#except I'm not and they were fucking hard every dinner night and every “session”
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no I will not give you a serious "no" answer because please are u kidding me?
#the bird scene is about sucking dick hello “cock in mouth” hello#anyway#I'm super neutral about this#except I'm not and they were fucking hard every dinner night and every “session”#PLEASE#Hannibal's face when he says “I let you know me see me” that was the face of someone who#drenched the sheets in love and opened himself up in a way he never had before and no do not even#start with the stupid “they don't need sex to be deeply intimate” stfu let them fuck jfc#leave us alone#nbc hannibal#hannigram#hannibal#will graham#murder husbands#hannibal lecter
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As Long As No One Knows, Then Nobody Can Care
I'm Bright Baby Blue, Falling Into You
Chelsea!Roy Kent x Coach's Daughter!Reader
2.6k words
Warnings: Language, lying/sneaking around, kissing, no Ted Lasso characters except for Roy, fluff & flirting
You floated up to your bedroom late that night. And the next morning when you came down for breakfast. And while you walked next to your dad through the parking lot.
It had been a perfect evening. After a bit of making out with Roy, he wrapped his arm around you and let you lean on his shoulder for the rest of the movie, unabashedly glancing at you during all the romantic moments that were nothing compared to the look in his eye. After the movie, he walked you to your car, kissing you against the car door and promising to see you at training the next day.
And see you he did. When you followed your dad into the coaches’ office, Roy caught your eye from the changing room, where he stood holding his kit. He offered you that fucking smirk, raising a cool eyebrow at you before slipping his shirt on.
Fuck, he was going to be the death of you.
You spent the morning organizing some paperwork for your dad while the men were on the pitch, pretending that you weren’t thinking about Roy Kent and the way he’d kissed you. Once you finished, you joined your dad on the sidelines, wondering it was obvious that you were struggling more than usual to keep your eyes off of Roy. You smiled as you watched him run up and down the pitch, feeling your heart skip a beat every time you heard his booming voice.
“You alright?” Your dad’s voice interrupted your drooling. “You’ve been actin’ all dreamy all day.”
“Yeah,” you stammered out, quickly averting your eyes to literally any other player on the pitch. “Just fine, Dad.”
That seemed enough for him. For now, at least.
Once training ended for the day, you made your way to the boot room with a question from your dad for the kitman. Finding no kitman and only shoes, you took a moment to lean against a cool wall and close your eyes, trying not to dwell too hard on the image you’d just gotten of Roy wrapped in a towel after a shower. It was always a sight that left you flustered, but now that you knew what kissing the man felt like, the scene was something close to torture.
“Fuck’s wrong with you?”
Roy’s voice had your eyes snapping open. “Nothing,” you lied, both relieved and disappointed to see him fully dressed now. “Heading home, then?”
He shrugged and glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was nearby. “Got that Nike thing,” he reminded you. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, clearly thinking, before opening his mouth again. “Don’t suppose you’d want to come.”
That Nike thing. His Nike photoshoot, for advertisements that would probably follow you all over on billboards and in magazines. But yeah, sure, “that Nike thing”.
“Really?” You couldn’t hide the surprise in your suddenly squeaky voice. You’d hoped Roy would ask you out again, you were desperate for this to be more than just one perfect makeout session during a Nora Ephron movie, but this wasn’t what you expected.
His face was clearly amused as he nodded. “Sure,” he said softly. “Need someone there who’ll tell me if I look fucking stupid. What d’you say?”
What you wanted to say was that he’d never look stupid. What you wanted to say was that you’d go anywhere, do anything, as long as he was there too. But thankfully, you had some semblance of self-control that allowed you to answer, “Sounds fun, Kent.”
It was arranged in quick whispers. You’d meet Roy at his flat, and he’d drive you both to the studio. Afterwards he’d treat you to dinner as a thank you for joining him. Both of you were fighting smiles by the time you’d finished making your plans for the strangest second date you’d ever heard of.
“Don’t feel like you have to dress up for these fashion people,” Roy added before he turned to leave. “Wear what you like.”
A part of you initially thought this was his roundabout way of instructing you to dress up, to not embarrass him in front of the chic photographers and stylists that would no doubt be there. But when you saw the gentleness in his eyes, you realized it was something different. He wanted to make sure you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable or out of place in his world; he wanted you to feel like you belonged there. And damn, if you didn’t want to belong in his world.
After the two of you said goodbye with the tiniest kiss in the world, Roy slipped out of the boot room, taking your gaze with him. A Nike photoshoot with Roy Kent. You were going to a fucking Nike photoshoot with Roy fucking Kent. The thought had you wanting to spin in circles and squeal like a child. Instead, you simply met your dad at the car and half-listened to his chattering all the way home.
Once you were in the privacy of your room, you scoured your closet for the right outfit. You settled on a short, simple dress, one that you usually saved for nights out with friends or dates. After a touch of makeup, you listened carefully at your door for your parents. While jeans could slip by them easily, something like this was a bit more conspicuous.
“You’re all dressed up. Special plans?”
Oh, hell. Why couldn’t your dad catch you last night, when you were in jeans? Why did he have to catch you tonight, with your tiny dress and your hair all done?
“Just going out with the girls,” you lied, lied, lied. “Grab some dinner, maybe hit a club.” You nodded, trying to act nonchalant, like you weren’t sneaking out to see one of his players.
He stared at you for a moment, his eyes narrowing for a fraction of a second. “Alright, love.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, careful not to muss your hair. “Have fun. Make good choices.”
The words your dad had sent you off with since you were a teenager rambled in your head as you drove to Roy’s. He would not like this choice. Lying to your parents, seeing Roy Kent outside of football, letting him kiss you and, if he wanted to, even more than that.
But when Roy greeted you with an impressed “Fuuuuuuuck” and a dizzying kiss, you found that you really liked this choice. A hell of a lot.
Over the years, you’d been to tons of team picture days. You’d seen your dad take photos with fans. You had waved at photographers on game days. You weren’t new to the fame that came with professional football, not by a longshot.
But you’d never dated a professional athlete and gone to a photoshoot with him.
Roy sat still in the makeup chair, eyes on your reflection in the mirror as the makeup artist worked on his already perfect face. You relished the way his gaze roamed your figure, the way he was clearly trying not to smile and make the makeup artist’s job harder. When she pulled out the mascara, Roy narrowed his eyes.
“Do I want to wear fucking mascara?” he called to you playfully.
“You do,” you teased with a wink. “Very hot.”
Roy nodded to the makeup artist. “You heard the woman. Mascara time.”
Watching Roy do his photoshoot was nothing short of entertaining. Lights flashed blindingly as Roy took different poses, looking gorgeous as ever in black Nike trackpants. A young woman kept scurrying up to you, asking if you needed coffee or anything, nodding curtly every time you assured her you were fine. The scene in front of you was enough of a treat. The photographer tried to get the midfielder to smile over and over again, but all Roy would give was a scowl; luckily, Roy Kent looked damn good with a scowl on his face.
“Come on, Roy,” the photographer urged as Roy held a football between his hands and quirked an eyebrow. “One smile.” He glanced over his shoulder at you, perched politely in a chair some assistant had brought you. “For your girl,” he tried.
The corner of Roy’s mouth tugged upward for a fraction of a second before he narrowed his eyes playfully at you. “Do you want to see me fucking smile?” he teased.
Pretending that your face wasn’t on fire at being called Roy’s girl, you shrugged. “Dunno, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile. Might be ugly as hell.”
When Roy threw his head back in a surprised laugh, the chuckling photographer started clicking away, capturing the rarest sight of all: Roy Kent’s real smile. Fuck, some part of you hoped they’d use one of those pictures for the ad campaign. But a selfish part of you wished they wouldn’t, so that you could keep his smile all for yourself, locked up in your heart and memories, away from any and all prying eyes.
It was late by the time the photographer shook Roy’s hand and wished you both a good night. Roy took your hand in his with ease, as though he did all the time, and led you out of the studio and back to his car. He paused, hand hovering over your door’s handle, before glancing at you.
“D’you still want to grab some dinner?”
His voice was sharp and gruff, almost as if he was expecting a no, but his eyes were asking you to say yes. It was a pattern you were already beginning to recognize: when he wanted something, when he hoped for something, Roy hardened himself, anticipating rejection and disappointment, the two things you didn’t think you’d ever be able to give him.
“Of course,” you assured him with a small smile. “I really worked up an appetite, sitting there and watching you pose.”
He chuckled and let his shoulders loosen a bit. “Right. Better feed you before you have your dad make me run laps all fucking day.” He took your hand in his. “C’mon.”
With the late hour, the streets weren’t too full, and with Roy keeping his head dipped, no one noticed the Chelsea superstar wandering down the road holding the hand of his manager’s daughter. Still, your heart was pounding. All it would take was one person to recognize either one of you, to snap a photo of Roy and his mystery woman, and all hell would break loose. But feeling Roy squeeze your hand as you turned a corner made you feel like it might be worth it. He might be worth it.
“Anything sound good?” he asked, nodding towards the rows of pubs and restaurants.
Your eyes flickered from spot to spot, wondering how full these places were and how easily Roy would be recognized. Finally, your eyes landed on an unassuming little hot dog cart across the street. Its dull neon sign and tired-looking vendor looked like the perfect opportunity to avoid unwanted attention. With a squeeze to Roy’s hand, you nodded towards it.
He raised his eyebrows at you. “A fucking hot dog?” His mouth widened into a smile. “You’ve spent too much time eating stadium food, you know that?”
“I’d like to not walk into a crowded restaurant with Chelsea’s superstar,” you mumbled as Roy guided you across the street.
“Good point,” he chuckled. He gave a quick nod to the cart vendor. “Whatever she gets, just make it two.”
You quickly gave your order, never letting go of Roy’s hand as he stuffed a few bills into the man’s hand, mumbling something about keeping the change. Hot dogs in your free hands, the two of you wandered down the road a bit until you came across a park. Roy nodded to a nearby bench, secluded and tucked into a dark corner. A tree offered ample covering, letting in only twinkles of starlight and a couple of rays of moonlight. The two of you sat, close enough that your thighs were touching, and began munching on your simple dinner.
“How’s your hot dog?” Roy asked, his mouth half full of food.
Some part of you liked how comfortable he seemed next to you; you wondered if he was like this with all his dates. You sure as hell hoped not. “Good,” you answered after swallowing a particularly large bite. “Although, I’ve gotta say, this might be the weirdest second date I’ve ever been on, Kent.”
He quirked a thick eyebrow at you. “Date? Who said anything about a date?”
The teasing glint in his eye saved you from any sense of humiliation. “Oh, fuck me,” you laughed, throwing your head back.
Roy’s smirk grew as he shouldered you playfully. “Oi, not on the second date, princess.”
“Prick,” you mumbled, leaning close and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Eat your fucking hot dog, Kent.”
For once, Roy did as he was told, although his cocky grin remained. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he opened his mouth again. “How’s school?”
“It’s school,” you answered simply. “I go to classes, I see my friends, I do my writing. Boring and normal. Not exactly exciting stuff to someone who plays in the Premier League.”
He shook his head. “When your whole life is this one fucking thing,” he explained slowly, “then normal is pretty fucking interesting.” His soft eyes found yours. “Especially when it’s your normal.”
“My normal is reading fucking books and professors telling me why my writing sucks and having debates with twenty-year-olds who turn their noses up at my opinions in class, only to approach me at a pub that weekend,” you scoffed. “Your normal is playing football in front of sold-out crowds and dating models and doing Nike photoshoots.” You nudged his foot with yours. “You looked good, by the way,” you added. “In your photoshoot.”
Roy took your empty hot dog wrapper and balled it up along with his own. “It’s kind of weird, doing that shit,” he admitted. “But at least the photographer was pretty cool.” He studied your face carefully. “Sorry if he made you uncomfortable,” he added, his voice quickening. “With that whole ‘your girl’ thing.” He cleared his throat.
“It’s fine,” you assured him, your cheeks suddenly hot. “Just the risk I take hanging out with you, I guess.” Another kick to his foot, to assure him that the atmosphere between you was still light and playful.
When you looked at him, his face was hard, but not cold. Thoughtful was perhaps the best way to describe it. “It is a risk,” he said slowly. “Us seeing each other.” As he spoke, he reached out and took your hand, intertwining your fingers together. “But if I’m being fucking honest, it’s a risk I’m glad to be taking with you.”
Oh, hell. Your mouth went completely dry as Roy’s words hit your ears and your heart. In the time you’d known him at the club- and now in private- you never thought of Roy Kent as the romantic type. He had dates, not girlfriends, and when he did have girlfriends, the stunning women tended not to stick around for very long. And while he wasn’t vulgar in the changing room, he wasn’t a prude either. He’d roll his eyes and mumble something about his latest fling and joke about how whoever was questioning him would kill to be in Roy’s place. And you’d sit in the office wishing you could be in some model’s place with Roy. Roy Kent was a player, and it didn’t seem like he wanted the game to end anytime soon.
Yet there he was, his words soft and gentle, his wide eyes asking if you were okay with what he just said. Something that implied that this was a little more than a few stolen kisses and a pair of hot dogs in the park.
“Worth the risk,” you murmured quietly, so quiet he almost didn’t hear you.
But he did hear you. And your words had a small smile appearing on that beautiful face. A smile so perfect you couldn’t resist leaning forward and kissing it.
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general nsfw headcanons for jesse ?!/!i@&q^ your writing is phenomenal n i’m starving ackk .. love ur blog !! <3
the nsfw tidal wave is coming and aaron z’s fic was only the beginning, the nsfw will not stop, the simps have taken over, seggs shall reign supreme— jk but this was fun tho dilfs r fun to write
also yes i'm making everyone top 4town, 4town submissive and breedable agenda is starting here and i will not take any criticism for it :))
jesse nsfw headcanons~
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ hehe dilf ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
honestly what can i even say about this man, he's hot and he knows it and he knows you know it. so of course he loves to show himself off for you.
boy will take every and any chance to seduce you, sometimes you'll wake up to him completely naked even though you could swear he was wearing pajamas the night before. when it's his turn to cook dinner he'll be your 'dessert' (yes he wears nothing but an apron when he cooks). don't even get me started on the time a fan gifted him one of those virgin killing sweaters;
jesse has sent you a photo
he rarely texted you while you were at work, jesse knew you were busy and wouldn't have the time to give him the attention he wanted so why on earth was he texting you now?
sneaking your phone under your desk you opened your messages with him and felt your eyes bulge out of your head as you stared at the various pictures your boyfriend had sent you. scrolling through your eyes widened at the modeling capabilities your boyfriend seemed to have, he could've been a gravure model had he not become an idol with what he was presenting to you.
the sweater hugged his curves perfectly and the expressions he was making weren't helping, jesse's chest looked perfectly plump and ready to bite, one of the low-angle shots showcased the butt plug that he seemed to be entertaining himself with while you were away.
"like it?" was his follow up message followed by a winking emoji, "i have one more thing to send actually"
jesse has sent you a video
what a motherfucking tease.
if you want details of what happened in the video, you could see jesse's erection straining the fabric of his sweater as he bounced up and down on top of his favorite dildo. your boyfriend had gotten that one custom made for the days he felt lonely without you and it was generally reserved for when he felt like putting on a show.
as you can see, jesse is an idol, he's a performer, an entertainer, and in bed it's no different. well except for the fact that he becomes your personal sex toy– but otherwise! he's very devoted to servicing you.
but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to be serviced himself! if you're into body worship he absolutely loves it when you kiss all over his body, leave your mark wherever you please. jesse loves when you bite and leave hickeys on his inner thighs, he doesn't need to put any effort in covering them up since his baggy jeans do all the work for him!
there are times when jesse has a bad day and all he wants to do is get his brains fucked out by you, and of course you'll gladly comply. jesse needs you to fuck the stress out of him by smothering him into the mattress, head down ass up as you fuck him mercilessly.
jesse has definitely fainted from you fucking him too hard before, but he totally consents to you continuing to use him afterwards. waking up hazily with his darling pounding into his bussy is his favorite way to wake up after all~
aftercare consists of carrying jesse like a princess into the bathroom and wiping him down with a warm washcloth. he'll press small kisses to your neck as he savors the feeling of your warm, gentle hands caressing his body before heading back to bed for a proper cuddle session.
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I’ll take one large cock..err I mean Coke please
↠ yoongi x jungkook | smut | drivethruworker!jk | 18+ | 2.7k
↠ Summary: It’s been the shift from hell and all Jungkook wants to do is go home, jerk off and get some well deserved rest. But the attractive brunette with the deep, raspy voice that gets his cock twitching has just pulled into his drive thru and Jungkook’s night is about to get even crazier.
↠ Warnings: masturbation, frottage, car sex, awkward crushes, public sex, handjobs, yoongi hates mcdonalds but likes jungkook.
"Welcome to McDonald's, can I take your order please." Jungkook's voice cracked out of the decades old drive thru speaker while he absentmindedly twirled a straw between his tattooed fingers.
"Uh yeah just a Large Cheeseburger Combo. Uhhh and make the drink an Iced Americano please." Jungkook dropped the straw, which rolled along the ground towards the "broken" ice cream machine. He knew that low raspy voice, the one that was slightly slurred making it hard to understand exactly what was said. It came out of the cutest pouty mouth Jungkook had ever seen.
"Uhh oh y-yes, okay, please drive up to the next window." He hastily brushed his hands through his inky black waves and straightened out the hat that sat lazily on top of his head. Jungkook had a crush. A huge crush. The kind of crush your friends and family would mock you about for years to come. The cutie with the deep voice had been visiting Jungkook's McDonalds drive thru for nearly a year now, always ordering the same thing - a Large Cheeseburger Combo with an Iced Americano. He was the prettiest man Jungkook had ever seen; a soft round button nose, the most breathtakingly stunning feline shaped eyes, pale skin that reminded him of a shimmering full moon, and those lips, small, pouty and Jungkook was dying to know what they would look like wrapped around his cock.
He tapped his foot nervously against the brown tile floor as he tried to push the thought out of his head. He was at work he shouldn't be thinking about his cock and the sweet, pretty little mouth he dreamt of most nights taking him so deep into his throat that tears fell from his eyes as he gagged and moaned around him.
Jungkook let out a small squeal when he noticed the man's car roll up to his window. Hesitantly he opened the sliding glass, "Hi, umm your order isn't ready yet, please park up over there," he pointed towards the waiting area, "and someone will bring it out as soon as possible." The brunette smiled at him as he paid for the order then slowly drove towards the designated parking spot. Jungkook dropped to the floor crouching out of view, his heart was thumping against his ribs. He took a few minutes to calm himself down before returning to his mundane, tedious work.
The day seemed to drag on longer than usual for Jungkook, anything that could go wrong did. The coffee machine in the café side broke down, his coworker and best friend Jimin was burnt by hot oil in the fryer and had to be rushed off to A&E and Jungkook had slipped on some melted ice bruising both his knees during impact. By the time his shift was over he was well and truly over the day, but he had agreed to cover Taehyung's night shift (and hey, extra pay wasn't anything to scoff at)
He had a quick break, scoffing down some chicken nuggets before washing them down with a large Fanta, then fit the microphone headpiece back in place and waited for the craziness of the dinner rush. As expected the next 3 hours were insane, car after car seemed to flow past his window. His feet were burning from standing all day, eyes feeling heavy from exhaustion but he still had 4 more hours before closing.
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With only an hour to go the staff that remained locked the front doors, the drive thru now the only option for anyone with a late night craving for greasy burgers and burnt fries. Jungkook was able to finally rest his swollen feet, laying down in a booth hands folded under his head. He had just started to feel himself drift off when the static of the speaker box vibrated in his ear, the telltale sign of a car pulling up dragged him from his near slumber.
"Hello Welcome to McDonalds," a yawn broke free, his hand automatically rushing up to cover his nose, "Mmm sorry, can I take your order."
"Yeah, one Large Cheeseburger combo with an Iced Americano please"
Jungkook's eyes were as large as saucers as he flung himself out of the booth and ran towards the drive thru window. It was that delicate, ethereal man again, he'd never worked nights before so hadn't expected to see him again.
"I'm sorry, b-but the McCafe is closed, you'll have to order from the soft drink menu." He checked himself out in the reflective metal bench in front of where he stood, he was sure he looked like hell but there was little he could do, not that he could see anything anyway the bench was scattered with serviettes and spilled soft drink.
"That's okay, I'll just take a large Coke then."
"Sure thing, please drive up to the next window."
The car arrived within seconds, the only vehicle in the drive thru so late at night. Jungkook stood awkwardly, eyes darting between the man in the car and the crew in the back taking their sweet ass time to get the order ready. He huffed and slid the window open.
"Do you mind parking up and someone will bring your order out for you?"
"Yeah, thanks." The man paid then pulled up into the vacant waiting area. With his headlights turned off the car was invisible in the dark of the night. Jungkook let out another yawn and rubbed his tired sleepy eyes. He walked into the back just as his co-worker was folding over the brown paper bag.
"Can you take this out to him, I really need to use the bathroom." The bag was thrust into his arms as the night manager Namjoon ran past him towards the toilet block. He sighed, obviously he had no choice but to deliver this meal to the most gorgeous man to walk the earth. God was really testing him today. Jungkook removed his headpiece leaving it by the cash register, unlocked the front door and stepped into the chilly night.
He shivered before running towards the only car in empty space. He knocked gently on the driver side window and shifted off each foot while he waited for the window to be rolled down. There was no response. He tried to peer through the tinted glass but was unable to see anything so he knocked once more, this time a lot louder. The window rolled down part of the way and Jungkook could see the top of the man's face.
"Thanks, just slip it through." His voice was strained and a little pitchy.
Jungkook shifted his weight onto his left foot "Yeah, that's not gonna work you need to lower the window more."
A panicked no was the man's response. Jungkook was getting a little pissed off, he had been working non stop all day and just wanted to go home, have a quick jerk off session and then sleep.
"Dude, you need to open the window or I'm just dumping your shit on the ground." Jungkook didn't mean to snap, and not at the man he'd secretly been in love with for so long. But he was just so over his day.
Slowly the window lowered and Jungkook was able to see the man's face. Just as soft and perfect as always, except he had a pink tinge to his cheeks. Jungkook thought it looked beautiful, a gorgeous contrast to his pale skin. He went to pass the bag through when his eyes flickered downwards. Jungkook choked when his eyes fell upon a very thick and very hard cock peaking out between the man's legs. His jeans were pushed halfway down his legs and his right hand was clenched around the base of his shaft. Jungkook wasn't sure what to do. He'd been picturing the man's cock for months and now he was seeing it in the flesh, he was turned on and slightly overwhelmed.
The man used his free hand to grab the bag and nonchalantly threw it on the passenger seat. Jungkook was unable to remove his eyes from the brunette's cock, his tongue flicked out as he licked along his lip. When realisation set in of what he had just done, his face turned beetroot red and he spun around to run back to the safety of the store.
But before he could the man spoke, "Do you like what you see?"
Jungkook froze, it was pretty obvious he did, but he couldn't say that . . could he?
"Y-y-yes." He replied, his stutter making him cringe internally.
"Get in." It was more of a question than a demand and Jungkook felt a little better to know he wasn't the only one affected by what was happening. He walked to the door directly behind where the man sat and slowly opened it, he quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching before climbing into the back seat. They sat in silence for a while, Jungkook twisting his hair around his finger - a nervous habit of his and the man stared at him with those intense piercing eyes through the rare view mirror.
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After a few minutes Jungkook heard light whimpers come from the front and leaned forward between the empty space of the two front seats. The man was stroking his length slowly, cautiously watching Jungkook's every move in the mirror. Jungkook sat quietly and watched with attentive eyes at the scene unfolding in front of him. He longed to reach out and feel that soft translucent skin, to see his cum dripping all over the tattoos that were etched into his skin. But his body couldn't move, glued to the spot he was in.
Jungkook watched as the man's chest rise and fell, how his cock twitched every time a low moan escaped Jungkook's lips and at the precum that was leaking from the tip, helping to lubricate the man's slide.
"You are so fucking pretty," The deep mumbly voice broke the silence reverberating around the stifling space, "The first time I saw you I thought you were the prettiest guy I've ever seen. I fucking hate McDonald's, it tastes like shit. But I keep coming back because I want to see you."
"What the fuck." Jungkook couldn't believe what he was hearing, his dream man thought he was pretty? And only ordered food to see him? No wonder he had never seen him order inside the store. He shifted in his seat, his cock starting to ache from how hard it was. The man was still watching through the rare view mirror and had noticed.
"Get it out if you want, bit weird for me to be the only one with my dick out."
Jungkook quickly unzipped his trousers and yanked them down letting them land on the floor with a soft thud. He leaned into the back seat and spat onto his palm, wincing once he finally felt the tight grip of his hand relieve some of the pressure building up inside of him. He felt a little silly, legs open wide, knees bruised, white socks, black sneakers, McDonald's work shirt and hat still on, but the man staring back at him didn't seem to mind one bit of his appearance. Maybe he had a uniform kink?
Together they pumped their cocks, eyes locked onto one another's via the mirror. Their hushed breaths synchronised, the thrill of what they were doing drew Jungkook closer to his release. "Shit, I'm gonna c-cum soon. C-can I feel you? Please, I've wanted it for so long." The eyes staring back at him flashed a desire Jungkook had never seen in anyone before. The man pushed his pants off fully and scrambled into the back with Jungkook. Jungkook reached out hesitantly and stroked his fingers along the man's face, along his strong eyebrows, down his cute little nose, along his soft jawline and of course his sweet lips.
"So what's your name anyway? I'm Jungkook." he asked as he leaned in and started to kiss the man's exposed neck, hands hovering over his creamy white thighs.
"Yoongi."
"A pretty name for a pretty little thing. Perfect." Jungkook continued to suck deep purple marks onto Yoongi's neck, he hadn't given a hickey since he was a teenager, but he wanted to mark the man up so badly. He could feel Yoongi's hands knead at his soft ass, squeezing the flesh, running his finger along his crack, teasing at the entrance of his hole.
Without warning Jungkook detached from Yoongi's neck and pushed his smaller body against the backseat. He straddled Yoongi's thighs, shifting so their cocks were centimeters apart. He reached down between their bodies and held his cock in one hand and Yoongi's in the other, then pressed them firmly against each other. Jungkook whimpered, Yoongi was so hard and warm against his cock, which was now throbbing and leaking a small amount of precum. Jungkook ran his thumb over his slit, collecting as much of the clear fluid as he could before rubbing his thumb over the tip of Yoongi's cock, his fingers traced around the head, slowly moving down his length, with feather light touch. Jungkook closed his fingers around Yoongi's girth and moved his hand up and down covering him with his arousal. He stroked him a few times before taking both cocks into his tattooed hand and pushed them together. They both cried out at the contact of their pulsating cocks against one another.
Jungkook jerked them both off, squeezing and pumping eager to see Yoongi come undone under him. Yoongi arched his hips grabbing on tight to Jungkook's thighs and started thrusting in time with Jungkook. In response Jungkook ground his cock against Yoongi's even harder, his balls slapping against the large pair that hung below Yoongi's thick cock. They rocked and rutted against each others warm, smooth lengths. The windows of the car were fogged - evidence of something seedy taking place inside, Yoongi's burger and fries no longer warm, but neither took any notice too focused on chasing their climax.
Yoongi came first spurting ropes of hot cum all over his shirt while he choked out a deep, vibrating sob. Jungkook looked down and saw the creamy white fluid dripping down his fingers and over the faded black ink, his cock pulsated in his grip. Jungkook's gut tightened and his vision went blurry, he spilled his release all over his and Yoongi's cocks.
Jungkook's heart was racing just like it had been earlier in the day, he couldn't believe that the man he had be fantasising about was laying under him cock out and covered in his cum. Yoongi flashed him a gummy smile, one he had seen many times from the other side of the drive thru window. Up close it was even more lovely his perfect little teeth lined up straight, eyes crinkling in the corners.
"Jungkook! Jungkook! Where the fuck are you man?" Jungkook's head snapped towards Namjoon's booming voice echoing throughout the carpark. He looked at Yoongi panicked but the smaller man didn't seem worried in the slightest. Yoongi pulled his T-shirt up over his head and used it to clean the sticky mess off Jungkook's hand.
"Put your pants back on and act like nothing happened. Just say I'm an old friend and we were catching up or something. I'll come and see you tomorrow . . errr later this morning on my way to work. You know my order right?"
Jungkook quickly did what Yoongi told him and gave him a fond smile before climbing out into the bleak cold night.
"Namjoon-ah!!" Jungkook yelled into the darkness not quite sure where his manager was. The sound of frantic footsteps alerted him and he turned to face a very pissed off Namjoon. His jaw was clenched and his mouth was turned downwards. Jungkook had seen this face only once before, when Namjoon had lost his shit and fired someone on the spot for trying to deep fry a soft serve cone.
He gulped hard, "Sorry Namjoon that's an old friend of mine," he motioned towards the car, "I guess we lost track of time."
Namjoon sighed "You're lucky no one has showed up in the last hour besides your friend over there. Come on, it's time to clean this place for the morning crew and then we can get the hell out of here and get some sleep."
As Jungkook walked back to the dimly lit building he couldn't help but smile with the knowledge that Mr Cheeseburger and Iced Americano would be rolling up to his drive thru window in just a few hours to see him. He was lovin' it.
#bts smut#bts fanfic#yoongi smut#Jungkook smut#yoonkook#yoonkook fanfic#bts fanfction#suga#jungkook#yoongi#I wrote a fic inspired by McDonald’s fml#armywriterssupport#bts#bangtan#bts imagines#bangtaninn
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Defining Our Bonds (Human! Gyutaro x Transman Oc) Found Family Beginnings
The au goes with the sorta same backstory except with my oc, (now called) Asahi there so shit alters. Gyutaro and his sis are born in a red-light district to a neglectful mom that's a prostitute, living in the slums, baby boy has been convinced through verbal abuse and cruelty from others that his physical deformities and uglyness make him inherently irredeemable and he could never be a good person so he starts taking scummy jobs with other kids to collect debts and harass other poor people. He's like 14 at this time (I know the wiki says he turned into a demon at 13, but like, this is already an au anyways), his sis is like 10-12. He's kept her safe, if isolated because she's pretty and he fears people taking advantage of her. Now insert my oc. A kid sold to a brothel to be a servant to the ladies. Been told by his folks to become a man if he wants to survive and took it to heart, dressing and accepting life as one. He's a good, polite, and hardworking kid so the staff and working ladies like him a lot. He doesn't have it bad at all, he gets a roof on his head, meals, and he's never mistreated. However, working in a brothel is still fucked up as a kid; he got used quickly to some adult things and hearing absurdities as dinner conversation. It's here where he soaks up like a sponge stuff that others would've viewed as wrong, like gender preferences and sex preferences. Such 'perverse' things were the norm in this business. But anyways
Everything goes swell, just another day of doing the errands when he runs into Gyutaro's group doing a shake down on an old man. He hides, knowing to stay out of trouble, but can't help peek from his corner at Gyutaro. He's never seen anyone like him and can't help stare. He's the same age, and yet he's a brute. Violent and relentless, he steals the old man's properties and cash and leaves him alone in the ground with his lackeys behind. So busy staring, Asahi forgot he was coming his way until they were face to face. Then he got a sickle to the throat and a threat to mind his own damn business, if he didn't want to end up on his boss's hit list. They leave and Asahi is only somewhat perturbed, mostly still just being fascinated that someone like him exists. ...... he can't get him out of his head even when he finally gets back and does other work. He can't place why.
Shyly, he's been trying to find him again, volunteering for more errand jobs (very unlike him) and going the long way for every one of em. He sometimes finds him, and contentedly watches until he feels he should move on with work. It’s during these spying sessions that he learns what everyone calls him Gyutaro. Just his job title. While odd, it’s not uncommon among the poor. Names are lost. Asahi wondered if Gyutaro remembered his real name…
In his excursions, he sees him sometimes doing more jobs. Other times, he's left alone. During one of those times, Asahi found his usual lackeys alone. His 'friends', he realized, aren't really good people to him. They talk badly about him when he's gone and have even started plotting something with his sister for that night. To take her away. Fearing it, Asahi diverts from his work to try to look for Gyutaro and finds him buying food from a stand. He's nervous approaching him but steels his nerves and tries talking.
'There's something important you need to know!'
Gyutaro barely stops for a bit. He takes one look at him.
'Yeah?'
Asahi nods. Gyutaro walks away.
'I don't care.'
Asahi has to chase after him, trying so hard to get him to listen. 'I-I'm serious! It's serious!'
'I doubt it.'
'How can you-'
'I don't know you. You either want me to take on a job, or are trying something funny with me. Not interested, pipsqueak.'
'IT'S ABOUT YOUR SISTER!'
Now that makes him stop. His voice drops a level.
'What about 'er?'
Asahi fumbles through his words. 'Y-Your f-friends. I heard them... talking about selling your sister.'
'WHAT?'
'It's happening tonight!'
Gyutaro's streetfood has been crushed under his grip. He's shaking with rage. 'Why are you telling me?' He looks deadly. 'What do you want?' Asahi blinks. He never wanted anything... 'Nothing.... I just...'
'Wow. A good Samaritan.' He looms over him. 'I thought those were just a myth. Well, you lost your chance to get something from me. Leave. I have shit to do. Consider not getting your nose broken as my thanks. Never fucking talk to me again little piece of shit.' Asahi backs away... but only for a bit. What was the kid gonna do? He can try to help some more! 'You know, I could maybe-' A sickle narrowly missed him and made him jump. 'Fuck. Off.'
Asahi takes in a shaky breath and leaves. He's scolded for not getting the items needed in time. The rest of the day goes by and once he's supposed to be sleeping.... he gets up instead. He shouldn't be going outside at this hour. Who knows if someone would call on him for one thing or another.... but.... He leaves anyways. Without a clue where to go, he starts with the slums, where he could only guess the boy was from.
Wandering around the miserable place, after a long while of fruitlessness, plot convenience hits him in the form of a little girl who's tears blocked her vision. They both topple over. Surprised, she claws at him and screams, thinking it was a captor, but Asahi tries to shush her and explain. 'Are you ok?'
'W-Who are you?!'
'I'm... I was walking and you stumbled into me. Are you ok?'
She sniffles. She doesn't know if she can trust him, but voices behind her make her jump. She should run! The boy she stumbled into asks her again. 'Do you need help? I swear to you I won't touch you or do anything bad.' She's still crying. She's so scared. Without her brother, she's defenseless. She can't help but nod.
'Follow me.'
They run out of the slums. She trips a few times in the dark and he has to pick her up, saying sorries for breaking his promise. He finds a hiding spot he knew he could trust, and they stay there. The old shed where the brothel keeps its fermenting ingredients, alcohol and dried meats. It's cozy enough. She's still scared for her brother, but Asahi promises to help her find him when the sun comes back up. And it finally does. She eventually dozed off, but he kept watch all night. He knows it'll be a hard day. He wakes her, and blearily, they go stumbling through the alleys and back to the slums.
The streets are livelier with everyone going to their jobs. They hold hands as they try to shift through the crowd to look for her brother. They don't see him until a punch lands on Asahi's face. He falls to the floor. People keep moving but give them a wide berth. Gyutaro is on top of him immediately, throwing another punch. 'You fucking bastard. You were working with them weren’t you?! You thought you could sneak away while I handled the rest???'
'Gyu, no!!! LET HIM GO!!' His sister tries pulling him away, but he's too wrapped up in his head. Asahi tries to get him off, eventually landing a kick to his stomach. It wasn't hard, but just enough to help him scramble, and he tries to explain.
'I'm sorry! I found her and-'
'AND YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD TAKE HER FOR YOURSELF?'
'What?! NO! I HELPED!!!!'
'Helped who??? Yourself? You sick fuck, I'm going to-'
'HE HELPED ME!'
The tiny girl stands between them, finally being seen by her brother. He heaves in shaky breaths as he takes her in. She's ok. Not a scratch on her or her robes. She's giving him the same pout she always has when he doesn't want to hear her whines. 'He really did! And you're being mean to him when he was NICE! Guys were chasing me, telling me I was too pretty to stay at home! And he- he saved me!' She's back to sniffling. 'Where were you?? You're the WORST! You didn't come to my rescue! You promised you always would!'
The declarations make Gyutaro's shoulders drop. 'I was- I was trying to find them before.... fuck.' It didn't matter. He wouldn't have gotten to her in time. Despite the warning he had had beforehand.... and it was all thanks to this loser. The wimp with the battered face, slumped in the ground like a bag of meat. Gyutaro scoffed. '..... Fine. I'm sorry I wasn't there.'
'...... you should say sorry to him too.' She points at Asahi, who became alert through his sleepy haze. 'Oh- no! I uh- It's ok actually, I just-' he knew he shouldn’t expect such a thing from... such a character, and would much rather leave, but to his surprise, he got it. A very quiet,
'..... sorry.'
Asahi would like to believe that it was the shock that did him in. My man gave a weak smile then passed the fuck out.
Gyutaro has to carry em back to their home where he gives the house the believable excuse that he helped his sister and got beat up for it. His boss believes it... but can't say there won’t be repercussions for taking such an action. She scolds him when he gets up and gives him extra work. Gravely, she tells him that he should not be getting into the messes of other people. He could lose his life that way. Asahi bows his head and says he understands. But he doesn't promise he won't do it again. The old gang don't show their faces around Gyutaro anymore. Gyu does his work alone now. Without the intimidation of being outnumbered, he’s become more of a menace to people from the get go. He’s a demon of brutality. Sometimes, against Gyutaro's wishes, his sister braves a walk into the center to visit Asahi’s work. She was always a welcome secret, Asahi learning to save sweets given to him for her, taking their shared time together to teach her how he does his jobs (like cleaning the floors, removing stains) or telling her stories he knows from his ladies’ plethora of tales. They were caught by other staff at one point, but no one minded. Daki was a pretty little girl and didn’t bother the people. She was welcomed… but her visits became rarer with her brother growing weary. He didn’t like her visiting a brothel. He still didn’t trust Asahi. Why was he paying her such attention? He could only guess, and it made him furious. Disgusted. He tried more threats, catching him on an errand and pinning him in an alley. He should stop talking to his sister, helping them once was already enough. They’re not a damn charity case. Asahi frowned at this.
‘What’s wrong with getting involved? She’s a nice kid. She deserves some kindness in her life. And so do you.’
Gyutaro’s hand shakes. ‘Why does everything you say have to be such fucking bullshit?’
Asahi tries to laugh it off. ‘It just comes naturally to me I guess.’ Gyu lets him go, and Daki doesn’t return for a while.
The next time he sees her, unfortunately, is when the temperature has become colder. The sheds of the slums are miserably inept at keeping out the cold. Still, it’s preferable to braving the snow and wind. This is something their mother tells them as she prepares to have a customer in the shed. It’s not something new, but after the last scare with his own colleagues, Gyutaro is especially guarded. He can’t leave to visit his boss with his sister… But he sure as hell doesn’t want to leave her here either. Asahi nearly jumps when he hears a knock from the same spot Daki would come in. Hesitantly, he peeks out the door, only to have it swing open. Gyutaro, sister in tow, isn’t here to ask for help. He’s here to demand for payment for not bothering the wimp for so long. ‘Just let her in. I can deal.’
‘I… don’t think that’s going to work. We have a lot of patrons today…’
‘UGH, is there really no fucking closet you can stuff her in? As long as it’s warm-’
‘And as long as I get sweets!’
‘….. she’ll be fine.’
Asahi looks behind his shoulder, assessing the time he could get away with being missing. He smiled. ‘I have an idea.’
He brought them to the hidden shed he holed up Daki in before. It was closed off, and though they couldn’t light a fire inside, Asahi brought with him his blanket. Daki could stay here… and so could Gyu. ‘It’s better than that flimsy shed isn’t it? And no one will bother you! Just… please don’t…… take any of the stock.’ Gyutaro took a look around. This stuff could be valuable to sell. To eat. His greed made him start making calculations. What could he start shaving off? His sister’s ruffling beside him made him look. Asahi had given her a sweet food that was still a bit warm. She happily ate it as Asahi beamed. Gyutaro’s grin faltered. What was he doing? He was depending on this guy’s kindness again. He was failing as a brother. Gyutaro stepped away. ‘Alright. I have to go…. I’ll come by when it gets dark.’
‘That’s alright! I’ll keep checking up on Daki when I have time. I’ll try to sneak some stuff for you too when you come back!’
Gyutaro looked back at the boy. His cheeriness and goodwill knew no limits. It grated on his nerves. ‘I don’t need it. Just give it to Daki.’ With that, he left.
Asahi does as he promised anyways, much to Gyutaro’s disdain as he comes back to a nice small meal. Daki (and Gyu) stay in the shed, and Asahi constantly goes to check on them, sometimes even giving Daki something to do so she doesn’t get bored. She counts all the stock in the shed, practices how to fix rips on old clothes, and makes her own new dolls. Sometimes he brings her to the main house to help as well, when the customers are low and the Boss is none the wiser. He always returns her at the end, full of food and happy. Gyutaro is conflicted at the relief he feels not having to care for her as much. One night, as Daki slept peacefully in a makeshift bedroll, the snow poured heavily but Gyutaro stayed outside. He didn’t want to sleep yet, too lost in his thoughts. He was scratching himself again, a habit he began and didn’t notice usually until he bled. He sighed, feeling the sting of the cold get to his new wounds and got up. He was going to go inside when he noticed a speck moving towards him. The wimp.
‘Oh good, you’re here!’ Gyutaro narrowed his eyes. What now? Asahi handed the boy something wrapped in a cloth meant for kitchens. It was warm. He opened it and could smell the buns inside. It made him suddenly feel ravenous. ‘I gave Daki some today, and they just made more for some bigshot that came in. I wanted you to get some hot too!’ That dumb smile. Gyutaro wanted to throw the food just to see it disappear… but he knew better. He knew.
‘Alright. You gave em, now leave.’ He didn’t want to see him anymore. He’d eat then sleep. But, as always, Asahi’s eyes widened and he did the opposite. ‘More scratches? This time in your cheek… how do these happen?’ Without thinking, he reached out to touch them. It made Gyutaro snap. He slapped Asahi’s hand away, so fast and without forethought that it made him drop the food. ‘Don’t. Fucking touch me.’
‘Oh…. I’m sorry….’Asahi didn’t back away. All intimidation was lost on him by now. He knelt down to pick up the buns, luckily still in the cloth. ‘Here, I’ll try to bring some salve tomorrow too-‘
‘Stop it.’ Gyutaro growled. ‘Stop treating me like a baby! I don’t need your help! Save that for Daki. I’m ok. I can get by.’ Asahi blinked. Twice. He put his gloved hand over his mouth, in thought.
‘I… never said you couldn’t?’
Gyutaro’s brain was running on empty. What is that supposed to mean?
‘Of course you can take care of yourself. You’re super strong! And smart! I… don’t know why you think I don’t know?’ Gyutaro’s rigid stance softened from the sudden praise. Asahi laughed and rubbed his hand to his head. ‘I’m sorry… I guess my trying to be of use to you was just being a bother. I just… really wanted to do something for you too. You’re a good brother. I… admire you.’
Gyutaro took a few steps back. What was happening? What was this talk? He was in too much of a daze to ask any further questions. Asahi thrust the cloth-wrapped food back at him and he took it without a fight. ‘A-Anyways I… I also think. Even if it’s a pain. That you should just… keep using me. I mean. Daki needs her strong brother right?’
Asahi’s face was a mess. Where was he going with this? He lost all his reasoning. This was too much. ‘I-I’m sorry. I’m going to be selfish and keep trying! I’ll… I’ll bring the salve tomorrow!’ With that, he rushed away. He’d been enough of a fool for the day. Gyutaro kept looking at his retreating back until he couldn’t anymore. Only then did he go back inside to recover from the chill and the awkward surge of emotions. What a fucking pain. He chomped on the food. That fucking twerp was going to stay a nuisance?
……..
Well. If he really wanted to waste his time. Gyutaro guessed he’d warned him enough already…
#demon slayer#kimetsu gyutaro#kimetsu no yaiba#gyutaro demon slayer#demon slayer gyutaro#kny#kny x y/n#kny gyutaro#gyutaro x y/n#gyutaro#gyutaro x oc#oc x gyutaro#transman! oc#human! au#yes this started as just a y/n but then i got attached and even drew art of asahi and now im here#ds gyutaro
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sick headcanons!
anon request: i love your writing smmm !! 🥺 can i request mha sick hcs where they take care of the reader when they don’t feel well 🥺 you choose who !! <3333
a/n: sorry it took so long <//3
pairings: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Monoma x sick,g/n!reader
warnings: none rlly, mention of throwing up in monoma, slight manga spoilers
can be seen platonically and romantically <3
kaminari:
Tbh i think he’d be quite Useless
Just rlly panicky n stuff bc what the fuck does one do with a sick person???
*walks into your dorm* “hey y-n wanna- WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK TERRIBLE”
*you in a blanket and not having enough energy to be offended* “i think i’m dying” “y/n WHAT”
He’d try his best regardless tho
He goes to sato and helps with doing something soothing and welcoming
On his way back to your dorm he passes aizawa and tells him you’re sick in THE worst way
“Oh yeah Aizawa-sensei, y/n is dying-” “THEY’RE WHAT”
Kami would definitely storm into the room with him and be just as worried
What if it was something really serious??? Like the plague?????
They find you just laying in bed, sniffling and groaning
Turns out it wasn’t the plague and just a bad flu
Flu with its whole jazz, you had a fever of 38C and you could barely move
Aizawa got you excused from classes for about a week and left again
Kami just stood there with his soup and went “oh thank god you're not dying”
like i said i think he'd be useless but try his best
he checks up on you every half hour either in person or via text during classes
he brings you stuff like blankets and foods even though you can't taste any of them or have any type of appetite
but! thanks to the fridge in your room you just had snacks for about… forever
he gave you extra attention too
sometimes he'd just sit on the ground and talk about his day and theories while you just laid under your blanket
you appreciated it though
except for aizawa, sato and tsuyu nobody came over and even they just came in every few hours
kami stayed for hours on end and even tried to convince aizawa to let him sleep over so he could “watch over you” incase you “stopped breathing”
it's not like you slept much when he was around anyway, nights were not ideal for a good rest on a sick day
it was endearing seeing him lay on a futon on the floor and poking you when he had to get up for class
he leaves notes and stuff to make sure you didn't get worried
did he do anything to make you feel better physically? not rlly
did he lift your spirits and make you feel less lonely? most definitely
kirishima:
hear me out
this boy is an angel when it comes to caring for people
when he got into the whole essentially self care stuff he also knows what's best for others
he was probably one of the first to notice you being ~off your game~
whether in class or just yknow vibing, he'd tap your shoulder and softly “you okay man?”
he calls everyone dude and man and bro no matter gender or anything he's just that into the manliness stuff
and yes he puts you in essentially self isolation more for yourself than for others
“your body needs to rest y/n! can't properly get better if everyone keeps bothering you!”
he calls you every night tho and he has aizawa bring you stuff when he checks up on you (he's allowed because he's the teacher ofc also as long you're a UA student like one of your legal guardians which is like a dad and dads can see their kids sick right?)
stuff ranges from just bowls of soup to compresses to the handmade ointment against a sore throat to like socks he knitted or something his parents sent in bc he told them you were sick
yes this boy tells his parents you're sick
i mean someone probably told yours but like twice the parents means twice the comfort!
alternatively if your parents are *cough* he'd tell his parents and put you on the phone with them because everyone needs some parental love from time to time (don't act tough about it, he's gonna make you cry and tell you how manly you are for doing so)
when you're back on your feet he probably still treats you like you're about to fall over for like two or three days more
he praises you for how well you did during your essential quarantine and when you say you didn't do anything he says some cheesy stuff about manliness
“bro i'm so proud of you for getting through it!” “i didn't do anything kiri-” “don't say that! it takes so much energy and manliness to keep in self isolation and get better, you did amazing”
tokoyami:
i love birds
also look at baby toko he's so cute
do birds get sick?
anyways
tokoyami is like.. helpful but tries to be undercover about it
he's not gonna ignore you or anything
he's the type to like silently nudge teachers into your area so they could see you were clearly sick and send you back to the dorms to rest
but he'd never actually ask you or tell anyone
it would ruin his whole ~vibe~
dark shadow tells him to tell someone and he rlly does especially if he sees you struggling through it in class but he's also just not great at talking with people so a nudge or “secret note” will have to do
it does work, you're in your dorm right before combat training because mic had sent you up and excused you
mic is sweet he said he'd send aizawa up when he finds him but that you should rest
he also tells you that you have some really attentive friends
you're at this point just letting the sickness take over you so you have no idea what he just said (you heard him but the words just didn't register in your brain)
you get into bed and the first thing you do is sleep through afternoon classes
tokoyami is only at 50% today and so is dark shadow
tokoyami swears he isn't worried, the teachers are capable of taking care of you in an appropriate manner so that you will recover in no time
dark shadow on the other hand is all gittery and doesn't wanna focus on anything but you
off topic but i just think dark shadow is tokoyamis way of showing emotions or well like… like his internal thoughts? not like his internal dialogue but ya know his feelings
so he can act all goth and dramatic but dark shadow is a good way of still giving some of his feelings an output
back to you
so training is over and so is your nap
but you wake up to pillows, stuffed animals, blankets and more pillows surrounding you
half of them weren't yours either
they laid around you like some kind of pillow fortress jusy surrounding you and making sure you didn't hit your head on the wall or fall from the bed
it kinda felt like a nest- oh
you tried getting up, your head almost immediately flinging uoh back into bed but you needed to see if a certain someone would come back in to build the nest
“dark shadow, be quiet we don't want them to w- oh you're up”
tokoyami came in with more stuffies and an extra blanket like it was a siberian winter and your rooms only source of warmth was an almost dying candle
“are those yours?” you asked half asleep, your head absolutely booming
you could barely keep your eyes open, that's how exhausted you were but you made an effort to smile at the bird and his shadow
“uh no, yaomomo-san insisted on making some blankets for you and hagakure-san, ashido-san and uraraka-san gave me all their stuffed animals when they heard i was paying you a visit-” “but the blue star blanket and teardrop pillow are from fumi!! he brought them from home because he can't sleep without them!!” “DARK SHADOW!”
you only chuckled before breaking out in a cough again
aizawa came in some time after and had a hard time finding you under all the blankets and stuffies and even offered to tell the class to stop bothering you
but you just laid there all cozy and told him to let them be
“it's how he shows affection, it's nice”
monoma:
oh so the 1A student got sick??? huh??? I thought 1A was invincible hUUUUUUH??? *manic laughter*
coughs
anyways
so basically the two hero courses are more “in tune” after the joint training
they often have dinners together and it isn't rare to see kendo come over with monoma and tetsu^4
she came over to hang with the girls and tetsu had training sessions with kiri
nobody rlly knew why monoma tagged along though
all he did was spout about how average everything is for the “superior hero course”
he did secretly like the classes growing together more though
he'd sit on the couch with you and occasionally laugh about something else other than his team beating yours during joint training
one day he came in and didn't see you at your usual spot
“ehhhh??? where's the only tolerable person in this course??”
used to his lowkey insults deku pointed you out at the dinner table, head resting on your hand and looking over some homework
“y/n what are you- oh my god you look horrible”
“thanks monoma, you're as nice as ever”
your face was drained of any colour, eyes heavy lidded and you could barely control the pen that scribbled over the paper
he tried grabbing your wrist but pulled back immediately
you were way too hot and the fact that he noticed by grabbing your wrist meant that it was more than just a high fever
“is 1A that incompetent that they couldnt even notice their classmate falling sick??? can you guys do anything but trouble???”
“shut up monoma, we tried getting them to bed but they insisted on finishing up first and there's nothing in the world that can get y/n away from what they've put their head to”, kaminari yelled from the living room space
how were you gonna get anything finished if your head was falling off your shoulders if you didn't hold it up
class 1A really was incompetent
“sato-san, give me a hand”
sato, who was currently cooking up dinner, just held out his hand and some type of chocolate bar which monoma grabbed and ate up
“this is incredibly sweet, i don't know how you do it”
it's become like half a routine for monoma to copy quirks for whatever reason
kiri and tetsu used it to determine which quirk was handier
uraraka’s quirk made cleaning up after a game night easier
it was training for all of them
monoma could train his copy and the others could measure how much they've grown from his reaction to it
anyways
sato’s quirk kicked in and he lifted you up over his shoulder
“monoma!” you could barely lift your voice, faintly kicking
before you knew it he placed you on your bed in your dorm and sighed
“you're lighter than i thought”
“i think i'm gonna throw up”
so you hurled into your garbage can
monoma held back whatever there was to hold back
(he was very much disgusted but even he knew that this wasn't the time to let any type of negative emotion show)
“jolly gees y/n, what did you have for breakfast?!”
you laid in bed as he passed you a water bottle
“you need to drink something, you lost a lot of water”
“awe caring for me, monoma?”
“this is for general health, y/n. i would never as much as care for anyone, especially not a brat from 1A. who even knew that any of you could fall sick huh?! weren't you supposed to be superior to the rest of us??!”
he said all of that while putting a blanket on you and opening the window for fresh air
“god you 1A fools really are incompetent!”
he went into your bathroom and soaked a small towel in water
“i'm only doing this so you don't infect anyone. god you could cause an epidemic at UA and in the end 1b would fall victim to you as well! this is all just for the general well-being!”
you didn't even hear what he was saying anymore
with a half empty bottle next to your head, you slept peacefully
monoma let out a deep breath when he saw you
“i'd never care for anyone in 1A, i'm better than that…”
he whispered those words to himself
(he did care)
#bnha imagines#bnha#bnha x reader#bnha x gn!reader#Kaminari Denki#kaminari x reader#kaminari fluff#kaminari imagine#kirishima eijirou#kirishima fluff#kirishima x gender neutral reader#kirishima x you#kirishima x reader#bnha tokoyami#tokoyami headcanons#tokoyami fluff#tokoyami x reader#monoma x reader#mha monoma#monoma x y/n#monoma neito#monoma fluff
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Levi Ackerman × reader
Genre: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, matured themes, slowburn
Warning: There's mentions and descriptions of underage rape and suicidal themes and self harm. DETAILED SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER
(Y/N) POV
It has been a few weeks. Hanji experimented with Eren and pushed him too far which got his face torn off. I have been going to Levi's room every night and he had been teaching me new things about sex. Things he liked to do resembled some things from my past but this time, I enjoyed it because I trusted him and he didn't force me into anything. Last night, he tied me up, gagged me and spanked me because I messed up during our training session about using knives. Yes, he had been training me how to use knives so that I can protect myself with just a pocket knife. I accidentally let him cut me on my hand during our session last day because I was feeling dizzy out of nowhere. I got up this morning and washed my face in Levi's bathroom. He got up as I was wearing my nightgown.
"You look good with those hickeys" he complimented with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at that and went back to my room when I was done dressing. I wore a shirt and a skirt that I owned before joining the survey corps. I went down to make breakfast as usual. No one was awake yet except Levi and myself. I started making tea and peeling some potatoes. Levi came downstairs when the tea was done. I poured some for him and myself. The potatoes were still being steamed when Mikasa, Eren and Armin came down. Eren said "Sasha will be really happy this morning too" with a chuckle when he smelled the steamed potatoes. I've been making steamed potatoes for breakfast for a few days "Well, potato girl deserves some good days" I replied as I was drinking my tea and observing the potatoes.
I listened to Mikasa that day and started trying to care about everyone's feelings and so far, I've been doing pretty well. I even made peace with Jean after apologising for my outburst that day. Surprisingly, he apologised for being too pushy too. Jean, Sasha and Connie came downstairs as Levi went upstairs to get done with some paperwork and when the potatoes were cooked. Sasha looked really happy again and gave me a hug, again which I didn't return, again. "He cut you again didn't he? Why do you give that shorty so many chances to hurt you?" Jean scoffed from the table. Even if he apologised the other day, he still didn't change his mind about Levi. "Well, I'm training myself for the worst situations that I could come across. It's just a small cut." I replied monotonously.
"Hey (Y/N), are you imitating Mikasa?" Eren chimed in. "Why do you think that?" I asked him with a straight face. "You keep wearing a scarf like her all the time" he added. "Well, does it matter if I am imitating her?" I asked him, my expression clearly telling him to drop the topic. I, of course didn't want anyone to try to get my scarf off and see the hickeys that Levi left on me. Thus, intimidating Eren was the only option. "Okay okay calm down! " he muttered to me as I looked away. I ate a steamed potato and went off to my room to take a book.
Suddenly nausea hit me and I had to run to my attached bathroom. This had been happening for a few days but I just assumed that it could be because of food poisoning. After all, Mikasa cooked dinner the other day and it tasted like horse shit. Everything tasted like horse shit after that. Except tea and steamed potatoes ofcourse. That's why I've been making those for breakfast. This puking every morning was getting out of control so I decided to go to Hanji for medicines after I was done reading the book. It was almost evening when I was done reading and I went to Hanji's room which was downstairs. I didn't have to knock as the door was already open.
"Hanji, I need medicine for food poisoning." I said as I walked up to her. She was looking at some files on her table. "Food poisoning? When did you get that? The food supply we get are of good quality." she said curiously. "Well, Mikasa's cooking skills are so good that it made my stomach upset" I told her sarcastically. "But her cooking was pretty good." Hanji said in a matter of fact tone. "You can't be serious. It tasted like horse shit" I told her with wide eyes. "(Y/N), could you elaborate on the symptoms you are having?" Hanji said to me in a serious tone. "Well, I'm puking every morning, everything tastes like shit except tea and steamed potatoes." I stated. Hanji was already noting everything down on a notebook.
"When did you have your periods?" she asked. "Well, it was... last month..." I trailed off. I was late for periods by about one and half week. My periods were never irregular. "When are you supposed to have periods this month?" Hanji asked. "I was supposed to have it a bit more than a week back." I answered. I didn't like where things were going. "Do you usually have irregular periods?" she asked. "No." I answered. I was praying that what I was thinking is wrong.
"Did Levi forget to pull out?" she asked. "Huh? What? " I got jerked back into reality by that. "Relax (Y/N). I figured it out. Levi never calls you 'brat', he actually gives you private self defence lessons, I noticed that he talks to you a lot, you never seem to complain about him like normal people and I got upstairs the other night to borrow a book and didn't find you in your room and you were pretty loud in Levi's room and I could hear you from the hallway upstairs." she explained as I gaped at her. I remembered that day. It basically was the only day when I was actually loud.
One week ago:
I found him sitting by his desk when I entered his room. He noticed me enter and motioned me to go to his bed. I did what he said and sat on the bed. He came to me a few minutes later after arranging the paperwork he was working on. "I taught you everything about the type of sex I like except one. I can't teach you this one because this is something you need to be okay with and learn to enjoy it yourself." he said. "What is it?" I asked with excitement. Everything he taught me so far, including bondage, enjoying any sort of pain he inflicted on me by spanking or slapping or using sex toys, etc, I found them quiet enjoyable.
"What’s your view on roleplaying? I kinda wanted to try that..." with that he explained everything about it to me. I didn't know if this would turn me on or not. "You mean you'll treat me like a cheap whore in bed?" I asked him calmly. "Yes" he answered. "So, you'll treat me like what I was. Even you see me like that don't you?" I barely whispered. I felt betrayed because I trusted that he would treat me right. I never expected this of him. "(Y/N), this is just for sex. When we are done, I'll be back to just Levi. And I'll not do any of these if you don't want me to. If you want, we can keep things as it is now. At the end, everything depends on your decision." he told me as he pulled me into a hug.
"Just, think about it. I think you need to try it out first before making a decision. I'll do it only if you allow me to." he said. I thought hard about it. I remembered that he asked me to trust him and decided to do that. "Let's try it out" I answered with a smile. He didn't waste any time and smashed his mouth onto mine. He fingered me till I almost had an orgasm and then he removed the finger and just walked back to his desk and started working. "Why did you stop?" I whined and he didn't even look at me and said, "Quit whining, brat. Convince me to waste my time on you instead and make yourself useful." "How do I do that, Levi?" I asked him. "It's Heichou to you, brat. Get under the desk and suck me off. I wont be helping you next time." He said monotonously as I did exactly what he asked me to do.
I got him hard pretty fast but that didn't make him budge from his position. After what seemed like an eternity of me sucking his dick, he pulled my hair roughly to remove my head from his dick. "Do you want this dick in you?" he asked. "Yes Heichou." I said eagerly without any hesitation. He removed his hand from my hair and said, "Beg for it". I didn't know what to do so I simply muttered, " I want you Heichou. Please". That got me a slap across my face. "You have too much damn dignity for a whore. Ask properly" he said giving me a look of disapproval. "Please have me Heichou" I tried again. This time, he stared at me for a while and commanded me to go to the bed and lay down.
I did what he said as he got some genital clamps from a drawer on his desk. He used them on my clit and two nipples and said, "If you can't get it right in three chances, you'll go back to your room without getting an orgasm. I'll pull one off you as punishment if you get it wrong." he said. I thought hard and whispered, "Heichou, please fuck me". "Close but, first, I barely heard what you said. That means you don't want it enough. Second, who are you?" he said as he pulled the clamp stuck to my clit roughly making me yelp loudly. He then massaged my clit slowly which reduced the pain and gave me volts of pleasure.
While doing it, he asked "Who are you?". Instead of saying my name, I figured out what he actually wanted me to say. " I'm a whore" I half moaned out. "I can't hear you. Say it loudly" he said as he gave a pinch on my clit which made me shout out "I’m a whore" in a strangled moan. "Good. Whose whore are you?" he asked again while rubbing my clit again. "Yours" I moaned out. "Good. Say, who are you?" he asked me rubbing me harder. "I'm Heichou's whore" I moaned loudly.
"Good girl. That's right. You're my little whore. Now beg me properly" he said with a smirk. "Heichou, please fuck your little whore" I gasped. At that, he pulled the clamp from my right breast and said, "Louder" angrily. To this I shouted, "PLEASE FUCK YOUR LITTLE WHORE, HEICHOUUUUU". He unbuckled his pants and smashed into me before I could finish. And, as he promised, he let me orgasm and made me swallow his cum instead of just spilling it over me. When he was done, he pulled me in a hug and asked, " How did you feel?". "I think we will be doing this a lot in future" I murmured before passing out on his chest.
"Does anyone else know?" I asked her panicking. "Nope. I don't think anyone else will go upstairs at 12 am to knock at your door for a book. They still are scared of you even if you're trying to be nice to them" she chuckled. "He did forget to pull out once... That was weeks ago..." I muttered. To that, she took a small packet from her drawer and opened it and gave me a small weird looking strip of paper that had plastic and some symbols around it.
"Find a cup and pee in it and dip the area of the strip with the small arrow sign on it. You will find some lines form on the middle of the strip. Bring it to me when you're done. I took it, did exactly what she said and brought it to her. I held it in front of her, she looked at the two lines that had appeared on the strip and said, "(Y/N), you're pregnant."
Before I could react to this statement, I heard Connie's surprised voice asking Hanji, "(Y/N) is pregnant?!". My legs gave out and I sat on the ground. This can't be happening. This has to be a bad dream. "Yes she is. What is it? Did Nifa come back after giving news about Nick's death to Erwin?" Hanji asked Connie.
"Yes she came back with a letter. Levi Heichou wants everyone in the dining room." he reported to Hanji before looking at me and asking, "Who's the father?". I didn't look at him and muttered, " I can't say...". I felt tears suddenly flow out of my eyes as I croaked out, "this isn't real. This is a bad dream...". Hanji and Connie looked at me sympathetically and Hanji said, "I'm afraid it is real. I promise I'll help you go through this". "Thanks Hanji". I muttered to her and looked back at Connie and told him, "No one can know about this. Promise me.". "I swear no one will know a thing! I'll help you in any way I can too!" Connie told me nervously.
Hanji helped me up as we went for the dining room. Everyone was standing there as Nifa mentioned how hard it was for her to reach Uncle Erwin as the military police was guarding his hospital room. When she somehow reached and gave Uncle Erwin the news about Nick, Uncle Erwin sent her off with a letter. He was arrested just after that and all of the regiment scouts are on a ban. The military police wouldn't take the ban off until we give up Eren and Historia.
Levi commanded us to gear up and leave the safe house immediately. We did so and then the military police came to raid the place just a while later. "We need to go to a safe place that Erwin mentioned in his letter. We will use our 3D manoeuvre gears for our plan to work. We will hide it with our cloaks. Eren and Historia will have body doubles and the real Eren and Historia will be on a cart, that Erwin has specifically mentioned to rent, away from us." Levi explained us the plan as Hanji interjected by saying, "We need to take some other things into consideration. It's about (Y/N). She's..." I stopped her before she broke the news and said, "It's nothing important Hanji. I can fight with a bit of food poisoning".
Hanji looked at me with caution and let it slide. "Alright, I'll get to Erwin with Moblet. The rest of you, follow Levi." Hanji commanded as she got on her horse. "Wait!" Eren shouted at Hanji before giving her a piece of paper where he wrote about a conversation he remembered from Reiner and Ymir back when he was kidnapped. With that, she left. We rode to Trost that night while I was trying to figure out if I made the right decision by not letting Levi know that his child was growing inside me.
It was afternoon when we reached Trost. A cart was rented from the place Uncle Erwin mentioned and Eren and Historia were in it. Jean and Armin were doubling as Eren and Historia. I didn't get any sleep last night and I was hungry because stopping to buy food would raise suspicions. I felt weak, dizzy and nauseatic but I tried to not let it show. Sasha took out a bread from her bag and started eating it. "You have food in your bag Sasha?" Connie exclaimed. "Yes. I brought some bread. I can't spend so much time without food" she said as she took a bite of the bread".
"Oi Sasha, give that bread to (Y/N)." Connie told her in a pleading voice. "Huh? Why? I'm not giving my food to anyone!" she exclaimed. "Trust me on this Sasha. You'll regret not giving it later. Please" Connie pleaded for me. I looked at Sasha with pleading eyes too because I knew the baby needed it. Acting like that made me feel strange because I never pleaded anyone for sake of someone else. Sasha took my look seriously and handed me her bread. "Thanks" I murmured.
Eating the bread made me feel less weak but more nauseatic. I got close to Connie and told him, "Connie, I gotta puke. Cover for me." "Okay wait." he replied as he went to Levi and talked to him about something. Levi gave me a brief look and answered to him and he came back with a smile. "I told him that we need washroom breaks. He allowed us to go." Connie said. "Okay." I replied shortly because I felt bile flowing up my throat. We hurried to a narrow alley where I threw up while Connie held my hair so that I wont have puke all over it. When I was done, he gave me some water from his flask to wash my mouth. "I don't know how to repay you for all the help. Thank you Connie." I told him earnestly.
"You don't have to repay me (Y/N)! You're like our big sister!" Connie told me with a smile. I smiled back at him, remembering the advice Mikasa gave me weeks back. She was right. Having people to care about you is really nice. I felt slightly better both physically and emotionally than before as we returned to the group. Suddenly, Levi shouted at us to move from the road and a cart rushed at us and picked Jean and Armin up and left. Plan B was put in motion now.
"Mikasa, (Y/N), go after them and see how things are going so far. We need to buy some time for Eren and Historia to get away and we need to ensure their disguises aren't discovered" Levi commanded us and we used our 3DMG to follow them. I noticed that all the movement made me dizzy but I tried my best to focus. They reached a warehouse and took Jean and Armin inside. We looked through the window and after a while, a guy started to touch Armin thinking that’s Historia. "We need to inform this to Heichou. Their disguises will be seen through soon at this rate" I told Mikasa and we flew up on a roof where Levi was sitting.
Mikasa briefed him about everything and asked him how his leg is. I didn't talk to him because I was feeling guilty about lying to him. He told Mikasa and me to take action and told me to give a message to everyone.
We reached that building and infiltrated it. Mikasa and I knocked out the guards with single kicks and waited behind the huge boxes in the Warehouse. A few more people got in after a while and Mikasa and I knocked them out too. I took out the leader and two subordinates and Mikasa took out the others. The leader tried to shoot me with a gun which was in his coat buy Sasha shot an arrow at the gun and stopped him. We tied them up and I told everyone, "Now that we are done here, Heichou gave me a message to give you all..."
Levi POV
I was sitting down behind the bar hiding from Kenny. "So, blowing heads off my team is your new hobby?" I asked him. "Hmm. Adults do things that little runts like you won't understand. Oops, my bad, you're so tiny that it's hard to believe you've grown up. You apparently also got yourself a little lady didn't you?" Kenny laughed. They knew. I felt like my heart stop. They will use her to bait me won't they...
"I don't know what you're talking about" I said calmly. "Oh so a certain (Y/N) (L/N) mean nothing to you? I remember hearing that she even started a bar fight over you" Kenny scoffed. He had more information than I thought. Kenny was talking about how I am as bad as him when I turned a bottle of wine to see his reflection. I took the gun that bar owners have for self defence and used that reflection to shoot him. He had a chair so I was sure it didn't hit him.
I used another chair as distraction, killed a man because he made the mistake of getting caught up by the distraction and used his body to shield the bullets the other two men shot at me and killed them both. I flew towards where the cart could be and found it pretty quickly. I had to warn (Y/N) to stay away from the cart or any threat. I could see the others coming towards me and the cart too. I let them know that three of us were already killed and not to hesitate to kill anyone if they get the chance. No one except (Y/N) and Mikasa said "Roger".
"Jean, Armin go get the cart. Mikasa, assist them. (Y/N), stay away from the cart or any threat. You're a target now too." I told (Y/N) as she looked at me with surprise. Suddenly, another military police member got on the cart along with the driver who pointed her gun towards Jean. The other one was going for Armin. (Y/N), just as I anticipated, didn't follow my order and went to save them. She killed the man with his gun pointing at Armin and Armin shot the woman who had her gun pointed at Jean.
Suddenly, I saw (Y/N) sitting down on the cart with her hands clutching her head. More military police caught up with the cart and I pushed Jean out of the cart while Sasha pushed Armin out. Mikasa was supposed to get (Y/N) out but she missed her because she laid down on the cart suddenly becoming unconscious. Mikasa tried to follow then but I had to stop her and myself. Kenny's plan worked perfectly.
We went back to the abandoned building that Erwin instructed us to go to. The people who were trying to kidnap the doubles of Eren and Historia were tied up there. I was furious and worried about (Y/N). I explained Armin that he wasn't wrong by shooting that woman a while ago. We sat in silence for a while before Mikasa broke the silence by saying, "We could've saved them if you had let me go, Levi Heichou..." I looked at her coldly and said, "No you couldn't save them. They were almost at the gate.".
"My friends were there. We could've saved them if you helped me. But ofcourse, you don't care." Mikasa muttered. Loosing Eren again took a toll on her. "Don't just assume shit" I answered to that. "Now that the military police know about things anyway, there's no reason to hide this anymore. (Y/N) and I are in a relationship. So, Mikasa, you're not the only one who lost someone special to you. Now, stop acting like a child and accept the fact that there was nothing we could've done." I told Mikasa glaring at her. For some reason, everyone looked at Jean after I told them about (Y/N) and myself. "Why are you brats looking at him?" I asked them. "No reason!" Jean shouted out nervously.
"Uh, Heichou?" I heard Connie call me. "What is it?" I asked him. "(Y/N) wanted me to keep this a secret but in this situation, I don't think I should given that you told us about her. (Y/N) was pregnant Heichou." he blurted out. I felt like someone punched me in the guts. Hard. My face clearly showed the shock that I was in and everyone looked at me showing different emotions like being shocked that even I can feel things or being sympathetic about the fact that I couldn't protect her. I buried my face in my palms. I couldn't loose her. I had a child now? I wasn't ready for this but I couldn't loose my child too.
This probably was my only chance I had at having a normal life because I could never build up the courage to start a family by myself. Situation had to force me towards it at some point and it was doing that right when (Y/N) wasn't with me. Suddenly I remembered that she had that pocket knife with her. I made her hide it in her panties so that no one would find it if she's searched. I remembered saying Farlan and Isabelle that I trusted them. I remembered how my trust was broken. However, this time... "I trust her. She will make it out of there" I told everyone. I had no other option than to believe in her.
To be continued...
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