAPA."

"It tasted too good, I couldn't resist. It was just a little treat..."

"Did you do your shot before eating?"

"Ehhh... The food came quicker than planned, I didn't have time..."

"PAPA. You always have time."

"Yes, yes..." (dismissive hand wave)

Aether sits by Copia on the sofa, uses the lance from Mountain's kit to check his bloods. They all know he's high, but they can't pinpoint the exact glucose concentration in his blood. Aether always has a little game in his head, he tries to predict Copia's sugar levels before it flashes up on the screen. This time, he predicted 8.5 and Copia was 8. Close, and thankfully not as bad as he thought.

In the meantime, Dew starts to prep Copia's insulin while grumbling in annoyance to himself. Copia knows what will send him into a hyper, and yet occasionally, he still eats carbs and sugars like a starved man.

They always make sure there's a bottle of insulin in the minifridge in Copia's dressing room, and a sharps box on one of the counters. A couple of venue staff have given him weird looks for having a sharps container in his dressing room out of context.

While Aether takes Copia's bloods, he tells Dew exactly how much insulin needs to be drawn up. They're all trained in what to do if Copia goes into a hypo or a hyper, but having Aether there, who's a Ministry infirmary medic when he's not touring, helps keep them on track.

The other ghouls stand close by Copia, wanting to show that they're there for him, but unable to get too close due to the smell. Cumulus steps over, her shirt pulled up over her nose and mouth, and strokes Copia's hair soothingly. She's pulling a face behind the shirt, and keeps coughing.

When Dew comes over with the capped needle, Aether gives him a look and asks him if he wants Aeth to inject Papa. Dew shakes his head silently and pulls up Copia's sweatshirt.

Him laying down isn't the best position to inject in, the skin on his tummy is pulled quite taught, but Copia would flop over if he tried to sit up right now. Dew uncaps the needle and pinches a roll of fat, trying to go somewhere that doesn't have too many track marks, and injects in that area.

Copia hisses and Dew mutters a quiet "That's what you get for not carb counting properly..."

Once the insulin has been infused, Swiss holds out the sharps bin for Dew, and then they all sit and wait for Copia's blood sugars to come down. It usually takes between fifteen to twenty minutes, and the pack don't leave him alone during that time. Just in case they haven't dosed the insulin correctly.

During the waiting period, the ghouls keep themselves entertained. They play a card game, scroll on their phones, chat quietly (Copia's hypers and hypos always make him sensitive to sound). As his sugars slowly drop, checked every ten minutes by Aether, the ghouls slowly shuffle closer to Copia, his scent returning to normal.

By the time he's back down at a normal sugar level, Rain's been invited back into the room, and the ghouls have climbed onto the sofa for a cuddle with Copia,

Dew grumbles to Copia (from where he's curled up on his chest) to never let himself get that high again. He was worried about him.

Copia nods, and agrees that carbonara is off the menu. For now.

#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #headcanons #my works #dew #dewdrop #nameless ghoul #Diabetic copia #Ghost sickfic #Ghost bc sickfic #Chronically ill papas #Chronically ill ghouls #Ghost chronic illness

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dearlyjun · 11 months

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— CHERRY BLOSSOMS & 7/11 ☆ CSB

summary: soobin is on a break from tour, so you both escape to japan for a few days.

pairing: idol!soobin x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.6k

warnings: ehhh none. they are just tooth numbingly sweet.

authors note: can you tell that I’m reeeeeally pushing the soobin sweetheart boyfriend agenda lol. this was kind of inspired by his japan vlog, and I added my own twist with some of my own knowledge of Japan. this reminded me that my Japanese isn’t going to study itself, and soobin if you see this and think you’re slacking, I’m probably slacking harder.

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“I think I’m going to do some things on my iPad. Maybe draw.” You spoke, reaching for your bag that you set onto the floor.

“I might read.” Soobin answered. “I bought a new book a few days ago to read on this flight.”

Soobin was on a break from tour right now, and you both decided it was a perfect time to take a trip to Japan for a few days for some alone time.

The flight wasn’t very long; only two and a half hours. It was roughly an hour in, both you and Soobin keeping yourselves occupied. you were listening to music and doodling on your iPad while soobin was reading his book.

You drew a cute little doodle of Soobin’s hedgehog, Odi as well as a bunny with a carrot. Smiling to yourself at how cute it was, you turned to show Soobin, but realized that he was fast asleep.

His arms were crossed in his lap and his head tilted to the side. You always thought it was cute how his nose sometimes whistled when he was asleep.

“Soob.” You quietly spoke, picking up his book and bookmarking the spot he left off on.

He hummed without opening his eyes, and shifted in the seat.

“You almost lost your spot in your book.” That made him open his eyes, and pick it up.

“I got so tired all of a sudden.” Soobin laughed at himself. “I didn’t sleep good last night. I was too excited.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever slept on a plane.” You answered. “It’s hard for me to get comfortable.”

Soobin tousled his blonde hair, fixing his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He leaned over to look at your iPad. “What are you drawing?”

“Just random things. Look I was going to show you this, but you were asleep.” You pointed to the doodles of Odi and the little bunny.

Soobin’s smile was so big. “Aw, you drew my Odi! I miss him.”

He swiped through your other drawings. One of a plant, two cats, but then he stopped on one that was a cartoonish drawing of a boy with blonde hair.

“Is that supposed to be me?” Soobin questioned.

“Yes.” You responded, smirking. “You weren’t supposed to see that one.”

Soobin was smiling. “No no no it’s cute. You’re cute.” He kissed your temple, making you giggle.

It wasn’t long after that, the plane arrived, and you both got off, and found your bags.

“Should we get a taxi or take the train?” Soobin asked you as you walked away from baggage claim.

“A taxi will be too expensive from the airport. we can just buy train tickets.” You answered, making him nod; his blonde hair bouncing as he did so.

“Plus, it will give you a chance to practice your Japanese.”

A blush formed on Soobin’s cheeks. “Hey, don’t do that to me. That makes me so nervous.”

“Soobin, you are a lot better at Japanese than you claim you are. I’ve seen your notebook.” You we’re right, Soobin was pretty good at learning Japanese. He always carried his flash cards with him, and you helped him study any chance you got.

You both bought your train tickets, and within an hour or so, you finally arrived at your hotel room.

The second you both walked into the room, you immediately took off your shoes and coats, and relaxed onto the bed.

You moved closer to Soobin, nuzzling into him; making him giggle. “Are you tired?”

You nodded, and Soobins hands smoothed over your hair. “We can take a nap if you want. We’ll just have a chill night tonight while we plan the next couple of days.”

“Okay.” You answered, your eyes already closed as Soobin pulled you closer to him. At this point he was becoming your human body pillow. Soobin always smelled so good; like a mix of vanilla and fresh laundry. Pretty soon you were both fast asleep.

Within about two hours later, you both woke back up. You took a shower while Soobin watched an anime on the television, and then once you were finished; Soobin took a shower. Soobin took longer showers, so by the time he was out, your hair was already blowdried and you were in your hotel robe sitting on the bed doing your make up.

“You don’t need makeup.” Soobin spoke cutely to you. You looked up at him, he was wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants while drying off his damp hair with a crisp white towel. “You always look nice.”

“Soob, you don’t have to say that. I just like to wear some of it.” He sat near you on the bed, picking up some of your products and examining them.

“This is cute.” He had a peachy toned eyeshadow palette in his hand.

“I’ll wear it.” You smiled at him watching you. “I’m almost done, then I just have to get dressed.”

Soobin was still looking at your makeup products, then looked at his phone for the time. “It’s like 7pm. If you want we could just walk around and go to the convenience store.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You answered, putting your makeup away.

“There’s a 7-11 like ten minutes away that we can walk to.”

You stood up from the bed to get dressed. “I’m gonna change. What are you wearing?”

Soobin looked up from his phone at you. “Im just going to wear these.” He rubbed his sweat-pant clad thighs. “And like a hoodie or something. Don’t forget about a coat, it’s cold outside.”

You smiled at him before going through your suitcase to find clothes. “Soobin, I know.”

You threw on a simple outfit of some jeans and a sweatshirt.

You both were standing in front of the mirror, and you spritzed some perfume on.

“We look cute.” Soobin spoke, looking at you through the mirror.

You smiled. “I know, I want to kiss you all over.”You turned to face him, standing on your toes to kiss him. “You ready to go?”

Soobin nodded, his fluffy hair bouncing. “Let me get my scarf and my bag.”

Soobin grabbed his bag before wrapping his scarf around his neck, then both of you headed out of the hotel and onto the street.

“The 7-11 is this way.” Soobin spoke, grabbing your hand and starting to walk in that direction. You had to admit that Soobin looked so cute all bundled up in the cold.

“The streets look so cool.” You spoke out loud to yourself, looking around.

“I know. It has a Japan vibe.” Soobin answered.

“Soobin, that’s where we are!” You laughed, making him smile.

“Oh, you know what I mean.” He couldn’t help but laugh at himself too.

You eventually came to an intersection, and stopped for the okay to cross the street.

You were standing next to Soobin, still holding his hand, and felt a chill.

“I’m kind of cold.” You said quietly.

Soobin looked down at you. “Your coats not even zipped all of the way!” He let go of your hand, zipping your coat up. “No wonder you’re cold.”

You eventually crossed the street, and entered the 7-11 shortly after. Soobin opened the door for you and let you walk in ahead of him.

“Do you want ramen?” Soobin asked you.

“Ooh yes please.” You answered, making him smile. “I want natto too.”

You found the ramen section, picking out flavors that you think you’d enjoy.

Both of you strayed off on your own for a little bit, but eventually Soobin found you with some things in your hands.

“Did you find anything good?” He held out his hand basket to you to put your things in.

“Yes!” The excitement was prevalent in your voice. “cheddar aerial chips, natto, and some hand rolls.” You placed each item in the basket as you named it.

“Those chips sound good.” Soobin added.

“Oh my gosh I could eat the whole bag. Which I’ve definitely done before. I can’t ever find them at home.” You noticed he had picked out a few things. “What do you have?”

“I know you like the pocari sweat in the can.” He pointed to it in his basket. “and I found apple hi chews.” He had about eight sticks of them.

You laughed. “Soob, I know that’s your favorite flavor but I hope you left some for somebody else.”

He laughed, smiling. “Hey, I did.”

You guys soon checked out your items, and went to sit down in front of the window to enjoy your snacks.

“I kind of panicked when she asked if I wanted a bag or not” Soobin said as he sat down next to you.

“But you did great.” You opened up your hand roll, wrapping the nori seaweed around it. “Want a bite?”

Soobin nodded, leaning in to take a bite.

“It’s good.” He grabbed the two bowls of ramen. “I’ll go put hot water in these.”

He came back, setting both bowls down for the noodles to soften. You opened your can of pocari sweat, taking a sip.

“It’s just superior in the can.” You commented, making Soobin laugh.

“So what do you want to do tomorrow?” You asked Soobin, opening up your styrofoam container of natto.

“I want to find a bookstore hopefully, and maybe we can go to the countryside. like maybe shirakawa.” Soobin answered.

“Yeah we can do that. I wanted to see the cherry blossoms. I think they should have bloomed in some places. I know it’s kind of touristy and it will probably be so busy, but we can take some cute pictures.”

Soobin peeled the lid off of his ramen. “Yeah, probably, but we can figure it out.”

“Yeah, I’m so excited for these next few days.”

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tags: @dearlyjoonie @mhasimp666

#choi soobin fluff #soobin fluff #choi soobin scenario #choi soobin x reader #tomorrow x together fluff #txt x reader #txt fluff

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bunnyyamor · 2 years

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[ OCTOBER 25TH ] BYAKUYA KUCHIKI x fem! reader (teacher x student au)

synopsis; it's the famous halloween party at your college and everyone is invited. it's so annoying how all the teachers are there, keeping an eye out for troublemakers. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, office sex, 69, dirty talk, weed, alcohol, cunnilingus, blow job, oral (both), fingering, nicknames, brat taming, daddy kink, handjob, public sex, beta read!

notes; i think this has to be one of my favs smut i've written idk it just got me good and hot. i also rlly like byakuya he is so fine on so many levels its crazy. also i made the costume that y/n wears a bunny bc we representing my brand ppl! anywho, remember to unhide mature posts, like, reblog, and comment, that would mean the world to me!!!

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“holy fuck, girl. you look hot!” your friend groped your boobs as you were stuffing them in your hot bunny costume. you were posing and checking out yourself in the mirror, ready to indulge. you couldn’t lie, you looked amazing. your makeup was done in a sexy but soft girl look. then you added a bunny ears headband and wore a tight, black one piece outfit with shirt cuff sleeves, your ass almost showing with your fishnet stockings. you wore your 9-inch heels and had a cotton ball tail on your butt. you looked delectable and were the cutest bunny.

“i know right,” you fixed your hair. you were waiting all year for this day. it was the day for the most popular raving party ever. it was a halloween party. each year the college held one for the students. everyone that was anyone went.

“your boo is gonna pick us up? it’s at the gym slash cafeteria room.” your friend read her text from your boyfriend?

“that’s the plan.”

the door knocked and it was your boyfriend and a couple of his friends. “this is gonna be the best party ever! it’s gonna be lit.”

you rolled your eyes. you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the brightest man in the town. “yeah, yeah, yeah. you got the stuff?”

your stoner boyfriend nodded, giggling like a school boy, “yeahhhh man. i got you babe.”

“oh shit,” you stomped your foot. “aren’t the teachers gonna be there?”

“for real?” your friend twirled around angry. “why the fuck? they’re just gonna ruin everything and treat us like we’re in a christian party.”

“it’s because last year they found those guys smoking in the bathrooms…” you stared at your boyfriend, hands on your hips. “i wonder who’s fault that was?”

“bro, whatever! i didn’t know they were gonna smell us? so what? we’ll do it in my car babe. it’s gonna be fine. they dumb as fuck anyways these dumb teachers.”

you were starting to walk to the car. “sure…the teachers are dumb. but theres that teacher byakuya kuchiki? he is not an old, senile teacher, he’s gonna know.” that was the literature professor in the college.

“then maybe the way you can get him off our backs is fucking him, he’d love to fuck a cute little bunny,” your friend cackled as she smacked your ass.

you laughed as you drank back some alcohol. you wanted to get super drunk and nasty today. “ehhh who cares. let’s just get fucked up! and who gives a fuck about them teachers!” everyone wooed and drove to the cafeteria.

when your group got to the party you saw that some students were already secretly pouring drinks into the fruit punch.

“who you going for tonight?” you asked your friend. scanning the dance floor.

“maybe that smart teacher, i mean look at him y/n.” your friend pointed to mr. kuchiki. he was not wearing a costume since he was a more monotone chill teacher. he was not one to joke, only sometimes and you had never seen him laugh or smile. he was much more serious. he spooked you a little because you wondered if he even liked being a teacher. he stood, glaring at everyone to make sure they were behaving. he was tall, his long black hair was pushed back on one side only. he wore a tight, black suit, a big watch on his wrist as he looked at the time and then the party. he looked like he didn’t fit in with all the idiots that were here. you couldn’t help but stare however. he looked so handsome. so manly. his eyes with a glare of daggers. you couldn’t unglue yourself from him and his eyes found your stare. they looked directly into yours, causing you to fumble and trip.

“you okay y/n? you looked like you were eyefucking the professor there.”

“it’s doesn’t matter. let’s just go in the back and smoke. i saw like a deserted janitor room behind the auditorium. we could do it there. i didn’t see any vents.”

“yay! okay get your boo and we’re out of here.”

as you were going to get your boyfriend, byakuya made his way to you. he seemed to already be annoyed or angry. “y/n?”

“yes, professor? are you enjoying yourself? are you dancing a lot?” you twirled and shook your ass near him. wanting to see if you could crack him. instead he grabbed you by the arm.

“do you think this outfit is a appropriate? look at you?”

“what? what are you talking about?”

byakuya closened up, his chest pressed against yours. he towered over you and his eyes darkened. “this costume is provocative. what attention do you want from disgusting boys? i mean look at you, i can practically see your ass. you think i didn’t notice.”

“then if my ass is such a problem, don’t stare! listen old man, i don’t know if you know this but i’m a grown ass woman. i can do whatever the hell i want and wear whatever the hell i want. news flash i think i look great! and your opinion doesn’t matter to me so fuck off, professor!” you flicked your hair in his direction and stomped away. not caring that his eyes darkened and he shook with anger.

you were going to live your life and everyone could suck it! you were the popular, hot girl in school. the girl that could get away with anything and was maybe a brat. you wanted to do everything in life, wanting to live reckless and immature as a college student was supposed to live. this was going to be an unforgettable night!

“oh yeah, that’s the good stuff,” you chuckled uncontrollably. feeling all the weight of classes and the semester being lifted off your shoulders. it made you comfortable with this blanket-ness of floating. you blew out smoke and saw your friends eyes were red. this made you laugh even harder. “who knew we were gonna get fucked up like this.”

“right! and no teacher has come in to check on us. i’m gonna finish this and then care to dance and eat with me? cause i’m literally starving!” your friend fixed her makeup in front of the bathroom.

you as well added gloss on your lips and saw your boyfriend was practically passed out. “shit. that’s probably going to be a problem.”

“do you think it smells in here?” your friend totally disregarded your statement.

you sniffed the air, “nah. maybe? a little? i don’t know but help me. i’m going to stick him in the car and i’ll check up on him in a few hours. he’s probably going to want cake.”

your boyfriend started to babble and sit up. slurring and making a ruckus. he was becoming loud and you were afraid it would attract unwanted attention.

the door to the empty janitor room flew open and there standing in the doorway was professor byakuya. his lips in a scowl, all mad as hell. his eyebrows were furrowed. he looked around and saw your boyfriend, your friend and then you.

“you!”

“me?”

he pointed at you and you noticed right then and there, you were the only one holding a blunt. “wait but i wasn’t the only one-”

“you two, go home. i’ll be telling the school about this tomorrow. and you? you’re coming with me. not only for this stunt but also for the way you talked to me earlier.” byakuya saw you were about to scramble out the window and grabbed you forcefully. he hurled you over his shoulder, your ass near his face. he was strong and his height made you feel like a tree was holding you. “do as i say, or else.” he threatened you.

“fuck you man!”

byakuya hauled you all the way to his office which was at the opposite side of the school. he threw you into a chair and sat at his desk, typing away something. “what are you typing, mr. smarty?” you snickered at your joke.

he glared at you, his eyes traveling from your legs to your face. “none of your business, you brat.”

you sighed, “look professor. it won’t happen again i promise! it was a one time mistake, honest!”

“you think i’m dumb y/n? do you?”

you pouted, “no.”

he continued typing, “i am sending an email to the school to make sure you all have consequences. especially you.”

“are you fucking serious?” you stormed up, pounding his desk. “c’mon! please don’t!”

“yes, i am. and for god’s sake, wear this. i would be freezing in that.” he stared at your breasts for a quick second. a second you too noticed. byakuya took his jacket off and handed it to you. you wrapped yourself in it and realized how much bigger he was than you and how good he smelled.

you sat back down and saw the way his muscles flexed under his white buttoned up shirt. he groaned as he sat back and loosened his tie. his legs wide opened as he sat at his desk.

“professor byakuya, are you single?”

his head snapped to yours quickly. “why are you asking me that?” he bit his lip as he got back to typing.

“to kill time i guess. i was just wondering because i never see you with anyone.”

for the first time you saw him smile. it was quick and it was small but it carried a hint of a chuckle in it. it was splendid. it made your heart quicken for some odd reason. you were the reason mr. grumpy pants smiled. “love the observation. but i am single. wife left me, it’s a whole story.”

you took gum out of your purse and popped it in your mouth. you played with the sticky substance on your finger, “you cheated?”

“no y/n, i did not cheat. and what does school say about gum?” he clicked his tongue.

you chewed it annoyingly, mouth sounds loud.

“spit it out.”

“no.”

“spit it out.”

“no!” you smiled evilly. you loved pushing his buttons.

“i said-”

“i know what you said mr. kuchiki. and i said n,” you opened up your right leg. “o.” then your left. you had opened up your legs wide for him to see. you knew your outfit was caught in your pussy lips and was stuck in your ass so he was seeing all of you. you also knew that right now you were wet. so wet because you were playing with fire. “i do what i want, professor.” you chewed loudly again.

byakuya’s eyes darted to your pussy and his eyes laid there a second too long. he quickly darted to you and put his hands out in front of your mouth. “spit it out.”

“you want my gum professor? here.” you pulled his hunching form to you by the tie and kissed his lips. at first he was hesitant but then you could tell he needed it. being single and all probably was hard on his body. he had no one to fuck. his mouth widened so that you could shove the piece of gum in there. his jawline moved in perfect sync with your open mouthed kisses. you wrapped your legs around him, his jacket slipping off as you moved your hands to his long hair. your fingers getting caught in the length. it was so soft to the touch.

“yes daddy,” you bit his ear as you moaned at feeling his hard on under you. “just like that.” you could hear him chewing the gum you gave him. he put your body against his desk. stomach flat on the wooden surface.

“spread your legs,” he ordered you, kissing your neck.

you listened and heard him ripping your fishnet stockings. he needed your cunt as quickly as possible. “i can smell you. are you dripping wet, wanting to fuck your professor?”

“mmmm yes. touch me and you’ll see what you do to me. i love when you order me.” you chuckle, biting your lips.

byakuya looked down and his veiny hands traveled between your legs. you were right. “fuck, you’re soaked.” his watch tapped lightly against your thighs. it was cold on your skin. his long, thick fingers lightly touched your pussy folds. he wanted to collect your juices and spread them against your cunt. his fingers swiped from your pussy to your tight asshole, loving the way your ass jiggled at that movement.

“am i a bad bunny, daddy?” you whined. loving how that turned him on more. you loved your power. he must have had his eyes on you before.

he bent over to your ears, his hot breath coming out, “you’re so bad you need to be punished.”

he grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you on your knees in front of his cock. he looked so dominating like that. his long hair created a waterfall around his face, his eyes half lidded from the lust. his mouth heaving from being out of breath. his nipples hardening through his shirt as his muscles almost busted out of it. his tight black trousers were now tighter from his cock almost breaking through. you could see the indent of it and how big he was. his thumb lightly touched your cheek, soft like whispers. in that moment you were ready to give him everything. ready to listen, ready to take him in.

he thought you looked angelic, so cute. your ears were placed perfectly on your face. your eyes staring up at him, glossed lips parted slightly with a flushed look from being hot with need. your boobs were squished together as you sat there, obeying. “i want you to give it to me…please.”

he unzipped and let his hard dick out. it was veiny, and so thick. “will this fit in my mouth, professor?” you looked all around it, shocked that this is what your literature professor was hiding.

again he smirked, his lips quirking into a smile. “i know you can take it, baby.”

you put your hands around his cock. the feeling of his skin hot under your touch, “i need to know though.” your eyes darkened. “i am the only student that can do this to you. nobody and i mean nobody can touch you that way i am.”

byakuya squeezed your cheeks with his huge hand, “the same goes to you. you’re mine now y/n. you belong to me. so fuck that scrawny boyfriend outside that can’t even take weed.”

your mouth widened, shocked at his order. you forgot you even had a boyfriend!

byakuya pushed your head to take in his cock. you opened your mouth wide to take him fully in. you gurgled and gagged around his length and girth. “mmmmmm,” spit dripped from the sides of your mouth. byakuya’s hips subconsciously moved back and forth, fucking your mouth. loving the way your tongue flicked and twirled around his girth. “fuck, shitttt. that’s it baby. just like that. try to take more in?”

you nodded and started bobbing your head back and forth. loving how his cream was starting to coat your mouth. you went faster and faster. you were making byakuya become so turned on he was ready to become animalistic. “come here.” he urged you and carried you like you weighed nothing. he pushed everything off the desk. you were upside down, ass in his face. “don’t stop sucking, brat.” you listened and kept bobbing up and down, while byakuya smacked your ass as he laid back down on his desk with you on top of him. and that’s when his strong arms urged your ass to plop on his face.

“professor!” you were shocked but then in heaven.

in between licking your folds he said, “i said don’t stop sucking.”

you went back to diving your mouth around his cock. your nose touching his pubes while he ate you out. you both were doing 69.

you couldn't contain your moans as his fingers grabbed a hold of your ass cheeks, spreading them as he licked at your delicious cunt. he spat on it and open mouthed kiss it. his tongue swiping from your clit to your hole, diving his tongue inside your hole, in and out, fucking you with his tongue. you didn’t stop gurgling around his cock, spitting on his swollen head.

that’s when a knock was on the door.

“fuck,” you said as you tried to get off but byakuya had a hold on you. surely he heard the door? you bit your lip as you sat on his face, trying not to but you couldn’t help it but ride his face. loving the friction of his nose pressing your sensitive clit and his slobber and spit all over your wet fat pussy.

“babe? hello? i think i’m sober. i was wondering if you want to go get a bite? are you in there? shit are you getting reprimanded, damn. i’m sorry babe. i promise i’ll make it up to you if you get suspended. just hope it’s not that bad. i’m gonna go though and get some cake and i’ll meet you up in the car.”

you couldn't help but jump on byakuya’s face as his tongue dived in and out of your hole. your hand was covering your mouth, you were almost crying cumming. to think that your boyfriend was talking to you not knowing your pussy was literally being eaten out by your professor. byakuya slapped your ass. you listened to hear your boyfriend leave and that's when you let go a scream. “fuck! right there professor. right there! oh my god don’t stop. your tongue feels so good inside me!” you uncontrollably grinded his face. almost there.

you again deep throated byakuya, feeling him hit the back of your throat. you could tell he was almost there. in sync, you orgasmed. feeling the wetness come out between your fold and byakuya drinking and sucking all your juices. “right there baby. i’m gonna cum.” white spurts came out of byakuya and spiked inside your mouth, you drank him all up. he tasted way better than your boyfriend. he was the best fuck you ever had.

“shit, fuck,” byakuya groaned and you saw his chin glistening with your juices.

you tickled his tip and put his cream in your mouth like it was whip cream, “mmm delicious.”

“you’re a naughty bunny, aren’t you?”

you giggled cutely. i thought you realized that already, mr.”

#cry baby *🧸*#bleach smut #bleach x reader #byakuya smut #byakuya kuchiki smut #byakuya kuchiki x reader #byakuya x reader #bleach byakuya #byakuya x you #byakuya bleach #byakuya x y/n #bleach x you #bleach x reader smut #bleach x y/n #kuchiki byakuya x reader #kuchiki byakuya x you #kuchiki byakuya smut

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torchickentacos · 4 months

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Sad that we don’t see as much Zuki activity on tumblr as we used to but that’s how the whole atla fandom has been lately. I’m glad you ship them tho!

Do you have any spicy Zuki headcanons you’d like to share? 👀 If not that’s fine! Just curious.

Hi anon! God, I haven't been in the ATLA fandom for a long while now, goes to show how dead the zuki fandom is if you're coming to me for it 😭😭😭Rarepair so rare you have to go to an entirely different fandom's blog for your ship. Sad. BUT I APPRECIATE YOU COMING TO ME SO MUCH!!! I am a pokeani blog in spirit but a whateverthefuck/multipurpose blog in practice. I will say though, spicy headcanons are kinda far out of my wheelhouse, and also that fandom's age-up discourse (and everything else discourse) terrifies me so I'm not touching that with a ten foot pole tbh, BUT I can always give other stuff! Ramble under cut.

So, I think I'll just ramble instead of spicy headcanons- one INCREDIBLY FUNNY aspect of Zuki to me is that, in the comics, Suki's kind of giving 'I can fix him', ngl. BUT SHE ACTUALLY CAN, THAT'S THE THING. It's so interesting to me because canon Zuki in the comics is very much founded on that bodyguard/royalty dynamic trust- they have to trust each other with their life if they're going to do the whole bodyguard thing well. And from that trust comes Suki's trust in Zuko as a PERSON. Even when LTIERALLY THE ENTIRE GAANG is like 'ehhh idk he kinda sucks again', Suki's the one who's like 'can you guys chill for .5 seconds and trust him? look at him. he's sad. he needs therapy, not to be killed'.

I think Zuki just WORKS because of that trust. And FROM THAT TRUST, she actually is one of the key reasons they're able to help bring him back from the path he goes down in the comics (which i have not read in forever so pardon innacuracies). So, SHE ACTUALLY CAN FIX HIM. /half joking because obviously it was a ton of his own internal work and growth, but like, from a shitposter's perspective, #icanfixhim.

And that trust goes the other way around the entire way. Not only in Zuko trusting the kyoshi warriors to keep him alive, but Zuko also actually TALKS to Suki and opens up to her in the comics. ZUKO. OPENS UP. TO SOMEONE. AND TALKS TO THEM. AND COMMUNICATES. TO THEM. obviously he trusts her as a bodyguard and a friend IMMENSELY, which provides that super good foundation for something more. He feels safe around her, physically and emotionally, which I think is an incredibly rare honor. (lol, honor. zuko. ykwim. )

I just like bodyguard royalty ships tbh, I'm also a zelink hoe (my main three ships have always been zuki/zelink/contestshipping. not sure what that says about me tbh, other than 'likes m/f but undeniably bisexual ships'), but like, despite being a rarepair, the comics gave us a GOOD DAMN BASIS FOR IT!!!! IT'S ABOUT THE TRUST! THE VULNERABILITY!!!! ramble over, ty for listening to my ted talk.

#zuki #i am nottttt putting this in the main fandom tag dkjfhskdhf. that fandom scared me off ngl #i'm happier sitting here through am*urshipping discourse than kat*ang discourse. sorry.#i picked my poison with pok*ani lmfao. it's shockingly EASIER to avoid ship arguments here tbh #censoring so this only gets in the zuki tag i hope

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dullahanblorboposting · 4 months

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Acceptable change: fixing the Gale bug so that when you ask him to give you a moment in order to go and grab a magic item for him from a chest, you can actually do that. Sounds like a true bug impacting gameplay. Makes logical sense as well because waiting an additional minute for the item seems a lot more logical than permanently leaving the party in which case he would definitely not be getting any magical item, hastily screwing himself over.

Unnecessary change but not too bothersome: Giving Lae'zel a less harsh dismissal dialogue as her approval of you increases. Not a bug but the other characters dialog changes as they like you more right? So I see why they'd want to include the same for Lae'zel. Now, does it feel in character? Ehhh honestly debatable.

Unacceptable change: LARIAN GIVE ME BACK THE ORIGINAL FRANC PEARTREE LETTER RIGHT NOW. WHYYYYY would you change a COMPLETELY inconsequential letter that is so so small?? It provided such good characterization to a largely neglected MAJOR ANTAGONIST. Let Gortash be flirty and fruity and just so extra about wooing people. Let him write frilly pretty words to Franc let us have that insight to his character!! The new letters are so bland in comparison I hate it this is not my Gortash!! I'm throwing up!!

You can rip the slithering wet malice from my cold dead hands

#headcanon tht these are rewrites by Gortash and he did originally write the slithering wet malice version too #before deciding it was perhaps too heavy handed or something and trashing it 😤#and pretending my durge still finds both versions because i refuse to let that Gort characterization go #reading that letter in his voice was an EXPERIENCE damnit #the time spent on that letter could have been spent ADDING MORE GORT AND ORIN CONTENT #please. there are many things baout act 3 that can be improved. fruity gortash aint it 😭#gortash #bg3 #anyway sorry if im wrong about the context of the Gale and Laezel changes? but this is the impression i had after reading up about them

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strawberryfairi · 23 days

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“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)🛑Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

w.c. 2.1k💠 Released April 5, 2024

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CHAPTER 11; JUST A KISS

It's been five hours since Kazutora showed up at your doorstep earlier this morning. At this point you've taken your hair out and styled it as a braid out, and completed the rest of your usual morning routine. Since it's the weekend and you're officially staying inside all day, you kept on your pajamas. They're cute so why not, and the whole vibe is giving sleepover anyways. The two of you did nothing but talk and laugh, catching one another up on life. You learned he's been working at a pet shop with one of his old friends since he's been out of jail. He's always thought cats were cute so it made sense to you as soon as he brought the news.

When you weren't chatting, the two of you would just lie near each other on your bed in a tranquil silence until another conversation naturally sparked up, just like right now. "So..." Kazutora started, laying on his back looking up at the ceiling. "So?" You furrow your brows a bit, turning to rest your head on your palm as your elbow lifted you up to look at him. "Don't take this the wrong way but...I've kinda been assuming you must have a boyfriend or fiancée now, right? Do you two live together?"

You sighed, wincing a little at his innocent questions. "Yeaaaah...actually, I'm single now." You clarify a bit awkwardly. "Now?" He questions, rolling over on his side to face you. "Yup, now. We broke up a while ago, and we didn't really last all that long. Just a bit over a year." You huff, recalling the memories of the unnecessarily dramatic breakup. "Was he your only boyfriend?" He asks curiously. "No, I've had four since high school." You share plainly. Kazutora's heart drops to his feet. Four?! Since high school?! What did that mean?! You were with someone all the way back in high school?! It had to have been after he left!

"I guess that makes sense. You've always been...pretty." He murmurs, looking to the side in attempt to hide the disappointment behind his eyes. You really went and outlived him experience-wise. You've had so many boyfriends while he hasn't even had one single girlfriend. You're the only girl he's ever kissed and even that was just a one-time thing.

"They were trash, honestly. It seems the older I get the worse I pick. Only one was ever genuinely good to me, he just...wasn't right for me if that makes sense. We weren't even actually together, but-you know what? You don't need to be bothered by my sorry ass love life." You sigh, falling backwards onto your back. "No no, I don't mind." He shakes his head.

He actually minded a lot. He was extremely jealous of every single one of these guys even though he firstly had zero clue who they were and second you had clearly stated they weren't great guys. You roll back onto your side, eyes fixed on Kazutora's long hair. "Ehhh, it's whatever. I'm glad at least I have you again! Had I still been with my ex right now I would've never been able to do this with you." You smile softly, fingers gently running through his soft hair.

"Perfect timing I guess." He shrugs.

"I think you've always had perfect timing actually. Like the night we met and you came and beat the crap outta that college dude." You murmur, becoming fully entranced in playing with his hair at this point.

Kazutora hums in response, eyes slightly closing as he feels you play with his hair. He grabs your hand and pulls it directly on top of his head, signaling that he wanted you to massage his scalp. You let out a breathy chuckle, giving him what he wants. The corners of his lips slightly tug upwards as he lets out a satisfied sigh, leaning over and pushing you down onto your back on the bed by your chest. A noise of shock leaves your lips as you look up at him with wide eyes. Then, he lays his head down on your chest, right by your heart as he places your hand back on top of his head. Gosh, you thought he was gonna do something else. You shake your head, going back to massaging his scalp the way he likes. Something about this felt extremely different from when the two of you were younger.

"Would you really think of me all this time?" He mumbles, his tone soft yet somber. You furrow your brows at the random question. "Yeah. I already told you I'd think about you." You chuckle a little, figuring he must have wanted to just hear it again. "What would you think about me; specifically?" He asks cautiously. "Specifically? I mean, I'd think of all kinds of things. The haunted house, when you'd take me out riding on your motorcycle at night, the night we met, everything." You shrug, unable to really think of anything else.

He sighs deeply, seeming to not really like your answer, making you furrow your brows again in a mix of confusion and slight concern.

"What?" You ask.

"...Nothing." He murmurs shortly.

"Kazi..." You say in a warning tone.

"It's just...when we were at the haunted house that one night, do you remember...when we kissed?" He asks cautiously, keeping his eyes closed. Your hand involuntarily freezes in his hair, your heart doing the same as you replay his words over and over again. "Uhhh, yeah I do. It was my first kiss actually." You reply with a bashful chuckle, trying to maintain your calm tone.

"Mine too. Did you-..did you like it? When I kissed you?" He asks, lifting his head and leaning up over you to look at you. "...Mhm." You respond with a nod, feeling your face rapidly starting to heat up. You had a slight sense based off of earlier that he might have some romantic feelings somewhere in there for you but you weren't expecting him to do something like this so fast. His eyes light up like a Christmas tree at your response as he looks to the side deep in thought. "Why are you askin' me this?" You question softly, cupping his face with a hand and turning his head back towards you. Silence falls right between you two, your gesture unintentionally causing you both to become lost in each others eyes. You both knew that you knew exactly why he asked you that. It's the same reason you brought up the haunted house earlier in the first place.

Hesitantly, you start to pull him closer, forcing him to move himself further on top of you in order to follow your movements. He swallows nervously, eyes catching the way yours shift down to his lips. His face quickly shades deep pink, catching on to what you were wanting to do. His mouth opens and closes, trying to form some sort of coherent sentence.

"I-I-..I was just-I-

Your soft laughter cuts off his random stuttering, making him shut his mouth. In one swift movement you let yourself fall onto your back, suddenly bringing him fully on top of you. Kazutora uses his hands to stop himself, each one on either side of your head. Nervously, he chews on his bottom lip, eyes darting all over the place. "Did you ask because you want to do it again?" You question, your tone soft and flirty as you wrap your arms around his neck. You send an intense shiver down his spine, his heart feels like it's about to explode. All he could muster was a slight nod. His bashfulness was doing something to you right now. The way he could barely look at you, but once he does he's completely entranced. It's the sweetest thing.

"Is that a yes?" You raise a brow slightly in amusement. He gives you a choked out "yes", unconsciously leaning down closer. You take that as the perfect opportunity, using your arms around his neck to gently pull him closer, enough to where your lips were just barely touching. His hair creates a curtain around the two of you, some strands lightly tickling your cheeks. "Then kiss me." You urge, eyes filled with desire. Without a second thought, he closes the thin gap, pressing his lips against yours desperately. Instantly you let out a soft sigh, placing a hand in his hair as the other cups his face, kissing him back with just as much need. Your lips move together slowly, as if they were recognizing each other after all this time. His lips feel perfect, so soft and smooth, even better than back then. He's addictive.

Slowly the two of you pull away, catching your breath. Kazutora's blushing up to his ears, yet his eyes look at you with a hunger you've never seen. "Can we do it again?" He asks in a low tone.

"You don't have to ask, K." You chuckle, eyes already fixed on his lips as you pull him into another kiss. This one is much more intense than the first. Both hands cup his face as you move your lips against his a bit faster. Your body temperature was rising quickly, and your breathing became slightly heavier. You needed more. Taking full control of the kiss you coax his mouth open, letting your tongue explore him a bit further. He lets out a little noise of surprise, struggling to keep up. Abruptly you pull away once again, looking up at him with a frown.

"You don't wanna touch me?" You tilt your head to the side. This whole time it was just you touching him, his hands just stayed put right on either side of your head.

"I-I didn't know if you wanted me to." He says nervously.

"If I wanted you to, would you?" You ask playfully, running your hands down his sides then pulling him against you by his waist. A short gasp leaves his lips at your boldness, your bodies were touching now, touching in places he's never felt before. You smile softly, bringing him into another kiss. He was eager this time to feel your tongue again, so instantly he opens his mouth, brushing his tongue against your bottom lip gently. Your tongues dance with one another in a passionate kiss, your hand slowly reaching for his arm. Taking his hand, you place it on your cheek to start.

Your hands travel up and down his torso, taking your time as you finally get to touch him. He's always been muscular, but now he's much more filled out. You trail from his shoulders down his back, feeling the way he shivers in response, then make your way to his stomach. The feeling of his abs under your fingertips excited you an indecent amount. You were doing younger you such a huge favor, as she'd always fantasize about what he'd feel like. Just then, you feel him start to harden up underneath his pants, a tent pressing against you making your heart, and admittedly, your pussy flutter.

Abruptly, Kazutora pulls away, eyes fearful and wide. His random movement making you jump a little. "I'm so sorry!" He says frantically, attempting to get off of you but you grab his arms, keeping him still. "No no, it's ok! I don't mind at all." You assure with a light chuckle. He's so innocent and nervous, it's adorable, looking at you all unsure and embarrassed. "We're just kissing. You don't have to be so jumpy." You cup his face in your hands. "But-..but-

You cut him off, pulling him down again and bringing your lips to his ear. "I mean...I like that I can get you like this from just a kiss. It's really cute." You purr sensually, moving back so you could see his reaction. His entire face had gone red, innocent eyes wide as his mind malfunctions while trying to process your words.

"I-..I wanna take you out!" He blurts out abruptly, catching you completely off guard. "On a date; together." He finishes awkwardly, blushing his head off. "Well I mean I figured it'd be together" You chuckle softly, "What's making you say this all of a sudden?"

"It's not all of a sudden. I've wanted to go on a date with you for the longest time. I think-..shouldn't I take you out on a date first before we do things like this? That's how I'm supposed to do it right?" He asks innocently. He's just too adorable, ughh gosh. You didn't want to say no since honestly you like his more traditional way of thinking when it comes to this.

"You're right. I'd love to go on a date with you." You smile softly, leaning up and giving him a small peck on the cheek. For a moment he looks surprised, shocked that you'd agreed so easily, then a wide smile spreads across his lips.

"Really?!" He beams cutely.

"Yes, Kazutora." You chuckle, shaking your head at his excitement.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Stop it's literally disrespectful how short this chapter is I feel terrible😭 BUT, if you want, comment and let me know if I should double post and have chapter 12 out tomorrow.

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SR Malleus Draconia Lab Coat Personal Story: Part 1

"Allow me to reward you"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Botanical Garden – Temperate Zone]

Cater: Hmm, where oh where is the little duskweed-chan～

Cater: Man, Crewel-sensei sure does make it hard on us, telling us to go find our own ingredients for the experiment.

Cater: Malleus-kun, your class has the same assignment, right? You having any luck finding the herbs you need?

Malleus: I only have the fireweed left to find. It seems they can be found in the subtropical zone, so I shall harvest them there.

Cater: Ah! Wait, around this time, the subtropical zone is…

[Botanical Garden – Subtropical Zone]

Malleus: …Oh.

Cater: Oh man, I was a little too late…

Malleus: What is this, Diamond? Water suddenly started spraying everywhere.

Cater: That's a sprinkler. They're there to simulate rain to help water the plants.

Cater: This zone has designated squall times, in order to mimic closely a real subtropical place. You didn't know?

Malleus: …

Cater: Man, your lab coat is drenched. You okay?

Malleus: I can dry off with magic quick enough. There is no issue… Ah!

Cater: Hm? What's wrong, why're you panicking all of a sudden? Did you have your phone in your pocket?

Malleus: No, nothing like that.

Cater: What's that… A watch? No. Huh? …Wait, is that a…

Malleus: This is something that Lilia brought home as a gift for me from another country.

Malleus: I had taken quite the liking to this thing… I did not intend to get water on it.

Malleus: …Ah. It is no longer working. And I had been taking care of it for some time now.

Cater: Yeah, I bet it'd be hard to find another of that if it breaks. I don't think I've ever seen it sold in stores, even.

Malleus: …

Cater: But I bet you can fix it with magic, can't you?

Malleus: …This little thing is not a magical device, it is purely mechanical.

Malleus: I do not know much about technology. I cannot fix something I do not understand.

Malleus: ….........

Cater: I see… Hey, huh? Malleus-kun, did that hurt you that much? You seem real down.

Cater: Hmmm. But, yeah, I guess I'd get it, if it was something you really treasured.

Malleus: …Diamond, do you know anyone who may be able to repair it?

Cater: Repair it? Yeah, I mean, when it comes to devices like that, the first person that'd pop into my head would be Idia-kun, but…

Cater: I'm pretty sure he'd run away if you reached out to him, so… Who's more realistic…? Hmm…

Cater: Ah! What about Deuce-chan from my dorm?

Malleus: Deuce?

Cater: Yeah, Deuce Spade. He's a first year in Heartslabyul. Apparently, he's actually pretty good at tinkering with stuff.

Cater: I just learned about it recently, myself. We had an audio system in the lounge that wasn't working, and he fixed it for us～

Malleus: I see… Good to know. What class is Spade in?

Cater: I'm pretty sure he's in Class 1-A.

[class chime ♪]

Cater: Hey, Malleus-kun, where're you going? Wait, you're not…

Malleus: I shall go call upon Spade. After all, they do say one should strike while the iron is hot.

Cater: Eh, really? But if you suddenly appear in front of the first-year classroom…

[Malleus disappears]

Cater: Ah, fast! He's already gone!

Cater: …Oops, Deuce-chan, forgive me ♪

[Classroom]

Classmate A: H-Hey, Deuce… I was just told out in the hallway to come get you…

Deuce: Me? By who?

Classmate A: That's the thing… It… It's Malleus Draconia!

Deuce: Ehhh!?

Classmate B: Th-That Malleus Draconia!? The guy who's one of the top five mages in the world?

Classmate C: I heard that he's descended from fae, and when he gets angry, he'll transform into a dragon and breathe fire…

Classmate D: Why would the Dorm Leader of Diasomnia come all this way to one of the first-year classrooms!? You gotta be kidding me!

Ace: Deuce… What kind of stupid thing did you do to get called out by a super scary upperclassman?

Deuce: I don't know! There's no reason he'd need to call me out, uh… Well, no real reason.

Ace: What, so there really is a reason?

Deuce: But if he's calling me out by name, and run away instead… That'd make me a huge coward. That's not what a real man does.

Deuce: I'm sure Draconia-senpai feels the same, and that's why he called me out in a fair and square way. I just gotta grit my teeth and take him on.

Ace: There it is, Deuce's delinquent side. If you don't know why he's asking for you, you probably shouldn't go, though.

Deuce: Ace, I don't need your help. Well… Maybe you can at least pick up my pieces afterwards.

Ace: I mean, I wasn't gonna help you in the first place, but… Aaaand he's gone.

Ace: Deuce… I'll never forget you.

Classmates: [nod, nod]

[Interior Hallway]

Malleus: So, Spade, you came.

Malleus: Let's move to somewhere quieter. Follow me.

Deuce: …Right.

Part 1 (Part 2)

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The One Chip Challenge

(Ya'll know the One Chip Challenge 😝 let's do punk flower reactions)

Gabriella happily got the boxes she order from the website being super excited. The twelve year old giggles, "Papá! Papá! It finally came! Can you let Miles know?" She shows her box filled with Paqui Chip Challenge.

"Gabi, mi vida... what did you order?" He lifts one of the boxes, "Spicy Chip... Carolina Reaper..." He looks at his daughter.

"I made a bet with Billie, Mayday and Gerald! We're gonna see who will win and the winner gets a big bucket of candy!" Gabriella happily said. "Please, call Miles and Peter! We made bets."

"Your not planning to eat this?"

"No way! It's super spicy! We were gonna make Miles, Tío Peter, Tía Jess try it!" She answers. "But I'm gonna win because he can handle spicy food!"

"And who would that be?" Miguel asked.

"You Papá!" She reaches her hands out as presenting him, "You can do it!"

Miguel isn't one to let his daughter down, then he gave a soft smile, "Alright."

"Yay! Now, call them!"

"Alright!"

At the cafeteria everyone set up for the One Chip Challenge. Mayday bounces with laughter, "I can't believe we trick them into doing this."

"Shh! They can't find out!" Gerald hushes her.

Billie happily wore her brother's Spider-man symbol shirt, "Go hermano!" The kid happily jumps up and down.

Miles sighs sitting on the table where the sign is placed, A lot of Spider-heroes came by to watch. "I hope I can do this." He said to himself.

"Don't worry, luv. I'm here for moral support." The punker grins at his boyfriend.

"You sure you don't want to try?" His Sunflower asked him.

Hobie eyes on the chip challenge, then Billie mocks, "He won't do it. He's chicken! Bak! BAK! BAK!" She teases him, "he's a scaredy cat, Miles!" She went over to snuggle her big brother.

Hobie frowns, "Luv, your gonna let her talk to-" Miles picks up his little sister to snuggle her, "Your right, Billie." He casually mocks his boyfriend, "The Hobie, I know wouldn't back down a challenge." Their big eyes battering at Spider-Punk, it hit a nerve.

"Alright, good manipulation tactic. Both Morales tryin' to get me to join, eh?" The Punker grins widely as he sat next to his boyfriend, "But let's make it interesting, Sunflower. A bet between me and you."

"Oh?" Miles snorted, "What is it?"

"Winner gets the loser to do whatever the winner wants." Hobie smirks widely showing off his teeth.

Miles rubs his chin, while Billie rests her head on her brother's chest. She gasps, "Miles! Miles!" She waves her hand for him to lean over for her to whisper, "Papá been wanting someone to clean the closet!"

"Ohhh, right." Miles giggles along his sister, "I do need someone to clean some things."

"Now, that's bollicks. I was hoping you would prefer some romance." Hobie frowns then grins, "No matter, I'll win. I've been wanting you to try on a certain piece of fabric..."

"Oh god, bae!" His boyfriend scoffs, his punker had sexually intentions, which isn't surprising.

"OHHH! The One Chip Challenge! I've been wanting to try it!" Pavtri happily sign up, "Come on, Gwen! Try it!"

"Ehhh, I don't know if you guys know, but I'm white..." She eyes at the challenge, "Spicy food doesn't work-" The four looked at each other and shouted, "CHICKEN! BAK! BAK! BAK!" Billie folding her arms to mimic chicken wings.

Gwen scowls, "FINE! But if I die, I'm haunting all of you jerks!"

"Yay! Gwen is joining. Wow, Gerald, you're so smart. how did you know?" Gabriella said to her friend.

Mayday nodded, "Yeah, how?"

"Easy. Chain of reaction! Since they're friends, they like to do things together." Gerald fixes his glasses with a smirk.

Jess finished setting up, "Okay, everyone ready?" She wore a white shirt with red words printed on, 'Keeping it Spicy'. Miguel and Peter came by wearing the same shirt over their Spider-man suit.

The younger Spider-heroes looks at them. "What's with the shirt?" Gwen asked.

"Awe, I want one!" Pavtri pouts, "It's so cute!"

Sun Spider came by handing them out, "Anyone want one? Ben made these and Petra had printmaking classes. So we got a lot." The young Spider-heroes got their shirts.

Hobie ripped his own into slashes and ripped sleeves. Miles had his oversize. Gwen tied her oversize shirt to a side bow knot on her hip. Pavtri got a shirt that perfectly fit him to show off his buff body.

"Billie, your not gonna wear yours?"

"No, I want this on." She pointed at her black shirt with her brother's red Spider-man symbol, "Mimi."

"Awweee, Billie. You're my number one fan! I love you so much, Boo-Boo!" Miles snuggles and kisses his four year old sister's cheek. "So cute!"

"Hahaha! I am!" She grins widely at Hobie.

The Punker pouts as he leans over, "LUV! WHAT ABOUT MEEEE!" He whines wanting his boyfriend to show him love.

"Okay, everyone gather around!" Lupe got the microphone, "We have some brave Spider-heroes trying the one Chip Challenge. If ya'll don't know, the One Chip Challenge is a spicy chip made from Carolina Reaper peppers, and Naga Viper peppers- Jesus, that's spicy." She read her note cards. "Anyway, the goal is who ever last for five minutes without food or drinks is the winner and they win... what do they win?" She looks at them.

"Aye, Pendeja, didn't you read the last note?" Miguel 660 asked out loud at Lupe.

Miguel 928 face palm at the two, he shook his head as he sat down next to Peter. The row went from left to right; Miguel, Peter, Jess, Pavtri, Gwen, Miles and Hobie.

Lupe scowls at the redhead Miguel O'Hara, "Where? It doesn't say, and don't call me, stupid, jerk." The variant went over to read it.

" It said right here! Puta, vieja! Can't you read? They win a month off of Graveyard shift and get first dibs on Level one missions!" He said out loud. The crowd Oohed at the prizes.

"Ohhh! No way!" Miles' eyes gleam, he misses his sleep. To skip a month of graveyard shift would be amazing.

"Finally a win, i can get behind." Hobie grunts.

Jess said, "Now, that's the dream."

"Great idea, Mig." Peter said to his friend.

Miguel crosses his arms, "It's something worth wild, instead of burning our stomachs." Then he turns to find his daughter happily giving him a thumbs up. Well, that was enough for him.

Billie pouts as her brother put her down, "No! Hugs!" She whines.

"Boo-boo, the challenge is gonna start."

"Yeah, lil Boo. Don't worry, I'll take care of him." Hobie smirks at her.

"No! Only me!" She frowns.

Miles kisses her on the cheek, "Don't worry. When this is over, I'll give you all the hugs you want!"

"Yay!" She happily went over to her friend being excited. "Go Miles! GO!"

Lupe and Miguel 660 were arguing with each other already on each other nerves. The Spider-woman did a head lock on the redheaded Miguel, "Hilo de su puta madre!" He curses at her. She flips him over as the two were already wrestling with each other causing another crowd around them.

Miguel 928 stares at them being so annoyed, "Seriously! AYE STOP IT!"

Sun Spider took the microphone, "Uhhh, ignore that!" She nervously chuckles, "Um... anyway, one three Ben will ring the bell and the challenge will start. Ready?"

"Oh gosh, I hope they'll be okay..." Billie 1613 said to Gabriel 660 who was embarrassed by his dad fighting like a child. "That chip sounded so spicy."

"Yeah, it does-" He stops when he saw his dad being flipped again and Lupe jumps as she elbows his side. "OH SHIT! DAD!"

"I'm good!" Miguel grunts in pain as he grabs Lupe having to head lock her.

"Set!"

All the variants watching, "Oh I can't wait to see who'll win!" Peni said.

"Right. I'll be cheering on Gwen." Margo giggles, "She needs the support."

"Team Pav." Peni hums, "He can handle spicy food."

Miles 43 said to Miles 2020, "This is gonna be fun." The triplets watching having to be held by their parents.

Miles 2020 nodded, "Right." He holds two of his kids while his husband holds one.

"Oh maybe, we should try it, bae!" Deadpool said to his Spider-man.

"No way! Spicy food doesn't do well for both of us, Wade!" Peter 616b said.

"GO!" Ben ring the bells having the Spider-heroes sitting by the white table with the one chip in front of them. The chip had a dark unnatural color to it, and it had a funky smell. Everyone that's involve with the challenge quickly ate their chip while the crowd around them cheer them on.

"WHOOO!"

"Go MILES!" Billie cheers for her brother.

"Go MOM!" Gerald shouted.

Mayday screams, "Go dad!

"GO PAPÁ!" Gabriella cheered.

They all ate up their chip, then they waited. It wasn't long till the spiciness of the chip left a hot burning sensation on their mouths. They all sat in place trying to handle the first seconds. Jess inhales and exhales, "Wow, that stuff is hot!"

"Ohh, that-that- burns! Oh god," Peter stuck his tongue out as he waves his hands, "Oh my god! Oh my god, that's really burning!" Sweat started to show on his face which surprised Jess.

Miguel had his arms crossed trying to maintain his composure, "A la chigada!" He mutters not expecting it to be so hot, he thought he could handle it.

Pavtri happily smack his lips, "Mmm, it got a smokey flavor!"

Gwen shaking her legs trying to focus on anything but her burning mouth. Her pale face already turning red like a cartoon would, sweat droplets form, and her lip quivers. She breathes heavily, "Shitshitshit! This shit is fucking hot!" She stomp on the floor feeling the peppers burning like sharp gashes and the spicy taste didn't settle well with her stomach. In fact, she's breathing faster, heart beating very fast.

"Go GWEN!" Margo claps as she cheers her on, "You got this, baby!"

Miles gave a hiss like inhale with his hands fidgeting together, "Shit, man. This is so damn spicy!"

"Not bad..." Hobie merely mutters lowly.

His boyfriend quickly look at him, "Really?"

"Yeah..." The punker didn't say much words, which is very weird and so none-brand of him.

Pavtri giggles, "Are you guys doing good? It's slowly getting to me." He smacks his lips feeling unbothered.

Gwen felt like she's about to claw her tongue off. SunSpider spoke on the microphone, "We got cold milk, ice cream, soda, water, and ice!" She reminded them of the other booth where Ben and Kaine had the items for them.

This made Gwen to fidget on her seat, snot coming out of her nose. "Gwen, you okay! You don't look too good..." Miles said with worried.

"This shit is worse than graveyard shift! Fuck this!" She got up in a hurry, "I need ice cream! ITS BURNS!" She screams.

"ME TOO! I CAN'T HANDLE THIS! OH GOD! OH GOD! MY MOUTH IS ON FIRE!" Peter already dripping in sweat with tears running down his face. Mouth drips of salvia as he fumble out of his seat almost knocking Miguel out of his own seat. "MOVE MIG! GEEZ!"

Jess burst out laughing trying to focus on Peter instead of her mouth being tortured. Miguel glares at Peter.

The two Spider-heroes rushes over to Ben and Kaine having to fight over the tubs of ice cream and galloon of milk. Gwen shoving ice cream into her mouth while Peter chugs a gallon of milk. The two ate very messy letting their shirt get covered by ice cream and milk.

"AHHH! AHHH! UGHHH! AHHH!" Peter tries to shoot it off, he shakes his head trying to have some control.

Gwen freaking out, "ITS NOT WORKING! ITS STILL HOT! I NEED ICE!" She shove ice into her mouth having tears coming down her cheek.

"I need more ice cream!" Peter freaking out.

Mayday laughs, "Dad, are you gonna be okay?"

"Yes, honey! Daddy is just questioning his life choices." He shoves ice cream into his mouth.

Some of the crowd laughs at the scene. "Oh I hope they're okay. I heard you lose your taste buds that way." Kitty said to Maria 982.

"They'll be fine." Maria grunts, "They should've known better to try a ridiculous game!"

Lupe came having her suit a bit tussled, "Hey, what did I miss?"

"Hehehe, why you and Miguel 660 had to fight?" Kitty giggles.

"He started it." She pouted then whines, "Maria hold me! I need a strong independent woman!" She snuggles Maria with her face in the muscular Spider-woman's chest.

"There. There. Miguel 660 is always starting shit." She sighs at her fellow Spider-heroes.

Miguel 660 got a bloody nose from being punched, but it didn't hurt. He went over to the other Spider-men, "What did I mess?"

"Geez, you two need to stop fighting." Petie winced.

Alpha grunts, "Your gonna get killed."

"Dad, you okay?" Gabriel asked his dad.

"Yeah, just minor hits."

They all look at him confused.

Back at the main five, they were trying to maintain their sanity. Jess claps her hands together, "That stuff is hot! Oh my god." She could feel sweat coming on to her.

"We have four minutes left." Sun Spider watches the timer.

Jess claps her hands again, "Oh my- Ohhh, Ahhh!" She felt the linger taste making her sharply inhale.

Miguel started to cough, it's like the longer they wait, the worse the spicy tastes last. He felt his eyes watered, "Ahh!" He breathes out trying to shake it off.

"You got this papá." Gabriella cheers him off.

He smiles at her, then he tries to relax by reciting the number pi. Miles' legs shakes again while his eyes watered, and nose drip with snot. "Ugh! It's so hot! AHH! Fuck!" He said.

Hobie sat with his arms crossed, with a few words, "Tis not hot." He mumbles.

His Sunflower looks at him sweeten, his whole face glisten with sweat. "Bae, it's spicy!"

"Nah, its-" Sun Spider said into the microphone, "Three minutes and forty seconds." That made Hobie head turned so fast, he thought it was already two minutes left.

"Nah, weh yuh seh?" Hobie's Jamaican accent coming out as he got up trying to focus. "Bumbo, mi mowth is burnin'! Tis nuthin' like peppers I grew up, mon."

Miles giggles, "Bae. Bae, calm down. Your going full Jamaican on me."

"Boonununus, yuh got a lot of nerve to teh mi to calm down." He spoke at his Sunflower, he holds onto the metal chair leaning forward trying to ease his focus.

"Mi amor, it's okay! Come sit back down." At least this made Miles focus on his man instead of the flavors lingering in his mouth. He sniffles feeling his snot coming down.

Pavtri giggles then inhale slowly, "Yeah, I'm feeling it. It lingers on the throat to." He clears his throat.

Hobie already coughing as he sniffs fighting his own demons. "Bombaclaat! It's ha-ahtt-er than peh-pur!" He could feel his eyeliner running, his hand wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Miles sat in spot with his leg shaking and his hands together, "This shit is built different! Ahh!" He sticks his tongue out trying to ease the heat.

"Go Miles!" Billie cheers on him.

Jess shook her head as she got up with her fingers wagging, "Nope! I can't." She let out a cough already sweating and trembling from the amount of heat burning her tongue. "Mm-mmm! It's too hot!" She rushes over to the stand to get herself a cup of crush ice to eat.

Gwen and Peter on the floor looking like they passed out from the stress of the spicy chip. They were still sweating from it. "Can we get a medic for these two?" Jess chews on her ice.

Mayday went over to check on her dad, "He'll be okay! He gets like that when he over eats pizza!"

Miguel got up to start doing push ups feeling sweat dripping from the side of his face. Hobie moves back and forth cursing up a storm, "Yuh tell mi one mor thing- Bombaclaat! Suck yeh mudda!" He mumbles as he walks back and forth.

Miles had tears coming down his cheek, "Ugh, the chip is so damn- Argh!" He felt his nosy running, went to grab a napkin to sneeze. "Ugh!" He coughs feeling the spicy specks ticking the back of his throat. "Shit I'm sweatin'!" He fan himself with his right hand.

Pavtri mainly sway side to side not being bothered, "It's getting there." He could feel the spicy tingles on his tongue.

Meanwhile, Hobie did a jog back and forth trying to focus on anything. Jess chewing ice while her son hugs her leg. "You okay, mamá?" He asked being worried at how his mom kept chewing ice and drinking cold water.

His mother rub his back, "I'm okay, papa! I'm worry about these two." She slightly lift her hand that's holding her cup of ice at Hobie and Miguel. The two men were working out trying to focus anything but the spicy food.

Gerald looks back at Gwen with a medic while Margo holds a tub of ice cream lecturing her, "Now, you know damn well that you can't handle spicy food? Why did you do this challenge?"

Mayday fanning her dad, who's still cherry red as he had a medic checking his breathing while he had ice in his mouth. "It's okay daddy. You can't handle spicy food."

Billie and Gabriella chewing on their relatives. "Go big bro!" Billie claps with her tiny body jumping up and down.

"You can do it, Papá!" Gabriella smiles happily.

Ben whispers in Kaine's ear, "Miguel, doesn't look too good."

"I know. I was thinking the same thing." He agreed, "Rest in Peace to those toilets... the same way it comes in, it's the same way it's gonna come out." Kaine winced at how KO his fellow Spider-heroes looked.

Sun Spider hold the microphone, "Three minutes left."

That made Hobie turns around, "No-NO! Yuh chummy! Ain't no wey dats bloody three minutes! Bunch of Bollicks! Bombaclaat!" He wipes his sweaty face with the white ripped t-shirt leaving eyeliner and black lipstick stains.

Miles took his boyfriend's hand, "Bae. Bae." Being in a calm tone, "Relax. Your..." He giggles, "Your speaking British and Jamaican all around." It's funny to see how quick his boyfriend's accents are jumping around.

"Nah, luv. This is bloody worse than giving up smokin'." His nostrils flare having snot coming out. "Bloody hell! Sunflower, how are you okay?"

"I'm not... I'm slowly dying inside." Miles maintain his bright smile while mentally screaming to himself.

Pavtri giggles, "I'm okay!"

"Yes, we know!" Hobie shouted out loud as he looks over at Margo handing Gwen a tub of ice. "I don't even like milk!"

"Awe, bae. Gonna quit?"

"Nah, I got this!" He saw the way Miguel sat back down trying to focus.

"Nah, this shit is built different." Miguel's brother Gabriel 928 came by to watch,he took a piece of chip to sniff. It had a funny smell like funky and savory.

Miguel snap at his younger brother, "Don't eat it!"

He tries it, then started coughing. "Hilo de la CHIGADA! PUTA! Yoooo! Miggy, we Mexican but we ain't that kind of Mexican!" Gabriel kept coughing, his eyes water. "OH shit! Our ma didn't raise us eating chili like dat bro! Shit- *COUGHS! COUGHS!*" He grunts and clears his throat, "Shit, I took a small piece too."

Lupe try one, "Mmm, it got a kick." She dared MIguel 660 to try one, the redhead finally took a piece form the same chip.

Maria shook her head, "Stop trying it!" The three were coughing and panicking at how spicy it is. "Ugh... why?" They rushes over to the stand to get their own cold treat to calm down the heat.

Miguel sighs in annoyance, "Gabe, pinche pendejo!" His tongue felt like it's gonna fall off, his stomach wasn't sitting too well. The burning spicy feeling felt acidic in the middle of his chest, it made his a bit nauseous. He saw the way Gabriella's eyes on him being so proud, he wants to win for her. "For mi niña!" He thought to himself.

Hobie breathes through his mouth being dramatic, "Ahhh!" He tries to maintain his composure but he felt lightheaded. The panic, stress of dealing this level of spice is getting to him. "Boi! I'm dead!" He mutters with his Jamaican accent popping out again. "GEE-ZZUS CRIST!" BOMBA!" He grunts at the spicy inch in the back of his throat.

Pavtri giggles at Hobie and Miguel, "I think Hobie is next to quit." He hums.

Miles said, "Oh really?"

"Yup!"

"Two minutes and fifty seconds!" Sun spider hums.

"What!" Hobie and Miguel shouted they were already having sweat all over their face, and started to feel dizzy.

"Nah, I quit. No mor! Dis is da last time I'ma do this bloodclaat thing!" Hobie uses his shirt to wipe his face again then wipe the snot from his nose, then he drools, "Nah! Sunflower, yuh got me fucked up!" His accents being mixed up again. He quickly went down from the stage to get himself a cartoon of cold milk.

Miles and Pavtri burst out giggling and coughing having to watch the Punker chugging a whole carton of milk. "ARGH! UGH! I don even like milk!" He let milk drip down from the corner of his mouth.

Lupe suckling some ice chips, "Hobie drink the strawberry one. It's better."

"Nah, your suppose to- BLARG!" Miguel 660 throwing up in a bucket after he swishes some milk to spit out from the spicy taste, "Ohhh, my gastritis is killing me!"

Peter on the floor being out of it, "I need more milk!" He burps having to get another one.

Jess crackling up, "Who knew this stupid challenge would kick our asses." She chews on some ice.

Lupe snickers, "I only took a small piece! Ya'll ate the whole thing."

Deadpool took a piece from Gabriel's little bag while his Peter Parker shouted, "WADE!"

"Ohhh SHIT! SHIT! SHITSHITSHIT!" Deadpool panics at his mouth burning up, "Where's the ice cream!"

"We have popsicles?" Kaine pointed out seeing Lupe grabbing out to chew.

Hobie had his hands on his knees with milk all over his lip and tear coming out his eyes making his eyeliner run. He breathes heavily, "I don't feel right. My chest... my heart... OHHH! Bomba!" He stuck his tongue out like a dog letting spit drip out of his mouth.

Peni broke out laughing with Spider-Ham at the group. "This why I don't do stupid challenges." She hums.

Billie saw her brother sweating look worry. Oh no, will her brother be okay? Even gabriella looks at her dad being worry, "Papá, you okay? You don't look too good?"

"I'm fine, mi hija! Just..." Miguel winced feeling his chest hurting and stomach turned- Hell, his heart racing by the wave of panic he had in his mouth. "Aye!" He tries to last but felt uneasy at the burning acidic in the back of his throat.

"Papá, it's okay if you don't win!" Gabriella looking very worried, she frowns, "I don't want you to get hurt."

Gabriel came by with a carton of strawberry milk, "Aye, bro! Drink this shit, man. Shit built different! I know you're fucking lying, you're gonna get stomach problems like that other Miguel over there. El estas vomitando!" He shoves the cartoon on Miguel's face. "Stop being macho! I know you bro. Shit gonna give you explosive diarrhea! You don't even eat chili like that."

Gabriella's eyes peeking over the table looking worried, "Papá, it's okay. I don't want you to get sick!"

Miguel wipes the sweat and tears from his face then sighs, "Fine. I'll quit." He took the carton of milk feeling the sugary cool milky taste, it ease the pain from his chest.

Miguel 660 grunts wiping his lip feeling uneasy, "I need a medic!"

"Dat Irish gene is kicking your ass, huh?" Lupe chuckles.

Miguel 928 had to lay down feeling a headache coming. Gabriella got a wet towel for his forehead. "It's okay, papá! At least, you tried and you have fun."

"Gabi, I didn't have fun. No mas challenges. You're gonna kill me and I'm too old for this." Miguel grunts having to give a small smile when his little girl burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, your funny papá!" Gabriella giggles.

Gabriel got himself a cold can of beer to drink, "Mm, you good bro? You don't need beer?"

"I'm fine. Just need to wait it out..."

Pavtri and Miles sat next to each other, while they were cracking up. Miles' face flustered with sweat all over his face while his friend sniffs from a running nosy. "Look at your man!" Pavtri snickers.

Miles laughs at his Hobie still walking in circles while drinking milk with one hand and the other hand a milk chocolate popsicle. "Bae, you good?"

His punker looks up at him then scoffs, "Neva gon listen to yuh, eva again!" he mutters as he shoves the popsicle in his mouth.

Pavtri giggles, "Look, it's just me and you! I didn't know you can handle this level of spicy?"

"Eh, when your friends with a Korean, you're gonna have a lot of spicy dishes." Miles chuckles then felt his stomach twisting like he's gonna throw up. "Tho, this is waaayyyy too much for me. You?"

"Ditto! I grew up with my aunty's curry and spicy dishes. She would make her sauce so red from chili peppers, and it would be so spicy!" Pavtri chuckles at his childhood memories, he sniffs a bit more.

Little Billie went over with a popsicle to place on the table with her two visible Afro-puffs peeking over the table, "Miles! Eat!"

"Awe, your baby sister is worry." Pavtri giggles.

Miles sniff and slurp inhale trying to cool his mouth before saying, "Boo-Boo? What's wrong?"

Billie sniffles, this made her older brother worried, "Did you try the chip?" He got up to lean over to find her tearing up with worry.

"Hermano! No more! No more! I'm scared!" She saw how Miguel 660 was throwing up like no tomorrow and Gwen looking knocked out. Her eyes watered, "I don't care if you don't win!"

"Awe, Boo-Boo! I'm-" He coughs feeling the spice on his throat.

Sun Spider said, "One minute!"

Gabriel 928 curse, "HIJUEPUTA! That timer is cheating. Ain't no way there's one minute left!" A medic went to check on his older brother's heart rate.

"THAT'S WHAT I BEEN SAYING! BUNCH OF BOLLICKS!" Hobie shouted out loud.

Deadpool chewing ice cream, "Yeah!" He nodded then shove shave ice into his mouth.

"Who does this?" Miguel 660 grunt having to drink a whole bottle of water.

"This game could kill someone." Jess said feeling a bit calm from suckling ice.

"Miles!" Billie cries being so worry, she holds a quarter tub of strawberry ice cream being scared. What if her big brother get sick and it was her fault? She didn't mean for him to get hurt from the challenge.

"Awe, Boo-boo!" Miles looks at Pavtri then sighs, "Okay, I'll quit. Besides, I got the feeling we would have to eat another chip if we tied."

Sun Spider gasps, "How did you know? Gabriella said they would eat death peppers noodles or a chip with hot sauce?"

Hobie's eyes widen from shook, just like everyone else. "ARE YOU MAD? Just dis bloody damn chip got all of us fucked!"

Gwen snap out of her consciousness to give a big fake laugh, "HA! You're joking?"

"SHEEESH!" Gabriel cursed under his breath. "You hear dat bro? You were gonna eat some spicy ass noodles or chip with salsa."

"No jodas!" Miguel rolled his eyes as he drinks water with crush ice, "My stomach doesn't feel good."

Miles went over to carry his four year old sister, then took the carton. "The winner is Pavtri!" Sun Spider said out loud.

Pavtri grins widely, "Light work!" He stood feeling okay, the spicy taste passed him with ease. It didn't hurt him or got him sick. "I can't wait to tell my girl about all the free time I'll have!"

"Hahaha, you deserve it, man." Miles chuckles.

Billie lay her head on her brother's chest while sucking her thumb. "Awe, mi vida. it's okay. Look." Miles open the lid of his ice cream and start to eat. "Mmm, see. I'm okay."

"Eat more!" She demanded.

Hobie went over to snuggle his boyfriend, "Luv, I need your love to heal me!" He buries his head into his left shoulder.

"Yeah that stuff was spicy. I'm never doing that again." Miles eats his ice cream having to swish it around his mouth. "Don't ever try it, boo-boo."

"Okay, I won't!" She nodded, then points at Hobie, "Obie lost Mimi!"

"I know, can't wait till he helps our dad clean the house." Miles hums making his boyfriend's tensed up his muscle.

"Luv, whyyy! Can't you see I'm in pain?"

"Well, you lost the bet. I last longer." Miles kisses his boyfriend's cheek who grumpily snuggles him. Miles and Billie watches Pavtri getting his picture taking with the Spider-heroes for winning the challenge. Then they saw their fellow friends slowly recovering from that chip challenge.

"What are we gonna do with all of these?" Gabriella saw the box she order have some left over.

"You order way too much." Mayday said.

Gerald said, "Give it away as novelty?"

"You right." Gabriella agreed. Then Ultimate Spider-man, Peter chuckles, "It can't be that bad?" He took a chip to try.

"NOOO!" Peters shouted at him.

The Ultimate Spider-man's face turns red in seconds and went over to the cooler for anything to eat or drink. Gabriella ended up giving away the One Chip boxes, many didn't dare to try it but to keep it in their homes as novelty items.

#miles morales #hobie brown #punkflower #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic

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silver-wield · 2 months

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lol. Apparently there is a change in the ending scene. Just like HW's. But the punch line is.

In OG, HW was about how hard you bang with tifa.

In Rebirth, it's about how hard you can reject aerith 🥳. It's just that in LA, she looks more desperate while HA, you literally unintentionally kept her hopes up. And cloud's like ehhh wtf aerith?

Sounds cruel? Well she needed a wake up call. This chick went for a guy she knows is in love with her so called "best friend". Go ahead confess, but wtf are you mopping? Are you actually sad he didn't return your shallow feelings? That you couldn't still what your friend has? And you say to cherish? FCK OFF AND BACK OFF AERITH. You don't deserve to say that after fully betraying your friend. I would have laughed more if she said "make tifa happy for me" but even if she didn't say that, I just know 💯 tifa's feelings never entered her psyche. BITCH DON'T GIVE A FCK ABOUT IF HER FRIEND'S HEART GET BROKEN JUST SO SHE COULD "MOVE ON" YET SHE'S NOT EVEN SURE WHAT SHE FEELS.

She's a sad character alright, made to be pitied. I'm sure those are those who will turn a close eye to her bs because it's tragic. Even in the end, she never apologized to cloud as a human being. Just said excuse me because she's going to take advantage of him for the last time and say vague shit.

The world is dying and your priority is your doomed love life. Till zack fixes your shit. Anybody complaining here that she's too man centric? Well she always was. Her character description is accurate af. Nobody curse at SE, when you missed out on the note.

Yeah it's true there's a "low/high" affection line that's affected by whether you played for Tifa or her GS date just like the HW, but it is literally just the difference of one line with no other differences. The visual aspect of the scene doesn't change no matter what's said.

Cloud calls her "nakama" in one version (comrade/friend) and doesn't in the other. Aerith remains sad no matter what he says, so both versions are negative. She apologises, hugs him, says he shouldn't blame himself, then says goodbye.

Some people are claiming this will make players pity her, but sorry not sorry, even as she's about to die she still tries to fuck with Cloud's head and slimes herself over the guy she knows for a fact Tifa likes while claiming to be her best friend.

Friends don't do that.

All she did was cause emotional and mental trauma to them both because she's a selfish two faced back stabbing bitch. She even had the cheek to say she's not even sure if she "like likes" him whereas Tifa at 13 knew for a fact she loved and wanted to be with Cloud for the rest of her life and never changed how she felt.

Aerith is a shallow jealous bitch who's looking for someone to be all about her after seeing just how faithful to each other Cloud and Tifa are. She uses Tifa to learn about Cloud so she can take him from her instead of being a real friend and actually supporting her the way Zack did Cloud. I'm not even sure how she qualifies as a good guy when she's such a hag.

Sephiroth should've shown up sooner.

#FF7Rebirth spoilers

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 4 months

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A/N ::: This is one of the most fucked up things I have written and posted on here. Yeah, it might not be *gasp* worthy. But for me? It's pretty bad.

MDNI under the cut

C/W ::: Dabi x F!reader. Dabi is an ASSHOLE. Let me say it again, Dabi is an ASSHOLE. Dubcon, smoking/blowing smoke into F face, oral M->F, not the fun kind of hair pulling, unprotected sex P->V, verbal abuse, F! is so hell-bent on fixing this fucking guy that she has no concept of what's good for herself. "I can fix him" mentality. If I missed anything lemme know.

Dabi lights up a smoke and saunters over to where you sit on the edge of his unmade bed.

"Lookin' real pretty in that blanket of lies you're wearin'." He climbs up behind you on the bed and runs his finger down your spine. The shudder that leaves you makes his cock twitch. "You like that, hm? You just love when I touch you so nicely. Well, I ... woke up on the wrong side of the bed. An' I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do." He says, blowing smoke in your face.

He grabs your hair and tugs it back hard. "And you," he whispers. His mouth pressed hard against your ear, "... are going to right every wrong I have endured today."

Your hands instinctively flew up to save your scalp, though your scalp was soon to be the least of your worries. He was just getting started.

Dabi dragged you to the head of the bed and began to tug at a loose fiber of your tights. His fingers were so deft and precise with their damage that you could only stare as he tore the sheer, stretchy lace from your legs until he had them completely pulled off.

"No pretty little panties f'me today? Now that, that hurts my feelings. It makes me feel ..." He said between gritted teeth while he grabs your waist and lifts you up so you're laying across his lap. "Makes me feel like you don't fucking love me any *spank* more *spank*, baby girl."

You writhed in his lap and tears made their way to your cheeks as your ass absorbed the entirety of his anger. He was not taking it half as easy on you today as he usually does. It made you a little nervous and it made you more than a little sorry you answered his call.

"Dabi! Fuh-huck, please! I'm sorry!" You cried out as he continued to smack your ass.

"Oh? Hm? What are you sorry for, huh?" He asked between kissing the welts that were starting to rise up on the fat of your ass.

"'M sorry for ... hah ... for ..." You couldn't answer him quickly enough.

"Ehhh wrong answer, contestant number 1. Sorry. Time for your punishment." He maneuvered you off of his lap and threw you down onto your back. You laid there, staring at the ceiling. Not even having the presence of mind to pray that he'd stop.

His belt clinked as he removed it from his lean waist. "Fuckin' so pretty. Wrapped up in your ignorance. Silly ... little ... mouse."

Dabi lowered himself down onto his knees at the edge of the bed and dragged your ass to his mouth. He rubbed his thumb against your clit. "This wet already, hm? Can't wait for me to fuck you senseless, is that it?" He didn't wait for an answer. He never did.

He pulled you closer to him and pushed his tongue inside you. Your thighs tightened around his head and your hands flew down to his hair. It was like he was trying to eat you alive. Biting at your thighs. Sucking so hard on your clit that you swear you blacked out for a second. You did everything you could to push his head away. But it wasn't enough.

Much to your chagrin, he just laughed against your cunt as you struggled. The more you struggled, the harder he got.

He was counting on you to give him a reason to show you just how fucked up he could be. And he was doing it so well.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt his tongue flick over your clit in a rhythm that made you buck your hips into his face.

"Fuck ya think you're doing? I say you could fuck yourself on my face? Did I say you could cum yet?" He spread your pussy open farther than was comfortable for anyone and he buried his face into you so deep that you were concerned for his well-being.

That's how fucked up he had you; he had you so wrapped around his finger that you were not only being wrecked by him, but you were worried for his oxygen intake.

You came against his lips and he pulled away from you. "That's my good girl. My sweet baby. But I'm not done with you yet. No, no, no. I need to fuck your brains out. I need to show you just how much I need you. How much you need to fix me. That's what you bitches want anyway, right? You all just want to get into my bed. Stroke my hair. Stroke my cock. And fix me. Like I'm the one that’s broken." He scoffed and sneered at you like you really were the one who'd wronged him so badly.

Dabi lifted you higher up onto the bed and laid you down on your back. He grabbed your ankles and spread your legs open as far as they would go.

"Look at that fuckin' pussy. So wet and tight. Can't wait to fuckin' ruin it." He positioned his cock at your entrance and thrust inside you. Hard.

He started to pump in and out of you, and you could see his eyes roll back. He looked like he was possessed. Or in a trance. Like he was drunk off you.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight. Just for me. You're mine. All mine." He growled. "Say it. Say you're mine." He hissed.

You were barely coherent enough to nod your head in agreement. But that was not enough for him.

"Fucking say it!" He yelled, grabbing you by your neck.

"I'm yours! D-Dabi, 'm ... 'm all yours. I'm sorry!" You managed to choke out through sobs.

He let go of your neck and continued to fuck you. He grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach.

"I'm gonna make you sorry, bitch. Make you sorry you ever walked into my life. Sorry you ever let me fuck you like this. You wanna fix me? You can't fix what's already been fucked up." He growled as he pumped into you from behind.

"Dabi, please. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I just wanted to help. Wanted to make you feel better." You sobbed.

"Who said I wasn't feeling good? Hm? Did you speak to Dear Daddy about me? Told him I was fucked up in the head? Well, I'll show you who's fucked up." He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back until you were looking up at him. His eyes were wild and unfocused. You had never seen him like this.

Dabi fucked you harder than he had ever fucked you before. He was so rough that you knew you would be feeling it for days. But it wasn't just the roughness of his actions that terrified you. It was the look in his eyes. The look of pure unadulterated hatred and rage.

He flipped you back over onto your back and fucked you until you couldn't hold back any longer. Your body shook with pleasure as he pumped in and out of you. His eyes locked onto yours. He wanted you to see him. He wanted you to know that you, too, had hurt him. And that this was your punishment.

He pulled out of you and shot his cum all over your stomach. He grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wiped himself clean. He was panting and sweating. But he was still so angry.

"Now, get the fuck out. Get the fuck out of here. You're fucking useless." He spat at you as he tucked himself back into his pants and pulled out another cigarette.

You scrambled to grab your clothes and rushed out of his apartment. Tears streaming down your face.

You knew you had crossed a line. But you couldn't help but feel like you had lost him forever. And you weren't sure if you really wanted to get him back.

Things had been heading this way for a while now. But this was the worst night by far.

You were always trying to fix people. And sometimes, that backfired. Sometimes, you made things worse. And you had made things very, very bad with Dabi.

You just had to find a way to fix it.

To make it right.

To make him love you again. If he had in the first place, that is.

He called your name from the window of his 2nd story apartment when he saw you walk out onto the street.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard him say it.

"Dab? I - what? What do you need?" You whimpered something akin to a question.

He threw your tights out the window and lit them on fire as they floated to the sidewalk.

"You forgot somethin'." He said, flicking his finished cigarette at you.

The tights hit the ground, burning and curling into nothing but ash.

His last words to you as he watched you leave his apartment, broken and defeated, were, "Never bother me again."

Taglist ::: @darkstarlight82 @millennialmagicalgirl @arlerts-angel

#toya todoroki #dabi #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #touya x reader #toya x reader #touya x y/n #touya x you

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becauseplot · 3 months

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Touching Base

Just a little Roommates/Cellmates AU oneshot because they live in my head like how Cell lives in Felps' apartment: rent-free. (Also because I am procrastinating on bigger projects rn.) (What who said that.)

Takes place a couple years after the events of Miss Me? and Shared Living Space. Cell has officially started going by Cellbit, a relatively recent development. He still sleeps on the couch, but that's mainly because the second "bedroom" in the apartment is used for Felps' storage and both of them dread having to clear it out. He has a job and puts most of that money towards groceries, new clothes, and therapy. Felps---finally working at a station where his superiors don't hate his guts---covers pretty much everything else.

(TWs: discussions of killing/murder, light allusions to suicide in a joking manner (they're fine, someone's just being dramatic). they are having a conversation that is oh so very normal for two friends to have yesyes. tbh this was supposed to be way more light hearted but then the angst. the angst...)

Key ring dangling from his finger, Cellbit shoulders his way through the apartment door, juggling a box of redstone bulbs, a stack of spam mail, and the library book that doesn’t quite fit in his over-full messenger bag. “Felps?”

There's no verbal answer, but over the back of the couch, Cellbit sees a tired hand rise and wave. There’s a dull whump when it drops back down.

Cellbit, taking this and the fact that the TV isn't even on, raises an eyebrow. "Long day?" There's a muffled groan in response, and that's all Cellbit needs to hear to get the gist of it. He wiggles his keychain off his finger and into the dish before shutting the door behind him with his foot and heading to the table, where he dumps off his things. Hands free, he slips his bag off his shoulder and sits down to take off his work boots. Once he's got them off, he takes a moment to slump back in the chair, relief washing over his aching back and shoulder, before he picks himself up and heads over to see what the situation is.

The situation, it seems, is as follows: Felps is lying on his back on the couch, still wearing his uniform, with a pillow pressed into his face like he's trying very, very hard to smother himself with it.

Cellbit sits himself down on the floor with his side against the foot of the couch, right by Felps. He plants an elbow on the cushions and drops his chin into the heel of his hand. "So. Who do I need to kill?"

Felps groans again and shifts the pillow off his face just enough to free his mouth. "Me. Kill me, please. Kill me. Literally just kill me."

"Ehhh," Cellbit says. "You know, I did that once, and you didn't like me very much after that."

"Cellbit I am begging you. You'd be doing me a favor."

"Mm, no. I don't think so." He pokes one of the fingers Felps has dug into the cushion. "Now come on—a name, an address. Give me something to work with here, Felps."

Felps sighs and finally yanks the pillow off his face, flipping his hands around and throwing it into his lap. His hair is a complete, frazzled mess, though Cellbit supposes that's the least of his worries. "No one's getting killed. This isn't a problem you can fix by killing someone."

"Except for you?"

"Except for me."

"Okay. So what happened?"

Felps makes a pained noise and digs the heels of his palms into his eyes. At least he's not suffocating this time. "Davi," he mumbles.

Cellbit blinks. Usually, he has a hard time keeping all of the names of Felps' coworkers, friends, and acquaintances straight in his head since there's so many of them, but this one registers immediately. He takes this in, looks at Felps agonizing on the couch, thinks back onto what Felps told him the other day, does some rapid mental math, and comes to the conclusion that maybe the situation actually could be fixed by killing someone. Potentially.

But before that thought can properly start, Felps flicks him against the temple. "Hey, no plotting. I'm serious."

"Plotting?" Cellbit echoes, oh-so-perplexed. "I wasn't plotting. Who said anything about plotting?"

"Cellbit."

"Who said anything about plotting the murder of the hot guy at the train station who rejected your friend after he spent two weeks working up the courage to ask him out? I sure didn't."

"Cellbit," Felps says, insistent. Cellbit stops, but only because Felps wants him to, and only because he’s joking. Really. "It's fine. It's my fault anyway. I totally fucked it up. I got the timing all wrong, and—" Felps breaks off into another horrified sound, dragging his hands down his face. "God, it was so bad. I don't want to talk about it."

"Alright. Anything I can do? That doesn't involve killing you?"

Felps pauses. He peeks at Cellbit from behind his hands. "...Grab the remote for me?"

Cellbit snorts. "Sure." He gets up (swallows a grunt; fuck, his shoulder's being funny) and grabs the remote off the TV stand. When he comes back, Felps has managed to get his-wallowing-self into an upright position so Cellbit can collapse back into the sofa beside him.

Cellbit clicks on the TV. "What're we feeling?"

"Pain."

"I mean what do you feel like watching, dumbass."

"Literally anything," Felps says with a wave of his hand.

"Right… So if I put on Blood on the Taiga—"

"Parkour tag."

"Okay, parkour tag it is."

They start to chat a little as Cellbit flicks through the minigame channels, looking for one that's broadcasting parkour tag: ("How was work at the station?" "Were the docks busy today?" "Did that warrant finally get processed?" "Is your shoulder still bothering you?" "You should probably change out of your uniform." "You should probably take a shower." "In a bit, my back has to unbreak itself first.")

It doesn't take him long to find a channel, so they end up talking through part of the first round, swapping the work updates they usually provide each other. After that, they settle in, feet up on the coffee table, shoulders pressed together. Cellbit watches the teams trade off "runners" and "hunters." Felps usually roots for the team in the blue and green jerseys, but it doesn't seem like they're playing today. Still, these teams aren't half-bad. The tall one on the red-orange team is a good hunter, Cellbit idly notes. She's light on her feet.

It's at the start of the third round that Felps speaks up again.

"So. Hypothetical question for you."

Cellbit watches the good-hunter spring off a piston-platform. "Alright."

"And this is completely hypothetical. One hundred percent, utterly hypothetical."

"Okay."

"I'd never genuinely ask this of you."

"Sure."

The good-hunter drops down a ladder, missing a tag on a runner by a hair's breadth. The squeak of her sneakers echoes through the arena.

"...If I told you I needed you to kill someone for me, would you actually do it?"

Cellbit tilts his head. The good-hunter whirls around a corner and swings herself up onto another platform. "Yeah."

He feels more than sees Felps startle beside him. "...R...Really?"

"Yeah."

"Just like that?"

"Well, like I said earlier, I'd need, like, a name. An address if you can get it. At least a general location—"

"No, no, I mean..."

Felps falters, and Cellbit takes his eyes away from the game to look up at him. Felps is staring right back, a furrow in his brow.

"...You wouldn't even question it? Or hesitate?"

Ohhh. Cellbit understands now. The morals. He was asking about the morals. "Well," starts Cellbit. He pauses. Then, he drags his feet over to the edge of the couch, legs curled up, in front of his chest. The position makes his back ache, but the rest of him feels better this way. He hangs his arms over his knees. He stares at the TV, but he's not really sure who's hunting and who's running anymore.

He sighs. "...The way I see it—you would never ask me to kill someone unless they actually deserved it. I think it would take a lot for you to decide someone needs to die, then a lot more to tell me to kill them because...you know me. I'll get it done. And I won't half-ass it either."

And if they hurt you, Cellbit thinks, with a sudden, rising fury, I'll kill them dead. I'll make it hurt. Carve their throat out with my teeth. They'll be begging for the Void long before I'm through with them.

But he lets that one go on an exhale, lets it pass wordlessly between his lips, before it can get too far. He flexes his hands, loosening them. "But..." he continues, scraping together the courage to say the rest. "You also know I'm trying not to— You know I'm better about that now. Past it. Moving past it. And you're—" He falters. His tongue darts over his lip. He bites it. "You're generally helpful in that regard, so..."

"...You don't think I'd ask you to do something that would ruin your progress unless it was serious," Felps finishes.

"Yeah." Cellbit tilts his head to either side, cracking his neck, and flexes his hands again. God, his therapist would be so fucking proud of him.

"Okay." Felps clears his throat. "Sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I just—the thought wouldn't leave me alone, and..."

"No, no, it's—it's fine. It's a good question to ask. Making sure we're on the same page, and all that. Touching base. Getting caught up. Just like we always do."

"Right," Felps says. "Just like we always do."

A beat.

"But I wouldn't. Ask that of you, I mean. I'd never ask you to kill someone for me."

"I know," Cellbit replies easily. "I heard you the first time."

(And Cellbit trusts Felps to stick to his word. Honestly, he does. But the issue—or perhaps the best part, depending on how much he wants to disappoint his therapist—is that Felps wouldn't even have to ask. In no universe would Felps ever have to ask.)

"...Oh. Okay."

"Okay."

The conversation hangs in the air, gradually dissipating. Slowly, Cellbit manages to recenter his attention on the game of parkour tag. Round four. She's hunting again, though this is her last hunting round. After that, she'll be stuck as a runner for the rest of the tournament. Felps rests his head on Cellbit's shoulder as the alarm blares and the competitors are released from their chambers. Cellbit nestles his cheek in Felps' curls. The final hunt has begun.

#i need to watch more cellbitvods and felpsvods of the early days on the server #just so i can get a better feel for their dynamic once they're on quesadilla island (felpsespecially. im winging his characterization.)#tho this is still a couple years off from the start of the canon story (if my math is right. which it may not be. it's late.)#tbh what i have down for their ages is still kinda iffy but as of rn c is 20 and f is 22ish during Miss Me?#theyre like. practically babies. for the shit they've gone through. if you think abt it.#my writing #lord knows if i'll put this on ao3 #Cellmates/Roommates AU #Little Dagger AU #my fics

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