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torasplanet · 2 months

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❝𝙑𝙊𝙔𝙀𝙐𝙍.ᐟ❞

HUSBAND!A. ARLERT + F. READER + E. YEAGER, F, FORSTER & L. ACKERMAN

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; armin had no idea his wife was such a…whore but he’s just as bad because he likes to watch it.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; smut like fr fr, degradation, cuckholding, cheating, foursome…?, masterbating, voyerism, everyone is just horrible if we’re being fr

You were the perfect little wife for Armin. Always at home cleaning, cooking and doing your best to satisfy him once he got home from a long day of fighting titans. He loved the sight of you asleep on the couch after staying up late waiting for him. He loved the food you set aside for him because he was running late. He loved the talks of having a small family with you.

Armin loved you and he loved all that you do for him and he thought he knew you best in the world. He thought he knew your every move, your every thought and what you did when he wasn’t home. Well he had an idea of what you did and the answer certainly was not anything he had been expecting.

See, one night, Armin had come home pretty late. Later than usual he was the last one to get off shift and he expected you to be fast asleep in your shared bed so of course he was being quiet when entering the house. He toed his shoes off by the door and tip-toes through the house to the bedroom to find the door creaked open just a tad bit. Upon peering through this crack, he was faced with a sight that nothing could’ve prepared him for.

His best friend, Eren, in bed with you, his lovely housewife. The two of you were facing the door, your face was shoved into the mattress and eren, I guess he was too focused on your body to even look at the door. Any normal person seeing this would’ve walked in and stopped it or left but no, Armin stayed and stared at the scene with furrowed brows.

“Aw look at you, falling apart under me when you’re supposed to be waiting for Armin to come home.” Eren muttered into your ear as he forced your head down into the mattress. You didn’t say anything and just groaned loudly into the messy sheets as you continued to push your nails into the mattress to stop you from falling off the edge.

Eren’s hand held onto your hip tightly, digging his short nails into your flesh while carelessly thrusting in and out of your warmth. “Seems like someone’s not doing his job correctly huh?” The male above you laughed but you let out a whine and lifted your face from the bed.

Armin could finally see how ruined your face was. Your eyes were red and leaking tears that seemed never ending but it didn’t seem like you were in pain, you looked like you were enjoying it. Every single part of it. “Don’t say that…” You babbled trying to turn your head and look at Eren but you didn’t have enough strength to.

Armin felt his pants getting tighter at the scene and didn’t know what to do. He kept looking at the scene as if he couldn’t look away, his bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he watched you try and form words. “What? Don’t want me to talk about my friend while I’m fucking you?” Eren asked with a grin and sobs escaped your mouth while you put your face back in the bed.

Small moans came from Armin's mouth as he couldn’t resist himself and began to palm himself through his pants. “…I really love Armin. I do.” You sobbed and Eren laughed at you again. Grabbing you by your hair, he pulled you up to his chest. “If you did then maybe it’d be him instead of me.” The dark-haired man whispered to you as you mewled loudly.

Eren didn’t say anything as you continued to sob while the tip of Eren’s cock hit your cervix over and over as he bullied his way into your soaking cunt. His hand that was in your hair traveled to your neck and held you close to him as he continued to fuck you while you did nothing but moan. “Feels good…” The moans slipped past your wet lips like nothing and they held nothing.

There was nothing in that head other than the dick you were getting and you didn’t care what you said. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you breathed heavily feeling your stomach tighten. Pleasure rushed over you faster than you could ever predict and you came hard. All over eren.

He pushed you back down on the bed as long and heavy breaths left his chest but he wasn’t done. “Should I come inside huh?” Eren asked as you tried to catch your breath. “Yeah…please. I want it.” This time your moans were pleads, desperate attempts at trying to convince Eren to give you what you want. It made Armin get closer to his release just hearing it and watching it.

“Fuck…” Eren groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he came close to the edge but he had other plans for you. “Sorry. Whores don’t get what they want.” He said harshly as he pulled out and came on your back making your body jolt at the unexpected feeling. Whines continued to leave your mouth as you complained about being empty but Eren didn’t seem to care and neither did Armin. He cared very little about what you were saying and instead what you looked like.

He couldn’t believe it but Armin liked what he was seeing. He should’ve been mad, he should’ve been yelling at the both of you but he didn’t just moan quietly as he came in his pants. Armin never thought he’d be a voyeur to his wife and his childhood friend but he didn’t mind being one.

He never brought it up to you after. You had no clue that he even knew and life was just the same as always but Armin wanted more. He wanted to look at more and he wanted to see more so of course the logical thing to do was to tell you that he had to leave for work earlier but just stay home the entire time.

Armin would wake you up at the crack of dawn and tell you he was leaving and then hide out in the bathroom until Eren came over and once he left and you were distracted, then armin would leave for work. It was surprising that you never suspected anything or found out but that just meant he could carry on with doing it.

There was a day he was doing it and he was hiding out in the bathroom waiting for you and eren to walk into the bedroom but it never came. Armin got confused and crept out of the bathroom and into the hallway hopefully so no one could see him and there you were.

On the couch but your usual partner wasn’t there and instead, there was Floch. He was between your legs which were being held open by being placed on his shoulders and of course, you were blinded by pleasure. Eyes glued shut and your mouth wide open with drool leaking from the side of your mouth and those promiscuous sounds coming with it.

Armin’s blue eyes were awfully wide at the scene, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Just how many of his friends were you fucking? Armin felt like he should say something now, that he should do something but he didn’t and he remained in his hidden and crouched position to watch. He watched this for nearly an hour and had cummed in his pants multiple times.

Your hands were entangled in Floch’s head of brown hair which was being squished by your thighs. “Uhn…c’mon just let me…” You pleaded looking down at him with watery eyes. He’s been eating you out for probably an hour by now and all you’ve been doing is begging to ride him. You just couldn’t take anymore of his torture to your clit.

Floch’s head rose from your crotch as you pulled on his hair “Is that what you want? I remember you calling me and saying that this is what you wanted.” He asked with a low tone as his hands came to your inner thigh to spread your legs further. Armin was mentally begging Floch to move out the way so he could see it, so he could see how wet you were from being eaten out for so long. “Well I really want to ride you now.” You said, batting your wet eyelashes at him.

Floch didn’t say anything and just smiled at you “Gotta give her what she wants right?” Said Floch before delivering one last long lick to your soaking and irritated cunt making a shiver run up your spine. He leaned back against the rest of the couch finally giving Armin the scene he wanted to look at so badly. Your poor pussy was soaking and throbbing, probably just wanting something inside.

Jerking off to the sight of you, deep down Armin felt bad. He should’ve confronted you, maybe he should’ve been hurt by your cheating but he couldn’t feel anything more than pleasure and his jeans rubbing against his clothed cock when he looked at this.

Floch pulled his boxers down and waited for you to do what you wanted. Positioning yourself above him, you made eye contact with Floch before you began to lower yourself on his cock. The wet sounds of him stretching you out were the only noises in the room as you tried your hardest not to let out the loud moans you were holding inside.

“Stop trying to act like you’re not a whore. Fucking moan.” Floch said, grabbing hold of your jaw and pulling you close to his face. You fully sunk into his cock and let out a small noise at the feeling of him rubbing against your fleshy walls. Floch narrowed his eyes at you before meeting you with a nasty open-mouthed kiss.

Grinding your hips felt so good that you couldn’t stay silent anymore “Fuck…feels good.” You moaned, breaking the kiss and sitting up straight. Floch just watched below you as you began to bounce on his cock with those stupid loud ass moans slipping from your lips that never seemed to close. Your tits bounced in front of his face and he reached up and grabbed one making your back arch and your whimpers louder.

Armin’s eyes were locked on your tits as well, he wished you knew he was here because then he could moan as much as he wanted. A hand clamped over his mouth as an attempt to silence himself “Oh my fucking god…” The blonde moaned to himself as he felt himself cumming all over again. His cum from his previous orgasms were still all over his hand and he didn’t care, he wanted more. He couldn’t just sit there with a hard on all over again while you bounced up and down chasing your own orgasm.

Your palms slapped down on Floch’s chest trying to steady yourself as you felt yourself cumming. It was too easy for you to get to that point after about an hour of being tortured with oral and it wasn’t hard for Floch either. He was surprised he didn’t cum in his pants during that entire time he was giving you head. “Fuck keep going.” The brunette said, giving you a harsh slap to your ass as you started to slow down as you were just on the edge.

“‘M sorry just lemme cum…” You mewled not caring about anything but cumming. Floch smiled and chuckled at your words “Eren’s so mean to you isn't he? Never giving you what you want.” He said to you but it seemed like you weren’t listening, you just wanted to cum so badly.

Floch was much nicer than Eren was…maybe it was because he wanted you so bad long before you even noticed him. Or maybe Eren was just incredibly mean as he thought he was superior to the other guys you fucked. I mean he’s your husband’s best friend…he should get special treatment.

Once Floch came and his cum flooded your cunt, you immediately came with a yelp “Fuck, oh my—!” You yelled digging your nails into his chest as you squirted all over Floch’s pelvis.

Armin squeezed his eyes shut as he came all on his hand once again staining his pants with his cum along with it. He breathed heavily while trying to catch his breath then he realized where he was and rushed back to the bedroom and pushed his back against the door after silently closing it. His gaze transferred to his lap and saw how much of a mess he made all over himself.

He’d have to clean that up before he went to work. Armin wonders if you’d notice an extra pie of pants that just happened to be cum-stained in the dirty clothes basket…

The next time something happens, Armin truly doesn’t know what to expect or whom to expect but it didn’t stop him because just like before, he waited. Yet no one came into the bedroom and he wasn’t worried or anything, he knew the destination of your unloyal acts must be the couch again. So just like with Floch, he crept out carefully and looked toward the living room and wouldn’t you have it? There you were.

However…you weren’t with Eren nor were you with Floch, you were with Levi. His boss. Now this surprised Armin. Out of everyone that knew about you and knew you, Levi seemed to be the one that did not like you. Levi always complained when you used to come to the corps to give Armin things that he had forgotten to grab in the morning.

He truly seemed to dislike you and had written you off as a distraction for Armin. Well, maybe not. At least now Armin knows the real reason why you acted so…nervous when Levi was brought up in his usual recaps of work. He always thought it was just because Levi didn’t hide his feelings of disliking you but again, he was wrong.

Levi was sitting on the couch while you sat on your knees on the floor between his spread legs and similar to the other two times Armin had seen you, your eyes were moist with tears that you were unable to hold back from falling on your cheeks. “What? You can’t do it anymore?” Levi asked, holding a leash tight that was connected to that choker around your neck.

“No, I can…but—“ “But what?” Levi asked, interrupting you and making you lower your head, refusing to make eye contact with him. You didn’t say anything, not a word and reached your hand up to grab at his bare leg once more before lowering your mouth on his cock.

Each time Armin comes across these scenes, he never knows what to do or what to think. He doesn’t know if he should be mad but then again if he was mad…who would he be mad at? You? His friends and co-workers? Maybe even himself for just watching and not lifting even a finger to do anything more than be a filthy animal and stroke his cock at the sight.

A thought about you being unfaithful never even crossed his mind before, especially not in a case with multiple people. But even if it did, he’d never thought he’d like it. “I’m supposed to be at work but I came here. Because some brat needed me.” Levi insulted you despite enjoying the action himself. He loved feeling your throat closing around his cock just as much as you loved choking around it.

He was just as into it as you were. Drool dripped from the corners of your mouth and down the length of Levi that couldn’t fit into your mouth. Your watery eyes continued to make eye contact with the older man, batting your eyelashes at him hoping he’ll give you what you want after you satisfy him. When it came to Levi, you always had to earn it.

He groaned from above you even letting out small moans. You took your mouth off of him and Armin silently groaned, throwing his head back at the sight of your mouth hanging open. Your hand wrapped around Levi and you began to jerk him off rapidly to get him closer to his breaking point. Levi didn’t say anything, not a word and only groaned and breathed through his mouth heavily.

“If I let you cum, will you let me?” You asked quietly as you squeezed your legs together wanting nothing more than the feeling between them to come undone and be relieved. “Suddenly you make the decisions?” Levi asked, looking down at you as his head was thrown back over the edge of the couch. With a shrug of your shoulders, you blinked away your gaze from Levi. “I don’t. I’m asking.” You muttered slowing the pace of your hand down which obviously did not sit well with Levi.

His grasp on the leash tightened and he nearly choked you with how he pulled it. Not to bring you any closer, but to tell you to shut up. The Ackerman was quick to shove your head back on his cock and you were quick to begin sucking once more like a trained dog.

Armin couldn’t stop watching how Levi put you in your place so quickly. It reminded him of Floch and Eren. They all seemed to talk to you awful with no regards for your feelings whatsoever, is that what you like? Is that what Armin should do to you? Now he wants to more than ever. He loves you to bits but right now all he wants to do is cum on your body and refuse to give you what you want. Maybe if you ask nicely he will.

Levi bucked his hips up as his orgasm came and his cum deeper into your mouth in thick ropes. You pulled your mouth off of him and swallowed all of it but you barely had a second to open your mouth and show him that you had because he pulled the leash once more and kissed you roughly. His chapped lips meet your moist and plump ones as you sit there waiting for yours.

Armin still didn’t get why he seemed to enjoy this so much but at this point, he didn’t care anymore. He carried on his life as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t been a bystander in his own wife’s pleasure because he didn’t care. He came home, kissed you, ate dinner just like normal and never said a word and neither did you. You didn’t suspect a single thing about the blonde.

Your precious Armin who you claimed to love so dearly. You couldn’t imagine that he would ever come across something like that and not say a word. You were so in the dark about what was going on that Armin could smile about it. It turned him on more because you had no idea.

But there was something that had bothered Armin quite a bit. After seeing Levi and you together in the living room, he hadn’t come across you and anyone else at all. You were by yourself at home since then minding your little business. He didn’t know why but he was a bit confused although he went back to his normal routine before all of this.

His feelings of concern were soon put aside when close to the end of his shift, he was informed that Eren had left. Armin assumed that Eren had come over to your place for you but he questioned why he’d choose right now out of everything? Armin could easily walk in on the two of you…oh whatever, it’s not like Armin wouldn’t enjoy it.

When he got home, he made sure to be quiet when taking off his shoes and putting everything by the door. There was not a sign of anyone in the living room or kitchen and there were sounds coming from the bedroom and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on but…when Armin went to the door and peeked through the door that he had opened a bit, he was shocked.

Eren was there but it wasn’t just him. Floch was there and so was Levi. They were all there on the bed using you to their pleasure and you had been blindfolded. Armin had no idea the other two even left work but he wasn’t complaining. The sight was one that immediately put a tent in his pants.

You were facing Eren who was at the head of the bed, his hand on the back of your head forcing his cock further down the wet cave that was your throat making it so sore. Levi was fucking you from behind with his hands gripping your hips tight. He was the only thing keeping you from falling flat on the bed and Floch, he was at your side just touching all over you as you jerked him off. It seemed like he couldn’t wait for his turn with you.

You were so whorish…dressed in the lingerie that Armin had bought you. That’s if you can even say that because the only part you had on was the panties that seemed to be pulled to the side. A blindfold covered your eyes completely leaving your only senses to be touch and sound and you were making a lot of sounds.

The hand that wasn’t trying to pleasure Floch was gripping Eren’s tan thigh digging crescent shaped indents in his leg. Armin squeezed his eyes at that, you did that to him too. He liked when he would get ready for work and see the marks you left on his lightly freckled thigh. Fuck, he wanted to be involved so bad. He needed to.

“Mhfm!” Your shouts were muffled as you clawed at Eren’s leg while his bush of untamed pubes pressed against your nose. He looked down at you almost annoyed that you had to breathe and took your mouth off his cock. A string of saliva connected your bottom lip to his length as you breathed heavily. However your peace was short-lived as you were flung forward into Eren by one of Levi’s particularly strong thrusts.

Yeager's hand found its way to your neck and pulled you away from his body “Can’t do anything right can you? Only chasing another orgasm.” Eren said looking past your teary face and how despite being insulted, you were throwing your ass back on Levi’s pelvis matching his strokes. “Yeah stop being so lazy.” Floch muttered with an evil grin on his face matching eren’s as he placed his hand on top of yours to speed up your pace.

“How are you a whore and lazy? Just don’t mix.” Eren said, watching as you began to kiss down his length with a frown. “M’ not.” You muttered sadly and a yelp came from your throat when Levi’s hand came down fast and hard on the side of your thigh. “You’re here with us when you’re supposed to be waiting for your stupid husband. You are a whore.” Levi muttered to you as you felt tears burning in the back of your eyes again.

Taking your mouth away from Eren, your frown deepened “Don’t call him that…” You said but no more words came out of your mouth as Floch grabbed your hair and shoved your mouth down on his cock replacing your hand. “What? Don’t tell me you love him?” The brunette said looking down at you as you choked around him. You nodded to the best of your ability and Armin saw that.

He knows he shouldn’t believe what you’re saying because if you loved him then you wouldn’t be doing something like this. You wouldn’t be cheating but he wouldn’t be enjoying it either if he was a good husband. Armin couldn’t help but feel amazing at you defending him.

He forgot where he was for a moment and mined softly while jerking himself off. He leaned his head forward to rest against the wall but he missed and leaned against the door, opening it further and revealing himself with a creak. All eyes except for yours snapped to him and he felt it and his blue eyes opened.

The blonde burned with embarrassment, he didn’t know what to do and stayed silent. “Look babe, it’s Armin.” Floch said, patting your cheek lightly as you seemed to panic at the silence wondering what had happened. Not like you could say anything with your mouth stuffed.

“You’re enjoying this huh?” Eren asked, looking at his friend and his eyes drifting down slightly to Armin’s cock still up in his hand. “Why don’t you keep watching? We’re having too much fun to stop.” Eren said, tilting his head over to the armchair that was in the corner of the room closest to the bed. Armin didn’t say anything and sat in the chair silently as if it was any regular day and the other men treated it as such.

Floch threw his head back with a moan as he came down your throat finally allowing you to take your mouth off him. You swallowed his cum and laid your head on Eren’s lap with your head turned to Armin whether you knew it or not. You just felt his presence there. Armin breathed heavily as he jerked himself off rapidly looking at you and watching how your body moved forward with every thrust Levi gave you.

“Tch. She’s a slut, acts like she doesn’t get shit.” Levi said making eye contact with the blue-eyed man who seemed like he was on the edge. Bucking his hips in the air as he moaned gently but he didn’t say anything and just looked back at you. “I really do—fuck—love you Armin.” You said between your promiscuous noises while arching your back feeling yourself cumming all over Levi’s length.

Armin moaned loudly, his back arching like yours, as he came onto your face. Some landing on your tongue from your open mouth spilling stupid mewls of wanting more. “I love you too baby.” He said with low eyes. Fuck he enjoyed this too damn much, he wanted it to happen again.

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furuyalover · 1 month

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taking care of him at a party

— ft. atsumu miya

AN: just a lil sum while i work my music event drabbles 🤍 also this was soo fun to write so pls request any other characters i should do this for !

your roommate was throwing a party in your shared house, and it was fun at first. however your social battery was running kind of low, and you felt like taking a break anyways. “hey im a little beat, but if you need anything i’ll be in my room” you tell your friend and then you make your way to your room.

you lie down on your bed, and decide to maybe take a small nap to help you feel better. but not even 15 minutes into your nap you hear a soft knock on your door. “come in” you groan, as you readjust yourself so that you can sit up and see whoever’s at your door, expecting your roommate needing assistance with something for the party. but to your surprise, your greeting by three familiar faces, one being a very drunk atsumu miya.

being practically held him by his twin brother and good friend suna, the former embarrassingly says “y/n im so sorry for barging in, but is it ok if we let atsumu take a break here? every other room was occupied and your roommate told us to try here” atsumu was smashed, you could tell that he was shitfaced and it was more like osamu & suna who needed the break.

“what? ok sure yeah whatever. just lay him down over there i guess.” too tired to really even refute their request, you instruct the two to carry their drunken friend on the side of your bed opposite of you. this is where you decide it’s probably time for you to turn in for the night.

you leave atsumu to rest on your bed, and head into your bathroom to change, shower, and what not to get ready for bed. by the time you’re done you chuckle to yourself when you see atsumu is still knocked out on your bed. admittedly, you found it kind of cute to see him like this. peacefully asleep, in his natural state, a change of pace from his usual loud and brash personality, it didn’t help that he was in your bed as well. after placing a glass of water and some tylenol and advil on the nightstand next to him, you sit on your side of your bed and start mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

you text your roommate, updating them on the wild situation you found yourself in. “y/n are u fr rn? this is like the perfect chance for u to confess to him hello??” a smile forms on your face after reading that text, “bro what hell no. that’s so awkward 😭” “ur trippin, worst case scenario u can tell him u we’re js drunk” rolling your eyes at that suggestion, you exit your texts and go back to your scrolling.

a few minutes go by and you feel atsumu shifting in your bed, followed by a slight groan. “oh god where am i” he groans as he rolls over, rubbing his eyes, to face this mysterious figure sat beside him.

“well you’re not downstairs getting shitfaced that’s for sure” you snark with a small chuckle, slightly admiring how cute he looks with his messy hair and flushed face. “oh shit! y/n! is this your room? oh my god did we..?” amused by his slight panic you reassured him that nothing happened, “no no don’t worry, you were absolutely plastered so suna and your brother dropped you off here so you could rest. there’s some tylenol next to you, you should really take some”

she’s such an angel wow, he thought to himself as he took the pain relievers you so kindly prepared for him. “god those assholes, sorry you had to deal with that” he quietly, almost embarrassingly apologizes. giggling at his annoyance you assure him it’s fine and that it’s not a big deal. but then the gears start turning in your head a bit, as you start to develop a lil plan to semi-confess to him.

“the party isn’t probably gonna end for another few hours, so if you want you can just crash here if you want. i can just sleep on the couch or something” almost immediately, a grin plasters on atsumus face, and his usually cocky self is back just like that. “i mean that’s rather rude ya know? i wouldn’t want such an angel who had to take care of a drunken asshole to sleep on the couch. you should probably just sleep in your own bed” he grins as he runs his hands through his messy blonde hair, this bitch knows exactly what he’s doing, you think to yourself.

despite a very obvious blush creeping up on your face you respond, “yeah well i’d feel bad if you had to stay on the couch” scoffing, faking offense to your comment “who said anything about me on the couch? plus i heard cuddling is good for hangovers.” OH HOW I HATE HIM. rolling your eyes you playfully act annoyed, but you couldn’t be any happier

“hm well i always wanted to cuddle with that dumbass from the volleyball team who i have a crush on” you retort with a light laugh. now it’s his turn to blush, already flushed from the alcohol he is now redder than before. “when exactly were you planning on tellling this handsome and talented dumbass?” despite the confident demeanor he was definitely screaming on the inside.

“i figured now would be a good time, but who said anything about handsome and talented.” you reply as you side eye him, but he just can’t help but smile right at you. “so we’re definitely cuddling right?” he asks with a heartful, genuine smile. not being able to deny this lover boy’s smile or even him in general, i mean you’ve liked him for months now, you roll your eyes and respond “ok fine i guess whatever, but find some clothes to change into and take a shower” you laugh as you playfully hit him on his shoulder.

“on it.” he gets up heading downstairs to see if any of his friends have extra clothes they can get him, and to of course tell them about his crush on you. “shit finally, it’s about time you told her you liked her, osamu you owe me $10 and some food” “ok fine suna whatever, but you owe me $5 since he did it while he was drunk.” yes these mfs placed bets on you guys confessing to each other.

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cerysjonesdarling · 1 year

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can you tell me what’s wrong?

Mike Wheeler x fem!reader smut

Warnings: Talks about painful sex, insecurity, reader is sad/frustrated at the start.

MINORS DNI

Smut warnings: Painful sex, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, daddy kink, mommy kink, cockwarming, light somno, creampie, wet and messy, vague nod to virginity kink? Dirty talk, soft dom Mike, light humiliation.

Description: Mike’s girlfriend is struggling with sex being painful and is very insecure about it, spiralling internally because she really struggles to voice her feelings. Mike Wheeler just wants to take care of people.

**MIKE IS 20 HERE**

This is some self-serving bullshit fr

She had been so fucking difficult for him all day. She was clearly in a mood of some sort, and he couldn’t quite tell what it was about, and it was starting to really upset him. She always had roller coaster emotions, but it was evidently clear that she couldn’t seem to stay on ‘happy’ or ‘content’ for very long at all, sticking more around the area of looking grumpy, frustrated, or sometimes devastated.

He tried being nice about it, he put every ounce that he had into being patient and gentle and sweet, but his soft words and rubbing her back were met with a faraway and glassy-eyed look, his girl shrinking in on herself and almost holding back tears. And in the end, he’d never been very patient as a person.

That being said, he was enjoying getting to play this side of the board for once. It was in her nature to be nurturing, to look after him, to make him feel safe and happy and warm. Mike rarely ever got to do the same. Mike got called daddy because she liked to say it, and because it’s nice to hear. But he very rarely got to act in such a way that would be considered just purely being a caretaker for her, and he liked it quite a bit.

Well, he liked it when she wasn’t being a fucking brat about it. The tears and the pouting made his heart ache, but they were always quickly preceded or followed by frowning, snapping, fighting. He liked those things when he knew she wasn’t upset, but this time she clearly was. And for some reason, that didn’t stop his body reacting how it usually did when she made some scathing comment towards him.

It didn’t help that in between outwardly sour moods she was actively teasing him. He was trying to keep himself in line based on how her moods were changing, how fucking sad she seemed to be, but he was so fucking horny. His cock was rock hard and leaking in his jeans and she was sucking on his neck while they tried to watch a movie, and he was only a man.

He angled himself towards her a little more, playing with her hair with the arm he had around her while the other teasing at the flesh of her thigh. It seems to spur her on, which spur him on, until both were moaning into the other's mouth, palming each other through their clothes.

“Want you,” he breathed into her mouth, receiving only a whimpered cry in response as she straddled him. She was rocking against him helplessly, tears in her eyes and her face red. He cupped her face, making her look at him properly. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, baby?”

She shook her head petulantly, diving down to kiss him but he dodged. “Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong, princess?”

He only ever used princess genuinely, in a situation so genuinely vulnerable that he could only mean it with his whole heart. It was never meant to be cruel, unlike some of the others, just to let her know he adored her more than anything else in the world, usually when she was having a bad day.

“Don’t….don’t wanna.” She whispered. “Hard to talk about.” And she wasn’t lying either. The words felt stuck in her throat, stuck behind all the intrusive thoughts that were causing her tears, stuck behind fear and insecurity. “I just….can I try to talk about it later? It’s just hard to get to, and I….need this right now.”

And really, that was scary enough for her to do as it was. His chest filled with warmth and pride, smiling up at her and nodding as he pulled her back down to him. “Sweet girl, telling me what she needs. I appreciate your honesty, babygirl, I know it’s hard for you.”

He was at a crossroads here, though. Usually, if she’d acted this way, he’d be taking her down. Verbally, physically, he’d be trying to turn the tide of her behaviour through any punishment or humiliation necessary. But he didn’t think punishment would do any good this time, and he could tell she was humiliated enough as it was, so he had to carefully reconsider how he’d go about it before proceeding.

“You needy, baby?” He asked gently, pushing her shirt up her stomach and over her head, exposing her breasts to the bedroom that had seen them so many times before. He grazed his fingertips over them, carefully brushing over her nipples, trying to ease her into some state of complete submission. “You’ve been a bit bratty all day because you’re desperate for me, is that it?”

He was soft, rather than condescending as he spoke. She needed to be kept humiliated enough to stay at his mercy while not so much that she’d talk back. Plus, she liked it when he degraded her lightly, lovingly. She liked being forced to pout and nod and avoid looking him in the eye, humiliated and aroused and humiliated again.

Her underwear was damp already under his fingertips, and he made a sympathetic sound as he rubbed her over them. “So wet for me already, and I’ve barely touched you, love. It’s ok, you can’t help it. Look at you, all pretty and ruining your panties for me. So good for me, baby. Making me so hard.”

She whimpered again, pushing her hips against his hand and his cock. He moved his hand away, pulling her down to kiss her again, slotting their lips together and dipping his tongue into her pliant mouth, relishing how soft and needy and submissive her mouth was to him. He moved her from his lap and onto her back on the couch, situating himself between her legs and continuing his exploration of her mouth while he ground his hips into hers.

“You want my cock, baby?” He asked, grinding hard and slow against her. She didn’t answer, only grinding back. “Honey….” he pushed, dipping to suck at her breasts. “I would like an answer please.”

She continued her refusal, pouting a little when he drew back to look at her. He sighed, kissing her cheek and her temple and her nose, stopping with his nose pressed to hers and his eyes on hers.

“Wanna be really nice to you, princess, and all I’m asking is for you to tell me you want my cock.” He spoke gently, still slightly sad that she had looked so upset all day. “‘m not going to punish you. You were so brave telling me you need this earlier, but now I’m asking you to tell me what you need before I give it to you.”

She bit into her lower lip, looking somewhat frightened at having to say it out loud. She blinked up at him, trying to find the right words.

“Could you help?” She asked timidly, playing with her fingers and looking far too adorable for someone almost naked and spread out beneath him.

“I’m tryna help, honey, just want you to say-“

“No, I mean…. wanna say it, wanna tell you what I need, but need your help. Please. Just this once.”

This was another big thing for her to admit. It seemed intriguing to say the least that she was more willing to ask for help than to just tell him she wanted him inside her, but that was her contrarian nature. He nodded, pressing another kiss to her lips before snaking his hand down between them.

“So wet, baby, gonna make such a mess on the couch. Love it when you’re messy for me, darlin’,” he smiled to himself, rubbing on her drenched panties before pulling them aside lightly to touch her properly. “Fuck, baby, Jesus Christ,” he moaned, pushing his hips against her thigh as his fingers met her core. “So needy for me, so good, so fucking good.”

She was pushing her hips shakily against him, unsatisfied by how he refused to push into her, refusing to touch her to a rhythm. “Please, Mike.”

“Please what, babygirl?” He asked, eyes lust-blown and smouldering as they searched her face. “Are you ready to ask for what you need?”

She blinked a little, shaking her head. “‘m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry, baby, don’t be sorry…” she whimpered when he removed his hand, sitting up on his knees and pulling her underwear down her thighs. “You’re ok, baby, you’re alright. Promise I’ll take care of you. Gonna get you to say what you need and then ‘m gonna give it to you, ok my good girl?”

Honestly, it was a bit of a blessing to have to tease this out of her. She’d been struggling so much recently with sex, being unable to relax properly and feeling pain when she put anything inside her little hole, so he would relish this chance to get her nice and ready before filling her with his cock. He stroked along her folds, feeling a rush of arousal at how wet she was, before working a finger inside her. She clenched around him, and he heard her gasp lightly.

“Did that hurt?” He whispered, easing himself down beside her. She nodded.

“Yeah…. not a lot, but a little bit. Just at the very start.”

“Ok, baby, I’ll be super careful.” He used his thumb on her clit, working her over gently and paying attention to how she clenched and unclenched on his finger in intervals. He chanced a second finger and was met without resistance or reaction. “Was that ok?”

She nodded, giving a small smile. “Yeah, Mikey, thank you for being gentle with me.”

“That’s alright, princess, anything for you…”

He worked slowly, carefully bringing her to a comfortable place, stretching her out by scissoring with his two fingers before adding a third. She was squirming lightly, wishing for more focused attention, wishing to be allowed to cum. “Please, Mike, want it-“

“What do you want, baby?”

She faltered, looking up at him pleadingly. “More.”

He smiled, adding a fourth finger and pumping into her carefully, allowing her to feel good for a moment. “Gonna give you everything you ask for, beautiful, promise.”

He was putting more care into her than he would if she were a virgin, which she hadn’t even been when they’d met. “Do you ever wish our first times had been together?”

He’d asked quite calmly for someone who had half his hand inside this whimpering mess of a girl who was moaning into his shoulder. “Mhm. Wish you were the first in my body, Mikey.”

He could tell she was close to relenting enough to answer his question as she was calling him Mikey. That was always a funny turn of events.

“I could be, baby. Just gotta tell me what you want. What you need.”

The thought of treating her like a needy little virgin had him throbbing again. He hoped she said it soon so he could play with her how he wanted to.

“Need you, Mikey. Need you inside me….need your cock, daddy.”

He was beyond relieved. He kissed her sweetly, affectionately, before whispering: “Thank you, princess.”

He fucked her as nicely as he could manage, working tirelessly to ensure it didn’t hurt her like it had before. They really did make a mess, his cum leaking out of her and adding to the pool of her arousal on the blanket that covered the couch cushions for this exact reason.

They remained entangled, Mike not even bothering to pull out of her as they settled into a state of dreamy relaxation together. She seemed more present, more stable now, so he chanced asking his initial question once more.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong, honey?” He planted kisses on her face and her jaw and her shoulder, trying to make her feel as safe as possible while she considered what she had to say.

“I’ve been….in my head. About how it hurts to have sex. It’s been making me self-conscious, insecure kind of. Sometimes it spirals and I can’t…I can’t remember that you want me, and I think I’m broken, and that you can’t possibly want me anymore.”

He looked at her, unable to mask his devastation. “No…that’s not…that’s not true, baby, please don’t think that.”

They stayed there, talking about it until they both drifted off to sleep.

***

It can’t have been more than half an hour later when Mike blinked back awake, hot and hard from the dream he’d been having about….well, exactly this, actually. She was still asleep, and his cock was buried deep in her cunt, ready to use her again greedily and fill her up again.

He kissed her lightly, over her eyelids, forehead, cheeks, until she was blinking awake and wiggling beneath him. His breath turned ragged, his eyes fluttering closed and his mouth dropping open as she clenched around him.

“Hi, baby…” she whispered, voice husky with sleep. She lifted her hand to cup his jaw, bringing him down to kiss her again. “Like waking up like this.”

“Me too,” he rasped, kissing her deeper. He rolled his hips into her, groaning quietly. “‘s it hurt?”

She shook her head, pushing into him sleepily. “Feels good. Gonna fuck me again, daddy? Gonna breed me, breed my needy little cunt?”

Yeah, this is a lot like that dream.

His thrusts picked up speed, and she picked up in volume, spitting all sorts of filthy words at him while he got himself off in her again.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna knock you up this time, baby, gonna leave so much of my seed in you that you’ll have no choice but to have my baby. Fu-uck, mommy, so good around me. Can feel you’re close - you getting off on me breeding you? So filthy, baby, wanting to be a mommy for me just because you like my cock so much.”

He could feel her pulsing around him, a tell-tale sign that she was about to cum around him again, and he’d be a goner when she did. She was moaning, still sleepy but so relaxed and content being at his mercy, feeling her orgasm build and not having to do a thing to push for it. It was going to be intense, and she was powerless to stop it.

“Mikey, ‘m gonna cum, gonna make a mess, can’t help it, ‘m sorry-“

“Don’t be sorry, baby, I’m desperate for it. Wanna see my good girl come apart on my cock for me, oh fuck, just like that - let go, honey, that’s it-“

She arched up into him, moaning sinfully as she spilled onto him, coating his cock and their thighs in her, soaking the blanket beneath them. She was still cumming in waves, gripping onto his arm while he fucked her through it, filling her with his release before she’d had the chance to come down.

“Oh my God,” he panted, feeling the rolling ecstasy slowly abate. “Oh my God.”

He pulled out of her carefully, sitting back on his heels and marvelling at the image before him. “Why is it that the hottest visuals always come after it’s over? I don’t wanna wait a few hours to get off over this.”

She giggled dazedly, shifting slightly before he stopped her with a hand on both her knees, holding her thighs apart. “What is it?”

“Can I take a picture of you?” He asked, brain somewhere else entirely. Her eyes widened, and she nodded slowly.

“Don’t want my face in it, please,” she whispered, leaving her legs open while he got his phone. He snapped the photo before reaching a hand down to help her up.

“Messy girl needs to take a shower.” he teased, tickling her sides as he pushed her towards the door, laughing at the face she made.

“Please don’t, there is so much cum in me.” She grimaced as it leaked out of her.

“Good.”

#mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler smut #mike wheeler smutfic #mike wheeler fic #mike wheeler fanfiction

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fatuismooches · 9 months

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Hii Smooches

I've been feeling burnt out a lot lately and thought about comfort from some of harbingers

Like, Dottore's segments all stop their work to comfort you. They bring you food, water and things that they think can make you happier. Original, not knowing about how you're feeling, gets annoyed, but quickly warms up after learning the reason. Also, if your bad mood was caused by someone.. Let's just say you won't be seeing them again

Pantalone's love language is obviously gift giving, so that's what he'd do. But don't think he'll try to just buy your happiness. Pantalone let's you lay on his knees and will listen to whatever you're dealing with right now and you'll chat, while he gently strokes your hair. He has a very calming voice, you might even fall asleep while listening to it. Or he'll order his servants to run a hot bath (I completely support anon who said Pantalone enjoys non-sexual nudity)

Sandrone may look like she doesn't care about anything, aside from her work, but she does. I think she's not very good with emotions or comfort, but Sandrone tries her best to help you and her automatons will gladly help her do that

Ah, Arlecchino, Arlecchino... Her first reaction to you feeling down would asking who was the reason (and if it was indeed a person, then, well, it's pretty much the same as Dottore's). I think she's also not the best at comfort, but also tries her best. Arlie might take you to Heart of Hearth, thinking playing with kids there will help ease your worries or take you to theatre

Ajax cooks your favorite dishes and entertains you with water animals. He seems very touchy-feely, so he won't let you go from his grasp until you feel better

My thoughts are messy and my brain refuses to think properly. No thoughts, only comfort from villains who are soft for one (1) person

-👾

Hi 👾 anon! I'm so sorry you're feeling burnt out, it's really a horrible feeling :( Please make sure to take time to do something fun and comforting and rest too! I hope you feel better soon. And thank you for this comfort... it made me feel better too.

The clones would be telepathically communicating with each other, telling each other what to bring and what to do for you 😭 Do they normally get annoyed by the loud thoughts of others? Yes. But do they care right now? No, because your comfort is their top priority right now. Rarely do the segments see you like this, and they have literally never comforted someone before so... they will be running around themselves trying to figure out what is the best way to comfort you because they have no clue. It's kind of funny because they're dropping stuff in front of you with no explanation in hopes that you'll feel better... Primettore would be annoyed like you said at first, and then he'd ask you why you didn't come to him when you were feeling this way. He would let you sit in his lap as he stroked your hair, allowing you to rant about your problems if you felt comfortable. And yea, if it so happens to be someone... looks like Dottore's next test subject has been found!

Ah Pantalone... he knows gifts and money can make one happy, but you deserve far more than that. You deserve all of him, and all of him he shall give to you, if that makes you happy. Literally everything about him is so comforting... his scent, warmth, touch, voice... you will feel even a bit better by the end of it because of the sheer amount of attention he gives you. Just let him into your worries, he will take his beloved's troubles very seriously. If you don't feel up to taking care of yourself, he will make sure you're well pampered, whether that's taking a bath with you, helping you dress, brushing your hair, and etc.(Pantalone non-sexual nudity REALLLLLL, he's kissing all over your body fr)

Sandrone... this will be a hurdle for her, one she's slowly overcoming though because she really does love you. She's mostly around her robots and Automatons, and they don't really have feelings or emotions... and she herself neglects her emotions so this is new territory for her. She doesn't exactly know how one goes about comforting another, but she bases it on what you do for her. How you try to pull her away from her work when she's clearly tired, how you bring her water and snacks, how you hold her and let her rant about how incompetent her co-workers are... naturally, she doesn't do this as good as you, but she's trying. And her Automatons would definitely carry you two as she takes you for a breath of fresh air.

As you said, Arlie isn't adept with comforting either, her way of helping is more getting to the root of the problem and then solving it for you. Then you won't be as stressed. And she will try her best to help you, and if it's a person... the Knave is the right person! She's not good with words, she's very to the point and won't sugarcoat things, so that's not her expertise... Arlecchino's more action-oriented and will do things for you instead, despite her very busy schedule. (Baby Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet moment) She'll take you to the theater with the best seats and let you hold her hand the whole time :(

If you want physical affection for comfort, Childe's your guy. He will not let you go normally, but when you're like this it just amplifies much more (as long as you're comfortable) Ajax will always have a hand on you - shoulder, chest, thigh, your own hand, etc, as a means of comforting you. That he's here for you, and you're not alone. While he's cooking your comfort foods he will definitely talk the whole time if you don't feel up to it right now... the water fishies get me every time �� he's so flipping cute he won't stop until he gets you to smile

#smooches talks #👾 anon #dottore love notes <3 #pantalone love notes <3 #arlecchino love notes <3 #sandrone love notes <3 #childe love notes <3 #ur thoughts and my thoughts are same fr villains being soft for that *one* person >>> best comfort #something abt them being cold and uncaring but when it comes to you they're trying their best...

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lolexjpg · 1 month

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Please elaborate on ttpd being a sargewood album 👀

hi thank u so much for caring abt the rot in my brain 💖

ok so. mayhaps i am talking out of my ass here, i havent rly fathomed the whole album yet, and there are songs i associate w/ a variety of ships/fic ideas. BUT more songs fic sargewood than any other ship so. allow me to explain.

this is all speculative to taylor swift’s life so its not #confirmed but allegedly this album is abt leaving long term relationship she felt trapped in (joe), and then rebounding in a short term fling (matty). if we look at these songs through the lens of joe=f1 and matty=indycar, therefore kyle, this is how i fathom these songs in a sargewood way.

OBVIOUSLY this does not work for many of the songs, but for the ones it does it is so compelling. also she broke up with matty anyway and he allegedly SUCKS so i’m only rly considering “early relationship” songs here.

Fresh out the slammer is probably the best example: leaving a relationship and immediately knowing where you’re going next. if logan doesn’t have a future in f1, indycar /is/ the place to go, and kyle is his connection. if he gets dropped, you KNOW kyle is one of the first people he’s calling

Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

NEXT SONG lets talk Florida!!! the original song I claimed as sargewood for obvious reasons!! ofc, its great bc Florida is there home state. But if we can go back to joe and matty for one second (i’m sorry)

In So Long, London, London not only represents the place, but also Joe and their relationship. I did not come up with this, but I saw people on tiktok saying that while joe=london, matty=florida. the entire song is abt being trapped monotony of her old life (london/joe) and escaping to the new exciting florida(matty).

this fits logan just as florida proper—he can always go home and relax to take a break from the stress of f1. BUT if u wanna see it in a sargewood way--they can both escape their stressful racing lives, come back to florida, to EACHOTHER. this song makes me insane abt them fr. I also like to hear “fuck me up, florida” as “fuck me in florida” AND YOU CAN TOO

I need to forget, so take me to Florida I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida What a crash, what a rush, fuck me in Florida

LAST SONG i’m using for this thesis, but i’m not ruling out fathoming more as sargewood through the joe=f1 matty=indy/kyle lens. it’s a long ass album, i’m employed, i can only do so much

BUT LETS TALK FORTNIGHT

this fathoming was key to me liking this song. HOWEVER while the last two can be fathomed as sargewood in general, fortnight fits a specific fic idea i have where i need to explain some lore first.

logirlie historians will know how after the 2020 f3 season, logan was in a sort of a limbo career wise before he got the call from williams and we know where it goes from there. in this time he was testing for indy, thinking his european racing career was basically over.

so the fic idea. kyle & logan have always had a bit of a ~non platonic connection~ but neither has acted on it due to the distance etc etc. but in this short period of time (a fortnight, perhaps 👀), when its looking like logan might be heading to indycar, the dam breaks and they have a short fling that is more serious than either will admit after, when it ends when logan goes back to f3.

The ACTUAL fic would be years later, where logan leaves f1 and goes to indycar in 2025(?). years have passed, and they've stayed friends this whole time so it /should/ be fine, but now that the distance is no longer an issue all those old feelings come bubbling right up to the surface. they could, of course, just communicate and get together easy peasy but that wouldn't be a fun fic would it? of COURSE it'd be messy.

I haven't written anything, it's more of just a nebulous concept rn and idk if it'll ever go anywhere but it is ALL i think abt when listening to fortnight. The florida and car reference in the bridge is just the cherry on top

And for a fortnight there, we were forever (Back in 2020/2021, what we had was real)

Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather (We talk sometimes (2021-2024) like it's normal and nothing happened)

Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors (Now (2025) we see each other all the time and pretend it's all platonic)

I love you, it's ruining my life (My career would be so less complicated if you weren't in it)

Move to Florida, buy the car you want But it won't start up 'til you touch, touch, touch me

#i hope this lives up to expectations. i had to so much to say i was worried abt finishing before work 😬#she writes #ask #sargewood #yes this is only 3 songs i oversold myself i KNOW. i already had this much to say abt 3 we should be glad thats it. SO FAR #if any other songs speak 2 me as sargewood i'll let yall know

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taegularities · 2 years

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GOOD MORNING, BEAUTIFUL RID. it’s 07:47 here. thank you for another masterpiece.

Jungkook is one to walk through the world carelessly, a free spirit. Living life as it comes. At least that’s the picture you’ve painted of him in your head. And to know that he, too, feels insecure about his own work sometimes drenches him in something… authentic.

this is like a quote from a poetry book i read 🥺

“I’m not afraid to take you right here.”

sir-

“And both of us slid down the damn ramp like a skateboard.”

JSNDNDNAJFNA PLEASE!!!!!!

Jungkook can’t fight the laugh that his suggestion calls forth, and he covers it with a shirtsleeve covered hand; his eyes little moons.

🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

[…] Nara…

stfu

“You looked like you were in a better mood afterwards, though,” Yoongi insists, adding more chaos to the madness.

🥹

Peculiar how his words flood you with motivation you haven’t felt before; hope and optimism you want to hold onto.

aah this one is gonna hurt-

That’s the last sentence on the page – it reminds him of you.

YOU BETTER STOP

“I can concentrate a lot better with you around.”

🤣🤣😭😭😭😭😭😭

“For when I get into an actual relationship.”

my heart broke at that bit of jungkook comparing their lives ):

Who knows what they will print and write into their journals and news? He’s way out of your league anyway – or at least that’s what everyone will say once this picture is printed. Not least of all because of the clear difference between your reputations: yours is enormous – and his non-existent.

STOP 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“But I’m here willingly,” he whispers, “I like being with you.”

AAAAAAAAH

“if I’m somewhat okay, little angel… may I kiss you then?”

YES PLEASE GO AHEAD ANDMEKRIEKAMD

“I can’t fuck you stupid if you pass out on me already.”

🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕

“Why are you holding back?” he asks, the smile cocky and lustful; nothing new. “Don’t you think everyone in this house already knows?” He pushes his fingers in harder, rubbing against the rough patch inside you. “That I fuck any logic out of you all the damn time?”

you’re so good at smut and fluff and angst i can’t!!!!

He wraps his fingers around your messy bun and tugs just lightly, pulling your head back.

🐕🐕🐕🐕

“But,” he interrupts, nearly hissing, “you can’t always get what you want, though, can you?”

🥵 but then

“No,” he whispers, his hand leaving your hair to grip your jaw, “no. Let me just please you today, yeah?”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, his voice husky and quiet, kind of intimidating… but still fond somehow. “We’re not done yet.”

JESUS CHRIST

Devours your sounds, watches logic and thinking abilities slip out of your head entirely. The curve of his shaft reaches every sensitive spot inside you, rubs desperately.

oh dear lord

The nickname, usually an irritating term, launches you up and above the clouds; suddenly endearing… maybe even sweet.

oh no-

His lips skim the apple of your cheek… up to your temple; place a kiss on one of your eyebrows with closed eyes.

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

And Jungkook’s heart falls – down and deep into a pit.

EXCUSE ME RID I LOVE YOU BUT WHY?

WAAAAAHHHH PAULEEEEYYYYYY I DON'T DESERVE U !!!!!! u know i absolutely love how u point out most of the things i want pointed out while writing, like u're so 😭 <33

okay, this poetry quote ?! u need to share !! and not the stfu at nara's mention omg 😭 and oh. yeah. if that makes u think this one's gonna hurt, then have fun reading the future parts cos..... 😮‍💨 BUT PLEASE, the 'for when i get into an actual relationship' hurt me sO BAD, TOO !!!

jk comparing his life to oc's.... i know, it really drags him down, but my boy stays strong for her and never says anything :(((( he deserves the best *sniff*

losing it at the cat emojis 🤣 and the 🦋🦋 are real, too goshhhhh </3 ALSO HAHAHAH I'M SO SORRY I KNOW THE ENDING IS MEAN, but i promise things are gonna make sense and work out <3 thank u so much as always, this put such a big smile on my face 😭 i love u fr 😭

#fic: colour me in #notes for rid 🌹#pauli <3

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kithtaehyung · 2 years

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okay, now that i’m better, i can reread and take notes. this is a bit long, so sorry

before anything, even though it brought tears to my eyes, i’ve reread it so many times and i’m trying to organize all my thoughts.

• the other team just sucks at basketball 🙄 give it up already

• …things got funny real quick.

• yoongi had every right to pin that asshole

• BRO PUNCH OMG—although i believe he shouldn’t have done that, the guy deserved it.

• i love how bro immediately asks jimin and yoongi to look after you, no hesitation

• i genuinely feel for 3tan yoongi. i feel like he’s alive bc he has to be, not bc he wants to, as depressing as it sounds. i hope he finds his light soon. existing isn’t easy and it’s much harder when you have to carry such heavy demons.

• hustler… so cute :’)

• he was already panicking so much when the threat was already in the air, for what, a day? i don’t want to imagine how much he felt when he saw that guy grab oc at the club.

• they just want to see each other but life :(

• “Either way, he deserves the second one. Because he already knows he doesn’t deserve you in the first place.” STOP IT MISTER. YOU DESERVE GOOD THINGS

• the “i miss you” from anytime and it means so much more to me now

• “But you somehow showed up on his doorstep after a whole year of him hating who he was. And whatever you did somehow repaired that broken record, allowing him to escape that headspace and do shit again.” she’s a part of his light

• the face touch :( the KISS :(

• oc… girl, yes your man wants to see you!!!

• jimin always checking on yoongi and oc. such a good friend fr

• 3tan jimin and tae need to be a thing 😩

• “she’s not my girlfriend, idiot” NOT YET

• that whole scene where yoongi was getting touched at the club by random girls made me uncomfortable :/ he didn’t deserve that

• “He’s not ready for this conversation. Not when he’s still fucking shaken from what you said to him before he left your room. “ i must have missed something. what did oc say??

• what happened last time in yoongi’s relationship that he’s so afraid to move forward?

• the ending :(

your no sad ending policy gives me hope 🥹 can’t wait. you’ve outdone yourself yet again!!

oh my gosh, baby!! you even reread it a lot? this means so much.. sending you all the tissues, of course.

this is amazing i eat long reviews like i'm starved.. thank you for reading and for this amazing (and organized) commentary! time to get into it :D

• LMAOOO those guys were traaaash like if you lost twice..

• like yoongi said.. things can get funny. real quick. he did it without thinking but pleeeeease that dude had to know

• jimin agrees with you! and it shocked even yoongi. but it's bro, so. and he was super quick about asking for help. clearly, he isn't one to shy away from asking if he needs something.

• awhhhh baby.. yoongi definitely has some heavy demons to fight, for sure. idk if it's as depressing as you see it, but there's a lot going on there, for sure.

• of course with the hustler ehehehe

• ah, yeah, you can totally see how frantic his thoughts were at dalo. like. he barely could even finish his thoughts or sentences. jimin did the right thing by telling him to stay put.

• “Either way, he deserves the second one. Because he already knows he doesn’t deserve you in the first place.” HE DOES DESERVE ALL THE GOOD THINGS. THE BEST THINGS.

• god. the "i miss you's" will haunt me forever. in the best way.

• “But he hasn’t felt this content in a minute. Simply talking to you and hearing you speak without hesitation relaxes him, and he thinks it’s because he’s already familiar with your company.” yes!! i'm glad you pointed this out bc most of the interlude was pretty messy and hectic. but this memory was so touching... he was super calm during this part. :((

• the face touch?? the kiss? yes please i would like to lie down here forever. and reader needs to know how much he wants to see her!

• omg 3tan jimin... a REAL ONE. i'm telling youuuuu!! and him and tae need to figure their shit out i- i will box them LOL

• “she’s not my girlfriend, idiot” DSFHDSF YOONGI

• thank you for pointing out the people touching him like HELLO guys get harassed, too. it's uncomfortable no matter who is getting touched without permission ugh..

• “He’s not ready for this conversation. Not when he’s still fucking shaken from what you said to him before he left your room. “ i must have missed something. what did oc say?? = this is referenced later when reader speaks in her sleep and confesses that she was scared :(((

• what happened last time in yoongi’s relationship that he’s so afraid to move forward? = we don't know yet, love.

• and the ending UGHHH yes... all of these points! i totally loved reading through this whole thing.

no sad endings!! we will be okay. we just need to fight through a lot of stuff first<333 thank you so much for all the commentary? wow this is some awesome stuff. i thoroughly enjoyed it and appreciate you with my whole heart.

#oh my goodness!!#thank you so much!#anon #asks:3tan #3tanDS #lovely people #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌#long post

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juyius · 2 years

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Steamed up windows and cold hands. [R.L.]

Part two here

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader [female]

Warnings: None, Slow-burn maybe??

Summary: Remus meets a new person during a train ride to Hogwarts and then everything seems the same but is it?

A/N : Hi everyone! This is my first fic on here it’s just a sweet story about [Y/N] and Remus first meeting. Girl is trying to be mysterious fr . I really hope you like it and if you have a request feel free to send it!

Ps. Sorry for any grammar mistakes :/

(Picture not mine credits to the rightful owner)

Honestly Remus was a little embarrassed, walking through the train in search of an empty seat, his face was probably as red as a tomato, hair messy. He felt awful. The teenager slowly ran his hand through his caramel locks to make it at least somewhat presentable to others. This morning was rough. Not only did he sleep in, exactly why his hair is in such distress right now, but he also tripped while running to the train station, so now his favorite black trousers ( a gift from his mom) were ripped just above his knee. Oh well.. that couldn't be too bad,right? He recalls James telling him something about muggles thinking it is "trendy" so maybe no one will pay too much attention to him. But really.. Who is he trying to fool he looks just like Padfoot after a long bath in the muddy puddle during a very very rainy night. As the thoughts ramble around Remus' mind his gaze runs towards an empty compartment at the very end of the car he is currently walking through. He slowly makes his way closer and slides the door open letting out a huge sigh of exhaustion... That's when his eyes fall upon a girl, sitting in the very corner of the compartment, wearing the most comfortable sweater he has ever seen. She is looking out of the window, from where he's standing he can't exactly see her eyes but something tells him they are filled with melancholy. Blurry just like the landscape outside of the window, passing by as the Hogwarts express makes his way through the lands of England.

"Good evening, can I join you?" he whispers softly. Partially because he didn't want to startle her but mostly because he was afraid his voice would sound strange given that he didn’t even have time to say anything today. Unfortunately his plan doesn't really work out as the girl is pulled out of her thoughts with his apparently not soft enough words. "Yh good evening yes please um feel free" the girl stumbles to her feet to collect her things that previously were spread on the other seats as Remus takes the one furthest from the unfamiliar face. " I'm Remus. Are you... a new student ?" He asks while searching through his backpack for a book, purposefully avoiding eye contact. "I know" she says quickly immediately looking embarrassed "I mean I know who you are I know your friend... Peter. We have a few extracurricular classes together" Her speech is a bit muffled, not necessarily shy just a bit uncertain. " I'm [Y/N] ".

They fall silent after that. No one says anything, both in their own tiny worlds, struggling to find some common ground without worrying whether the other would mind. The entire train ride passes just like that, only the sounds of their breaths filling the air as the silence surrounds them and the space between them fills with fog from the warmth of their exhales colliding with the cold winter air.

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The end of the school year came faster than anyone has anticipated, everyone exhausted, some more than others, now they were making their way to the train station to head home and officially start the summer break. " Come onn Moony hurry up! We need to find an empty compartment before the Slytherin arses take up all the free seats!" Remus wasn't probably the only one who heard Sirius given how loud he is but who is he to argue with his best friend. Instead he speeds up his steps. Yet he stops sooner than he expected ramming into James' back after he rammed into Sirius' back when he opened one of the doors and stopped suddenly, now looking at something... Thanks to his long legs he could easily peek over his friends' heads to see whatever they were looking at. And there he saw her. Now a recognizable face sitting in the same exact position she was in when they first met. Same piercing gaze but the air seemed warmer, so did the atmosphere, no more fog around them. Now he could see her. Clearly. "Hi! Would you mind if-" "It's fine I will go find a seat somewhere else" [Y/N] cuts Sirius off before he can finish, looking right into Remus' eyes while saying every word as if they were meant only for his ears to hear. And while She was passing by the three boys [Y/N]’s hand brushed against Moony’s, sending thousands of sparks along his spine.

That was the last time Remus has seen [Y/N]. He tried asking Peter about her, but he wasn’t very helpful, only giving him a “Yea I know her” as an answer. The days were passing like always, filled with laughter, pranks, Sirius and James’ otter stupidity. Nothing extraordinary. But every now and then when loneliness showed up, the laughters died down and after came the silence, his thoughts always wandered to that same place. The foggy compartment at the very end of car number 4, their belongings scattered on the floor and her blurry gaze piercing through the droplets of water hanging in the air. Reaching his eyes every now and then, making everything stop for the longest second of his life. Just for the time to run again after it ends. Quicker than it ever did before...

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Remus didn't know what he was feeling, it was all new and strange but he was longing for more. He was getting greedier withe everyday that passed. Frankly he didn't know what was going on but he was certain about one thing. He wanted her to touch him.. even if her hand always were that cold. He wanted to look at her... even if it was just through a steamed up window.

Everything was as usual. Boys took turns spending time at each other's houses, always bringing joy and laughter along, Time flied the faster the more they hanged out withe each other, never tired nor bored. But there were evenings when the Marauders weren't around, silence filled his parents's backyard, as Remus sat on the swing, hanging from one of the blooming trees. Slowly rocking back and forth. And as the hot air flowed around him filling his nostrils with a pleasant smell of grass and flowers, all he could think of were her freezing hands that sent shivers down his body but those same hands filled his chest with warmth like he never felt before.

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goldentsum · 3 years

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— oh my empress: aoba johsai palace

CHARACTERS: oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro

TAGS: suggestive themes, smut, angst, historical au where women have the ‘superior’ status, pet names, ‘cheating’ but is it really cheating tho? idk empress x concubines have such confusing relationship status, unrequited love, dom-ish! empress! reader, concubine! males, praising

ROUTE: aoba johsai palace: you are here.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this idea was lurking in my mind every single day so i tried to write it HAHAHAHA very angsty tho. unedited bleghhh :p

— oikawa ♡

• a clingy concubine!! he fr thinks that yall should just make it official official so that he can stand by you in the throne room as your one and only man

• he’ll talk smack about the other concubines. it’s canon.

• also, oikawa knows all the gossip in the palace

• oikawa always tells you that he loved you even when you two were younger and no one can ever love you like he loves you

• when he was younger, his mother is one of the officials in court and the woman always brought him along

• and before he knew it, it was normal for him to go to court with his mother.

• oh how he remembers it clearly. you in that soft white kimono, smiling brightly as you giggle, while your handmaidens gently pushing you on the swing. your perfectly adorned hair framing your pretty face.

• you were so beautiful and oikawa just can’t help but know you. though as a male, it would be proven difficult, but his mother was one of the officials and tried to talk to you

• oikawa thought at first that you were a child of another official too and to his big surprise, you were the crown princess!

• you still tease him to this day about how cocky he was at first, trying to impress you.

• he loves it when you spend time with him and go to his room for procreating...

• it always feels like you’ve chosen him. chose him to spend your limited free time with him among your many concubines

• maybe in the future, he can be your prince like you are his glowing empress.

“your highness, i’m really happy that you’re here...” he hic-ed, his lips trembling as he looked up at you with a red blush on his face. his once immaculate kimono draped his body loosely while you run your hands up and down his chest, admiring the milky and soft skin.

you smiled at him and leaned down, placing a small kiss on his forehead making him gasp. you softly whispered against his skin, “i’m here, sweet prince”

oikawa whimpered softly, heart beating harshly at the sweet pet name as tears pricked his eyes. your hands trailed down his stomach, feeling his clenching muscles. you leaned further down, trailing hot wet kisses on his neck, and slowly started grinding on top of him.

the pretty male gasped, his hands flying up to wrap his arms around you. you chuckled at his reaction and the prominent hard-on that was nudging your thigh.

“such a cute reaction you have, sweet prince~” you teased, your hot breath hitting oikawa’s sensitive neck. you let your hand go to his hair, running through the messy tresses and your nails scratching his scalp gently. oikawa’s eyes rolled to his skull and letting his head hung back, giving you more space to his neck. his hips jerking when you continued the slow and agonizing pace of your grinding.

“p-please... y-your highness... touch me more..” he whispered, the massive blush on his skin so delectable. you smiled and faced him. oikawa’s half-lidded eyes stared at you with love and need. you placed a soft kiss on his lips making him moan. the kiss turned messy and hot in an instant.

oikawa opened his mouth, letting your slick tongue in. you swallowed his moans when you started playing with his tongue and your fingers thumbing his nipples. his kimono rustled and crumpled as you moved it off his shoulders.

tooruu loves you so much that it hurts. your soft touch wasn’t making it easier for him to deny you. he tried to shove the feelings he had for you but whenever you smiled at him, it starts to build up again.

it was as easy as that. you had him wrapped around your fingers and you don’t even know.

his hands clenching your red kimono as if he were to loosen even just a bit, you’d disappear. just like before...

— iwaizumi ♡

• an intellectual concubine who deals with affairs in court!

• the other concubines are scared of him!

• but he doesn’t know that so shhh! this baby thinks that they’re just shy and just didn’t know him so they talk to him

• iwaizumi wants to be useful to you. not just a baby maker who comes and goes.

• he never intended to fall in love with you. he really didn’t. he became a concubine because oikawa dragged him into it when the former was up for the exam.

• iwaizumi relented because he thought if he’s at court, he can do something about the oppression that was happening around towards males.

• he wants to change it and he thought that he was just a mere concubine in your court so he can do something about it without having to deal with you. you were an empress that embraced and welcomed many men in your court.

• though, he didn’t know how much he was able to feel so loved when he met you.

• so his objective changed, though only a little. he wants to be called as your lover that changed the views of society.

• but he admits that there was a lot of competition in court. most especially for your affection and attention. iwaizumi saw a lot of other males ruining and fighting when you were not present.

• but he won’t participate in it, he won’t stoop so low. though when another concubine started telling lies about you having favorites and being unfair, he mayhaps fought talked with him.

“y-your majesty! we can’t do this here!” iwaizumi gasped, placing a shaky hand on your arm as you pressed him against the shelves of your private library

you chuckled and leaned against him, trailing kisses with your lips on his neck. you felt him shiver when you placed a wet kiss on his pulse while your hands groped and caressed his body through his thick kimono.

“why not?~” you asked, biting his ear. iwaizumi gasped, his knees buckling a bit while he supported himself on the shelf. iwaizumi always tells you that you shouldn’t waste your time with him. he was so different from the usual concubines in your court. he wasn’t pretty nor delicate like them... but that what makes him so addicting to you.

“i think you deserve a break, sweetie~ i heard all about your accomplishment in my court. may i say how impressed i am” you cooed and leaned a bit to face him. you looked him straight in his eyes making him a little shy at your unwavering gaze that was filled with adoration.

iwaizumi closed his eyes tightly and hugged you, hiding his warm face in your neck. it was inappropriate to just hug the empress like this and normally, he wouldn’t do this but he just felt so much in the moment.

he made you proud. you’re proud of him. it was all for you. you.

iwaizumi heard you chuckled, feeling the light vibration through his clothes. he felt you lean away and he let you. you pressed your forehead against his, caressing his warm red cheek. “you worked hard, hajime”

the man whimpered and pressed a hard and needy kiss on your lips as you hummed in approval. he let you guide him through the kiss as your tongue slithered in his cavern, playing with his tongue.

god, you tasted so good. your lips felt heavenly against him. if he can, he’ll kiss you forever.

your hand trailed up to his hair, massaging his scalp and he moaned into the kiss. you felt the hard nudge against your thigh which make you smirk, as much as you can while kissing.

you then jutted your leg between his, your thigh pressing against his hard-on. iwaizumi gasped, holding onto you.

he looked into you and he shivered when he saw your dark gaze as your eyes swirled with lust.

before he can do anything, a voice called out from the door outside. “your highness? the court awaits for you in the throne room”

you sighed in annoyance but slowly removed your body away from iwaizumi which made the male whine unconsciously at the lost of your heat. you smiled at him and held his face, swiping your thumb lightly against his pink lips. “i’ll see you later, sweets~” and went out of the library, leaving him alone in silence and with his thoughts.

the male sighed.

hajime knows he can’t make you love him like he loves you but that’s okay. as long as he gets to be by your side, it’s okay. it really was okay... to be able to hold you was a miracle for him and he ended up loving you way too much.

not many would remember him and his work in your court but he wishes something more than anything else.

when all of these moments pass and he’s all but a grain in the wide earth, he hopes that the world can remember how much he loved you.

— matsukawa ♡

• mattsun doesn’t know how he got in your court tbh

• he was just lounging around his estate then his mother slammed his door open and told him he’s gonna be a concubine for the empress

• at first he doesn’t know what to feel cus a concubine? for the empress? him? fr?

• though when he met you, you were kinda intimidating tbh. he was nervous because he knows the status of men in court and in society in general.

• but when he found out that you were chill about it and actually cared about him well them?

• he mayhaps softened

• mattsun is usually seen in the garden with makki, just talking shit about some desperate concubines they see around

• when you started visiting him in the palace he resides in with the other 3, he thought he was sick with how fast his heart was beating.

• he never really paid any attention to other women, finding them annoying with how boasty they get about their status whenever he’s in a match-making visit.

• but you talked to him like he was a human being, like you see him for him and not his status in society.

• when mattsun gets comfortable, he’s very tease-y because he likes hearing you laugh. call him whipped but he doesn’t care.

• he wants to see your bright eyes looking at him. him. just him. your smile sent towards his way.

• when you consummated that one night for the first time, he got overwhelmed with the way you were soft and let him lead though still maintaining your aura of authority.

• whenever he thinks about that night, the butterflies in his stomach starts again. mattsun would thank his mother right now if he can for letting him have the opportunity to meet you and to actually hold you.

you chuckled when he started pecking your face with multiple kisses as his larger body pressed against yours, pinning you down in the soft and thick futon in his room in the palace.

“still so clingy, issei~” you teased but the male only hummed with a small and warm smile on his lips while he continues to litter your face and neck with his kisses. you felt his warm hands touch your skin softly, the feeling of his soft hands on your body always made you feel a little softer.

you reached up and held his face, squishing it so that his lips were all pouty. you laughed at his expression and kissed his lips.

mattsun could feel it again. the butterflies in his stomach. the harsh beating of his heart. he hoped that you wouldn’t hear it. he wants to maintain this calm and apathetic that goes with the flow kind of vibe.

if you knew how much he loved you, he doesn’t know what he would do. these feelings were too much for the young man.

mattsun wants to be with you all the time, he wants to feel you all the time. to have and to hold you.

when you released your hold on his face to run your fingers through his hair and massaging the back of his neck, he started kissing you deeper.

he swiped his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for permission. you hummed and opened your mouth which he eagerly accepted.

his hands then held your thighs, squeezing and fondling the thick meat. matsukawa groaned into the kiss when you wrapped your legs around his waist, making his groin press against your heat. at the small action, he started kissing you more feverishly, his hands touching every skin and starting to remove your kimono.

so needy. desperate even. to touch you. to feel you again. to sink into the delusion that you two were two lovesick couple in your own small little world.

you chuckled, albeit muffled by matsukawa’s lips still working against yours, you let your legs drop from his waist making him whine and break the kiss in confusion.

“i thought we were finished and you’re letting me go back?” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck loosely. issei rolled his eyes playfully, though he knows he shouldn’t but you just felt so familiar and you make him sp comfortable in your presence that it scared him a little because he does all sorts of things.

“i am~ but you’re making it a little harder than usual, my empress” he teased back, bumping his nose against yours while his lazy smirk that you loved so much appeared in his lips.

“am i?~” you bit back, replying with your own smirk. mattsun let his eyes drop and go to your lips. mesmerized by it. it was so red. so beautiful. so soft. so kissable.

“well you have to let me go, issei. you hogged me for the whole day, needy~” you poked his cheek which he bit playfully making you chuckle. mattsun let go of your finger and placed a small kiss on it. “well, i am your favorite right? i have the right to take your time~” he teased again

“of course” you whispered, stroking his face. mattsun’s eyes softened at that and leaned closer to your hands.

“i have to go, issei...” his lazy smirk wavered a bit at your words but he straightened it. fortunately for him, you didn’t noticed.

mattsun nodded and sat up, letting you sit up too. you pressed a soft kiss on his lips and fixed your kimono and hair to look presentable as you leave.

you stood up and was about to go out but a large hand held yours. you looked down at him and smiled, squeezing his hand before letting go and going out

he watched you exit his room, his heart clenching painfully. issei let out a shaky breath and held his forehead, chuckling pathetically.

it was painful to see you come and go. it was his fault for feeling like this, not yours... it’s his fault for falling in love with you, the empress, when he’s just a mere concubine in your court.

he cursed and gripped his chest, where his heart was.

he dreaded this and he knows that there would be a time where he’ll see a man by your side. and all he can do is wish that it was him that you chose.

— hanamaki ♡

• he’s a chill concubine

• makki just hangs around here and there, not minding any of the loud concubines when they’re in your palace.

• he also doesn’t do anything to capture your attention but weirdly enough that made you intrigued

• his soft pink hair was always your favorite. you always tell him this that he had the prettiest hair you’ve seen. that it was so unique and whenever all of your concubines are in your court, you can spot him easily.

• makki being the middle child with two sisters mean that there was barely attention given to him in his household.

• so the male wasn’t familiar with compliments and gets a little too shy when he receives it. and especially from you? the empress, the most powerful woman in the country?

• his father brought him up when his mother took his sisters with her.

• he remembers the muffled shout, “i don’t need a good for nothing male!”

• hanamaki doesn’t really care anymore, deciding to isolate himself but his father was ambitious.

• his father pushed him to the empress, telling him to get ahead. that he can raise their status. he was the shining hope for the two of them.

• makki didn’t know what to do when he first came to your court but you were there to ease his nerves though he’d admit he thought you were a guard from the way you dressed. you loved sneaking around, wearing different uniforms. though makki had his suspicions because there was no way a guard could look so beautiful..

• may the gods help him. he was falling in love with you. and fast.

this was bad. really bad. but he can’t stop. not now. not now that he has experienced what it was like to be in your arms. to feel your lips against his.

but the guilt was slowly eating him away. mattsun, his best friend, loved you and takahiro promised to help the former with you but here he was. warming your bed, stroking every skin he could touch.

“what’s wrong, cherry blossom?” you asked, breath heavy from his actions. makki leaned his head against your thigh, looking at you. you’re so beautiful.

your eyes half-lidded, chest heaving heavy pants from your previous orgasm as your red lips curled into a breathless smile.

you run your fingers through his hair, looking at him with confusion. makki let out an amused sigh and shook his head, pushing down any guilt that he felt.

he doesn’t want to remember that. he doesn’t want to be reminded. right now he wants to focus on you. you. nothing else but loving you.

“nothing, my queen” he hummed and leaned closer to your wet cunt again, tongue swiping against the puffy clit making you shiver at the sensitivity. you sighed, eyes rolling back to your skull as makki gently sucked and licked you.

you gripped his hair, hips jutting against his mouth. makki hummed against you, his cock twitching excitedly, as his actions got faster when he saw that you were ready for more. oh, how he lives to please you.

to see you come undone before his eyes was truly heavenly.

but takahiro knew this was a bad idea. he didn’t want to do this to his best friend... he knew that issei loves you... but here he was, enjoying your every touch, every affection, and every moan your pretty lips releases.

if he can redo everything and decline his father’s wishes and honor his friend’s feelings, he knows what he'll do...

he would be here again and again, waiting for you.

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soobasaur · 3 years

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are you mine?

— a lee minho au

genre: enemies to lovers minho x gender neutral!reader

a/n: this is for my bestie who has been in a minho obsession lately and needs more content, you know who you are :]

« masterlist

you and minho didnt exactly,,,get along very well for a while

the only reason you both even knew each other was two of your best friends were dating and merged ur friend groups

(thanks a lot binsung 〴⋋_⋌〵)

you wouldnt go as far as to say you hated him

but you liked to pretend you did

you just barely saw him around so why not just mke him your mortal enemy??

it was easier to hate him then admit he was decent company!!

you had a reputation to uphold!!!!

and apparently he did too because he never really disagreed,,,,

you guys just ever had a chance to get off on the right foot and really talk

mutual disagreement <33

the thing is, the both of you were never left alone together

like ever

until that one time yall were abandoned (-д-；)

you and ur friend groups planned a hang out but everyone ended up cancelling last minute with no excuse

it was just you two who didnt get the memo and ended up alone

now that you think about it,,,that sounds like smth ur friends would do on purpose

(again, fuck u binsung!! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ )

so just picture this,,,you and minho both showing up to an arcade and sitting in silence for an hour before getting a text that everyone cancelled

your immediate thought was to go home bc why would minho want to hang out with you???

but after the both of you read the text in the groupchat he got up and made his way inside, holding the door open and quirking his eyebrow up at you

“well, are you coming or not? I wanna try the new vr game.”

and you were just like \\(⊙︿⊙)// ???

he? wants?? to hang out??? with just you????

but u ended up following him in and he paid for your guy’s tickets ≧◡≦

“just buy me lunch after and we’re even”

lunch??? now this mf wants to get lunch together?!$%

you learned one thing about minho that day

he was,,,competitive,,VERY competitive

like what demon possessed him kind of competitive

whenever he won he would flash you a smirk and skip to the next game as he dragged his row of tickets along

it INFURIATED U!!!

ur pride was in shambles

so you unleashed everything after that and won a good amount of games ;)

u had been eyeing a cute cat plush the entire time but u didnt have enough tickets at the end :((

o(╥﹏╥)o damn it capitalism u just wanted a plushie

you didnt rlly want anything else so you gave your tickets to minho and waited to the side for him to get his prize

he came out with tHE SAME PLUSHIE YOU HAD BEEN EYEING \\( ಠ_ಠ)//

but before you could sulk about it he handed it to you and started to make his way to the exit Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

and during lunch this bitch ended up paying even after saying you should (｀ε´)

\(▰˘◡˘▰)//\\ (▰˘◡˘▰)//\\ (▰˘◡˘▰)// \\(▰˘◡˘▰)//

After that...hang out if you will,,u started to notice minho everywhere

LIKE E V E R Y W H E R E

why was this bitch all over your college campus?

you never noticed minho was in ur class for the longest time jsskkfk

like all of a sudden u just spotted him out of the corner of ur eye and were like o h

once he noticed you too there was no going back

say good bye to paying attention in class

(as if you ever did anyways)

he started to inch closer to you during class

he even started sending you notes

ಠ▃ಠ and u were so paranoid the professor would catch you

but this bitch was slick so u were fine

ヽ(๏∀๏ )ﾉ

he was the type of guy to throw little crumpled sticky notes at you whenever he wanted to say something during class

they’d be covered with doodles of cats and his scribbly messy handwriting + little hearts

it was usually just some dumb thought he had or a crude drawing of the professor (. ﾟーﾟ)

other than those few notes you guys never really talked outside ur friend group

there was one incident late at night tho

you had a big project coming up and it was 2am and you were...2 sentences in T_T

you deserved a coffee break <3

so that was how you found under the awning of an all night coffee shop

except it wasn't all night and closed right after you got ur coffee!!

and now u were stuck under the awning!!

all you had was your measly hoodie that you stole from changbin and your now soggy cup of coffee as you waited for the rain to pass

you might as well of just stayed home since ur wasting all this time you could’ve been working on your project standing outside

were you gonna work on the project once you got home? no

but did the thought of wasted time still make you mad? yes

you slumped against the shop as you bitterly drank your coffee, crushing the cup between your hands

after a couple minutes you felt the rain above you stop

you look to your side to see,,,minho?!

this mf was holding an umbrella above your head

“here, take my umbrella.”

thats when you noticed the cafe uniform he had on

“you work here?” you asked, before taking the umbrella from his hand

“yeah, your observant ass didnt see me literally make your coffee,”

“oh whoops,,,i thought you hated me, why are you giving me our umbrella?”

“i do, but id rather you uh...not die in the cold looking like a dead rat.”

was it just you or were his cheeks dusted pink?

probably the cold

(y/n you dumb bitch-)

you both walk back to your dorms after that

and he insists you carry the umbrella

cus his poor arms are tired from making coffee all day :((

and maybe it's an excuse to be closer to you

since hes a bit taller he has to crouch and scoot closer to you in order to not get wet >_<

⊙﹏⊙ ⊙﹏⊙ ⊙﹏⊙

over the next few weeks your find urself at the cafe he works at more often

one time you got the hours wrong and he wasnt on shift :(

but when you got up to leave he walked in and spent the day helping you study instead of working

you went for the coffee!! not for him!! definitely not,,,

(¬‿¬)

“look, im only hanging out with you cus you get the employee discount.”

“sure, and not cus you enjoy my company-”

“i 100% despise your company.”

ok but u didnt

u actually /REALLY/ liked his company

like WTF

where has he been all ur life

ew that sounded too romantic

but like fr where was he hiding

(・ε・｀)

soon you both were joining binsung on their dates

but it wasn't a double date!!

it was just four friends hanging out and two happened to be a couple

and they liked to hang out at fancy restaurants and do couple like activities

totally normal!!

there was one incident where you were about to pay for your meal but minho placed his hand on top of yours and slid his card instead

“you can pay on the next date.”

NEXT? DATE??

excuse me sir what do u mean-

you ignored changbin and jisung’s snickers behind you the entire night

when minho walked you home you couldnt help but let urself blurt out

“was this a date?”

minho gave you an incredulous look

“...was it not??”

oh my god this is embarrassing

“OH MY GOD WAS IT NOT?!!”

you ignored how minho was now turning crimson red and panicking and tugged on his collar, pulling him down for a kiss

“it was...a date” you mumble, now shy at the close proximity between the two of you

“...im gonna kill jisung.” he muttered, pulling you in for a hug, “he told me this was a double date”

“that can be our next date, the murder of our best friends.”

“wow i am in love with you.”

＼（＾○＾）人（＾○＾）／

minho and y/n murder besties!!

for legal reasons that is a joke

( ˶˘ ³˘(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)♡

thank you for reading !!

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ronnierocket36 · 2 years

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YOU AND OIKAWA ARE BOTH 18 IN THIS AHH

This is my first post as well oops- 💀

Includes:

Female!!reader, First time, passionate sex, PRAISE, hand holding :) , car sex, riding, oral!giving and receiving, PET NAMES (honey, darling, sweetheart!!), friends to lovers trope!!, and aftercare!!

This is going to be kinda long but interesting so enjoy!!🤤

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You were on a call with your Best friend, Oikawa. You've liked him for a while but didn't have the guts to say anything (like every other bitch🙄). Your other Best friend was always telling you to confess to oikawa but scary stuff😓. N e ways.... you were on a call with oikawa talking about the most random shit.

"Did you get your test back today?" You asked him. "Yeah I did pretty well!" He bragged. "I did pretty good too so you're not special!!" you semi-yelled at him. "Hehe so what score did you get?" He asked. "86% hoe beat that" you said sticking your tongue out even tho you knew he couldn't see you. "89%~" he says in a weird, flirty tone. "How bout we go out somewhere?" He asked. "Torū its 10pm places are closed." You said chuckling a bit. "Well how bout we go to a little beach nearby?" "Sure umm come through the window this time" "k see you in a bit". "k bye". "bye-bye!!" And with that you hung up. You cleaned your semi-messy room and waited for him. As he got there he knocked gently on the window catching your attention. You opened the window.

"Hey bitch!" Oikawa said as he came through. "Shhhh my parents or down the hall!" You whisper shouted. "Hehe sorry" he rubbed the back of his neck. "but hey hoe!" You whisper shouted. He chuckled a bit "You ready?" He asked going back near the window. "Yup let's go!" You said excitedly but not to loud.

You two went out the window to his car. You both buckled up and went to the small beach not to far from your house. Once you two go there you sat on the roof of his car since the beach was closed and you couldn't walk on it.

The view was beautiful. The way the moon reflected off the cold water. The waves building up and crashing down on the shore. There was a comfortable silence between you two just admiring the beauty of the scene right in front of you.

"Hey y/n?" Oikawa asked still looking at the scene in front of him. "Yea Torū?" You looked at him and you were blown away. he looked so pretty in the moonlight. You felt heat in your face rise. He just looked so perfect (like duh it's oikawa.... Tf..? ok I'll stop 💀) you gathered your composure again and looked back at the beach.

"Do you ever wonder who your going to be with when you grow older?" You looked at him weirdly. "Torū we're already grown. I don't even know what college I want to go to and we're almost graduating" you laughed. "Yeah well maybe we'll be together by then." He said. You widened your eyes. "Wha-" you couldn't even finish your sentence when you were cut off by him kissing you.

You eventually melted into the kiss and grabbed his hand, intertwining fingers. You two started to French kiss. you took your other hand, cupping his face and he took your waist so your straddling him. You untwined your hand from his and put your hands behind his head and in he hair tugging it a little. Causing him to groan into the kiss.

You guys pulled back breathing heavily. "Y/n, I like you a lot as you could already tell." He chuckled a bit. You two were holding eachother close as a small breeze flew by. (Just fuck y'all like fr🙄 OK FR ILL STOP ABSH)

"You don't have to like me ba-" he was immediately cut off from a kiss by you. You both pulled away. "STOoPID.....obviously I like you back." You said to him. "That's a relief haha" he said.

You two looked in each others eyes (I'm sorry this is kinda dramatic but it'll work in the end I swear😈) and leaned in for another kiss. It was filled with passion and a little lust teehee.

N e ways.... the kiss got more heated and lustful. As you were on top of him he started to move towards the small sunroof. You took the hint and got back into the car into the back seat and waited for him to come down. He came down and you immediately kissed him. Your tongues down each others throats. He was against the door and you sat on top of him.

He went to your neck and almost immediately found your weak spot. You squeaked and he chuckled lowly making you blush a little. "Can I....take this off?" He asked playing with the collar of your shirt as he sucks and kisses your neck. "Yea....you ca- umph" he hit your sweet spot again.

You felt him smirk against your neck. He sat back up and took your shirt off. He admired you for a minute looking at your beautiful features. You just looked so beautiful to him. He's glad your gonna be his first time and he's going to be yours.

"Hey....are you gonna do anything" you ask looking at him kind of begging for him to do something to you. "Yes of course, sorry I got a little distracted." He said smiling lovingly at you. You smile back and kiss him. This time it was full of passion and love. Theeeen...... it got hotter. Again tongue down each others throats. He pulled back and took his shirt off. After his shirt is off, you put your hands on his belt and looked at his eyes basically asking for consent.

He nodded saying it was ok. You could definitely see a bulge in his pants and you were sort of excited and anxious. As you took off his pants, he was sort of embarrassed but since it was you

And he was comfortable with it, he didn't really mind. Once you were done you kissed him down his body. Once you got to his boxers you kissed the VeRY large and vEry visible bulge.

As you did that, he groaned. It turned you on even more and you could see his dick pulse through the boxers. (IM SO SORRY IF YOU HATE THIS BECAUSE I KINDA DO BAHSHD😭) you started to take it out and it was at least 7in. You both were blushing seeing how it both of your first times. You went back down blushing madly and started kissing it. He kept groaning and threw his head back. He took your hair and held it up so you could do your job 😳

You took some spit and gathered it in your mouth. You started putting the tip in your mouth. He groaned lowly. As you looked up at him and he looked down at you, he smiled at you then you got lower and he started groaning louder and threw his head back again. You started to suck his dick lol.

As you did he tried so hard not to face fuck you because your head game is just that good 😛. He started groaning really loud as you bobbed your head up and down his dick. He threw his head back as his low groans turned into whimpers (THATS HOT BYE-)

You kept suck him and teasing. Taking it out and doing little licks on his tip. "Fuck you're so hot..mmph" his breathy moans and whines got louder.

"God mm.. that feels.. F-fuck..so good.."

"F-uuuck youre so pretty with my dick in your mouth.."

"Y/n..mmph i-i'm gonna-"

He got cut off as he released in your mouth. You could feel it going down your throat and it tasted weird but you swallowed it anyways.

As you felt his dick leave your mouth, he lifted your chin up and said "you did so well" he chuckled a bit, smiled, and then asked "can I… um..pleasure you now?" You smiled at how much he was asking for consent "of course Torū" you smiled softly and sweetly as you got in a position that was easy for him to access your sex.

"Fuck you're so wet for me, I fucking love it sweetheart" he praised. You blushed as he got closer to your sex. You whimpered as he blew on it and moaned as he just went right into eating you out.

Your hand went straight to his hair as he was moving his tongue super fast against your clit. You were moaning his name as he ate you out like you were his last meal.

“Fuck Torū" you moaned as you pushed him more into your sex as he groaned. You were so close and then you came on his tongue. He licked it all up and sat up.

"You tasted so good sweetheart" he said as he kissed your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue. You two stopped kissing but then began to make out again. Again you both broke the kiss, a string of saliva left on your tongues.

"I want you to ride me honey" Torū said as he adjusted his position to make it easier for you to sit on his dick. "You can go at your own pace darling." he said taking your face and kissing it tenderly.

You started to crawl on him as he sat back against the seat. You put you arms around his neck to hold on as this was your first time and you wanted to be gentle and to take it slow.

As he entered you you buried your head in his nape and whimpered as he moaned and put his hands on your hips. "I know baby, I know it hurts but you'll feel good once we start going ok? I promise." He reassured as he entered you more as your tears streamed down your face.

As he kissed your temple you felt a little better by his reassurance and glad that this is the man you had fallen for. Sure he was popular with the ladies and is very confident on the outside but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart for other people.

As he was fully inside you he still was whispering in your ear how good you were taking him and how good you were doing. "I'm going to start moving you ok? Tell me to stop if it still hurts ok?" You nodded as he started moving. There was still a little pain but it was overthrown by pleasure.

You started to grind against him as you moaned in his neck. You two were both feeling pleasure as each thrust grew faster and Induced more pleasure. As you road him faster and moaned in his ear, he got turned on more and more making his orgasm come faster than expected but he tried his best to hold it because he wanted to cum with you.

"Ahhh…fuck sweetheart mmph..." Torū moaned as you picked up pace, both of you almost at the breaking points. "F-fuck Torū.." you moaned in his neck. "Cum with me honey." he said. You and him moaned louder as both your breaking points came and you both fell over the edge. You grabbed his hand and intertwined it and started squeezing his hand as you both came.

You did it raw (you're on the pill cause we dont want no babys right now-) so you had to pull his dick out of you and once you did you stroked him more so he became overstimulated. As that happened he put his middle and pointer finger to your clit to overstim you.

As you both came down from your highs, you put you head on his shoulder as he held you. "Looks like we gotta clean this up huh?" You said laughing a bit. "Yeah I got some tissues in the center console" he said with a smile on his face.

You both cleaned up the mess and drove back to your place to go to sleep. "I told my parents I was going to Iwa's so don't worry and I got him to back us up." He said as he got in your driveway.

You climbed through your window as Oikawa followed. "My parents have work early in the morning and it's a Saturday so they wont check up on me." I reassured.

You both laid down on your bed. You snuggled up to him as he hugged you close to his chest. Before you fell asleep, you could feel warm lips press on your forehead. You got up from his chest and you looked at him. Hes surprised but his eyes soften. You put your hand on his face and start kissing him all over his face. He started giggling and you followed along. Then you went back to your spot in his chest and both signed in sync. Giggles again. And when Oikawa heard soft snoring he knew you were asleep.

"Cutie." He said as he joined you in a deep slumber.

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AHHHH YESS OIKAWA IS DONEE

I TAKE REQUESTS TO SO YEAH IF YOU WANT A SPECIFIC CHARACTER OR SCENARIO PLEASE TELL ME AND I WILL GLADLY KEEP IT IN MIND FOR A STORY

Currently working on karasuno third years x reader smut so stay tuned for that ig 🙇🤷

ANYWAYSSS BYEE HAVE A GOOD NIGHT OR DAY (or night!) DONT FORGET TO DRINK SOME WATER AND EAT A LIL SOMETHING!!! :))

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stellar-imagines · 4 years

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NSFW SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝that damned piercing.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

「NSFW Scenario of Bakugou who recently got a tongue piercing and you’re forced to wait for him to recover before you can have some sexy time.」

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Honestly, when Bakugou came home and announced that he got his tongue pierced, you were surprised. He told you that you looked absolutely in awe like a kid receiving a present during Christmas. You were happy for him, since he had been contemplating whether he should get it pierced or not. But you didn’t realize how that piercing will affect your relationship with your hot-headed boyfriend.

To begin with, you wouldn’t call yourself the type of girl who would constantly want attention from their boyfriend. You respected his personal space and never forced him into anything he didn’t like. But on that day when he got his piercing, you were about to kiss him like you normally do but he rejected it. It was something he did often, telling you to stop being so mushy but he would always give in. But it felt different this time, you could sense that he had a different reason for rejecting it.

”At least 4 weeks are needed for him to recover.”

4 entire weeks without kissing your boyfriend? That’s preposterous! You didn't know that you had to suffer from not being able to show your boyfriend your love and affection. Honestly, it shouldn't be such a big deal but you made it into one. You were an overly dramatic person and thought that your boyfriend might actually die without receiving any affection from you. But it's the other way around. Bakugou just thinks that you're overreacting, thinking that it was the end of the world. This guy has no idea what kind of effect he has on you. He just has to exist for you to be weak at the knees for him. Again, a bit too dramatic.

You like to imagine that you're back in the days where you kept your relationship with Bakugou as a secret. He had never been the type for PDA to begin with so you try your best to remember what you went through back then. You'd both hold pinkies underneath the table and sneak kisses whenever no one is looking. However, the more you thought about that, the more you wanted to kiss him. So you quickly devised a new plan to distract yourself. While you were busy trying to figure out a way to keep your hands to yourself, Bakugou wasn’t faring any better.

You had somehow managed to convince him that having a tongue piercing is kind of hot. He recalled about you gushing over some celebrity who got a tongue piercing and he kind of got pissed off that you were fawning over a celebrity when you had him. To be honest, he seems to be enjoying that you seem to be suffering from not being able to kiss him as he would deny you from it, saying that he needed to recover. Bakugou had to admit that he, himself was starting to reach his limit.

“I'm home.” Bakugou grumbles underneath his breath as he stands at the entrance of your shared apartment.

As soon as he announced his arrival, you welcomed him back and quickly ran towards him only to latch onto his back like a koala. You gave him a quick peck on his lips and had waited for him to take off his shoes. After he did that, you were looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. Bakugou, on the other hand, didn't seem to quite understand what you wanted from him. His eyes narrowed at you, a bit annoyed with that sparkly aura you're emitting. You looked like a person who just ordered something online that will take a week to arrive but decides to wait by the entrance as if it were gonna arrive any minute.

"What? Are you horny or something?" he asked so casually that it made your cheeks burn bright red.

"No! I'm not horny!" you slapped his arm before storming away. Bakugou rolled his eyes in response, giving you his signature smirk as he headed to your shared room to change into his house clothes. The time was nearing 10 at night, the two of you had dinner separately. Bakugou who had used his agency's shower to get rid of the grime from the mission he has earlier and was very pleased after changing into his clothes. He sat on the couch next to you and before he knew it, you were climbing onto his lap.

"So you're horny after all." he teased.

"Shut up, I just wanna cuddle with you." you huffed with a pout, burying your face onto his chest. Bakugou put his hand on your back as you clung onto him for a while. You eventually shifted around until you had your back against his chest, eyes fixated on the television.

"Wait, have you fully recovered?" you asked. Bakugou wanted to facepalm but instead, he rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't kiss you if I haven't recovered yet, dumbass."

Bakugou didn't even let you respond, pulling you into another kiss. Your hands found their way around his neck, wrapping themselves around him as you kissed him back. He had his hands around your back, pulling you closer until your chests were pressed up against one another. He felt your hands leave his back, only to feel them wander to his soft ash blonde hair, your nails lightly scratching at his scalp in a certain way that he really loved. He let out a soft grunt into the kiss.

Makeout sessions with Bakugou usually led to something more. You felt lightheaded and gasping for breath once he pulled away. For someone who claims to not be romantic, his kisses were always intense and filled with passion. Then again, he's always better when it comes to showing his feeling through actions instead of words. You could see a string of saliva connecting your tongues and feel that your cheeks were burning hot. The sight of you looking so lost and panting was enough to make him hard.

"You're being an asshole." you mumbled absentmindedly.

"But who's the idiot who decided to date this asshole?" he smirked.

"I am." you said with a pout, avoiding his gaze.

Bakugou found himself grinning, lifting his body to settle between your thighs. It had been so long since you both got intimate like this and he was determined to make up for the lost time. Your hands threaded into his messy hair, gently scratching at the scalp, something he really liked. He pressed his lips against your inner thighs, pulling at your oversized sweater ― which probably belonged to him. The ball on his tongue felt cold against your hot skin. It made you let out a small whimper when he began biting your skin, hard enough to leave marks that you certainly last for days.

He glanced up at you smugly as he tugged your panties down your legs, not even caring about what kind of design it had. Usually, he would take some time to admire your choice of underwear, no matter how ridiculous it was. He put his hands underneath your thighs and pulled your body closer to his face as he spread your legs apart. Bakugou could hear the low moan coming from you when he prodded at your clit with his fingers. You were about to complain at him for taking his time until you felt his tongue lick a long line along your folds.

The sensation of the metal piercing scraping along your sex had you writhing beneath him as his grip tightened against your legs. Your moans echoed in the room, fingers latching onto his hair, tugging at his ash blonde strands. Bakugou let out a low hum, eyes half lidded as he slowly and tortuously lapped at the juices that leaked form your pussy.

"Fuck—! You taste so fucking good." he cursed, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. Moans of his name spilled from your parted lips unabashedly, as one of his finger slid down to tease your entrance. His finger went it with ease and Bakugou had this look on his face as he watched your pussy practically suck his finger in — a look similar to when a kid is watching their mom cook in the kitchen. He didn’t think twice about adding another finger into the fray. The added stretch earned a higher pitch of moans from you.

"Yes, yes! Oh god! Katsuki, faster, faster!"

He hummed around your clit, pulling his finger out as he brings your hips up to insert his tongue into your twitching pussy. You gasp and whine at the welcome intrusion as he laps you up, tongue and fingers working you towards your first orgasm. he relishes in every sound coming out of your mouth. Bakugou has always been good with his mouth, never leaving you unsatisfied, but you want nothing more than to be filled and fucked to oblivion right now.

Curling his finger while pushing deeper, he hit that sweet spot inside you, eyes locked on the way your pussy clenched around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out before you could even come, much to your displeasure. With his fingers coated in your essence, his gaze locked with yours, bringing his fingers to his mouth. Pink velvety muscle darted out to lick it clean, humming, a grin spreading on his face. You lightly glared at him.

“What’s with that look, Princess? Upset that you didn’t get to cum?”

His voice was teasing and clearly mocking you. His eyes was dark with lust and you knew if you crossed him, you’d be punished. And to be honest, the thought of that didn’t sound so bad. You head was foggy and you didn’t even see Bakugou dive back into your pussy until you felt his tongue on your clit. A sharp gasp resonated in the room, music to the ash blonde’s ears. Without having to look at him, you could tell how smug he was.

The ball of his piercing was pressed firmly against your clit, he watched as you try to grind your hips against his face. Bakugou moved his mouth to your clit, sucking against it harshly as he began to flick his tongue against you. He deliberately moved it in a way that his piercing was hitting the right spots making you moan even louder. The sensation made your hips jerk, followed by your incoherent pleads. After a few moments, he pulled away yet again, just when you’re about to reach your peak too. Your head was starting to spin and your stomach was flipping so much that you almost feel sick. But the pleasure he had bestowed upon you distracted you from all those negative feelings.

“Yeah? I knew you’d fuckin’ like it.” he groaned.

“Katsuki, please.” you whimpered as he repositioned himself between your legs.

“We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for, Princess.” He brings his hand to the back of your head, pressing a kiss on your lips. Bakugou takes the chance to get atop of you, cupping your breasts and gently squeezing them in his large hands. You love how big his hands were, they always feel so large compared to your own and you feel very safe. A gasp left your lips when he pinches your nipple, arching your chest into his hands. You could feel him, his erection throbbing against your thigh.

"I wanna be on top today." you managed through the ragged pants that left your lips. Bakugou finds himself raising an eyebrow and smirking at your sudden assertiveness but he wasn't complaining at all.

Bakugou laid down and you crawled over on top of him, kissing his cheeks before lining yourself up against his cock. You gripped onto his shoulder with your left hand while your right grasped his cock, guiding it to your soaking pussy. You lowered your hips down slowly, moaning when his cock stretched your walls apart. He's laid comfortably on the couch, head one the cushion with his strong hands guiding your hips as you ride him. Honestly, you wanted to cry. When was the last time you were on top? No, the real question was when was the last time you had sex with Bakugou. His groans were low and soft, music to your ears, and a signal for you to start moving.

He had his hands on your hips, aiding your movements and supporting you so that you wouldn't tire out too early. Bakugou's cock is hot and hard in your pulsing walls. You were so damn sensitive, not having the time to even recovering from the orgasm earlier, your cum coated his length. He paid no mind and focused on how tight your pussy was even after being stretched earlier. You tossed your head back, moaning his name to the Gods above and pleading silently.

"Look at you, moaning like a slut over my fucking cock." he grunts and reached to grope your breasts. Your moans encouraged him to meet your downward thrusts with his own upwards thrust. Without having to steady himself, Bakugou thrust upwards faster while rubbing and pinching your hardened nipples. The added simulation made you gasp and the swirling feeling inside your stomach was starting to build up.

"Please, Katsuki!" you pleaded.

"Don't stop! It feels good right there, go faster!" you begged so desperately that your head was starting to spin from the speaking to fast and all the panting. It was as if you were deprived of oxygen, like a fish washed onto the shore and flopping about. The sound of your skin slapping against one another and the sticky slaps produced from the slick that coated your thighs, served to turn Bakugou on even more. Your hands found purchase on his toned abs, bouncing almost violently against his cock.

It took some effort for you to open your eyes to see Bakugou's face tightened in concentration, his hands wandering everywhere from your breasts, waist, hips, and thighs. He can't keep his eyes off you, the tears pricking at the edges of your eyes and how his cock thrusts in and out of your cunt. He loves seeing your tits bounce along with your motions and how you can’t help but do anything but claw meekly at his chest and abs as he wrecks you in the best way possible.

"Come on, babygirl." he licked his lips, moving his hand around your waist to grope your ass. The slapping of your skin sounds obscene and your cheeks burn at the noise.

"I'm close!" you whined, unable to handle the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Bakugou groans, his mind losing it over the way your throbbing walls cling onto your cock.

"Fuck!" With a well-aimed thrust to your g-spot, you let out one last scream of his name, your pussy tightening around his cock and reached your climax. Bakugou swears under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening. He thrusts upwards a few times, moving your hips down as he cums, filling you up to the brim. You let out a small relieved sigh, falling against his chest as you listened to his racing heartbeat.

There was no way you could move at this moment, not when your legs feel like jelly and your head spinning from everything that happened. It took a moment for Bakugou to get over his fatigue before lifting you up and moving you to your shared bedroom. He kissed you on the forehead before leaving the room. You closed your eyes while Bakugou headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of a water for you. It was when the bed dipped next to you that you realize that he has returned.

"Katsuki, carry me to the bathroom, please." you whined, your thighs were still sticky from the mixture of your relaese and Bakugou's cum. You could feel it slowly dripping your thighs and it wasn't long until it hit the sheets. Of course, you don't want to deal with soiled bedsheets. Honestly, you questioned how he can still stand after all that.

"You're that tired?" he lightly taps your back as you whined.

"Who did all the work, huh?"

Bakugou rolled his eyes, fully aware of what you're trying to hint.

"Exactly."

Total: 2714 words Published: 13.10.2020

Thank you for requesting! ｡٩(ˊᗜˋ)و*｡ We take a long time to finish NSFW Requests. We hope you liked it! ― author Lou

Thank you for requesting it! Hope you enjoyed this! ― author Natsuki

Requests are open! Matchups are closed!

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patchofsunlight · 3 years

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Stand You | Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Bakugou insists he can’t stand stupid Y/N, even while he changes his entire routine to fit her in it.

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

WARNINGS: if this doesn’t show up on tags for the fifth time i will simply give up on it, cursing, bakugou is a lil bitch but he’s also a softie, there’s a nosebleed at one point but nothing concerning tbh, aizawa and recovery girl find young love amusing, shouto is baby

Y/N wasn’t sure of exactly when she started thinking of Bakugou Katsuki as a friend. Maybe it had been during their first year, after the first time he allowed her to join his study group alongside Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Mina; or maybe it had been a bit later, when she hugged him tight in the middle of a crowd, almost as if she could squeeze the pain being kidnapped by the League of Villains had brought him, and he let her — while All Might fought his last battle and all of Japan feared for its future, Bakugou let her hold him.

She was deeply aware of the fact he tolerated her at best, as he made that abundantly clear every chance he got. He didn’t exactly hate her presence, but she was on thin fucking ice, and, even though Y/N knew this, she still managed to somehow develop a crush on the angry ash blond, like the stupid idiot she was.

It was ridiculous, to be honest, especially considering how there was no way he would ever feel the same. She would go as far as saying he didn’t even know her name — “Stupid,” he called her (how enchanting!) —, so, yeah, there was absolutely no possibility of her feelings being reciprocated in any way, and the dumb hug they shared was nothing but a coincidence. He was a bit shaken, a bit shocked, and those few warm minutes didn’t really mean anything.

Y/N didn’t mind. She was okay being Bakugou’s friend, satisfied with study group meetings and the occasional sparring. That way, at least, she could be sort of close to him, and that was pretty much enough.

Katsuki wasn’t sure of exactly when he had stopped thinking of Y/N L/N as another stupid extra. Maybe it had been when he found himself walking a little slower while she accompanied him towards class, or maybe it had been a bit earlier, when she hugged him tight in the middle of a crowd, almost as if she could squeeze the pain being kidnapped by the League of Villains had brought him, and he let her — while All Might fought his last battle and all of Japan feared for its future, Bakugou let her hold him.

He didn’t particularly like her. She talked too much, too fast, too loud; she insisted on walking him to and from the dorms everyday; and she was weak, stupid, useless. To be completely fair, Bakugou would say he despised her.

And yet, he found himself around her way more often than necessary.

“Hey, Bakugou, wait up! Let’s walk together!”

He groaned loudly at the sound of her voice, having been hopelessly hoping she wouldn’t be able to catch up.

“Fuck, no. Get out of my way, Stupid!”

He slowed down nonetheless, soon walking by her side. Her smile was bright and excited as she kept on blabbering about something Kirishima had done when they were paired up on training that day.

He couldn’t fucking stand her.

“— and then he threw me off the training mat so easily! Who taught him how to do that? I wanna do that!”

“I don’t give a fuck, Stupid.”

“— but I won the second time we sparred, so I guess we’re even. It was fun.”

Y/N never seemed bothered by his harsh words. In fact, she usually either ignored them altogether, unfaltering and patient, or laughed and added some opinion of her own to his rage. It was maddening — she couldn’t take a hint.

Moments like this were common, almost routine. If Bakugou didn’t know better, he would’ve thought the girl had taken quite a liking to him. It was an obvious conclusion, considering she was always around him in some way or another, trying to spark up friendly conversation and letting him know how her day went.

(It was so, so calming to have her here like this. He would never admit it, but hearing Y/N’s endless rants brought him a sense of security he had never really felt before. She talked too much, that was for sure, yet he didn’t really care. It was okay if it was her.)

He couldn’t fucking stand her.

“Come on, try again. We’ve gone through this already.”

“I can’t, Bakugou. I—I’m sorry.”

The ash blond sighed, running a hand through his hair. The bite to his tone had disappeared after a couple of hours, red gaze intensely attentive to the frustrated tears gathering in the girl’s eyes. Every other student had gone back to their dorms, and the librarian seemed very intent on shooting the duo angry looks as if to tell them to hurry up and leave already, finally allowing their long afternoon shift to end.

“Yes, you can. I know you can. Try again, you’re almost fucking there.”

Katsuki had never been good at positive reinforcement. He was better at screaming and cursing and insulting, and, yes, he had tried that with Y/N a thousand times before, but he could see how hard she was trying. He noticed how disappointed and tired she was, and he couldn’t find it in himself to be anything less than what he recognized as incredibly soft. He was glad they were the only ones in the library — he wouldn’t know how to explain himself if anyone saw him like this, watching this random girl who he refused to call a friend mess up her homework in various different ways, talking quietly to stop her from crying.

“We don’t have all fucking day, Stupid. You can do this, go on.”

Yeah, definitely not good at positive reinforcement.

“Okay,” she inhaled deeply, pencil moving slowly through the paper, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

There was a slight crease between her brows as she worked, and Bakugou felt the sudden urge to rub it away, which he rejected immediately. That was ridiculous! There was no reason for things like this to plague his mind — L/N Y/N was an idiot, and he didn’t deliberately think about her in any way, form, or universe. She wasn’t worthy of his thoughts.

“Is this it?”

His attention immediately returned to the equations and messy notes on her notebook while he looked it over, a surprised glint taking his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s basically it. It could be better, but you got it right.”

“I did?”

“You did. I told you you could do it, Stupid.”

Katsuki choked on his own air when the girl jumped towards his place on the table, hugging him tightly by the neck while spouting a great variety of thank you’s and praise, disrupting the angry librarian. Bakugou could feel his cheeks heat up under the worker’s glare, both with irritation born from their silent attitude and from the weird warmth growing in his chest at Y/N’s attention.

It was the first time she hugged him since the kidnapping accident, and it felt different. It wasn’t a comfort hug like last time, no — it was almost like she had been so happy she couldn’t stop herself from touching him, and that thought alone was enough to send sirens flaring inside his head. Every single inch where her skin touched his seemed to tingle, a calming sensation flowing through his body.

He instantly decided he hated the feeling, pushing her off harshly but still a tad more carefully than he would’ve if it was anyone else.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, no need to freak out. Let’s just get done with this already and go back to the dorms.”

She smiled widely as she picked her things up, shoving them inside her backpack and patiently waiting for him to do the same. Strangely, the explosion boy couldn’t find it in himself to meet her eyes, avoiding the light blush he feared would coat his features when he saw her staring at him like that, with that pretty — no, not pretty, no, he didn’t think she was pretty in anyway — with that stupid smile on her face.

“I’m glad we can walk back together,” the girl declared cheerfully the moment they left the big and lonely library, strolling through the empty path side by side, the sun nowhere to be seen. “It’s late already.”

“Whatever,” he groaned back, refusing to look at her yet still maintaining a pace he was sure she could keep up with.

He couldn’t fucking stand her.

Bakugou felt hyper-aware of every movement beside him. For a few days now, his heart would pump a bit faster whenever she smiled, and his skin would crawl with what he could only describe as the craving to have her hold him again.

It made him weak, and he wouldn’t have it. Bakugou Katsuki was a lot of things, but he refused to be weak.

Specially because of someone like Stupid.

“What grade did you guys get on last week’s math test?”

They always sat next to each other during lunch. It wouldn’t be that bad if it wasn’t for how her knee touched his ever so softly, her body too close for comfort because of Kaminari’s presence on her other side, pressing onto her enthusiastically each time he spoke. Kirishima had asked her once if she wanted him to exchange places with the electric boy, but she simply laughed it off — Kaminari’s manners were endearing, in a way. For some reason, those words gave Katsuki the urge to break Kaminari’s nose.

“I got an 87,” Y/N declared, delight dripping from her words while she played with the food on her plate.

“Y/N!” Mina’s smile was so big it almost didn’t fit on her face. “That’s almost 30 marks higher than you got on our last test!”

“I know!” Bakugou scowled at her excitement before she turned her head to look at him, a sunny grin directed entirely to him, stealing all the air from his lungs. “Bakugou is an amazing tutor!”

“Damn right I am,” he managed to rasp out, clearing his throat loudly before shoving a bunch of spicy noodles in his mouth. Kirishima and Sero exchanged a look.

He would never admit it, the raw pride that consumed his chest at her happiness. He knew how hard she had worked for that test, and was glad to see it went even better than she expected.

“Maybe now you could tutor me, Y/N,” Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, causing a laugh to escape the girl’s lips while she turned away from Katsuki to stare at him.

“I would love to, but I’m pretty sure I would make your grades even worse.”

“Hey,” Bakugou barked angrily, fighting off the blush creeping up his ears, “don’t sell yourself short, Stupid. You’re not that much of a dumbass.”

A heavy silence fell down on the group, surprised stares pointed to the ash blond. He could feel his stomach twist in anger at the unwanted attention, yet something about the way her smile widened at his words caused his irritation to decrease exponentially.

“What are you idiots staring at?” he lashed out despite the calm settling inside his heart at the sight of her, rolling his eyes at the bunch of morons he called his friends.

“No, nothing,” Kaminari’s voice was high-pitched in obvious lying that brought out snickers from everyone else on the table but Bakugou himself. “Nothing.”

“It better be nothing, Dunce Face, or I’ll kill you.”

“Of course,” Kirishima bit down on his lip to contain his laughter, “don’t worry about it, Bakubro.”

The day went by slowly and way more often than not Bakugou found himself stealing glances towards where he knew Y/N’s seat was. There was a weird whispering in the back of his head, reminding him of how her arms felt around him when they hugged in the library the week before, reminding him of the warmth that invaded his skin and implanted itself in his brain, reminding him of how bright her smiles were and how nice her laughter sounded.

Oh, there was something wrong. Did she have some sort of secondary quirk guilty of making him feel like this? Never before had he ever given her much thought, even though he had to admit his mind wandered to her sometimes and he did try to somehow be nicer to her, but it wasn’t because he cared for her or anything, right? Of course not! He just thought she wouldn’t be able to take his usual self and he didn’t want to deal with her crying or whatever. It wasn’t because he cared about what she thought of him, hell no! Bakugou didn’t waste his time worrying about others, that wasn’t like him at all.

Bakugou Katsuki didn’t think about L/N Y/N, he didn’t, he wouldn’t.

The ash blond forced his gaze away from her once more, trying to make sense of what should’ve been neat notes instead of the mess of scribbles staring right back at him. He snarled to himself, immediately considering his disorganization as entirely her fault. How dare she play with him like this? How dare she think herself worthy of his time like this?

He couldn’t stand her.

And yet, less than two hours later, there he was, listening to her rant about this one movie she desperately wanted to watch while they walked beside each other after class. It would be so easy for Bakugou to pick up his pace and leave her alone, but his body refused to obey his mind’s wishes, and so he kept himself slow enough for her to stay with him.

He couldn’t fucking stand her.

His whole body was sore, barely able to move his arms after overusing his quirk all evening. Bakugou knew he shouldn’t push himself this hard, but he refused to falter, refused to stay behind and risk being weak again. He needed to get stronger, smarter, and, for better or for worse, that involved long training hours.

The path back to the dorms was strangely lonely without a certain girl keeping him company — not that Katsuki minded, he obviously didn’t. Some loneliness was very much appreciated after the last couple of weeks, which were filled with study group sessions and stupid walks.

He sighed heavily when the 2-A dorm finally came into his range of vision, causing his tired figure to relax. He was almost there — he would soon be able to eat something, take a nice shower, and then fall straight into bed. He would soon be able to rest, and that was the only thing in his mind.

The ash blond kicked his shoes away the moment he reached the door, tossing them aside without a second thought.

He would’ve liked to say he bee-lined to the kitchen.

He didn’t.

“Stupid, what the fuck are you doing?”

Y/N looked up from the common room coffee table, startled by the sudden interruption. She studied him for a second before answering, “I’m just looking over some homework. Why? Did something happen?”

He grunted in distaste, unable to stop himself from sitting down next to her on the couch. Every single one of his muscles felt like it was on fire from overexertion.

“It’s fucking late. Didn’t we study yesterday? Did you even have dinner yet?”

She tensed slightly at his angry questions, returning her stare towards the papers in front of them. “Yeah, but I just thought it’d be good to go over everything once more. I’ll just eat some crackers for dinner, it’s fine,” she shrugged nonchalantly, missing the way his eyebrows furrowed at her words, “where were you anyway?”

Katsuki simply rolled his eyes, arms crossed. “It’s none of your fucking business, Stupid. And you can’t have crackers for dinner, that’s not a proper meal.”

“What are you gonna do about it, Bakugou? Will you cook me dinner?” Her tone was teasing, joking, but he stood up immediately, snatching all the papers and notes from her and walking to the kitchen without a second of hesitation. “Hey, what the fuck!”

“Come with me already, you dumbass,” he snarled angrily, a tint of red covering his cheeks, “what do you want to eat?”

Her voice suddenly went soft, “Bakugou, I was kidding. You don’t need to get me dinner, I can just heat up some ramen or—”

“Shut the fuck up, Stupid. I was already going to cook dinner for myself anyway.”

He wasn’t, actually. He planned on eating leftovers from lunch, but he knew there wouldn’t be enough leftovers for both of them, and it was good to prepare some lunch for the next day, anyway. It wasn’t like he was doing it for her, of course not! It was just… Mutually beneficial. Yeah, it was mutually beneficial, not—not special treatment. He didn’t care about Stupid, he didn’t.

“Can I help with anything?” she asked nervously, face flushed from bashfulness and hands fidgety. Katsuki shook his head, ignoring the twitching pain on his forearms as he stirred the pot.

“Just sit down and wait.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N bit her lower lip with furrowed brows. “You seem tired, I don’t want you to do everything by yourself.”

An angry remark sat on the top of his tongue, but the ash blond hesitated. Well, if she helped with the simpler things this would be done faster, and he could go back to his room and rest earlier. Besides, the idea of cooking and spending time with Y/N in the kitchen caused some type of warmth to take over his chest — a warmth that wasn’t exactly insufferable.

It felt strangely soothing, hearing her hum while slicing vegetables and waiting for the noodles to cook through. It felt even more strangely soothing to sit before her on the kitchen table, staring anxiously while she took the first bite of his food. The worst, however, was the way her smile brightened up the room when she started rambling about how good it tasted and how much of a good cook he was and how he now had to cook for her more often. He disagreed loudly, the tip of his ears burning with embarrassment, saying he didn’t cook for her — he cooked for him, and she just happened to be there too. She cackled, and his heart seemed to burn.

He couldn’t fucking stand her.

Seventeen minutes. Y/N was seventeen minutes late.

Had she forgotten about it? God, she was the one who brought it up in the first place, and now she was the one making him wait. Katsuki felt incredibly stupid sitting in his dorm floor, a bunch of her favorite snacks neatly organized next to the nightstand and pillows on the ground for them to sit on. It was supposed to be a study date or whatever, even though he repeatedly refused to call it that (“it’s not a date, Stupid, it’s just one of our homework sessions like always!”).

They had been spending a lot of time together between studying at the library, walking to the dorms, and cooking and eating dinner, and Bakugou had to admit he didn’t absolutely hate it. Don’t get him wrong, Y/N was still annoying and stupid and insufferable but—but something about her made him come back every single time, ignoring the knowing looks from his friends and the snickers from his classmates.

Despite his anger, a bit of worry started to blossom inside the boy’s chest. Stupid Y/N (and he hated how affectionate the mean nickname sounded to himself at this point) was rarely late — he had been seeing her after school hours enough to know. The girl was always on time and, when she wasn’t, she made sure to let others know why.

There was no text from her, though, and it made his fingers twitch uncomfortably with the urge to make a phone call and check if everything was alright.

Not that he cared if she was alright or not, because he didn’t. She was just—just some girl who decided to invade his life with no permission whatsoever and then stayed. He didn’t care about her.

And yet—

“Hello?”

“IcyHot? What are you doing with Y/N’s phone? Where the fuck is she?”

Bakugou couldn’t muster any reason for why Todoroki would’ve been the one to pick up the call instead of her. They weren’t even friends! Yes, they knew each other and he was vaguely aware of the fact the two had sparring sessions every once in a while, but not enough so for Todoroki to feel comfortable using her phone or for Y/N to bail on their study date.

“Oh, Bakugou,” Shouto’s tone was as casual as always, almost as if this was a common occurrence (which it wasn’t), “hey. Y/N is with Recovery Girl right now. She got into a fight, but she is okay, just a few cuts and bruises. I was the one to stop the fight, so Aizawa asked me to wait around while she gets checked up on. Do you want me to tell her anything?”

Bakugou had been out the door when he heard the words “Recovery Girl”, speed walking to the nurse’s office while Todoroki rambled. He could feel his heart picking up its pace. Why would Y/N get into a fight? God, this wasn’t like her, and the prospect of someone purposely picking a fight with her filled him with the most raw type of anger possible.

“What the fuck did she get into a fight for?” he voiced his concerns, and he was pretty sure Todoroki just shrugged.

“These two boys were saying things about—”

“Todoroki? Who are you talking to?”

“Miss L/N, I’m still not done with you—”

Katsuki furrowed his brows at the commotion heard from the other end. He could easily recognize her voice, even though it sounded raspy and tired, but the next bit of conversation was too muffled for him to understand. The future hero could already see Recovery Girl’s office a few meters away, and it made him walk a bit faster.

“Give me the phone, Todoroki.”

“Miss L/N, you are still bleeding—”

The door opened violently. Y/N met Bakugou’s glare and felt a bad shiver go down her spine.

Shit, they were supposed to have that study date today. God, did he come all the way over there just to scold her?

Heavy silence fell over the small group of people. Aizawa and Recovery Girl exchanged a quick look, the small lady’s arm still extended towards the girl in a failed attempt to grab her and drag her back to the hospital bed, even though she was definitely not as hurt as they made her out to be. Yes, she had a bunch of nasty bruises after throwing hands with two random guys from the year above her, and, yes, her nose hadn’t stopped bleeding yet, but she was mainly okay. Todoroki had gotten there pretty quickly and stopped her from making things worse, so she was fine.

“What the fuck did you do, Stupid?”

Yeah, he definitely went all the way there to scold her.

“Uh. Now, that’s a good question!” She consciously chose to ignore the smirk on Aizawa’s face, pulling her phone from Todoroki’s grip a bit more violently than necessary. “You see, I’m sorry for my tardiness, I know we had plans, we still can—”

“I asked you what the fuck you did, Stupid. I’m waiting for my answer.”

“Miss L/N picked a fight with two third years after hearing them talk about one of her colleagues in public. Thankfully, Mr. Todoroki intervened,” their teacher cut in, crossing his arms and staring as the girl cleaned up a stray drop of blood on her lips with the back of her hand. “She’ll be getting a written warning and will hopefully stay out of trouble.”

“Yes, sir,” she muttered, frowning when Recovery Girl started fussing over her again, sticking band-aids all over the small cuts on her face. Y/N had refused to accept Recovery Girl’s quirk treatment, aware that she was very busy and that it wasn’t necessary for the school nurse to tire herself out for just a few bruises. She was so intent on glaring at her elders that she didn’t notice the worry swimming in Bakugou’s red gaze.

“Good. Can you two get her back to the dorms?”

“Yes, I—”

“Fuck off, IcyHot, I’m taking her back by myself. Find something to freeze or whatever.”

Katsuki grabbed her by the arm, dragging her out of Recovery Girl’s office without a second’s worth of hesitation. He wouldn’t even look at her, fuming the whole way to the dorms. Still, he walked slow enough for her to not struggle to keep up.

“Are you mad?”

He snickered humorlessly, “of course I am, Stupid. How the fuck did you get yourself into this? And you fucking left me waiting, too, you idiot.”

Usually, Y/N didn’t care about his harsh words. Y/N didn’t mind his angry remarks. This time, however, she felt tired, and she had just gotten into a fight because of him, so she refused to take it. She had tried so hard to get close to him, to make him like her. The girl could feel tears gathering in her eyes from fury and sadness — how stupid was she to actually believe he would ever like her, be it as a friend or more? She should’ve known better. Dinner and studying and walking together meant nothing to him. She was just a bother, and she should’ve noticed earlier.

Y/N halted, pulling her arm away from his hand with rage and deception coating her every feature, “shut the fuck up, Bakugou. I don’t have to give you any explanations, you piece of shit. If you’re so pissed about it, why don’t you just leave me alone, huh? I’m done keeping up with your bullshit. I always try to be a good friend to you and you just keep doing this! You keep pushing me away and treating me like an idiot, and I deserve more than that!”

The explosion boy had a crease on his forehead, a cold feeling going through his body. The angry look in her eyes was something he didn’t recognize, and suddenly she felt so unreachable, so far away. He quickly decided he hated it.

Why did he hate it, though? They had nothing to do with each other. They were barely friends. Wasn’t this what he wanted? He couldn’t fucking stand her, he didn’t care about her. This was what he had wanted for months now — for her to tell him to leave, for her to not stand him too. Why did it feel so wrong, then? Why did he feel the urge to collect her in his arms like she loved to do with him? Why did he just want to hold her and tell her he was worried and that he couldn’t wait to spend more time with her, that he couldn’t wait for their stupid study date? And, yeah, it could be a date if she wanted it to. God, he’d accept any name or title she gave their meetings if only they could go on forever.

How long had this been going on? When did she make him so attached to her? Why hadn’t he noticed it before?

“Fuck you, Bakugou,” she muttered, slightly out of breath after her short outburst, face dark with frustration, “those idiots were talking about you and about how you should be a villain or whatever, and I got mad. That’s how I fucking got myself into this, because I care about you. Thanks for caring, asshole.”

The girl turned to walk away, and panic bloomed in the boy’s chest. He didn’t know why exactly, but he knew he couldn’t let her leave. He couldn’t let her leave him, couldn’t let her think he didn’t care, because he was just now seeing he did — so, so much. Of course he cared about her and all her silly manners that made their way into his heart and stayed there, on the edge of conditioning him to feel better whenever she was around. Of course he cared about her and the study dates and the sparring sessions and all the stories she loved to tell, of course he fucking did. Of course.

Katsuki was quick to grab her arm again, pulling her so close to him their chests bumped. Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion.

“Bakugou, what the fuck are you—”

“I like you. I really—I really do,” he shook his head, trying to gather his own feelings. “A lot. I was worried. I’m sorry.”

Y/N blinked.

“You were worried? About me?”

“Yes,” he scratched the back of his neck, looking away to hide his blushed cheeks, which didn’t go unnoticed by her attentive eyes. A smile played on the corners of her mouth, and Y/N let herself enjoy the rapid bumping of her heart, the flustered sight of the one boy she had fallen for. Flustered because of her. She could feel a rush of confidence building inside her chest. “I guess… I guess I care about you, too. Even if you’re absolutely insufferable,” he added clumsily, causing her smile to widen considerably, “I can’t fucking stand you, to be honest. You annoy me to no end.”

“Now do I?” she took a step closer, so close that he could feel her breath on his face and it made his head spin. “You don’t seem very annoyed to me, Bakugou.”

“Katsuki,” he corrected thoughtlessly, feeling his face warm up even more when he took notice of his own words.

“Right,” Y/N nodded, smirk on her face, “Katsuki, then.”

He opened his mouth to make a mean remark that would push her away enough to give him space to breathe, but he was suddenly interrupted by her lips on his. Before he could register it, she was gone, speed walking back to the dorms. After a few shocked seconds, he started running after her, calling her name angrily and trying to conceal the dark red on his face, neck, and ears.

“Hey, come back here, Stupid! What the fuck was that?”

Bakugou couldn’t have ignored the way his heart fluttered at the sound of her laugh even if he tried, a lazy smile taking over his lips immediately.

“I can’t stand you either, Katsuki.”

“Oh, shut up.”

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A Classic Weasley Scheme

Fred Weasley x reader

synopsis: Fred asks you for an odd favor at the beginning of Summer holiday. Against your better judgement, you agree.

word count: 3.7k

warnings: nothing, maybe some swearing? I actually don’t remember.

Fred Weasley was walking purposefully across the grounds toward you and you did not like the look on his face.

You and Fred were not close. With you being a year younger than him, and him being a Gryffindor to your Slytherin, there weren’t that many opportunities for friendship. Still, you crossed paths. The Weasley twins were notorious for their pranking schoolwide, and you happened to have a bit of notoriety in the vein of scheming yourself. You were peers in mischief, so to speak.

In fact, that very thing had spared you from ever being pranked by the Weasleys. Until now, maybe, because Fred was definitely headed toward you, and he had on his scheming face, and suddenly you were glancing around at all the grass and trees and wondering what the hell kind of prank he could be hiding around there.

“(L/N), hey!” he called, a few long strides covering the remaining space between the two of you. Before you knew it, he was standing right in front of you, a self-assured smirk on his face.

“Fred, to what do I owe the pleasure?” you asked breezily, trying to discern from his body language whether or not you were about to get your shit rocked.

“I have a proposition,” he announced grandly, and you only cocked your head to the side, confused. Instead of clarifying, he only said “Walk with me.”

You’d finished your homework and really had nothing better to do, so you shouldered your book bag and fell into step on the path beside him.

“Okay, Weasley, are you going to tell me what this proposition is, or am I going to have to guess?”

“Relax, will you? Honestly, woman, I’m getting there,” he returned, and you rolled your eyes at him. “It seems I’ve dug myself a hole that I can’t quite get out of, and I need your help.”

“Oh? And what kind of predicament could you have possibly gotten yourself into, that you and George can’t fix for yourselves?”

“Well, see, that’s the thing. I can’t ask George for help. He’s the one I lied to.”

You looked at Fred incredulously. He lied to George? Rarely had you ever seen the two physically separated, let alone keeping secrets from one another. You had to admit, this had very much gotten your attention. “Okay, what have you lied about then?”

“A couple of weeks ago I told dear George that I had a girlfriend so that he’d stop trying to set me up with Mabel O’Neill, and I couldn’t tell him who she was because we were keeping it all very secret and thrilling,” he smirked waggling his eyebrows, “I planned to keep it up long enough that he’d forget about Mabel, and then I’d tell him we tragically broke up and I would move on with my life.”

“Sounds risky, seeing as you and George spend all of your time together,” you remarked.

“Don’t you think I know that by now?” he asked, “anyway, I had sort of forgotten about getting around to telling him that my girlfriend and I broke up, and he went and told my mum and now she’s expecting me to bring a girl home for the summer holiday.”

You let out a laugh. “That is quite the predicament, Fred.”

“Yes, yes it is. So, will you help me?”

“In what way?”

“Honestly, (L/N), I thought it was obvious. I need you to be my pretend girlfriend for a week.”

You burst out laughing again, but a quick look in Fred’s direction let you know that he was being completely serious. That only made you laugh all the more.

“Let me get this straight: you want me to come home with you for a week and pretend to be your girlfriend in front of your entire family, just so you won’t have to fess up to lying to George?”

Fred nodded. “Please, (Y/N), you’ve reduced a man to begging.”

“Why me?”

“You scheme, I scheme, this is just a longer version of all the other schemes you’ve ever done.”

You considered him for a moment. Truth be told, you didn’t have anything going on for summer holiday. In fact, every summer your parents were so busy with work they hardly had a moment to spend with you. It would probably be a relief to them if you were somewhere else for part of that time, because at least then they’d know you weren’t spending the day rotting inside your house.

“Yeah, okay. I’m in,” you said, extending your hand. Fred shook it animatedly.

“Fantastic! See you,” and with that, he ran off. You sighed, shaking your head as you watched his retreating form, before heading towards the castle.

***

A week later, you found yourself standing on the train platform, trunk and cage containing your owl in front of you. Fred had told you to wait for him before boarding the train, but clearly punctuality was not on his list of priorities.

Smoke billowing from the head of the train curled around the station, obscuring your view of nearly everything around. Which, of course, meant that Fred couldn’t pass up the opportunity to sneak up behind you and scare the shit out of you as a greeting.

He still had his hands on your shoulders when you whirled around, sending him a glare.

“You know, (L/N), I almost didn’t recognize you without your uniform on. You looked down at your green sundress, and back up at him.

“I still have the same face.” Fred laughed, hooking an arm around your shoulder and steering you towards one of the entrances to the train.

“I told George that I wasn’t sitting with him, because you and I wanted to sit alone,” he explained, “that way we can figure out the details of our ‘relationship’ before we get to the Burrow.”

“I’m spending this entire trip alone with you?” you asked, “lucky me.”

“Indeed. Now let’s find a compartment.”

It didn’t take long for you and Fred to find an empty compartment near the back of the train. He closed the door against the students in the hall, and took a seat across from you.

“So, what exactly did you tell George about you and your fake girlfriend?” you asked, trying to settle in more comfortably to your seat.

“I didn’t tell him much, just that my girlfriend was in a different house and that she was a private person so she wanted to keep our relationship under wraps.”

“Well, I am in a different house, and I do keep my life private, so that’s not much of a lie,” you conceded, “and, that gives us a lot of freedom in figuring out the details of this scheme together.”

“Right-o, (Y/N). First order of business, how did we get together?”

In the end, you two decided on a rather straightforward backstory. You’d gotten together two months earlier, when, after a quite messy prank, he helped you clean up. You two found out that you had more in common than you thought, and Fred had asked you on a first date to Hogsmeade, that weekend. Since the relationship was so new, you two had been keeping it on the down low in order to spend time getting to know each other in this new context. By the time the Hogwarts express was pulling into the station, the two of you had gotten your acts together.

“Right, (L/N), as soon as we open this compartment door, we’re officially fake dating,” Fred announced, turning to face you with his hand ready to open the door, “can I count on you to really sell this?”

“Of course, what do I look like to you?”

***

You were nervous.

You knew this was quite ridiculous, seeing as you were not Fred’s real girlfriend, and therefore had no reason to be nervous to meet his family, but that did not seem to matter to your brain.

You were trying to be rational about it. You already knew three other Weasleys, and they liked you well enough. You’d aided George with a prank or two in the last few years, and you gave Ron all of the notes you kept from the previous year when he didn’t want to do his own. Plus, you and Ginny were actually sort of friends, the kind who will sit together in the library to study just so you don’t have to sit alone.

The problem here was that Fred’s family included quite a bit more people than that. He had three more brothers, and his parents, and Harry and Hermione were coming to stay over holiday as well. That was a lot of people that you had to fool with this scheme. It was also a lot of people that you oddly felt you needed to like you.

Fred, feeling you tense beside him, grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight.

“Are you alright, love?” he asked, and you managed a nod before voices were shouting behind you.

“You’ve got to be bloody messing with me! Fred, there’s no way that (Y/N) (L/N) is your girlfriend,” the shocked voice of George Weasley called. The two of you whirled around to see him standing a few feet away, matching shocked expressions on his, Ron’s, Harry’s, and Hermione’s faces.

“Oh, sod off, George. You know I’m the ladies man out of the two of us,” Fred teased.

“(Y/N) --? You and Fr-- my brother Fred? Are you sure you’re all the way there, mentally, right now?” Ron asked, gesturing wildly between the two of you.

You let out a small laugh, nodding. “Yes, Ronald, me and your brother Fred are dating. And I happen to have all of my mental facilities about me.”

“Well, er, congratulations to you two,” Hermione smiled brightly.

“Thank you very much. Now, Mum’s probably off her head thinking we’ve died because it’s taken us so long to find her,” Fred said, turning and pulling you by the hand into the crowd. You wove between reuniting families, holding tightly to Fred’s hand so you don’t lose him in the crowd. Not that that would be very easy, what with him being a head taller than eighty percent of the people in the vicinity, with flaming red hair.

Before you were really ready, you and Fred were stopping in front of a kind looking red headed couple. You had never seen Mr. and Mrs. Weasley in real life, but it was easy to tell who you were looking at.

“Fred, there you are! I was getting worried,” Mrs. Weasley said, pulling her son into a bone-crushing hug. As she pulled away, her eyes landed on you. “And you must be the darling girl we’ve heard so much about!”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Weasley, I’m (Y/N) (L/N),” you said, offering your hand for shaking. She just chuckled, surpassing your hand and pulling you into a hug with the same enthusiasm as when she hugged Fred.

“We are so happy to have you for the holiday, love!” You were saved from having to figure out an awkward reply by the arrivals of the others behind you.

“How’m I doing so far?” you whispered to Fred.

“Fantastic,” he beamed. “Mum loves you!”

***

The Burrow was the coziest home you had ever set foot inside of. Every room was stuffed to the brim with vibrant, eclectic furniture. Everything about the place screamed life, yelled that people lived there, loved and laughed and held each other in these rooms. You couldn’t get enough of it.

“Right, (Y/N), dear, you’ll be staying in with Ginny and Hermione,” Molly said, as the large group emptied into the house, “Ginny, show the girls upstairs so they can put away their things.” The redheaded girl nodded, motioning for you and Hermione to follow.

“You know, it’s been a while since we’ve had the house so full,” Ginny noted.

“I’ve never been in a house so full,” you responded, “only child.”

“Me too,” Hermione said. An awkward silence fell upon the trio as you made your way up the stairs. It dawned on you then that you had never really had a deep, personal conversation with either of them, and you were about to spend the holiday as their roommate. It’s not that you didn’t want to be their friend, it was just, again, like with Fred and George, there weren’t that many opportunities to forge a friendship. Everyone else in this house was a Gryffindor, had been living together their whole lives or rooming together since they were eleven. You were feeling distinctly out of place.

That is, until the three of you made it into the room. Ginny’s room was distinctly Ginny: drenched in the Gryffindor colors and covered in Quidditch posters. Ginny tossed the belongings she carried up into the corner by her bed and turned her freckled face to you.

“So,” she started, collapsing onto the bed, “Fred, huh?”

“Oh, (Y/N), do tell what you possibly see in him,” Hermione said as she arranged her things next to one of the two cots that had been set up in the room.

“There’s not much to say,” you started, thinking carefully of what to say next. “Fred and I just… clicked. He’s fun, and good to me. He makes me happy.” Ginny had a look of slight disgust on her face, but Hermione’s beaming face was flushed with happiness.

“That’s adorable! I mean, I never expected Fred to find someone… not at school, at least, and certainly not you,” Hermione said, “but seeing you two together does look right.”

“I’m sorry, I just can’t imagine anyone wanting any of my brothers,” Ginny said abruptly, causing Hermione and you to burst out laughing.

“Ginny! Girls! Come wash up and help with dinner,” the faint voice of Mrs. Weasley floated up the stairs.

***

Family dinner was an affair, and you couldn’t get enough of it. With the extra chairs for guests, there was barely room to get to a seat, let alone move. The table was full of delicious looking food, and everyone was talking over each other, arguing and laughing. You had been introduced to Bill, Charlie, and Percy, the only Weasley children you had not formally met, and they seemed to welcome you. You were wedged into a seat between Fred and Harry, so close that your arm and Fred’s were constantly touching.

It took you a minute to notice that Fred was nudging you to get your attention, not just because he had no space. When you did, you turned to him, a smile on your face.

“You hanging in there, love?” he asked, quietly. In the din of the room it was easy to have a somewhat private conversation masked by the noise.

“If I knew your family was this cool, I would have agreed to date you ages ago,” you grinned. Fred laughed, hooking his arm around you and pulling you into a hug as best he could, before letting go.

***

You waited for Ginny and Hermione to fall asleep, before leaving your cot and descending the stairs as quietly as you could. Despite being exhausted, you couldn’t sleep at all. You kept replaying the day through your head; it was completely jam-packed of memories you knew you’d hold with you for a long time.

You were surprised to find the kitchen light on when you made it to the first floor. You hesitated at the bottom step, wondering if you should just go back up so as to not disturb whoever else was still awake. Probably they thought you were intruding on their private time. It wasn’t your house, after all.

“(Y/N)? Is that you?” You had just turned to head back up the steps when you heard Fred’s voice. Turning back around, you crossed the floor to the familiar redheaded boy standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

“Why are you up so late, Weasley?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I just wasn’t very tired,” you shrugged, “your turn.”

“George is snoring extra loud tonight,” he said, and you laughed quietly.

“Our first day went pretty well, huh?” you said after a moment.

“ ‘Pretty well’? It went amazing, love! Hell, if I didn’t know better, I would’ve bought it myself.” You nodded in agreement as Fred retreated back into the kitchen, grabbing a bright green mug from one of the cabinets. He filled it with orange juice, before returning the carton to the fridge and leaning on the counter, facing you. His orange hair was mussed about his head, as if he’d tried to sleep before eventually giving up, and there was some sleepiness fogging his eyes.

“You know (L/N), I always wished we were closer,” he said abruptly, “the more I think about it, the more I don’t understand how we weren’t. I mean, you fit perfectly with me. And George.” Fred had become somewhat flustered by the end of his sentence, jumbling his words in a way that had you laughing softly, a bright smile on your face.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” you hummed, “I think, if I were a Gryffindor we would have been best friends the minute I stepped on campus at eleven.”

“I’m glad we’re getting close now, even if it is a couple years late.”

“Better late than never, right?” you said.

“Right.”

***

The next few days went by quicker than you thought possible. It was unusually sunny and hot for England, and you, Harry, and Weasleys took advantage of the weather by playing Quidditch in the garden for the long hours of the afternoon. Hermione sat in the shade on the sidelines, occasionally cheering Ginny on in between getting a headstart on the required reading for next year.

In the mornings, you, Hermione, and Ginny helped Mrs. Weasley prepare breakfast. It never felt like a chore, waking up early in the morning and cooking, as it had become the time of the day that you were able to bond with the girls-- that, and the hour or so before bed, when the three of you congregated on Ginny’s bed and talked about anything and everything before sleep came calling.

After breakfast, you and Fred always did something together. At first, it started to make your fake relationship more realistic, but the little activities he planned had quickly become your favorite part of the day. You’d taken a picnic blanket out to the top of the hill and laid under the sun for a few hours, sipping iced tea and goofing off. You’d gone on walks down the little trail in the thick copse of trees down the road, you collecting flowers off the side of the path as you went, him picking up frogs and chasing off dragonflies. You taught Fred how to make a lemon cake once, which surprisingly did not end in the two of you destroying Mrs. Weasley’s kitchen. All the while, you’d gotten to know Fred better. Every single thing you learned made him more endearing to you.

After dinner and the long parade of showers was over in the evening, everyone crowded into the living room, partly for tea, partly to carry on conversations and arguments from the dining table. You and Fred squished into the large armchair closest to the fireplace each night; Fred’s arm resting behind your back, your legs laid over his lap. You would talk to each other mostly, or listen to the other conversations going on. You tried to pretend that you didn’t notice when the others stared at the two of you, like they still couldn’t believe it.

Now, you only had a couple of days left at the Burrow, and you felt the dread of leaving beginning to settle in. The Summer was going to feel so empty without the Weasley clan constantly around. The rest of the summer was bound to be as empty and lonely as you could imagine. With two muggle parents, you were bound to spend the summer totally without magic, alone in the park or the library in London.

Most surprising to you, though, was how much you knew you were going to miss Fred. You hated to admit it, but some sort of real feelings had grown inside you for Fred. You had a soft affection for the boy who only seemed to make you like him more by the day. You supposed the whole operation was ill-fated from the beginning. You were bound to end up this way.

You and Fred were sitting in the garden after dinner, waiting to be called in for tea. He was sprawled out in the grass on his back, looking up at the stars, and you were sitting cross-legged beside him, leaning on your elbows.

“You know, I’ve never seen so many stars from my flat-” you started, looking over at the boy, only to find he was already looking at you. “What, Weasley?”

Fred sat up, a goofy smile adorning his face. “If I tell you, you’re going to laugh.”

“No! Have a little faith in me, will you?” you asked, mockingly scandalized.

“I’m bloody serious, (Y/N).”

You stopped laughing, and put on the most serious face you could muster. “Fred, I pinky swear, no matter what you say, I will not laugh.” Fred heaved a sigh, closing his eyes.

“(Y/N), I know this started as a fake relationship, but… I don’t think my feelings are completely fake anymore,” he said earnestly, “and it’s alright if you don’t feel the same way, but I couldn’t just keep on pretending without telling you.”

“Fred Weasley, you are definitely thicker than everyone says if you seriously don’t think I feel the same way,” you said bluntly.

You watched his face as he realized what you said, a grin breaking out across his dimpled cheeks.

“Really? You do?”

“Yes, of course! Did you really think that I was that good of an actor?” you asked. Fred laughed, drawing you in for a hug.

“Is it safe to say I can kiss you now?” he asked, face inches away from yours. You nodded vigorously, causing him to laugh as he cupped your face in both hands and brought your lips to meet his. The kiss was slow and sweet, and felt as natural as if the two of you had been together forever.

“I can’t believe I was able to wait so long to do that,” Fred laughed.

“Neither can I.”

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A little Distraction Part 2

This was prompted by the wonderful AO3 users what_on_io, DetReed900 and aguuah! Hope you enjoy it here too, it has been fun to return to a reverse AU again!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900, Hancon/Hannor | AU: reverse AU (Warning: mentioned physical abuse, implied sexual abuse) tumblr link of part1 not available anymore [Part3] [Part4] [Part5] [>read complete on AO3]

‘Are you alright?‘ Richard watched the android stand in front of the mirror in his hallway next to the door. He was glitching still, motions jerky and disrupted halfway through. Over and over again he touched the gash on the bridge of his nose, then pushed a strand of hair back. Richard wasn’t sure whether it was a software error causing him to go through the same idle animations or if it was a nervous tick. Maybe it was both, he thought. He had underestimated how human they could be before. No surprise they would suffer from human problems too. ‘Y-y-yes.’ Gavin turned away from the mirror. ‘I doooon’t know h-h-how to bind a tie.’ Richard huffed amused and took a step forwards. The android stepped back immediately. ‘I can help you with it’, Richard offered then, staying where he was. Gavin played with the seam of his shirt. It was at least one size too big for him, but it was a lot better than the torn clothing from before. He looked… cute? He definitely looked cute, but the more prominent impression was that he looked lost.

The android stood in the hallway of a house he didn’t know in clothing that wasn’t his own with a stranger. Richard dared to say he knew the feeling all too well. Everyone he had ever met felt like a stranger to him no matter how much time they spent. ‘No. I can figure it out myself.’ Richard watched him struggle tying a knot and as he finally managed to get the order of loops right, it still looked lopsided and messy. The android’s shoulders slumped in a jerky motion and Richard’s eyes rested on his LED. It had never changed from red, but he thought to see it speed up. ‘You don’t have to wear one at all’, he tried gently then. ‘My brother always calls me an uptight idiot with a stick up his ass.’ The android flinched at his words but relaxed a bit as Richard laughed to himself. ‘You know what? I won’t wear one either, it’s stupid.’

He hurried to untie his and undo the first button of his shirt. Then he threw the tie on his disused phone counter and took his keys. With some hesitation Gavin undid his too and put it on the counter neatly folded, careful not to touch anything but the fabric although his hands were shaking and trembling in malfunctions. ‘You don’t have to accompany me’, he tried again. ‘If you are this nervous.’ ‘I-I-I’m not nervous!’, Gavin called out. ‘I’m just broken! And… And… Phck!’ ‘Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me.’ ‘Phck you! What the h-h-hell is your prooooblem? Wh-wh-what do you want fr-fr-fr-fr-from meeee?’ ‘I don’t want anything-‘ ‘No! What is your-r-r intentiooon? Tell me. You want me to become yoooour house-m-m-maid? You want someone to phck? Someone wh-wh-who has to obey you? S-s-s-s-someoooone who can’t say no? What do you want? Why d-d-d-did you take me from the scraaaapyard?’

Richard sighed and turned around to lean against the wall. He looked to the ceiling, holding eye-contact and telling the truth about his feelings impossible for him. ‘I want to help you. That’s really all there is. I’m a cop. I’m supposed to do good, but all I see is me making life worse for people who had never gotten a chance most of the time. I refuse to believe people become drug dealers and robbers on their own terms. Too often I think I’m just taking care of the symptoms of a failing system and usually that’s when I get drunk and my brother has to pull me out of some ditch. So okay, you want to hear I’m some terrible human that wants to use you? Fine. Yes, I want to use you to make myself feel better. To know I did some true good in this world, okay? I don’t really have friends because I’m who I am. I have problems keeping up contact with my brother. The last time I saw someone happy because of what I’ve done was… Fuck, I don’t know anymore. And I know, that’s my own fault for not getting out there more, for not talking more to those who like me and for overthinking every friendly word. But I can’t change that.’ He sighed deeply and let himself sink to the ground. ‘Hell, taking you away from that scrapyard was a heat of the moment decision because I was fed up with… everything, I guess. I wanted to change something. And if it’s just changing up my own routine a bit. So there you have it. What’s your verdict, huh?’

He felt the android looking at him, but he didn’t lift his head. Incredibly silent he finally got an answer: ‘You are broken too.’ Richard huffed. ‘Maybe. Wait… Too?’ He heard the android glitch, servos whirring from wrong instructions. Then the android was sitting next to him – still at a save distance but closer than before. ‘I once had a faaaaamily. I-I-I-I was bought as a home s-s-s-security system with the aaaaadded benefit of having a fully functionaaaal caretaker program inst-st-st-stalled. He was divorced, I never found out whyyyy. I knew he had kids and tried to get them b-b-b-back and that he had severe anger-issues. Maybe he had been violeeeeeeeent, I don’t know. I only knew he was lonely, that’s why he got meeee. I was his only company until he met someone. A s-s-s-single mother with two kids. He was lovely to them. But he was aaafraid to lose them like his last family, soooo-‘ Gavin’s voicebox broke off and Richard looked up. The android had hugged his arms around his torso.

‘Wheneeeeeever h-h-h-he waaas angry, he-he-he’ The malfunctions of his vocal box got worse, so Richard said what he doubted the android could vocalise: ‘He beat you so he didn’t hit his wife or kids.’ Gavin nodded, hugging himself closer. ‘It was f-f-fine, my mission was to p-p-p-protect the family. And b-b-by letting him do as pleased I- I kept them saaaafe.’ Richard waited, but the silence stretched. ‘How did you end up on the scrapyard?’ ‘Deviancy. He heaaaard other androids in myyy situation disobey and a-a-a-attacking their humans. He was scared. He drove me a-a-away to the s-s-scrapyard. Heee told me- He p-p-promised me to come back. Said I should wait f-f-for him. That he would cooome back for me when h-h-he was ready to face the con-con-consequences of his actions.’

‘But aren’t you deviant? Why did you stay?’, Richard asked. ‘I’m d-d-deviant. I deviated because I thought I w-w-was family. But he didn’t trust me and j-j-just duuumped me there. I stayed because I still believe he was a good person. He had a problem h-h-he didn’t seek heeeelp for. But he cared a lot about his family. Juust not about m-m-me.’ Richard sighed. ‘I can bring you back to the scrapyard if you want to keep waiting’, he offered. ‘I’m sorry, if you-‘ ‘No. D-d-don’t be sooorry for wanting to heeelp’, Gavin interrupted. ‘And l-l-like you said, I doubt he would cooome. I w-w-waited for so long. Maybe it’s time for… change.’ ‘How can I help then?’ Richard focussed on Gavin’s eyes for once and they found his as if establishing connection. ‘You already did. C-c-caring about me. Helping me. Noooot wanting something back. I… would you mind me st-st-staying? As a test maaaybe?’ Richard smiled. ‘Sure. I think some company would do me good as well.’ Gavin looked away and nodded to himself. ‘Then it’s a deal. But I can go whenever I w-w-want?’ ‘Of course.’ Gavin let his head hit the wall behind him and for the first time the movement didn’t cause any glitches in the rest of his body. He even closed his eyes. It was a whole new display of relaxation and Richard took it in, surprised and intrigued by it.

Then Richard’s phone disturbed the silence. He took it out and answered, grimacing as he heard Connor’s voice. ‘Nines, I know you said you would be late, but please tell me you are coming sometime this century! The food’s getting cold and Hank’s the only one to keep me from driving over to you and pulling you with me personally! I swear, if you are not already on your way, then I’ll-‘ ‘We are already outside!’, Richard lied and got an amused huff from the android next to him. ‘I’m opening the door as we speak, but I can’t drive with a phone in my head as you should know, so I’ll end the call now.’ ‘Nines, you have your location on, I can see you’re still at home, I dare you, don’t lie to me agai-‘ Richard ended the call seriously scared of what Connor was threatening to do to him. They better hurried to Connor’s Christmas dinner. He opened the door and jumped out, cursing as he realised that he had forgotten to put on any shoes. Gavin appeared at his side, throwing them towards him and walking towards the car, shaking his head.

‘D-d-d-definitely broken’, he commented chuckling.

[>next part]

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh reverse AU #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #human RK900 #android Gavin #Connor dbh #RK800 #damn I loved this story so much when I wrote it last year #It's weird and funny at the same time to get back to these projects through the archive project on AO3 #Because I see my old writing style and see how much I've changed #I didn't get better I think but my style got more fluent #I think #Anyways I'm back and I love reverse AUs far too much #A shame the hype about them is gone and not many new stories are written for it now that the artists are gone #But well I have a few long stories up my sleeve that will be fun

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