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miniimight · 7 months

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can you write one where mikey tries so hard to hide your relationship but he lets you into toman without you really being all that strong (he just wanted you around) and some members try to hit on you and he teaches them a lesson?

I LOVE YOUR WORK BTW!!!! OMG

HIDDEN RELATIONSHIP ! but some new toman members make it not-so-hidden

with mikey + fem!reader

warnings unwelcome attraction, they corner you and try to force you into a date, a guy puts his hands on you against your will

notes i love this request !! :D i think i went overboard tho lol

mikey was the epitome of attention as the leader of the growing toman. he really couldn't help the fact that emma was known as his sister, but he desperately tried to keep the fact that you were his girlfriend under wraps. couldn't have dumb kids trying to use you against him or get you caught up in gang wars.

every time he dropped you home, you slid off his bike and handed him his spare helmet (more like his only helmet, cuz he didn't wear one).

"bye, mikey." you hummed. "pick me up tomorrow?"

you didn't even have to ask. "yeah." he leaned back in his seat, one hand resting on the bike handle while the other was held in front of you, palm towards the dusky sky.

you slipped your hand into his and he squeezed it, lingering as if he were contemplating something. you waited patiently.

he was so tempted to pull you back into his arms. who cares about the toman meeting when it meant a few more minutes with you?

he sighed and gave in, pulling you closer to the bike bashfully. he looked shy to ask. he'd never spent much time with you after school as he usually ran with his friends. but this time... he just wanted you close.

"ride with me?" he mumbled. "...again?"

you tilted your head slightly. "but... i thought you were gonna hang out with your friends?"

he tugged you forward, forcing a little yelp out of you as you fell into his shoulder. he hugged you tightly, his voice muffled against your chest.

"we never get to hang out for long..." he said. just this once, and no one will notice. maybe he could introduce you to his close friends this time? "it'll be okay. trust me."

you smiled and climbed on again, clasping the helmet buckle under your chin. "okay."

his bike roared to life, zooming down the streets.

[]

he parked his bike nearby, but far away enough so that it'd look like he walked to the meeting spot. your eyes drank the sight of the crowd down there. you knew who mikey was and what he was involved in, but never actually saw it for yourself.

he pouted. "why do you look so surprised?"

you chuckled. "aw, don't pout. i know you're a hotshot, mikey, but seeing all your guys is a different thing."

"not all of them are my guys." mikey whipped out his phone. "anyways, i want you to meet my sister."

you blinked, whipping your head to face him. he already had the phone to his ear. "now?!"

mikey grinned mischievously. "hey emma? i've got someone here, come to where all the bikes are parked."

after a few minutes, his sister came running up with a groan. "what do you want mikey—oh!" emma's jaw dropped. "a girl?!" she pointed an accusatory finger at mikey. "explain yourself!"

mikey smirked proudly and pulled you closer, his arm strung around your shoulders. "a girlfriend."

"girlfr—?!" emma paced in a frustrated circle. "and you didn't tell me?!"

"yeah, cuz it's supposed to be a secret!" mikey retorted, huffing. "and i know you'd just tell ken-chin or something."

emma gaped at the two of you for a moment. you waved meekly, squeaking a "hi, emma. i'm y/n."

she rushed towards you, clutching your hands in hers. "tell. me. everything."

mikey smiled despite his front of annoyance, ruffling both your heads as he walked by. "come on."

as mikey walked, gang members scurried away to make ample room for their president and the two that flanked him: his sister and who they assumed was her guest. he soon reached the platform where all the captains gathered. his crew looked more curious than confused at your presence.

"oi, emma," draken narrowed his eyes at the blonde, the first to pipe up. "you can't just bring whoever you want to these things."

emma opened her mouth to retort, but mikey nudged her side. that was enough to make her revise what she was going to say. "whatever."

you, on the other hand, were confused, thrown into a whole new environment that you knew nothing about. seeing all these violence-prone tough guys made you feel so small and weak.

mikey observed you as your eyes nervously darted across the crowd of toman. he leaned towards you to whisper while his friends were occupied by a chatty emma, his hair brushing against your ear. "just stay where i can see you and you can see me."

"so, at the front?" you gave him a skeptical look.

"wherever you want, i just wanna see your face." he smiled, eyes closed. heat rose to your face as you cast your gaze elsewhere. dork.

you and mikey were pulled from your own little world when emma huffed and puffed at draken.

"ugh, this is boring anyway!" emma turned on her heels. "come on, y/n!"

"oh! okay..." you blinked and gave mikey a parting glance.

the boys watched the two of you race down the steps.

draken scoffed, standing at mikey's side. "why was that girl looking at you like that?"

mikey smiled to himself, his heart thrumming happily. "dunno. might be in love with me or something."

they all laughed at him. yeah, as if!

"emma, slow down—!" you grunted as you wove through all the boys gathered, ignoring their smirking or curious faces as you desperately tried to keep her flowy blond hair in your sight. but it was dark and the black uniforms didn't help one bit.

you paused, looking around.

you lost her. you cursed and just focused on making your way to the back, being alone around all these weird teenagers didn't sit well with you.

"hey."

the firm grip around your wrist sent chills down your spine. you tugged once in a hopes to slither away but with no luck.

"what're ya doing here?"

you turned to see a group of guys surrounding you. your heart dropped into your stomach. your eyes drifted upwards. you couldn't see over their heads; you couldn't see mikey.

"oh, just hanging out with a friend..." you answered. "i'm gonna go now..."

"hold on, you think we buy that?" the one doing all the talking scoffed. "you're a girl here at a gang meeting, what 'friend' are you visiting, huh?!"

you flinched at the tone, unable to find the words.

"wanna know what i think?" he bent down to look you in the eye. "think you're just looking for attention. what, need a boyfriend, sweetheart?"

you hurriedly shook your hands, staring at them with panic. "no! no, i have one! i have a boyfriend." you hoped that would deter them, you desperately hoped they would leave you alone. your head swiveled around. some were taking amusement in the interaction, others were turning a blind eye.

"really?" he asked.

you found yourself glaring at him, despite the uneven match. "yeah."

the boy paused and surveyed you, his nasty gaze raking over you. his lips curled into a smirk. "ha! why should i believe you?"

you resolve crumbled. you whimpered at the failed attempt to get the fuck out of here which did nothing for your case.

"aw, sad you got found out?" he grinned down at you, shoving his hands in his pockets. "it's okay, we can go somewhere together after this, how about that?"

you scoffed, crossing your arms. "i said i have a boyfriend." who, for all the class he lacked, had way more class than this piece of shit.

that seemed to anger the boy. "quit lyin, we know you ain't got shit."

mikey, please just notice me. you begged silently, hoping for some miracle that'd get you out of this situation.

"did you hear me?" the boy hissed, grabbing your wrists. you gasped and glared at him, pulling against him with all your might. "quit—" he grunted. "cut that out!"

you felt cornered and tears pooled in your eyes. your heart felt almost cold as you let your impulses take over, screaming, "let go!"

mikey was eagerly listening as his captains addressed the gang, but his mind was still looking for you in the crowd. he searched for minutes and still couldn't find anything.

he wilted. was he just a bad boyfriend? not being able to recognize his girl in a crowd?

then he heard murmuring, hushed whispers, before he heard your voice.

"let go!"

his face scrunched and he rose to his feet. let go? who had their hands on you?

he marched to the front of the platform, scanning the crowd with newfound intensity. draken seemed to notice and did the work for him.

"oi!" draken's voice made the gang fall silent. even the guy who acted big froze in front of you. "why the fuck do you have your back turned to your leader when he's addressing you?"

mikey saw a couple boys distance themselves from the commotion, where he saw. anger flared into his body and he itched to beat someone to death.

you were looking at him, completely distraught.

he flew down the stairs, shoving past the members towards you. hatred radiated off him in waves as his eyes never left the sight in front of him. someone—his gang members—were fucking disrespecting you. he felt embarrassed and enraged.

the boy who had pressured you immediately let go. you stumbled backwards before looking at mikey. even now, you didn't know if you should run to him in front of everyone.

your doubts were squashed when he opened his arms. you inhaled deeply. your breath shook as you blinked the tears from your eyes, speedwalking towards him. the silence was killing you. what a reveal, you thought. you didn't care though, just happy to be in mikey's arms.

mikey hugged you tightly, pulling back to observe you for any damage. he ghosted his fingers over your wrists. "did they hurt you?"

you gulped at the menacing edge to his voice. you shook your head. he gave your wrists a soothing squeeze.

the aggressors' eyes flickered between you and their leader.

you smiled sweetly and pointed at mikey, mouthing boyfriend!

they paled.

you grinned. get fucked.

"do you know what you just did?" mikey asked, shrugging off his coat and putting it around your shoulders. he walked past you.

"h-hey... i didn't know—" the guy scrambled backwards, his voice dripping with desperation.

"who cares?" mikey's eyes were cloudy. "even if she weren't mine, are you trying to make toman look bad? if you're gonna be pathetic, do it somewhere else."

the guy took that as a cue to leave, quickly turning around.

"who said you could leave?"

you blinked and he was on the ground, mikey's foot landing gracefully.

"huh?" you mumbled. before you could even process it, he was standing over the other bystanders, holding them by their shirt as he landed punch after punch.

when they were all piles of bones on the floor he stood up, dusting his pants and slipping his hands in his pockets. "you're not welcome in toman. you better not let your faces be seen around here any more or i'll bash your head in."

you pulled the wings of mikey's coat closer to your body. despite the violence, you felt... warm and soothed by mikey's actions.

draken dismissed the meeting and the gang practically ran out of there, eager to get out of mikey's area of impact. the founding members and emma remained.

mitsuya looked sheepish when he asked, "i guess she really was in love with you, huh?"

mikey turned his nose in the air. "of course. why would i lie about that?"

pah scoffed. "do you even know yourself?"

you inched closer to mikey, unsure of your place here. he held you by your waist, reassuring you. your racing heart slowed down, little by little.

"hey." surprisingly, draken looked a little embarrassed, probably because he treated you like some rando when you were mikey's girlfriend. "you... we're not like that brat, okay?"

"yeah, what a disgrace!" pah interrupted, huffing.

"you don't have to be afraid." draken continued, glaring at pah. "just like mikey, we'll look out for you."

you smiled, coming out of mikey's side just a little. "thank you. i'm y/n, by the way."

mitsuya groaned. "oh, now it all makes sense." you voiced a confused hum and he elaborated, telling you that mikey would always go on and on about you. his friends thought you were just a crush of his, and since they'd never saw you they honestly thought you were a figment of his hormonal imagination.

your cheeks burned. "oh... no, i'm totally real."

emma peeked out from behind draken. her eyes were glossy and she sniffed, toddling towards you. "y/nnnn!" she wailed, hugging you. "i'm so sorry!"

you pat her back. "emma, it's not your fault! oh my god. please don't cry!" you looked at mikey for help but he just smiled. that smile faded when he realized that his friends and sister were slowly pushing him outside their little circle, wanting to know everything.

"okay, get off." mikey's demeanor changed in an instant. he slipped in under draken's arm and grabbed your hand, tugging you behind him.

"hey, no fair!" emma exclaimed, running after her brother. "you had her for who knows how long but i can't even get to talk to her for five minutes?!"

mikey sped up, laughing. "she's my girlfriend, not yours!"

"mikey!"

his bright laughter brought a smile to your face. he mounted his bike and made sure you were secure before revving off into the distance, his friends hot on his tail.

you gripped mikey's torso, nuzzling into his back. "thank you."

"don't thank me." mikey replied, quiet. "should've never happened in the first place."

your cheek rested on his shoulder blade, staring at him. his hair cascaded just enough to obscure his eyes from view. "i'm glad i have a strong boyfriend to protect me." you giggled.

his chest puffed with pride. "i am pretty strong."

you rolled your eyes.

"but it's not just us anymore." he turned his head to meet your eyes. "you have a new family, now. and they're all gonna look out for you."

your jaw hurt from how hard you smiled. your heart fluttered. resting your head on his back again, you squeezed him tight.

[]

the peaceful drive soon turned into a competition when the toman captains tried to race mikey down, determined for answers. emma, who rode on draken's bike, was especially vicious.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers #tokrev fluff #sano manjiro #manjiro sano x reader #mikey x reader #mikey fluff #mikey imagines #mikey sano #tokyo manji gang

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gojo-mochi · 4 months

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thinking about toji sneaking into your dorm room in campus and being so mean and rough making it game too see how long you can stay quite ❤️

SORRY FOR THE SUPE LATE REPLY BTW

HE WOULD BE SO MEAN ABOUT IT; blame you for not keeping quiet while he's pounding you smh.

You even live with a roommate in your dorm, though she’s quick to leave once she sees Toji strolling in. You don’t even know how he manages to sneak in here all the time; it's like no one can see him at all. It was another study night for you, and this time you were alone. Your roommate opted to study at her friend’s place, leaving you lonesome in the dorm. Biting at the end of your pen as your brain tries to make sense of your lecture notes in front of you, you heard the door opening but passed it off as your roommate coming back for something.

The footsteps were a lot heavier than those of your roommates, but your brain was completely fried at this point. Not until those footsteps stopped right behind you and a pair of strong arms started to wrap themselves around your waist. “Hey, doll~” Your boyfriend’s voice purrs directly into your ear, causing you to squeak in shock. He easily pulls off the chair and drags you to your flimsy dorm bed. Your meek protests are quickly quieted by Toji’s lips on you, his tongue pushing its way down your throat as his hands swiftly get rid of your clothes. His mouth latching on to your neck as you try to struggle to keep your shorts on.

“No panties? Naughty minx, were you expecting me or something?”

You felt Toji smirks against your neck as your shorts were unceremoniously thrown on the ground, leaving your ass bare, his hands groping under your tank top, grabbing at your chest and twisting your hardened nubs. You squirmed and mewled under his grasp, your breath coming out in short bursts as Toji started biting down and sucking on your nape. His long fingers coating themselves in your slick as he rubs them up and down on your pussy. Teasing your clit with tight little circles, your hips bucking up in pleasure.

“To-Toji! I have-nghh-to studyyyyy.”

You whined out, though you still leaned your head back, allowing Toji more access to your neck, you even spread your legs wider at the end of your whining. Toji replied by sticking his fingers down on your tongue and nipping at your ear lobe. “Then, I’ll just be quick about it, don’t worry your pretty little head, doll.” Toji shimmy back on the bed, causing it to creak under both his weight. He pulls you back against his chest, palming at your thighs and squeezing a bit with one hand as he pulls down his sweats with the other. As usual Toji came wearing no boxers or briefs this time as well, having his fat cock spring out, rubbing it against your ass. His hand back to spreading your pussy open, callous fingers rubbing in between your folds. “You’re so wet, doll. Waiting for me this whole time, weren’t you?” Toji coos at you, pinning your legs together and lifting you up back against his chest, as he angles his cock forward and places it right under your leaking cunt.

His thick tip prodding itself at your entrance, smearing it with your cream. His arms locked under your knees as he slowly lowers you straight down on his throbbing cock, sinking and stretching you out little by little. Toji lets out a hiss, “Fuck, still as tight as when I first fucked you.” You whimpered, feeling every inch and veins of Toji inside your walls. It takes a few moments until Toji fully settles himself inside of you, he lets out a loud groan and you scold him. “Tojiiii, do-don’t be so loud, the other students are gonna complain-hahhh-complain again.”

Toji clicks his tongue at you, “I’m not the one that got us in trouble last time, doll. I recalled the complaints being about you.” He bucks his hips into you effectively stopping you from making another retort. Your knees knock together as your legs dangle helplessly from Toji’s hold, your back squishes right up to his chest as Toji starts to bounce up and down on his lap. His cock spears you right in your cervix with each thrust. He was practically using you as a fleshtoy, knees pinned to your chest, your ass bouncing off Toji’s thighs, your cunt making lewd noises mixing in with your moans and mewls.

“See? Now who’s being loud, huh?” Toji taunts you, freeing one hand to squish your cheeks together as drool starts pooling down from the side of your lips. Already fucked dumb from a few thrusts, your hands clawed at Toji’s bicep as you try to ground yourself back to reality. This just causes Toji to go faster though, your pussy squelching louder and louder with each plunge down.

“Ah-hah-hahhh! Toji, Toji, Tojiiiii!”

“Aw, Doll. If you keep screaming like that they’ll complain again~” Toji chuckles, not letting up at all, even reaching down to pinch at your clit. You scream out his name, clenching on his cock. Toji purrs, enjoying the feeling, slapping at your clit a few times until your legs was spasming over in his hold. You came hard with a scream to match, tears began to stream down your face. Which Toji happily lapped at with his tongue, his cock still buried deep inside of you.

“Crying already? Awww, poor girl. That was a loud noise too, do you need me to help you with that?”

You didn’t answer but Toji took your silence as a yes anyway, opening your mouth and sticking his fingers in as a makeshift gag. He releases your legs and has them flop down over his thighs, positioning you under him now. The bed creaks and groans as Toji makes you lie on your stomach, his free hand bringing your ass back to him and arching your back. His fingers still down your throat as he began to slowly ram into you in this new position. “Let’s try not to make too much noise this time, hmm?

#softy spice #softy writes #back in teh game slowly #toji smut #toji x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut

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meowzfordayz · 10 months

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when you hop on their back — mitsuri, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen

Author’s Note: feeling silly today hehe. 🤪 Translation: played a lot of Terraria earlier, and should prob go touch grass ~soon. 🥴

when you hop on their back — mitsuri, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen

Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~500

CW: none

Suggestion Fulfilled: can you write one like when u slap their ass but if you just hop on their back and do not let go for the life of you? (love u btw your fanfics are awesome)

~faqs~

Mitsuri’s absolutely delighted ☺️

Def gushes about how cute you are, clinging onto her back as she putters around the kitchen

“Honey, I’m hungry,” you declare, pouting into her neck

“Wanna get down and cook something?” she offers, fondly squeezing your thigh

“No.” 😇

“Okay!” 😁

And w/o further ado, she gets to work cooking you brunch

She’s got one arm locked firmly around your leg, the other doing its best to make eggs, readjusting you every so often to prevent you from slipping off completely 🥺🍳

Occasionally asks if you can grab something for her, leaning over to bring you closer to the spices, and the particular spatula she adores

Lowkey Mitsuri doesn’t even break a sweat (altho you might 😂)

Accepts his fate

Happily 🥰

“Where are we going?” he asks, grinning from ear to ear

“I dunno,” you giggle, hooking your chin over his shoulder, “To get a snack?”

“Any snack?”

“Sure…” 👀

And that’s how you end up being piggybacked all the way to the corner store, your feet nearly knocking things off the shelves as Kyojuro peruses the options

“Babe, maybe you should put me down?” you squeak as he deftly catches a bag of chips, breath pushed from your chest from his sudden movement

“No, no, no,” he chuckles, readjusting your position, “I will not let you, or the Doritos, fall!”

Thank gosh you visit the corner store ~regularly (snacks are a must w/ a Rengoku in the household) 😋

Otherwise you’d prob be kicked out by now 💀

Flustered, but not surprised

He 100% heard you coming from a mile away 😂

“My love, what if I drop you?”

“Shh, you would never!” you grin, kissing the side of his head, “You’re the best horsey!”

…

And now Giyuu’s conflicted

Should he focus on how warm and soft he feels knowing you trust him wholeheartedly? 🥺

Orrr should he be concerned that you just called him ~horsey? 😭

“Darling?” 💞

“Hm?” 💞

“Never call me horsey again.” 🤠

…

“Alrighty.”

He thinks that’s the end of that, until he feels you whisper against his nape, “Not just any horsey, the best horsey.”

You’re very fortunate that his love for you somehow outweighs his sudden and intense urge to buck you off his back

Jokes on you

Tengen mercilessly teases you, and refuses to let you down 🥴

“Awww, are you too tired to walk on your own?” 😃

“Can’t keep up with my strides?” 😎

“Y’know, this ride’s gonna cost you.” 🤑 // “But Tengen, I asked you to put me dow-” 😒 // “Tsk, tsk, you must wait until the ride comes to a complete stop before disembarking!” 🤗

“Keep your seat belt buckled!” 🤓 (seat beat = your arms hung loosely his neck)

“So what’s it like, watching the world go by in a blur?” 😌 // “Tengen, you’re literally strolling.” 😐 // “But I could start sprinting.”🤠 // … // “Please don’t.” 😭

#headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kanroji mitsuri #mitsuri x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

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ohbo-ohno · 5 months

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Love the idea of freshly kidnapped reader trying to bite soap when he gets too close and he coos at her, squishing her cheeks together ‘til her lips form a cute pout. “That’s cute, do it again and I’ll break your jaw.”

Then proceeds to fuck her in doggy, a foot on her head, a hand on her asscheek - squeezing from time to time and slapping it until she squeaks, and the other hand holding her arms behind her back as leverage.

Ghost just mindlessly scrolling on his phone beside them, not doing anything about their kitten’s little cries. With her arms practically tied up, and head mushed against the wet pillow from the drool of her leaking mouth, there’s no way she’d be able to scratch or bite now.

After Johnny’s rough fucking, darling cries - in need of some loving atp, that’s where Simon comes in. Tells his pup to lube his dick up by sucking it, before entering reader in missionary. Not letting her break eyecontact. He drives himself fully into her, slow but hard thrusts.

“You did this to yourself. Be good, and you’ll get treated nicely. Be bad again, and you’ll experience so much worse.”

Then he makes out with her. Lovingly <3

godddd i really don't write nearly enough mean soap. i write mostly either ghoap or ghoap x reader, and i always soften (for lack of a better word) both of them when i add in a reader, but i do lovelovelove the idea of soap being rougher and meaner with his pretty girl :(

i really do think soap is largely driven by his instincts. he's impulsive, and when he doesn't need to slow down and think, he doesn't. he wants to fuck you, so he does. you piss him off, so he's angry, so he takes it out on your body. he's got no reason to force himself to slow down when you couldn't leave him no matter what he does <3 the only restriction he has is from ghost, and simon's usually pretty willing to let johnny rough you up when you've been bad (it's a good reminder of your place, and simon loves the way you get all huffy and glare at johnny the next day, he thinks you're adorable)

btw im thinking of soap fucking you so hard that he nearly passes out himself, flops to his back next to you panting once he's come down, and doesn't have enough energy to properly suck ghost's cock :/ ghost gets to fuck two limp holes since johnny did all the hard work for him <3

also i loooove dark fics with the abuser actively hurting their victim but saying "it didn't have to be like this, i could've been nice". for some reason i don't care to examine that victim blaming reallyyyyy works for me lmao. ghost cradling you close and going "hush, i know, johnny got mean, huh? i coulda stopped him, y'know. coulda tugged his leash, maybe gotten him a muzzle, but you needed to learn, lovie. needed him to show you how mean he could be, make you see how nice he usually is. you didn't like him being mean, did you? no? i know, lovie, i know, so you're gonna behave now, aren't you?"

#asks and answers #ghoap x reader

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aarcanechaoss · 2 years

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Can you do a fic where Yami and Charlotte accidentally reveal their relationship in a captains meeting

Your work is really amazing btw💜

😳 no you are amazing… because I said so! I HAVE SPOKEN!

Five months.

Five months since Charlotte Roselei had became romantically involved with the Sukehiro Yami.

Five months since he’d kissed her in the royal garden during the Magic Knight ball.

Now here they were sat side by side in the meeting room with the Wizard King and other Squad Captains. Granted this was not the first meeting since they began courting but today was special, today they had decided to tell Yami’s squad about their relationship.

Charlotte would tell her own but… the news would be spread like wildfire and she didn’t want anyone else to know just yet but Yami’s squad was like his family and they were important to him in such a way she had decided they would be the first to know.

If only that had gone as planned.

~~*~~

Yami’s hand had been resting atop her thigh, a common thing over the last few months. She was so flustered the first time he’d held her hand let alone have his hand be in such a risqué spot but from their seat at the table no one could see the comforting squeeze he gave her every once in a while- and her her hand drifted atop of his, squeezing back neither could help but smile a little.

It had taken such a long time for her to even stop blushing at him- and Yami admits he finds it cute when he flusters her, with bright red cheeks and a scrunched up nose all he wanted to do was kiss her.

Which is what he did as he brought their hands towards his mouth before very quickly slamming them back beneath the table with a grunt. Charlotte’s face felt like a flame at the embarrassment- they’d both forgotten where they were.

Yami however wasn’t fast enough Dorothy, who was unfortunately awake today, had seen it all.

“Finally!” The purple haired Captain said exasperatedly. “Jack you owe me a hundred Yul.”

The Green Mantis Captain’s head could have snapped with how fast he turned to face Dorothy, he’d been sat beside Yami after-all.

“Damnit Yami.” Jack muttered as his eyes moved to Yami and Charlotte’s look of discomfort.

“Why does he owe you one hundred Yul?” William questioned, looking between the four of them.

“I bet that Yami and Charlotte would be together by now. Jack bet they wouldn’t.”

“Dorothy!” Charlotte exclaimed, jumping from her chair as she did.

“Shut-up Sleeping Beauty.” Yami said between clenched teeth before pulling Charlotte back into her chair, her hands covering her bright red face.

The room fell silent whilst Dorothy sat in glee, happy to have won a simple bet.

“Congratulations you two.” Julius beamed, scuttling towards their side of the room. “How long? When did this happen? How did this happen?”

“Five months, Magic Knight Ball, I kissed her.”

“Simple and to the point very good Yami.” Julius continued beaming, he was extremely happy for his Captain’s relationship to have finally happened- having known of Charlotte’s feelings for quite some time… she never could hide them.

The other Captains gave their own brief congratulations- with Nozel’s being more of a backhanded compliment if anything… but they did all seem to have this air of ‘it was inevitable.’

“Thanks.” Charlotte squeaked out, still hidden behind her hands as Yami squeezed her thigh again. “If you could please don’t tell anyone… we wish to tell Yami’s squad first before anyone else… none of you were meant to know yet.”

“It is no problem Charlotte. I wish you a bountiful relationship.” Fuegoleon answered brightly.

Well wasn’t that just an awkward reveal?

#black clover #yamichar #yami sukehiro #charlotte roselei #black clover fluff #YamiChar fluff

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uvoginlover2928 · 1 year

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UVOGIN x READER

You a world class theif, assassin, and hunter who’s been off radar for years, have just been kidnapped and taken to The Phantom Troupes Secret location/hideout, but you didn’t know it. When you arrived, It was Shizuku and Pakunoda who untied you and let you free, but you were quickly held down in place by two very large hands and those of a mans. You kicked at shouted for them to unhand you but he replied “sorry sweetheart, no can do.” I like your spirit though and your spunk.” “Let her go uvogin! Said chrollo. Hello y/n I’m the leader of the Phantom troupe and I would like to speak with you about your position here. We have admired your work and your unique abilities and I believe, no we belive, that you are a valuable assets to our team. What do you say”

“I say, NO Fucking way what’s in it for me and how do you know my real name.!?! “Well I guess we have to keep you here till you oblige, said Chrollo. Uvogin- she can bunk in my room then, I’ll take her now. He lifts you up into the air and throws you over his shoulder while placing his hand on your butt. You squeak when he squeezes it. Uvo-Hahhaa you like that little kitten?! “IM NOT YOUR KITTEN NOW UNHAND me you beast!!” He throws you onto his bed and sits next to you. He grabs you and places you in between his legs and turns on the tv. He then rests his head on your shoulders and sighs. Uvogin- you know y/nI never thought I’d meet the love of my life, my soulmate, and here you are, practically brought to me on a silver platter. Remember that your mine and mine forever. You- You sit there and blush thinking this was rushed but there is a feeling in your stomach telling you that it’s going to be all right. “Ok sure” “suddenly I’ve rethought my answer to lord chrolllos question.” “Great babe, said uvo”

~ Week later~ “Alrighr babe time to get your tattoo” Feitan is going to give it to you and I’m going to watch to make sure he doesn’t try anything. ~There~ “what number do you want y/n said feitan annoyed.” “Do t speak to her like that before I bash your brains in.” “I’d like to see you try said feitan. “Is it allowed to get matching tattoos? Also I want mine on my chest” “I don’t know if iris but I don’t see the problem, if Chrollo has a problem then I’ll throw you under the bus and have fun torturing you.” “SAY THAT AGAIN!!!! I DARE YOU FEITAN Uvogin grabbed a chair and threw it at his head. ~ babe stop!!! You said. He jus5 sat there saying that’s the first time you said that smiling with his toothy grin. “Blegh” ~ the process went smoothly after that~ You have started to have feelings for uvogin but what happens sOO will shock you(it’s not the next scene btw)

~At night

Uvo- you were in the middle of cuddling and even though you hadn’t truly fallen for Him you had to admit he was nice. He was funny, charasnatic, loud, muscular, wild, and he was still caring. He was obsessive and always told you you were his and if you ran away he’d hunt you down, but it just shows his love to uou. He’d kill for you and die for you. He spoke up with slow and low seductive voice, babe, why did feitan see your chest and I haven’t yet? I think that’s very bad and you must be punished… He made it so you were on your back and ge was on top of you. He then lowered his head and passionately kissed you. Mmm- he groaned and you leaned into the kiss. His tongue fought into your mouth exploring every inch of it. You taste so goooood. He left your mouth and started exploring your body. He bit your jawline and licked it as well. He traveled to your neck and licked it and gave love bites till you moan slightly. You pov- I bit down on my lip because I don’t want him to be encouraged even though he is hot and pretty caring. Uvo- right here? Zane you moan.he continues to suck and lick it till it draws blood which he sucks up. He left you with a hickey but you hadn’t known. Uvo- Time to take this off babe. ~rips off your shirt and bra~ Beautiful and the tattoo fits you so well. YOUGASP_ UVO PUT MY SHIRT ON NOW HOW DARE YOUU

Chill babe,je says as ne squeezes your Breast which fit well in his hands. He then takes one of your buds into his mouth and sucks aggressively thinking he’ll get milk which he doesn’t lol . He plays with the other one at the same time with his hand. After he finished with sucking both and playing, he stops and says I love you, takes off his shirt and cuddles you again. Your boobs are on his chest the way he’s hugging you. He just grins and fails to sleep.

~ One month later~ You sat alone crying on your and uvos bed room and hugging UVOs pillow while the troupe members were out stealing things and killing people. Doing missions was pretty fun when doing it with others likeshizyku and Pakunoda. Nobunaga , shalnark,and Franklin are pretty cool too you thought. However, you were to overcome with grief to even think of the benefits of life right now. With all the crying you hadn’t even heard the troupe members walk in the house. “DID YOU MIS- OMG WHATS WRONG!! WHAT HAPPENED WHO DO INEED TO KILL!!!!!! screamed uvogin. With all the commotion everyone ran over to your bedroom to see you on the bed crying and Nobunaga told him to chill when he’s speaking to you. “ My family was assassinated by an evil gang that wasn’t us. They are all gone every last one. I’m the last of my bloodline , I have no one you cried. The troupe didn’t know what to say so they just left feeling bad but Uvogun stayed. He made his voice softer and told you- y/n I will track down whoever killed your family and make sure they suffer the most painful death imaginable. Even though your capable im 1000 more times your strength and I want your to see their suffering.” You chuckled - thank you uvogin and you gave him a kiss. ~ one week later ~

Uvogin was out for whatever reason with shalnark, feitan, and nobunaga. He walks in all cool (cue the montage of him and the backup crew);Y/n We’ve found them…. Then suddenly he throws the first man like he was a ball and he hits the wall. He yelled how dare you hurt y/n.ILL SHOW YOU HURT! Then feitan cut the second man 200 times is 5 seconds and says the same thing, same goes for nobunaga and shalnark. You cry seeing how much they all care for you even though they are killing men in front of you. The rage you felt was overpowered by the joy and gratitude. You ran up to uvogin and wrapped your body around his even though he was bloody and you kiss him and say for the first time “I love you uvogin” UGH says feitwn. Uvogin grabs your back and holds you close while grinning. Nobunwga and shalnark fist bump👊

~ Everyone woke up to a delicious smell, that ofpancakes, eggs, and their favorite bacon 🥓. Uvogin came bent over and wrapped his arms around your waist and dug his head into your shouders. You smell good babe and so does this! I love how multitalented you are. Your mine forever, never forget that. I would kill, and die for you. There is no one that gets between us k? “Awwwww of course you turn your head to kiss his cheek. Go sit down uvo! You made him extra large cinnamon vanilla pancakes with chocolate chips and many pieces fo bacon and eggs to furfil his appetite. Then you made other servings for the rest of the members. “SOO y/n what do you want to do today said shalnark? “OMG GUYS LETS GOOshopping. 🛍 you have great fashion sense and it can be a girls day for me, Shizuoka, and pakunoda. They all agreed” “ok and we can just like steal it lol” they all laugh and say of course since they broke as some bitches, even though they aren’t and have a lie,a plethora of riches, smh. The guys can also shop for stuff! uvo and Franklin-sure! “Nobunaga says, IM DRIVING YOU GUYS SUCK AT DRIVING LIKE UTS MORE DANGEROUS IN THE CAR THEN ON MISSIONS*

First- the girls and shalnark go into Versace and steal perfumes and dresses which shalnark helps you guys pick out since he’s great at fashion and run out a laughing. Then into the ice cream

- you get chocolate and vanilla ice cream with chocolate chips and cookie dough

Meanwhile - thw boys are getting suits and uvo is getting giant shirts and novunaga is probably buying weed LOLLOL. Franklin is getting looks when he walks but he don’t care tbh

Then in the middle of the mall you all meet up and you go to greet uvogin.you- heyy babe, ~you kiss him quickly but passionately~ You all walk around while you to are holding hands and then in front of a group of men and people he grabs you into the air and kisses s you passionately then he carries you bridal style. Your 5’5 vs 8’2. “Your mine y/n” “I know babe” and you both smile wildly. I’d say a pretty successful day.

~ Youd just gotten out the shower and uvogun was on the bed staring at you while grinning. You gasp and he pulls you onto the bed,”you know y/n I don’t think we went far enough last time.. let’s begin and I’m hungry”

He pulls you over his knee and gives your but a few good spanks while you squeak. “You got a fat ass y/n” I love it and he bends down to bite it.” “You know, I’m starving and I need soemthing to eat.” He then throws you onto the end of the bed and he’s on the floor head in your pussy. His giant hands are holding your legs apart and you couldn’t move them if you tried. He started licking fastly and you moaned he bit your sensitive clit whihc got a loud moan out of you and you could feel his grin. He licked vastly and slowly and everything he groaned your face got hot, he was so manly and when he groaned it made enourmous vibrations in your pussy which felt so good. Then you felt his tongue push past your folds and go into your vagina hole. He fucked your hole deep and your started to moan louder and louder until you started to shake and cum on his tongue. “Your such a pretty slut and I love you babe” “love you too uvo~ “the hinge you do to me y/n” now it’s time for prep. He put a finger in and then a second and third and it felt uncomfortable so you didn’t know how you were going to take his cock. When he was done scissoring he licked his fingers and took of his boxer and pants and you were supprise by its size. He pushed the tip into you after spreading a lot of lube and you said it hurt but he held your hand and told you to take it a bit longer. Inch by inch, it was agonizing until he hit your cervix and your felt so full. Suddenly, he pulled almost all the way out and pounded back into you. He did this more until you screamed and moaned. He maintained a fast pace of moving hus cock inside you and he groaned and said “god your so fucking tight y/n” Tears welled up in your eyes from all the pleasure. Then you screamed UVOGIN and you clamped up around his duck and cummed. He cummed inside you too and you felt the hold steamy cum paint your walls white.

“let’s hope you get pregnant y/n I want you to have all my kids” “me too uvo,let me have all your children. “ I love you and want to spend my life with you. “

6 months later- uvogin proposed and you ended up getting pregnant. When the baby came out (c section because it was giant) he had silver hair like his father and nice and tanned skin. You and upvoting raised your son making him the strongest and let him grow up with the troupe like nobunsga being his uncle. It’s up to you to figure out your story with your phantom troupe member. ~PEAVE OUT THE END

#hunter x hunter #uvogin #phantom troupe

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sunstone-smiles · 2 years

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Edelgard and Byleth for TT prompt 19 pls? Or 18 if 19 is unavailable :) love your stories btw!!

Hello anon! And thank you! I hope you enjoy Day 19 of Tickletober: Revenge!

Revenge for a Mercenary’s Accidental Prank

Series: Fire Emblem

Characters: Edelgard and Byleth

Words: 576

Summary: When Byleth thinks that accidentally getting dirt all over Edelgard is funny, the Emperor takes it upon herself to enact some playful revenge. Enjoy!

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The wyverns growl while they play-fight with one another, swishing their tails back and forth across the sandy dirt. They lunge at one another with their big snouts, taking lighthearted chomps at each other’s necks as they wrestle back and forth. At the entrance of their fenced in pen, Byleth closes up the gate, now that they've finished up their duties involving the care of the scaled creatures.

“Ahem,” an affirmative female voice suddenly clears her throat, causing Byleth to lift up their head to see the source of the interruption.

“Oh, Edelgard! I didn’t even see you there,” the mercenary responds to the current Adrestian Emperor. For some reason, Edelgard’s casual clothes are covered in dirt, like she just got hit by a sandstorm. “What happened to you?” Byleth wonders, “Why are you all dirty?”

I think you of all people should know the reason to that…” Edelgard grumbles with her arms crossed.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Edelgard rolls her eyes in annoyance. “Oh, you know very well what you did! With that little stunt you pulled with the wyverns. You wanted all of them to play, resulting in them flapping their wings at once, which caused dust to kick up in the pen.”

Byleth chuckles to themselves, “Oh yeah, that’s right.”

“How did you—Never mind,” Edelgard cuts herself off before going on an irritated tangent, “The point is, I was in range when all of the wyverns did that, leading to this.” She gestures towards her clothes infested with the grains of light dirt.

“Ah, sorry about that,” Byleth says with another chuckle.

“Why are you laughing? It’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” Byleth admits with an innocent smile.

Edelgard grumbles again, having enough of the mercenary’s shenanigans. “You want to play jokes? Fine, we’ll play jokes!”

And with that, Edelgard lunges at Byleth, aiming straight for the mercenary’s sides.

“Whoa! H-Hehehey!” Byleth breaks out into giggles when Edelgard starts tickling them. “Ehehedelgahahard!”

“Stop squirming! You're the one who wanted to play games! Now you get your revenge!” Edelgard digs her fingers further into the mercenary’s sides, purposefully trying to cause Byleth to lose their footing and fall into the dirt. The mercenary catches themself and squirms around in an attempt to shove Edelgard away, but the Emperor isn’t letting them get out of her hold that easily.

“Ehehedelgard! Quihihiht it!” Byleth giggles while they continue to try and pull themselves away.

“I will not! You brought this upon yourself!”

It’s true that Byleth did prompt this silly revenge in the first place, but now they have to find a way to get out of it. With one swift movement, Byleth grabs Edelgard’s wrists and yanks her to the side, causing the Emperor to almost trip over in the process, then quickly steps behind her to scribble into her sides.

“Eep! Prohohohfessor!” Edelgard jolts backwards into Byleth’s hold before attempting to slingshot forward, but her escape is thwarted by the mercenary’s speedy reaction time. The Emperor flails around with bubbly laughter before folding herself forward and trying to pry Byleth’s mischievous hands away from her torso.

“Now it’s my turn to enact a little revenge!” the mercenary grins.

“Fohohorget I said anything! Noho revenge is nehehecessahahary—EEK!” Edelgard lets out a giggly squeak and crumbles into the dirt when Byleth squeezes her sides. The mercenary follows her down with another chuckle, continuing their little tactics of playfulness that had, once again, backfired on Edelgard.

#Dabbles from Sunstone #augtickletober2022 #tickletober2022 #tickletober #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #edelgard von hresvelg #byleth eisner #fire emblem edelgard #fire emblem byleth #fire emblem fanfiction #fire emblem fanfic #sfw fanfiction #sfw fanfic #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic

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shellshocked92angel · 2 years

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"Valentine"

Turtleverse: 2014/Bayverse

Mikey/Female Reader

Summary: After the Reader's original plans for valentines fall through, Mikey swoops in to save the day and give her a perfect night. All my fics are Safe For Work cuz I don't write smut. Warning that my writing isn't top quality. Which is partly why I don't write smut fics, btw…

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Somehow, Y/n should have seen this coming just from how her now ex (for the 3rd and final time) had been through their entire two year relationship.

It was Valentine's day, and in the prick's usual fashion, the guy decided he'd rather go drink with his buddies when they had already made plans to have dinner and a movie night in.

She sighed, throwing the food she made angrilly in fhe trash before taking a swig of wine straight out of the bottle before glancing down at her phone when she heard the text tone.

-Heya, how goes the date, Angelcakes?-

She sighed and picked up her phone and texted back.

-It doesn't, Mikey. He bailed. So, he and I are done for good this time. I am currently downing my feelings in a bottle of very expensive imported chocolate wine. Worst $250 I ever spent, btw. Dont tell April. She's just gonna say she told me so…-

-To getting back with the jerk or buying the wine?-

-Yes.-

-Well, how about this. Put the gross wine down, throw your shoes on and grab your coat, and give me like 30 minutes. Trust me, I know just how to cheer you up. ;) -

She raised a brow a bit, but admittedly, spending Valentines Day doing whatever her mutant bestie was cooking up was better than spending it alone. Ever since she (accidentally) met the turtles through April and befriended them three and a half years prior, Michelangelo just kind of naturally knew how to make her smile.

-Yeah alright. See you soon, Mikey.-

After a few minutes sitting at the kitchen table mulling it over, Y/n decided that, friends night or not, it was still Valentines Day and she wanted to look nice for whoever she was spending time with, so she got up and went to fix her makeup and put on something nice.

When he texted her to let her know he'd arrived, she slipped on her shoes and grabbed a coat. It somehow didn't surprise her that he had

dressier bottoms than his usual attire and was wearing a tie; albeit tied crookedly.

His excited smile mixed with a gape of surprise when he saw that she was all dressed up.

"Whoa…Y/n, that jerk doesn't know what he's missing out on. You are an absolute goddess, Angelcakes."

He kissed her hand and she chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"You look pretty dashing tonight, yourself."

"Heh, thanks." He crouched and motioned for her to get on his back. "So, before we get where we're going, close your eyes, okay? I want it to be a surprise."

"No problems there." Y/n replied, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders and squeezing her eyes shut. "I'm slowly getting over my fear of heights, but I'm still not quite there…"

"Scared you'll fall for me?"

"Mikey, that was one of your worst jokes ever." She mumbled, gently nudging him in the side with her foot as he stood up straight.

"Yet you're trying not to snort. Okay, hold on tight."

She squeaked and tightened her grip a bit as she felt him taking off into a running leap.

Thankfully, where they were going was only a couple rooftops over, though he kept her mostly distracted from her anxiousness with little jokes and funny stories reminiscing some of the good times they had.

She was all too ready to get onto solid ground when he stopped and crouched for her again.

As she exhaled shakily, he chuckled.

"See? Wasn't so bad, right? You can open your eyes now."

She hesitantly did so, gasping at what he set up. He laid out a picnic blanket with a box of pizza, a vase with some of her favorite flowers, which grew in one of the parks nearby, a telescope he somehow got Donnie to lend him, and a pile of cuddling blankets; for after they ate, of course.

"Mikey…." She murmured, tearing up a bit.

He froze at her reaction. Oh god, did she not like it? Was it too little? Too much? Wrong kind of flowers? Did-

His thought process was interrupted when she threw her arms around him and hugged him tight.

"Pizza, stargazing, and cuddles? How is it you know me better than the jerk who was supposed to love me for two years?" She mumbled. "This couldn't be more perfect."

He grinned at that and picked her up, carrying her over to gently set her on the blanket.

As they ate and talked, Y/n realized it could be more perfect…

Mikey was always there for her from the moment they met. She wanted to geek out about an anime, game, etc she was into, he was there to geek out with her. She wanted someone to taste test a new recipe she was trying, he was the first to volunteer. She needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to hang out with, he was always a call or text away.

No matter what she needed, he would drop everything for her. And the way he always called her 'Angelcakes' or any of his other various nicknames gave her butterflies from the start.

Why did it take her so long to realise? The whole reason her ex had gotten her attention was because in a really messed up way, his personality was like a bootleg Michelangelo. But some human gamer with a cringy sense of humor was nothing in comparison to what she really wanted, and she mentally kicked herself for not realizing sooner.

She set her slice of pizza down and took a deep breath. She had to go for it.

"Hey, Mikey?"

"What's up, Angelcakes?"

She exhaled shakily, gently thumbing the pizza sauce from the corner of his mouth. Her gaze met his gorgeous blues before she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. She felt him tense in surprise a moment before shifting and pulling her into his lap, holding her close.

"I love you. I think I've felt like this since we met. I just…wish I'd realized it sooner instead of settling for him. I-"

She squeaked in surprise as he stood, twirling her around in his arms.

"Yes!! I got my dream girl!"

She clung to him tightly, giggling and kissing him again as he stopped spinning.

They could both agree on one thing. This was the best valentines day ever.

#oneshot #tmnt #Michelangelo #mikey #bayverse #2014 movies aka bayverse #reader insert #fanfic #mikey/reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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brokenstrings · 2 years

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Yo could I request breakup headcannons with jinx, Vi, Caitlyn and Viktor where their s/o breaks up with them.

Don’t feel like u have to answer if your too busy :)

:rolling over to you in my blanket burrito: tysm for this i was bored hhhh

oh btw can you believe it guys christmas just in two days christmas is in two days woohoo i am so happy about this information /ref

on christmas eve and christmas i’ll try to write something winter themed if i remember to 😭

Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn and Viktor when their s/o suggests they should break up

Jinx

She gets super attached super easily so even if it was for about a week she’ll be super sad when you suggest this

Even if it’s ’lets just be friends’ which is my favorite vocaloid song /j she’ll be really shocked and by this

”Wh- You wanna… Break up with me?”

The voices get really loud, she can’t even attempt to block them out;

”It’s your fault. They hate you. They lied to you. You’re a failure.”

”No no no I’m not, I’m sure it’s not just me shut up shut up SHUT UP!!”

She tries her absolute best to get you to stay, shes crying and grabbing your hand, yelling and pleading

“Please bubs, you’re all I have left… PLEASE!!”

If her convincing works and you decide to stay in a relationship she sits you down with you and talks about if she did anything wrong and how she should change

If it doesn’t work, there’s only a 3/10 chance you’ll be able to salvage a friendship from it, to her; you left her, she trusted you, you broke it

She loved you a lot, she was the one that suggested a relationship, once you tell her it’ll hurt but she gets it

”Oh… Well yeah, we can split up, can we please stay in touch though?”

She doesn’t want to lose you 100% but she’s okay with just being friends, she has a replacement cupcake afterall :I am pointing at caitlyn: /j

If you do end up wanting to leave her 100% she’ll let you it’s just…

You took away around 4 years of her life and gave her about 5 1/2 grey hairs /hj

Shes emotionally fucked up by you leaving her 100% but if it’s just be friends its only 35%

Vi doesn’t quickly rebound afterward, it takes her about a month to actually get over you then ofc she has to find another cupcake :squeezing caitlyn and she squeaks like a dog toy: like that one /j

She wants to know what she should refrain from doing when you’re friends, wanting to keep you comfortable

”So is there some things I should stop while we’re friends?”

”Excuse me ’while?’”

“Yeah 👦👍”

She still calls you cupcake, she doesn’t care about that unless you say

“Vi istg if you don’t Q U I T T H A T.”

Caitlyn

:i am looking at episode 8: HAHAHAHAHA #SMILETHRUDAPAIN

If it’s a let’s just be friends situation that’s completely different but AHAHAHAH-

If you pull a “oil and water 💔⛓🥀 we r not meant to be cupcakke 😢😔” (im so sorry for this one sentence) she’s devastated

Dude she takes like a whole year to recover it hurt her so badly

Listens to sad Adele, Taylor Swift, and Mitski songs in the shower to cope with it

If it’s just be friends she ju- why is little miss perfect playing which one of you /hj

She thinks of all the memories she has of the relationship and tries to think of things she did wrong, she thinks it’s all her fault

She’s happy to be your friend and is happy you didn’t abandon her though;

”You’d like to just be friends? That’s… Yeah that’s okay, I’m sorry if I did anything to make you really uncomfortable, I swear I’ll be more careful in the future.”

She passively tries to get you two back into a relationship sometimes, like passive flirting

Like one day you’re talking abt your favorite Taylor Swift song or sm idfk and she says

”I‘d like to say that you remind me of last great American dynasty or the 1 maybe?”

”The 1?”

”…Yes.”

If that works she is so proud of herself for that

If it doesn’t end up working and she has to rebound it takes her so long

You’ve already had 2 different partners and then she finally comes up like

“Hey this is my new gf Vi” /hj

Viktor

Man I don’t wanna see him sad :sits link shinji from that one scene of evangelion: /jov

He’s hurt, even if it’s “Wanna just be friends?” He needs some time to process it

”Excuse me? Uhm… I- Heh…”

Once he’s collected he‘ll try to hold back any negative emotion, not wanting to make you feel bad for this

”I see why you want to and I’m fully fine if we separate.”

The second he leaves the room and is alone he’s sobbing to himself

”I can’t have one thing go right with other people can I?! Why me?!” He’s whispering stuff like that to himself, he’s a mess

After about a week or two of being split up he’s more comfortable around you, he just needed some time to recover from the breakup

During his time of being more comfortable, he’ll sit down with you and discuss why you think the relationship wasn’t going good

”So why did you break up with me? I’m sorry this is awkward but I’ve been wondering it, I didn’t see many problems while we were together.”

Once you explain he agrees it’s better if you stayed separated for the time being

He has no interest in rebounding unless the other person initiates it, meaning he might not get a partner at all afterwards

mmm we r loving the angst

THE STARY OF CAITS IS SO FUNNY IM SO SORRY,,,,, SAME WITH SOME PARTS OF VI’S IM TIRED IDK

#arcane #arcane lol #arcane netflix #arcane headcanon #arcane x reader #arcane league of legends #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #jinx #jinx x reader #jinx arcane #vi #vi lol #vi arcane #arcane vi x reader #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn lol #caitlyn x reader #arcane imagines

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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The Match - Part 5

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao

A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me

AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Still awake, baby?

Fuck.

You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.

It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.

But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).

You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.

Yeah. Why are you still up tho?

Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!

You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.

“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.

Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”

You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.

“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.

Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”

You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.

“You still there?” Bucky asked.

“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.

“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”

There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.

Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.

“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.

Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.

“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.

“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.

“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.

“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.

You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.

“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”

And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.

You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.

You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.

“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.

You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.

It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.

“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.

You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.

Of course, you wouldn’t last long!

“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.

Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.

You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.

Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”

You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”

“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.

You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.

“Good night, baby.”

“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”

To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.

You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.

“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.

“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”

You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”

Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.

“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.

“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.

“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.

Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.

Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!

Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.

Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.

“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”

You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.

“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.

Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.

Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?

You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.

Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?

“I uhh, I think I’ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.

Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.

“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.

There goes your heart.

“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.

“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.

Bucky frowned, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No reason.”

“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”

How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!

You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.

“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.

“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”

Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.

“What do you want then?” He asked.

Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”

Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.

Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.

“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.

Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.

“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.

He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”

“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.

You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.

Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.

Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.

But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.

“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”

Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.

Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”

No.

“Yes.”

Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”

You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.

“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.

You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”

“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.

But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.

You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”

“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”

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Proof of Work Ch. 2: Empathize

read ch.1 here

(A/N: Feedback is appreciated! I hope you guys like this chapter, I really wanted to detail the dynamic btw OC and jk and dig more into the dumb and dumber duo lol. things will heat up pretty fast after this!)

Summary: a week after getting assigned an impossible project at work, your impossible project partner Jungkook and you are forced to work together...chaos and uncontrollable physical thoughts insue!

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Having Jungkook as a coworker was impossible.

He barely answered texts, he was always in mysterious meetings when you tried to ask him questions at work, and never held the elevator door for you.

He was entirely frustrating and annoyingly enough you forgave him for all of it because he was so good at apologizing. He brought you coffee and made you laugh and let you borrow his phone charger whenever you asked for it.

It was annoying how his pros really did outweigh the cons but this, THIS was the final straw.

"Jungkook," You seethed, "It's been a week and we haven't even came up with research for user profiles for this fucking project."

"Well you've shot down every idea I've had-"

"Your only two ideas were pooling for focus group candidates on a college campus and a fucking roller rink." You snapped, crossing your arms.

"I thought it could be fun to go roller skating," He grumbled, twiddling his thumbs in his lap.

"I'm telling boss that we can't do this together, one of us will just have to take the account and be done with it," You decided, turning on your heels.

Jungkook called your name but you ignored him, already halfway to your boss' office.

You weren't sure how she'd respond to your complaint- but it wasn't this. You had just finished ranting when she quirked her eyebrow, making you freeze involuntarily, any other arguments you had built up dying on your tongue.

She was terrifying- how did she have any friends? Did she have any friends? Jungkook shuddered next to you, sneakers squeaking against the floor as he shifted slightly to hide behind you. He had caught up to you quickly, storming into her office behind you and arguing that you needed to relax and just go with his plan.

Coward.

"You can't possibly research user profile data accurately unless you're on the same page. Get to know each other before starting- that's not a suggestion, that's a part of your job." She said with determination, "Or you can quit the project and I'll consider it your resignation."

You opened your mouth, a strange, creaking sound flying out of your throat.

"Sorry, no, we'll work it out," Jungkook said quickly, "You'll have a functional user profile assessment with research data to back it up in a week."

He grabbing your hand, tugging you out of her office before you could say another word. You creaked again, staring off in shock. Jungkook's face shoved its way into your vision, wide eyes staring back at you in alarm, "Are you gonna puke? Are you gonna cry?"

You creaked in response, longer this time, with a squeaky cry at the end that made Jungkook recoil in fear.

Resignation? RESIGNATION?

You had worked to get this job for three years- how could all of that work be dangling on a string tied to this one project? Did your boss hate you? Did she want you to fail?

It wasn't an option- resignation wasn't an option, failing wasn't an option. Your only option was standing right in front of you, staring at you like you were an explosive weapon. You closed your mouth, standing up straight with a neutral expression, which only scared Jungkook more.

"Let's go," You said suddenly, squeezing your hand in Jungkook's because for some reason he never let go of it when he towed you out of your boss' office.

"Where?" Jungkook asked nervously, letting you pull him towards the elevator.

"We're going on a date."

You made him choose where to eat, wanting to do exactly what you were told to do, which was get to know him in some desperate attempt to understand him. He chose a restaurant you had never heard of, a food you had been too scared to ever try. You agreed reluctantly, trying to be a big girl about it but you were nervous. Jungkook, completely oblivious to your food fear grinned and bounced his way into the restaurant in true bunny fashion.

"Does it...I mean, is it chewy? It looks really chewy," You whispered, looking up at Jungkook across the table anxiously.

"No, it's good." Jungkook insisted with an amused look on his face, "Here, try."

You watched him assemble what must've been a perfect bite and opened your mouth reflexively, waiting for him to feed you. He held the spoon out towards your hand for a moment before pausing, realizing you didn't intend to take it from him at all. You watched a blush creep on his cheeks and laughed, still holding your mouth open.

"Come on, feed me," You urged, opening your mouth wider. "We're meant to be getting to know each other, remember?"

He smiled awkwardly before leaning over the table, pushing the spoon against your tongue and watching deliberately as you closed your lips around it. He pushed out a slow breath as he eased the spoon from your mouth, wiping the bottom of your lip with the pad of his thumb carefully.

You savored the bite, tilting your head pensively as he slowly sunk back into his seat across from you, watching Jungkook's large eyes flick back and forth from your mouth to your eyes.

"Is it good?" He asked quietly, tone softer than it was a moment ago. "So good," You agreed, smiling at him.

He stared at your mouth, watching your jaw flex and unflex, chewing thoroughly before shaking his head, grinning casually after a beat of tension, "Let's play a game- we'll take turns asking questions and by the end of it, we'll know each other more and we can get on with this project."

"Ask me anything," You agreed, taking the spoon from his hands and getting more food for yourself.

He joined you, taking the spoon that was meant to be yours now laying abandoned on the table by your elbow for himself.

"Tea or coffee?"

Tea. He liked coffee more, said he needed it since he stays up so late.

"So, I'm guessing you're a night owl and not an early bird?" You mused, asking him a question of your own this time.

Jungkook laughed, nodding his head, "Exactly, yeah. I've got a question- when's the last time you went out on a real date."

He was studying you carefully, steel eyes tracking you like a hawk. You sat up straighter, feeling on edge. You frowned, trying to pick your words carefully. The answer depended on who was asking. If it was your mother, you'd say it's because you're focusing on your careers. If it's your best friend, you'd be honest.

But it was Jungkook, your hot, annoying coworker.

"It hasn't been that long. How'd you know I was single?" You asked nervously.

He shrugged cockily, a small smirk gracing his lips. You didn't know how Jungkook got away with being so smug, so arrogant. Then again, yes you did because he let out a geeky little giggle after, his shoulder shaking slightly, "I can sense these things. The question is, why are you single? Is it your control freaky ways?"

"You're so mean," You grumbled, hanging your head pathetically. He was right- it was. Why did he care?

"Hey, I didn't say it was a bad thing!" He insisted, still laughing at you, "Nothing wrong with being a little freaky."

You glared at him, rolling your eyes, "Sweet or salty?"

He smiled wistfully, accepting the shift in conversation with a tilt of his head, "Sweet."

You grinned, "Me too."

The game continued on like that, the two of you asking questions in rapid succession.

Jungkook liked to talk with his hands a lot. You watched his fingers twist into shapes, emphasizing whatever it was he was trying to tell you. How were his hands that big? You tracked the veins running down his forearm, hidden by tattoos and peeking through bare spots on his skin, pulsing through the tops of his palms. You felt wetness pool in your mouth as he turned his hand over, palm side up, the width of Jungkook's hand dramatically large in comparison to the thinness of his wrist.

His fingers were thick and long, bruises and callouses around his knuckles no doubt from doing all that boxing he always bragged to you about. He said he was good, like really good. You wondered if he'd let you watch sometime, maybe show you how to throw a punch.

Why were his hands so hot? His hands were well cared for and manicured, clean enough to slip into your mouth and suck-

"So what do you think?" Jungkook asked, tilting his hands out towards you.

You froze, stopping yourself from your wild train of thought, "Huh?"

"About heading back to the office to plan out how we're gonna get this research pool going?"

Right- the project. This wasn't an actual date.

Duh.

"Sure," you grinned, "Let's go."

"We just need a plan," You announced, staring at the ceiling, hoping the entire building would collapse and swallow you up.

"You've said that five times- I get it, we need a plan. Are you ever going to come up with one or are you just gonna wait for me to make one?" Jungkook pointed out, staring at you over a pair of kaleidoscope glasses you had no idea why he put on as soon as the two of you got back to work.

You groaned, swiveling your chair in slow circles as if that was going to help you catch a clue. Rebranding an entire company seemed impossible- it was a death sentence for you and your career. Things seemed to go from worse to worser every time you tried to break down the list of problems you had to fix.

The only silver lining you had wasn't as much of a silver lining as it was a line of silver piercings, currently bobbing up and down childishly in his chair. Jungkook had dragged you into one of the conference rooms in the office as soon as the two of you got back from your pseudo date, claiming that isolating yourselves away from your other coworkers was the only way to be productive.

So far, all the two of you had done was play three rounds of tic tac toe.

"Did you really make us sit in here to work or were you just trying to hide so you could slack off all day?" You asked him, drumming your fingers on the large table.

He grinned, spinning his chair around to face you, "I did it so we could slack off, aren't I just the best?"

The truth was, you really couldn't blame any of this on him when you yourself weren't doing much of anything at all. You were almost jealous of the way he could be so carefree, so easygoing in the face of a massive problem. And his hair- how was his hair so fucking perfect after working all day? You looked like a rat and he looked perfect. It was irritating.

"Wait- I have an idea," Jungkook gasped, sitting up straight. You twisted towards his direction, eyes wide and at full attention. Jungkook's brows were furrowed, slowly raising his hands in the air and miming out a box with intense focus. He acted as if he was tilting the box, nodding pensively before holding up both hands and-

Squeezing.

Curling his fingers around air in a pulsing motion almost like he was honking a pair of boobs.

"Jungkook!" You reprimanded, crumbling into a ball of despair while Jungkook remained entertained by his imaginary boobs.

"I'm just kidding- here, put these on and listen." He laughed, sliding the pair of glasses over to you.

You frowned, taking them gingerly and pushing them on your nose,

"Why did you bring these?"

"They help me focus. Anyway- I have a plan."

"They're warm," You grimaced, wondering how hot his face must be to warm the plastic. The colors around you fragmented, painting the world in a million different shades and covering the ugly parts of reality. You could see how these help him focus, you couldn't even remember what you were so stressed out about a minute ago, distracted by the pretty pretty shapes floating around.

"Got them nice and cozy for you, baby. Skinsense- surgically inspired skincare aimed towards the illusive ideal of perfection." Jungkook listed in a dramatic tone, reading off the client webpage you had studied for days in nauseating detail. "First problem- they're promising perfection. Too broad, right? Write that down. Second problem, all the pictures on this website are of the most random stock photo models I've ever seen, they're all so ugly. Are you writing this all down?"

"I can't write with these on," You said lamely, shoving the glasses off. "And anyway, first we need to build up a clientele profile. We need to cater towards a specific market. Like you said, the random stock photo models aren't cutting it and there's got to be a reason why product isn't selling- Skinsense has no direction."

"Okay, so we do research to find out exactly what the market is looking for in cosmetics products and how to convince them to buy this shit." He snapped, leaning back into his chair. He threw his arms up and crossed them behind his head, a cocky little smirk on his face. "Write that down."

You narrowed your eyes at him, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at him. He was so annoying, so infuriatingly smug with nothing to back it up with. This was his problem, he had all of these ideas and yet, hated coding them. You could see where this was heading- you doing all of the work and him getting all of the credit. What was next? Jungkook passing you up for a promotion while you're still stuck at being the office dumbo? No way, no way-

"Maybe we can do a focus group or survey people at the mall." You suggested with a shrug.

"Well, actually..." Jungkook mumbled, trailing off.

"What?" You asked nervously, entirely too scared of the look on his face.

This was going to be a pain in your ass, wasn't it?

You stared ahead blankly, wondering how on Earth you got to this point. Maybe you really were dumb. You had to be, nothing short of an idiot would let Jungkook convince them that the way to build a user profile for the Skinsense site was to come here- a pilates studio on the rich side of town.

"This is our clientele," Jungkook said confidently, crossing his arms with a smug smile on his face.

You looked around the room, turning your head slowly towards him with an exhausted expression on your face. You knew exactly why he did this- why he was so insistent on waking up at the crack ass of dawn to force you into taking a hot pilates class. There could only be one reason behind a man who insisted that boxing was the best workout ever would volunteer to do this.

Everyone else in the room was a very specific type of person- prim and proper, rich ladies with a large bank account and even larger, extremely perky asses. You narrowed your eyes as you looked around, wanting to shoot this idea down but you had to admit- these women had very nice skin.

"You are such a boy," You seethed, glaring at the sea of sports bras and tight leggings.

"I'm all man, baby. Let's get it," He grinned, eyes drifting towards a particularly bouncy blonde.

"You have to stop calling me baby," You mumbled, trailing after him.

"I'm gonna talk to some people, you know- ask about their skincare routines. Maybe get their contact information for a focus group," Jungkook mused, grazing the room with his eyes. What he meant was: he's going to hit on a bunch of women.

Things only got worse. The actual class was Hellish, stretching you out in ways you hadn't ever experienced before. It was so difficult you could feel yourself getting lightheaded at some points, which didn't get much better when you looked over at Jungkook, who sailed through every move the instructor modeled, all with the cheesiest grin on his face. You got distracted watching the way his legs flexed and stretched to hold him in impossible positions. His thin waist flashed alluringly when he bent over backwards in a bridge hold, exposed by his thin shirt riding all the way up.

You were weirdly thankful for the heaters blasting you from all directions for giving you an excuse for your flushed complexion. Jungkook's sex appeal was really starting to get to you. It wasn't your fault, any girl in your position would be having the same thoughts. This was all because of that fake date earlier- he was right, you hadn't been on a real one in way too long.

Looking at Jungkook made you feel lonely- more single than ever. Why was that?

The class ended before you could self analyze to death. He had already gotten three phone numbers from women, chatting up just about everyone in the room about their skincare routines and how amazing their complexion looked, slipping in charismatic compliments that had every girl blushing. You did your best to match him, making polite conversation with the girls in the back who seemed to be struggling just as much as you. They were nice and told you all about their ideal skincare, barely recognizing the brand when you name dropped Skinsense.

You had your work cut out for you.

"Okay, I'll admit it," You said after the class was over, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. "You're good."

"I told you, I know what I'm doing," Jungkook smirked, wiping the back of his neck with a towel. He was dripping, the white shirt he had on clinging to his body, outlining thick pecs and chiseled abs. It was...distracting. "I think I got enough information to know how to make a user profile, what about you?"

"Yeah, I think I've got it too. Why are you so fucking sweaty?" You frowned, enchanted by the way his body looked at the moment. His skin gleamed, a bead of sweat running down his carotid.

"I dunno, I run hot. Im always like this." He shrugged, pulling his shirt up to inspect how soaked it was, revealing his abs more. Your head ducked instinctively, leaning in closer to get a better look at his exposed skin before stopping yourself.

"You're always sweaty?"

"Yeah, are you always dry?" Jungkook said, reaching out to touch the back of your arm, checking for perspiration.

"When I'm not wet." Your mouth said it faster than your brain processed that this was Jungkook you were speaking to, making you pause for a beat after in regret.

Jungkook stared at you with the beginnings of a smile on his face, a stuttered, shocked laugh caught in the back of his throat.

"You should see someone about this," You said, moving on quickly and dragging a finger down the side of his neck, running through the sweat there.

"Y-Yeah, probably," Jungkook mumbled, stunned.

"Let's go- will you drive me home? I don't feel like walking and your car has a great AC system," You asked, already walking towards the exit because Jungkook never said no to you.

A week later, you submitted the user profile and it was flawless- completely operational, perfectly understandable from all angles, it just worked. You knew exactly what the clientele was looking for and what Skinsense needed to become in order to fill it.

"Did she say anything?" You asked nervously, nudging Jungkook in the shoulder.

You were standing above him at his desk, too anxious to keep refreshing your e-mail yourself. You had submitted the progress update to your boss as promised and were waiting for a response. He hummed in response, shrugging nonchalantly. You made a noise of annoyance, peeved that he didn't seem nervous at all. No, nothing even seemed to bother him at all- the only small sign of discomfort was his persistently tapping foot beneath his desk.

"She messaged-" Jungkook muttered.

You gasped and shoved him out of the way, sending him flying on his wheelie chair. Jungkook squeaked in protest and you felt him hook a finger into your belt loop to anchor himself to you, pulling himself back towards his computer by it.

You scanned the screen, mumbling through the email, "She approves- we're good, we're not fired."

"I doubt she was really gonna fire us," Jungkook grumbled.

"We did it!" You cheered, turning towards him with a grin on your face.

You were elated, over the moon, so incredibly happy.

"I told you," Jungkook said softly, a small smile on his face, "We make a good team."

"Yeah," You agreed, "We do."

#bts fic #jeon jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook x you #office au jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #bts fluff #bts imagines #jungkook x y/n #jungkook f2l

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softkuna · 3 years

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Toji Fushiguro || Toy || Fic

The Sukuna one had me like ✨✨✨ Now I must ask, can you- a toji x fem reader and him seeing Gojo eyeing up what's his and her responding to it and then toji being like oh hell no and basically railing her as punishment (degrading kink please it makes me jello) you don't have to write it if your not comfortable btw take your time and stay safe.

Content ║ Toji Fushiguro x Fem Insert. Toji’s shoulder pressed into the wall with such a force the damn thing could’ve dented. Arms crossed tensely against the broad puff of his chest. His teeth ground together, the sound of squeaking canines reverberating in his mind. Toji was seething. For a man with the physical prowess of a god, his tolerance was about as thin as a wet napkin. A wet napkin this woman decided to poke a well-manicured finger into.

Count ║ 1,311 words.

Consider ║ NSFW. Degradation Kink. Objectification. Female Insert (she/her). Alcohol. Grammar issues. Basic degeneracy.

Creator ║ So this is the first NSFW thing I have done like this ;v;. I’m not sure if this hit the mark for ya Anon, but hopefully it’ll do until I can get some more practice. It took a little while since I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing. Honestly this just feels subpar gomen. Enjoy jealous Toji, though -finger guns-.

The club was barely lit with black light and neon strewn about the solid concrete walls in seemingly random intervals. A particularly bright hot pink one cast across her collarbone, dowsing the tops of her breasts deliciously in contrast to the black latex dress. As much as Toji would like to shove her against that very wall, she had a job to do. For him. And he regretted it.

She was pushing her luck when she approached the table with a certain sway to her hips. Gojou peered around the tinted sunglasses, brow piqued in interest. She flashed a smile, smoothly setting a large bottle of some random high percentage alcohol onto the table. Sliding into the booth next to Satoru, the woman leaned a hand on his leg, the other moving to playfully snap the strap of a birthday hat under his chin, “I hear it’s someone’s birthday?”

His head tilted up along with the corners of his lips, “Guilty as charged. Are you my present, doll? Always heard the hostesses here were the best,” His voice purred against the thrum of the bass. She tucked hair behind her ear, eyes flickering back to the ravenette with a dangerous composition. The corner of her mouth twitched up at the obvious frustration resonating in the man. He couldn’t touch her. Couldn’t even dream of it if he wanted any semblance of information on this guy. It was the perfect opportunity to test a theory. Toji was the jealous type.

Toji’s shoulder pressed into the wall with such a force the damn thing could’ve dented. Arms crossed tensely against the broad puff of his chest. His teeth ground together, the sound of squeaking canines reverberating in his mind. Toji was seething. For a man with the physical prowess of a god, his tolerance was about as thin as a wet napkin. A wet napkin this woman decided to poke a well-manicured finger into.

He slammed down a shot, the burn at the back of his throat accompanying the burn of his own gaze. She wasn’t anything to him aside from an in. Yet somehow, the not-so-shaman made it a point to speak with her at least once a week, which usually lead into fucking her like a play thing. The lay was just as good as the information she could pry out of loose mouths. Immaculate. This go around, he needed information on someone in particular. Someone who just so happened to be here with a group. Someone who decided it would be a good idea to get a little handsy with his toy.

“Y’know,” Satoru murmured, “’s pretty sad to be alone in bed for my birthday.” Chilled pads of his fingers rested at the back of her neck. His gaze was hungry and she was a full course meal. Just his type. Perfect shape, perfect charm, perfect headrush. Her hand cupped his ear, whispering something his buzzing mind couldn’t fully piece together against the dense music.

She kept up the sweet act despite not getting a lick of information. The only dirt she dug up was that he could finish half a handle before getting buzzed. By the end of the night, Gojou’s hands squeezed at her thigh like he did her last string of patience.

The last thing Toji saw was the exchange of cards.

As the black-clad hostess passed by Toji, her hand trailed along the muscles of his chest, stiletto nails pressing just slightly into him. He followed close behind until they got to their regular spot. A private room tucked into the corner of the club. Commonly used for rich men thirsting to empty their wallets on a good lap dance. It was sound proofed, dimly lit, and somehow hot pink velvet was a prime design choice to set a steamy mood.

She crossed her arms, gaze hard as the door shut, “So, I’ve got bad new. He didn’t let a word slip-“ The sentence stopped as soon as it began.

“So doll’s got a sense of humor, huh?” His voice held an edge to match the snide smirk flashing over pointed canines. She knew exactly what was up and oh was it a dangerously delectable sight. One that made her cunt throb on nothing but adrenaline. The crease of his brow, the way his lips set into that hairpin curl, the tensing of each thick muscle along his arm – all of it leaving a sense of satisfaction in the pit of her stomach. Theory confirmed. He took a step closer; she didn’t shrink away. A lost challenge if he’d say so himself.

A large calloused hand shoved her onto cushions of the booth, catching her open mouth in his own with a bruising force. The man wasted no time with his prodding tongue, tasting the sweetness of peppermint and lapping it up while fending off her own slick muscle. A hand snaked into the roots of her perfectly done hair, white-knuckling just at the base of the skull. With a sharp yank, her head was yanked back, allowing break for air. Smug and breathless, she chimed, “Jealous?”

Toji blew air out in a single blackened laugh, “I’m not one to share my toys.” Teeth connected to her lips, rolling the flesh then moving to her throat. Purple marked his territory trailing down. The heat of his breath tickled the space directly next to her ear, “Now, you’re going to beg for me to forgive you. Make myself clear, slut?” Toji’s grip on her tightened, “Or is doll better for something getting used?” A rough tug to the back of her hair triggered a low moan from her heaving chest. After so many sessions, she knew he didn’t really want an answer. He wanted a reason go harder.

The hand once in her hair now gripped her jaw, keeping her gaze on him, “Answer me, toy. Or do I need to pull a string to make that cock-obsessed mouth move?” On que, free digits wrapped around the gusset of her thong, second knuckle just grazing the entrance of her heat before he pulled the sodden fabric taught, letting it snap back to place. The impact triggered another empty clench and gasp. Her hips writhed, a sappy pout puffing the bitten lips. More.

Toji maintained her heavy-lidded stare as he brought the knuckle to his lips. He watched as her own parted when his tongue swept up the sweetness collected at the joint. The way her hips rose to match the zipper’s height, the lock of her teeth on her finger, the desperation in her eyes – all of it made his stiffened cock twitch against her adorably hopeless grinding, “Looks like my toy is broken. Guess I’ll just fuck the apology out of it then.”

A wicked grin whipped onto his handsome face. Her mouth opened in rebuttal, only to get interrupted, “This is to teach a lesson, toy. What did you do to deserve the prep?” The gravel in his tone grew slightly dark, “Couldn’t even get the dirt I paid for.” His long digits did work past the gusset, slipping over her entrance, gathering the arousal, “Look how wet you already are for me.” A heated coil pressed in her at the words. She knew what was coming now and every inch of her craved it.

In what seemed to be a single motion, jeans and boxers were torn down. Her dress was hiked up with a satisfying peel, thong quite literally ripped off and thrown to the ground before she was flipped so that her back was pressed against his chest. Sturdy, veined arms wrapped at the backs of her thighs and under her knees. Truly, she was a doll for him to pleasure himself on and he made it a point to do so.

Toji lowered her so that the thick tip of his length pressed against her heart-beating heart. Her walls fluttered around him as he slid in. “For a broken toy, you’re pretty damn tight for me - ready to be played with. Get used- fuck.” Amusement broke through as she bit back a breathless sigh. His cock filled her easily, slick sliding down his shaft and pooling at the base. As he fully sheathed himself, he craned his neck forward, lips pressing at the shell of her ear, “Now, I want to hear you beg, bitch.” With that, the man snaked back and up, setting a relentless pace from the beginning. The sound of skin slamming into wettened skin filling the room along with the aroma of arousal.

She was stubborn. He was tireless. They’d both cum before the apology even had a chance to.

#🥩 .ask #🥩#🥩 .fic #🍺#🍺.ask #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #satoru gojou #gojou satoru #gojo satoru

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silv3rswirls · 3 years

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Learning Experience Pt.2

Anon asks: can we please get more of prof joon? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 something like namjoon bent her on his desk and was drilling into her from behind, then Professor Min walks in on them. 👀💀 it's high time you wrote a threesome, baby 🥵 two doms degrading, spitting and cumming on one inexperienced student sub oof- 👀🥵 i need me some holy water 🥵 it doesn’t have to be suga btw, add any member you like 🥺🥺 love you ❤️🥺

Warnings: female reader, professor/student, blowjobs, threesome, spit, spanking dirty talk/degradation, slight crying, overstimulation

Word count: 2k

nsfw below the cut

Your next after-class meeting with Professor Kim couldn’t have come sooner. Just waiting through his class drove you mad with impatience and left your mind to run wild and dirty as he lectured for the hour. You fidgeted in your seat as time ticked down, not caring about the annoyed glances the students around you were giving. Your mind was dead set on the fantasy of Namjoon fucking you, especially since it felt like it had been forever since the last time. Spring break had come quickly and Namjoon seemed too busy to meet up during the break- that or he didn’t want to. His class was ending soon as well, leaving you unsure of what would become of your and your professor’s odd relationship. Maybe it was foolish to have grown somewhat attached to him. Besides fulfilling just about every sexual fantasy and desire you had- he was actually pretty nice.

As everyone packed their belongings up and scurried out of the classroom, you stayed behind, slowly putting your things away before looking to Namjoon with a small smile. “Y/n, I was surprised to see how well you did” he commented as he flashed your latest paper to you.

You shrugged, “ I have a good teacher.” Your eyes followed Namjoon as he finished clearing his papers off his desk and slid his laptop away. You got up, moving to sit up on his desk and wait for him like always.

“You’re so impatient, can’t even make small talk?” He teased, rounding the desk to stand before you. You chewed on your lip, a wave of butterflies in your stomach as he leaned in closer. His hands massaged up and down your thighs, fingertips brushing the hem of your skirt.

“We can talk if you want…” You sighed under his touch. Namjoon hummed and leaned to begin kissing your neck, his hands continuing to knead your soft thighs.

“It’s fine” he murmured, “we have a lot to get to.” You wet your lips, mind running wild to what all the two of you would be getting up to. You were surprised you weren’t already on your knees for him, as that was how things usually began. What more could the two of you do other than blowing him or fucking? Namjoon’s hands found their way from your thighs and up your sides, stopping your chest and giving your breasts a light squeeze. “You remember the safeword?” You nodded with a hum, eager to see what he wanted to do with you. Namjoon didn’t waste any time in unbuttoning your shirt and discarding it, your bra went next and his hands were on your bare chest in no time. He groped you, his thumb rolling over your nipple a few times and you hummed a small moan when his mouth replaced them. You wrapped your arms around him and wracked your fingers through his hair.

You felt your professor’s teeth graze your shoulder as he turned away from your chest, placing little pecks up to your neck before leaving a hickey at the base of your neck. His hands found your thighs again, wasting no time in pushing under your skirt and pulling your panties down. His fingers dipped into your pussy, his thumb reaching to tease your clit. You squirmed and moaned under his movements, blushing as Namjoon’s gaze lifting to meet yours. A smile played on his lips as you squirmed under his stare. He didn’t tease you for long, didn’t even bother to say anything as he had you’re cumming around his fingers.

You took a moment to recover, a small pout coming to your face. You liked the pleasure but missed his usual teasing and degrading. Maybe he just wasn’t feeling it today? You reached for his belt, undoing it and moving to slip onto your knees, only to have him stop you. You were about to ask what was wrong or if he was done with you for the day, but he stopped you. “Wanna fuck you today” he murmured, turning your body and pushing you over his desk. After a few seconds of anticipation, you felt the head of his cock brush against you. One hand kept a tight grip on your hip as he pushed in, taking in the sight of your greedy hole stretching around and taking his dick. You sighed at the feeling and resisted the urge to push yourself back onto him as he seemed to be dragging the moment out. And when he completely stilled his movements you whined, tossing your head to look over your shoulder. “Hm?” He hummed, “something wrong?”

“Keep going” you pleaded. “Faster- harder.”

“Always so greedy” Namjoon faked annoyance, but the little grin never left his face. You moaned as he started thrusting again, this time at a much more satisfying pace. He gripped your hips roughly and held you in place as he fucked you. “Such a whore, only for your professor, right?” You nodded, yelping as his hand came down onto your ass. “Say it” he demanded.

“Only for you.” Your eyes squeezed shut as he kept the rough pace up and you’re relished in the sting left every time he smacked your ass. You were sure you’d be sore sitting in class tomorrow, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the pleasure building up in you and you almost tuned Namjoon and the rest of your surroundings out, but something brought you back. Your eyes snapped open as the door squeaked open, Had Namjoon forgotten to lock the door again? “N-Namjoon” You stuttered, there was no way the two of you could hide what was happening this time. Your eyes went wide as another man stepped in and you felt even more embarrassed as you made eye contact with him. “P-professor Min” you spoke, trying desperately to get Namjoon’s attention away from fucking the daylights out of you.

To your relief, Namjoon slowed down, “Yoongi, you’re late.”

“H-huh?” you looked back at your professor in confusion.

The door behind Yoongi closed and the lock clicked. “I got caught up.”

“What do you think Y/n?” Namjoon turned his attention back to you. “Want to let Professor Min join us today?” You gawked at Namjoon for a second, swallowing the dry lump in your throat. You knew of Min Yoongi but had never taken any of his classes. You vaguely remembered a friend of yours gush over how cute he was- and he was pretty handsome. Namjoon had been your first experience, so you had never really thought of the idea of a threesome, but...why not? You were already sleeping with your professor, why not just go all out at this point?

“Yes,” you breathed, despite being interested in trying it you couldn’t help the embarrassment seeping into you.

“Of course you do, such a slut.”

Before you knew it Namjoon was back to fucking you and Yoongi was standing in front of you. It seemed that Namjoon had already given Yoongi all the details, preferring to catch you by surprise. You didn’t mind though, admittedly the situation was pretty hot. Yoongi brushed the wisps of hair from your face as your hand pumped up and down his shaft. “Are you sure?” Yoongi asked quietly and you nodded with a small yes without much thought. He smirked, “Namjoon said you were eager, but I didn’t expect this much” he commented before pushing himself in your mouth. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before he was thrusting wildly into you with his fingers laced in your hair. You sputtered and choked out a moan as the tip of his cock brushed against the back of your throat. Yoongi persisted though, eating up the gags and lewd noises you were making.

“Look at him when you suck him off” Namjoon ordered and you tried to hum an apology as you met Yoongi’s eyes. Yoongi only gripped your hair tighter as he questioned how you could still look so innocent with his dick rammed into your throat.

“Fuck, you used to be such a good student, what happened?” Namjoon groaned as he fucked you. “Let yourself become such a slut so I’d help your grade?” Yoongi let go of your hair, only for Namjoon to grab it and yank you off of Yoongi. Your back arched as he pulled and Yoongi scoffed at the strings of spit poling at the corner of your mouth.

“You like being a mess?” He asked before grabbing your face and you squirmed under Namjoon as you felt your orgasm hit.

“I do” you moaned breathlessly as his fingers swiped to smear the saliva across your cheek.

“She’s always a drooling mess by the time we’re done.” Namjoon’s grip on your hips tightened as he came, spilling his cum inside you. You tried to steady your breathing as Namjoon pulled out. Your body rested on his desk and you squirmed tiredly at the feeling of his cum seeping from your pussy. You jumped at the feeling of one of them playing with you, rubbing your sensitive clit sloppily. You picked your head up to find Yoongi behind you now.

“Too much” you whined, tensing and squirming as Yoongi worked another orgasm out of you. Namjoon had taken Yoongi’s place in front of you, bushing your frazzled locks away and taking in your flushed face and tired eyes.

He pulled your head back, a bit more gentle this time. “Open” you let your mouth fall open without much of a thought, your eyes dropping closed as you feel him spit into your mouth. You didn’t have to be told to swallow and did so, letting Namjoon see that you had. Tears had already dripped down your face from Yoongi abusing your throat earlier, but fresh ones were beginning to bubble up as Yoongi seemed relentless in pushing you with more and more pleasure. When he finally stopped toying with you he turned you over so your back rested against the desk. “Gonna let Professor Min fuck you now?” Namjoon asked and you nodded, whining loudly as you felt Yoongi’s cock slid into you. Your tears fell as he began to thrust into you.

“Feels so good” you gasped.

“You let Namjoon fuck you to get your grade up, are you that stupid?” He spat, “what’s your excuse for fucking me?” Yoongi questioned, his stare hard as he watched your face twist and flush in pleasure. “Don’t have one? Just an empty-headed slut now?” You ate up his degrading words, it seemed that his voice could get you off just as well as Namjoon could. You peeked your eyes open to look back at Namjoon, who seemed to be enjoying the view of his colleague fucking you, and you had to admit that you were enjoying it just as much.

“Are you crying Y/n?” Namjoon laughed. You hadn’t even noticed the fresh tears re-staining your face as you came for the fourth time. You felt another glob of spit hit your face, running down your cheek with your tears. Yoongi was close behind you, cumming in you and pulling out halfway to let the rest hit your cunt. Yoongi remained between your legs for a moment, coming down from his high as he watched the cum drip down and out of you. Even after Yoongi stepped away to clean himself up you stayed there, trying to calm yourself down.

“Did we go too hard on her?” Yoongi finally asked, fixing his belt as Namjoon came to help you clean up.

“She’ll be fine” He smiled, “Come on Y/n, let’s clean you up.” You nodded before looking back at Yoong and thanking him for the fun. “I’ll take you for dinner after this, Yoongi can come too” Namjoon decided, “we can go back to my place afterward.” You smiled, eager to see what the three of you could possibly get up to later.

#bts #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts reactions #bts smut #kim namjoon #kim namjoon x reader #namjoon x reader #namjoon imagine #namjoon smut #min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi imagine #yoongi smut #bts suga #bts rm x reader #bts rm #bts suga x reader

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wildernessuntothemselves · 3 years

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Prey for You | Part 5

Genre: Smut, angst.

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: After finding out what Chan really thinks of you, you’re determined to never let him in again. But he finds a way to sneak back into your bed.

Warnings: super unhealthy relationship, dom!reader, sub!chan, milking but not the prostate way, use of a fleshlight, cumplay?, degradation, enemies to lovers, wolf!hybrid chan, fox!hybrid reader

A/N: this is a major risk cuz i don’t even know if I’m done editing this lol so if its a mess let me know and I might fix it lmao. the gif is for the bath scene btw uwu

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Part 5, Part 6

You wish you could immediately move out and go someplace else, away from Chan and the constant reminder that you’re not good enough for him. But if it was that easy, you wouldn’t have had to move in with him in the first place. Now you were forced to live with the man who everyday reminded you of what you could’ve had if only you weren’t what you were.

For his part, Chan tries to apologize to you, but what use is his apology now that you have confirmation of what he really thinks of you? That doesn’t mean he has let up, though.

“Hey, baby.” The man in question greets you as soon as you come back from a lecture. “I wanna talk to you.”

You can’t keep going through this. Every time he tries to justify himself--to explain why it’s a good idea that people don’t know about you-- it just cements in your mind that he’ll never see you as someone worthy of him, of anyone. So you silently move past him, walking towards your room and hoping that the severe look you have on your face will discourage him this time. But it doesn’t, and he follows you into your room.

“I have something to tell you.” He announces and you turn to face him with an agitated sigh. “Then say it and go.”

You hope this will be quick, at least, but your hope is dashed when he crosses the distance between you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you towards his body. You open your mouth to curse him out, but the smell of him floods your nose with a spicier tinge to it than usual.

“Oh.” Your mouth gapes in realization. “You’re going into heat.”

He nods, leaning down to nuzzle your nose with his before going further, trying to catch your lips in a kiss, but his lips barely brush yours before you lean back, your hands pushing your body as far away from his as the embrace can allow. “So? That doesn’t change anything.”

“The hell it does.” He grimaces, not pleased with your reaction. “I need you.”

“No, you need to get laid. You could get that from any of your groupies.”

He scoffs in disbelief, “So you want me to go fuck other women?”

You realize how far you’ve let things go when just hearing him say it out loud makes you want to fold in on yourself to protect your heart from getting torn to pieces. You shouldn’t have let things get this far. There is a reason you were so cautious before and you’ve gone and fucked yourself over at the first sign of someone being nice to you, of someone showing you the slightest hint of trust and affection. And you thought you were strong.

“I don’t care what you do.” You lie through your teeth, wishing to at least keep the knowledge of your shameful demise from him. “We’re not together.”

That angers him the most. “Yes, we are!”

“Really? Because no one else seems to know.” You seethe, and he finally pulls away from you, infuriated at you as if you’re the one being ridiculous. “You’ve seen how my friends reacted. How do you think everyone else is gonna react?”

“That shouldn’t matter!”

“You’re just saying that because you don’t have anything to lose.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe how full of yourself you are! You think I would be so damn honored if people knew I am with the pride of predators that you are?”

“Stop fucking saying that! Do I need to be a mindless brute to earn your respect as a predator?”

“No, but this--” You gesture vaguely towards him with distaste, “certainly isn’t earning my respect.”

He takes a deep breath, face red and aggression rolling off of him in waves. You wonder if he’ll attack you like last time. But he just grits through his teeth, looking away, “What am supposed to do with my heat?”

“I don’t care.” You mutter, and his eyes snap to you, a little wild with fury.

You hold your breath as he starts walking towards you, a muscle ticking in his jaw, and you imagine what it would be like if he were to snap it around your neck. Would it hurt more or less than you’re hurting right now? But instead of tearing your throat out, he walks past you and out of the room.

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Chan has been gone for an hour now. And your mind was running wild with images of him fucking someone else. You feel stupid. You’re the one who sent him away, but what were you supposed to do? Give yourself completely to him until he has exhausted his need of you and throws you away? He’s made his stance pretty clear, and you’d be pathetic to let him use you like that.

You're busy beating yourself when you hear the front door open, and you almost jump out of your skin. You whip around towards it, your treacherous affection hoping to see that Chan has changed his mind and came back to you, but instead your all too familiar bitterness takes hold of you as you see him stumbling into the apartment with a girl, their lips locked and their hands all over each other.

You suppose there must be some truth to the phrase “if looks could kill” because the girl--a bunny hybrid--pulls away from Chan and her big eyes flit around the living room anxiously until they land on you. She squeaks when your eyes meek and she fearfully latches onto Chan’s arm. “You d-didn’t tell me you had a-a roommate.”

Chan on the other hand is straight up grinning as he sees the murderous look on your face. He bends down to whisper something in the girl's ear that you can’t hear, but judging by the motion of his head and the direction she looks, you know he’s telling her where his bedroom is and to go wait for him there. She gives you one last nervous look before she scurries down the hall and disappears. When she’s gone, he struts over to you like a peacock showing off his feathers.

“You look upset, baby girl.”

“You’re a fucking bastard.” You spit out. He smiles wider and leans over you, pushing his hands against the back of the couch and caging you between them. "Last chance, fox. You gonna be a good girl for me or would you rather I go in there and fuck that pretty thing? I know she’ll be more than happy to do anything to please me."

You push him away roughly. He staggers for a second but quickly holds himself upright, grabbing your hands in a painful grip. “That wasn’t so nice, fox.” He grunts, pulling one of your hands towards his crotch and making you feel how hard he is. “But I’ll give you one more chance.”

“You’re such a fucking slut.” You scowl, roughly palming his dick through his pants. He seems to love it though, biting his lip as a groan slips out of him. Vexed, you pull your hand back and get up, leaning up to hiss at him, "Get her the fuck out and come to my room."

His triumphant smile is met with a disgusted sneer from you. "You think you've won?"

“Kinda, yeah.” He laughs cockily.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

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He quickly loses his smile when he steps into your room and sees the items you have on the bed--a fleshlight and a bottle of lube. He gives you a disheartened look. “No, no, this isn’t what we agreed on.”

“We didn’t agree on anything.”

"I'm going into heat. I need to fuck you not some toy!"

“You can leave if you want. See if the little bunny isn’t too hurt to let you fuck her.” You challenge, confident that he will take anything you give him at this point.

Groaning in defeat, he slumps down on the bed, and you smile knowingly, ordering him to undress for you. He obliges, although not without a sour pout. When he's naked, you gesture for him to come sit with you on the bed, back pressed against your chest as he settles between your legs.

He is hard despite his protests, and you open the bottle of lube and squirt some of it on his cock, putting it down then wrapping your hand around him and pumping his cock slowly, just spreading the lube all over it.

Grabbing the fleshlight with your other hand, you bring it to his lips. "Use your mouth, puppy."

He groans, reluctantly peeking his tongue out to lap at the toy. You tsk in disapproval. “You’ll never get it wet this way. You’re really big, puppy.” You drawl, dragging your fist tightly up his long member and extracting a deep groan out of him. “Wouldn’t want your cock to get hurt when I fuck you with it dry now, would you?”

He gives you a dissatisfied grunt but he pushes his tongue out more, starting to lick the opening of the fleshlight more deliberately now. “Good boy. Get it all wet so I can use it to milk every last drop of cum from your balls. Maybe then you’ll behave.”

His hips buck up into your hands and he starts pushing his tongue in and out of the toy, the wet sounds of his tongue working the fleshlight filling up the room.

"You're so pathetic. Eating out this silicone pussy so I can fuck you with it instead of sticking your dick in some bitch's warm pussy. All because I want you to, right?" You whisper in his ear before pressing soft kisses down his neck. His breath hitches and he pushes his hips up into your hands again, needing more than the gentle touches you were giving him.

"You'll do anything if I ask you to." You state, pulling the toy away from his mouth, breaking off the tiny translucent strings of saliva that connect them. Letting go of his dick, you grab the lube again and order him to put two fingers out for you. You squeeze some of the lube onto them then bring the fleshlight to his hand. “Finger your pussy open, baby.”

“You’re driving me crazy.” He groans as pushes his fingers into the toy, and you laugh. “Aw, is this frustrating for you, puppy?”

“Yes.” He hisses, his fingers fucking in and out of the toy aggressively.

“Good.”

When you’re satisfied with how slick the toy has gotten, and how needy he’s become, you order him to stop and line it over his cock. “Ready, puppy?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be for a fucking toy.” He swears and you smile, plunging the fleshlight over his cock. You don’t need his enthusiasm to do what you want as with a few jerks of the toy, he’s already melting back onto you and moaning out his pleasure, his impending heat already working him to the edge of insanity.

“See? You’re nothing but a horny dog trying to get off.” You use your free hand to massage his lower belly just above the base of his member, stoking the fire building there. “I should lock your dirty cock in a cage during this heat so you won’t go around humping and fucking whoever you can get your hands on. Only let you out when I want to use you.”

“Then use me, please. Take what you need from me.” He moans even louder, his back arching and his hips fucking up into the toy. “Sit on my face and make me eat you out until I can't breathe or sit on my cock and ride me until you've had your fill.” "And give you the satisfaction of giving me pleasure? No, you don't even deserve that. You'll just sit here and take everything like the selfish dog you are." You slide your hand up his body, brushing your fingers over his nipple. He instantly jerks and tries to close his legs but a harsh growl in his ear is all that's needed for him to swing his legs back open.

“See? You’re already gonna cum, aren’t you?” You mock, reaching your hand out to grab the small glass cup you left at the bedside table and placing it under his cock.

“What are you doing?” Chan sputters, confused and embarrassed.

“Wanna see how much cum you have for me, puppy. Show me how bad you need me.” You coax, taking the fleshlight off and using your hand instead, stroking his cock from bottom to top and pointing the leaking tip of it inside the cup.

“Ahh---that’s filthy.” Chan protests but his eyes are glued to the scene and his moans get higher in pitch as you both prepare for him to orgasm. Your hands continue their rhythmic pumping as spurts of white cum start shooting into the glass, almost as if you’re manually squeezing them out of his dick.

“That’s a lot of cum. Such a horny dog.” You murmur, taking in the amount of cum collecting in the glass, and he shudders, transfixed by the way your hand is milking every last drop from him. “And you’re wasting all of it. What a useless pup. Should’ve never been a wolf.”

He growls and lays his head back on your shoulder to look up at you.You think he’s going to argue with you about what you just said but instead he stares at you with his puppy eyes and breathlessly asks for a kiss.

You could refuse him, of course. He doesn’t deserve it. But you want it too, his plump, red lips too enticing to pass up, and so you close the distance between you and capture them in a lazy kiss. But you barely start before he’s squirming and whining against you.

“I suppose you still have more to give me.” You murmur against his lips and start moving your hand over his dick again--the wet sounds from your lips against his and your hands over his dick soon filling up the room.

“Such a big boy.” You marvel as you pull away from his slick lips to gaze at his dick, his breath stuttering when you swipe your palm over the leaking head. “But you won’t even get to use it because you’re a dumb, selfish pup.”

He blinks tiredly at you, apologetically, but you’ll have none of it.

“Ready to fuck your toy again?” You ask haughtily, and he sighs, nodding defeatedly.

“There you go.” You put the toy back on him.

You’re surprised by how vocal he’s being. He’s the loudest you’ve ever heard him. You guess the heat was getting to him as he doesn’t even try to hold back, his moans lusty and shameless. He’s so consumed by the pleasure taking over his body like he’d die without it, and honestly it’s affecting you more than you’d like to admit, your panties sticking to your heat uncomfortably.

"You sound like a whore getting fucked.” You scoff, pumping his dick faster with the fleshlight. "Are you that desperate?"

“Hmm--yes! Please...fuck me--” He cries, easily giving in as his hips jolt up. “Need your hot---ahh--wet pussy around my cock. You can milk me all you want then. I’ll be all yours. My cum is all yours.”

“But I don't need to do that when you’re already being such an easy slut for me.” You move your hand up to his chest again, rubbing and teasing his nipples.

"But you want me--" He gasps as you pinch his nipple in retaliation. "Fuck me, please. Need your pussy--oh god.”

“You don’t need it, dumb puppy. You’re cumming fine enough in this toy.” You put your lips to his neck, sucking on the sensitive spot under his ear then laving over it with your tongue.

“But I want more.. And I know you want---ahhh, fuck--fuck!" He cries out, looking down in time to watch himself empty into the cup again. And like last time, you make sure to catch every last drop.

“Hah--please.” He pants, leaning back to look up at you, his eyes focusing on your lips. “Kiss...”

You sigh, kissing him. He doesn’t have to be instructed in this, his lips opening automatically and his tongue pushing needily into your mouth. As his panting moans pick up again, you pull away.

“Please fuck me.” He draws the request out, pleading.

“No.”

He whimpers at your definite tone and huffs. “Then let me see you at least.”

“See me?” You quirk an eyebrow at him and he nods earnestly. "Wanna see you."

You move out from behind him and settle between his open legs. “Here I am.”

But his gaze isn’t on your face, it’s glued to your hard nipples poking through your tank top in arousal.

“Ah, you wanna see my tits, puppy? Will that help you cum more for me?” You pull your tank top over your breasts, exposing them. He whines at once, struggling to stay in his spot, his tongue swiping over his lips hungrily.

"What is it? Wanna put suck on them, puppy?" You tease, sitting up and leaning your chest over his face, your breasts just out of reach of his mouth.

“Yes! Please, can I?” He begs, and just his breath brushing against your nipples is enough to have you rubbing your legs together. You don’t even want to imagine how fast you’d cum if he put his hands on you.

Tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, you push his face into your chest. “Go ahead. You better make it worth my while.”

His mouth immediately latches onto one of your nipples, lathering it with saliva and sucking on it eagerly.

"Fuck, that's a good boy." You hiss, grabbing the fleshlight and pulling it over his cock, not wanting to get distracted. But the faster you work him, the more eagerly he kisses and sucks at your tits, his tongue hungrily licking all over your chest and his teeth insistently nibbling at the skin.

It's so good the friction you’re getting from rubbing your legs together is enough to make your orgasm build up. You're both impressed and mortified that you can feel yourself getting close just from jerking him off and having him suck on your tits. But you can't dwell on it too much, too busy trying to get him and yourself off.

You get what you want when he flicks your nipple with his tongue then wraps his lips around your entire areola and sucks harshly, ripping the orgasm from your body. Gasping loudly, your movement over his cock stops and your head drops down. But Chan quickly reaches out and grabs your jaw, pulling your head against his so he can see your face as you cum, the both of you wide-eyed and breathing heavily as the orgasm shakes your body.

"Fuck." Chan grunt, his hips bucking up into the stationary fleshlight as moans flow through his spit-slick lips. You can tell he’s almost there and you pull the fleshlight away and reach for the cup but it's too late, his seed shooting out and landing on your belly, marking you with it and trailing down slowly towards your pussy.

"Shit, sorry." He groans apologetically but he’s too weak to do anything about it. Exhausted from the three back to back orgasms, he falls back to the bed, boneless.

You sigh, setting the cup down and getting up to grab some tissues to clean yourself up. When you walk back to the bed, you find Chan struggling to keep his eyes open.

“No, no, get up. Come on, you need to wash off.” You tug on his arm, but his body is too heavy to budge.

“I’m too tired.” He whines like a puppy trying to get out of a bath.

“You won't have to do anything. You just sit in the tub and I’ll clean you up.” You try to pull at his arm again but he just buries his face in the pillows and ignores you. You sigh, running your hand over his skin patiently. “Come one, don’t you want a nice, warm bath? Wouldn’t it feel good after all this effort? It’ll loosen your muscles right up.”

He lifts his head up, regarding you, and you brush the hair out of his face softly. “Come on, puppy. I’m tired too.”

He finally complies, getting up and letting you tug him towards the bathroom. You don’t give him a real bath, you just make him sit in the tub while you scrub and clean his body, letting the warm water stream over him and wash the soap and tension away.

By the time you’re done, he was starting to doze off again. He looked really cute like that, his eyes almost all the way closed and his lips in a slight pout as he tries to keep his head up.

You pat his cheek gently, drawing his attention towards you. “Get up, pup. We’re done.”

He nods groggily and slowly stands up. You dry him off with a towel then lead him to your bed, telling him to wait a minute while you go grab something for him to wear. You know he likes sleeping in only his boxers so you just grab that and come back, handing it to him to put on while you go grab a towel for yourself.

“I’m gonna go take a shower. I want you back in your room when I’m back.”

Your words jolt him awake, his eyes wide and alert suddenly. “What? But I thought...” He trails off, looking at you as if asking for you to help finish his sentence. Which is just ridiculous, you don’t, of course. You stare at him with a blank face until he continues in a small voice, "I was hoping I could stay."

“What gave you that impression? You thought you could manipulate me into fucking you and then everything will be fine and dandy?”

“No. I just really miss you.” He states helplessly, and tears spring up into your eyes at that.

I miss you. You’re special. These are all meaningless words that just serve to put another stab in your heart and remind you of what you’ll never actually have from him.

“I don’t have the energy for this right now.” You say weakly, turning your back around and heading for the door quickly. “Just leave.”

As soon as you get into the shower, you start to sob. You feel like shit. You've gone through so much abuse and ridicule before but this has to be the worst you’ve ever felt about yourself, for yourself. You have so easily given into him. He’s got you where he wants you again, and he didn't even have to compromise anything to get it. You just walked right into it like an idiot, and now you fear that you feel too much for him to get out of this intact.

You stay a long time in the shower, waiting for your tears to dry up, but they never do. All you can manage is to get them to stop streaming down your face like the water does, holding them in your eyes and hoping the long shower allowed enough time for Chan’s scent to disperse from your room.

But when you walk back into your room, towel wrapped snugly around your body, you find Chan himself still in there, sitting on top of your newly made bed. And just like that, the tears fight to be shed again.

“I changed the sheets.” He pipes up, looking at you for approval.

“Oh, you changed the sheets? I guess I have to let you stay now.” Your retort is weak and hoarse. “Baby…” He stands up and walks over to you, reaching a hand out to tug at your own gently, but you quickly snatch it back and take a step away from him,

”Don’t.” Your voice cracks and you turn away in a panic, not wanting him to see you shed any tears for him. But it's useless as he easily turns you back towards him and wraps you in his strong arms. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks like he genuinely cares.

"You're what's wrong!" You sob, trying and failing to to get out of his embrace.

“Don’t say that.” He pleads, wiping your tears and kissing each of your cheeks despite your struggles. “Please, don’t cry.”

“How can I not when I’ve fallen in love with you.” You scream the words at him, hoping that the sheer heartache your voice contains will cast him away from you. And for a moment it seems to work as he staggers at your confession, his face a look of pure shock. This is it. He'll finally take pity on you and stop messing with you. Or at the very least he'll realize that this game isn't fun anymore and he'll back off.

“Just leave me be, please.” You plead, trying once again to pull away from his now loose embrace, but as soon as you move, he snaps out of it, his grip tightening around you even more. Pushing his forehead against yours, he breathes out, “I love you too.”

Before you can think about it, you raise your hands to scratch at him, anything to defend yourself from the continuous torment he’s subjecting you to. You only manage a weak swipe at his cheek before he has both your wrists in his grip and pinned to your back.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He curses, the tiniest bit of blood seeping out of the fresh wound in the middle of his cheek.

“Stop playing with me!”

"I'm not playing! I love you." He shouts back at you, and his words hurt like a dozen pellets piercing your skin. Because either he’s sick enough to lie about this, to continue playing with you despite how precarious your position has become, or he really does love you but his disgust at you is so great that it doesn’t matter.

"How can you say that when you’re ashamed of being with me? How can that be love?"

"You're one to talk! I'm always the one trying not to lose you and you're always the one pushing me away. What does it matter whether people know about us or not when you’re fucking crying at the mere fact that you fell in love with me?"

“I'm crying because the man I fell in love with is so ashamed of loving me that he won't even defend me in front of his friends!"

"And if I do? If I tell everyone that I love you and take all the damage and then you inevitably leave me?" He accuses, so sure of his words like he knows it will happen. All the fight leaves your body at that. He’ll never trust you, will he?

"Why are you assuming the worst of me?" You snivel weakly.

"No, you can’t pull that shit!” He rages, “You don’t have the right to treat me like shit and then cry about the fact that I don’t trust you! I have every right to be scared that in a couple of months you'll look at me and remember how much of an impotent predator you think I am and drop me."

“Then why do you keep me around?” You ask in a small voice, scared of the answer.

“I… I don’t know.”

You laugh bitterly, but Chan stays silent, rooted to his spot and waiting for you to do or say something. You can’t handle this anymore, not now at least. Every time the two of you talk, you hate yourself more. You need to get away from him or you’re afraid you’ll collapse into a void of self-loathing you’ll never be able to pull yourself out from.

Sighing wearily, you slowly shuffle to your closet. You drop your towel and put on some underwear before you start pulling on a pair of pants and a shirt.

“What are you doing?” Chan fumes as he realises what you’re doing. “Are you going out?!”

You stay silent as you pick out some shoes and put them on.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You can’t go out right now. We’re talking!”

You ignore him once again, walking towards the door. He tries to intercept you, face red, “You’re not leaving!”

“Watch me.” You say coldly, going around him and walking out the door.

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You didn’t have a place in mind when you went out. You just needed to breathe, to get some fresh air. But you soon find that too sobering, the fresh wounds hurting too much for you to feel them right now. So you decided you’ll do the opposite, stop feeling. And how do you do that? Everyone’s favorite poison. And so you head to the nearest bar you can find.

You’re barely finished with your first glass when you hear a deep voice digging its way through your fuzzy hearing. “Hey! You’re that fox from Chan’s place, right?”

Your heart stops at the sound of his name, and you stare at the empty glass in your hand, determined to ignore the intruder until he goes away. But he just plops down into the seat across from you, exclaiming ever louder. “It is you!”

You stay silent, and he carries on, thinking you don’t recognize him. “I’m Felix by the way if you don’t remember.”

You still don’t give him any response, but he doesn’t give up. "I'm sorry, I didn't really get your name last time..." He trails off, looking at you expectantly. Your gaze shifts to him and he falters when he sees the dead look in your eyes.

After some pause, he drops the cheery look from his face, and says somberly, "Look, I know you probably hate us all because of what happened, and you have every right to, but I just want to apologize for what my friends said. They're really good people but they can be a lot misguided."

You snort mockingly at that, but he seems encouraged that he managed to get any form of response from you, and he continues on. “But you probably don’t want to hear that right now. Anyway, I just really wanted to apologize. I know how it feels to be distrusted because of what you are.”

That gets your attention, and you look at him closely, realizing he is a cat hybrid. They get the same lot as fox hybrids, albeit less severe if the fact that he’s friends with Chan and his pack is anything to go by.

“But you’re friends with them.” You comment suspiciously.

“Well, it’s because Chan took me under his wing. When he trusted me, the others did too. I kind of owe him a lot.”

“Ah, yes, the Perfect Chan agenda.”

“He’s definitely not perfect." He clarifies quickly, and you quirk an eyebrow at that. "Don't get me wrong, I love him like a brother but he can be really stubborn sometimes. He can never let himself be wrong about anything ever or else he'll start spiraling."

“No offense--umm, Felix, was it?” You ask and he nods eagerly, happy that you're talking. “If I wanted to chat about Chan I would've talked to one of his groupies.”

His face blooms red and he sputters sheepishly, “You're right! I just wanted to apologize.”

“Apology accepted.” You say dismissively, waving him away, but he stays, and you give him an exasperated look.

He breaks eye contact, his gaze dropping to his hands.Fiddling with the cup in his hands, he mumbles quietly, “Can I hang out with you for a bit?”

“Now why would I say yes to that?”

He thinks for a while, a pout on his face as he concentrates on finding an answer that will satisfy you. You can see the exact moment an idea pops into his head as his face lights up with a mischievous smile. “Because it will piss off Chan?”

“A kitty after my own heart.” You reach out to pet his head, chuckling at the blush on his pretty face intensifies at that

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Felix is something else, you’ll give him that. He’s sweet and cute and he radiates so much warmth and happiness. He’s different from the usual cat hybrids who are cold and aloof even if secretly affectionate. You had wondered at the beginning how a cat hybrid can be so close to Chan and his pack, but it took a whole five minutes of being in his company for you to see it. Simply, Felix exuded a pure, happy energy that was infectious to everyone around him. Even you, down in the dumps and heartbroken, were starting to feel a little better in his presence.

Or maybe that was the inordinate amount of alcohol you have managed to consume throughout the time you spent together. And you guess it was quite some time because as soon as you stumble through the door to Chan’s apartment, the wolf is on you like a dog with a bone.

“Where were you? I was worried sick!”

“Now that’s a funny joke.” You slur, laughing stupidly.

“Are you drunk?” He bellows, sniffing you out. Then he suddenly freezes, a low growl rumbling out of him as he grabs you roughly, glaring at you with wild eyes. "Why do you smell like Felix?"

"I met up with him." You shrug, maddeningly jubilant to the livid wolf.

“What?”

“I. met. up. with. him” You repeat slowly.

"You went out drinking with Felix?" You grits carefully, and you swear you can almost see his eyes grow dark and menacing. But you’re too blissfully drunk to heed the warning storming inside their depths.

"Sure did." You reply nonchalantly.

"I told you…” He says slowly, lips curling around the words and infusing them with a cold fury. “to stay away from my friends."

"We were just talking." You insist stubbornly, needing him to see for once that you’re not the twisted monster he thinks you are. “He said he’d like to be friends.”

Chan’s grip tightens even more around your arms, so much so that it pierces through the foggy numbness of your intoxication. The pain brings about a sense of sobriety, and your breath stills as you become aware of much danger you were in right now.

But Chan wasn’t going to hurt you. Not physically at least.

You feel the blood return to your arms as he lets you go, a look of revulsion and contempt vilifying his face more than anger or violence ever could.

“Stay away from him.” He commands roughly, “I actually care about him.”

Any numbness you had gotten from the alcohol suddenly leaves your body and you crash, feeling all the pain all at once.

I actually care about him. Unlike you. And you’ll sully him if you get close.

“This--” You gesture between the both of you, face completely devoid of emotion. "is over."

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A/N: you guys still want them together? because I think the next chapter will be the last. i mean it won’t matter anyway cuz I’m pretty settled on the ending lol but I’d still like to know

#chan smut #bangchan smut #chan angst #bangchan angst #stray kids smut #stray kids angst

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btw, this was written and never finished i just thought i should post it cause why not! oh yes also crimson flower route spoilers i guess though major canon divergence too. I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO ADD THE READ MORE THING SO HERE WE ARE SORRY

She hears a scream.

So naturally, she reacts to it.

Reacting to something has taken so long before.

Flames whipping towards her faster than she can acknowledge them has never been such a prolonging experience. It feels like hours. It’s only been seconds.

She stretches her arms wide as she shoves Byleth out of the way.

The woman barely stumbles, just falls flat onto her back, and stares up at her with wide eyes. Wide eyes rapidly filling with tears.

She’s only ever seen Byleth cry once. It was that day, that one horrible day with the incident with Monica no, Kronya, where her father had taken his last breath to a dagger.

In the numb roaring from her ears, she wonders why exactly Byleth is crying.

The second heat licks her bare skin she realises what she’s done.

Edelgard’s throat feels tight. Too tight.

It was funny in a way. Funny in a bitter, cruel way. The esteemed Emperor of Adrestia, who has survived many wars, prevailed in hundreds of battles, toughened through blows from swords, spears, axes and bows, you name it, can’t survive flames so seemingly easy to avoid.

Something presses against her heart. It takes her seconds to realise it’s a hand. A soft shaking hand. She sees Byleth’s mouth move but no words seem to come out.

The roars in her ears shatter along with the surroundings.

“That was unimpressive.”

The voice startles Edelgard awake, and she’s unable to hold in the flinch when she’s greeted with darkness only pierced by a small green light.

Edelgard takes a staggering step forward. Her stomach hurdles when she glances beneath her feet, only to see pitch black darkness.

The strange voice continues. “At least I came to your rescue, even if you did interrupt my sleep.” A yawn. “Okay, come on over. How bad is everything? How far back do we need to go?”

“Who are you?” Edelgard demands. Her voice wavers but she tries to keep her voice strong.

A figure steps into the limelight, wearing an intricate dress of blues, reds and white. Long green hair swishes over a small and slim frame, though it doesn’t seem like it’s weighing the person down like it should.

“Oh, you must have hit your head.” She mock laughs. “Ha. Ha. Ha.” She claps slowly with each word. Green eyes lock with Edelgard’s. She blinks. “Oh.” She blinks again, then frowns. “You’re not Byleth.”

“Byleth?” Edelgard’s voice comes out in a growl, a shaky growl, but a growl no less. She glares at the girl in front of her. “Wh-what have you done to her?”

The girl looks affronted. Her eyebrows draw upward, and her jaw falls slightly agape. “Are you accusing me of doing something to Byleth?” she demands in a snappish tone. “Because all I have done is saved her. Many times.”

“But then-” Her voice cracks. “-then where is she?”

Her eyes sting with tears.

The girl sighs. She sits down on a throne which was non-existent until seconds ago, pulling her knees to her chest. “I don’t know.”

And here comes the tummel of questions making a ruckus in Edelgard’s head.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” she cries, feeling tears streak down her cheeks. “What-what do you mean? Where is she? Where am I? Who are you? What-”

“Woah, woah, woah, when I say I don’t know…” The girl inhales sharply. “It means I actually don’t know. I have no idea where Byleth is. But we are-” She glances around. “Somewhere. But my name is Sothis.”

Something in Edelgard snaps. “Sothis?” she growls. “You’re the-the proclaimed ‘Goddess’?”

The girl – Sothis – pinches the bridge of her nose. “Oh, so you’re the girl Byleth yammers on non-stop about.”

She pauses. “What?”

“Byleth has told me about you. About how your goal to eliminate the church, therefore eliminating all belief in the Goddess, AKA me.” She pauses before adding “She’s also spoken very highly of you. You’re important to her.”

Her throat clenches. She feels tears well in her eyes.

She’s important to me too.

“Is that so?” Sothis tuts, pursing her lips.

Edelgard flinches. She takes a wary step back “I said nothing,” she says, even if it’s more like she’s convincing herself than Sothis.

Sothis laughs. She actually laughs, even though it’s more of a delighted giggle. “Oh, you have so much to learn!” She’s wearing a carefree smile, nothing like her sleepy, disoriented gaze from only seconds ago.

“Where are we?” Edelgard repeats. She’s slowly gaining her bearings. “What happened?”

Sothis groans, dragging a hand down her face. “You died,” Sothis tells her. “You died against that dragon by protecting Byleth.”

The reality hits her like a slap to the face. It stings. “I… died?”

“Are you really this thick-skulled?” the Goddess snaps, slapping her hands down on the sides of the throne, to which a resounding smack echoes through the dark area. “You died. You’re dead. Dead. Dead. Dead! Yet I have no idea why you’re here now and Byleth isn’t.”

“Byleth’s… has she come here? Byleth knows you.”

The look Sothis sends her is terrifying, even without words to accompany it.

Byleth.

Her eyes sting again, though she makes no move to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

“You seem to not know much,” Sothis muses. “Would you like a reminder of the battle?”

Before Edelgard can say a word, Sothis clicks her fingers and Edelgard is staggering through a road with flaming buildings on either side.

She stares ahead, vision blurring as she tries to make sense of this situation. Her back presses against the wall without her knowledge and she feels something squeeze her hand.

Dorothea looks down at her, smiling nervously, yet she’s still smiling. Her hand holds Edelgard’s, and she squeezes it once more. “This’ll be fine,” she murmurs. It’s almost like she’s trying to convince herself more than she’s trying to convince Edelgard.

She doesn’t recall this from the battle. She doesn’t recall walking down these paths, ever the same despite the minor differences. She doesn’t recall Dorothea clutching her hand, because no, Byleth was the one clutching hers as they sliced through their enemies and approached Rhea.

A squeaky “Y-yes, it will” slips out of her mouth.

Dorothea walks a few steps forward and Edelgard follows and holds a bow out, squinting at the Demonic Beast snarling at nothing in particular.

The thing is she’s using a bow. She doesn’t even think she’s touched one before.

Empty red eyes suddenly lock with hers and she feels herself flinch and yelp. The arrow flings out of her grip, barely skimming the Demonic Beast’s scales.

The Demonic Beast stomps forward, whipping it’s tale back and forth when Dorothea lunges in front and blasts a Thoron at it.

The creature takes the blow, and Edelgard uses that as a chance to use her bow again.

Why am I using a bow?

That question remains unanswered as she launches another arrow at it. This time it hit’s the Demonic Beast’s forehead. She feels euphoric for a little moment. Almost smiles. Doesn’t. Especially as it’s tail swings around, so fast neither of them can avoid it and knocks Dorothea over some broken picket fences to some Church Soldiers and Edelgard into a crumbling building.

A brick falls and slams against her arm.

The bow snaps into pieces. The brick crushes her arm. Edelgard screams, something so shrill it can’t possibly belong to her.

“Bernie!” Dorothea cries. Edelgard freezes questioning the name of her ally, her friend before another brick clatters down, landing inches away from her face. While her head whips to Edelgard, a spear pierces through her stomach and her head lolls back, blood spitting out of her mouth. “B…ern…”

Dorothea. Edelgard cries out, though by the looks of it Bernadetta is too. Dorothea gone. Dorothea who didn’t care about anyone’s differences. Dorothea who treated every member of the Black Eagles as equals. Dorothea who comforted everyone in times of need. Dorothea who was a beautiful, beloved, and kind-hearted soul who did not deserve to fight in a war she didn’t even belong in.

“What will you do, when the war is finished?” Edelgard had asked one particularly sunny day whilst the two were having tea.

Dorothea had smiled, green eyes full of something so sweet it warmed Edelgard’s heart. It was always a pleasure to see her friend, so awfully affected by war, smiling so happily. “I’d like to return to the opera, I guess,” she had replied, her lips quirking up. “Though I’ll see where my life takes me.”

Her body goes limp.

Another two bricks fall down, and Edelgard’s vision turns dark before she wakes up again nearby Caspar and Lysithea, the two shielding her and fending off the opposing soldiers.

In the distance she can see Catherine, holding Thunderbrand out and staring down at the three with an amused grin tugging at her lips. The sight is sickening. Edelgard holds her hands out, fixing up a gash on Caspar’s upper arm while he takes a breather against the enemies. The wound slowly fixes itself up.

Lysithea uses a Dark Spikes.

Then Caspar goes back to swinging his axe.

Stunned, Edelgard feels herself stare at her hands. She’d never learnt healing spells before. …Why did she know them now?

Catherine runs forward to the three of them suddenly, when Lysithea finishes off the last Church soldier in the area they’re in.

Caspar barely avoids the hit. Lysithea makes a noise slightly resembling the squeak of a mouse (Mice, running around her while she’s caged in her cell) and Edelgard finds herself slowly backing onto a healing tile.

Catherine and Caspar are fighting, newly donned gauntlets against a heroes relic. Lysithea from behind blasts spell after spell at Catherine, obviously exhausted but the girl is not letting up. Edelgard admires her for that. She’s always admired Lysithea, and her relentlessness to not let her younger age get the best of her.

She’s damn powerful as well.

Everything seems to be good. Everything seems to be fine.

Edelgard takes a deep breath in. Then everything goes to hell.

Caspar gets stabbed in the arm with Thunderbrand. He cries out, staggering back and losing his focus on Catherine. Edelgard cries out too, reaching out to try and use Psychic but it’s no use since Caspar gets stabbed again and again.

A scream of rage comes from Lysithea, and just before she finishes the final blow, the young woman uses a critical Dark Spikes which hits Catherine with perfect accuracy. The knight falls down. Thunderbrand falls out of her hand.

“Caspar,” Edelgard finds herself sobbing, though her voice isn’t actually hers. She sounds like Linhardt. “Caspar, please, Cas-”

A hand touches Edelgard’s (Linhardt, she reminds herself, not that it will do much) and Caspar looks up, smiling dumbly. “I got to fight her,” he croaks. “I…I won too.”

Blood pours from his wounds, the stabs scattered around his body. Edelgard feels the sudden urge to throw up. She holds the bile in. Tears are streaming down her face as she clutches Caspar’s body, pulling him to her chest.

“Caspar…” she repeats, not that her words will do much. “Cas-aspar, I-”

“Shh, Lin.” He reaches up to press a finger against her lips, silencing her. He opens his mouth to speak but his eyes suddenly stare at her unblinkingly. He’s limp in her hold.

“Linhardt…” Lysithea starts to say, reaching forward but Edelgard stands up, still gripping onto Caspar despite how much her arms are trembling under his weight.

She sobs and hates how raw she (Linhardt) sounds right now. Linhardt shouldn’t deserve this. Linhardt who already had so many struggles piled upon the other. Linhardt who needs Caspar, and Caspar who needed Linhardt.

It hurts even more now that she realises the real reason Caspar wasn’t there when Linhardt and Lysithea met up with them, only to meet their immediate downfall after stumbling dazedly too close to Rhea.

Her vision twists and she’s now stumbling along with Hubert, stabbing at each enemy who crosses them with her lance. Behind her she sees Petra, struggling with another Demonic Beast, despite each blast Hubert hits it with.

A claw slices her chest open, and she screams, the sound resonating through Fhirdiad.

She turns back, launching her horse towards the Demonic Beast and digging his lance into a small spot of bare skin where the scales of it didn’t cover.

The Demonic Beast makes a ghastly sound before falling to it’s end.

“Ferdinand!” Hubert yells. “What are you-”

His words are silenced so quickly it’s deafening. His mouth falls agape as a lance finds it’s way through his middle.

Edelgard cries out his name. She sounds so heartbroken it makes her want to burst into tears all over again. Hubert deserved more.

No, she thinks with clenched teeth as she directs her horse towards Hubert’s attacker. They all deserved more. So much more than being swept up by me into this godawful war.

She hates herself for this. She’s never hated herself so much before.

She ends up stabbing at Hubert’s attacker, stabbing again and again until her vision is blurred with blood, sweat and tears. Blood, sweat and tears. Fitting, if not for the situation. Fitting if not for the-

Everything goes black. Once more.

Edelgard opens her eyes to darkness. She’s kneeling on the floor, sobbing, and wailing as the images of her allies, her friends getting murdered in front of her.

“Oh don’t cry,” Sothis soothes, but her sympathy doesn’t seem like real sympathy. “There’s nothing you can do about it now.”

Edelgard staggers up, swaying on her feet, and wipes the tears from her face. She glares angrily at Sothis. But her next words come out in a quiet whisper.

“What happened to Byleth?”

Byleth, who I need, and who I love.

Sothis pauses. Silence hangs in the room like the tension, and it’s only broken when she replies in a broken little whisper “I don’t know.”

Mint green eyes matching mint green hair.

A small smile barely noticeable but still there.

Deadpanning whenever Edelgard makes a joke.

Hugging her, hugging them. Comforting them all.

Her obsession with fishing she never seemed to get over.

Her love for fish that could rival Flayn’s.

Her scream, haunting Edelgard for five years.

“This is going to be a problem,” Sothis mutters. “Your thoughts are solely Byleth-centric. Is there anything else that goes in that strange little mind of yours?” She waves her hand in Edelgard’s general direction in emphasis.

“How long must I stay here for?” Edelgard sighs.

There’s a brighter glint in Sothis’ eyes. Her lips quirk up. “Not too much longer as it seems!” she exclaims, clapping her hands together and standing up. The action reminds Edelgard of when she was a child. Young. Carefree. Innocent.

Oblivious to the blatant cruelness the world harboured.

“El…” A whisper. “El, I know I’m bad with words, but I need you to know you can talk to me.”

Hands clutching hers. A squeeze. Locking eyes.

“My teacher, I…” Averting gaze. Letting go of warm hands. “Now is not the time.”

“It’s always the time if you need help.”

A smile, an obvious façade that doesn’t sell as well as Claude’s ones did. Trembling fingers. Warmth dispersing from memory.

“I am fine. Though I thank you, for taking the time to see if I am okay. I appreciate it.”

Why didn’t she just hold on a little longer?

how was that y’all? hope it wasn’t too long and angsty hahaha

#fe3h #fanfic #edelgard #edeleth #byleth eisner #linhardt von hevring #caspar von bergliez #dorothea arnault #petra macneary #hubert von vestra #ferdinand von aegir #bernadetta von varley #other minor ships #this is just a preview of a fanfic i’ll probably never finish #crimson flower route #spoilers #crimson flower spoilers

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