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hyuckiefluff · 8 months

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hihi! can i request corruption kink with jeno or hyuck?? if thats okay!

a/n: thank u for requesting!! i decided to do jeno bc i haven’t written anything for him yet oh and somebody else requested that i do something similar to my jaemin request with jeno so two birds one stone i guess? anyways enjoy!!!!! psa i got way more requests than i expected so thank u to everyone who sent im gonna try to get thru all of them as quickly as possible (if college doesn’t k!ll me first)

btw thank u for 400 followers! love u all

pairing: jeno x tutor!reader

wc: 2k

content: smut

warnings: cursing, fingering, masturbation, edging (kind of) , mentions of food (ice cream), big dick jeno ofc, backshots yuh!!!, rough sex, jeno is kinda too much in this lol, marking, cum eating, taking risky pics without consent, no after care, usage of pet names like pretty and baby *whispers* and whore. lmk if i missed any

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Jeno had always liked experienced girls. The kind he didn't have to treat with gloves, who were game for him to fuck so hard that they'd feel it afterward. At least, that's what he thought he was into.

Then you walked into the picture as his little brother's tutor. You were always polite and proper, wearing those buttoned up shirts and pencil skirts that gave off a more mature vibe than your actual age. He knew you recently graduated college, which he liked because you were older than him. But the thing is, you were incredibly innocent and naive. I mean, you didn't even catch on when his brother cracked those not-so-subtle, inappropriate jokes about you.

Jeno wouldn't usually spare a second thought for someone like you. After all, you couldn't even hold his gaze for more than a couple of seconds. So, why on earth was he now holed up in the bathroom, pumping himself to the thoughts of your ass in that skirt? Maybe it was because of how clueless you were, bending over the table to help his brother with his work, offering Jeno a perfect view of your perked ass. He tried to resist, truly he did, but it was hard, especially when your shirt hiked up, exposing the curve of your back.

Jeno had to make a quick exit from the living room, and now… Here he was, working up a sweat in the cramped bathroom trying to imagine your hand, or even your mouth, around his dick instead of his own. Imagining how he'd finish all over your face, leaving you in a state of shock and fluster, those big, innocent eyes looking up at him.

"Shit..." he whimpered shakily, the release of his pent-up load leaving him trembling as the white liquid ended up dripping messily all over the bathroom's curtain. This was getting ridiculous… he needed to fuck someone now.

A sudden knock at the door made him jump, his dick still exposed, flopping around as he hurried to check that the door was securely bolted. He quickly adjusted his pants, grabbed some toilet paper, and tried to clean up the mess as much as possible.

What he didn't expect was to find you standing there when he opened the door, holding a popsicle.

He vaguely remembered you saying something about getting ice cream for everyone because it was so hot. That was right before he had bolted upstairs to deal with his urgent situation.

The popsicle was melting, its crimson contents dripping down your hand and arm. Jeno couldn't help but feel like the universe was testing him, and he swore he felt his dick come alive again.

"Oh, sorry... Uhm... I kind of made a mess," you laughed airily but averted your gaze when the eye contact got a bit too intense "Your brother mentioned you guys had wet wipes in here."

"Uh, yeah, down there" Jeno finally responded after a few moments of silently staring at you. You bent down to check under the sink where he directed you, giving him another tempting view of your ass. You missed the quiet grunt he let out while discreetly adjusting the growing situation in his pants.

You straightened up after finding the wet wipes, looking somewhat torn between putting the popsicle down to clean yourself or eating it quickly. Jeno sensed your struggle and casually reached his arm from behind you to take the popsicle from your hand, allowing you to clean up properly.

"Oh, thanks," you said, using the wet wipes to clean your arms and the stained area on your shirt.

Jeno silently watched you in the mirror, his attention focused on the way the white shirt clung to your skin as you diligently worked to remove the stain. When you finally looked up, you found him eating the popsicle—the very one you had been licking just moments ago. Locking eyes with you, he noticed your bewildered expression and gave you a lopsided smile "It was melting."

"Oh..." you said quietly, the heat rushing to your ears revealing your flustered state.

You tried to return to your task, but he stopped you by suddenly grabbing your wrist. His own hand was now sticky from the melting popsicle. He pulled you closer to him and reached his hand to your face, using his thumb to rub against the corner of your lip "You got ice cream here too," but instead of withdrawing his hand after, he surprised you by slipping his thumb into your mouth.

You would have pulled back if you weren’t completely taken aback by what was going on.

With his finger still in your mouth, he playfully pressed the popsicle against your collarbone. The cold sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and your tongue brushed against his finger instinctively. The sight of your mouth enveloping his digit drove his self-control right out the window. He carelessly dropped the popsicle in the sink and leaned in closer, crowding your personal space with his larger frame. His cold hands sneaked under your shirt, and with a quick move, he unhooked your bra straps from your shoulders, exposing more skin for him to explore.

"Jeno... I don't think this is ri-..right,"

"Why not?" he asked, his face burying in your neck, coaxing soft whimpers from your lips.

"Your... brother... he—"

"He's probably busy googling the answers to his exercises, believe me, he doesn't need you back just yet” He assured, pulling you even closer against his hips, causing your skirt to ride up and reveal your panties.

“I knew you were a whore,” he tutted, realizing you were wearing black lace “You wear lingerie to tutor students?" he chuckled dryly, biting a smile as you attempted to cover yourself.

"I’m n–," you whispered, but your words were cut short as his teeth grazed against your skin, leaving marks and savoring the fruity taste left by the popsicle. He didn't bother with the buttons of your shirt, causing a few of them to pop open from the stretch.

Your bra had slipped down too, partially exposing your breasts.

“You like being used like this, don’t you?" he teased, leaning back to take in the sight of your disheveled appearance. Your bruised neck from the sucking and biting, the strands of hair that clung to your flushed face, and your lace panties on display.

He reached for his phone inside his pocket and snapped a quick picture of you in that state. Your expression instantly shifted to one of panic.

"What… are you doing?" You tried to slide off the sink, but he pressed back against you, his hips pinning you in place.

"Don't worry, this is just for me to enjoy later."

Then he kissed you, shushing any protests you had. His hand crept undetected inside your skirt and under your panties, his index finger gingerly spreading your folds. The action made you gasp against his tongue and then, without warning, he inserted a finger. The intrusion made you try to press your thighs together but he was standing between them so it was impossible. Every time he pumped his finger inside, his hips rutted against you, and you could feel the tent forming in his sweatpants brushing against your clothed core.

“…‘m gonna fuck you like no one ever has before,” He groaned against your lips.

He intentionally slowed down to a pace that almost seemed teasing as the knot in your stomach became almost unbearable. But given how shameful this situation already was, you didn’t want to ask for more.

"Are you that desperate for cock, hmm baby?" Jeno asked as you instinctively tugged on the waistband of his sweatpants to bring him closer and relieve the friction.

His finger pumped a few more times before he completely withdrew it. The emptiness immediately made you whimper.

"I'll give you what you want then," he replied as he reached into his sweatpants and casually pulled out his dick. You didn't want to stare like a pervert but... wow. You felt your legs quiver just from its sheer size. There was no way in hell you could take that.

You found it difficult to imagine how anything that big could fit comfortably inside of you.

The smug smirk on his face told you that he liked your reaction "Clearly never seen one so big,"

"Jeno, I can't… we shouldn’t"

"But what kind of gentleman leaves a lady who is obviously in need?" He said cynically as he pulled down your panties.

No more words were necessary, the tension that had been building reached its peak as he aligned himself with your entrance. Jeno tried not to show any vulnerability, but the way your walls tightened around him, even though he was barely inside, was driving him crazy.

As he gradually entered you, soft, breathless gasps escaped your swollen lips. Your hands clung to the sink, keeping you from losing your balance. He stretched you so intensely that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You knew it defied anatomical possibility but as he bottomed out, you had a feel that if you touched your lower belly, you might just be able to feel him there.

“'m gonna move," he said through gritted teeth, more like a statement than a question. And with that, he started to thrust, not giving you much time to get used to the feeling of being so incredibly full.

As his hips met yours in a rough rhythm, he mumbled praises while also calling you things you'd never tolerate from anyone else.

"You feel so tight... for me," he groaned, his hand reaching for your face so you would look up at him.

“Eyes up here, doll,” he said in a breathless tone, the pace so fast and rough that it left no room for coherent thoughts. The knot in your stomach twisted, sending waves of almost painful pleasure through you. Your entire body buzzing with his desperate movements.

“J-..J-..Jeno…” His name was the only word that escaped your lips, each thrust causing your voice to quiver.

Suddenly, he lifted you by your ass and turned you around to face the misty mirror. Both your reflections appeared hazy in the condensation-covered glass so he messily wiped it with one hand and then resumed his thrusting. Now, you could see the way your expression changed each time he hit that spot deep inside you.

He continued fucking into you relentlessly, whispering how you would remember the outline of his cock by the time he was finished. His saliva-slicked lips left wet trails on the skin beneath your ear. From this close proximity, you could even hear the soft moans he struggled to suppress.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through your mind, and with a hoarse voice, you pleaded, "Jeno... don't cum inside."

He hummed against your hair but continued ramming into you, and for a moment, you thought he hadn't heard you. However, just as your orgasm swept over you, he pulled out. You sighed in relief and rested your forehead against the steamy mirror, seeking a few moments of calm.

But Jeno had other plans and wiithout giving you a moment to catch your breath, he turned you around and had you on your knees. You looked up at him confused until he aligned his cock with your mouth.

"Open wide," he said, and with no energy left to complain, you did as told.

You expected him to shove his dick into your mouth, but instead, he stroked it a few more times before releasing his load all over your face. Most of it landed in your mouth, but some also splashed onto your cheeks and chin.

"Swallow," he said with a commanding tone, a stark contrast to the way he gently stroked your face.

You complied, taking in as much as you could. You even used a finger to collect the excess and popped it into your mouth. Savoring it much like you did when you licked the ice cream off his finger. Jeno bit his lip, trying to contain himself before he fucked you thrice more against the wall.

“Go ahead and clean yourself, pretty. You got a lesson to finish," he said, adjusting his sweatpants. And with one last chaste kiss on your lips, he left the bathroom.

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yongbokology · 1 year

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part dos of ‘don’t accidentally beat your dick to your best friend’

part one

black coded reader <3

warnings; smut

an: you asked, i delivered 🧞‍♀️

eren is a mess. a complete utter mess.

after realizing he’s been jerking it to you for the past few months, he becomes a nervous wreck around. oh it was bad.

his first encounter with you after the realization, literally happens the day after.

you were running late for work and your car was currently in the shop so you sent a rather urgent text to him with multiple crying emojis, asking him to take you to work.

without even seeing the message, he begins to panic just seeing your name pop up.

did you somehow use your woman tuition and found out he was fucking himself to you? it plagued eren’s mind for a few seconds, his hands clammy as he grasps his phone.

he lets out a sigh of relief once he reads the message and instantly responds.

‘yeah ofc, see u in a bit’

‘thx ren, you’re the best!’

oh eren feels like shit.

he felt like a pervert. like he wasn’t supposed to see you in your nakedness, pleasuring yourself for thousands to see.

“.. ren, are you okay? you’re awfully quiet today.. i’m sorry if you were busy-”

he immediately shakes his head “no! i wasn’t doing anything. i don’t mind at all.. just a bit distracted is all.” he clears his throat, eyes fixated on the road. not sparing you a single glance.

you stare at the side of his face, picking him apart in your brain. all these years the two of you had the pleasure of knowing each other, you knew eren’s mannerisms, his nervous ticks and more.

something was definitely up.

…

“god not this again. connie could you maybe not be so open about the porn you indulge in.” reiner is fed up with the porn talk, just trying to enjoy this sunday afternoon with his friends.

“okay but bro i’m telling you, this girl is fire. i’d def buy her only fans if she had one.”

eren isn’t too interested in the conversation. his head’s in the clouds. lately he’s been fantasizing about you. a lot actually.

breaking you in half. fucking your brains out in every setting possible. this was new to say the least. before, eren hadn’t had such thoughts about you.

i mean yeah he did sometimes think about what it’d be like if the two of you were together. would the two of you be good partners as you are friends? but he never thought about you in such obscene ways.

it is this next part that has eren almost falling out of his chair.

“[your user]. never heard of her?”

both jean and reiner shake their heads.

eren on the other hand feels his skin run cold, eyes bulging out his head at the username. it was your username.

connie is now pulling out his phone and eren quickly catches on that he is about to pull up your page. with frantic eyes and haste, eren waits for connie to unlock his phone and in the split second that connie rotated his screen towards the three men, eren yanks it from his grasp and dramatically let’s connie’s phone fall face down on the concrete.

“yo what the fuck man?!” connie yells, mouth ajar as he looks between eren and his phone that is definitely not working when he picks it up.

“i-i um. i’m sorry.. it slipped..”

both reiner and jean silently blink, throwing glances at each other.

“oh it fucking slipped? my five year old nephew could put on a better fucking performance.”

“i’m really sorry man. i get paid tomorrow, i’ll pay for it. i swear.”

…

“i really needed this, thanks for hanging out with me ren. karina has been more bitchy than usual.” it was no secret you hated your boss. you often ranted about her to eren, so much so that he hated her as well and doesn’t even know what she looks like.

“of course. you want some more popcorn? bowl’s almost empty.”

you nod and eren gets up from his spot on his bed and retreats to the kitchen to refill the bowl.

you shift your eyes to the tv, ‘bad boys’ currently at it’s thirty minute mark.

you feel a buzz under your butt.

with furrowed brows you shift and pull out eren’s phone that you had no idea you were sitting on.

his phone screen comes to life, him and armin in the background of the notifications that fill the screen.

there were a few from twitter and growing curious as to what eren’s twitter feed looked liked, you unlocked his phone and hit refresh.

your jaw unhinges when you pop up on his screen. fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.

you’re in shock like you literally didn’t film this a few hours ago and hit post. you just weren’t expecting to see yourself on your best friend’s timeline.

you stare at yourself, at first unsure how to react to this knowledge but then the thought of eren touching himself to you skates across your mind and suddenly you’re clenching your thighs, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

the thought arouses you.

eren comes back with the bowl filled to the brim and his smile is wiped off his face once he sees his phone in your hands.

“eren,” you start. your voice is low but sweet. “is there something you want to tell me?”

he sucks in a breath, pupils shaking as you lay the phone on the bed. he sees what you were looking at clear as day.

“y/n.. i-i can explain.”

your plump lips turn upwards into a grin. mischief writes all over them.

“come here.”

it’s a command that has him hesitantly obeying.

he sits down on the bed, farther than where he originally was.

you sigh and close the proximity by climbing into lap, the popcorn bowl being discarded to the side.

eren feels hell fire creeping up his neck. his mouth his dry and he can suddenly hear the thrumming of his blood.

“how many times have you fucked yourself to me. hm?”

his lips tremble. “a few times..” it almost comes out as a mumble.

your smirk widens at his blatant lie.

“oh eren, you and i both know that’s not true.”

you push him until his back is flat on the bed, your thighs on either side of his hips. you splay your hands on his chest and fully plant your clothes pussy on his crotch.

he could literally just cum right then and there.

“you know what i hate more than liars?”

once eren realizes you actually want him to respond he shakes his head.

you lean forward until your lips are grazing against his ear. your tits mushed against his chest.

“i hate disobedient boys,” you lean back up and eren looks dazed. aware but dazed. “are you a disobedient boy eren?”

…

needless to say, he’s not. he listens to your every command which is why he was currently whimpering, hands pressed against his chest, trying his very best not to touch you.

your mouth works wonders on his cock, it weeps in all it’s 8inch glory, precum finding it’s way onto your tongue.

you pull him out of your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’, eyeing eren as you pump his aching length. “you close?”

tears form in eren’s eyes. everything feels fuzzy. his brain is scattered but he still manages to give a slight nod. he looked so fucked out and god what a sight it was.

“you gonna cum for me pretty boy?”

the nickname makes eren whine.

“eren, answer me or you don’t get to cum.” you grit, your free hand taking hold on his throat, clenching your dainty yet powerful fingers around it.

“y-yes! yes. m’gonna c-cum.” he chokes out. his pupils becoming dilated as you speed up your hand around his cock.

you smile at this. “i want you to come in my mouth ‘kay? and you can touch me now.” your mouth is instantly on his cock after finishing your sentence.

eren props himself up on his elbows, the iron grip you still have on his neck combined with you sucking the everlasting life out of him has eren cumming in no time with a cracked moan.

“fuh-fuckkk.” tears are streaming down his face now, jaw unhinged as you lap up the messy head on his cock.

“got anymore for me?” you don’t expect him to answer, instead you squeeze on his balls and one last spurt of cum falls onto your shiny lips.

this has eren falling back flat on his back, panting heavily like he’d just finished running a marathon.

you lick at your lips and hum at the taste of him. salty, as expected but not overbearing.

“you did so good for me ren.” you smile, crawling up beside him. resting a hand on his naked chest.

eren lazily turns his head towards you, his cheeks tear stained. he looks utterly broken and it ignites something within you.

“this stays between us ‘kay?” he nods slowly at that, too tired to speak.

what in the world did he just get himself into?

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seventeenytiny · 21 days

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can i ask for a dom jisung public sex typa thing? sorry if its too straightforward or smth like that😭 its my first time asking for smth !!

you dont have to do it and can ignore this if u want!! <3

SMUT MDNI

Authors Note: Hope this works for you love! Sorry if it's kinda rough my grammar-checking app wouldn't check most of it because it was so dirty hehe. Word count: 528 Warnings: Smut, MDNI, Name-calling, Public sex ofc!

You looked both ways before pulling Jisung into the bathroom with you. It was a decent-sized unisex one located in the food court of the mall. After checking that the door was locked, the two of you wasted no time. Jisung was all over you, his mouth attacking your neck as his hands pushed up your skirt. All the teasing and touching the two of you had done while shopping earlier has you skipping foreplay. He pulls your panties down around your knees before rubbing at your clit. "You're so wet already, did you like me grinding against you while you were going through the clothes rack earlier today?"

"Yes, Jisung... you know I love feeling how hard you get..."

"Your such a slut, letting me play with you in the store and then bringing me in here with you. You love how I'm playing with your clit right now, don't you? I know you're just aching for me to fuck you"

"Jisung..." you moan out, "We don't have much time, please, just put it in."

He can't deny your request. He unzips his pants, pulling out his hard cock. He flips your skirt up before bending you over and sliding into you with ease. He holds your body to help support you as he fucks you over the sink. The stretch of his cock makes staying quiet difficult, he places his hand over your mouth to silence you.

"You gotta be quiet baby, can't risk getting caught."

He knows the two of you can't be in there long, as a result, the pace of his thrusts is fast and rough. His cock slides in and out of your soaking wet pussy with ease. The angle he has you bent over has his cock hitting your sweet spot with every motion. With his hand covering your mouth, the only sound filling the bathroom is his heavy breathing and the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

"I need you to come soon, baby," he whispers urgently. "We can't be here much longer." The hand on your mouth moves back to your clit, expertly rubbing circles on it. The pressure is just right, and you can feel the heat building up in your lower stomach, the sweet feeling of your orgasm approaching.

"Jisung I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come..." You say breathlessly.

"Let it go, babygirl."

Your orgasm rips through your body, and you struggle to keep quiet as your legs turn into jelly. Jisung supports your body as you ride through your pleasure. The feeling of your pussy clamping down on his cock has him losing it. He pulls out right at the last minute, his come falling onto the bathroom floor. His face is flushed, and he's gasping for air. "Ah, I didn't mean to make such a mess," he says, flustered.

You turn to him, kissing him. "Jisung, that was so fucking hot."

"You like being dirty in public don't you?" He says with a little smirk. "You're so kinky, baby."

He pulls away from you to clean up his mess while you attempt to clean yourself up. Your next challenge? To leave the bathroom without being spotted.

#han jisung #stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz jisung #han jisung smut #han jisung x reader #anon

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delcakoo · 1 year

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i’ve just been spamming you but hear me out😭😭 the knife picture got me thinking.. ni-ki but assassin AU that’s it that’s the plot🫡🫡

-🍒

cherri ur brain!!! sorry this is bad but i wanted to do smthn for u T-T slight gore warning

11:57PM — being an assasin constantly had its ups and downs, but perhaps the most annoying factor is how competitive the underground industry really is. to be specific, your strikingly handsome yet sly nemesis that went by nishimura riki, who’s challenged you on more jobs than you could count.

oh, how he pissed you off. the amount of times he’s stolen your missions and claimed bounties for himself was astronomical — though, it wasn’t like you haven’t done the same to him on numerous ocassions, including now.

either way, it was no excuse for him to be treating you like this when people could be coming to investigate any minute.

both wrists held tightly into his larger grip, niki pushes you against the luxurious wall of the park family’s mansion, hands restrained strictly above your head. both of you breathe heavily, and you try to ignore the crimson blood staining and dripping cruelly against the assasin’s once soft face (though at this point in your career, it wasn’t the most unusual sight).

his slicked back hair — once prepared neatly for the wealthy family’s party — has started falling out of place and onto his forehead, enhancing the messed up look following the harsh glare he sends your way. “what the fuck is wrong with you.” tone as sharp as the knife he places against your throat, the taller male pins you further all while you do your best to struggle away.

“i knew you were gonna find a way to mess everything up as soon as i saw you prancing around the ballroom, pretending like you weren’t busy plotting a murder in that pretty head of yours,” he spits. “this was my mission.”

“uhuh, you say that as if you weren’t planning the exact same thing, jackass.” attempting to elbow his arm away, you both seem to forget that only a feet away lies the narcissistic rich kid that is park sunghoon, blood drooling messily against his neatly slit throat while you both wrestle in each other’s grips. “always so unprofessional, do you wanna get us both caught you fucking lunatic?”

that seems to give niki a reality check. he glances over at the lifeless body pressed against the wall, biting his plump lip before reluctantly releasing you to conceal his dagger once more.

just at that moment, knocking echoes from the bedroom door nearby along with the panicked voice of a male servant. “mr. park? this young woman has been mourning for you, may you please come assist her soon? she says it is urgent!”

you and niki share a burning stare of understanding. the motive for the case; put an end to the heartbreaking son of the park family. “how many girls do you think he’s messed with?” you murmur.

niki’s movements are clearly trained as his feet silently pace over to the bedroom window. “nearly as many jobs we’ve taken combined, i’d say.”

it was weird having such a conversation with your enemy that didn’t invole threats or piercing glares in between. you despised how in the end, niki did this for.. partially good reason just like you. growing up in a community like this, it wouldn’t exactly be simple to go try and live a normal life now anyway.

following his trail, you pull your mask back on with a pondering sigh. “we could make a good team, don’t you think?”

he freezes, one booted foot up on the windowsill. “what? you got a crush on me now or something?“

you roll your eyes. “in your dreams, it was just a suggestion, doofus.” impulsively, you shove the fellow assasin out of the way, using the grip of your gloved hand to take his spot on top of the open window.

he watches as you calmly jump off the ledge, gripping onto the mansion’s roof in preparation to flee. “if you change your mind, let me know next time. i wouldn’t mind splitting pay with a pretty boy i guess.” another blank exchange of looks, and you’re off into the night sky, leaving a now flustered boy alone in the nearly pitch black mansion.

niki wasn’t too sure if he should be more interested in your offer because of the money, or the fact that he’d be spending time killing people with his crush.

assasin niki who pretends to hate u but is secretly infatuated by ur coolness >>> 😞

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unexpectedbrickattack · 1 year

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Now hold on a gosh-diddly-darn minute, I noticed the entire time talking about a tipsy Peppino no one thought to ask this but what about tipsy GUS? I mean we saw him a li'l tipsy in the fastfood saloon escape, can I hear your thoughts about that/him please? Have they ever gotten tipsy together?

(I just like the mental image of the two alone, just being real giggly with each other (Gus just says "hey" and Peppi starts giggling which sets Gus off giggling) and being sappy goofs with each other <3)

HEEHEE u are so right and i am so sorry for withholding this information from the masses 😭

My homebrew for gnomes is that they are simultaneously hardy folk (able to eat virtually anything and immune to most poisonous creatures) AND extremely intolerant of alcohol. Theres no reason for that, i just like it alot :)

So Gus would be an extreme lightweight 😭 its SO bad; he cant speak clearly at all, he cant walk straight, he has the Worst hangovers and he wont remember anything from the previous night. The line between ‘pleasantly buzzed’ and ‘blackout drunk’ is so thin that Gus doesnt even try social drinking. If he MUST drink, it will be in the comfort of his own barebones apartment 😭 at least, until Peppino started hanging out with vigilante and his crew.

Gustavo LIKES drinking! Its just hard to find a good balance, and THATS bc he simply doesnt know how alcohol works. Peppino is like:

“Look ‘ere. All of these have a number somewhere on the bottle. Or a percentage. Lower the number, the better it is for you.”

Gustavo is like !!! Oh!!! That is very helpful! What would you recommend for me then?

“Probably…2-5%. 5-10 proof. Small 'a numbers.”

Gustavo nods, interested. He points at a bottle he recognizes from the last time he came here and got shitfaced. “That one up there; do you know how ‘a strong that one is? Or should i ask the bartender?”

Peppino squints at the company label. “45%.”

“Oh!” That makes sense. “Well what do you usually drink?”

“70%.”

“Oh!”

Peppino recommends some of the LIGHT light wines, the ones that barely have a hint of anything. Theyre sweet (which Gustavo loves so very very much) and for the first time in a very long time, he Stays buzzed instead of immediately faceplanting into being blackout drunk.

Hes very. Playful. Is what Peppino would describe a tipsy Gustavo. He hesitates to use the term ‘flirty’ because that is not whats happening. But hes like. Clearly entertaining some gruff looking men like five times his size as they ramble drunkenly about random shit like ‘waow….thasso cool…and then what happened???’

Its funny at first bc Gustavo is so fucking TINY that all you can see of him, in the group of men as they yapyapyap about some inane shit that Gustavo wont even remember, is his tiny little tail 😭 It is less funny, however, when Peppino catches himself rambling about work and Gustavo is like (ears perked; tail swaying) ‘mmhmm. wrow…thats ‘a kinda nice…what else did you do??’ Peppino is like *buffering* (‘something is happening right now that will need to be addressed at a later time. Do not forget DO NOT FORGET. URGENT!!!!’)

Otherwise Gustavo is just a silly guy. Vigilante will make a joke and he laughs so low and deep that he sounds downright villainous 😭 Peppino will point out something stupid on the TV and like hours later Gus is like ‘…heeeuehuuueee…..do u remember [insert stupid reference] and Peppino will giggle. Peppinos affinity for throwing around ilus are met with Gustavo going ‘😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊’ with absolutely no way to even pretend to mask it.

Gustavo has fun being out in the saloon but he really enjoys drinking in Peppinos house. Its not nearly as loud as the saloon and theres usually homecooked foods like breads and soups (Because Peppino stress-cooks ALL the time). Brick gets to stay indoors instead of waiting outside the saloon, so Gustavo gets to mess with his soft fur contentedly. He just gets to be cozy; its quite nice 😊

#answered #chattin #///#////#/////#gustavo #peppino #pepstavo #alcohol #drinking #i still have to answer that anon asking about pepstavo hcs so i hope this helps a little fhjdbdjdndkd #additional context is that; gnomes stay mostly in the forest. so theres not alot of outsider influence #gustavos a bit of a traveller; he likes exploring and seeing whats outside the forest. and he usually comes back with goodies #alcohol is just one of those things he tried during a trip or two and it always fucked him up #never looked into it; some shit is best left alone lmao #unrelated to that #but the alt though that peppino had; i was going to say (something el gee bee tee is happening…)#which made me laugh but i cant make him say stuff like that fhdjbdjdjdjd #also note that Gustavo does not drink often at all; he will accompany peppino to the saloon and let him get tipsy w his friends #he will entertain their silly shenanigans and bring Peppino home when theyre done #and if hes hanging out at peppinos house he will lounge around listening to peppino blabber about nothing #and drink some ciders :)#he only drinks like. 10% of the time. hes a social drinker but ONLY when he feels like it #and ONLY if peppino is with him #ALSO ALSO #IMPORTANT #you must know that Gustavo is NEVER sitting while in the saloon #he is standing on his barstool w his hands on the countertop

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epiphyllous · 2 years

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resistance (Malleus/Reader)

notes: omorashi kink, NSFW (R18), established relationship, gn reader "you", nsfw nothing explicit but pee is mentioned... u have been forewarned, mildly possessive malleus, sub!reader

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Therein lies the conundrum: Malleus would rather have you stay in his arms than let you go to the bathroom.

It's a morning where you share Malleus' bed with him instead of yours. The gray decor has even grown on you despite your initial reticence, and strangely enough, even the statue that sits at the corner of his bedroom is a comfortably familiar sight.

Malleus' legs entangled with yours and his chest against your back is also an increasing familiarity.

You awake and it is still early in the day based on the amount of light that makes it past the blinds of his window. It's too early to get up for school and not late enough for you to warrant feeling restless to get out of bed, though it is doubtful you would feel this way with Malleus holding you so.

That being said, as much as you love the way you can hear his steady breathing and feel the warmth radiate from his body against yours, duty calls-- and it is urgent.

You sigh in frustration as quietly as you can, cursing the fact that your bladder can only hold so much before you feel the need to relieve yourself. You often feel lulled to sleep again from the comfort of Malleus' embrace, and often without even realizing it, and it seems this is one of those times. You want to glance at the clock at Malleus' bedside to check for the time, but when you find that you cannot even crane your neck to check, you give up. There's a completely different type of alarm trying to get you out of bed anyways.

Defeated, you slip your arms out of the comfortable position it has found holding onto Malleus, hoping that it doesn't wake him. It doesn't work out that way-- not that it has ever before with how much of a light sleeper Malleus is-- as Malleus' breath hitches and he tightens his hold on your instinctively as he wakes up.

"Sorry, Malleus," you whisper, feeling fond as you hear him mumble into your neck. "I really need to go pee. I'll come back in a bit."

You try again to peel his arms from you, only to realize that your legs are also trapped between his. In fact, the moment you notice this, he seems to wrap them more effectively around you, as if trying to convince you to stay.

"Come on, Mal," you say, amused. "I'm serious, I really need to go. Like real bad."

"Must you?" You hear Malleus say, fairly petulant. "I do not wish for you to leave my embrace."

"Me neither," you tell him. "But if I don't go, I might actually pee myself, so..." You try again to pull yourself away and find that his grip has neither slackened nor weakened. Your bladder is no less needy and you begin to frown at this delay.

"Mal."

He hums, distractingly nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. His hand that was holding onto yours trail absently to the base of your abdomen. You shiver involuntarily; it does not make matters better. "Mal," you say, your heart beginning to quicken from the urgency. Your voice begins to adopt a hint of delirium. "Mal, if I don't go, I'm literally going to pee all over your bed."

There is only a slight pause before he says, "Go ahead."

Your breath hitches without your permission. You think he can't possibly be serious.

"Malleus," you find yourself explaining desperately, "it's going to be such a huge mess if I did that. I'm not going to be able to look anyone in the eye if they see us cleaning this up."

"I'll tell them I did it."

"As if they'll believe that."

You try again to distance yourself from Malleus with no luck. You're able to move less than you did before, and even though that should do nothing but worry you, you find yourself breathless at the reminder that he is so much stronger than you. It is an abrupt and perhaps late realization, but there is a high chance that Malleus will actually not let you go.

"M-Malleus," you say, voice trembling. Your breathing picks up. "Malleus, please."

"You said you needed to go, did you not?" Malleus says, and you close your eyes at the feeling of his warm breath as your ears. (And what a tease! What a tease he has become-- you've truly created a monster to your liking.) "You are free to relieve yourself right here. Or... do you need help doing so?"

You squeal when he presses his hand down on your bladder, your legs trying to kick to no avail as he traps them down with his own. "Malleus," you cry out, hand pressing on your mouth to keep the unwarranted gasps that escape from you.

You clench your legs together, trying to squirm away from Malleus. The more you try to escape, the more he pulls you closer to him. The hand on your bladder stays even with all the movement, and you close your eyes, feeling tears at the effort you're putting to control your urges.

You whine out his name, fighting against his immovable strength. Your breathing is erratic and just when you think there is nothing more Malleus can do, he makes you jump in surprise when he bites into your neck, his fangs grazing against your skin. It is only for a moment, but you let go with a yelp.

Your face pricks with how fast it warms and reddens, mortified by the fact that a little has already escaped. You scramble to clench your legs again, but it feels too little too late; releasing just the slightest pressure from your bladder feels divine, and you feel a sob bubble up from inside of you from shame of it all.

"Shh, shh, it's alright," Malleus soothes, and you whine out his name as he persists, rubbing deep circles into your bladder. "Let it all out. I have you right here with me."

You close your eyes at the thought of it, but with Malleus tracing kisses down the back of your spine and his calm voice urging you, you think briefly that you have reached the end of the road. You hesitatingly relax your legs and let go.

Your breath hitches when you feel the warmth escape from you, and even if you decided to change your mind and stop, you couldn't. Malleus holds you steady as you slowly and gradually empty your bladder. You feel the wetness between your legs and the way the liquid trails down to seep into the bed, and you could cry from the embarrassment. Just how much will it keep going? Were you getting Malleus wet too? Could he feel the both of you get wet, the fluid seeping into the mattress and into your clothes?

But you could also cry from the way it feels to finally relax after hours of holding it all in as well, and the way Malleus makes you feel safe despite the humiliation. Your voice hiccups as your stream comes to an end, Malleus never once stopping the way he traces his nails lightly across your skin and murmuring comfortingly into your ears.

"Feel better?" Malleus asks eventually when you've calmed down. He kisses you gently on the shoulder as you sniffle, feeling uncannily needy as you nod and turn your face to bury it into his chest. He welcomes you in his arms-- after all, this scenario was of his design, and he is not one to squander the opportunity he has made for himself to hold you. (That, and he would have never anticipated the way you're acting now-- pliant, vulnerable, and demanding for his comfort.)

"I feel wet," you say petulantly, and he's glad you cannot see the indulgent smile on his face.

"I'll clean you up, dearest." He can't help but press a kiss to your hair; he suspects if you were a cat, you would be purring. "Is that to your liking?"

You nod wordlessly, and it takes much of Malleus' discipline to not keep you in bed any further (the bed is wet, after all). Never letting go of you, he takes the covers off of the bed and carries you in his arms to his personal restroom.

If you're feeling needy, then he shall provide whatever you need until you are satisfied. It's only fair, after you’ve indulged in his selfish whims.

(Though if you truly protested, with the secret phrase known only between the two of them, he would have stopped. It seems that the two of you may have yet another thing to explore together…

Magic makes the clean-up oh-so-much-more convenient.)

#malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twst smut #this fic is for my homie #shout out to my homie for giving me the str to write this #trying out the new censor heh #twst kink

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[BSTS] Main Story S5Ch5 ‘Dark Flare’ Part 1

Getting these posted before the second half drops !

Chapter 1

-street, daytime-

???: (on phone) ...Yep yep. I just got to the shopping district I think. But somewhere along the way I messed up. Like come on, every shop here has similar signs and the streets are all so narrow~! I don't even know which street I just walked out of... I have no idea where I'm going.

-he spots saki-

???: Ah, hey hey Miss, you over there! I'd like to ask you a quick question...!

saki: Hm? Are you talking to me?

???: Ah thank god, thanks for helping me, luck must be on my side today!

saki: (I haven't even agreed to help him yet...)

???: I seem to have gotten lost you see... Could you tell me where this spot on the map is? Oh woops, I'll hang up first.

-phone beeps-

???: See here, this store. I'd like to go there.

saki: Hm? That place is...

???: Are you familiar with it Miss? I'm saved then~! I'm glad I don't have to worry about getting lost.

iwami: Weren't you already lost?

???: Ah, Iwa-san! Jeez, you could've showed up sooner~

iwami: Big talk for the kid who disappeared from our arranged meeting place.

???: But that's just cause I can't wait to meet Team B! I couldn't sit still any longer.

iwami: There's no point if you show up on your own, you'll just be turned away at the door.

saki: (Is this person a friend of Iwami-san...?)

iwami: Anyways, who would've thought you'd catch Saki-san here. Is it your hobby to get dragged into other people's business like this, young lady?

saki: Ahaha…

???: Huh, what? You guys know each other? Oh wait I got it! You must be the rumoured princess, right Miss? Nice to meet you, my name is... um...?

iwami: Hinata, got it?

hinata: Right right, that's what it was, Hinata! I'll be known as Hinata at Starless, alright? That's how things work there after all.

saki: U-um, yeah... Nice to meet you too, Hinata-san.

hinata: Ever since I heard that I'd get to see Team B's show today I've been super hyped about it! You should come with us!

iwami: This was some good timing, could you teach him a bit about Starless as we walk, young lady? Like the right route to take, you were headed there anyways weren’t you?

saki: Yes, I was planning to...

hinata: Yay! This really was a happy coincidence then. I'll be in your care, Miss ♪

—end

Chapter 1 extra

-hospital room-

nurse: Good morning Haseyama-san. The sun's shining again today. Let's see, blood pressure and body temperature are both normal... Hm?

haseyama: .........

nurse: Am I imagining things or?

haseyama: ko...nn...

nurse: He's regained consciousness!? Haseyama-san, can you hear me?

haseyama: ..........

nurse: Haseyama-san! I'll call the doctor right away ok?

-time pass-

kei: So, what you mean to say is that he woke for merely a moment and then fell back into unconsciousness?

nurse: Yes, I'm most sorry for calling you out here so urgently.

unei: There's nothing you need to apologise for! We are grateful that you contacted us. The fact he woke up at all means he should be properly out of his coma soon right?

nurse: I'm sorry, but we don't know that for sure yet.

unei: Is that so...

yakou: Did he communicate anything to you in the brief time he was awake?

nurse: I wouldn't call it communication but if I remember correctly... He mumbled "ko, nn" before falling unconscious again.

yakou: "Kon"? I wonder what he was trying to say.

unei: Maybe he was trying to say navy blue? (*kon-iro)

yakou: What would he have meant by that...?

unei: Kon...kon... Ah! Could he have been imitating a fox...!?

(*in Japanese 'kon' is the noise foxes make)

yakou: That doesn't make any sense either.

unei: Um, did he happen to say anything else?

nurse: No, it was just incoherent mumblings. Excuse me, but I must go and check on some other patients.

unei: Thank you for talking with us whilst you're so busy.

-nurse leaves-

yakou: If it was just incoherent mumbling as she said then it's likely it had no deeper meaning.

kei: We won't know until Haseyama himself has woken.

—end

Chapter 1 SideA

-locker rooms-

ran: Alright! I've done myself up to be one stunnin' young man once again today-!

kongou: Ran, the hair on the back of your head is still sticking up.

ran: What? But I just got done hair sprayin' it!

lico: Would you be quiet. I have to get set up here too so stop freaking out in front of the mirror.

mizuki: Geh, what's it matter spending so much time on that.

ran: Aw c'mon, why aren't ya more excited, we finally get to have another solo performance. Heath is lookin' healthy lately too!

mizuki: ...Are you sure about that?

heath: I'm fine. Rather, I'm actually feeling quite good today.

akira: Oh, the whole B gang is here, give it your all out there~

mizuki: The heck, what are you here for?

akira: I just came to collect something from my locker~ What about you? You look like you're all fine at least.

mizuki: Duh of course. So we don't need you getting involved.

lico: No need to blow up at every little thing, Mizuki. Akira's just here to check on us.

akira: Welp, if anything happens just give me a call.

heath: Mm sure. Don't worry though, we won't need to.

akira: I am your understudy just in case. Anyways, see ya~

-akira leaves-

lico: Well, it is true that Heath's role this time isn't on the stage the whole time. So we should actually be good. Rather than Heath, isn't it you we should be worried about right now, Mizuki?

mizuki: Huh? What's that meant to mean?

lico: What are you even going for with your interpretation of Oba Yozo? Shouldn't he be more timid?

mizuki: Who gives a shit about interpretations. All we need to do is match the energy of Heath's song.

kongou: While it's true our show gives a different impression than the source material 'No Longer Human', I think it's fine the way it is.

ran: Yeah it gives off a feelin' like 'if you're feelin’ rejected come on over here~' y'know what I mean?

heath: We don't want to be shoved into the box of what's considered 'normal' by society. Because that's how Team B is.

mizuki: Hahah, as expected your ideas are the best, Heath! Alright then, let's get goin' already you guys.

-mizuki leaves-

lico: Hey... I'm being serious here, please quit overdoing it. If I catch you looking even a little unwell I'm subbing you out.

heath: ...I know. I don't want the audience to ever have to see me like that again either.

—end

Chapter 1 SideA extra

-starless break room-

ginsei: .......

sotetsu: What're you reading?

ginsei: Ah!? Oh, it's just you two.

yoshino: Sorry for frightening you. Which script is that you're reading?

sotetsu: You were reading it with one intense expression, is it that immersive?

ginsei: Oh this? It's the script for B's current show. Kongou let me borrow a copy.

yoshino: Why are you reading their scripts again...

sotetsu: What are you scheming this time?

ginsei: It's not like I'm trying to involve myself in B's performances or anything. It's more like an analysis, I guess you could call it research.

yoshino: On the script?

ginsei: Yeah. Reading the other team's scripts has been great learning material.

sotetsu: Really?

ginsei: It's because I can analyse them more objectively than our own scripts. This one's especially interesting, seeing how it differs from the original source and how it's been adapted.

yoshino: 'No Longer Human' is what it's based on right?

ginsei: Yeah, that's it. Since Mizuki is the lead role it makes you see that Oba could even be depicted in this way. It's fun making new discoveries like this.

yoshino: Could it be that you're planning to continue properly studying scripts from now on?

ginsei: In my own way, yeah. So I'm planning to check out every show's script like this.

yoshino: I see.

sotetsu: There's no way you'll have enough time for all that.

ginsei: True, that's the biggest problem at the moment. If the staff shortage issue could be solved I'd be able to devote myself to it more...

yoshino: We have no choice but to ask the temp management team if they can hire more people. It's not like we can do anything about it... I think your efforts are a good idea though Ginsei. I have to do whatever it is I can as well.

sotetsu: Looks like a flame has been lit in you. Jeez, you're all so diligent.

—end

Chapter 1 SideB

-starless hallway-

unei: Ah, Qu-san. Could I borrow you for a moment? I have something I'd like to discuss with you...

qu: It's rare of you to seek me out, Unei-kun.

unei: In regards to this you're... No, you're the only one I could ask, Qu-san!

qu: Sounds like it's serious, what is it?

unei: Please, could you give me your opinion on my costume design once again!

qu: Hm...?

unei: I'm sure you'd give me a straightforward assessment of my design proposal! Here, I took a picture of what I drew...!

qu: I'm not sure I'd be much help with that.

unei: That's not true! You assessed my design last time, remember? If I can get your ok on the design then it's almost guaranteed everyone else will agree to it too!

mokuren: Don't block the hallway, you're in the way.

zakuro: It looks as if you're putting on a single act comedy. Though it is also true that I am quite interested in your design Unei-kun, to a surprising degree.

mokuren: Don't say anything unnecessary, Zakuro. And you too, Qu. Just refuse him straight up. If you're late for our reservation in lesson room 2 I won't be happy about it.

qu: Well, you heard them, sorry Unei-kun.

unei: Aw~....

zakuro: My my such heartbreak. If you'd like more ideas than that... Why not make a trial costume for yourself? If you do that then no one would interfere.

unei: Uu... B-but that wouldn't solve the problem...

qu: If you want to solve the main problem then wouldn't finding a costume designer be the best move? How's that been going?

unei: Um well, the temporary management team has been asking around within their acquaintances...! Taiga-san made a post about it on our blog too but so far we haven't gotten any responses.

qu: Probably because it's not that flashy of a job offer. I guess there's nothing we can do for now but wait and see.

mokuren: Unei, I couldn't care less what you do, but I won't let you off easy if you get in the way of our rehearsals.

—end

Chapter 1 SideB extra

-rehearsal room-

taiga: Their show’s starting soon, yeah?

takami: Are you concerned for Team B?

taiga: Nah, I wouldn't go as far as to say I'm concerned. But I wouldn't say it's unrelated, I'm just wondering how things are going to go, I guess.

akira: Why do you keep glancing at me?

takami: Well it's true that Akira has a relationship with them at the moment.

akira: Ew why'd you have to word it like that.

kokuyou: How stupid. All it means is that you weren’t needed this time, nothing more nothing less.

akira: I suppose~ Basically if Heath’s feeling fine and dandy then I don’t need to appear.

takami: That’s because Mizuki’s opinion that Heath is their one and only MC won’t change.

sin: As long as Heath doesn’t collapse then, hm? The water in the fountain has already overflowed. The time for enlightenment is still in the distant future.

taiga: Being their pinch hitter is even more of a pain than just being a regular understudy though. I mean, do B really plan to just continue handling things like this?

kokuyou: Who knows. As long as they aren’t hindering us I couldn’t care less.

taiga: Wouldn’t it cause quite the drama if we were to have a versus with B and Heath isn’t able to perform though?

kokuyou: If that ever happens then it would be on Mizuki to take full responsibility.

taiga: The responsibility of being a leader huh?

takami: I don’t think a malicious versus such as that would even happen in the first place.

kokuyou: You never know.

—end

Chapter 2

-starless lobby-

iwami: So, what did you think of Starless' Team B?

hinata: They were amazing...! I knew seeing them live would be completely different to just watching recordings! It's not even comparable! Do you always get to watch their shows like this, Miss? I'm so jelly-!

saki: You really love Team B huh, Hinata-san.

hinata: Well duh! I'm still freaking out just standing in the lobby here. I'm not dreaming am I? What am I gonna do if I get to meet Team B~!

iwami: Oi oi, isn't that the whole reason I brought you here?

saki: Huh? Then do you mean...

iwami: Oh, look who chose the perfect time to appear. Hey, Mizuki.

-mizuki walks over-

mizuki: If it isn't Kouichi. Saki too, what're ya doing standing around out here?

iwami: We had just been watching your show.

saki: The performance was great, I had a lot of fun.

mizuki: Course it was, it was a B show after all.

mizuki: ...By the way, who's the blondie?

iwami: I invited him along, his name's Hinata. He's a massive fan of Team B.

mizuki: Oh? He's got good taste then.

hinata: (gasp) ...Oh my god! H-He spoke to me...!

mizuki: Huh...?

hinata: Holy crap... Mizuki in the flesh makes such a huge impression! His gaze is so intense! Aha, my heart feels like it's gonna explode~! I'm so glad I came here today~!

mizuki: The hell's up with this guy?

iwami: I already told you, didn't I? He's a massive fan of Team B.

hinata: I've loved Team B for ages now. This is the first time I've gotten to see you perform in person, it was crazy intense.

mizuki: Ah, y-yeah...

hinata: Your show today was amazing as always obviously, but still, it was on a whole other level! Heath's rap was especially great! The song, his voice, he's just the best, I admire him so much! No scratch that, I respect him so much!

mizuki (awkward): Hahah, is that so?

hinata: Yeah, Team B really are the best aren't they? I want to join!

mizuki: You what...?

iwami: I heard that you lot were understaffed, so isn't this a good opportunity to increase your numbers?

mizuki: Quit saying stupid shit.

hinata: I'll rehearse till I drop! The name 'Hinata' too, I was given it by Iwa-san for this so...!

mizuki: No way. B is the five of us, no one more, no one less. As if I'd let some guy I know nothing about join us just like that.

hinata: Huh? So you're saying I can't then...?

iwami: I see, so the main requirement is that you have to understand who Hinata is then?

mizuki: What?

iwami: Well, that's how it is Hinata. Do something about this yourself from here.

-iwami leaves-

hinata: Ok, I will!

mizuki: What!? Hey, wait, Kouichi! What the hell... I don't get this.

—end

Chapter 2 extra

-starless office-

iwami: Appears you haven't fixed your worker shortage yet.

kei: Iwami... I didn't expect to be hearing that from you.

iwami: Well, I'm mostly just here to say hi. I felt like I should talk to you lot.

yakou: Is this about that person you brought along to be a potential cast candidate...?

sinju: The guy who wants to join B right?

iwami: Oh so you're all already aware then? That saves me the trouble of explaining things. Well, that's how it is, I'll leave him in your hands.

-iwami goes to leave-

kei: Halt. There is still something I want to inquire.

iwami: It's rare for you to ask so nicely when you're usually so rude to me. What is it?

kei: I want to know your true motive.

yakou: Yeah, why did you suddenly bring in a cast candidate...

iwami: You said you were understaffed so I brought someone in, what other reason would I have besides that?

sin: A notion that even the devil could verify.

sinju: It's surprising to hear that a new person just randomly showed up.

iwami: My apologies. But it's not a bad deal is it? He's rearing to go, no matter how you look at it he'll prove useful. He's of working age too of course. He won't cause the store any disadvantages.

sin: And what is it that you desire beyond this?

iwami: For this store to prosper, don't I keep telling you all this? Plus, as always there's been shady fellows hanging around the store’s vicinity... So wouldn't having more people here be beneficial?

kei: As an outsider you have no say in such a decision.

iwami: I'm well aware. I'll be leaving Hinata here, It’s up to you lot to decide what to do with him.

-iwami leaves-

sinju: I wonder if he really is doing this for the sake of the store.

yakou: ...I'm not so sure.

—end

Chapter 2 sideA

-rehearsal room-

mizuki: Alright, let's stop here for today.

ran: Ah~ I'm so tired. Isn't the last part of the performance way too complex?

lico: Aren't you the one who was whining about wanting it to be more flashy? Don't start complaining about it now.

ran: Ya but I didn't realise the difficulty would increase this much.

kongou: But because of that I think our show tomorrow will be even better.

mizuki: Make sure you get some rest. If any of you are shit tomorrow I'll beat your ass. Heath you too, you're banned from any solo practice today.

heath: I know. I'll be going straight home.

-hinata runs in-

hinata: Mizuki, are you done with practice!?

mizuki: You- Why the hell are you here!

hinata: I wanted to talk to you, so here I am! I really want to join B no matter what.

lico: What? Who's this kid?

ran: Someone Mizuki knows?

iwami: Kouichi brought him here...

hinata: I'm Hinata, nice to meet you all! But nevermind that, ohmigosh, Heath is here~! Your show the other day was seriously the best!

heath: ...Thanks.

kongou: I'm not exactly following but, why are you looking to join B...?

hinata: I love hip hop so I became a fan of B. I want to be able to rap like Heath does.

mizuki: That's obviously not gonna happen.

hinata: Aw but why~? Even though I love B so much...

mizuki: We don't need any other MC but Heath.

hinata: So you mean I can be a performer then?

mizuki: I didn't say that.

lico: Nevermind all that, the hell is even going on here? Explain, Mizuki.

mizuki: I don't know either!

hinata: Hey hey, I can perform too y'know. Here, watch!

-hinata dances whilst stumbling-

lico: Dude... He can't perform at all. Why the hell was he acting so confident about it?

ran: (laughs) He really can't huh. Well, his sense of rhythm is sorta there.

kongou: Even so... Mizuki, what are you planning to do about this?

mizuki: I got no fuckin' idea, go and ask Kouichi.

lico: That bastard... He really is the worst.

heath: .......

-heath leaves-

hinata: So, how was that? I threw some moves fitting of B in there right? Uh wait, huh...? What happened to Heath, did he leave already?

ran: Hm? Oh ya he's gone.

kongou: I wonder if something happened.

lico: Who knows, maybe he just had no interest in you.

hinata: Whaat-! But I really wanted to hear what he thought...!

—end

Chapter 2 sideA extra

-locker room-

sinju: Maica, Nekome! Listen to this, something crazy happened yesterday.

nekome: You seem pretty excited, is it something interesting~?

sinju: Iwami-san brought in a new cast candidate that's hoping to join Team B. He's called Hinata.

maica: Huh? What are you talking about? Why would Iwami-san... Is this what he meant?

sinju: Do you know something about it Maica?

maica: No... Well, what kind of person is this Hinata guy then?

sinju: I don't know, I haven't met him yet.

maica: He didn't introduce himself?

sinju: All Iwami-san told us it that he's leaving him here and we can do whatever with him. I think he's already met Team B by now at least.

nekome: Intriguing~

maica: How about you Nekome? Do you know anything about this new guy?

nekome: Hm? I've been too busy with my own matters to know anything else.

maica: That so.

sinju: I suppose it's a good thing, getting a new cast member.

nekome: Even without considering Heath's situation it's still better than nothing. Plus if there's more staff the the burden on those working in the hall will lessen.

sinju: That would definitely be helpful! Lately I've barely been able to make it to my shifts.

maica: True, but on the other hand, what will happen to Akira then?

nekome: Guess we'll have to wait and see~

maica: ...Also, whether he's hired or not may depend on what kind of guy he is.

sinju: Rindou said the same thing when I spoke to him before.

maica: You can't tell how capable someone his just by looking at them.

nekome: Well, that goes without saying.

menou: Yawns... Hey, is what you all just said true?

sinju: Uwah!? You were here too Menou?

menou: We're getting more hall staff then? So does that mean I can keep napping?

sinju: Of course not! Nothing's even been decided yet.

menou: Huuh~? That's too bad then.

—end

Chapter 2 SideB

-second rehearsal room-

kasumi: Hah~ Thank god, I made it just in time.

mokuren: Hmph... One more minute later and I would've sent you flying with a kick.

kasumi: I remember you said that and ran here as fast as I could.

qu: Were you busy with temp management work? As always you guys seem swamped with tasks.

hari: It would be advantageous for us to solve the understaffing issue quickly.

kasumi: Yeah I guess~ We were just discussing that before actually.

mokuren: Did you find someone new to hire? In that case what's the problem.

kasumi: Mm~ The issue is more with who brought in the new person.

zakuro: My my, seems yet another complex problem has arisen.

kasumi: Well y'see, yesterday Iwami-san brought in a cast candidate. It appears he's looking to join Team B, so it became a question of what we should do about this.

hari: If he's accepted would that mean Tam B has two understudies then?

zakuro: Hm... And what would the issue with that be?

hari: There shouldn't be any. I've heard that in the store's early days it was normal to have multiple understudies.

qu: I think the issue would lie with how those involved feel about it. Including Akira of course... What does Mizuki and his team plan to do?

kasumi: Seems they're undecided, which is to be expected. That's why he hasn't been accepted as an official member yet.

mokuren: In that case, we'll take him.

kasumi: What?

mokuren: If a new person is joining then I want him on our team. Even more so if Mizuki's wavering.

kasumi: Um but, we don't even know what he's like or if he's capable.

mokuren: Then we just have to drill him with dance lessons. It’s a perfect opportunity for you to teach them, Hari. You agree with me that having an understudy is necessary, so there shouldn't be a problem.

qu: ...You don't seem to be joking.

mokuren: Of course I'm not. If a member’s poor condition has even the slightest chance of ruining our dance then it's no laughing matter.

qu: That's... I can't refute that.

mokuren: It's decided then. I'll go and invite him.

—end

Chapter 2 SideB extra

-second rehearsal room-

qu: Mokuren, about that conversation earlier. You really are serious about recruiting him then?

mokuren: I already said that, didn't I?

zakuro: My my, the smell of commotion once again. The scent is quite enticing to me however.

hari: It is true that Team C are also in need of an understudy…

mokuren: Not just that either. Being in mixed teams for Christmas and the June Bride show wasn't half bad. Since I was able to experiment with new things.

qu: So because of that you want a new member to join us?

mokuren: If the mood stagnates then our dancing will rot. We can't be confined by staying the same forever. Kasumi, what is the name of this cast candidate?

kasumi: I heard that it was Hinata~

mokuren: Got it.

kasumi: Wait, you don't intend to look for him right now do you?

mokuren: I'm going to go and capture him before it's too late.

-mokuren leaves-

hari: By before it's too late they must mean before Mizuki's able to come to a concrete decision.

qu: How overbearing hm?

kasumi: I agree with the opinion that we need an understudy though~

zakuro: It is said that while some things remain unchanging one must still be open to the new. Even water that is unable to turn into clouds will stagnate overtime and become dead water.

hari: Seems like we're all of the same opinion here then.

qu: Hinata said that he wants to join B though didn't he? Wouldn't it be wrong to forcibly bring him over here.

hari: It would depend on how Team B sees it, but it's true that as things are now it could be considered a robbery.

kasumi: Well, whatever happens happens~

zakuro: Lately, Mokuren seems to be trying to find a new spark in the melodies themselves.

qu: I guess this means C has to evolve as well huh…

—end

To Part 2

#bsts main story #bsts team b #bsts translation

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Venomed

Summary: What once was a beautiful relationship with Peter, turns quite venomous…

Warnings: swearing & short accusation of unaliving one’s self.

Notes: ughhh this part took me forever & I’m still not satisfied with it but it’s been long enough & i dont want to keep you waiting. Seriously you all have been so kind, I can’t thank you enough. & to all of u who let me know your thoughts on it or say that you’re excited for what’s next, u make my day & I’m beyond grateful 🤧 I hope you guys enjoy ♡

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Part 3

He felt it.

His ‘spidey senses’ are a little tingle that alerts him when something’s off. It’s like a sixth sense for knowing when something bad was going to happen.

He’s been feeling it going off all day but he’s been unable to decipher what was bringing it on. Except this time he felt it and he knows who’s in danger.

It’s you.

He doesn’t take a second to think it through, just bursts into your apartment, eyes scanning the living room for you.

He calls out your name but there’s no response, simply an eerie silence that makes his stomach turn.

He enters your room cautiously but you’re not there either, and that’s when he feels it again; The tingle.

He runs to the bathroom and, although he was one to always respect your privacy, he felt like he didn’t have a second to lose, so he burst right in.

Turns out that he was right, because when he slams the door open, he’s met with the sight of you submerged under water, drowning.

He doesn’t think twice, just immediately jumps into action and pulls you out. You’re coughing up water and you look absolutely lost and helpless and terrified and he feels all those things at once too.

“What happened?! Are you okay?! How the hell did this happen?!” he's speaking faster than he can think, a mess of fear and nerves.

Out of all the things to fear you getting hurt from, a bath was the last thing he would have worried about.

“Did you fall asleep?! Did you hit your head?! I need to know how this happened, why were you…”

Before he can finish his sentence, you let out a sob that completely shatters him.

His eyes widen and he drops the rest of the questions and immediately wraps his arms around you because fuck the answers, you’re all that mattered right now.

You cry into his chest and he stays there, hands in your hair, whispering sweet words in your ear.

“I got you, you’re ok. You’re ok baby, I promise. I’m sorry that happened. I got you now, you’re safe.”

You both remain like that for a while till he feels you shivering from the now cold water. He gets a towel and wraps it around you, helping you up while averting his eyes, not wanting to make you feel unwillingly exposed.

He leads you into your bedroom, finding one of his shirts in a drawer and helping you into it, wet strands of your hair dripping into the fabric before he takes your towel and helps dry it up. You’ve been silent since you stopped crying, face unrevealing of your emotions. He has to bite his lip to keep himself from asking more questions, understanding that now wasn’t the time to bother you with them.

But his mind is still racing, thinking about how he saw you drowning in the tub. He was horrified, very much still, because he can’t understand how that could have happened.

Did you fall asleep & accidentally slipped in? Did you hit your head and fell unconscious?

No, he doesn’t think that one could be it. He saw what looked like you trying to get up for a second before he pulled you out. It was weird, and he knows that it doesn’t make sense, but it almost looked like something was forcing you down into the water….

“Why are you here?”

Your voice breaks his train of thought. He swallows, nervous about the impending conversation.

“I felt like something was off. I’ve been feeling it since last night, but this time it just felt…urgent. And thank god for that because if I didn’t make it in time, you probably would have…” and he stops because he doesn’t ever want to finish that sentence.

You look completely exhausted, eyes empty, body shaking from the cold. He takes in a small breath.

“You weren't..trying to…because of me…” he’s struggling to get the words out, but you get what he’s trying to say and you’re immediately disturbed by the accusation.

“Are you serious right now? Do you actually think that I would….god Peter no! I wasn’t attempting to kill myself just because you broke up with me, god,” you say, getting up from the bed and stepping away from him.

He swallows, thankful that that wasn’t the case, but also put off by your reaction.

You’re so easily angered lately. Did he hurt you that much? Did the love you have for him just fade away?

‘That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?’ he’s asking himself because the whole point of breaking up with you was so you wouldn’t be forced to care about him anymore. So you wouldn’t be put in harm's way for it.

But now, as you look at him with that fire in your eyes, so intense he can almost feel it burning him, he’s regretting his decision.

He misses the way you used to look at him. It’s almost killing him.

He clears his throat, continuing.

“Then tell me what happened. Explain to me how I walked into you like that. Ever since this morning, you’ve been…”

“What? How have I been, Peter?” you ask, daring him to respond.

He frowns, not backing down.

“You’ve been off. You’re not yourself, and it’s clear that something’s up. I understand your upset because of what happened last night, but I didn’t expect you to spiral off like this.”

That’s when you feel it again; The unexplainable anger you get when you just as much as think about him lately.

“Spiral? Spiral?! For the record, I’m not upset. I’m angry. I’m so fucking angry because you decided to break up with me, not because you don’t love me, but because you want to save me? What kind of bullshit is that?! And the cherry on top is that you truly think it was so noble of you to do this to us. That you’re making such a selfless sacrifice. Well fuck you.”

The words stun him. It makes him avert his gaze from you because it’s all too much. It’s a mixture of guilt and hurt, and he really wishes you could look at him one more time like you used to, and not like you do now; like you despise him. Like he ruined you.

He wants to say he’s sorry, but he knows that if it came down to it, he wouldn’t take back what he did. He couldn’t. Your life matters more to him than you hating him for the rest of your life.

So he sits there and lets you speak, no matter how much your words tore him up inside.

“Fuck you for not even including me in this decision, for not even letting me have a choice. Now do me the favor and keep your promise of staying away from me and get the fuck out!”

You reach for the knob and push the door open but just as you do so, the door comes completely off its hinges. You’re frozen in place, completely silent from the shock as you process what you just did.

It was honestly a comical scene, seeing you holding a door in mid air with one hand as if it weighed nothing, but you were too freaked out to find the humor in it.

After gathering your composure, you lean the door against the wall but once you let go of the knob, you notice that you’ve completely crushed it.

You shut your eyes, mentally praying that Peter somehow didn’t notice, but when you turn around, you find him with wide eyes, jaw dropped.

Oh yeah, he noticed.

“Did you just…rip the door off?” he asks, voice wavering.

Look at what we can do. Isn’t it exhilarating?

You jump, the voice unexpectedly booming loud in your head.

Oh no.

“I need you to leave,” you tell Peter, voice urgent.

No, let him stay. I’m hungry.

“No!” you shout fearfully, and Peter looks at you with furrowed brows.

“No?”

You shake your head, forgetting he can’t hear it.

“Nothing, just…nothing’s going on Peter, I’m just not myself today and I need you to go.”

I can’t withhold my hunger much longer. I need to be fed.

“Please…” you say, intended more for the voice than Peter.

“Not yourself? Do you understand the strength you need to have to crush a metal knob like that?! To rip a door out of its hinges?! Something’s going on that you’re not telling me!”

“Peter stay out of this, you don’t understand.”

“So help me understand!”

He’s irritating me. Let's eat him.

“No! For the last time, you cannot eat him!” you shriek out and Peter jumps, caught off guard.

You both remain silent, wide eyes locked on each other. You don’t dare make a move, terrified of the voice speaking once more, of you doing something else that’s abnormal, of you possibly hurting him. But Peter stands up from his place on the bed and cautiously walks towards you.

You take several steps back, waving your hand.

“Peter, don’t…”

“Who are you talking to?” he asks, eyes darting around the room, body tense.

“Please…” your eyes are watering, the fear taking over your body.

You can tell that something bad is going to happen. There’s an odd feeling within you, the feeling of something trapped inside that’s fighting to come out. You’re doing your absolute best to keep it at bay.

“Tell me what’s going on, I just want to help you. I promise.”

“Don’t,” your eyes shut, tears rolling down your cheeks freely. “Please Pete, I can’t hold it back anymore, I can’t…”

“Can’t hold what back? Something’s very wrong and I’m scared it’s going to get worse, just let me...”

But before he can even finish, you feel it. The snap of something finally breaking free.

So you bolt out of the bedroom and run back to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door. You hear Peter running after you, trying to twist the knob and then banging on the door when he realizes it’s locked.

He’s pleading with you to let him in but everything around you starts to feel hazy. You look into the mirror and realize that the eyes looking back at you aren’t yours…

“Look, you have me officially terrified for you. Please let me in. If you don’t, I have no choice but to knock the door down okay? Please…”

He hears an odd sound coming from inside and his brows furrowed, sweat beginning to form on his forehead from the tension.

“I’m serious, I’m going to count to three. One…”

He hears you shuffling inside.

“Two…”

The sound of something scraping the wall.

He closes his eyes and takes a breath, but before he goes to kick the door, it’s suddenly pushed wide open and he’s face to face with the scariest creature he’s ever seen; A massively large black monster with big white eyes, staring him down like a predator getting ready to take down its prey.

“Three,” the monster finishes for him and in an instant it opens its mouth and exposes its many rows of large sharp teeth, letting out a terrifying shrill right in front of him.

Peter jumps, taken aback, but he has no time to process his emotions because the monster lunges at him and he’s pushed back into the living room, landing on your glass coffee table, completely shattering it in the process.

He groans, a sharp pain shooting down his back, but he notices the pieces of glass around him shaking, and when he looks up, he sees the creature running towards him. Peter immediately jumps up and attaches himself to the ceiling looking down as the monster roars in frustration.

“Come down now! I’m hungry and I don’t like to play with my food!” it growls.

From his place on the ceiling, Peter can see inside your room and spots his backpack peking out from under your bed. He remembers how he left it last night before you both went to the italian restaurant for your anniversary.

Before he broke up with you.

He ignores the lump in his throat, his mind racing with the thought of where you even were currently, because he needs to focus on getting this thing out of your apartment while also keeping it from eating him.

“Why? You get a tummy ache or something?” he jokes, though his mind is focused on getting to the backpack.

He needs to distract him long enough to get his web shooters.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny,” it says dryly and it jumps up and tries to grab at him but Peter’s quick enough to dodge it.

He decides he has no choice but to crawl quickly through the ceiling to your room. When he lands on the ground, he grabs the lamp on the night stand and tosses it at the creature but it barely even reacts to it, letting out a dark chuckle.

“Pathetic,” it spits out, and it grabs Peter by the arm, lifting him up.

Peter lands a kick on it’s face that makes it hiss, head reeling back for a second as he lets go.

He lands on the ground and grabs the backpack from under the bed, but just as he unzips it, the creature drags him out of the room by his leg.

It sends him flying to a wall, pieces of it crumbling down on him as a cloud of plaster surrounds him. He’s thankful that at least he didn’t break right through it or else your neighbor would be pretty upset.

The creature waits for him in the small fog of white dust, smiling with pointed teeth.

“Looks like you’re perfectly seasoned now,” it jokes, laughing, and if it wasn’t for him being in immense pain, Peter would have laughed with him.

What can he say? The monster’s got good quips.

It grabs Peter by the throat, bringing him up to its face.

“This is what you deserve Peter Parker. For breaking our heart,” it says, and Peter is confused by its words.

When the creature opens its mouth, Peter choking as he tries to fight for breath from its tight grip around his neck, there’s a small click and the creature begins to choke as well.

Another click, and the creature is grabbing at its throat, letting Peter go.

Peter takes a big desperate breath for air, trying to steady himself. He looks up at the creature, arms out as he once again shoots out another web, trapping the monster's mouth shut.

He gets up, hissing from the pain, but he knows he needs to finish the job while it’s distracted.

The creature is trying to rip the webs from its mouth but Peter continues to shoot one after another. It’s walking backwards as it does so, towards the glass door leading out into the balcony and Peter shoots a web at it, sliding the door open so it falls out onto it.

What he didn’t expect was for it to completely stumble over the railing & fall off the balcony.

Another thing he didn’t expect?

The creature’s black tendrils slide away to reveal your unconscious face, you being the one who’s now falling off the balcony.

Peter’s eyes widen and the entire moment feels like it’s in slow motion as he screams your name and races to the balcony.

He doesn’t think twice before he jumps off the railing, plumutting down after you.

His heart is racing, stomach in knots as he tries with all his might to fall fast enough to reach you. He shoots a web when he thinks it’s the closest he can get to you and uses all his strength to launch you to him, wrapping his entire body around you.

He lands perfectly on his feet but his eyes are clenched tight, too scared to see whether he really truly made it with you safely in his arms.

He opens his eyes slowly and lets out a small sob when he sees the slow rise of your chest and that you’re indeed in his arms, still alive, still intact.

There’s tears in his eyes because it all feels too familiar; A really fucked up case of deja vu.

He nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath as hot tears spill into your skin.

His mind is racing a mile a minute, the confusion at what just transpired messing with his head, along with the fear still living in the pit of his stomach at how he almost lost you.

He tries to focus on how grateful he is to hold you as you're still breathing, to know that he was able to catch you in time.

He doesn’t know what’s going on, but he’s going to fix it.

He’s going to save you.

Even if it’s the last thing he does.

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mari-the-bimbo · 3 years

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Could you do dorm mate Gojo snapping at you after a rough day and feeling really guilty about it. So he tries to make it up to you, please.

Dorm mate! Gojo: he snaps at you

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

A/N: NOT DORM MATE GOJO DOING U DIRTY NOO 😭 It’s okay dorm mate Gojo I’d sweet bby trying his best <3

Gojo had never experienced such a shitty day in his entire life, today was shambles.

It felt like everyone was trying to start arguments with him today, picking fights with him over silly things, almost as if people forget Gojo has feelings too. It was overwhelming.

God, how he wishes those stupid people didn’t test his temper today, then maybe he wouldn’t have lashed out at you. That’s what ruined his day the most.

Gojo was in the dorm kitchen, swinging some red bull down his throat, hoping to feel better and more energised after all those idiots drained his energy.

“Gojo can you wash up your dishes please?” He hears you say as you enter the kitchen.

He has his back to you, not answering you, instead silently standing next to the fridge with a can in his hand.

He squeezed his eyes shut trying to cancel out your voice, it’s the last thing he needed right now. God please just stop-

“Gojo are you listening to me? You need to clean up your mess, Shoko and Utahime are coming over and the mes-“

“GOD JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP WILL YOU?! IF IT BOTHERS YOU SO MUCH, THEN PISS OFF!”

Silence fell over the room after his outburst.

You stared at him in shock. Did- did he really mean that?

You saw the instant guilt on his face as he stared back at you in shock of his own actions. But you didn’t want to stay for the incoming sorry ass excuse, so you walked out of the kitchen and no one has gone to check on you since.

God, he felt like bashing his head off the wall, how could he do that to you? You were his treasure, you literally hung the stars for him. You know that right? Right?

The thought of you hating him right now made his skin itch, his head hurt, he could take anyone else hating him, but you? Please no.

He sighs as he stood to his full height and walked over to your room, knowing he had to fix this. He may not be good at apologies, but this was the only way.

You mentally sighed as you heard the knock on your bedroom door, knowing exactly who it was. You were surprised Gojo knocked unlike the usual barging in.

But even though you didn’t answer the door, he slowly opened the door, entering your room that always seemed small compared to his height.

“Hey bubs” he said

“Get out” you snapped, you couldn’t even muster the courage look at him right now, knowing you’d cry if you did.

He didn’t react to your demand, only staring at you blankly, it was hard to decipher his emotions behind his black shades.

But instead of listening to you, he silently walked further into your room. You furrowed your eyebrows in anger, how could he snap at you like that and then act like nothing happened?

“Did you not hear me Gojo? I don’t want to see you right now, get out!” You snapped, attempting to kick him but he caught your foot, holding it firmly in his grasp.

But before you could even voice your confusion, he yanked you towards him by your foot.

“Gojo! What are you-“

“I’m so sorry my baby” he apologised, placing a kiss on your feet, making you blush.

“I didn’t mean to shout at you bubs, today was just a really bad day for me, I’m sorry you were the one I took it out on” he confessed genuinely.

It wasn’t often Gojo had a bad day enough to make him this worked up.

And just when you were about to argue back, he took off his black shades to reveal his tired, red eyes making you look at him in concern.

“You know I didn’t mean that right? Right?” He asked urgently, on the brink of a breakdown as he took your hands in his much larger hands.

As the tears built up in your eyes, you pull him into a hug, he finally smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you both backwards to lie on your bed.

“Don’t ever scream at me again” you muttered as you hit his chest and nuzzled your face into his neck.

He chuckled at your antics while stroking your hair “I promise bubs”

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 322: IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor was all, “Kirishima please take Hagakure and Aoyama and put them away somewhere out of sight until we’re finally ready for the U.A. Traitor Plot.” Shouto was all “HEY DEKU DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE YOU WANDERING THE STREETS LOOKING LIKE A GOTH PRAYING MANTIS IS EXACTLY WHAT AFO WANTS.” Deku was all “I’M SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY CRUSHING MARTYR COMPLEX AND ACCUMULATED TRAUMA.” Mineta was all “HEY DEKU YOU SWEET THANG, IF I COULD REARRANGE THE ALPHABET I’D PUT ‘U’ AND ‘I’ TOGETHER, ANYWAYS HMU 💖”, or at least that’s what fandom apparently thought he said. Everyone was all “WELL SINCE WE’RE BACK HERE IN KAMINO WE SHOULD DO THE THING” and did the whole “launching someone into the air to save someone by dramatically grabbing their hand” thing that everybody fucking loves to do in Kamino so damn much. Iida was all “[bombards me and Deku with feels].” Deku was all, “ू(ʚ̴̶̷́ .̠ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ ू).” I was all, “(;*△*;).” Horikoshi was all, “my work here is done.”

Today on BnHA:

oh my god.

so I finally went back to look at what I wrote up for 321 last week, and it’s a hot fucking mess lol, and I really don’t want to deal with that right now, so we’re just gonna skip it and go back sometime in the next few days or something because I really want to read the new chapter and I have no self control. I’M SORRY IIDA

oh my god he’s breaking out the narration word bubbles oh my god. shit is about to get epic isn’t it

has there ever been a chapter that opened with these that WASN’T epic? serious question. anyways all aboard the Feels Express I guess

YEP

I saved a bunch of other crying kaomojis when I was looking for ones to use in the “previously on” summary, and right now it’s looking like that was a good fucking decision you guys. if I’m going to be an emotional wreck I might as well do it in style ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

AND BY THE WAY!!

SHOULD I JUST THANK HORIKOSHI NOW AND SAVE MYSELF SOME TIME LATER. THE MAN ALWAYS FUCKING DELIVERS WHAT ELSE CAN I FUCKING SAY GODDAMN. IS IT TOO EARLY TO DECLARE THIS MY NEW FAVORITE CHAPTER? I SHOULD PROBABLY READ FURTHER THAN ONE PAGE BUT I’VE JUST GOT A FEELING

(ETA: it’s like. maybe my second favorite lol. A HUG WOULD HAVE PUT IT IN FIRST, I’M JUST SAYING.)

anyway so Ochako is releasing Iida, which is actually hilarious, because idk if you all know this but Iida can’t fucking fly you guys

like, I assume Ochako released him because she already knew that Kirishima was in place to catch him, but I really love this split-second of panic on Iida’s part where he’s all “HMM, IS OCHAKO TRYING TO KILL ME, ACTUALLY”

LOL THERE’S A THOOM AND EVERYTHING

that’s some plus fucking ultra on Ochako’s part right there. “IF THEY DIE THEY DIE” goddamn girl did you leave your chill in the same locker as Momo or what

now poor Kiri is all “DAMMIT DEKU ARE YOU PASSED OUT OR WHAT, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU MY THING GODDAMMIT”

oh my gosh he is curled up so small you guys oh my fucking lord

RESIDUAL “LOST CHILD” FEELS FROM LAST WEEK COMING IN FOR A LANDING!! PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR SEATBACKS AND TRAY TABLES ARE IN THEIR UPRIGHT POSITIONS OMG ( ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ ₍₎ ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ )

LMAO IIDA IS TRYING TO CONFIRM THAT OCHAKO PLANNED FOR KIRISHIMA TO CATCH HIM, AND KIRISHIMA IS ALL “NOPE I’M JUST HERE BY CHANCE BRO”

Ochako is the U.A. Traitor confirmed. Hagakure I am so sorry I doubted you. Ochako get over here. so are you Toga now or what

anyway so now everyone is running over before Iida can react to this casual announcement of his attempted murder. and now Mina is taking her turn, and Horikoshi is all “HEY BTW IS MINA CRYING ON THE LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU CRY?” and of fucking course it is, you bastard. I’m not made of stone

( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

SLDKFJLSDKJ:LKWEJ

IS THIS THE PART WHERE I JUST START SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY FOR THE REST OF THE CHAPTER LOL. SURE FEELS LIKE WE ARE GETTING TO THAT TIME

OH MY GOD KACCHAN AHHHHH

I CAN’T OMG LOL I ALREADY GLANCED AT THE NEXT COUPLE OF PANELS, AND HE’S STARTING A WHOLEASS MONOLOGUE ABOUT ALL OF HIS DEKU FEELS AND OH MY GOD

“HERE YOU GO MAKESTE, A WHOLE CHAPTER OF ALL YOUR FAVORITE META TOPICS JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE THEM” THANK YOU HORIKOSHI YOU’RE A BRO (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

SLKASODIFALWKFLKJ

THEY’RE JUST DEKU AND KACCHAN. holy shit you guys. because oh my god, but it’s like when Deku was talking to the Vestiges about saving Tomura, and he turned into his little child self because his heart and intentions were so pure?? and it’s like that again, except that we’re seeing them as their child selves because that’s who they are to each other?? like, not that they actually see each other as children, but just, they can see past all of the stuff on the outside and see each other to their cores, to who they are inside, and when they look at each other they each simply see the other boy that they’ve known their whole entire life. idk?? does that make sense??? DOES ANY OF THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WORDS ARE ANYMORE I’M JUST SWIMMING IN FEELS OKAY. I’M TRYING HERE

they’re just boys, is what I’m trying to say, I guess. just Deku and Kacchan. all the walls are down, all the gaps are bridged, and all it is is the one boy reaching out and connecting with the other, and just,,, (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

OH MY GOD [GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS AND POINTING WORDLESSLY] !!!1LK1

DO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS YOU GUYS

HOW PERFECTLY FUCKING RAD. WELL LET ME JUST ENJOY THESE LAST FEW SECONDS BEFORE MY LIFE IS FOREVER CHANGED, I GUESS

GOD

CAN HE EVEN SAY THAT??? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL??? IS HE EVEN FUCKING ALLOWED TO SAY THAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING

OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

─=≡Σ((( つ ◕o◕ )つ

GET IN HERE, EVERYONE!!

Y’ALL HE REALLY DID IT. “BAKUGOU IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE HE HASN’T EVEN APOLOGIZED” WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT, YOU GUYS!! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO ((((／￣∇￣)／＼(￣∇￣＼)))) AHHHHHHHHHH

OHHHHHHHH

HEH. I’M ALREADY DEAD, HORIKOSHI, YOU BASTARD. DO YOUR WORST. GO ON

YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON “US”, HE SAYS. ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF OMG. KACCHAN, YOU STUDIED!! YOU UNDERSTAND!! PREACH!!

OH NO!!

OH WAIT!!!!

LOL I GOT SCARED THERE FOR A SECOND BUT ANYWAY! EVERYONE GET IN HERE!!! GROUP HUG!!! OR WAIT, NO, WHAT ABOUT -- [GRABS YOUR COLLAR URGENTLY] YOU DON’T THINK -- COULD THEY POSSIBLY -- !!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ARE YOU GONNA HUG!??!?!?!?! I AM NOT OKAY!!!!!!! !!!hgk

REACTION PANELS LOL EVERYONE ELSE IS ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS TOO WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER

LOL OCHAKO

I KNOW THAT IN REALITY THIS FACE IS JUST BECAUSE SHE’S CONCERNED ABOUT DEKU’S FRAGILE STATE RN, BUT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE WAY SHE JUST DROPPED IIDA COLD THOUGH, AND I CAN’T HELP BUT FEAR FOR KACCHAN’S SAFETY LMAO. THAT FEELING WHEN THE CLASS PERV AND THE CLASS BULLY BOTH BEAT YOU TO THE LOVE CONFESSION. KACCHAN WATCH YOUR SIX

OKAY BUT LOOK, IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T LOVE ALL OF THE OTHER KIDS, OKAY, BUT CAN WE PLEASE!??!?! HELLO?!?!? MOMO, JUST -- COULD YOU JUST FOR A MINUTE --

NOOOOOOOOOOO

“DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I HAVE TO SAVE SOMETHING FOR THE FINALE” HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, I’M COMING FOR YOU WITH A TWO BY FOUR!! NOT THAT I’M UNGRATEFUL!! BUT JESUS CHRIST, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT, AND THEN ALMOST DO THAT, AND THEN NOT!! OMG I HATE YOU

sure let’s cut to Thirteen then, yay. I mean I’m glad they’re alive lol, don’t get me wrong

(ETA: I think that might have sounded a bit sarcastic so I just want to clarify that I really am happy Thirteen is alive and on the job again lol.)

it’s just that if your name doesn’t begin with Baku or Deku I honestly am not interested for just these next five minutes okay lol. like I’m just gonna be completely honest. I am too invested lol, please, they were having a moment, JUST LET ME HAVE THIS PLEASE

OH DAMN U.A. GOT SWOLE AF

THIS SCHOOL HAS BEEN JUICING WTF. I THOUGHT YOU WERE TARTARUS LOL

I’m literally not even reading the speech bubbles though omg I’m so sorry. I really hope there is not a quiz, I promise I will come back to it later scroll scroll scroll

okay so they brought him back to U.A. and he’s all tired and out of it yes

oh goody Hagakure knows all about the security system

(ETA: is it just me or is Horikoshi really laying it on thick with the hints about these two guys lately? I’m on to you sir.)

THAT’S WONDERFUL NEWS. GLAD THIS CRITICAL KNOWLEDGE IS SAFE IN THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE THAT WE TRUST

ffs Deku

WHAT WILL IT EVEN TAKE TO CONVINCE YOU THEN?? SWEET JESUS

-- holy shit, what??!

they know?? how did they find out??! holy shit???

I’m about to cancel the whole of Japan lmao. fucking try me dudes

-- THE PRINCIPAL!?

NEZU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK

“a ticking time bomb” tell you what, this man is just asking to be punched in the face. literally begging for it omg

(ETA: I have been advised that I misread this part; Rat Principal told everyone how safe U.A. was, but he’s not the one who ratted out Deku; that was “the rumors”, apparently. which, if I had to guess, were probably started by AFO.)

oh I see, so it’s to be Feels, Part II then

he looks so sad and tired and lonely and she goes right for the hand, god bless. though if Kacchan’s not gonna hug him, you’d think someone would at least. or is it because he still smells bad. hmm

AND THE CHAPTER’S ENDING ON HER LOL WELL OKAY THEN

I MEAN IT’S GREAT AND ALL, I LOVE OCHAKO REALLY I DO, BUT WE WERE PROMISED GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GODS, WHAT GIVES SOB. I WAS ALL READY TO BREAK OUT INTO SONG AND EVERYTHING. SURE, HE DID THE APOLOGY, BUT WHERE IS THE FOLLOW-UP GODDAMMIT

(ETA: just to clarify the reason for my rambling here, I was really waiting for the hero name reveal and the presumed deeper meaning behind it lol. but I guess that is a conversation still to come! and we still need Deku’s response to the apology too for that matter. lots to look forward to still.)

WELL WHATEVER, SO THAT IS THE END OF THE CHAPTER! SHOUT OUT TO MY BOY RAT “LET ME JUST TELL EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ABOUT DEKU’S SUPER SECRET IDENTITY, I GUESS THAT’S ALL RIGHT NOW, NOTHING BAD COULD POSSIBLY COME OF THIS” PRINCIPAL. listen here you little shit

anyway but if you’ll excuse me... IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME. IF I COULD FIND A WAY. I’D TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU, AND YOU’D STAY. I DON’T KNOW WHY I DID THE THINGS I DID. I DON’T KNOW WHY I SAID THE THINGS I SAID. PRIDE’S LIKE A KNIFE, IT CAN CUT DEEP INSIDE. WORDS ARE LIKE WEAPONS, THEY WOUND SOMETIMES. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN TO HURT YOU. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T WANNA SEE YOU GO. I KNOW I MADE YOU CRY, BUT BABAY, IF I COULD TUUUUURN BACK TIIIIIIIIIIIME...

#bnha 322 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #uraraka ochako #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #IF I COULD REACH THE STARS #I'D GIVE THEM ALL TO YOU #IF I COULD TURN BACK TIIIIIIIIME

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tinysushimark · 3 years

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Pick my calls up (Mk, 1.2k Words)

fluff 💖

*Calling Mark*

You were scared that something which you'd never know about must've happened. He was the kind to pick calls up in an instant. You had called him more than twice, but he still didn't pick up, making you even more anxious.

*Calling Haechan.*

"HELLOOOO!" Haechan yelled through the phone.

"Where is Mark?"

"Not with me."

"Can you look for him?"

"Y/n, did you call me to ask about him?"

"Yes, he isn't picking calls up."

"How many times did you call him?"

"Thrice."

"Omg, little y/nie is scared coz her boyfriend didn't pick her calls up and she called more than twice."

"You're an asshole."

"He's probably sleeping in his studio."

You cut the call when you heard Haechan say that. He probably fell asleep while working, yes. Of all the days, today was your day off so you couldn't even call anyone to pick you up and go to the company. You could always drive yourself, but you didn't want to. Its not like you had a choice, what if something had really happened.

When you reached the building, you saw your manager walk out from her cabin.

"Unnie!" You shouted to grab her attention.

She walked towards you with a smile on her face and grabbed your arm.

"Did someone call you here? You should've called me."

"Where is Mark?"

"How would i know that? How did you get here?"

"Drove myself."

Your manager didn't know where Mark was, no point talking to her anymore. You swiftly removed your arm from her grip and ran towards his studio.

The door was locked, so you knocked on it and waited. There was no response, so you knocked again. Then you noticed that the main switch from outside was switched off.

"Did he have recording today?" You thought to yourself.

You ran towards the recording studio which was just a few turns away from his studio.

You flung the door open and saw your producer. You greeted him and he gave you a warm smile.

"Was Mark here today?" You asked him in a rush.

"No." He said, looking confused.

"Are you looking for him?"

"Yes. He hasn't been picking calls up."

"He's probably in the other recording studio, with the other producer."

"Got it, thank you."

The other recording studio was on another floor and on the complete opposite side of this one. Weighing your options, you swifted through the flight of stairs and walked as fast as you could. When you reached the recording studio and flung the door open, you saw him.

He was bitting his nails, hair a mess, mask down to his chin.

"Ahhh." He groaned.

"Pd-nim let's do this one again, it sounds so off key."

"Mark, come back tomorrow ok?"

"No, i wanna get this over with today."

"Listen to him." You said, all eyes turning to you.

You bowed to everyone in the room and took a seat next to him.

"We'll take 10." The producer said, making everyone walk out of the studio except for you and him.

"What's wrong?"

"I keep getting stuck at this one part." He said looking down at his lyric sheet.

"Its not the end of the world, you can record it tomorrow." You said grabbing his hands to make him stop fidgeting.

"I want to get it over with."

"Getting it over with, isn't gonna be your best shot. If you do it tomorrow maybe you'll do better than today." You tried to make eye contact.

"I'll make you the honey tea i drink before recording, tonight."

"Ok fine." He mumbled playing with your hands. "But u have to help me, with this part, i am just-" He looked up eyes almost on the verge of tears, he snuggled into your arm and let his tears slip. You patted his head from your other hand, resting your hand on his hair.

"Its ok baby." You said trying to silence him.

"I dont know how to make it not boring, why do the give me such boring parts. I always improvise and do my best, do u think I've lost my touch?"

"No, Mark. What the hell are you talking about babe, you're the best rapper I've ever met. You always put in so much hardwork and you always hide intricate details when you're recording your parts."

"You're saying that because you love me."

"No, I'm saying that because its the truth." You said hand resting on his cheek.

He stayed in your arms a little longer, burrying his face in your chest.

"Where is your phone?"

"Hm?" He looked up at you and then his eyes went wide, realisation hitting him.

"I dont have it."

"Yeah, but where is it?"

"I dont know."

Johnny opened the door and saw you two sitting close together and walked right back out.

"You're not interrupting anything, come in." You said loudly for him to hear.

"Thanks man." Johnny said, handing Mark's phone to him.

"You had his phone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Coz he gave it to me before recording, and i asked for it coz i wanted to click pictures."

"Couldn't you pick my call up and say that he was recording?"

"You called?"

"Johnny hyung what the fuck?" Mark said, "Did you come here coz i didn't pick your calls up?"

"Of course, i got concerned."

"Ah hyung, what the fuck man?" Mark said again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you called, i dont know how to use androids in my defense."

After Johnny left, Mark snuggled up to you again.

"Thank god he didn't pick up." Mark said.

"Why?"

"You wouldn't have come over then." He smiled at you leaving a small kiss on your hand, which was on his cheek and then snuggling again. You giggled watching him behave this way. Who'd say that he was the same guy from when he performs. You poked his mole, making him look up.

"Let's go get dinner?"

"Yes, but can we eat something recording friendly?"

"Soup from your favourite restaurant."

"Ok."

He said getting up and putting his lyric sheets in his bag. He started to wrap stuff up when his producer walked in. Mark informed them that he'd record tomorrow evening and the producer smiled at you, knowing how you always convinced him that he could do better tomorrow.

You slowly walked out of the studio, holding hands when he asked you the question, you had hoped he wouldn't ask.

"How did you get here?"

"Drove myself." You said taking the keys out from your pocket.

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"Omg, is my car fine?"

"You mean, our?"

"Y/n if there's a scratch, I'm not forgiving you."

"Who are you to forgive me? You don't remember when you straight up drove into a telephone pole?"

"Dont make me shout."

You spent the night trying to help him with his lyrics, the fact that you were a vocalist wasn't helping because he'd just end up laughing.

"I'm trying." You said and gave him puppy eyes.

"You made me take note of some changes which i should be making. So you did well."

He smiled at you, "You rap well."

"Don't make fun of me, Mark Lee." You said climbing in his lap.

"You did well tho." He said pinching your cheeks.

"Ooh, the tea! I'll make it and then we'll go to sleep, your throat needs rest." You said walking urgently to the kitchen.

The next evening you were anxious, hoping Mark was doing well during his recording.

*Message from Mark💖*

"Recording went well, see you at home."

You sighed in relief.

You knew he was getting you a present tonight.

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whumpshaped · 2 years

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woop woop donation commission number one done and ready! the urgent situation is resolved from what i can see, but please, do keep donating and i'll keep writing for u! just not tonight-

(rate is 3 dollars per 500 words!)

same situation as this one, kind of in the middle of it, after civilian is kidnapped but before they get collared and become a proper lapdog

trigger warnings: hero/villain setting, messed up power dynamics, whipping, manipulation, crying, begging, conditioning, captivity, intimate/creepy whumper

"Y-You said- you said you wouldn't-"

"I said I wouldn't hurt you during the kidnapping, dearest. But I do have to make sure you know the rules around here."

Civilian tensed and nodded jerkily, trying their best to comply even when it terrified them. It was fine. They could deal with the shaking, they could deal with being scared, they could deal with anything Villain was about to dish out. It was just to make sure they knew the rules. They would never have to be hurt again once they memorized them, because they would never ever think about breaking them.

They snapped out of their frenzied thoughts when Villain touched them, oh so gently lifting their head by the chin. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours? You're trembling all over. Won't you argue and beg me not to hurt you? Aren't you furious that I'm still going to do it?"

Civilian broke out in goosebumps at the words, their heart threatening to break free of the prison of their ribs and land right in Villain's hand. Right where it belonged anyway. "N-No, Sir," they almost whispered. "I- I would never d-dare argue, Sir."

"Is that so?" They trailed a finger along Civilian's parted lips, drinking in the sight of such immediate submission. They didn't have to cause any pain, and their victim was already on their knees, saying the most delicious things they'd heard in a while. Pliant, sweet, looking up at them with a mix of horror and adoration, both afraid and in awe of the power they wielded. They stepped away too abruptly, and in their effort to keep up the closeness, Civilian almost fell over, making Villain chuckle. "We'll see about that, won't we?"

Now that the moment was broken, the fear crept back in. Maybe they should've argued.

"The rules are quite simple, dearest." Civilian cast their eyes down, breathing heavily. They could get through this. "The only thing you need to understand is that what I say, goes. The only person you ever need to be afraid of from now on is me." The only person?

"Thank you, Sir," they blurted out without thinking, surprising both of them. "I, I mean- I just meant- that- that m-means-"

"Oh, I can't focus on drilling that into your head if you keep making me so curious." Villain feigned annoyance, but could barely stifle an amused grin. "Please, do go on and explain what you meant. I would be delighted to hear."

Civilian let out a nervous laugh, not quite believing that their stupid, thoughtless response was really the thing keeping them from tipping over the edge and falling into the bottomless pit of torture. It felt like they were dangling over the void, held by a thread that could snap at any moment, one they didn't even think could hold their weight in the first place.

"Something funny about that?"

"No! No, not at all, I'm sorry..." They braced themself for ridicule before they started explaining, trying their best to make some sense. "What, what I meant was, it's- it's a crazy world, a dangerous one with all the... fighting... When you're average like me- I guess- I guess you wouldn't know, Sir- but it gets quite scary. Had you not rescued me from that building after my coworkers left me, I wouldn't be here, would I?"

"I was the one who placed the explosives in the first place."

A small, involuntary smile crossed Civilian's face. "And then Hero burst in, making it worse. Making the building collapse faster. Not caring one bit about me, or anyone else, only their own noble fight. Not only did I have you to fear, Sir, I had to worry about getting caught under the rubble that fell whenever Hero so amazingly grabbed a new fucking pillar of the building to throw across the hall. They just don't care. They don't care at all. And, and I already had you to fear, who wouldn't? But I had so much more to fear as well, having all that taken away would mean... it would be a relief, it would mean I have you to protect me from everything else, Sir."

Villain licked their lips, looking for the appropriate response. Was there an appropriate response? They'd never thought about it this way, really, but in a way they really were offering protection in exchange for their complete obedience. But there was something else they just couldn't leave without a comment anymore, something that interested them way more than a random civilian's life in a city plagued by people with extraordinary powers. "You said you're average, didn't you?"

"I did, Sir. And I am."

"No, there's something unique about you, and I just can't ignore it. Not only do you seem to dislike Hero, which, I mean, that wouldn't really be unique, would it? But every time you talk to me, when you talk about me, you have this look on your face. Like you're talking about an idol."

Civilian's face went red in an instant, like a kid caught with their crush's name on a little heart shaped note. "I- well-"

"It's a little early for Stockholm syndrome to kick in, no?" They smirked, finally picking up the whip after so much small talk. "And for that, your captor would need to show you basic human decency, even kindness. I'm about to hurt you, dearest."

Was the thread about to give in? Were they about to fall?

"It's not that," they said quietly. "I really am unique, aren't I? In the most messed up way. Even now- even now, I keep thinking... if it's you hurting me, I can take it."

Villain walked over to them, tugging at their shirt, and Civilian took it off without a second thought. There was something heavy hanging in the air between them, this sense of unexplainable trust. It wasn't based on the assumption that Villain would change their mind in the end about hurting them, quite the opposite. Civilian was quite sure they were going to be hurt, and hurt badly. But they trusted that it was necessary, because Villain had said so, and they trusted they knew what they were doing. After all, their whole life consisted of hurting others.

They could hear Villain's power surge up, electricity crackling into the whip and almost lighting it on fire before they brought it down on Civilian's back. They cried out in pain, and Villain laughed, giddy with the power and the feeling of causing pain. "Won't you say it for me, dearest? That you'll obey my every command without question?" There was no illusion of reluctance, Villain's enjoyment was palpable, and Civilian shuddered.

"I'll- I'll obey y-your-" Another hit landed on their back, and they screamed, shocked by the interruption.

"Yes?"

"I'll obey y-your every command-" Crack.

"Oh, I'm afraid I can't hear you."

"I'll obey your every command-" Crack. "without question, Sir!" Crack. "I w-will, I'll-" Crack.

Civilian couldn't help but sob, but they found themself unable to stop repeating their only rule like a mantra. Never once were they able to say it in one breath, always interrupted by yet another bite from the whip, unexpectedly, at random intervals. The only thing they could count on was the certainty of another hit. They were reduced to a begging mess not long into their torture, pleading with all their might for the pain to stop, promising that they would always remember their rules. Villain all but mocked them for it, saying they'd said they would take anything for them, and Civilian grit their teeth and proved them correct. It wasn't down to their willpower anyway - they had no other choice.

The end of the whipping came both sooner and later than expected. The agony made it seem like it had gone on forever, but the overwhelming pain induced an almost out of body experience that made Civilian wary of where they even were, and how much time had actually passed. When they were finally able to collapse and give in to the exhaustion, they fell into steady arms instead of the harsh concrete, and they suddenly understood the importance of this lesson.

"I don't think punishments will be too common with a compliant captive like you," Villain murmured, brushing away a few tears. "But I have to say, your screams are quite lovely. I would gladly listen to them again. But not now, anyway. For now, you can rest. You really did take it well for me."

Civilian buried their face in their shirt, sobbing into the fabric. They were in so much pain, all they wanted was to be held like this. To be praised for their effort. They understood. They understood why this was needed, they understood that it was necessary. They needed to understand that Villain was still cruel, that they were still a sadist, no matter how charmed they apparently were by their childish adoration. They needed to feel it. And they needed to see that not only were they the only one they had to fear anymore, but the only one who would ever comfort them afterwards. That the person hurting and soothing them was one and the same, and the only one they could rely on.

And they would rely on them happily.

#the bad scribbles #commissions

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koushisbabie · 3 years

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Lovebites w Kenma

“i think i should submit here but may i please get a fluffy kenma one-shot where he kinda tackles the reader away from their study stuff because he needs attention and their relationship is relatively new so kissing and makeout stuff is rare but he's just kissing up on the reader's neck, nibbling on their neck, then just cuddling them after leaving a pretty hickey there, admiring the color on their skin before offering words of affection and just massive cuddles? i would love u forever” Request from @haikyutiehoe

I kind of took creative liberty with this one, and it’s KIND OF suggestive near the end?? I hope you like it! (I also didn’t reread and edit it bc I’m supposed to be doing my essay lol)

TW: lovebites/hickeys, general fluff, suggestive at the end, probably doesn’t qualify as nsfw but like, be wary.

Pairing: Kenma x gn!reader

Word Count: 1,037

Soft lofi plays in the background as my fingers hover over the page in front of me. Loose documents and various writing accoutrement lie strewn across the kotatsu and spill over onto the floor surrounding me. Three almost empty mugs sit amongst the mess, their remaining contents long gone cold and stagnant.

I glance at the time, briefly scanning over missed messages waiting to be acknowledged. One message in particular catches my attention. A simple ‘what are you up to?’ Followed by ‘just a heads up, I’m streaming soon, wanna hang out after?’ And a third message ‘y/n, are you done yet?’.

Exhaustion seems to have made a permanent home in my limbs, but that not prevent me from instinctively smiling at the phone screen. I type back a hurried ‘I'm still studying, we can hang out later’ before turning the phone face down and shifting my attention back to the ruckus in front of me. I inwardly groan at the idea of trying to stuff copious amounts of information into my already tired brain, yet despite the hassle, somehow manage to force myself to open the next textbook and begin reading.

An indeterminate amount of time passes before a shrill vibrating erupts from the phone to my right. It pulls me out of my trance, and I reluctantly pick up the phone.

‘Hello?’

‘You’re still alive.’

‘Just barely.’

Kenma’s quiet laugh sounds on the other end.

‘What did you need?’ I ask, holding the phone between my cheek and my shoulder, using my free hands to write a few words down into my study notes.

‘Just checking up on you, you’ve been at this for hours,’ Kenma replies. ‘Come upstairs, give yourself a break, we can watch a movie or something.’

‘Tempting, but there’s some methods I haven’t completely wrapped my head around yet,’ I say, hoping that frustration does not wind its way into my voice.

‘Have you even eaten yet?’ Kenma interjects.

I glance guiltily at the snacks I vaguely recall him silently leaving on the table hours ago. ’I drank the tea,’ I quickly add, ’thank you, Kenma.’

He sighs audibly. ’Y/n...’

‘I'll eat, I promise, just a few more hours, okay?’ I smile into the phone, knowing very well he cannot see me.

‘Sure, Y/n,’ he says finally.

The phone goes silent and for a split second I consider just going upstairs to check that he isn’t sulking. He can handle a few more hours, I think. Turning back to my notes, I continue to read.

Before long, there is the muffled sound of footsteps on carpet, a door sliding open, and the gentle kneeling of a person behind me. Warmth envelopes me as sweatshirt clad arms encircle my waist, a cold nose nuzzling into my neck, the tickling of outgrown blonde hair against my skin.

‘Kenma?’ I peer at him out of the corner of my eye. ‘What’s up? You okay?’

‘Do you know what time it is?’ Comes his muffled voice. His lips press against my neck as he speaks, sending shivers down my spine.

‘It’s, uh,’ I go to check my phone, but Kenma’s hand grabs my wrist.

‘It’s time for you to listen to reason,’ he kisses my neck in between speaking, ‘and spend time with me.’

‘This is out of the blue,’ I laugh nervously. ‘Since when do you make the first move?’

‘Just because I haven’t done it before, doesn’t mean I don’t want to do it,’ Kenma blushes. ‘Is it really that weird?’

It’s now my turn to be embarrassed. ‘No, I like it.’

He presses his mouth against my neck more firmly. ‘What is it that you like, Y/n?’

‘That,’ I murmur in response, closing my eyes. ‘When you kiss me.’

His arms pull me ever closer, before using one cool hand to pull the neck of my shirt further to the side, exposing my collar bone. He places kisses fervently against my skin, the warmth and the firmness growing with each movement. I resist squirming in his grasp, not wanting to ruin the romance of the moment, despite the flustering in my belly. ‘Tell me if it hurts,’ Kenma murmurs into my ear, his lips tickling my earlobe deliciously.

‘It doesn’t.’

A moment of hesitation passes before the next kiss turns into something sharper, more urgent. He bites me hard enough to hold the skin between his lips before sucking gently and placing a soft kiss. I turn my gaze to his, the flecks of gold in his eyes shimmering innocently back at me, as if he wasn’t pushing every button I have in this moment. Almost every button.

‘Did you like that?’

The curiosity in his question almost makes me want to laugh. ’I did, yes.’

Kenma shifts his attention to my neck, his lips forming a lovely ‘o’ in surprise. He takes a hand and strokes the tender area. ‘You beginning to bruise.’

‘Am I?’ I cannot quite see the bruises.

‘I didn’t think I was that hard,’ Kenma gives a tiny smile. ‘Sorry.’

I grin mischievously at him. ’Something tells me you aren’t actually sorry for that at all.’

‘Maybe not,’ Kenma buries his blush in the crook of my neck, pulling me into an even tighter embrace.

‘Wanna go continue this upstairs?’ I ask, taking a hand and running it through the stray strands of his soft hair. This elicits a soft moan from Kenma, not unlike a cat’s purr.

‘That’s what I’ve been asking you for hours,’ He whines.

‘Ah, so you were sulking!’

‘Was not,’ Kenma argues. ‘Just, come be with me for a bit. I’ve missed you.’

Guilt tugs at my heartstrings. ’I’ve missed you, too.’

He meets my eyes with a tenderness that renders me speechless, and for a long second, nothing existed besides the two of us. God, he’s beautiful.

I stand and offer him my hand, to which he takes without hesitation. He eyes the mess I’ve made of my textbooks and study notes. 'I'll clean it tomorrow,’ I shrug. ‘Right now, I want to see how many more love bites you can give me.’

‘Anything for you,’ Kenma replies as he leads me by the hand to the sanctuary of the bedroom.

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mooniefics · 3 years

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AFTER CONTEMPLATING FOR SEVERAL MINUTES:

reiner braun 🤪 + “please?? just pretend we’re dating. it’s only for today, i promise!”

this is literally the cutest moonie, i'm proud of you for hitting 250!! ilysm 💖✨💕

oh my gosh i’m so sorry this took me so long,, thank u so much for the request n the congratulations mar !! very happy that my first work for this event can be for my love, our one n only reiner ♡(｡- ω -)

in all your years of knowing reiner, you couldn’t say that you’d ever once heard him sounding so frantic.

“please?? just pretend we’re dating. it’s only for today, i promise!”

those were the exact words he’d used over the phone, imploring for you to come to the official marley high ten-year reunion and pose as his girlfriend. despite how you assured him that you were certain no one would judge him for being single, he seemed adamant that it would be the exact opposite. and after a few apologies for your laughter at his predicament and a brief negotiation over his payment of getting you your favorite drink from the cafe near your workplace for the next few weeks, it was a done deal.

though you admittedly felt a twinge of anxiety upon entering the venue of chattering adults, dressed in the best semi-formal outfit you had in your closet, you could see that he was the more obviously nervous one between the two of you.

“just relax, rei.” you murmured, slipping your hand in his and giggling at the way his arm tensed, “these are your high school friends! i’m sure they’ll be surprised enough that you managed to find a nice girl like me all by yourself—“ he huffed disapprovingly, earning another small laugh, “—and only ask about your work or something.”

you barely finished your brief attempt at a pep talk when a loud voice came from somewhere by the food table. “is that you, braun?!”

reiner’s jaw shifted, a sign you’d come to learn meant him holding back a wince, turning to see a man with slicked back hair and a broad grin on his face approaching. based on his heavy-lidded gaze, paired with the red solo cup tipping dangerously horizontal in his grasp, you assumed he was quite tipsy already.

“considering how late you are, i wasn’t sure you’d even show,” he chuckled, still having to peer up at reiner despite still being taller than you, “but the more i thought about it, the more i remembered you never were the punctual type anyways.”

“great to see you too, porco..” reiner replied half-heartedly, palm already getting clammy in your grasp.

you glanced momentarily between them, deciding to come to your friend’s rescue by clearing your throat, drawing the teasing attention away from him. “actually, he was late because of me.” you flashed a smile, leaning into reiner’s side. “just wanted to look my best since i knew i was gonna be meeting his old friends.”

“holy shit..” porco muttered after a moment of silence, hazel eyes blowing wide as he stared at you like you’d disappear if he blinked even once, only breaking his gaze to turn over his shoulder and call out, “piecky, c’mere! i think reiner’s actually got a fuckin’ girlfriend!!”

you barely stifled a laugh at reiner’s low sigh of discomfort, pointedly ignoring how the people around glanced at porco’s shout. “did you seriously used to hang around with that guy?”

“no..” he grumbled back, “he hung around the people i hung around with and always gave me shit for no reason.”

“wow, rei, feeling a little feisty tonight, are we?”

he scoffed as you reached up to poke at his cheek, able to see the pink flush that had settled over his sharp features despite the dim lighting, dodging your inquiry while he looked ahead. “he’s coming back.”

putting on the smile you’d practiced so many times right back on, you caught sight of a cheerful dark-haired woman sidling over to your small group. “reiner?! you seriously got even taller? who’s this?”

you both exchanged names, offering a hand for her to shake which she eagerly took, turning to reiner for affirmation of your identity, to which he said, “yeah, she's my.. girlfriend...”

“how long have the two of you been together?”

“a couple months—”

“—almost a year.”

you quickly laughed off the sudden nerves of giving conflicting answers, turning back to reiner’s friends and recovering with, “we’re not super big on keeping track of dates. you know how time flies when you love someone.” you turned up to reiner, lips perking into a doting smile, “right?”

his cheeks flushed an even darker red, a sheepish smile brightening his expression. “right.”

“looks like you’re the only single one, pock.” pieck teased, laughing when the man rolled his eyes and huffed.

“you’re still with zeke?” reiner asked, prompting her to extend her left hand, waggling her fingers to show off the large diamond ring on her finger.

“yep, engaged for two years now!”

“apparently still too good to come to anything she invites him to.” porco grumbled in response.

“i already told you he’s on a business trip,” she frowned, taking his cup from his hand and taking a generous sip from it, “i’m sure he would’ve come if he hadn’t had somewhere else to be.”

“whatever you say..” he sighed, letting her finish his drink despite his apparent annoyance.

thankfully, your small slip up had been ignored, allowing both you and reiner to relax when the two finally turned their attention back to you. the night progressed much less turbulently than you’d previously anticipated, reiner allowing you to handle any questions directed at your relationship, not saying anything when you frequently slipped in little white lies to make everything seem more convincing. it didn’t stray terribly far from the truth, you were entirely honest about the way you’d met and the things that had made you “fall in love with him”.

you took a strange amount of joy in posing as his significant other, just as he gave equally genuine reactions when you wrapped his arm around your shoulder or ate something from his plate of food, flustered and smiling all throughout. for a few brief moments, you almost forgot that he was meant to be pretending too. he’d seemed more than happy to see that you were getting along well with all his old friends.

you learned more about reiner in the hour that you’d been milling around the room with him than you probably ever had in the confines of the job environment that you’d met him in—intrigued to hear that he’d been the captain of the football team, feuded with the neighboring high-school’s while being head over heels for the captain of their cheer team, held the title of champion arm-wrestler for all four years he attended marley—little details that you made you would’ve never known had you never agreed to come. the unintentionally intimidating, humble, easy-to-fluster human resources manager that you’d befriended apparently used to be a total jock, always getting himself into trouble.

and, based on how many times you’d been congratulated on managing to stick by his side for longer than a few months, you could only assume that you hadn’t even scratched the surface of discovering the entirety of reiner’s character.

eventually, your small group of four that’d you started out the night with had reconvened, tipsy from constantly sipping on spiked punch, an excited exclamation from pieck made all of you turn. “look! the photo booth finally opened up!!”

she was already rushing away for the corner of the venue before anyone could say a word, everyone following suit with a laugh as she stuffed a five dollar bill into the pay slot.

“uhh, pieck, i think this thing was only meant for two people.. max.” porco said after drawing open the curtain, earning a frown from her.

“but i want us all to take a picture together!” she slid into the booth despite the observation, turning to you, “c’mon, i’m sure we could all squeeze in if you sat on reiner’s lap.”

you felt your face flush, knowing there was no way to work around her request without raising some kind of suspicion and ruining the act you’d both somehow maintained for the entire night. “sounds like a plan..!”

you could feel how tense reiner was behind you as you got settled on his thighs, hesitating to rest his hands on either side of you while pieck and porco struggled to work the screen before them. you were starting to regret not asking if this was okay with him before agreeing, but you were sure he would’ve found some way out of the situation if he was truly uncomfortable. he only seemed to be preoccupied with the thought of making you uncomfortable, something which made a flicker of affection warm your chest.

“alright! we’ve got four pictures,” pieck announced, “starting... now! and make the first a normal one!”

the first three pictures were the standard photo booth antics—one with all of you smiling normally, one with all of you making the most ridiculous face you could think of in five seconds, and one of all of you arguing over what the third photo should’ve been.

“do something cute for the last one to make up for the messed up one!” pieck demanded through her laughter, pointing urgently at the countdown on the screen, “hurry up an’ kiss or something!!”

you turned back to look at reiner, wide golden eyes gazing down at you, obviously unprepared for the steadily escalating circumstance that was only being intensified by the chanting of “kiss, kiss, kiss!” coming from the woman who’d paid for the photos in the first place. and although you knew you had no obligation to do what she asked just because she had been so kind to you despite only meeting you tonight, or because the timer was winding down towards zero all too quickly, you still found yourself reaching out a hand to settle just under his jaw, heart racing impossibly fast when you realized he was already leaning down to meet you halfway.

his lips were still sweet with whatever juice had been mixed with alcohol, skin warm and blushing from your proximity, the hand that had been resting in your lap wandering to lace your fingers with his. the exchange didn't last nearly long enough, the click of the camera drawing you back to the cramped reality, pieck's cheers through giggles and porco's disgusted scoff for you two to get a room.

"i better be invited to your wedding!" pieck joked, reaching across you to draw open the curtains in a silent sign for you to pry yourself away from reiner.

"likewise." you replied with a smile, almost giddy with excitement as you clambered out of the photo booth.

though reiner's expression just barely passed as casual, his cheeks were burning red, even the tips of his ears flushed as the four of you waiting for the machine to dispense your photos. the function was winding down fast, and as soon as your drawn-out goodbyes were finally finished, you and reiner left, hand-in-hand, much to talk over but neither of you willing to speak until you'd reached the privacy of his car.

you turned to him, smiling in the dim glow on the lights of his dash, laughing softly at his sheepish expression, "i know you said we'd only pretend for a day but.. you think i could request a little extension?"

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devilyn · 3 years

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hiiii congrats on 600!!! you deserve it and more !! 💖 could i request suna with angst prompts 1 and 4? maybe w a fluff ending but totally up to you ✨ congrats again!! excited to see what you write in the future hehe hope you're well! <3

hewwo and thank u for ur kind words and being my first ever request!! 💞 and for telling me i had my anon asks off LMAO omg im still embarrassed i hope you enjoy my first time officially writing suna 🥸

Suna R.

1. "I don't know how to live in a world without you."

4. "No. The moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up."

word count: 843 unbeta'd

Tears dripped down your cheeks as you threw whatever clothing of yours you could find in a duffel bag.

"Babe--"

"Don't call me that," you snapped, shoving another pair of sweats into the bag a bit more aggressively than the last. Suna stood stiffly by the door, the phone you had innocently glanced at earlier sitting loosely in his hands.

"Y/N, just let me explain--"

"No, Rin," you finally turned to look at him, the anger that previously masked your hurt now fully faded away, leaving your pained expression vulnerable to his typically calculating gaze. "The moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up."

The desperation in his usually blank expression tugged at your heart, but you couldn't find it in yourself to want to stay despite that.

Who knew? Six full months, washed down the drain. What a waste of your time.

"I'm going home," you told him weakly, cursing under your breath as your voice cracked. You were grateful that you hadn't packed an excessive amount in your overnight bag. "I'm glad I found out now rather than later, or else I may have actually moved in with you. Imagine how stupid I would've looked then."

Suna felt his heart clench in his chest, and he stood frozen in front of the doorway of his bedroom just as you straightened and pulled the strap of your duffel bag over your shoulder.

Just an hour ago, he had you resting comfortably in his arms so he could make up for lost time--time he had spent training and couldn't spend by your side. He'd only stepped away for a second to get you a glass of water, but when he came back, you had his phone in your shaking hands with tears welling up in your shocked eyes.

Somehow, without even needing to ask, he knew what the text said.

"Y/N, let me explain," he repeated, his tone much more urgent this time. The gears in his brain turned as he tried to think of something--anything--to get you to stay. Yet, the only thing he could think of was the truth.

Your fingers messed with the zipper of your overnight bag, and Suna felt some of the tension in his shoulders fade when he realized you were listening to him, even with tears streaming down your cheeks.

"'When're you going to tell her she was a bet from the beginning?'" you repeated the text he had received from a friend he knew he would no longer be talking to.

"I'm sorry," Suna stated quickly. He struggled between wanting to step forward to embrace you and wipe your tears away, and stay standing by the door to give you your space and also conveniently prevent you from hightailing it out of his apartment.

You laughed bitterly, and he shuddered at the sound.

"Is that all--"

"I did ask you out as a bet," he started, but quickly continued once he saw the way you flinched at his admission. "But a week. A week was all it took for me to fall in love with you."

Your teary eyes widened as your gaze snapped up to meet his own.

Suna wasn't an emotionless boyfriend, but he certainly wasn't normally the emotional one you were witnessing in front of you. You dropped the duffel bag, taking a few steps forward so you could reach up and gently take his face into your palms.

"...you love me?" you asked quietly.

"Since a week into our relationship, I've loved you," he admitted.

He was being uncharacteristically vulnerable, his fingers trembling as they raised to rest over your own. He was terrified of his own feelings--of you leaving him, even after he bore his heart out to you.

Love. Even though you knew you loved him, you never had the courage to tell him. Yet here he was, telling him he had fallen in love with you long ago.

"...I don't know how to live in a world without you, Y/N," he professed, eyes fluttering closed as he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. "So...don't leave me."

You couldn't help but laugh tearfully, heart still thundering wildly in your chest at his confession. "Even now, you won't say please?"

You watched with wet eyes as he smiled weakly.

"If I say please, will you stay?"

You tilted your head up to gently peck his lips, and he released a shaky breath as his hands slid down to wrap his arms loosely around your waist, happy to have you close to him once more.

"I'll stay. But you need to make it up to me," you murmured softly as he finally opened his eyes, leaning forward to brush his lips over your tear-stained cheeks. "Because I love you too."

The corner of his lips twitched up into a genuine, soft smile. One that you knew only you've seen--one that you now realized was full of love.

"...alright. For the rest of my life, then. I'll make it up to you."

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