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inkykeiji · 2 months

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ vox + marking you

character: vox warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, marking/branding (carving something into the skin), blood, toxic relationship, extreme possessiveness, daddy kink, dacryphilia, fem!reader, minimal/no prep, dubcon if you squint, pet names, painful sex, reader doesn’t get to orgasm words: 1.8k notes: vox likes to mark what belongs to him. permanently. and, as always, that mark must be perfect.

He’s been at it for nearly half an hour now, a slow drag of his index claw downward, pressure concentrated on the very point of the talon, following the line of a perfect slant before sharply pivoting upward, velocity slowing as it works back toward your hips, tracing another slant perfectly parallel to the first.

A split second of reprieve, a single instant where the metal leaves your skin only to find the origin of the wound and begin the process all over again.

“V-Vox—”

“Don’t move, sweetheart,” he warns, his voice low and airy, so close and concentrated on his work that you can feel his breath wafting over the cut, cool and burning.

Cyan pupils pulse as they expand, desperate to devour as much as they can, scouring every minute detail and honing their focus on the singular letter he’s painstakingly carving into your pubic bone.

He’s meticulous with it, of course, just as he is with everything else, every movement precise and perfect. It has to be done this way, he had told you at the start, when you had whined about the deliberately drawn-out drag of his talon. Slow and steady, so it will heal in sharp, neat lines, all raised and gorgeous.

A permanent mark of ownership, scarred into your skin for the rest of eternity.

The tapered tip of the V is the worst part, the harsh, quick maneuver of his claw procuring a deep sting, a yelp sticking in your throat as you try to swallow against the sound, Vox’s immediate responding coo, always accompanied by the brush of his thumb over your hip in the gentlest caress, doing little to soothe the pain.

“But it—it hurts,” you hiccup out, eyes squeezing shut tightly against the prick of tears. “How much longer?”

“Just a few more times, baby, I promise,” he presses a chaste kiss to your inner thigh, glancing up at you. “You’re doing so well for me, lovebug, so well.”

But a few more times turns into another agonizing fifteen minutes with seemingly no end in sight, Vox lost in the repetitive actions, and the wound is starting to tingle, sticky crimson pooling in the flawlessly carved gouges, staining teal bright red.

Tears have begun to leak from the corners of your eyes as they finally overflow, spilling past your lash line to stream down the sides of your temples in uneven little trails, vision gone blurry with a thick shield of water.

Your ribs stammer with half-stifled sobs, a soft hush distractedly falling from Vox’s lips with each minuscule jerk of your body, the hand on your hip tightening in warning.

“Daddy’s almost done, darling,” he pacifies, a gentle threat sewn into his tone—don’t fucking move yet—we’re so close, don’t you dare mess this up. “Just a tiny bit longer, I swear.”

“I can’t, I can’t, Daddy, it’s—it’s too much!”

“Hey,” he looks up, a shock of sincerity slapped across his face, his voice ringing with painfully raw compassion. “I know you can handle just a few more for Daddy, can’t you? Don’t you want it to look pretty, too?”

Large eyes search your face with a rabid type of candour, hunting for validity. But your head is already nodding before he’s even finished speaking, motions becoming increasingly vigorous, an instinctual reaction, at this point—obedient as ever, desperate to please.

Of course you do—you want whatever he does, always.

“Y-Yes,” you manage to sniffle out, the heels of your hands wiping messily at your lashes, smearing tears across your cheeks. “Yes, yes, Daddy.”

His eyes soften, their usually bold glow dimmed with a sick sort of adoration, but his smile is barbed, stretching with something sinister.

“There’s my good girl,” Vox purrs, pressing another tender kiss to the junction of your thigh and your hip. “Now, hold still while Daddy finishes.”

Another three traces through the routine—these last three harder and more purposeful than all those that came before them—and finally, he’s done, sitting back on his heels between your spread legs and gazing down at his masterpiece.

Blood drips down his index finger in a thick dollop, his eyes shifting to watch with morbid fascination, the tip of his claw glazed with shimmering scarlet. Tilting it one way, then the other, he examines how it gleams in the low light of his bedroom—so pretty, he looks so pretty stained with you—then brings the talon to his lips, long tongue snaking from between his teeth to curl around it in a possessive embrace.

He sucks it into the heat of his mouth, a low groan rumbling deep behind his sternum as his eyes slip shut, taking a moment to savour the taste of you. His lids snap back open a moment later, eyes drifting back to the freshly etched V, his free hand moving to rub at his cock, straining eagerly against his trousers.

“F-Fuck,” he shudders out, the word soft as he stares at it, wide and unblinking, rolling the impressive bulge in his palm in lopsided little circles, then grinding the heel of his hand into it, his hips twitching up instinctively. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, okay, princess?”

Your head is nodding, but you’re barely able to utter out an affirmative, because then he’s surging forward, a palm cupping your jaw as his fingers hook behind the hinge, pulling your face towards his and smashing your lips together. Bursts of copper explode on your tastebuds as he drags his tongue across yours—the slick muscle stronger, larger, wider as it shoves its way into your mouth, impelling your own tongue further into the hot, wet cavern.

It’s sloppy and slippery and so, so sexy, his claws piercing your skin with superficial little pricks as he tries to yank you closer, your nose scrunched against his screen. Obscene squelching echoes throughout his bedroom as your lips glide and nip, copious amounts of drool, tinged pink with your blood, oozing from the corners of your conjoined mouths, leaving your chins shining with spit.

He overrides your senses, overwhelms your receptors and infuses your mind with nothing but him—his taste, smoky spice infused with metallic notes; his scent, sharp balsam and expensive cologne; his touch, still burning at the apex of your thighs, a constant reminder, an everlasting claim.

A sharp gasp breaks the kiss as he forces his cock inside of you, forehead knocking against your own with a dark growl as his hips rock forward, burying himself in your cunt in a single, fluid motion.

Large hands curl around your hips, pinning them in place and keeping you from squirming away as he ruts into you, grinding his cockhead further into your cervix, ensuring he’s buried as deep as he possibly can be.

A singular moment, a breath shared between the two of you, oxygen sparse and dizzying as he takes time to revel in the feeling of filling you to the hilt, your sweet little hole spasming around him as it stretches and splits, eager to accommodate his girth, to gorge on his flesh.

Leaning back on his haunches, he drags your hips along with him, tailbone resting on his folded thighs, your knees thrown over either side of his hips.

There’s no warning, no slow start or gradual build up, his cock slamming into you searing and sudden, fucking a gorgeous cry of his name from your throat.

His chest heaves with ragged exhales as his hips pump, hard and fast and rough, voracious gaze swapping between your bouncing tits and the crisply engraved V glittering up at him on your pubic bone, still coloured with blood, drizzling past the scrupulously incised grooves with each vicious ram to stream down your skin, leaving tiny streaks of red.

The gash enchants him, pupils swollen as they soak up the sight, captivated by the way it quivers with every ruthless thrust into you, watching each drive of his cock as he sheathes himself in your cunt. The glistening arousal coating his shaft contrasts the blood so perfectly, the hands on your waist yanking downward with every jackhammer of his hips, forcing you to meet his motions.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he’s snarling as he fucks you, the word punched from his chest with each plunging thrust.

“Yours, Daddy,” you sob out with messy little nods, dainty fingers braceletting his wrists, nails sinking into thin skin as you cling to him. “Yours, yours!”

“No one gets to have you like this,” he gasps out, voice gone hoarse. “No one, tell me.”

“No one—No one gets to have me like this but you, Da-Daddy,” you nearly wail, staring up at him with such bright devotion it almost hurts, your gaze lacquered with tears.

“Ah, fuck,” he whimpers, the curse shattering on his tongue, his eyes shutting tightly for a moment before springing back open, gaping and gluttonous. “Yeah, yeah, you’re goddamn right.”

His motions have turned downright brutal now, every pound of his cock more merciless than the last, the strike of his hips jostling your entire body up the mattress, just barely held in place by the grip of his claws, razored points puncturing your flesh and scraping, tiny trickles of blood oozing from the lacerations.

“Your mind, your cunt, your fucking soul—it all belongs to me,” digitized blood drips from the corner of his mouth, the glaring glow of his eyes so brilliant it’s hard to bear, casting a flare of red across your skin.

“Yes, yes, y-yes,” you’re babbling out, gone delirious with the heady intoxication of pain and pleasure, fingers digging into his flesh in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. “You own me, Vox.”

“Oh, Christ—”

The confirmation has him cumming quickly, hips pressed flush to your ass as his cock throbs violently, stuffing you full with copious amounts of thick, burning cum. His body stills, keeping his hips shoved up against you, almost as if he’s trying to plug you, to keep his seed inside of you, to claim you from the inside out.

But it’s so much—too much—and you can feel it exuding past his shaft to dribble down your skin, leaving behind streams of pretty pearlescent strokes.

Finally, he pulls out of you, another cracked curse falling from his lips as he watches with a sort of sordid obsession, his cock glazed with his cum and your blood, the tops of his thighs smeared with his own essence.

“So beautiful,” he whispers to himself, claw reaching out to trace the V again, a hiss spit from between your teeth, body trembling with the effort to stay still, to resist flinching away from his stinging touch, to be good for him. “So fucking perfect.”

Slinking down the bed, he wedges his head between your spread thighs to inspect the wound more thoroughly, teal tongue unfurling from his mouth to lave over the deep cut, mopping up excess blood as he follows the contours carefully once, twice, three times.

“Mine,” he murmurs, planting a gentle kiss atop the wound, sealing the breathy claim into your flesh. “Mine, forever.”

“Yours,” you whisper, looking down at him as your finger outlines the V affectionately, a loving caress of what he’s gifted you. “Yours, forever.”

#vox x reader #vox smut #vox x you #hazbin hotel smut #vox headcanons #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #tw:blood #tw:branding #w:toxic relationship #tw:daddy kink #inky.vox #inky.hazbin

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 5 months

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The Jealous One pt 2

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader

Words: 1,351

You and the twins become acquainted.

Tags: fem!reader, silly, ambiguous timeline, the Twins

You and Snotlout peered around a corner of the Great Hall, one of the closets on the way to the kitchen area. He was leaning over your head as you were crouched close to the floor, giving each other enough room to both peer past while also retaining your personal space.

“Ruffnut’s hot,” He said, as you wrinkled your nose at him, “And single.”

It was dark on account of it not being mealtime as of yet, the torches cool and unlit in their holsters.

“She doesn’t like you,” You rolled your eyes, “Besides, what happened to Astrid?”

Snotlout wasn’t that close with anyone either, for obvious reasons. But once you got used to him he became sort of bearable. It helped that there was no love lost between the two of you, forced together more out of boredom and circumstance than anything else.

“She’s too busy with the nerd to give me a shot.” He scoffed.

You were glad to be spared the terrible pick-up lines, for the most part. You were still the bouncing board sometimes, in a ‘does this sound right?’ or ‘do I look hot enough to pull?’ sort of sense. You always said ‘no.’

“Which one?” You grinned. You felt a bit bad for making the jab, but Astrid, Fishlegs and Hiccup were all in their own sort of three-way acquaintanceship, the mention of which you knew would put him off.

“Ugh,” Snotlout made a noise that could only be likened to a gurgle and he used his hand to shove you further downwards, to which in response you elbowed up, jabbing him in the gut.

He was a bit rough sometimes but he was good company and decent enough entertainment when he wasn’t. That was okay, though, because you’d long grown past the nervous stage in your friendship where you’d been too nervous to prod back, not that he’d been exactly trying to roughhouse you at that time.

You cradled the thick pigskin in your arms, carefully filled until bursting with a hardy mix of sap and honey and sewn tightly but clumsily shut by the both of you.

You snorted crawling out from under Snotlout and edging your way into the empty hall, “Where do you think I should stash this? Do you mind playing distraction again?”

“There are no good spots,” Snotlout complained, “Why don’t we just throw this at someone and get it over with?”

“And where would we find someone?” You asked, glancing back and forth, “There’s no one here.... We should really get going. I don’t want to get caught.”

You backed up slightly on your toes, causing Snotlout to have to back up too to compensate. He got the idea eventually, moving back out of your way.

Snotlout complained, “If there’s no people in the hall, then why are we hiding? I mean, they’d catch you. Wuss.”

“Shut up,” You glared back at him, tossing the pigskin in his direction, “And I meant I didn’t want to get caught with you.”

“Whatever,” Snotlout scoffed, catching it roughly.

You winced, expecting it to burst, though was pleasantly surprised when it didn’t.

You turned, ready to leave, and nearly bumped into someone else as you did.

Tuffnut. Ruffnut stood next to him, both of her arms crossed over her chest.

You could just barely make out her face over the shadows and she waning torchlight.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you pasted a twitchy grin onto your face, eyeing the newcomers.

“Nothing.” Tuffnut said dully, holding a very obviously full bucket by his front.

“What are you doing back here?” Tuffnut squinted his eyes at you with mock cynicism, leaning closer exaggeratedly.

You listened to the creak of the large doors of the Great Hall, allowing light to trickle into the dark space and a light smattering of conversation as people began to pour in.

Ruffnut craned her head towards and around you.

Snotlout snorted, holding the skin obviously in front of him.

“We were talking about how hot Snotlout thinks you are.” You said snidely and glaring at Snotlout from the corner of your eye.

“What, me?” Asked Tuffnut, turning sharply to look at Snotlout, finger pointing to himself as the bucket revealed itself, swinging some of its contents onto the floor.

“What?” Snotlout glared at you, then back at the twins, “No!”

Tuffnut opened his arms wide, dropping the bucket to the floor, the black, tar-like slush seeping across clean-ish stone, “Bring it in, man.”

You sighed, rolling back your eyes, Tuffnut beginning to enclose in on him.

You looked back just in time to meet eyes with Snotlout, who was feeling the pigskin in his hand, bringing it up and down testily.

You shook your head, dread growing in your gut.

Your legs bent as you braced to run. Snotlout might have been able to handle the twins but you certainly couldn’t.

You gasped as he lobbed the skin at Tuffnut. It smacked straight into his face, bursting and splashing onto Ruffnut, who shouted loudly in retaliation.

Weren’t sure what kind of expression he wore behind the spray as you turned around and bolted.

You listened to the trees, their leaves rusting quickly together by the beginning of the line, just a few long yards away from your feet.

“Gross. …In the mead?” You whispered back, facing up towards the night sky. You couldn’t make out much besides the stars, which perhaps seemed to make them shine all the brighter.

You felt the mud beneath you move uncomfortably as you shifted though you were much too tired to care. It wouldn’t do much anyways, nearly the whole of your front half was crusted in mud.

The others weren’t much different, collapsed and fallen like an assortment of mismatched flower petals. You couldn’t see them, but you could feel the weight of their presence displacing the air to your sides.

Turns out the lot of you got along like a hut on fire.

“I was five.” Tuffnut declared, his eyes, not bothering to be quiet, as the rest of you.

Past you and everyone else was the incline to a shallow hill, just low enough to see past it but still tall enough to make your legs burn with effort as you had tried to run past just an hour or so earlier.

“He was,” Ruffnut agreed in a whisper, to your left. You heard the sound of flesh on metal as Tuffnut was weakly whacked on the head, her shaky arm reaching over to smack his helmet with her palm.

You thought of your earlier game of cat-and-mouse.

Your hand, laid over your torso, twitched over a spot that still ached in a deep and dull way where a mud ball had been thrown into you particularly roughly.

Overall, it was thrilling. You thought it might be dangerous at first, out so late at night trying to run with such violate personalities.

Honestly, though it turned out to be no different than when you’d made off with Hiccup as kids. Hiccup could be a pretty violate personality himself sometimes, though not in the same ways.

“You get freebies at that age, right?” Tuffnut managed, as Snotlout groaned from above you. You heavily suspected that he had begun to drift in and out of sleep.

“‘M helmet…” He groaned, “Lost…”

You smiled hawkishly at the reminder, resisting the urge to kick the horned object by your feet further away.

You remembered you and Hiccup messing around as children. People were a lot nicer on him when he was a young kid. They got harder on him when he got older, and then they gave up, which probably felt a lot worse than them being mad.

“Right,” You said, “Still gross. Someone had to drink that, you know.”

You were able to avoid most repercussions. The Chief's son making a mess was a lot bigger news than you, even after it became a pattern, and a lot more interesting-sounding when they omitted his sidekick.

“Well,” Tuffnut shrugged,” They didn’t have to.”

“...That is true.” You snorted, beaming.

#how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #fem reader #female reader #snotlout jorgenson #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston

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glamoureddreamer · 1 year

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Here for you

Spooky month (Hatzgang x Reader)

Warnings: suicidal thoughts, dark thoughts, depression, anxiety (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

If you or a loved one has been suicidal thoughts or actions in anyway please get help from one of the multiple help hotlines. You matter and you deserve help. Thank you everyone, have a great day and know whatever your going through gets better <3

(Y/n) was sitting in the park, getting a lot of glares from people. Their music was turned up so high they couldn’t even hear their thoughts, it was probably for the better. Thinking too much caused that inevitable feeling that nothing was going to change and maybe that it was better to be around to witness it. That feeling was scary- they didn’t want to die they just want things to ch-

Three friendly faces appear in view, trying to get (Y/n)’s attention. (Y/n) slides out their headphones, though it did nothing so they pause it.

“Hi (Y/n)!” Robert smiles cheerfully.

How does he do it?

(Y/n) felt angry, but just pushed it down. Robert is their friend, they can’t be jealous of him for being happy.

“What’s with the fucking music?” Roy asked, popping some candy into his mouth.

Roy also had problems, (Y/n) had thought about every conversation that could happen if they told Roy about their own problems. Most of them weren’t good.

(Y/n) shrugs. “I just like it.”

Robert and Ross join them sitting on the bench that faced toward the park.

They began to chat, (Y/n) stays quiet for the first few minutes then slowly begins to forget that terrible feeling.

Robert's phone rings and he glances down at it.

“Ah cool.” He smiles opening his phone and looked to be emailing somebody.

“What is it, man?” Ross asked.

“My brother has been helping me try to find a job lately and there’s a place hiring,” Robert explains, Roy rolled his eyes.

“Why do you want to work?”

“So I can live comfortably in the future.” (Y/n)‘s mind shifts in an instant as they begin to think about their future.

‘You're going to die alone’

‘You’re life is going to be terrible’

‘Why be around for that pain’

They hadn’t even realized that tears were streaming down their face, their whole body shaking.

“(Y/n)?” Ross asked quietly, he sets a hand on their shoulder. (Y/n)’s breath picked up, they were having a panic attack. Their friends are going to hate them. They’re going to think they're weak. At this point, all three boys were looking at (Y/n) with concern. Ross was the first to act, he pulls (Y/n) into a hug and rubs their back. He gently rocks their body trying to soothe them.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He says softly, (Y/n)‘s head fought back. Nothing was okay, things would only get worse. They didn’t want to die, they were scared of death so why is their mind trying so hard to convince them that this was the way out? Their own thoughts were scaring them.

(Y/n) couldn’t breathe everything was spinning, and they felt lightheaded. They lean their head against Ross, trying to calm down.

After what felt like an eternity, they’re breathing became even and only soft hiccups and sniffles remained.

Ross didn’t let go and continued to rock them, they wipe their eyes.

“Sorry..”

“(Y/n) don’t be sorry, it’s okay.” Robert gives a comforting smile.

“What happened?” Roy asked, only to be glared at by Ross.

“I-I mean if you want to talk about it.”

“…” Could they be trusted? Would they leave? Does it matter?

“…everything is getting worse, there is so much going on in my head and I can’t voice that anything is wrong because I’m scared, I’m scared that I won’t have a good life, that things will only get worse, I’m scared.. of my thoughts.” They vent fresh tears running down their face.

All of them were taken back.

“(Y/n)..” Robert starts

“Things will always look bad but that’s only if you think about them that way, as stupid as it sounds you need to look at everything differently.” Roy sets his hand on (Y/n)’s knee, he rubs it in a comforting manner.

“It’s hard and things aren’t going to change for a long time, but you’ll get through it because you're strong. I mean look at how old you are you’ve survived this long.”

Everyone was shocked, no one expected Roy to comfort anyone.

“Yeah (Y/n) Roy is right, things will get better and we’ll be here for you.” Robert stands up and walks over to (Y/n) hugging them. Roy was pulled in by Ross.

“Thanks, guys.” (Y/n) smiles with tears of happiness.

“Don’t thank us, the least you deserve is some kindness.” (Y/n) hugs tighter. Maybe things would get better, it was hard to say. They might as well stick around to find out. But until things get better they have loud music and the Hatzgang.

#spooky month hatzgang #spooky month tender treats #spooky month #spooky month x reader #spooky month hatzgang x reader #spooky month ross #spooky month roy #spooky month robert #sr pelo spooky month #sr pelo #tender treats #spooky month 5 #spooky month sr pelo

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ialwaysknewyouwerepunk · 2 years

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music for a sushi restaurant - a close reading

well hi!!! hi!!! IT’S HARRY’S FUCKING HOUSE

harry gave us everything that the album is about, condensed in one high speed song as an introduction. it’s his daily life, his career, the industry, his deepest emotions, drugs, thoughts he’s been stuck with, random associations, hiccups, mundane beauty, food, coffee, love. he’s become the beat poet he’s always wanted to be and i’m fucking here for it. LET THE TRUMPETS SOUND HERE WE FUCKING GO

harry’s house, track one

LYRIC ANALYSIS

MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE

THIS ALBUM IS MIINE MINE MINE MINE

Green eyes, fried rice I could cook an egg on you

hey, i have green eyes!

you're so hot

Late night, game time Coffee on the stove

a first taste of the album: impressions, random snapshots. lots of late nights, lots of coffee, a game here and there

"game time": play a part/game on/competitiveness/hanging out at home

You're sweet ice cream But you could use a flake or two Blue bubblegum twisted round your tongue

you're sweet. you're cream // steal my girl, "kisses like cream"

"flake": a chocolate flake? a flake of salt? (take yourself less seriously. take myself less seriously. take life less seriously)

I don't want you to get lost I don't want you to go broke I want you

i want you to keep your job, i want to keep you around - if we see that as h singing about his own career: he wants to keep shit going

he wants to keep it going - the same way? or: we need to switch shit up, but yeah, i obvs don't want to fuck it up so bad that we go broke

It's 'cause I love you, babe In every kind of way Just a little taste You know I love you, baby

loves his career, loves music, loves performing, loves writing, recording, all of it

about lover: // kmm, "just a little taste"

"Excuse me, a green tea?" Music for a sushi restaurant From ice on rice Music for a sushi restaurant Music for a sushi restaurant Music for whatever you want

nonsense.... right?

people placing their order while his music is playing, while he’s singing

using his voice as an instrument like a jazz singer - sounds like something that perhaps could be performed by the band in the background of a jazz club....... but it’s a bit too intense for that, isn’t it? i’m too loud too outrageous to be played in the background bitch

"music for whatever you want": the music i write can be for whatever you want

i'm asked to write for different settings, or as many settings as possible, as broad an audience as possible. for the background of your tiktok, if you fuckin will apparently

if this album is put out in the world, it's yours, and you can listen to it however you want

I'm not going to get lost I'm not going to go broke Staying cool

he’s very sure he’s not going to get lost

“cool”: keeping it cool/not getting fed up/fitting in (// ftdt, “i never felt less cool”)

You know I love you, babe

you know. we’ve discussed it.

about career: reminding himself he really does love it

If the stars were edible And our hearts were never full Could we live with just a taste? Just a taste

IF: but the stars aren’t edible. our hearts are full. and we don’t have to live with just a taste. BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. IN EVERY KIND OF WAY.

“edible” - drugs mention

“stars” - high up in the sky, high on drugs, superstars

-> could we even live with just a taste of the stars - could we live with just a little taste of fame? if our hearts were never full, could we even control ourselves to stop after just a taste of fame? ----- his heart is full, tho, which is why he knows how to pace himself in the wasteland of fame

It's 'cause I love you, babe In every kind of way Just a little taste You know I love you, baby

SYNTHESIS

Track one of Harry’s House hits us around the head, grabs us by the shoulder and shakes us, all while screaming hysterically YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU RIGHT??? So all we can really do is scream back that we do, we know, WE KNOW!!! !

It’s the perfect introduction to an album that’s all snapshots, details, chopped sentences and associative rambling. But, obviously, it’s more than that. It’s always more than that; we’re talking about Harry ffs. At first glance, it’s about his lover. He’s so in love he needs to scream about it. This reading holds up, in my opinion, throughout the entire song. Sure, it’s a bit hysterical, and yeah, it’s a bit intense, but sometimes we go a little crazy when we’re in love and we’re so happy we’re stupid. We’ve got some green, some blue. We’re hot as fuck. I want you to be successful. Let me taste you, and not just a little bit. Taste me, a lot. Need some salt?

When we look a little deeper, though, we see some digs and references. Harry explained how he once heard one of his songs play while he was eating at a sushi restaurant, saying it didn’t seem like the right music for that setting. I think that says a lot about how he sees his own music, and how he’s changed in experiencing the role his music can have for others. Especially the line “music for whatever you want” is telling. We can see it as a bit of a salty comment, as in, “i’ll write music for whatever you want! lemme know, i’m a slut for my career anyway, right? I AM HERE TO ENTERTAIN YOU” or we could just also see it a bit calmer, as an “i’ve written these songs, and i know what they mean to me, but now that they’re out in the world, they’re yours to do whatever you want with them. i might not think they’re made for a sushi restaurant, but hey, if you do, then i won’t intervene!”

In general, little words like “cool” always catch my attention, because I can’t help but interpret them as sarcastic, or at least meaning something else than simply cool. “I’m not going to go broke, I’m not going to get lost.” Whoever he’s possibly talking to (including himself), he’s saying, with conviction, that whatever decisions he’s making, or whatever goals he has, he isn’t doing it to fuck himself over. He doesn’t want to lose what he’s worked so hard for. He also genuinely loves it too much. But he needs to stay cool: stay calm, stay in. Stay relevant. And he doesn’t have that as his goal like he used to. I think he means to say: people, guys, besties: stay fucking calm, i know what i’m doing. i’m not gonna get fucking lost, have a little faith in me. as well as i need to stay fucking calm bc people won’t have a little faith in me. and add a dollop of i’m getting there. i’m getting there. but it takes patience and i need to stay cool.

All that to say that what I hear, in this song, is Harry saying: I know what I’m doing. My heart is full, I have a plan, I know my fanbase and I know the industry. Most importantly, I know myself. Faith in the future. and if you still want to play my music in your sushi restaurant then you’ll have to deal with me being loud

#lyric analyses #music for a sushi restaurant #lyric analysis #it's been so long i've forgotten which tag i use smh #ANYWAY HERE WE GO EVERYONE #i'm ready and i'm having fun #hope you'll join me for the ride #harry's house #YES I EDITED BC I FINALLY HEARD THE MINES

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centipedelightning · 1 year

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Might I please ask for headcanon crumbs of Tommy and/or Mars with a they/them reader that tics? (Bonus points if romantic but not necessary!)

I’m so sorry this took so long to answer. I got halfway done then accidentally deleted the whole thing with no way of getting it back. As you can imagine that immediately sapped all motivation. I try to keep the same energy but please forgive me if Tommy’s is less flowery than either of us wanted. not proof read sorry. I might come back and do it.

| Mafiafell!Sans & Horrortale!Sans x Reader w/ tics |

Mars’ part under cut

Tommy

The first time you tic you’re gonna get owl eyes. Maybe even a puppy-dog head tilt. It’s not that he doesn’t know what tics are, he just needs a minute to figure out that whatever it was you just did was tics.

Other than the initial hiccup, he’s very good about them! He avoids your triggers best he can.

Hell he probably even figures a few out that you haven’t yet.

God he’s a gentleman. He takes some time out of his day to do some research so he knows what to expect. Even talks to a few of his “employees” that have tics.

For verbal tics he’s a bit of an ass. Like he won’t engage with them every irme bc thats a shitty thing to do, but he has a hard time not laughing if a verbal tic had great comedic timing yk.

I see Tommy as a pretty good communicator and great at getting consent, so he’d ask before playing around with you and your tics.

On that note, he absolutely tries to add the dumbest tics to your roster. He’ll be going around saying “meow meow meow” with full knowledge that you’re probably gonna pick it up.

God save you if you unwittingly add a kitty paws pose or something to it. You will never know mercy or peace again I’m afraid.

Again this is all if you say he can mess with you.

Consent king right here.

When it comes to physical tics, he’s a lot more careful. He doesn’t baby you I promise. He just tries to be more cognizant of what you both are doing.

A great spotter in this case. If you like to cook he offers to stand around to make sure you don’t accidentally fling a mixing bowl.

He loves card games and loves if you play with him. I make no promises on whether or not he ignores accidental slip ups due to your tics. He’s usually merciful and pretends he didn’t see it, but if he’s losing he’s probably gonna cheat. He cheats anyway so I guess it’s not that big a deal.

[moderately less fluffy stuff below this point. Just talking about tic attacks and harmful tics]

He asks you early on what you want him to do about tic attacks. He’s a genuinely trustworthy guy (as long as he considers you a friend but hey). Whatever you say to do he follows to a “t”.

It’s kinda the same deal with harmful tics.

He’s pretty good about catching these things early so you don’t mess yourself up. If he’s around, you’ll hit yourself maybe once before his hand is acting as a barrier.

[ok all done]

[romantic]

If you develop any affectionate lovey tics he’ll fall to his knees.

Like a kissy “mwah” noise or a heart hand gesture would dust him then and there.

[ok all done]

Mars

He gets it immediately. Jupiter has tics so he knows whats up.

Hell he probably has at least one or two verbal tics.

Mars does not make a big deal about it. He’s a bit more stone faced than Tommy so he usually ignores it.

Unless the comedic timing is just that good.

sadly not a communication king.

He’s not bad, but you guys don’t have a dedicated “oh hey btw” type of conversation about your tics. If there’s something you feel the need to talk about, you’re gonna have to bring it up yourself.

Everything is a bit more reactive.

You start repeating something he or his brother says a lot? He’ll ask about if you’re cool with it or f you want him to be a bit more aware of what he says.

If you help out in the chicken coop and start ticcing any chicken sounds, you’re done for. It’s one of the few things he will laugh and joke about. Sometimes it feels like mocking but I promise it’s not mean-spirited.

If you get physical tics that cause you to throw things a lot you’re probably gonna be banned from egg collection duty.

Not the kitchen surprisingly. He knows how to keep an eye-socket out for Jupes so he can do it for you too.

If you too are playing around and playing a board game or something it’s very likely he will just let your tics be a part of the game.

Oh you accidentally knocked half the pieces off the board? Huh, well I guess that puts you in lead. Good job.

[moderately less fluffy stuff below this point. Just talking about tic attacks and harmful tics]

He knows how to handle tic attacks but lord if they don��t stress him out. Jupiter doesn’t get tics very often so Mars hasn’t seen a lot of full blown attacks.

Honestly you might have to comfort him the first few times it happens.

sorry….

after that he’s good. You guys have a sit down and talk about what he should do when it happens.

When it comes to harmful/dangerous tics, he’s a lot more helpful. He is good at helping redirect tics So your possibly self destructive tics can go somewhere less self destructive.

Good reflexes and strength too. Scratching and hitting tics are easily held back by him. NOT PINNED. That’s dangerous and he know’s that.

He knows to leave enough room to let your body run its course without letting you get hurt yk.

[ok all done]

[romantic]

It’s less what you say or do thats affectionate as much as how much you do it.

If you are ticcing “love you” all the time he gets really sappy.

If he realizes that he triggers that tic pretty much exclusively, you’re gonna be pampered all the time.

The sap

[ok all done]

#horrortale sans x reader #mafiafell sans x reader #i’m so sorry this took so long #•centipede writes•#sans x reader #undertale scenarios #sans x you #undertale x reader #horrortale sans #mafiafell sans #mf!sans #ht!sans

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leporcide · 1 year

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Restless, a Yonji Vinsomke/Reader drabble

pairing: yonji/reader word count: idk 600ish warnings: idk it's yonji and this is an unedited drabble i got bored of writing lmao

“Would you fucking go to sleep?”

You freeze, hand stalled in the air in the middle of throwing the blanket off of your body—to get out of bed once more. Your gaze slides over your shoulder. They meet dark eyes in the moon-softened darkness of the room.

Yonji’s has his face pressed into a downy feathered pillow. It squishes against his cheek, trapped there under a folded arm. His bright green hair is loose when he sleeps. Wild over the pristine white pillowcases. When he’s in bed like this you almost think he has a softness to him. Only a moment you think he can be pitiful and tired. But his mouth is tight with displeasure—an annoyance that you’ve yet again woken him—and the thoughts are gone.

You’ve forgotten to answer while eating him up with your eyes. And are reminded when his eyes flash and he jerks his head forward. Like a bird being challenged.

“I did go to sleep,” you respond, voice breathy and low despite it being just the two of you in this wing of the Vinsmoke’s castle.

You move to fully sit up then as if the act of speaking has shaken you loose. The blanket falls back, crumpling into a pile at your hip. It had been suffocating hot when you were under it, but the cool air outside of it feels just as uncomfortable. Yonji huffs behind you. He flops back into his pile of pillows. It rocks the mattress and makes you sway.

“Then go back to sleep,” he says to you. “And stay asleep like you’re supposed to.”

The phantom aches in your bones laugh at the idea. You shift, drawing your leg back onto the bed so you can face him better. “Who says I’m supposed to stay asleep?”

“Don’t you start,” he responds lightning-quick. And you have to smother a grin. “No idea what you mean?”

“It’s not just a ‘me’ thing.”

“You’re right it’s—”

“Reiju also stays asleep,” Yonji’s eyebrows dig downward, giving his handsome face a scowl. The way he says it though, makes you snicker.

“You watch your sister sleep? You creep,” you tease.

He bolts upright in the bed, his face glowing even in the dim moonlight. “NO!”

You openly laugh then. His lips tug downward further and you can only laugh harder when he lunges forward. He wraps you up in his arms with a learned gentleness. Squeezes you just enough to make your laugh spiral into a wheezing-hiccuping affair until it teeters off entirely.

Yonji of course would say he doesn’t care if he’s gentle with you or not. And when he’s in a bratty mood he’ll purposefully give you one or two to egg you into a fight. And perhaps it’s wishful thinking, that he might be changing. But you think he could be. Maybe it was because you kicked the living shit out of him and earned his respect.

But you want there to be a softness inside him. For you, at least.

His large hand grips the back of your skull and shakes, rattling your stupid brain inside your skull. “You’re thinking too hard. Knock it off. You’re already ugly enough, you don’t need more stress wrinkles.”

You hum, the sound vibrating against his arm. “Maybe. I just need to get up for a short walk then I’ll give sleep an honest try.”

“Ugh, you’re going to wake me up again.”

“I’ll use one of the empty rooms then.”

“No,” he says as if he’s offended.

He wraps around you tighter and pulls you down with him. The plush feather downy pillows his delicate head needs are comforting for once. He holds you there for a moment. Then relaxes. His hands are still on you, but they rub at your skin. Like he’s trying to comfort you. It surprises you.

Your mouth opens to comment on it—

“Don’t.” He says it so softly you almost don’t hear it.

So you don’t comment on it. You don’t fall asleep for several more hours later, though neither does he. But it’s nice. And you accept it, whatever it is.

#drabble #myfiction #yonji vinsmoke #vinsmoke yonji #fanfic #onepiece #one piece #xreader #yonji/reader

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preromantics · 2 years

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What a cool idea!

Does this work for you, format-wise?

Starker + shenanigans

totally works as a prompt format, perfect!

starker, ~900 words, TW for underage drinking

"She-nan--" Peter hiccups partway through his third sounding out -- "e-gans. What a weird, what a word."

Tony pats him awkwardly on the back, the wide red palm of his suit probably coming down with too much force onto Peter's shoulder.

Peter looks up at him -- at the Iron Man suit -- with wide, earnest eyes. "Don't you think so?"

Tony doesn't answer as he shifts his non-virtual focus to the road, pushing 30 over the speed limit on the mostly deserted 3am streets, weaving around a few garbage trucks and taxis as he follows his suit's GPS on a map.

"I just wanted to get up to some shee-ana-gans before graduation, Mr. Stark," Peter says, and when Tony chances a glance Peter has his head bowed down.

He hasn't "Mr. Stark"ed Tony in at least a year.

Tony resists the urge to pinch his nose so he can keep one hand on the wheel of the car while the other uses his palmtech to make his suit pat Peter's back again. "Sure, kid," he sighs, "so you developed and distilled a superpower proof drink to get smashed alone on a roof in Queens?"

"Well, I didn't want to hurt anyone just in case," Peter says, managing to sound defiant about it, peering back up at the visor of Tony's suit.

ETA 5 minutes, Tony notes. "You could have at least come to the penthouse to get drunk safely, then," he says.

Peter gasps, far more dramatically than he would not under the influence of some chemistry-nerd concoction. "Definitely not there," he says, but offers no further explanation.

Slowly, since Tony had deftly landed the suit on the roof next to Peter after interpreting his drunk text for "halp" while also ducking out of a shareholder dinner, Peter has curled up closer and closer to the suit. His head is now resting under the glow of the arc reactor, and the screen with the suit's view in Tony's car shows Peter's hair lit up like a halo. He looks like he could fall asleep.

"Stay awake for me," Tony says.

Peter makes a soft noise that is definitely not an agreement.

"Why not the penthouse?" Tony asks, to keep him awake. He doesn't want to drag a passed out Peter into his car and then back to his lab for a bloodtest.

"Shenanigans would've been sooo much worse," Peter says, rolling the word shenanigans around in his mouth again. He's smiling up at the suit helmet now.

Peter is cute, drunk and cuddling the hard metal of Tony's suit, looking soft and small in contrast to it. (Tony does pinch the bridge of his nose at that thought.)

"Elaborate for me," he says, running a deserted red light.

Peter hums thoughtfully, crystal clear audio letting Tony know there is some grit in his throat, some deep soft tone that sounds too mature on him, whatever he's been drinking lacing it that way.

Peter sits up again as Tony watches, and pulls himself across the lap of the Iron Man suit, his knees straddling the thick metal thighs, his face just a little under the helm, face to face now. He's peering narrowly at the eyes, right in Tony's POV.

The little nano-drone providing the other arial feed of the roof shows the opposite view, the way Peter fits on the lap of the suit so perfectly, his arms coming up to twine around the neck. A little thought in the back of Tony's head makes his eyes catch on the red flashing dot in the corner of the screen that indicates it's recording.

"Obviously this, y'know?" Peter says, as if he's finishing a sentence or actually answering Tony's question.

Tony opens his mouth around a "what?" but Peter adjusts his position, his hips rocking, and cocks his head toward the helmet. The dual POV on the dashboard screens are too much to focus on while also focusing on not driving off the road.

"And I can't just jump in your lap, that's too much shenan-igans, obviously, but I guess I can sit in your lap," Peter says, a quick ramble, nudging his head into the Iron Man helmet.

"Ooh-kay," Tony announces, finally, finally parking alongside the building Peter is currently grinding into his empty Iron Man suit on top of, cutting Peter off around a new string of words that Tony isn't sure he wants to hear. (Right now, at least.)

He uses the nanotech hand and foot repulsers to head up to the roof, head a little buzzy. "Time to take you back home with me," Tony says.

Peter slides ungracefully off the lap of the suit and spins around to smile beatifically up at Tony. "Oh yes, please, sir, Mr. Stark," he says, sloppy around the vowels and enthusiastically breathless.

"Not like that," Tony says, offering an arm to help Peter up.

"Aww man," Peter says, and the way Peter sticks his bottom lip out in a pout of protest will remain seared somewhere in the dark recesses of Tony's brain.

Not like that this time, at least, Tony thinks, as Peter slides easily under his arm, his cheeks flushed with shenanigans and body over-warm through Tony's coat. Not yet.

#starker #prompt fill

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gorey-maiden · 1 year

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Slashers react to you having a panic attack-

Michael:

you where home alone while Michael was out doing whatever he does, you where sitting on your bed waiting to get a massage from your dream college you sat there anxiously your hand playing with the hem of your sweater just then you heard a sing for your laptop you clicked on the email and began to skim over it to get straight to the point "we're sorry to inform you" is all you had to read you fail, tears began to fall down your cheeks as you start to shake "I try so hard am I just stupid?..." you ask yourself as your thoughts swirled in your mind and throat became sore shaking you were startled by the sound of the bedroom door creaking open, you look up to see your boyfriend standing there tilting his head "oh hey love-" you hiccup and wipe your face forcing a sad smile he walks up to you and sits on the edge of the bed he puts a piece of your hair behind your ear looking at you with concerned eyes "uhm its stupid I-I just got rejected from my college" you say looking at your hand with embarrassment he pulls you in close and leans you on his chest, you listen to his heartbeat calming you down who knew Michael had a heart.

Thomas:

you were standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes while waiting on dinner you heard screaming coming from the front door Thomas comes walking quickly down to the basement with a girl over his shoulder and a guy being pulled by his hair you've had a bad past with loud noises and confrontations so you hated it luda gave you a worried look noticing the quickening of your breath and the stressed look on your face she give you a nod and you go upstairs to the bedroom that you and Thomas shared, you sat on the bed with your legs crossed under you and a small blanket over your shoulders "damn it (y/n) wait cant you stop being so sensitive" you thought as you clasped your hands together leaning them on your forehead closeing your eyes tight trying to block out the blood curdling screams coming from downstairs, after that didn't work and you started to shake you flop backwards and put a pillow over your head the muffled sounds seemed to help not knowing how much time had past you felt a presents beside you, you raise the pillow enough to see Thomas looking at you with worried eyes he wipes your cheek not even knowing you had been crying "I'm fine huh just a little overstimulated" I say with a soft laugh but he didn't seem amused, he walk to the other side of the bed kick off his shoes and joining me the pulls me to lay myself on top of him he rups my arm and plays with my hair "I love you tommy" I say nuzzling into his neck.

Billy&stu

you were sitting at your desk studying for your final exam before summer break you've been very stressed out all night staying up until 1am trying to figure things out "shit shit shit what if I fail my parents are gonna be so mad I'm gonna have to start the whole grade over again" you think as you start to shake and cry, you try to get up to get some fresh air but instead sliding down the door of your bedroom laying on the cool floor, you had at thought and pulled out your phone shakily and called up your boyfriends knowing they where the only thing that could help "hello? (y/n) is everything okay" billy says you called him knowing stu is probably over at his house like always and stu never picks up the phone "n-no please come over I really need you two right now" I say sobbing into the phone "okay baby we'll be over right away" he say hanging up the phone a few minutes pass and you hear taps on your window you go and open the curtains seeing your teo dorky boyfriends crawling on the over hand of your house, you open the window "thanks for coming" I say huging them when they step inside "aw pup its alright we'll always be here" stu say huging you back tightly, they pull me over to my bed and throw the sheet over us they squeeze you in the middle and cuddle you till your hearts content after telling them what's wrong.

Jason:

you where taking a stowell as you usually did since it was boring when jason would go and set traps, where walking in the main part of the camp when you see a truck of teens roll up you were confused on how they got in since the gate was rushed shut "hey sweetie what's a cutie like you doing in the dangerous woods" a sleazy guy says being out of the car along with his other friends "yeah why don't you join us we'll show you a good time promise" another guy say closing close to me grabbing my arm "No I'm fine thanks" you say trying to pull away but the guys try to grab you and pull me towards the car you punched a in the face and knee a guy in the stomach running from the group hearing them laugh, you run to the share cabin and sat on the couch feeling the bruises of where the guys had grabbed you, you start to shake and bawl your eyes out you look up the see Jason standing with his machete dropping out to the floor and quickly walking over to you he sits by you puting you on his lap cradling you , you see him sign "are you alright?" "yeah I'm okay what did you do with them" I say already knowing "I saw them hurt you so I hurt them 10× more" he signed noting his chin on the top of your head "I love you" you say hugging his neck, you could feel the blush radiating off of him.

#horror #horror movies #michael myers #jason voorhees #billy and stu #slashers #oneshot #headcanon #x reader

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v1x3n · 6 months

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♡ unforgivable

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ┃ navigation ୨୧ tags : angst

"you know for a fine fucking fact that wasn't supposed to happen!” Simon yelled out after seeing you storm off into your two bedroom. It felt like you had all your frustration had draggefd along with you, the atmosphere slightly calmer after you had gone.

Last winter, Simon had a big mission - around 4 months away from you, stuck with members of his team. Which you aren't a part of. So that meant you couldn't really contact him at all, for so long. Just an occasional text came from him as you spammed him. With pictures of yourself doing daily activities: the club with your mates, working, just waking up, your meals throughout the day, stuff like that. There were paragraphs about how much you missed him and all the stuff yous needed to do when he was back. Cool facts you learned that day, stuff that he would find cool. You had sent him links to things you had bought for him. Just basically anything you could do so he would know he is constantly on your mind, at all times.

It just so happens you weren't on his mind constantly. Someone else was on his mind, a coworker, a fellow lieutenant.

They had gone out for drinks, the whole team - after they thought the mission was finished, around 2 months in.

So back to the drinks. The whole team was very drunk and so very hazed. The other woman had her eye on Simon, or as she had known him; ghost. So ofc when they were all a little bit more than just tipsy she would try to do something. Unfortunately, Simon hadn't refused and got into it.

Your boyfriend fucked another woman. A woman he sees nearly every day at work. A woman who had obvious feelings for him.

Huffing at Simons ridiculous statement while tears streamed hot down your face. “whatever” mumbled through your wet lips, blabbering as you listened to angry stomps from the living room you had just exited.

Red thunderclaps follow Simons stamps down the corridor, then a surprising polite knock, well polite for him anyway. No reply came from you as you stifled your tears. "Please." A small whimper sounded from Simon, a small, subtle, silent sound.

“you know i wouldnt on purpose!” he hissed. You could tell his teeth were almost shaving off the pieces of bone from his bottom pair from how he gritted them. You wanted to scream and shout back at him, but you couldn't though. Tears welded your eyes shut and ran past your lips sealing them. Apart from the hiccups and the silent blabbering you didn't peep.

The only thing you could and forced yourself to think of was ‘what now?’

I mean what was it now? Would you stay with him? Would you leave? You love him too much to leave but you cannot stay. You cannot get the image out of your head. The image of him pounding into her like he does, did, with you. The picture of him cumming inside of her. Something you had begged him to do, the picture of them kissing and the picture of them being close in general. Both you and Simon knew how long it took for Simon to get physical with you and it took what? A few hours and he was on top of that other girl.

You didn't want him near you.

Finally getting up and opening the door, to spot a sight of him right across the hall staring at your door. “love, i-i..." his words fall from his lips, slipping away as his voice trails. “please, forgive me.” tears welding your eyes once again, spiking through your tear ducts. Words spurting out,

"I trusted you Simon Riley."

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fang-wife · 3 years

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loft music | tamaki amajiki

➳ tags ;; mean!reader, sub!tamaki, teasing, mild humilation, degradation, unprotected sex, the petname bunny n fucktoy, sweet lil ending, there’s only one bed, oh no!

➳ wc ;; 2.4k

➳ a/n ;; speed wrote this shit at 6am and it’s currently 9am. i haven’t slept...

edit: reposting cause it didn’t show up in the tags </3

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He thinks you’re joking most of the time.

It’s to be expected of someone like Tamaki - all nerves, fear, anxiety. He isn’t sure how he’s supposed to believe someone like you actually means all the flirty things you say. Certain you’re making fun of him, he tries his hardest to let the commentary slide off his shoulders like he needs it too.

But it’s hard. You make him feel so frazzled. It’s so hard to pretend he isn’t bothered by your too close touches, the warmth of your breath, the feeling of your body pressed against his when you hold his arm on patrols. It’s like he knows - deep down, that you’re doing it to mess with him. He knows that you’re doing it to see him frustrated because you make that face when he squirms. It’s so evil and so mean and humiliating -

and so unbelievably arousing. It makes his breath catch in his lungs - his stomach twist and turn. It makes his entire body burn with desire and he hates it. He feels uneasy when he sees you - not knowing what thing you’ll do to string him along like before. There’s a restless that you’ve grown inside him - planted in his heart and lungs that he finds inescapable. He’s more afraid of it when you’re not there, on the days you don’t bother him at all.

He can’t understand himself. Why he’s so disappointed when you’re partnered with someone else on patrol. Why he goes home feeling extra miserable when you haven’t said something to push his buttons. It makes him feel like a puppy waiting for it’s master - downtrodden and depressed without your attention.

There’s the jealousy too. That bitterness in his mouth when that new rookie clings to your side with doe-eyes. It made him sick to see you pinch the newbies cheek with any kind of affection - ruffling his hair and throwing your arm around his shoulder.

It’s all unreasonable. And confusing. He doesn’t know how to feel about you and can’t determine how you feel about him. There’s not even anyone he can tell because how was he supposed to explain himself?

But he has to rid himself of this frustration somehow - manage it before he really breaks down.

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He knows for certain that being on this mission with you, alone - in this room with one bed, will not help him at all.

He cannot remember a time he felt this miserable. His heart damn near fell out of his ass when the receptionist told him about the mix-up. It didn’t help that he saw that little whimsical look in your eyes when you registered it. The faux disappointment and shrug. Tamaki doesn’t trust you at all, not one bit.

He figures he must’ve done something truly evil in a past life to deserve this. He’s expecting some kind of commentary from you given the whole situation when you enter the room. There’s a couch, and a desk. A singular lamp and a TV - and the bed is big but not big enough for two. Not big enough for you to sleep truly separate.

He awaits your commentary anxiously, as your eyes drink in the surroundings. He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but he knows it’s not you opening the curtains and staring out into the city.

“It’s really a beautiful. Shame we’re only here for a mission,” ― you sigh, stretching your arms and yawning ― “I’ll take the couch tonight, by the way. We should sleep soon,”

His eyes widen. Did he hear you correctly?

“Sorry, what?”

You turn your head and blink at him, head cocked to one side. You blink a few times before knitting your brows together.

“Hm?”

“Y-you’re gonna sleep on the couch?”

You nod.

“Yeah. You’ll be using your quirk a lot tomorrow, so at least for tonight - I’ll take the couch”

Tamaki isn’t sure what he’s supposed to feel about it. He knows it shouldn’t be disappointment. He nods dumbly.

“Oh.. okay”

“Cool. I’m gonna get washed up and head to bed - I’m beat”

He watches you slink off to the bathroom, dumbfounded.

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You’re putting on skin cream as Tamaki contemplates your proposal. The only thing in the background is some TV drama - but the words are blurring. His head is racing with a million thoughts. You’re not even fazed - seemingly off somewhere in your own world as Tamaki sorts his own emotions out by weight.

Everything else, reason, shame, anxiety - is drowned by the most unpleasant feeling of disappointment he’s ever experienced. He’s trying his hardest to understand it but every time he tries - his brain fires off into question marks. Why the hell is he so disappointed? Shouldn’t he be relieved?

But he isn’t. He feels so uneasy he wants to throw some kind of tantrum but he can’t. He’s changed into pajama pants and a loose white shirt - his legs crossed on the bed. He chews his lip nervously. Why does he feel like this?

“Uhm, y-you know you should.. sleep on t-the bed with me. Uhm, since - we’re both gonna be.. uhm, busy”

What is he saying? What is he doing?

You pause, turning over your shoulders with your brow quirked. You mask your amusement, straightening your face.

“Oh.. uh - you sure? Won’t that be uncomfortable for you?,”

Obviously.

“No!”

You smile at him.

“Then.. sure. Let me know if I make you uncomfortable”

And with that you turn away to face the mirror - finishing the rest of your skincare and putting it away as Tamaki anxiously sets alarms on his phone and adjusts his side of the bed. He tucks himself in before you do - with his eyes closed, listening to the rustling of your movement. He waits and waits for what feels like an eternity until your body weight dips on the other side of the bed.

He can feel you. Your body radiating a pleasant warmth - the smell of hotel soap and your skin cream and whatever detergent you always use. He buries his face into his pillow to try and mask his burning humiliations but his mind feels so blank. If he moves an inch your bodies would be touching - the lights are off but the city is bright enough that it doesn’t matter. Tamaki shuts his eyes and prays for something. Not entirely sure what, but something.

You move around and bristle against him - and he flinches.

“Tamaki, you okay? Sorry about that -”

Your voice has gone low in the night, soft and gentle. He squirms. Unsure what to do with this leftover frustration, he hugs his pillow to his body and buries his face in it.

“‘m fine,”

“.. You sure? You seem kinda off. You can talk to me,”

Your assurance is gentle. It makes Tamaki feel strange. You’re lucky he can’t see you because your smile would give you away. He’s so obvious it hurts you, but you play nice. You can be mean later, soon so for now - you play nice.

He doesn’t say anything - doesn’t know what to do with himself. His cock twitches pathetically in his pants and he freezes. His body runs cold with a shiver. You turn to face his back.

Tamaki feels like prey more than ever. Like most predators, you know when to sink your teeth in. He’s not exception not really. You scoot closer to him, voice just a whisper.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Tamaki?”

He can’t answer, but he shakes his head.

“No? Then what is it?”

You’re close. Too close. He trembles as your body presses against his back - let’s out a noise.

“Use your words, Tama - I won’t bite. Why do you feel like this, hm?”

Your hands hover above him. His body shudders. His voice hiccups, a sob deep within his ribcage pouring out of him. It becomes clearer than ever that he needs you to touch him. Shame blooms in his belly.

“I won’t touch you till you say yes” ― you sound amused, the kind he’s learned to recognize ― “If you want to go to sleep, just say the word”

He breaks. Shatters into pieces as a tremor tears through him.

“Please,”

“Please what?”

“Touch me, touch me please - can’t,”

Your hands come up under his shirt, pinching his nipples as you place a kiss to his shoulder. His back arches, whimpering as his eyes shoot open. Your breath ghosts along the nape of his neck, your hands settled at his chest.

“Okay” ― you soothe ― “Turn around for me, baby”

Baby. Tamaki shudders as he flips over to face you. You reach over to flip the lights on - only a gap between you two. His brain feels like it’s melting - your face is so close to his own. You give him a small smile - eyes brimming with tears and expression burning red. You reach your hand to wrap around his neck and bring him towards, kissing him feverishly. He moans when he feels your tongue in his mouth.

He kisses you eagerly, hands frozen at his side as your tongue explores his mouth. Outlines his teeth, brushes against his own - he melts into the touch. He whines disappointedly when you stop.

Your hand cups his face.

“You’re such a pervert, Tamaki” ― you grin, brushing your thumb against his lower lip befores ticking it in his mouth ― “Got so antsy without me. You like being teased so much?”

Not in a spot to deny it, he merely shuts his eyes.

“...why did you stop t-teasing me?”

You chuckle, kissing the shell of his ear as your hands slide up his waist, around his body.

“I thought you didn’t like it baby,”

He muffles himself, mumbling about how he didn’t think he did either. Your hand travels down, squeezes his hard cock from his pajama pants. Gasping for air, he moans and ruts into your palm.

“You like when I’m mean to you, Tama? Like when I make fun of you ‘n tease you?”

“Hnggh”

You hold a hand up to his mouth with a warm smile.

“Spit”

His eyes go wide as you blink at him curiously. A pang of shame hits as he spits into your palm weakly, watching through lidded eyes as your hand travels to his cock - just underneath his sweats. His hands fist the sheets as you pump him lazily.

“You’re cock is so red ‘n pretty, Tamaki”

“You’re ― hic ― you’re m-making fun of me”

“’s that why you’re so hard? It’s drooling all over my hand. You’re so wet - they’re gonna have to change our sheets in the morning” ― you tease ― “They’re gonna know how lewd you are bunny, so much keeps coming out when I touch you”

He shakes his head, grits his teeth. He can feel himself creaming into your fist, overwhelmed by your touch. His eyes are screwed so tight it aches. So lost in pleasure and the sound of your voice humiliating him.

“You like being my little fucktoy, bunny? Like when I treat you like a pet and play with you whenever I like?,”

“Aaah, aah - pl-please” ― he shakes his head furiously ― “can’t t-take it, please”

“Bet you’re gonna make the cutest face when I let you fuck my pussy,”

His eyes shoot open as he feels you scoot closer to him. You pull his pants down swiftly - your hand covered in pre-cum. He watches with wide eyes as you pull your own shorts down, a string of arousal trailing down your thigh. Tamaki watches it with hearts in his eyes, making you laugh deeply. It’s an affirmation that you meant everything you said - that he was making you like that too. It’s enough to make him sniffle.

He watches as you lift your leg up - tugging his cock towards you. It’s pretty - thin and long and so red it’s almost purple. Your cunt envelops it . Clit throbbing against the tip, Tamaki’s sure he’ll cum if he moves. You grind against him so slowly, bringing his face towards you.

His mouth drops open as you kiss him. His dick is twitching relentlessly at the way you gasp.

“Feel how wet you make me when you look all pathetic?”

“Can I please, nghh - can you please let me,”

“Wanna cream inside me, bunny? Wanna fuck me so bad you’d do anything?”

He nods rapidly. A silent scream leaves his mouth as you adjust - slide yourself right down onto his cock. You feel so much better then he could ever picture. Soft and tight and warm and wet - like pure fucking velvet. His hands dip into your hips for support. Through lidded eyes, he watches your hand come down between your thighs.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t - ‘m gonna,”

You feel him spurt his hot cum into you with a loud, broken cry. His throat, sored from exhaustion, doesn’t serve him any better when you start moving. Fucking yourself on his overstimulated, half-hard cock with face paced rhythm. Your fuckin his cum right back into you and he’s sobbing through the overstimulation. His mind feels so broken - so pliant and obedient.

“’s too much ― ! p-please, can’t”

“Shh, ‘sokay baby,” ― you groan, meeting him in a kiss that manages to overwhelm him even more ― “Fuck, gonna cum, fuck”

The tension in your gut snaps like a rubber band and your whole body spams. Clenching down so tightly on Tamaki, he sobs. You’re whispering good-boy and other praises until you’re down and sobered from your high.

When you open your eyes - Tamaki is staring at you in amazement. His cock has gone soft inside you but you don’t bother telling him to pull out.

“You did so good baby,” ― you kiss the crown of his head ― “good job”

He feels small and warm under your touch. A blush forms on his cheeks, words completely failing him to express himself. You don’t make him. Brushing your thumb against his cheeks, you smile.

“I know I tease you a lot, Tama - but I really do like you,’

His eyes shoot up in surprise. He shrinks when he hears you giggle, flushing.

“I.. I l-like you too”

You chuckle, petting his hair and burying his face in your chest. You let your chin rest atop his head and nod.

“Then we’ll have to talk more tomorrow. Let’s sleep, okay?”

He blushes, embarrassed but content..

“O-okay..”

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stealforreal · 3 years

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Future kids - Bakugou Katsuki I

Bakugou meets his son from the future. Just some fluff, with a jealous Bakugou.

Bakugou Katsuki x F! reader

Warnings: none

Bakugou was stomping his way back to the dorms, cursing that stupid nerd Deku in his mind. Kicking some rocks lying in his way, he was radiating murder. Naturally his classmates left him alone to cool off for a minute, even the Baku squad left him alone. They had chosen not to interfere, because they would like to live to see another, thank you very much.

The stupid nerd had been too close to y/n at lunch today, and Bakugou had spent the entire time glaring at the curly green haired boy. What really made him snap was when she hugged him, and the stupid brocoli went as red as a tomato. She was giggling loudly and seemed really happy at whatever Midoriya had said, and the fiery ash blond couldn't control his jealousy so he stormed off. After class was over Bakugou was the first out the door, not even stopping to insult Denki when he made a bad joke.

The rest of his classmates were confused, sure they all knew Bakugou to be a hothead. But still he seemed angrier than usual, only the Baku squad had small nervous but knowing smiles on their face. They knew of the explosive boy's crush on y/n, it wasn't totally obvious and they really wouldn't have known had Kirishima not pointed out the subtle things. Like how he never once called her an extra, he still called her idiot, dumbass and such. That was probably Bakugou's version of a compliment, which was probably the reason they took so long to figure out his crush.

So here he was stomping his way back to the dorms, cursing Deku for being close with y/n, Himself for getting jealous, y/n for being too friendly and everything he could curse in general. He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a little tug on his uniform pant leg, glaring down at the thing that stopped him. Only to be confused when that thing turned out to be a little boy, around the age of 4-5 by the looks of it. Bakugou's brows furrowed in confusion, how did a little boy end up here. UA is one of the most secure places in Japan, courtesy of the League of Villains and other past incidents.

What caught Bakugou's attention though, was the fact that this little boy was bawling his eyes out and trembling with his sobs. Bakugou didn't know what was happening, he felt incredibly protective of the young boy but didn't know why. He seemed kind of familiar, like Bakugou had seen parts of him somewhere else before. The little boy had big e/c doe eyes, filled to the brim with tears as he stared at the ground. His hair was unruly and a familiar shade of ash blond, he reminded Bakugou of himself a bit when he was young except the crybaby attitude of course. It was weird for Bakugou to feel this protective of anything, and he didn't like it one bit

" Oi brat, where are you parents?" The teenager asked the little boy, crouching down to his level, making the little lad finally pay attention to the stranger he had grabbed. The little boy gasped and flung himself at Bakugou, clutching on tightly to the stunned teenager's shirt. A new wave of tears hit the little blonde, being relieved at the familiar sight of his fathers face though much younger. " D-daddy, I-I was so scared" the little boy whimpered, burying his tear stained face in his fathers shoulder. Bakugou was speechless, he sure as hell was not this kid's father even if it explained the feeling of familiarity. No Bakugou shook his head at the ridiculous thought, this kid was obviously terrified and contrary to popular belief Bakugou would not abandon a lost child " Oi brat, I'm taking you with me back to the dorms. Afterwards we'll find your parents' ' he huffed, Bakugou was going to kill this kid's parents once they were found.

The younger boy began calming down in the older boy's arms, the tears had stopped and he was only softly hiccupping now. "B-but daddy I did find you, I wanna go see mommy" the young boy huffed out, defiantly crossing his arms over his little chest. " Oh yeah, prove it brat" Bakugou smirked thinking he had cornered the little boy in his lie, but much to his astonishment the little boy let out a small explosion in the palm of his hand. Though much brighter than his own, there was no mistaking his explosion quirk. Bakugou hated to admit that so far the brat seemed to be telling the truth, and he hated even more how his feeling of protectiveness grew at the revelation that this kid in fact was most likely his son from the future. It wasn't rocket science, right now Bakugou was 16 and 100% not a father. Yet here is a little boy that is the spitting image of him as a kid except the eyes, and in this world where quirks exist perhaps time travelling was possible.

Bakugou's little chat with his son had taken longer than he thought, because as soon as he entered the dorm common room every one in the room snapped their head towards the two ash blondes. The first to break the pin drop silence was Kirishima " Eh who is the kid, Bakubro" he asked. While Mina asked if he had kidnapped the kid, earning a glare from the explosive blonde. " Daddy, why does Aunt Mina and Uncle Kiri not recognize me? " a little voice asked, making a lot of jaws drop and eyes widened. 1....2......3...... " WHA!!!" The lot of them shouted, questions coming left and right, wanting an explanation as to why this little boy who looked suspiciously like Bakugou called him dad.

What they all failed to notice was the little boy was recoiling from the loud noise, pressing himself closer and closer to his father. Bakugou noticed this, and thanks to his newfound protectiveness he hugged him closer and glared at them effectively shutting them up. Mostly they were just silenced because the sight of Bakugou hugging and being protective of his supposed son baffled them. I mean we are talking about Mr.Hothead angry Pomeranian, the most blatant rude student in class 1-A if not in the entirety of UA. " Shut it ya damn morons, can't you see you're frightening him" Bakugou sneered at his classmates, not loudly but it was still malicious enough to make a shiver run up their spines.

Midoriya, who had known Kacchan the longest, was intrigued by this side of Kacchan and unconsciously moved closer to the two ash blondes. Seeing the familiar shade of green hair approach them Bakugou sneered, while his son became ecstatic. " Uncle Izu '' The child yelled excitedly, stretching his arm towards the blushing brocoli boy indicating he wanted to be held. " Ah hell no! He is not your uncle, I won't allow shitty Deku to hold my son" Bakugou yelled, making a few snicker quietly, but what really set them off was the fact his son chopped his head with a little fist. "Oi, why the hell did ya do that for ya brat? Bakugou barks at his son, only receiving a deadpan expression in return. " Mommy said, every time your daddy is mean to uncle Izu chop his head for me, okay baby?" After that announcement they all burst out laughing, while Midoriya tried not to tremble under Bakugou's glare.

"Speaking of which, who is your mom?, uhm I never got your name, little guy" Kirishima asked the little boy, stating a valid point. Bakugou realized that even though he had known his son for about 5 hours now, he never once asked what the boy's name was. " What do you mean, Uncle Kiri, it's me Katsuma?" Katsuma tilted his head a bit, not really being aware or understanding that he most likely travelled through time. " Well you aren't born in our time yet, mini Bakugou" Kaminari informed the little boy, in his usual teasing voice. " Really Uncle Kami" Little Katsuma asked " Does this mean mommy and daddy aren't together yet?" He asked, surprising the teenagers. Katsuma was surprisingly smart for a kid his age, and after the initial shock from being called daddy Katsuki totally forgot to ask about his son's mother.

"That is correct, Katsuma'' Todoroki piped up in his usual monotone voice, surprising Katsuma with his appearance. " Uncle Todo'' Katsuma replied coolly, surprising everyone present. The happy bubbly 5 year old had vanished in an instant, and been replaced with a little boy full of hatred. Breaking the little staring contest that had broken out between his son and the damn half n half bastard, was none other than Midoriya's phone. Being the klutz that he is, he ended up answering and putting it on speaker. " Izuku, Ochaco said there was a cute kid at your dorm, so I'm coming over " y/n voice could be heard, instantly Katsuma brightened up again being all sparkles and rainbows again. He tugged at his dad's collar, demanding Katsuki's attention " daddy, daddy did you hear, mommy's coming over" the little ash blonde exclaimed, bouncing in his fathers arms from being giddy. This new information caused everybody's jaw to land on the floor once again.

" WHY, why does Bakugou get the hot chick? '' Mineta yelled in agony, being the little pervert he is, he had to comment on her looks. " Oi, don't talk about my future wife and baby mama y/n like that, I'll fucking blast you to hell" His statement followed by the crackeling in his palm, and the sound of a phone being dropped? Turning around Bakugou was met with your stunned face, eyes blown wide with confusion and astonishment clearly written on your face. " Mommy" Katsuma yelled, squirming trying to get out of his fathers embrace, and slowly Katsuki sat him down. When his small feet hit the floor, Katsuma was sprinting towards y/n with all his might and flinging himself into her arms. Resulting in the poor girl, falling down on the floor in her confusion.

Katsuma buried his face in her neck, sighing happily to himself. The remaining nerves he had totally disappeared once he saw you. As much as Katsuma was a daddy’s boy, he was even more of a mama’s boy. Katsuma could feel the lack of response coming from his mother, curious and slightly scared he looked at her face. you were absolutely stunned, no response came from you frightening the young boy. Tears began swimming in Katsuma’s beautiful e/c eyes, snapping you back to reality. The sight of a child with tears in his eyes, struck your motherly instincts. Answers could wait, right now there was an adorable toddler with tears in his eyes, and you had to comfort him.

Slowly Katsuma was pulled into your embrace, head buried in the crock of your neck. Arms wrapped tightly around the preciuóus boy, letting him cling to you for deer life. “ M-mommy, I m-missed you, I was s-so scared-d” Katsuma said through sobs and hiccups. Not bothering to correct him, you bounced him lightly up and down in your arms. Bakugou came and helped you onto your feet, putting an arm around your waist. His other hand began stroking Katsuma’s unruly blond hair.

Around them the rest of the class was still stunned into silence, seeing the small family in an embrace. Most of them had never seen Bakugou look so protective and calm, let alone with a small blush. You would also sport a matching blush if it weren’t for the fact, all your attention was on the young boy in your arms. He looked like a carbon copy of Katsuki, yet his e/c eyes looked exactly like yours. Slowly the sniffles stopped. Instead they were replaced by steady breathing, it seems like the child had a long day because he was fast asleep in your arms.

Slowly you made your way to the 1-A dorm living room couch, with the sleeping child in your arms and Bakugou not far behind you. He made it a point to keep his hand on the small of your back, glaring at the other guys present if they looked at your or his son the wrong way. “ Can somebody please explain to me what is going on?” You whispered so you wouldn’t wake up the young boy, whose name you still hadn’t caught. Your eyes caught Izuku’s eyes, but for some reason his eyes widened and he averted his gaze from you. Izuku is one of your best friends, you met because you and your classmate Hatsume Mei worked on his hero costume and you hit it off.

With your attention not fully on the child anymore, you now realised that somebody had their arm around your shoulders. Looking to your right where the owner would be stítting, your eyes widened slightly at the person on your right. One of the hottest guys in UA had his arm around you, Bakugou Katsuki of class 1-a was well known in the school. His temper, looks and quirk had made him extremely popular with the female population of UA, though none of them dared approach him. The bad boy image both attracted them and made them keep their distance from him. He wasn’t exactly known for being a teddy bear, so Katsuki hugging y/n closer to him and keeping touching her was not expected.

“ Oi Flashlight, brat is ours from the future. I don't know how he got here but it’s true. He even has my quirk, you know what this means right ” Bakugou spoke, explaining the situation. The others had left the two of you alone, giving Bakugou privacy to explain the surreal situation to you. What this means? What did he mean by that? You couldn’t help but ponder the meaning. Turning your head to face him and question him on what he meant, you were met with a very close Bakugou. Bakugou couldn’t contain himself seeing you look so adorably clueless, so he closed the small gap between you.

His lips were surprisingly soft. He was gentle in kissing you, not knowing how you would react. I mean you had to like him back right? You were sitting there next to hum with YOUR SON in your arms. He smelled nice, it was a sweet scent like caramel courtesy of his quirk. The kiss was slow, loving and gentle, the feeling of his lips on yours were intoxicating. Pulling back from the kiss, Bakugou growled silently, huskily in your ear “Your mine, flashlight” Heat crept up your neck, and you were left softly blushing. “ What are we going to do with him Bakugou?” Still facing Bakugou, you looked at your son from the future. There really was no mistake, he looked like a perfect Katsuki copy with your eyes, and your motherly instincts told that this was in fact your son.

“It’s Katsuki to you Flashlight ” He corrected you “For now let's go to bed, it’s late. We can ask the squirt questions tomorrow” Katsuki led you to his room, still with a sleeping Katsuma in your arms. His bed was big enough to fit the three of you. You laid down with Katsuma in the middle, both you and Katsuki put an arm around Katsuma. Katsuki intertwined your fingers, and slowly you fell into a blissful sleep. You could ask more questions tomorrow.

But when you woke up, Katsuma was nowhere to be found. Only you and Katsuki were cuddling in his bed. You and Katsuki both came to the conclusion that whatever quirk sent Katsuma here probably sent him back to his own time. “Katsuki, is it wrong of me to miss him already?” You looked at your new boyfriend, looking into his sleepy vermillion orbs. “ If you miss the little firecracker already, why don’t we bring him back” His morning voice was rough, and tickled your ears just right, sending a shiver down your spine. Bakugou's eyes glinted with mischief, as he began kissing your neck. The innuendo not lost on you, the feeling of his lips on a particular spot had you giggling. It was ticklish and stopped him in his tracks for just long enough for you to get a word in. “ Let’s wait a few years okay” He nodded and laid down next to you again, pulling you close.

You would see Katsuma again. Someday.

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bratkook · 3 years

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test drive. (m) pjm.

pairing. biker!jimin x reader , deep six!au genre. smut, pwp word count. 1.8k warnings. dirty talk, unprotected sex, spanking, they almost get caught by other club members note. requested by @imjustfanfictrash for thirst night, thank u!! i had to make this deep six related just a tiny bit lol

“Feels soft right?” Jimin chuckles behind you, playful smirk on his lips when he sees the way your fingers grip the leather seat of his new bike. “It’s high quality leather.”

You know he’s just teasing, knowing you don’t actually give a damn about the quality of leather, but you don’t have it in you to bite back with some quick response. Instead your face comes to rest on the same material, cool against your cheek as you moan out a slur that sounds like his name.

When Jimin had called you over to the club’s shop, voice full of excitement as he gushed over his latest purchase, you hadn’t been expecting this to be the outcome. You were completely blindsided, too focused on the twinkle in his eye as he circled the bike and pointed at each of the features, too entranced with the way his stacked rings would glimmer in the bright lighting above. He knew exactly what he was doing, letting his fingers trail along the bike, trying to come off as innocent when he stood directly behind you, resting his hands along your hips as he slowly whispered into your ear.

“Let’s take it for a test drive,” he had suggested, voice sounding way too seductive for you to believe he actually meant it. No, he had absolutely no intention of driving this thing out of here with you sitting behind him, that much was obvious as he slyly began kissing your neck.

You were weak for him, all it took was a few strategically placed kisses and the right words murmured into your ear for you to agree instantly. Turning into a puddle as he slipped a hand underneath the hem of your dress, allowing him to tease you until you were begging for him to do what he wanted.

“W-what if someone walks in?” you mumble, eyes focused on the door of the shop as he slowly pushes the head of his cock into you. He feels the way your pussy tightens at the thought of being caught, gripping the first inch of his cock so tight he has to pause to catch his breath.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he teases, ringed fingers coming up to push your hair over your shoulder, allowing him to see the side of your face as he pushed further into you. The warmth of your core has him groaning, teeth biting down on his plump lower lip, eyes dropping down to stare at the way you suck him in.

Your light blue panties are pulled to the side to make room for his cock, the hem of your matching dress hiked up around your hips and he chuckles to himself when he notices the stark contrast between both of your outfits. Where you wore all pastels and dresses, he wore all black and leather. It was a constant reminder of how different you were, yet somehow Jimin managed to rope you in with his charm, allowing you to see past the rings and leather, past the red tombstone patch adorning his arms and back, seeing him for who he was: a man with so much love in his heart that just so happened to be directed towards you.

“No, don’t—fuck—“ you cry as he bottoms out, “don’t want anyone else to see me like this. Just you.”

He hums at that, letting his hands slide down your body until he was softly gripping your ass, thumb rubbing along the skin. “Don’t worry baby, I locked the door. You’re mine.”

His words make you relax, a shuddering breath filling the air as you adjust to his thick size, the familiar ache that came with taking him slowly subsiding. “Show me,” you mewl. “Show me I’m yours.”

There's a small beat of silence before he’s cursing under his breath, licking his lips over in thought, giving you a brief moment before he starts to rock into you. Slowly at first, inching back before thrusting forward, starting a smooth rhythm until you were begging for more.

“My dirty girl,” he rasps, jaw slack from the pleasure, seeing the way you soak his cock in your arousal, thick strings connecting the two of you each time he pulls back. “Letting me fuck you in the shop like this.”

A small moan slips past your lips, fingers digging into the cushioned seat as you try to find purchase, the smooth body of the bike not giving you much to grab on to. You give up quickly after, allowing yourself to be rocked against the bike, hoping the stand it was on would hold against the force of Jimin’s thrusts.

“Ah fuck,” you whimper, eyes screwing shut as he hits the bundle of nerves inside of you with precision, having grown too familiar with your body over the past few months. “Feels good—so good.”

Your mindless babbling has him smiling to himself, leaning over your body and cooing when he spots the way your mouth is dropped open, cheek still squished against the seat. “Yeah? Love my cock so much you wanna drool on the seats, huh?”

A small hum in confirmation is all you give him, succumbing to the pleasure, feeling each small jolt coursing through you as your skin slaps together. The leather of his jacket warms your back from his position over you, zipper of it ticking your waist when he stands back up properly.

He could feel how wet you are, how it gushes out of you, coats the inside of your thighs and makes a mess of your skin. It has him speeding up his hips, snapping forward so quickly your breathing stutters, a gasp cutting through the air as he delivers a sharp slap to your ass, the rings smarting your skin, delicious heat spreading as you moan out.

“Again,” you beg, arching your back and jutting your hips back into his, wanting to feel the slight pain that set your body alight.

“I told you, you’re filthy.” He does exactly what you ask though, spanking you until your ass was sore and you were left slurring against his bike. Your mind felt light and airy, focused on each gasp he lets out, the groans of your name making your climax sneak up on you.

You always liked it quick and messy, loved when he would sneak you away because he just couldn’t wait to sink into you, loved when you could feel the sweat coating your skin, especially loved when you could hear how fast he was fucking you. The wet squelches fill the air in the dirtiest way, mixing in with the low hum of music playing in the speaker a few feet away, blending in perfectly with the way you cry over his cock.

“Aw baby, did I fuck you stupid?” his tone makes you shiver, stomach tenses as your chest hiccups when you gasp, only able to nod in a daze because yes, he had fucked you well and truly stupid. He always did, left you crying over it, too lost in the pleasure to do anything else but that. “You wanna cum for me, make my cock messy?”

“Yes, fuck Jimin, please.” you whimper, teeth biting down onto your lower lip so hard you could almost taste blood. The cool metal of his rings makes you shiver as he slides his hand around your body, fingers coming into contact with your clit, wasting no time circling the swollen nub.

“Wanna feel you, wanna feel my dirty girl cum.” his voice drops as he speaks, thick with want and you wish you could see his face. You don’t have the strength to look back though, resting more of your weight onto his bike as the feeling consumes you, each flick of his fingers making you tremble, your hips bucking against his in search of your release.

Jimin smirks when your walls tighten around him, making it harder for him to keep up his pace, having his own orgasm quickly approaching. A choked gasp comes from you, morphing into a desperate, drawn out moan of his name when he finally pushes you over the edge. Your mind blanks for a moment, a flash of light displayed against your lids as the euphoric feeling consumes you, your ears ring so loud you barely hear the words Jimin says as he coaxes you through it.

“Fuck, just like that baby,” he groans, raking a hand through his orange hair, in awe with the way you quiver, weak thighs barely holding yourself up as you cream his cock. He’s fast to grab onto your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he quickens his pace, the aftershocks of your orgasm milking his own.

“Gonna make you messier,” he adds on, so quietly, speaking to himself as he focuses on where you two connect. The way his cock shines in the light, your sensitive pussy pulsing around him, mixing in with the gentle cries of his name, it pushes him over too. With a handful of messy thrusts he’s spilling into you, curses filling the air as he feels the tingles crawling up his spine.

You mewl against his bike at the warm feeling, whimper as he continues to fuck you in short, shallow thrusts before he’s pushing in as deeply as he could. The cool metal of his belt is felt against your ass, more warmth falling over you as he wraps his arms around your weak body, tucking his chin beside your neck with a gentle kiss to your skin.

“Did you really lock the door?” you quietly ask, not minding the stickiness coating your skin.

“Uhm, no,” he whispers with a grimace, cackling when you instantly stand up and push him off of you. His soft cock slips out of you as you adjust your panties and smooth out your dress, glaring at him when he motions towards your hair too. “Relax, no one comes to the shop this late anyways.”

Before you can even speak, the bells jingle a few feet away, a smirk on your face when Jimin’s eyes go wide and he turns around to cover his exposed self. Luckily it’s members of the club and not a person looking to get their bike fixed, matching patches on their own jackets, and when they spot your flustered expression and the way Jimin not so subtly adjusts himself in his jeans, they waste no time hounding him.

They’re all laughs as they call him a dog, Hoseok and Jungkook shoving his shoulder in passing before politely greeting you and scurrying off to the back room to grab whatever it is they came here for.

“No one comes here this late huh?” you repeat, brow raised and a playful expression on your face.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he pleads, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in to kiss your face, a smile on his lips because he knows you’re not actually upset.

“Take me for an actual test drive and you’re forgiven.” Your hands reach into his back pocket to pull out the keys, twirling them around your finger with a sly smile. “I’m driving though.”

He doesn’t even fight it, agreeing without a thought, because as much as he liked to pretend he was this hardass, you knew he would do anything you asked him to.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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jingle your bells

w/c: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of drinking and a suggestive joke

summary: peter gets drunk at tony’s christmas party and confesses a thing or two

a/n: today’s the day yayyy merry christmas guys i hope you’ve gotten and gave some good stuff!! i hope you’re all staying safe too <3 this was requested as a headcanon but i put a twist on it because why not

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your dad loves parties. hosting them, attending them, crashing them. he’s actually known for it.

this year, he’s throwing a little party for christmas. everyone at the compound is coming, but there’s someone you care about more than the rest. peter. he’s one of your favorite people and closest friends.

your crush, too.

these things can be a bit overwhelming, so the two of you always stick together. you’ll sometimes sneak upstairs to your room and binge movies with pajamas and all kinds of junk food. it’s your own party in a way. you two enjoy the time you don’t spend at the real ones more than anything.

thor and bruce are currently doing their own rendition of all i want for christmas. your dad made the mistake of setting up karaoke. you laugh along, natasha dragging them in every way possible. steve snaps to the beat. wanda is covering her face in second hand embarrassment. vision offers tips that he searched every possible database for.

sam and bucky took peter somewhere a while ago. that can never be good. he’ll probably come back covered in whipped cream or something stupid. those two never leave peter alone. it’s kind of sweet when you think about it.

“thank you! thank you very much, children,” thor grins as everyone applauds the performance. bruce takes a bow. “we’ll be here all night.” you shake your head at the two of them. they’re too funny. natasha shares a look with you. “boo, get off the stage!” bucky calls as he enters the room. sam and peter follow behind him.

peter is smiling like an idiot, not that his smile isn’t adorable. it just seems a bit off. you really have to find out what they did to him.

“uh, this is my stage,” thor scoffs and grabs the microphone off the stand. grimacing, bruce puts a hand on his shoulder. “let’s calm down, buddy.” “no, i think we should do another one. santa baby.” he points to natasha. “hit play for us, thanks.” she sighs and puts the song on through the speakers. you can’t win with thor.

you watch sam whisper something to peter, then bucky cackles. tony and pepper make their way in and sit down next to you on the couch.

“what’s going on in here?” pepper asks you, nudging your arm. you’re more concerned with what’s going on with peter. “a sing off. it was karaoke, but bucky riled thor up.” your dad clicks his tongue. “that absolute madman.”

“he’s not the only madman tonight,” your mom comments, widening her eyes at the sight in front of her. you furrow your eyebrows and follow her gaze. your mouth drops open.

peter is dancing around in front of them. he’s trying to hip bump bruce, who keeps inching closer to thor. sam and bucky are doubled over from the other side of the room. they ruined your poor peter.

thor chuckles and pats peter on the back. he happily accepts it very much like a puppy would. he’s wearing a headband with jingle bells on it and there’s a weird stain on his shirt.

“little spider has been drinking,” thor announces, peter’s cheeks glowing red. that makes sense. you immediately glare at sam and bucky. they raise their hands in defense. they’re still on the hook.

“god, i can smell him from here,” natasha agrees and waves her hand in the air. “they‘d be able to smell him from sokovia,” wanda mutters. “parker? are you shit-faced right now?” your dad speaks up, a look between concern and anger on his face. his giggling gives him away.

“it’s christmas. you’re drunk out of your mind on christmas. i can’t have that.” tony points upstairs, signaling for him to go. you’re pretty sure peter didn’t process a word of that. pepper rubs up and down tony’s arm with a frown. “oh, tony. don’t be a grinch.” he sighs and watches peter try to climb into steve’s lap.

“he needs to sleep this off, pep. kid hasn’t had a drop of alcohol before tonight.” it’s true. he’s big on not drinking until he’s old enough. you have to wonder what changed. “i’ll bring him to his room, dad. he shouldn’t go alone,” you offer, already getting to your feet. “thanks, y/n/n. look at you, making good choices.”

you walk up to steve and give him an apologetic smile. relief washes over his face. “he’s all yours,” he laughs out. “all yours,” peter repeats in a giggle. “mhm. let’s go, peter.” you take him by his arm and pull him away from steve.

he’s easy to drag along because of the state he’s in. he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, your arm around his waist.

“you smell so good, y/n. sooo nice,” peter almost sings, sniffing you for good measure. “you don’t,” you deadpan. the two of you pass by sam and bucky on your way out. “you’re actually messed up for this,” you tell them under your breath, bucky gasping. “hey, miss stark. it was his idea!” sam yells out to you. you’re not in the mood to hear it.

peter cuddles into your side while you lead him up the stairs. his breath is hot on you and wreaks of expensive liquor from your dad’s cabinet. you never imagined you’d see him like this.

he’s still clinging onto you, so you open his door by pressing your back to it. “come on, pete. you have to lay down,” you tell him as nicely as you can. he stops walking in the middle of the room. “wait. lemme show you something.” he wiggles his eyebrows and shakes his head around. it makes the jingle bells on his head... jingle.

“did you like it?” peter asks and leans his head down to do it again. stifling a laugh, you grab his shoulders. “yeah, peter. i liked it. you can stop jingling your bells now.” “you should... should jingle my bells,” he slurs, smirking at you. you quickly take your hands off of him. “oh my god, you’re so drunk.”

he’s doing all the things you wish he would when he’s sober.

“are you mad at me?” peter pouts his lip out. “don’t be mad at me, y/n.” you press your own lips together and take a seat on his bed. he plops down next to you, pushing his head against your shoulder. “no, but i am mad at sam and bucky. i can’t believe they’d do this.” his face twists up in confusion. “and on christmas.”

“do what?” he wonders and settles his head on you. “let you drink?” you ask like it should be obvious. it should be. “no, no, no. they were helping me.” peter puffs some air out of his cheeks. that gives him the idea to blow into your ear. you flinch and push at his shoulder.

“peter, they gave you alcohol. it’s clearly not good for you.” “no, y/n.” he closes his eyes and lays his head on your shoulder again. “i got my own. they-“ he’s interrupted by a hiccup. you can’t help but laugh, pulling him closer. “‘scuse me. they helped me with something else.”

drunk peter is kind of cute. super cute, to be real.

“what was it?” you decide to entertain him, figuring he’ll say something ridiculous. “asking you out,” peter answers way too casually. you almost don’t believe him. then again, he’s pretty self aware at the moment. it’s probably because his powers give him a higher tolerance.

peter feels your heart speeding up next to him. he presses his head to it so he can hear. “you- are you serious?” you stammer, willing him to look up at you. “uh huh. i like you a lot.” a lazy smile takes over his face. “a lot a lot.” “peter...” he’s still going.

“i asked them for advice. it sucked. we were in the kitchen and i remembered your dad’s...” he pauses to think of the word. “stash. i thought drinking would make me loose.” he moves his body around for a visual.

you’re still shocked sam and bucky let him go through with it. it does sound like them, though. you’re more shocked peter likes you back and just admitted it.

sober peter would never admit any of that.

“you don’t have to change anything for me, pete. i like you, too.” you grin down at him. peter returns it and puckers his lips at you. “cool. does that mean i can get a kiss?” letting out a breath, you help him sit up again. he whines about it for all of ten seconds before yawning.

this isn’t exactly how you saw this moment going. peter is too shy to ever really initiate anything, and you never knew if he felt the same. you’re always trying to figure out each other’s boundaries. he has to debate with himself about little things like giving you his jacket or facetiming you at night.

he never wants to overstep. you never want to scare him off. having him drunkenly snuggle with you breaks all those boundaries. at least something finally does. the kiss will have to wait until whatever he drank leaves his system, which hopefully won’t be long. his powers are a possibility once again.

“it’s nap time for you,” you tell peter like he’s a kid. he protests like one, too. “but i’m not tired.” “yeah you are. you just yawned.” he opens his mouth to speak. you talk first. “lay down.” he’s caught off guard this time when you push at his chest. it makes him fall back on the pillows.

you giggle and take the jingle bells off his head. they can’t be comfortable. peter makes grabby hands for you. “come lay with me, baby,” he mumbles into the pillow his face is squished in. your heart flutters hearing him call you that. his arms do look inviting. they’re all ready to hold you.

too bad he’s on time out.

“i can’t. i’m supposed to be back downstairs already.” you unenthusiastically get up from the bed. peter groans, rolling onto his side. “i want christmas cuddles.” “you’ll get some after your nap,” you promise and poke his shoulder. “and a kiss.” he closes his eyes the literal second you say that.

you like this boy way too much.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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You write Moody so well! I would love to see something where Moody and Remus talk for the first time after Coops was outed. Whether it happens after the meeting Coops had with Arthur and Alice or after the all star break. I feel like they have such a good relationship!

Thanks! This was partially inspired by watching The Karate Kid (1984) last night, so I hope y'all are ready for some mentor hurt/ comfort this fine Sunday! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for mentioned forced outing

Remus was almost done. He only had a few more drawers to clean out. The whiteboards were as squeaky and shiny as the day he arrived; the desk had a few more dents and coffee stains decorating the surface, but overall it looked decent. He still couldn’t bring himself to take the pictures off, though. It was his life. His friends. He just couldn’t do it.

The sleeve of his ancient Wisconsin hoodie was still damp when he smudged it under his runny nose. No tears had fallen, but he could feel the maelstrom gathering in his throat. Everything he had worked for, gone because of one stupid mistake.

Not Sirius, of course. Sirius would never be a mistake. It was Remus’ fault they had been caught in the first place.

He stared around his office in misery—no official notice of his layoff had arrived, but he knew it would come, and it was always better to be prepared. Maybe it would hurt less if he did it himself, one final ‘fuck you’ to the homophobes before he trooped off with his tail between his legs.

The tiles were cold through the seat of his comfiest jeans. He tucked his knees closer to his chest.

A quiet knock at the door interrupted the suffocating silence. He didn’t answer.

“Kid?”

Remus’ lower lip wobbled and he croaked out a ‘come in’ with as much strength as he could muster; it wasn’t much. The door opened with a creak—he had never gotten around to having it fixed, after all—and uneven footsteps shuffled in, followed by a sigh as his visitor settled next to him on the floor.

“You have a chair, you know.”

“I know,” he whispered.

“Not all of us have young knees. Doesn’t your ass hurt?”

Remus nodded.

Moody huffed through his nose and hoisted him up by the arm. “Well Christ, kid, up you come. You’re awfully dense for a beanpole. What, you got concrete for bones or something?”

“No,” Remus mumbled as he followed Moody across the hall and allowed himself to be plonked down in the soft chair by the door. It was his favorite of both their offices; as far as he knew, Moody never let anyone else sit there. His chest seized as a sob tried to fight its way out. “I’m sorry.”

Moody shot him a look at he got comfortable in the adjacent seat. “For what?”

“I dunno.”

“I don’t like useless apologies, Lupin.”

Remus sniffled. “I should’ve told you.”

“Says who?” Moody snorted. “Your business is your business. You’re a bright young man, none of this is your f—oh. Okay, Lupin, easy does it.”

“I’m sorry,” Remus blubbered as the tears finally started to fall. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t like crying, but I’m kind of a wreck right now.”

Moody made a few soft shushing noises, inching closer until he could wrap an arm around Remus’ shoulders and pat his arm like he was trying to soothe a frightened dog. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

The sobs were near-silent; Remus never cried loudly if he could help it, and he already felt bad enough for dripping his perpetual raincloud all over Moody’s office. He caught his breath after a few hitching inhales and scrubbed at his face with his sleeve. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Remus pulled his knees up again and hugged them tight to his chest. “I haven’t called my parents yet.”

“Did they know?”

His heart gave another painful yank. “Nobody knew. Nobody. And—and now it’s everywhere and people won’t leave me alone and I’m gonna get fired—”

“Woah, deep breaths,” Moody interrupted gently, giving him a little shake. “You’re not getting fired.”

“Yes, I am.” Everything felt gross and cold and sad.

“Who told you that?”

“Coach said it might happen ‘cause I’m a doctor.”

Moody scanned his face for a moment, then reached over and grabbed a box of tissues off his desk. “First of all, take some of these. You look like a mud puddle, Lupin. It’s very unsettling. Second, this is a complicated situation and I wouldn’t be too quick to make assumptions. And third, I’ll go to bat for you.”

He paused midway through blowing his nose. “What?”

“You’re a good man. An excellent PT. The best colleague I’ve ever had, actually. You know your shit and if they try to fire you over this, I’m not going to make it easy for them.”

More tears threatened to fall over the edge of his itchy eyes. “You’d do that for me?”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Moody grumbled.

“He hasn’t called.”

“Who?”

“Sirius.” Remus swallowed hard and, before he could second guess himself, leaned his head on Moody’s solid shoulder. “I’ve called him 23 times and he hasn’t answered a single one. He just…left. Didn’t even look at me.”

“He’s making a mistake.”

“I ruined his life.”

“Hey.” Moody’s tone turned stern. “You don’t get to talk shit about yourself in my office. This is a Lupin Appreciation Zone.”

Remus’ shoulders shook and he closed his eyes; he wished he could just dissolve into the floor and stay there until someone mopped him up. Everything hurt. The world sucked. Moody—

Moody was petting his hair.

The tears stopped abruptly and Remus hiccupped in pure confusion. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m bad at comfort, kid, gimme a break.” The sat in silence for a few seconds as Moody continued to pat his head and muss his hair, which was in dire need of a cut but just long enough to cover his eyes when it was pushed forward. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, actually. How did you…?”

Something akin to embarrassment tinted Moody’s cheeks and he cleared his throat. “My cat hates thunderstorms.”

“Oh. Cool. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Thanks,” Remus said again, much quieter. Moody’s office always felt safe; all the clutter was in its proper place, clean and homey. The touch of familiarity was more of a comfort than he cared to admit. He sat up straight and wiped his face clean, then leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “If I do get fired—”

“You won’t.”

“If I do, I wanted to say thank you for changing my life.” The words hung in the air. “You—without you, I would never have felt at home here. You were the best mentor I could ever ask for and I’m never going to forget that. You did more than just teaching me routines. Thank you.”

Moody cleared his throat again. “Tissues.”

Remus silently passed the box.

“If anyone gives you shit for being gay, you call me and I’ll take care of it,” Moody said once the tissue had disappeared into the depths of his pocket.

Remis blinked at him. “Are you offering to hurt someone for me?”

“I’ll deny it in court.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he laughed. “Fuckin’ hell, this is a mess. I’m a mess.”

“You just got outed and your boyfriend ditched you in an airport,” Moody said bluntly, fixing Remus with a look. “You’re allowed to be a mess. Now go talk to Lily. Call your mom. Do whatever you do that makes you so sunshiney, and then we’re gonna unpack all your shit and put it back where it belongs.”

Remus swallowed hard. Fuck it. Fuck the NHL, fuck the homophobes, and fuck being sad.

Moody narrowed his eyes. “You want to use the kicking bag, don’t you?”

“I really, really do.”

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“Stupid—fucking—son of a bitch!” Remus gritted out as the beat-up and half-folded gym mat squeaked under his assault. It was two inches of plastic and therapy—he was 90% sure Moody had stolen it from a middle school gym, and it had rapidly become the team’s favorite way of winding down after a frustrating day.

“Harder!” Moody barked behind him.

Remus wound up and slammed his foot into it again. “I worked too damn hard to be kicked out for this bullshit!”

“Damn right you did!”

The kicking bag creased in the center. “And I’ve got too much student debt to walk out of here like—like a coward!”

“Yes, you do!”

His grief had burnt off at least five minutes prior. Remus was well and truly pissed now. “And it’s nobody’s goddamn business who I kiss!”

“That’s the spirit!” Moody cheered.

“And maybe his face is stupidly pretty!” Remus threw his shoulder against the mat before he resumed kicking it. “And, yeah, he has really nice shoulders and a great ass—”

“Lupin—”

“But fuck him for leaving me in an airport! What kind of douchebag does that to a guy? I’m hot and smart and nice and I can date whoever the hell I want if he doesn’t appreciate that!”

“That’s certainly one approach!”

Remus stopped with a harsh exhale and dropped one last halfhearted kick to the base. “I don’t want anyone else, though. And I miss his stupid pretty face.”

A hand, heavy but gentle, squeezed his shoulder. “Then go get him.”

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deadprocess · 3 years

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for the smut with the trickster: he once said "that sound you make when you bleed... Do it again" or something like that and idk but I think that's so hot so maybe something with knife play if you're comfortable with it?

// You got it!

T.W: Description of violence, cursing, dubious consent, violence towards reader, blood//

MAKE YOU BLEED (The Trickster x Ambiguous Reader) NSFW

Goosebumps raised on Ji-Woon's skin as he lazily strolled towards your crumpled form. You were only able to withstand the flurry of his blades for so long before pain overrode adrenaline and you collapsed, gasping for the air that you lacked during the chase. A soft groan came from deep within the ex-kpop idol's throat as you whimpered, feebly crawling on your belly with determination that tantalized his ever growing interest.

"It's a shame," a heavy red boot planted itself on your lower back as the killer mused to himself out loud, "If I had met you before this, you would have helped me create the most splendid album."

Ji-Woon leaned his weight forward on his knee, his right forearm coming to rest itself on top of it while he held his cheek in his left hand, watching in disturbed amusement as you tried to twist your body around in order to get his foot off. He caught your eyes shooting daggers at him when you turned your head.

"You look mad, Jagiya ("honey"). Does that not please you?" His eyes narrowed to slits as he swiftly repositioned, knocking the wind out of you by delivering a harsh kick to your side, "You should be honored! Some didn't even make it to a single track. You must not understand the graciousness of my words. I would have made an album from you."

You wheezed as he rambled. To say you couldn't have given less of a shit about his would be album would be an understatement. What mattered was here and now and the massive ache in your side.

"Go to hell."

"Jamsiman? (Excuse me?)"

"Go. To. Hell." The hand that wrapped around your throat came with such a force you didn't even process that he moved. His yellow irises profound against the black sclera, burning with fury at your blunt rejection.

"What a shame," he repeated, "that I can't compose a masterpiece, but I will admit. Having your screams all to myself is much more of an attractive idea."

The sharp tip of a dagger came into your line of sight as the weapon prodded your temple, biting into your flesh with little resistance.

"That man that wears another's face...I wonder what sounds he creates by skinning them," your eyes bugged at the thought of the excruciating torture before the killer chuckled, "kidding. Your face is too pretty to peel off."

The dagger disappeared from your temple to dip below your chin and down the side of your throat, catching skin as you involuntarily swallowed. The flat of the blade was cool, raising flesh as it dragged against it. Ji-Woon shift to place his body closer to yours releasing a soft groan as your hips met for a moment, the hand that firmly held your neck squeezing tighter. You realized in abject horror that he was aroused by this spectacle.

Without warning the blade in his free hand pierced your upper bicep, gouging into it to create a moderately deep laceration. As blood blossomed on the ground beneath you and you wailed out at the sudden pain, the killer shook with ecstasy.

"The sound you make when you bleed...Do it again."

Your breath hiccupped as the blade prodded at your belly. Was he going to eviscerate you?

"To much clothing, Jagiya." the blade pulled the material of your shirt up before beginning to tear it, "It's hiding all that I want."

You laid there in shock as Ji-Woon tore at your shirt, exposing your chest in its entirety. Your only movement was a sudden jerk as his ice cold hand gripped chest with a playful squeeze, admiring how a small blood droplet trailed down it's curvature. The small noise that caught in your throat peaked his interest.

"The melodies of pain are truly something to behold, ya know," fingers grazed your hardening nipple before giving it a tug, "however...I'm feeling experimental today."

The cool dagger trailed from the soft flesh of your belly, leaving a thin trail of crimson before dipping into the waistband of your pants. Alarm bells rang in your head as a deep instinct told you to keep sharp objects away from that area and you almost bucked your hips in defense before Ji-Woon stopped you.

"Ah, ah. Be careful. Wouldn't want to cut anything important now would we?" his grin quickened your pulse, smooth metal flattened against your underwear clad sex. The pressure made your mouth drop open. Its been so long since someone gave you this attention. It was disgusting to let yourself feel this good but your time in this hell dulled morality.

"Please..." you didn't know what you were begging for but it didn't matter. Ji-Woon made that choice for you by unclasping your pants and forcefully shoving the piece of clothing further down your hips and thighs, grinding his own arousal down against you and eliciting a choked moan from the teasing stimuli.

Your legs shook as metal was replaced with skilled fingers that dipped below your underwear and worked your sex in a sinfully perfect way. You were going to burst with just these small ministration, proving the starvation of touch. The killer moved his hand into a fast but steady rhythm, lips kissing and sucking on whatever exposed flesh was in front of them; aiming to make you crumble before him, make you compliant with his twisted affection.

The melodies that exuded from your mouth. He wanted more. More. More.

The hand that was so deliciously close to making you cum disappeared. You almost had time to whine. Almost.

Your world turned as you were flipped onto your stomach, one hand pressing the back of your head into the ground and the other yanking your hips high into the air. The burn came next as Ji-Woon slide his cock into your entrance, girth stretching you in a way that you couldn't describe.

Your confused wail contained a mixture pain, fear, lust and pleasure. It was absolutely beautiful.

"More." his hips snapped forward, pressing his hips fully to your ass before starting a brutal pace. You milked him just right. So tight, so fucking warm, " Scream for me more, amkae (Slut)."

Your cute huffs filled the air as the killer used you for his own pleasure, gripping your hips to slam you back on his cock. He could have stayed in this moment forever, if not for an over head rumble.The entity was growing bored of the show.

With gritted teeth Ji-Woon hooked his arm around your throat bringing you body upwards to his chest, skewering you deeper on his cock. Your eyes rolling back from the rush of pleasure as your body seized, cumming hard. The tightness pushed the trickster over the edge within the next few sloppy thrusts, spilling into you and down your legs.

Your body shook as you were unceremoniously dropped, falling onto your chest with your hips in your air. Watching with amusement as cum seeped from your abused hole and your eyes fluttered.

"Drowsy?" you barely could focus on him as your mind hazed in and out of consciousness, his sharp features coming into your view as he pressed a cheeky smooch to your cheek, "Don't worry, next time will be longer. I'll bring my recorder and we'll make you a star."

That Cheshire grin was the last thing you saw before you fell into the darkness

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