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hobiwonder · 4 years

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mission impossible | (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, crack.

Warnings: Oral, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slight degradation. dom/sub themes (jungkookie being a good boy and then... not so good lol)

Words: 9k+

Summary: When you find out that your groupmate is whoring it up on tinder instead of handing in his part of the project, you go on a mission to teach him a lesson. And maybe get him to finish his part.

A/N: hello!!!! thankyou all for waiting patiently. or maybe you’ve just forgotten about me lol. it’s been a while since i uploaded anything!!! I hope you enjoy this crack as much as I enjoyed writing fuckboy but still a movable baby!jungkook. please don't forget to tell me ur thoughts. feedback keeps me going :)

If it was something strange, it would happen to you. You were not just saying that because of the hint of narcissism in your personality that made you think that everything was about you. Oh no. You never seem to catch a break these days. And quite honestly, you should’ve expected your dose of absurd to be handed to you soon. It had been a week too long without any fatuous incidents and/or people happening to you. Was this just a y/n thing? Was every girl with your name cursed? Maybe it had something to do with your astrological sign. That always seemed to be the explanation of a lot of your friends who did not want to admit to their faults that would land them in hot water. The usual “oh it’s because i’m insert-star-sign”.

Were you really becoming that girl? Though it was hard to blame yourself for this one. Currently staring at your phone. More specifically, the defined abdominals of your group mate. A group mate who has not shown up to a single meeting. After a whole day of slaving away at your study desk, deleting and rewriting your discussion and evidential analysis to conclude whether or not it was a plausible inference that the movies, Whiplash and Black Swan were excellent cinematic representations of the ‘Obsessed Performer.’

Yeah. That was a mouthful. And you bet your right ass cheek that you were the only one out of yourself and Jungkook who had even watched the said movies. In the group of four, Jungkook and yourself were given the discussion and conclusion to write. The three of you who had been present at the initial group meeting had chosen your parts as was decided in the group chat prior. When all of you had received a text from Jungkook cancelling last minute, you’d snagged the conclusion as well as half of the discussion to write as just the conclusion would be a little too easy. And you had wrongfully assumed that your peer had been in some sort of ‘emergency’ since he always sounded like he was in a hurry to do something incredibly important.

You’d pitied the seemingly sweet looking boy and told him that you’ll work together on the last two sections of the paper. And his bastard self had always been all smile emojis and ‘yes :)’ and just all around misleading. Sounding like he was diligently working on his part by himself and definitely will turn everything into you by Thursday. Thursday was yesterday and you had not received even a single message from Jungkook about where he was in terms of progress on the 1000 words he needed to write. Message after message, you weren’t even being left on read. And in concern you had messaged your group chat that maybe he was facing some real life crisis to be so MIA. Until this.

Until you had picked up your phone about half an hour ago to mindlessly scroll through your instagram feed and then in the last 10 minutes had decided to also go on to tinder just to humour yourself. You were well aware that tinder was a cesspit of weird and unhinged men who would only be a good enough to make a youtube video about or a horror story texted to your best friend. You were speaking from experience. Decent men on tinder was like finding a luxury vintage dress in half good condition at a thrift store.

So when you’d swiped left for the 30th time - you’d finally come across the perfect face of someone very familiar. You’d almost swiped left on reflex before you’d brought the phone almost too close to see why the face looked so recognisable. Even without having actually ever met Jungkook face to face - apart from that first lecture - it was hard to miss that this definitely was him. Your mouth had fallen open, jaw just shy of touching your soft bedsheets. You’d found Jeon Jungkook on tinder. His perfectly coy smile staring right at you, the first few buttons of his black shirt open wide to capture your attention back to his smooth, muscular chest. Hastily dialling Momo’s number, you can barely contain your shock and anger and annoyance. All of it wrapped up in one powerful burst of dialogue that you subject Momo’s ears too.

“Bitch!!!” You can’t help screeching, mind boggled.

“What happened now? Jungkook finally reply to you?”

“No oh my god. I found his tinder. I found his tinder Mo. I found his tinder!” You were screaming again but you couldn’t help it.

You were missing a Jeon Jungkook to rightfully scream at so poor Mom was bearing the brunt of your anger and maniacal laughter because your brain was having a hard time believing your luck.

“Wait, seriously? Did you match him?” Oh wait. Of course. There was still another step.

Wordlessly you swipe right, hard skipping a few beats in anticipation. And when the screen shows that he swiped you right as well and that you could now message him, you’re laughing once more.

“So he did. Wow. What a piece of shit.” She’s also laughing albiet much more like a normal human being.

“I cannot believe this Mo. This fuckhead doesn’t read any of my messages for the last week and I find him matched to me on tinder?”

Just then, your phone vibrates. Telling Mo to hold on, you don’t want to believe that this is actually happening. You had just received a message from Jungkook. It had barely been a whole minute of you matching up with him on this app and he had already messaged you.

Jungkook: What has 36 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk? My zipper.

This must be a bad dream. Were the cameras of Punk going to start showing up form under your bed? Were you being punked? Not only was Jeon Jungkook just the worst partner out of all the group projects you had been in, he was most definitely a fuckboy. Who used terrible pick-up lines. Did he really not recognise you? Granted that your pictures were not the ones you had put up on facebook - it was still quite discernible that this was definitely you.

“Mo, he just sent me a horny pick-up line oh my god. I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Of course he did. I always thought he was a bit of a player. What did he say?”

When you read out the message, both of you are coughing from the laughter. This was too ridiculous and just very much like something that would happen to you. You had a group project due in less than two days and your group mate had turned out to be a bit of a horny bastard that was more concerned with getting his dick wet than messaging you back.

“You need to message him back, y/n. Pour the cold water on him already and tell him how badly he fucked up.”

“No way! I bet you he’s going to never message me back. At least on tinder i’m going to get a reply. Just how the hell do I ask him about the paper that he should’ve emailed me, like, yesterday? Ugh.”

“Just message him back, firstly. Or lose the only communication you just got. Do you know what dorm he’s in?”

“No idea.” Typing your reply and deleting it - much like your assessment that you were working hard on. Unlike him.

You: Hulk always was my favourite Avenger :)

“You did not just say that! Grossssss.” Yeah. Humouring fuckboys was exclusively for post 6 tequila shots Y/n.

Chuckling at your own response, you’re trying to keep your cool while trying to keep Jungkook’s attention so he doesn’t stop messaging you.

“Mo, wait. I just had an idea.”

“Please, y/n, violence is not the answer.”

“I won’t hurt him you knob. Okay talk to you later!” Not a lot anyway.

“I’m telling the police I don’t know you if they come around tomorrow! Bye!”

Making a face at your phone for good measure - you go ahead with your plan. There was no way you were letting Jeon Jungkook get away that easily. You’d been working so hard this semester. Harder than you have ever tried and you would not let his sloppy self to bring down your grade on an assessment that was worth 40% of your grade. Nearly half. Neither did the people in your group deserved it.

“Just you wait, Jeon. I’m going to kick your horny ass.”

Jungkook: let my Hulk destroy any traces of bad fucks you’ve had.

Your eyes are almost bulging out of your head at his brashness. Did he really just ask you to fuck? This is the second thing he has said to you and it’s him asking to fuck you. You can’t believe how much of a textbook fuckboy he was. When you haven’t responded for a few minutes, you get another message form him.

Jungkook: if that was too forward ^-^

Jungkook: then what i said was a lie lol.

Jungkook: I'm probably the best fuck you’ll ever have.

You cannot believe your eyes. With each message, Jungkook is either confusing you or making you shake your head at how exactly like all the other boys on tinder he is. This was hands down, the longest conversation you have had with Jungkook directly. In the group chat he generally adressed everyone, shooting haphazard apologies right before meetings. Saying he would not be able to make it. It had frustrated you to no end as the date for submission got closer and closer. And to see him reply quicker than you, on tinder no less, was beyond infuriating.

You: Well then. Prove it.

You: Where do you live?

You doubted that Jungkook would be reluctant to give you his address. That’s just not something you see happening. Maybe he preferred to go to the girl’s place? That wouldn’t matter to you either. Though convincing him to bring his laptop with him would be a challenge but you were fine to let him work on your own. There was no way you were letting him go without coughing up his part.

Jungkook: you sure?

You: wanna fuck. Hurry up.

Jungkook: you’re so sexy :)

You were going to literally lose it. Not sure why you were biting the inside of your cheek so hard to stop yourself from laughing at his messages. Jungkook was the epitome of a snapchat fuckboy. It was much more hilarious than you anticipated. You were expecting to be feeling the singular emotion of sheer hostility. But you were having too much fun with this. Especially when you weren’t going to actually fuck him but seeing how eager and self-assured he was, this was all the more pleasant.

Jungkook texts you his address and you let him know that you’ll be there in around 20 minutes. He lived surprisingly close. Though him staying in an all male rich residential college was definitely not a surprise. Only kids with a lot of disposable income and no worries of being evicted avoided doing any actual school work. The rest of you were not privy to such luxury. The more you thought about it the more you knew how gratifying it will be to show up at Jeon Jungkook’s door with a pile of notes and your laptop. He was in for a treat.

Dressing in that one little black dress you had was only part of the plan. An attempt to fool him one last time before you handed him the checklist of what he had to do. You shrug on a large jean jacket that fell below your bottom to conceal your provocative dress, grab your bag after stuffing all the necessities and then set out the door. Dialling Momo’s number, you let her know where you will be incase anything happens. You could never be too careful.

“Yo, I’m going to Cornell college. Jungkook apparently lives there so I’m going to meet him.”

“Are you serious? He told you his address?!”

“Sure did.”

“I pray for his soul.”

“He made me suffer far longer! Whose side are you on, traitor?!”

“Yours but knowing you, he’s in for a LOT. Okay stay safe.”

“Yeah yeah. He needs to be safe not me.”

“Yeah that was what I was saying. Anywhore. have fun.”

“Bye.”

The closer you get to the college, you are starting to hear loud music. Was this even allowed on colleges? Were there not any volume restrictions given what time it was and the fact that it was managed by onsite staff? Arriving on the level Jungkook told you his room was, 4th, the music is even more noticeable. The sign pointing to the common room was where most of the bass was coming from and you guess maybe there is a function going on. Though the closer you walk, you realise that this was not just any event. This was a party. The cracks in the door gave away to the activities happening inside the large hall. Deciding not to wait any longer, you text Jungkook again. Being as serious as you can be to get him to meet you outside instead of carrying your backpack with you inside.

You: I’m here to fuck, not party.

Jungkook: it’s a good party tho. We can slowly take it back to my room ;)

You: I’ll find someone else.

You hope he takes your bluff.

Jungkook: love it when you order me around baby.

Jungkook: don’t forget who’s in charge. Me.

You can’t help but roll your eyes, still smirking at your phone. No matter what your initial intentions were, you had to admit that playing with Jungkook was fun. He was unacceptably attractive and looked like the type of guy you would reduce to tears. But none of that tonight. You had to stay focused. You’re about to type another message to speed him up but he beats you to it.

Jungkook: room is unlocked. go in. i’ll be there in a minute.

Letting out a whoosh of air you’d been holding, you head down the hall, further away from the heavy bass and the party music. Somewhat hesitantly, you open the door to the room number he gave you. Nothing out of the ordinary. His room wasn’t messy. It was tidy. No sign of books. Just a bunch of sketches and film negatives strewn about on his study desk. Shamelessly, you snoop around, trying to find any evidence that he studies at all. So far, you’d only found an industry grade recording mic, two different types of cameras and some more unused camera reel.

Getting out your notes and the checklist you were going to hand to Jungkook, you get everything ready for when Jungkook arrives. You were not going to let him get away with this. Just another minute later, you can hear the footsteps getting closer. And for a moment, so does your heartbeat. You were quite confident in yourself but there was always a chance that Jungkook was more than a harmless oversexed college boy. All of the very rational fears are thrown out the window, however, as soon as the black mop of hair comes into view. Jungkook was incredibly handsome. Even moreso than his pictures. His hair was longer than the last time you saw him months ago. The long strands of inky black hair fell endearingly in his face, just to the middle of his eyes, parted right in the middle and curling slightly. He wore a long sleeved shirt with hip-hugging jeans that almost made you drool visibly. The saliva was positively pooling in your mouth but you swallowed it quickly to avoid embarrassment.

Now, you were angry. You really were. You needed this assessment finished so you could start on other projects and without Jungkook finishing up his part, there was no way you would have finished yours on time. But you would be a bold faced liar if you didn’t admit that you were oh so tempted to abandon your vendetta and not ride him like a bronco. You could tell that unfortunately, unlike other men who strutted about with empty words - Jungkook would be the best you would have in a while.

And when he smiles, it’s not any easier.

“Hey you.”

“Hi.” Desperately trying to keep your voice even, you smile coyly.

Jungkook locks the door, running a hand through his hair before he stalks towards you. Confident as ever. You bite your lip, baiting him even further before you strike. Just when he gets close enough to you, you hold out an arm to keep him from touching you.

“God, you’re even more sexy in person.”

“Uh-uh, be patient.” He’s blissfully unaware, just smirking in return as he watches your hands roam his chest before going up to his face. Taking a step closer to him, you rake your nails up his neck, leaving little white lines from the scratches.

“Close your eyes, Jungkook.” Jungkook, ever the obedient boy, closes them quickly. Awaiting your next move.

You can’t help yourself when he looks like this. Completely immersed in the feel of your hands. He was a good few inches taller than you but your platformed sneakers made it easier for you to teach him a lesson. His dark eyelashes kissing the tops of his cheeks, face so relaxed you would think he’s sleeping. You deserved to play a little at least, right? Leaning forward, you stop with the internal rationalising and just make the move.

Your lips meet his in a fiery kiss. His stoic figure melting as soon as your lips lock, hands grabbing at your waist while his tongue grazes your bottom lip. Jungkook is moaning in the kiss like he’s taking his first gulp of water after roaming the desserts. Momentarily, you forget your purpose for even being here in the first place. Wrapping your hands in his tempting long tresses and pulling, making even more sweeter noises to spill past his lips. He’s panting and restless. Moving his body against yours like he’ll die without it. Moving him backwards, you push him agains his swivelling study chair that was conveniently faced the right way.

His hands are all over you as soon as he’s down on the chair with your legs straddling his thighs on either side. All you can feel are his lips and his tongue and his hands. All over you, sliding your jacket off your shoulders to travel his kisses down another path. The desperate intake of oxygen is enough to bring your head back in the game, barely. With Jungkook nipping away at the now exposed skin of your shoulders and neck, it’s hard for you to stay focused. Especially when the hard tent in those sinfully tight jeans is now pushing against your softest part. He’s impossibly hard and you’re impossibly soft down there. It’s a lethal combination because neither of you can live without the other being pressed against each other. When you push down on him he pushes his hips up with even more ferocity, moaning louder with every illicit rub of the thickness between his thighs.

You’re addicted to the feeling and not sure how you’ll centre yourself enough to do what you actually came to do. God was really making you eat your words, huh? You were so close to ripping all his clothes off and fucking his brains out. You bet he’ll make the prettiest sounds when you ride him. His whimpers and moans just from gyrating up against you were enough of an indication. Sliding your hands back up in his hair, you yank it back from your neck to see his sweaty, glistening face looking up at you. He looked slightly inebriated. You had tasted the traces of vodka in his kiss but you had a feeling that a lot of his current state had to do with you and not the liquor.

“Jungkook?” He shamelessly rut his hips against yours, not fully hearing you, lost in his own lusty haze.

“Yeah?” Your lips close around the soft cartilage of his earlobe, tugging and flicking with your tongue, illiciting more salacious noises out of him.

“How’s the assignment coming along?” It takes him a few seconds to respond but the urgency with which he was pawing at you has slowed to a halt like a broken down car.

“Huh?” Pulling back completely, you stare him right in his twinkly eyes that look like a deer caught in the headlights.

“The paper you’re writing on modern cinema?”

“How... how do you know about that?” You smile at him sweetly. Before you flick him across his forehead.

“Ow! What the hell?”

“I should be saying that you harlot!”

“Harlot? really? You were all over me just now. You are all over me!” You’re surprised he knows the meaning of the medieval insult.

“Don’t try and weasel out of this! I’ve been waiting for your finished part since yesterday!”

“Wait... you’re y/n, y/n?”

“Took you long enough.”

“With your tongue down my throat? I wonder why.” You cannot believe you are arguing with a boy whilst still in his lap with his hands holding on to your waist.

Jungkook is trying his hardest to deflect and make you seem like the desperate one when he had been the one to want to fuck you from the get go. Getting off his lap, you fix your dress, tugging it down a little since the assault from Jungkook had almost bared your ass. Jungkook is still sitting in his study chair, dumbfounded.

“Finish your part of the discussion Jungkook. I have to write the conclusion and submit the paper.”

He is still staring. And now your eyes are travelling down to his thighs. Particularly the large bulge a little further up. A very substantial bulge that makes your mouth water once more.

“Jungkook!”

“Sorry, what? I just had a dream that a crazy girl tried to get me to do my homework right before we were going to fuck.”

“Listen here you little shit,” You grab Jungkook’s chin, gently despite his theatrical reactions, tilting it up to look you in the eyes. His reactions are so comical you almost laugh. “I’ve worked too hard for you to just give me piss poor, last minute effort. I’m here until you finish it.”

“You cannot be serious.” Letting go of his chin, you step back, folding your arms against your chest for good measure. Raising an eyebrow for him to challenge you.

“You expect me to write a thousand something words with this,” He points between his legs, you roll your eyes, “still here? No way.”

“I don’t remember giving you a choice, pretty boy.”

“You think I’m pretty?” So pretty. But he didn’t need to know that. You swivel his chair around back to face his desk.

“Less talk and more work!”

“Y/n, you can’t- can’t make me!” He’s throwing his hands around like a child and it’s a little too cute for an annoying boy like him who’s put you through so much anxiety. Sitting on his bed, swinging your legs as your eyes look around at the paintings, you let him huff and puff.

“Oh yeah? Guess I’ll have to call the cops because of the weed you have.”

His nose scrunches up adorably. “I don’t have any weed.”

“But I do. Who will they believe?” His eyes widen once more as he realises what you’re saying.

“Are you seriously blackmailing me?” You nod, smiling brightly. Jungkook turns back around, head in his hands as he mutters to himself how his tinder hookups are always crazy.

“Hey! I wouldn’t be here if you did your work! or replied to any of my messages.”

“Um, I was going too? I was busy.”

“Taking vodka shots? Yeah I could tell.” The mention of the kiss is bringing a rosy flush to Jungkook’s cheeks. Such an uncharacteristic reaction for a guy with his looks and his confidence.

He was that much more appealing to you because of how he contradicted his own personality. You knew he was one of those boys who acted all tough but secretly wanted to be bossed around. Told to do this and that. Made uncomfortable and maybe slightly humiliated. They lived to please. And the way Jungkook had melted into your body almost as if asking for guidance earlier, you knew he was exactly like that. He may not even know it yet but you could have him in the palm of your hands in a matter of minutes.

“What do I get in return?” He’s still grunting his disapproval, but looking through the notes you put on his desk anyway.

“A good grade and a life longer than 22?”

“You’re crazy.”

“All the more reason for you to be quiet and work!” He pouts at you before quietly looking through the notes and logging into his laptop.

When you’re satisfied he’s actually working, you lay down on his bed, making yourself comfortable knowing that it will take him at least an hour to finish his part. You had practically handed him all the points, he just had to write his own opinion and synthesise the evidence you had collected. The part of discussion required each student in the group’s own thoughts and thus you couldn’t just make them up on Jungkook’s behalf. Nor did you want to. You were done doing two people’s work back in your freshman year. These were advanced level classes and you weren’t going to ruin your grade because of one person.

Thirty minutes later, you’re almost about to doze off when you see Jungkook getting up from his chair in your periphery. Sitting up in a flash - though a little dizzy - you point an accusatory finger at Jungkook. Said boy has stopped mid-standing up.

“Don’t you dare Jeon! Get back in that chair and finish your work.”

“Jesus.” He’s holding his head in his hands once more before he starts whining again. “Y/n, please. Can’t I just do this tomorrow and send it to you then?”

You think about it. You do. “And have you go off the face of the planet again? No way.”

“Please.” He drags out the syllables, pouting and blinking up at you and it almost works.

“No. Not a chance. Just finish it ASAP and I’ll edit it. But finish writing it. The sooner you’re done the quicker I’ll be out of your hair.”

He glares at you. And not the scary, tough man glare that might make you slightly nervous and fidgety that you’re getting on his nerves. It’s a glare a kid gives you when you tell them no more TV or no more xbox. It’s the most adorable thing you’ve seen Jungkook do tonight. Or maybe you’re just sleep deprived. Either way, you wanted to kiss the hell out of him. But you turn your head away, faux annoyance ebbed into your features as you wait for him to start writing again.

It works for another half hour, Jungkook now actually typing more than he’s complaining. It was only a thousand words that he had to write but there was a lot of information that needed to be condensed in those thousand words which meant he was typing and then deleting, repeating the process again and again until he looked to be halfway through. You were impressed at how much he was getting done. Maybe it was your watchful gaze that was making him perform at his peak. You were now just hoping that whatever he wrote was actually plausible and not just rubbish to get you out of his room.

“I can’t believe you’re making me work with a boner. You could’ve at least gotten me off.” His pout his still there as he types casually.

“Stop being a brat and keep working.”

“Yeah? You’re going to make me write lines? ‘I am a brat’.” He chuckles to himself like he’s burnt you to a crisp with that one comment.

Taking your hand off of your face, you sit up. You watch the way his biceps bulge under his shirt as he types away at his laptop, legs splayed wide under his desk as he supported a semi. It was still a sizeable dent but nowhere near as daunting looking as before. But none of that diminishes your desire for him. You watch him talk to himself quietly as he types, but now stuck somewhere as he types and deletes and then types a sentence again.

You’re not sure what sets it off. Maybe it’s your frustration or that you think he owes you something more than just this. Maybe it’s the way he’s sitting? There are a lot of reasons you can use to justify your serious and formidable attraction to him. But you cannot deny that it was him from the get go. Just him in all his submissive glory that made you attracted to him. And that attraction was now getting the best of you. Maybe it was time to torture him in another way.

“No. I’ll do something much more to your liking.”

His head turns back around fast, fingers halting at his keyboard while he inspects the drunken look in your eyes. Slowly, you spread your legs, hands bracing yourself as they clutch the sheets on either side of you. Your heart is racing at the look in his own eyes. Primal and needy.

“Get on your knees Jungkook.” His chest is rising and falling much quicker than yours. Like he’s holding himself back.

You patiently wait for him to listen to your instructions, watching him. Never breaking eye contact. You know it’s new to him. It’s too obvious for you to deny it. But you relish the look of surprise every time you say something he doesn’t expect. Slowly, get’s up from his chair. Never taking a step further as he drops to his knees, crawling forwards until he’s right infant of you. The room is not that big at all so it doesn’t take him long. Now, his wide, doe eyes look at you. Inquisitive and aroused and it turns you on even more. He’s all man with hard ridges and bulging muscles but the way he’s looking at you right now makes you feel like at the centre of his world.

“Are... are you going to- to make me eat your pussy?” the explicit question sends your nerve endings on fire.

You’re a second away from grabbing his hair and shoving him right between your legs but the way his soft mouth says the dirty words - it makes you feel a very different kind of way. Now it’s you who can’t stop staring at him. Thinking about what else he has up his sleeves. You expected him to be vocal but never this. He is bold and shy all at the same time.

“Would you like that, Jungkook?” His eyes drop between your legs again, watching the way your panties cling to your increasingly wet folds.

Jungkook is moving between your legs more, eagerly nodding so the strands of his fringe rustle up and down in his face. His arms are going under your thighs, gropping them for good measure before he looks up at you with those eyes again.

“Please.” He’s almost whispering, longing lacing his every word. “Please, y/n. Please let me taste you. ‘wanna taste you.”

His words have turned into pleas and the pleas turn into kisses alongside your inner thighs and then any place Jungkook can get his lips and tongue on. Everything else is forgotten. It’s just you laying on his bed while Jungkook tries to get a taste of you anyway he can. His lips travel up to your covered mound, never daring to move the piece of fabric holding him back from his destination. Opting to only kiss over it, lick his way up your clit through the thin cotton that’s now moulding to your swollen folds.

“Do- do you deserve it, Jungkook? For putting me through so much h-headache? Oh.” Your moans accompany almost every word. Fingers laced into Jungkook’s luscious hair as he continues his hurried tasting of your arousal.

His response is mumbled between your legs. You watch his veiny hands repeatedly grab at the flesh of your thighs. Kneading it desperately like he’s trying to distract himself from doing something else entirely. A yelp leaves his mouth at your tug on his hair. Pale skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He looks like an addict when he is looking at you like you’re giving him his fix and God, you want to kiss his swollen lips.

“Answer me, brat. Do you deserve anything from me?”

“N-No.”

“Right. Yet you’re still begging to taste me like the needy little slut you are. Hm?”

Jungkook is whimpering, his lids fluttering. He doesn’t expect the smack across his face, a little too hard for what you had originally aimed for. The surprise is evident and for a moment you’re worried he’s going to be upset. Instead, his breathing is picking up even further.

“Answer me when I speak to you.”

“Y-Yes... Noona.” The breath is almost sucked out of you at his timid tone. And it only makes you want to push him further.

“Good boy.” His eyes are lighting up at the praise like hundreds of little galaxies called them home.

Sliding down towards the edge of the bed, you let your legs hang off, letting your toes touch the floor. Jungkook is still on his knees, watching you manoeuvre yourself around his bed before you reach for the hem of your dress. Watching his every facial expression as you strip. He looks up at you wide-eyed, taking in your soaked underwear and the thin black bra where your nipples pointed right at him. You can see his hands twitch by his side. You’d pushed them off you when you’d changed your position and were surprised at how calm and obedient Jungkook was being. Contrast to how much of an argumentative brat he was. But you had a sneaking feeling that he liked it when you called him that.

You were trying to remain calm yourself. Not give too much away on the dilemma you held inside your head. Thinking if you should take this any further. Though it was a little too late now, you guess. You were practically naked, wetter than ever before as Jungkook watched you with his wide doe eyes. Hunger evident with every flit of his gaze. You would feel cruel if you stopped at this point. So you let the rational part of your brain take a backseat and letting the consequences of tonight berate you in the morning after. Sliding your palms down your stomach, straight inside your soaked panties, you stroke yourself ever so slowly. Holding his heated gaze with cloudy eyes.

“Noona...” It sends another jolt of arousal throughout your already overheated body. He’s biting his plump bottom lip, sliding his hand up and down carelessly on to his erection that had grown considerably in the past fifteen minutes. Jungkook looks like the embodiment of desperation and it makes you rub yourself a little faster. Every time your fingers come in contact with your sensitised clit, you bite the urge to buck your hips brazenly.

“Yeah, baby? You want to see?” You hold out your wet fingers to him and in a flash, you feel his warm mouth around your digits. He moans loudly like he’s been relieved after years of drought.

“M-More. Please, Noona. I’ll do anything please, please.” Now that didn’t take long. Chuckling at his agonised face, you throw your head back, enjoying the relief your own fingers brought.

But you were torturing yourself too at this point. You wanted to replace your small fingers with Jungkook’s bigger and more vascular hands. You remember the view of his body from the glorified hookup app. Knew what he was hiding under the baggy shirt. The sweet whimpers and ‘please’ sounds coming from him were a delicacy on their own.

“Take my panties off then. With your mouth. Don’t use your hands... or else.” Your tone is stern enough to give you that satisfying flash going through his eyes.

In seconds, he’s leaning forward on his hands and knees, eyes never leaving yours as he bites the cotton on your hips, dragging it down. The act itself is a little clumsy. In his haste, Jungkook is taking twice as long should he use his hands. But something about his complete compliance, his willingness to be accepted by you and his utter devotion to pleasing you is the ultimately your undoing. This may be a power trip but you were thoroughly getting ruined during it.

At last, the cotton has reached your ankles. Quickly, you shrug off your dress as well, completely naked. He’s placed small kisses in greetings before he takes them off completely. Out of breath and out of his mind. The glazed look has taken a permanent vacation in his eyes and you were getting high on it. Jungkook was a communicator. If it wasn’t his mouth relaying the naughty words to you then his eyes were holding yours hostage, smouldering.

Bracing your hands behind yourself and never breaking away from his eyes, your ankles part. Jungkook’s eyes are automatically falling on the mess between your legs but he doesn’t dare move. Awaiting your instructions. Jerking your chin towards his general direction, you silently bring his attention back to his overly dressed self.

“Lose the pants.” His hands make fast work of his jeans. Falling back on to the ground to push them off.

“Uh-uh. Keep them on.” His eyes widen at your command to keep the underwear on. You weren’t about to just let him have it.

Not yet.

“Noona...” The high pitched noise of protest only makes your nostrils flare. You wanted to live out your every dirty fantasy with him if he sounded this sweet with just watching. The desire was making your head spin and your palms sweat.

“Yeah?”

“Please... I’ll do anything.” His eyes twinkle in the dim light as he kneels infant of you.

“I’ll eat you out for hours, let you sit on me face until I can’t breathe. Let you ride my tongue until you can’t cum anymore. Just please... fuck me.” The last two words leave him in such agony that for a second it truly sounds like he’s in pain.

Which is ridiculous given the ted talk he just gave on the Perfect Words To Say to Ruin Y/N and Her Panties. You’re the one currently in pain from clenching your jaw so tight. Resolve like a skinny rubber band about to snap. Dirty talk was the chink in your armour. And by the way Jungkook’s face lit up and his words became a lot more sure and confident, you knew that he was weaponising his skill to control you fully. And you needed to put him in his place before you gave up your pride and rode him until you ran out of stamina or died from your body overheating. Whichever happened first.

“Get up.”

“Fuck yes-“ Jungkook’s blubbering about how you’re the hottest person he’s ever seen and that he knows he can blow your mind while you push him back on the bed and straddle his meaty thighs. When he begins to push down your panties, you push his hands off and rest them on his sides.

“Keep them there or you won’t be coming. Understood?”

His curls bounce around his face as he nods, chest heaving when he looks at your hips move over the biggest bulge you’ve felt under you. You would’ve thought that he’d stuffed his underwear with socks if you couldn’t feel the burning heat his cock was pressing in to you, even through his boxers. Each roll of your hips pressed him to your every crevice like two puzzle pieces fitting in to complete the picture.

“Oh fuck-... You feel so good noona. I-I’m going to cum if you keep going.” He’s resorted to use his hands at his sides to push him upwards, pressing himself with every gyrate of your hips downward on him.

“Yeah? you’re gunna cum from just this? Is noona making you feel really good?”

Jungkook is lost in soaking up every sensation like a drunkard. Gaze not leaving where your hips met. Furrowing his eyebrows in deep concentration as he thrust his hips up, rocking you off balance slightly. Your hands slide into his sweaty curls, pulling them hard enough to yank his beautiful face up and close to your own.

“Answer me what I ask you a question.” And he whines. Or moans. Nevertheless it’s a lethal mixture of the two and you’re about to kiss him senseless.

“Yes. I-I feel really good. Noona is- oh fuck- g-gunna make me cum.”

“And are you going to?” He looks up at you nervously, trying to speaking amidst every roll of your flaming core onto his dick. It was getting harder and harder for you to speak as well.

“N-No?”

“Good. Because only good boys get to cum. Not needy sluts like you.”

Now Jungkook whimpers like a wounded animal. Because you’ve upped the ante. Holding onto his shoulders while you grind down on his throbbing cock just the right angle so your clit is receiving the mind-numbingly pleasurable stimulation. You were going to cum any minute and it looked as if he was too.

“F-Fuck. I’m going to cum Jungkook. Your cock feels so good.”

“Noona please. Please s-stop. I-I’m going to cum-“

“That’s not my fucking problem. If you want me to fuck you then you better not. Understood?”

He looks utterly panicked. Torn between letting himself go to the unbelievable pleasure of this act alone and wanting to hold back and obey your every command. Jungkook’s lip is bitten red, chest heaving and eyes watering as he watches the erotic sight of your brazen bouncing on his lap. You’re putting on a show just to make it that much more difficult for him to hold back. But he somehow does. Watching your face contort with pleasure as your head is thrown back. Your moans are loud and lewd. Designed just to rile him up to the point of breaking.

“Oh god. I’m- I’m gunna cum baby.” With a shout, you’re riding out wave after wave of the liquid pleasure running through your veins like molten gold.

It takes a solid minute for your eyes to focus on a singular object. Or a person. More specifically, an incredibly handsome, glistening, starry eyed, muscular, put-micheal-angelo’s-david-to-shame, strikingly adorable man. Jungkook looked on the verge of losing his sanity. Yet, he didn’t stop watching you collect yourself, flicking the stray strands over your shoulder before you pressed your mouth to his.

You brought your mouth to his and kissed him hungrily. When your lips met, you heard him make a tiny sound. His body went rigid, and he wasn’t reciprocating. You think it might have been down to shock, though, because when your tongue slid past the seam of his lips, he opened them willingly and trembled against you.

Your fingers dug into his thighs, and he pulls you closer. You were on fire, felt like you were melting into him. Never before had a single kiss gotten you so worked up. She tasted like chocolate and strawberries. Jungkook rocked forward, and then you felt his tongue move expertly against yours. Of its own accord, a groan emanated from deep in your chest. When he brought his hands to your neck and massaged your throat, you whimper. He was hard as a rock and you finally wanted to reward him for holding out this long.

He’s chasing your lips when you break away, sliding his kisses down your neck as if breaking the contact will be fatal for him. “You did so good baby. Such a good boy.”

The praise seems to rejuvenate his body. Not that he needed to. He was bursting at the seems with testosterone. The longer he went on without a release, the more unhinged Jungkook seemed. The incongruence of his raw masculinity with his alarmingly meek behaviour towards you was something you didn’t understand but it affected you the most. He surprised you with every move and you wanted nothing more than to own him completely.

Jungkook makes a noise in his throat at the praise, sliding his hands down to caress the globes of your ass. “I’ve been a good boy. Now fuck me.”

His words are steady, deliberate and to the point. Scratch everything you said about Jungkook being meek. They send shudders down your spine where his hands reside. This was a man who looked on the verge of tearing something apart. And judging from the current situation, he was going to be tearing you apart. You’d let him, gladly. But being the cocktease you are- you push him even more.

“And if I don’t, little boy? Gunna beg?” A heartbeat later, you’re the one on the soft mattress and it’s Jungkook that’s hovering over you.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Then I’ll fuck you noona.”

You’re not too mad because you’re wetter than before and the change in his demeanour has you besides yourself with the need to feel him inside. Jungkook’s teeth are tugging on your hardened nipples. Circling them with his tongue before sucking the puffy buds tenderly. The pressure of his suction is so delicious that you might just cum from this.

“God! Jungkook, b-baby please. Fuck your noona.” He grins around a nipple, hands sliding inside your soaked core.

“I don’t know. Maybe I should make you wait like you made me. Hm?”

“Don’t be a brat. I’ll stuff your mouth next time with a sock Jeon J- oh fuck!”

He’d slid down your body, his kissing every inch. Your stomach, your hip bones, your thighs.

“I’d rather it be your pussy.” He whispered, bringing his mouth to your wetness, and then licked.

“Ahhh,” you cried out, clutching a handful of his hair. Jungkook chuckled and went at you in earnest. You were so soft and silky beneath his tongue. He met your gaze from below and came up for air. Jungkook watched you for a second before dipping his wet mouth lower again. The noises of your arousal pornographic. He saw you fist the sheets in your hands, your hips rising up off the bed when he sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. He added some fingers to the equation, savoring the hot, tight feel of you.

“Please,” you murmured. “More.”

So he gave you more. He gave you everything. Before he knew it, you were touching your breasts, pinching your nipples as he devoured you, and you swear you could have come from the sight of Jungkook between your legs alone. he was simply glorious. Your voice was starting to get hoarse. Getting close to the edge before Jungkook ripped his mouth away.

“No! Jungkook, please.” You’re frustrated and angry and horny that he would do that. Even if you did the same thing to him.

He was testing you once again but the raw need in his eyes told you that you were testing him too.

“I’ll fuck you now noona. Nice and good. You want this cock right?” He’s holding his straining erection heavily, sliding down his boxers to discard them besides his bed.

You moan out your answer, opening your legs wide in invitation.

“Just fuck me before I change my mind.”

“Yeah?” His tone is mocking. His eyes twinkling with a cheeky grin on his face. You almost get up to kiss him because he looked so fucking adorable and hot and sexy at the same time.

Thankfully - or not? - he’s pulling you to the edge of the bed and in seconds, he has pulled you close to his chest. He circles the engorged head of him in your slit before pushing in to the hilt in one thrust. The sheer girth of him has you yelping, needing to adjust to the length of him as well. But Jungkook doesn’t allow you the courtesy of that.

His legs are spread in a powerful stance as his hands grip your legs from behind the knees. And then he’s thrusting. He’s fucking into you so deep, you can feel him in your throat. You must look like a fish at this very moment with your mouth opening and closing without any real sound. He feels hot and thick, like molten lava in your veins. you’re finally finding your voice when angles his hips slightly to the left - biting a spot that has you blinking up at the ceiling full of stars.

“Jungkook! Oh god. Oh f-fuck. You’re so good baby. S-So good.”

“Yeah? You like how deep I am in your pussy? Answer me noona.” He’s quickening his pace, snapping his hips punishingly making you release a guttural scream.

“I love it. So much.”

You watch the sweat drip off his forehead, the dimples in his cheek now very prominent as his tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth. He’s a sight you want to imprint on the back of your eyelids. You can see his lose his resolve, the creases in his forehead slowly deepening as the pleasure becomes too much for him.

“God you feel so wet and tight n-noona. You look so hot when you cum. I w-wanna make you squirt.”

Your eyes bulge out of your head at his admissions. It seems like he’s lost all his filter, chasing the mind numbing pleasure he felt earlier. His words are bringing you even closer to the edge and your throat now begs for relief when you let out another yell as he pushes you up the bed while still fully seated inside you.

“I’m gunna cum noona. I j-just need to... to- I don’t. I don’t wanna h-hurt you-“ His sweet face is contorted with worry, still thrusting steadily. You finally understand his point after a few seconds. Taking you twice as long to comprehend anything with the plethora of feelings your body was feeling right now.

Cupping his face, you told yours upwards to place a small kiss on his wet lips. “It’s okay baby. You won’t break me. Just let go.”

Jungkook’s eyes are glassy and he stares in yours for a moment too long because your heart is doing summersaults, heading straight for your mouth. Too much emotion crammed into his big eyes and you just wanted to strangely hug him close to your chest. This day has been strange enough - so you do. You Pull Jungkook close to you. His face tucks itself in the crevice of your neck, whining and moaning. His breath tickles and sends shivers down your spine. And then he circles his hips against yours.

From the hard and deep fucking, Jungkook circles his hips into yours. Slowly at first, his pelvis rubbing against your clit in just the right way before he speeds up. His hands find their way down your back again, pushing your hips up into his own, making your centres feel everything. You can feel him in every fold of your core and it’s all too much.

“Oh god.” Your hands scratching down his back, head tilted back, legs closing around his waist tightly.

“That’s it noona. Cum for me. Please, please. ‘Wanna feel you around my cock. ‘Wanna feel y-your cunt devour me. Cum.”

You scream so loud that you can hear a ringing in your ears. Vision flashing white as the indescribable pleasure starts in the pit of your stomach and coarse through your limbs all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes. It’s all consuming and breathtaking. Unexpected.

“I-I can’t hold it anymore. Can I-“ You’re unable to speak.

Still reeling from your orgasm, twitching from the sensitivity, but you nod anyway. You wanted Jungkook to let go inside of you. Wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave you. He was incredibly ethereal atop you. You wanted to see him come undone. And Jungkook was too far gone to think twice before hitching one of your legs up, the other arm grabbing the headboard as he thrust up inside you once again.

“Fuck, yes. God, you’re so good you’re so good. I could fuck you forever noona.”

His eyes are watering, tucking his face back into your neck again before he pistons his hips against yours rhythmically. The only sounds in the room being the tacky noise of skin slapping against skin, the obscene squelch from the steady arousal leaking between you both. You’re so delirious from the mix of pleasure and the deliciously addicting pain. AT some point, you’ve stopped screaming and only whimpers leave past your lips, legs falling lax around Jungkook and hands fisting the sheets.

“Cum Jungkook. P-Please baby. Cum for n-noona.”

“‘gunna cum. Am I good noona? your good boy?”

“You’re the best Jungkookie. Cum for your noona.”

“Fuck! Y/n, f-fuck.” He’s shouting something you can’t properly hear because of the ringing in your ears from your own release. Filling you with his hot release. The intense pressure that had been building between you has snapped the frail rubber band in your stomach again. And seems like Jungkook’s had too.

Moments pass, both of you trying to suck in air like it’s the last supply available. Then, Jungkook’s flushed face appears in front of yours with his signature cheeky smirk. He’s glowing.

“You squirted.”

“Shut up!” Your ears must be the shade of a tomato now as you swat his back for the comment. He lays besides you, cuddling up to your side with his leg laying on top of yours. Clinging to you like a koala and it’s too damn adorable. Damn it.

“It was hot. You’re amazing.” Your heart flutters a little too violently at that and you have to suck in another breathe, pulling the sheets off of him and completely bundling them on you.

“Hey!”

“Hm? You’re going to finish that assessment.” You grin innocently at him and try your hardest to not start howling with laughter when you can see his face fall almost in slow motion.

“Are you serious?” You just sent him a kiss before settling in his bed for maybe a 12 hour nap. Just a tiny nap.

“Noona!”

“I’ll give you head when you’re done. Be a good boy.”

With the most adorable pout you’ve ever seen on a grown man, you watch Jungkook pull up his boxers, stomping away to his study desk.

“Wake me up when you’re done Jungkookie.” Your sweet tone does little to get the pout off his face but he does smile the whole time he’s typing.

Of course, not that he let you see that

a/n: liked it? hated it? let me know!!

#bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #hope u like it!!!

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sadclearance · 3 years

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could u do male reader's been friends with todoroki from mha for since ua (they're newly pros now) and tells him ily and is like ik ur not good with that stuff tho so it's no big! i don't expect an ily back! and todoroki's like :O and doesn't say it back but later when reader's hurt during a mission todoroki's like oh dang i do love u but it's too late cuz he died

pairing: shoto todoroki x male!reader

summary: todoroki says "i love you" back eventually. it just happens to be too late.

category: angst

warning(s): death

word count: 1649

key:

s/t - skin tone

italicized - text

he's not sure how he got to this exact moment.

if you had told him at the beginning of his high school years that not even just a year after graduating, he'd be running around a deserted parking lot with the cold breeze of the night air nipping at the skin that wasn't covered by his pajamas--which happen to be from a two-years-old matching christmas set with the person he's trying to catch--todoroki would've looked at you as if you were a lunatic.

never in his wildest dreams could he ever imagine this.

but he thinks this is part of what being friends is, and back then, he never would've dreamt of having one of those either.

he doesn't notice the warm breath right next to his ear until a steady voices says, loud and clear, "i love you."

he turns his head so fast his face almost smacks into y/n's, and y/n laughs out visible puffs in the crisp air.

todoroki doesn't even speak. he just stares with wide eyes, not knowing what to do.

this is all just too new to him, and this came out of absolutely nowhere.

"glad that got your attention," y/n smiles when the silence continues. "you were so lost in your thoughts you just stopped moving. i was starting to think you didn't want your phone back."

todoroki now remembers the reason why he was chasing his best friend of four years around an empty parking lot at this ungodly hour, where half of his body was uncomfortably cold.

he does want his phone back, but he doesn't go back to running.

"was that why you said that?" todoroki eventually asks. was it only for the surprise factor? because if so, he's both relieved and disappointed--two things that he recognizes as contradictory and doesn't understand. well, todoroki's never been too good at understanding feelings, so that's not really news.

"nope," y/n answers without skipping a beat, and if todoroki didn't know better, he'd think y/n wasn't nervous at all. the s/t fingers playing with the edge of todoroki's phone case lets him know otherwise. "don't take it too seriously, though. i get it."

get what?

that answer doesn't make todoroki happy at all. now his brain's just muddled and confused, and he can barely process his surroundings. what's he supposed to make of that interaction? don't take it too seriously? he gets it?

when y/n's ran a lap or two without todoroki making a move to get his phone back, he lies down on the floor.

todoroki settles on "you're going to get dirty" because he wants to get back to the present. his head hurts, and thinking isn't getting him anywhere right now.

"come look at the stars with me," y/n reaches his hand up toward the skies, and he looks ridiculous, but todoroki complies because he wants to enjoy the time they have together for as long as he can. they won't have time to see each other for a while, being busy growing heroes and all.

"is this considered stargazing?"

"we're gazing at the stars, so yeah, i'd say so," y/n jokes.

and now todoroki's out of things to say that aren't questions about y/n's confession.

y/n turns his head to look at todoroki, and todoroki instinctively does the same.

"you're taking that thing i told you not to take seriously seriously, aren't you?"

"i'm having trouble understanding everything you've said in the past few minutes," todoroki admits, turning his head back to face the stars again.

"okay, well, i love you," y/n says.

"you've said that, but--"

"but i don't want you to take it seriously because i get it."

"again, you've said that in almost those exact words." todoroki feels like a frustrated child who's getting cranky over a math problem he doesn't know how to solve.

"i love you in the way that i want to kiss you and go on dates with you and maybe do more stuff," y/n's face reddens at his own words, but his voice is firm.

todoroki's eyes go back to y/n's, and he opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

"i know you don't see me that way, and it's all good. i didn't expect anything in return. i just wanted to say it."

"i... i wish i could give you a response, but... you already know that..." todoroki struggles with his words. were these the right ones to say? which are supposed to come out next?

"that you're not good with people stuff. yeah, i remember the first year of me trying to court you into this friendship," y/n laughs.

todoroki wants to laugh while reminiscing the memories too, but he doesn't feel like doing so, especially with how he's pretty sure he just rejected his best friend.

"i told you, no expectations here. just wanted to get that off my chest." y/n rises from the floor and todoroki's eyes follow. "c'mon, we should get going. it's cold, and our schedules are packed for the week. we can't afford to be getting sick."

"yes, it is late," todoroki nods and gets up as well.

the car beeps to signal that the doors are open, and todoroki's about to get into the driver's seat when he sees y/n walking off somewhere else.

"y/n?" todoroki calls out.

"i'm gonna take the bus," y/n answers before todoroki even asks.

"they aren't running at this hour."

"my place is close. i'm gonna walk."

"but--"

"text me if your schedule clears at all!" y/n waves without turning around to face todoroki.

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it's been a week, and todoroki still feels the pressure of having to give a proper response.

y/n said it was fine, but even someone with as little experience with these types of things as todoroki recognizes that it's not kind.

i haven't thought about--

i've never kissed anyone--

human relationships--familial, romantic, platonic, and otherwise are all things that are new to me--

no matter what he types, he feels like the words are all wrong. what's in his drafts are all things that y/n already knows. that's why he said he "gets it".

but todoroki's still so frustrated. he wants to respond properly. he feels like it's only right.

but holy shit is it hard to come up with anything at all.

before he can come up with another poorly worded apology, excuse--whatever it is that he's trying to say--he gets a notification.

assistance required in x prefecture. requesting all available heroes.

todoroki, being the good hero he is, rushes to the sight as soon as possible.

he recognizes the name of the location, but he brushes it off as past experience. after all, within the past year, due to his rising popularity, he's had a lot of opportunities to work in different places.

"what's the situation?" todoroki asks one of the heroes that's trying to stabilize the building that the villain appeared to be in.

"one guy with a geokinesis quirk. he's alone, but his quirk's pretty strong. took out the whole village one town over. we don't know his goal, but the whole building's stone, and we don't want to take any chances."

"is there any way you would like me to help?"

"i'd say ice the whole building, but this guy's got quick reflexes. try going in discretely and trap him in ice when he's caught in surprise."

todoroki nods and is about to enter the building when

"also, try not to ice the other hero in there. i think his name's y/--"

the building crumbles at an incredible speed, and he barely has time to throw both himself and the other hero out of the way.

once the other man is stable, todoroki goes to assess the damage. the rocks are still tumbling down, but they're slower now.

they feel a lot faster when todoroki catches a glimpse of an all too familiar hero costume.

"y/n!" todoroki shouts as he loses the ability to think rationally. he runs with his heart in his throat and a terrible tense feeling that starts to overwhelm his entire body, trying to reach y/n before the large boulder does.

ice spreads from his feet and meets with the chunk of stone before it can fall on y/n's head.

"i'm going to get you out of here," todoroki promises when he makes it to y/n. he calls for help while looking over the pieces of the building on top of y/n's body.

"todoroki," y/n coughs weakly, and todoroki notices a pool of red slowly start to grow on the concrete below them.

"don't talk." todoroki's voice sounds so weak and helpless, and he hates it.

y/n just smiles, but the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth keep it from spreading warmth and happiness within todoroki like it usually does.

todoroki's already seen lots of tragedy in his one year of hero work, but he's never felt so panicked in his entire life.

he tries to shift a rock, but it only makes y/n groan.

"help!" todoroki yells again, but everyone's too preoccupied with catching the villain and tending to their own serious injuries to come and rescue y/n.

"shhh, todoroki," y/n says weakly.

"don't talk!" todoroki yells this time. it's still helpless, but it's loud, and y/n starts to laugh to the best of his ability.

"hard when... when you're just so funny. that's why... i..."

"don't close your eyes." todoroki feels like his heart's stopped.

"i..." y/n's eyes droop.

"look at me!" todoroki shouts with wild eyes.

and so he does. y/n looks at him with tired eyes, but todoroki can tell that he's straining himself to do so.

"i love you," todoroki's eyes feel heavy and his nose burns. "please... i love you, too..."

but it's too late.

the open eyes are quick to lose their life, and y/n's skin loses its color.

"i love you."

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a/n;

deadass i was listening to my discover weekly on spotify and when i was writing the last few sentences i love you by wavves came on

i didn't know what to title it so i just left it

i hope it was satisfactory anon!

#todoroki shōto #shouto todoroki #x male reader #todoroki shoto x male reader #male reader insert #bnha x male reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mlm

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my-robot-heart · 3 years

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Hi, Robot!

Your fics helped me a lot while I've been struggling with post-8x22 depression (which has been worse than any reaction I've ever had to the end of any other show I watched), so I was very excited when I saw that prompt list that you've reblogged, knowing that something fantastic was going to come out of it. And I was right: the prompts-inspired ficlets you've written today have been an absolute joy to read for me, especially the one I requested and the ones melbob and Pumpkin did)

(Besides, I found out that I absolutely adore drunk Red, whether he's hilariously boisterous or quietly pensive, and would actually like to see more of that side of him)

I'd like to end this ask with another prompt of mine – or, rather, an idea that came to me while I reread the list – but don't feel obliged to write it if you don't have enough time/inspiration.

The prompt I'm talking about is "i didn’t mean the things i said."

And the idea is that during one of her angry episodes Liz had thrown a lot of hurtful words and accusations at Red, blamed him for everything bad that's ever happened in her life – you know, the usual stuff – etc. and Red took it all silently, without a single complaint or attempt to defend himself. Later, once she's cooled down and became capable of thinking straight again, Liz felt guilty for lashing out at Red like that (because, rationally, she understands that not all of the hell her life has been through is because of him) and came to his safe-house to apologize and reassure him that what she told him while she was angry is not how she feels about him – hence the prompt phrase above – but the problem is that Red thinks that she was right, to a certain extent, that he is to blame for most part of the pain and the loss she's experienced and that he would understand her if she hated him and didn't want him to meddle with her life any more than he's already did. To think of it, perhaps, after Liz stormed off Red decided that it would really be better for her if he kept his distance – even though it would probably kill him – so by the time Liz arrives to apologize Red is already packed up and ready to go, to leave her – well, to leave her side, because he would make sure she was alive and well and safe even from a distance – forever and it’s up to Liz to convince him that she actually wants just the opposite?

Oops... That got pretty long... But I've just pictured it all so clearly in my head the words poured out themselves.

Omg Di 😂😂👏👏 are you... sure you didn't already write this yourself like this is beautiful????

Haha. I read it a few times and it just got me right in the feels. How about a tiny ficlet that comes right at the end of what you've described, because I feel like you already put in the backstory and it's just perfect.

Ps this gif has nothing to do with the fic but it's a fave and let's just agree with Red for a sec that yes, shipping IS his bizness. Lol.

Liz arrived at the safe house, breathless and not quite knowing what she would say. All she knew is that she needed to apologize before- what? She didn't want to think too hard about what. She carefully typed in the combination Red had made her memorize for just such an occasion and- the door didn't open.

She wiped her sweaty palms on her pants and tried again. Still nothing. Okay she had one more chance to try and then the door and then it would alert Red that someone was trying to break in.

She typed in the numbers slowly. It didn't work. Shit.

She was just trying to decide if she should grab her phone or her gun when the door opened from the inside. Red was standing there, holding his gun.

"Lizzie- what?!" He hurriedly replaced the gun in his holster and typed a code into the lock. Then he ushered her inside.

"Sorry Red, the code wasn't working and I-" her eyes came to rest on a large piece of luggage. She looked from that to him. He-- he was... leaving?

"Yes I know the code wasn't working. I changed it before I left." He sounded tired.

"L-left? Red where were you going? And why didn't you-"

His face fell and she remembered why she'd come. What she'd said. And how she'd stormed off, declaring that she would have been happier if she'd never met his meddling, catastrophe bringing self. I wish I'd never met you. Those had been her exact words. Oh god. Oh no. But- he had to have known, hadn't he? He must have understood that this was just something she said when she was upset, but it wasn't how she actually felt. Oh god, he didn't know. He thought she meant it. And now he was-

"Oh no. Red, I- can we sit down?" She sounded desperate, even to herself. He saw this, and after hesitating he gestured to her to take a seat on one of the chairs. He sat on another.

"It's fine, Lizzie-" he began, and his voice was full of resignation. "There's no need to explain."

"Yes there is. There is a need to explain," she protested, trying to calm down and speak clearly.

"Elizabeth," he said then, and the use of her full name brought with it a sense of finality that scared her. "It's okay. You were right. About everything. I'm... a danger in your life. I never should have tried to have such an active part in it. I should have - I will be better able to keep you safe... from a distance. Dembe has the jet ready to leave this morning. Cooper had already been notified. He'll be able to reach me by phone, if needed. But otherwise- I will leave your life just as quickly as I entered it. And I promise, I swear, that you won't have to worry about my meddling or putting you in danger, because that's- well it's the last thing I ever wanted."

She watched as he tried to keep his expression neutral, but she saw the flash of pain in his eyes before he hid it, and her heart nearly broke.

"But that's- it's not what I want," she said softly. "I came here to apologize. And to- tell you something. Will you let me do that?"

He glanced at the time, before inclining his head for her to continue.

"First of all," she began slowly, "I don't- hate you. And when I said I wished I'd never met you, well- that wasn't true either. I know it's hard for you to believe, especially when I've said some... horrible things. But- I was just angry, Red. I was frustrated and scared and... I took it out on you. But the truth is..."

Here she swallowed nervously, wishing she'd had something to drink or hold, to distract her from.how her fingers appeared to be trembling. She clasped her hands together to try to stop it.

"The truth is," she said slightly more confidently, "You are the most infuriating, conceited, pretentious, annoyingly almost always right, beautiful, incredible, amazing man I have ever met. And the thought of you leaving because I didn't have the courage to tell you how I felt about you, how I've always felt about you, makes me want to-to- do this," and she got up from her seat and joined him on his, without thinking too much or too long, and kissed him.

She kissed him for a long time. At first, she felt him freeze beneath her, and she worried she might have gravely misjudged the situation. He'd been ready to leave, she remembered with worry. Maybe he didn't want her to-

But then. Then he responded. She felt his hands come up to the sides of her face, fingers lacing through the hair at the back of her head. She felt him relax and give in to what was happening, his mouth letting her in and responding in kind.

And she knew. She knew that she'd been right. About everything.

After a long moment she pulled away slightly, momentarily distracted by the patterns he was gently tracing along her spine. She let out a small sigh, and he stopped, regarding her carefully.

"Maybe-" she began, hesitantly, and he placed a kiss along her hairline.

"Yes, Lizzie?" He breathed.

"Maybe you should text Dembe and let him know you won't be needing the jet today."

He smiled.

#lizzington #lizzington fanfic #prompt #ace of spaders #my friend #this was a beautiful idea #i hope i did it justice #your backstory was incredible #💛

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bisexual-horror-fan · 3 years

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M!Reader or GenderUnspecifiedWithBigDick!Reader Request: Can't remember how this would be happening, but Tiffany fucking some hot young & hung neighbor boy (is 18+, don't worry!) while Chucky watches on from the closet or somewhere.

Ooof! Well this took longer than I meant it to but here it finally is! Hope this is up to standard and that you like it! Also this is my first full Tiffany thing so that was a lot of fun too of course! Along with that this was my first time doing a male perspective and hope it reads okay, not much else to say but thanks for asking this and let’s get into it.

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Rating. Explicit. Length 2.1K. Tiffany Ray Valentine X AMAB! Big Dick Reader. Warnings. Cheating. Blow job. Riding. Vaginal Sex. Cunnilingus. Knifeplay. Ropeplay. Voyurism. Cucking. Complex Feelings.

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I Probably Shouldn’t.

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She never meant for it to happen.

Really she was happy with Chucky and was usually so loyal, there were so many reasons it was a terrible idea but she was only human after all. Typically she was so busy, always had things to do, but casually, slowly, she started to notice you.

The first day she was just grabbing the mail, standing at the end of the driveway, flipping through letters and bills, humming to herself softly. It was a nice day, early summer, she slowly started to come up the driveway, still preoccupied with the mail in her manicured hands. Movement off to the side caught her peripheral vision and she looked proper, turning her head to see you.

And you.

You were-

Distracting.

Very distracting. No one should look that good mowing a lawn. And yet you did. You noticed her looking at you and so you gave a casual wave and a smile. A small smile of her own as she waved back, and she may have lingered a bit too long, eyes raking over you as she slowly made her way back inside, still looking at you long after you had stopped looking at her.

There was nothing wrong with looking.

Right?

That was your rationalization too. She was so fucking hot, you couldn’t help yourself, I mean you knew she was married but again there was nothing wrong with just looking. As long as it just stays that, looking.

And that is all it was on your side and hers for a while.

You liked her looking and she liked you looking too. It took her a bit to catch on to the game you were playing with her. You got a handle on her schedule and it isn’t like you were purposefully trying to tempt her, it just so happened that when she went out to water the flowers in the backyard, you were in your own backyard, shirt conventionally forgotten.

She caught on to what you were doing of course and decided to fire back. You took notice right away. You weren’t sure if it was on purpose at first when you caught her changing in front of the window, curtains blatantly open. Purple lace against her creamy skin looked fucking insanely good, she looked soft and you couldn’t help the thoughts that began to plague you when she was around.

She was a woman who went after what she wanted. And so she made the first move. Playing the part of the good neighbor. You had been working outside when she called to you. Leaning over the shared fence, tray in hand as she beckoned you over and you went over easily, trying not to rush so you didn’t look over eager. Polite as ever when you addressed her,

“Good afternoon Mrs.Valentine.”

A laugh from her before she was playfully drawing out saying your name and then corrected you, lightly chastising you,

“I told you to call me Tiffany.”

You felt a little weird about that, didn’t want to be too informal, I mean you were already playing with fire, she was a married woman and while her husband didn’t seem to get the most imposing figure, there was something in how he acted that you saw on occasion that made you think you wouldn’t wanna cross him.

With how she was looking at you though you felt that you should give in and so you did. Breaking under her gaze as you responded,

“Right-sorry Tiffany.”

She gave a small hum showing her approval and adjusted, standing up straighter as she held the tray out,

“Looks like you were working hard out here so I thought you might like some lemonade and cookies.”

Well shit wasn’t she just the sweetest? It was a hot summer day and here she was, playing perfect little housewife, that husband of hers was a lucky man. You wondered why she was wasting her time with you though? Those looks she was giving you, this game of back and forth you were playing, was she not happy with him? Did he ignore her? Is that why she was seeking you out? Craving not YOUR attention in particular but just ANY attention?

That was fine by you.

It didn’t really matter because right now she did want your attention and you would be an idiot to pass up such an opportunity

“Oh you really didn’t have to do this-”

“No, no, I insist, it’s my pleasure.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at her mouth as she said that, the way the word ‘pleasure’ slipped from between her lips got to you and made your mind wander to other things related to that particular word.

“Go ahead.”

She offered and you remembered yourself and picked up one of the chocolate chip cookies and your hand closed around the glass, the condensation feeling icy in comparison to the hot day outside. They were delicious, of course they were, there was not way they wouldn’t be, you couldn’t help the small moan you let out,

“Oh my God Tiffany-”

She leaned closer, you could smell her perfume and fuck it was nice, she was smiling as she spoke low, just to you,

“Do you like my cookies?”

She was flirting with you. Blatantly. And you returned it readily, so on it went.

What really sealed the deal was that summer storm. It was raining hard, a terribly thunderstorm. Tiffany had gone to the grocery store with the intention of trying to get it done before the storm hit, she had missed the window. You had looked out the window and saw her pull up into her driveway. You watched her, sitting in her car, debating what to do. You saw your chance and so you took it, front door opened and you gave a wave to get her attention. She noticed you and you gestured her to roll down the window, she did so and you called out to her,

“Need a hand?”

She was very grateful.

Even with you helping and doing most of it you both still got wet. The rain was so heavy from the storm that you both got fairly drenched. You were going to do it all yourself but she insisted on helping still. So here you were, it was dark in the kitchen, both dripping and she was thanking you profusely for your help.

She insisted you stay, even though you were right next door, she offered to help with your clothes and well she was just so nice and hospitable you certainly couldn’t say no, it would be rude.

That was how it happened.

You in the bathroom, getting changed, stripping out of your soaked clothing and her coming in sooner than you were ready for and fucking hell. You looked damn good. She apologized for barging in but she didn’t leave, eyes roaming over your damp body and you certainly didn’t shy away. Hard to say who moved closer to who first, but what was really important was that was the first time you two had hooked up. You could not get over how good it was, how good she was, I mean you had been staring, looking her over for so long, but actually getting to touch her? My God.

Her body was incredible, so soft just like you knew she would be and she was so confident. Taking the lead easily, she was a woman who knew what she wanted after all, So when she finally removed the last bit of your clothing, underwear pulled down, finding you achingly hard, she was very fucking impressed. On her knees in front of you, your underwear pulled down your thighs and her mouth pressed to the head of your cock, hand wrapped around the base as she said, “Don’t tell me you have been hiding this from me the whole time.”

And when those lips finally wrapped around you and set to work swallowing your ample length you fucking moaned her name. To say Tiffany Ray Valentine is good at sucking dick is frankly an understatement, she knew just how to handle you and you had been so caught up, sitting on the edge of the tub, eyes were closed that you didn’t notice her get up, and soon she as straddling your lap and positioned herself just right. There was this moment, a shared gasp between you and her as she slid down, filling herself up, tight, wet heat wrapped around you. All bets were off then. Your arms around her waist, pulling her up before slamming her back down and how she threw her head back with a moan, fuck, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to stay away.

So you didn’t.

You certainly weren’t trying to get caught but you probably weren’t being as subtle as you should have been. You started being really helpful around her house, or that was the excuse anyway. You coming over to help fix the sink turned into you having her spread on the kitchen table using your own mouth on her, she was great at directing you and you took that direction, doing everything she wanted to the letter and of course loving every little reaction. You hands on her hips as you tasted her and she tasted amazing, but that was one of the best words to describe her. Just amazing from head to toe, how could you become anything but obsessed with her?

There were many more hookups, varying locations in her house, many a different activity, she had started introducing kink into the time you two shared and you had to admit there was something about having a knife to your throat that made you cum unreasonably hard. She would tell you that she could swear that you would fill her up extra whenever she did that to you. Also you ended up learning to adore the times she would felx her knot tying skills when she pulled the rope out, not like you needed much convincing on that one.

Now that brings us up to today. One of the few places you didn’t hook up often was her bedroom, not because she didn’t want to but because you felt a little weird about it, I mean she was married, it was the bed she shared with her husband, last thing you wanted to do was mess up their bed and get caught because of that. She would love to tease you over it,

“You are so bad at lying.”

Talking about how much harder you felt when she stroked you with the hand that had her wedding ring on. And sure maybe she had a point, maybe you did really like it and get off on it but there wasn’t anything wrong with not admitting that. She had insisted you come grocery shopping with her, she wanted to bake you something and so of course you went. Little did the two of you know that her husband who was supposed to be gone all day had come home while you were out. The baking got heated, you two of you soon found yourself upstairs and in that same bed you had shown previous reluctance to being in.

He was going to fucking kill you.

He had been in the walk in closet when you both came stumbling in, you had already gotten Tiffany half undressed on the way, it was you both falling back onto the bed and her laughing that got his attention. He knew that particular laugh all too well. He was a bit too stunned with what was going on in front of him to do anything at first but soon he found himself actually watching. It shouldn’t be this fucking hot, really he should be pissed, he was but he was also suprisingly into it. The emotions were hard to process in the moment, anger and arousal in equal measure as he watched you sink inside of his wife and how she moaned your name in response, legs wrapping around your hips. You and she had not a care in the world, blissfully unaware and lost in the pleasure soaked moment with one and other

That same thought kept repeating, even after he had pulled himself out and begun to get off to the two of you. He was going to kill you, he couldn’t let you get away with this, no way but Christ the way she writhed under her as you fucked into her, your mouth on her neck, it was such a hot image.

And okay maybe the orgasm he had from witnessing this, spilling thick ropes of cum over his own hand and the carpeted floor of the closet, was one of the best he had in recent memory. So maybe he wouldn’t take you out right away, maybe he would try to watch this a little bit more, and maybe, just fucking maybe, he wouldn’t think to hard about what that said about him.

#Here we are!#Sorry for the break!#BHF asks #BHF writing #Tiffany Ray Valentine #Charles Lee Ray #Thirst #slasher fucker stuff #Chucky?#More like Cucky amiright?!#Terrible joke I will nto apologize #zhellas #Thanks again for asking this!

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frenchibi · 3 years

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Hi! Okay so obviously this isn’t an ask or a request but basically I just wanted to let you know I’m a fan. I saw that you were upset with how little feedback you were getting so I was looking for a way to contact you. I don't have an ao3 account so I can’t comment anything, and I can’t get one yet because I’m still 15 (the limit is 13 but the TOS were complicated and I didn’t wanna risk anything). In any case, your writing is AMAZING. I love it sm I’m obsessed. You’re so talented <3

Oh, hello!!

This is such a sweet message, thank you for sending it! I’m very happy that you enjoy my writing - but also, this message made me realize I have something to say, so I hope you’ll forgive me for hijacking it a little to make a slightly different point.

You probably read one of my older fics before sending this message - I had a habit of complaining in the notes about the amount of comments I got. Or maybe you saw that one post that I wrote a few years ago, specifically about the Haikyuu fandom and about being angry...? It goes around from time to time and has never really stopped getting notes.

I still feel, generally, that fic writers deserve more responses and interaction for the effort they put in, but my stance on how to go about saying this has changed somewhat since I last talked about this. Looking back at some of the author’s notes for my fics and that post I wrote, they feel very... whiny and entitled, to be honest.

Yes, fic writers invest a lot of time and effort into the works they create, and the fact that they share them for free is amazing, so I feel like “expecting” the people who enjoy their writing to at least let them know that they do is... more or less justified, and a writer being disappointed and frustrated when engagement with their writing is rather low is understandable (especially on tumblr, a place that is notoriously difficult for writers). However, I don’t like the kind of... culture of pressure that has resulted from this (and that my post helped enforce), and the way it “guilts” people into commenting.

We’re all part of fandom because we want to be here, right? We enjoy the same media and we want to talk about it, want to exchange headcanons and story ideas and concepts and fanart. And we want to engage with the stuff other people create - at least that’s how I, personally, feel about it. So when I see something someone made that strikes a chord with me, I WANT to let them know, and so it feels natural to me to like, reblog, leave kudos and comment. And because that’s how I feel, that’s how I expect other people to feel, too. So when I get very little response to something I post, it disappoints me - was my newest fic not up to my usual standard? Are the people who follow me not interested in this fandom anymore? And so on.

I can acknowledge that not everyone interacts with fandom in the same way I do, though. When I wrote that post about being angry - I was, well, angry. A lot of my frustration had piled up and I wrote that post as an outlet, and the people who responded in the notes (overwhelmingly other writers who said things to the effect of “thank you for voicing what we were all thinking”) validated this anger.

I’m... not good at being angry. It doesn’t last very long. In the end, my love for writing and for fandom in general outweighed my anger - and so I’m still here, and I’m probably not going to stop creating fanworks any time soon. I have also expanded to other fandoms (other than Haikyuu) and that has helped me immensely - I needed to get away from the box I put myself in. That doesn’t mean I don’t like Haikyuu anymore! It just means that writing only in one fandom no longer brought me the joy that it used to (and maybe a lack of responses contributed to this, but it wasn’t the only reason. This was a decision that I made for me, and no amount of comments from readers would have changed my mind).

I’m still writing, and all the fics I wrote are still up. I still read and respond to every comment, and every time someone new stumbles upon my ao3 or my tumblr writing tag and starts reading my works - I see you, I appreciate you, I am so happy that you’re here and that you’re enjoying my writing. And if you choose to “only” like five posts in a row without reblogging a single one - well, that just means you missed the chance to have a conversation with me, I guess. But I’m not mad - you do you, and have the fandom experience that works best for you. We’re all friends here, as far as I’m concerned!

All this to say, anon - you have absolutely no obligation to go to such extreme lengths to let a writer know that you like their work. What you said about not having an ao3 account - you ABSOLUTELY don’t have to sign up for one just to leave comments because writers are asking for them. Also, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, you’re 15 and it’s not your job to make a 20+ year old writer feel better about themselves. It was incredibly kind of you to send this message, but it did surprise me a little bit - I tend to always assume (as one does) that the people I interact with are around the same age as I am - but I’m glad that it surprised me, because it reminded me that what I post is seen by everyone who follows me, not just my immediate peers. When I posted about being angry, it was directed and people “like me”, in similar situations, in similar age groups, and I didn’t even stop to think who else might read my post. Which is incredibly irresponsible, actually.

I am aware many people in fandom spaces are minors and I say this for you especially: You don’t owe anyone ANYTHING, least of all should you feel obligated to go out of your way to contact writers who feel “neglected” by their readers to make them feel better. Their emotional state is not your responsibility. I’m grateful for your very sweet message, but I’m also sorry that you felt you had to send it. It is not your job to make sure I feel appreciated. It’s on ME to find a way to interact with fandom spaces that works for me. That’s no one’s responsibility but my own, and it was not fair of me to make a post that basically demanded more interaction “or else I’ll stop posting”. It was years ago, and I don’t feel that way anymore, but I can’t stop people from still reblogging it.

Yes, every single comment or ask or reblog matters and makes me happy - but I hate that I made you feel like you had to reach out to me and tell me that my work is appreciated when you weren’t otherwise going to do so (and that you considered making an ao3 account just for this purpose! No!! Don’t do that!! You’re RIGHT, the TOS are complicated and you shouldn’t sign up for anything without thinking it through properly!).

Tl;dr: Thank you, anon. I’m fine, and even if I wasn’t, it would not be on you to change that. You’re a very sweet person, and I apologize for using your ask to go off on this tangent, but I felt it was important to say.

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agl03 · 4 years

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You really don't know me, and to be frank, the assumption you can write a long meta to disprove the opinion i'm perfectly entitled to seems very arrogant. I don't make money from my fansite. It actually costs me a lot to run. My only goal has ever been to spread the love. But people just come there and steal from it all the time. Now they're talking shit about me for some reason. So can I say thank you to both you and your anon for reminding me that I really shouldn't bother. (2/2)

If you meant me. I said i'm (I hope you don’t mind I redacted your name because you don’t need anyone going after you more). I run a fan site for Iain and I was made aware I was being talked about on here. Whilst I appreciate you can't help what you're asked, I did not 'blast' season 7 and i'm perfectly capable of understanding the situation. Frankly, i've spent months seeing other people spread misinformation about it. Nor was I determined to be unhappy about season 7 but I do think the writing hate been weak. The villains are weak and that Elizabeth has been sidelined....

...but to be honest, I really don't need a reply of any sorts from you. I'm sure you're a nice person that meant no harm but I actually feel like total shit. I don't understand why i'm being made out to be some kind of hater or something by your anon, who evidently is quite happy to take advantage of my site as long as I fall in line. And I was shocked to see that you replied the way you did, which seemed to me very superior. This is why i've stayed out of this fandom. Toxic.

Hi,

I know you said I didn’t need to respond but I really feel like I do. I don’t like being called, arrogant, superior, entitled, and that I spread toxicity.

First and foremost. I apologize if my response to the ask upset you. I also apologize that it was first thing in the morning, I was being lazy, and didn’t go looking for your write up to read myself. I usually do. I didn’t this time and the response I gave was a pretty standard one I’ve had to do over the years.

If you don’t follow me on here you will have no idea how many Iain and his absence related asks I have had to field since last August. We are talking hundreds and I had to ask that I stop being sent them as it was a situation I had no control over and was upsetting everyone. That is likely also why my response came off as harsher than it should have. Because I am tired of dealing with the drama around his absence.

I also am someone who has had their material stolen and used by other sites without credit and I know that is an awful feeling. I’ve had my theories and metas taken by two entertainment sites this season alone that I am aware of and have zero recourse for it. And it is frustrating.

I also understand the amount of time you must put into it. Again, I run an odd blog here and dedicate a lot of hours to it and the fandom, just as you do. And like you I never intend to spread negativity or toxicity.

You are absolutely entitled to your opinion of this season. I am very big on that and that my word is far from final in the fandom. Its a very fine line to walk when I get these asks in especially when I am asked to weigh in on someone else’s theory or opinion. I know my words carry weight.

But at the same time I am entitled to my own opinion on the season and how its played out. Plus we still have the finale to go. Just because we see it differently doesn’t mean one of us is right and one of us is wrong. Though we do agree on some things, again if you go through the black hole that is my blog, you will see that I agree that the villains didn’t get the time they needed to be built up properly. I have publicly said that they spent about one episode too long time traveling that should have been used to really solidify Nathaniel and SIBYL better as the baddies. I wish we’d gotten James reprising his dad’s role longer! And I am vocal the Jemma has been doing a lot of “Back at the Zephyr” Stuff. But at the same time she’s had some amazing episodes she was incredible in 9 and directed it.

I have found in my years here that out of all the call that Iain is a very hot button character. Iain and Fitz are important to a lot of people as you clearly understand running a fan site dedicated to him. Every season I’ve had some sort of FItz is going to Die panic and upset asks about how long it was taking for him to return and the secrecy around his role in the Season. In which there was nothing we could do about this situation or his availability. I’ve held firm that the wait will indeed be worth it and I stick to that fiercely. The writers will have made the most of every second they had him and I’m excited that the Fitzsimmons arc is playing out as the finale does.

I can not change how others are reacting to your take of the season. I personally know when I throw a theory or meta out into the wilds of the internet that I can get blow back for it and need to be aware that if its an “unpopular” opinion others are going to let me know it. I’ve always told my followers its okay to disagree with me I just ask that any debate be respectful. So to my followers I hope you take this attitude with other fans as well.

So again, I apologize if my response upset you and we can agree to disagree on how we feel about the season.

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totally-monsterous-au · 5 years

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The Villains Ball

There was a rush of gasps and frightened yells as a large shadow blocked the light of the full moon. The gust of wind that accompanied its swoop downwards mussed the hair of several villains and nearly knocked others off their feet. A multitude of yellow eyes opened and gave off a soft glow. Then the shadow’s vast wings folded in with a WOOSH and it bared its toxic green fangs.

“OKAY LET ME DOWN NOW!” The villains, who had been so captivated by the new arrival were startled from their reverie by this voice. There was a heavy sigh from the shadowy creature as it stepped forward into the light. There, it was obvious that a pair or shiny arms were wrapped around its neck.

Eldritch leaned forward until his sharp claws scraped the ground so that Dr. Gyro could get down from his perch between the monster’s shoulder blades. The other’s gathered, waiting to get into the ball, watched this spectacle with mild curiosity. Most knew the creature Eldritch- he was a powerful villain and a feared adversary- but this smaller man with metal arms and a bag over his head was new. The doctor stumbled and fell forward before Eldritch caught him with a hand around his waist.

“Please Doctor, I have a reputation,” Eldritch grumbled into Gyro’s ear. Then he straightened back to his full intimidating height. At this point the villain’s had returned their attention to the entrance to Camille and Ventus’s mansion, but a few kept darting wary eyes towards the odd pair.

Dr. Gyro was trying to keep his breathing steady. At his sides he was involuntarily flexing his fingers with the nervous feeling settling into his chest. He was really here wasn’t he? Really at this ball with Eldritch, dressed up in suit and bow-tie, and hoping he wasn’t going to sweat through his mask. His eyes flickered across the architecture to avoid the crowd of people in front of him.

It was almost insane to see villains making such bold moves with their homes; having a place that stands out in the city usually meant being a target for heroes to come smash you're door in. But if any of the rumors Gyro had heard about Ventus and Camille were true they were probably safe.

Marble snakes curled around pillars leading up to the roof. The neatly trimmed hedges around the walkways were laced with orange fairy lights. The line into the mansion was short enough that Gyro could see through the double doors to a beautiful red carpet leading into a pale yellow dance floor. Soft orchestral music floated out into the night air as the doctor took a deep breath.

“Go on,” Eldritch whispered and gave Gyro a small nudge to his middle back. He was sliding his invitation into a box near the door as his employee entered the hall. Now it was Eldritch’s turn to shake his nerves. He closed his many eyes and cracked his knuckles.

“So, sir, how are-” Gyro began to speak before a loud “schlorping” sound occurred just behind him.

The doctor raised an eyebrow and turned around to see what his boss was up to.

The gasp that was punched out of his body nearly made him forget he needed to breath.

Eldritch was standing there with a smirk on his face, yet it wasn’t Eldritch. He was stunning, radiant, more handsome than anyone Gyro had laid eyes on. Now it wasn’t that Eldritch wasn’t a beautiful creature when he was in his usually form, it was just... this was new. Eldritch hadn’t been in this form in front of the doctor ever.

He was still towering above the other, his eyes on his hat calmly reading the doctor’s face. The red and gold coat he wore had been a shift he had been perfecting for the past few days. It didn’t show, but he swallowed nervously as he grinned and reached out a hand to lay on Gyro’s shoulder. “Come, lets go and greet out hosts. “

They stepped out into the main chamber side by side. A set of curved staircases led up onto a landing where two figures stood looking out over the ball.

“ELDRITTCHHHH!!!!” The screech of a feminene voice cut violently through the lovely music. There was a great clatter of heels on the stairs as one of the two figures came rushing down. Camille barreled into the Eldritch at full speed, and he was never more grateful that he could take that kind of force easily.

“You made it!” Eldritch smiled and was about to respond when a second voice cut in,

“Unlike last time.” Ventus had taken their time joining them, the long train on their suit coat not being something one wanted to trip on. The charming joy on Eldritch’s face turned to sheepishness as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I apologize for that, I simply wasn’t feeling social that year...”

“Bullshit!” Ventus laughed and shook their head. “You just didn't want to bring along your sweetheart.” At this, Camille lit up and her attention turned to Gyro. The doctor flushed bright red beneath his bag when she gripped his shoulders.

“Aw! They’re so cute too!” He was going to die from embarrassment. He tried to speak up,

“Wait! He’s not my-” But he was interrupted by Eldritch.

“Doctor Gyro is not my partner, and I think he would like you to let go of him Camille.” The red haired woman released him a moment later, but she looked confused. Her golden eyes darted to meet her spouses grey ones and they shared a nod.

“Darling, can we speak to you alone for a moment? Your friend will be fine by himself a spell, yes?” It was too late for either of the boys to respond before the taller was being escorted off into a corner. Eldritch was about to complain when Camille’s fingers wrapped tightly around his forearm. She looked ready to stab him.

“Eldritch you are head over heels for that ‘doctor’ boy and he feels the same, so you are going to ask him to dance once we are done here.” She hissed. Eldritch looked at her in offense and immediately snapped back,

“You read his AND my emotions without permission!” Camille was a well trained empath as well as being incredibly strong and smart.

“Absolutely not! You know that’s one of my rules with friends, but YOU TWO are the ones absolutely overflowing with nerves and love for each other right now, so much that it’s seeping out of your skin!” This caused Eldritch’s cheeks to darken.

“But I-”

“We don't want excuses, hun,” Ventus butted in. Their black lips were turned down in sharp disapproval. “We want you to be happy and then we want to catch up with you later.”

“But why don’t we catch up right-”

“Because we love you even though you haven’t contacted us in forever so go get your man and THEN we can talk.” This was all so sudden and slightly overwhelming. Eldritch glanced over to where Gyro was standing by the base of the stairs lost in thought. Then he looked to his friends and saw the determination on their faces. Another deep breath and Eldritch was striding back across the floor.

“He’s such a dork,” Ventus whispered to their wife. Camille giggled and rested her head on Ventus’s shoulder.

“He really is, isn’t he...”

Gyro came out of his daze as the clack of thick heeled boots approached. He looked up to see Eldritch’s face within a foot of his own and he nearly jumped out of his skin. The taller cleared his throat and then said,

“Would you care to dance?” Gyro’s heart stopped for a moment.

He doesn’t remember saying yes, or reaching to put his hand on Eldritch’s shoulder, but next thing Gyro knew he was being swept out onto the floor. His heart was hammering in his throat, his head was spinning, and the feeling of Eldritch’s claws on his hip burned. He was spun and twirled and lifted to the chords of the song being played. He stared at the strong line of Eldritch’s jaw to focus on anything but the rush of blood to his cheeks.

Then cool air his hit back, and the doctor realized they had danced out onto the balcony. The full moon glinted off his mechanics and glittered on the gold of Eldritch’s suit. As the soft waves of violin were fading into the end of number, Gyro met his dance partners gaze. The intensity of emotions he saw there- reverence, dedication, and something he didn't want to name for fear of it being a lie- it all crashed into him as he let go of their entwined hands to rip the bag from his head.

He took a breath of cold night air as he felt his body being dipped down. The hand on his hip slipped under his thigh as the free one gripped his waist. Then Gyro pulled Eldritch to him and-

Gyro had never felt so alive.

#totally monsterous #eldritch hat #my art #dr gyro #my writing #villainous #villainous au #mechanicalmonster #<-ship name? yes >:3

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Chapter 4: Ma Douce Mère

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A/N: Happy belated birthday to me~ I hope you enjoy my version of the (half) big reveal!~

I actually planned to post this last weekend before my birthday, but my plans had piled up. I had a birthday celebration to prep for, then the party the next day. The day after that, I had to say goodbye to a family member. And the day after that, I was asked to work on my remote job for the whole day. Then midterms began on the day of my birthday...I'm v busy, but I'm glad my me-time was spent writing this chapter two weeks ago, but with some time in between I was able to clean up the chapter with the addition of the newest episode Kwami Buster incorporated into this chapter.

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Summary:

It is far from coincidences that these miraculous jewels ended in Marinette’s and Adrien’s possession. Their kwamis claim that they have been specifically chosen as the sole protectors against evil. But when an akuma returns a forgotten past, it unravels an unforeseen destiny of their Miraculous predecessors’ lives. Their decisions, from this moment forward, could possibly alter the true meaning of their existences and their destinies.

In Chat's safe arms, time moved at an incredibly slow pace, almost as if they had accomplished freezing time completely. Despite Marinette's mourning and sniffling state echoing through the night, Paris was very peaceful. Chat Noir moved the hand patting her back, to smooth through her glossy ultramarine hair. He leaned towards the crown of hair and gently pressed his lips against them.

Marinette felt his sweet gesture and smiled to herself. Her eyes fluttered to a close as she melted against his chest and began to calm down. She kept her arms wrapped around Chat Noir's waist until she was finally able to recollect her composure. She felt painfully embarrassed to have revealed this ugly and vulnerable side of herself to Chat Noir, but she was also grateful that it was Chat who was able to help comfort and relieve her from this burden. She lifted her head off his chest and with a gentle voice, she said, "Thank you, Chat. I really appreciate it."

Chat's usual playful demeanor was replaced with an unusually soft expression. His eyes, the color of emeralds, were slightly squinted, the slight lift of his mask suggested his eyebrows were raised, and his lip was gently tugged to the side. It was so bizarre to see this sentimental side of him. It was almost captivating. Marinette felt her cheeks blossom with warmth when Chat interrupted her thoughts. "It's no problem, Marinette." Chat had sat Marinette down on her foldable beach chair while he sat crouched by her feet.

"I'm sorry," the dark-haired woman apologized, "I didn't mean to cry in front of you."

"Don't worry about it," Chat comforted, "I'm just glad to see you feeling better after that."

Marinette smiled sheepishly before continuing, "We were talking about Ladybug before I rudely interrupted…"

Chat swatted his hand in front of his face to signal that he hadn't taken any offense, "It's fine-" Suddenly his body grew tense when his ears heard something from the distance. Before Marinette could continue the conversation, Chat scooped her in his arms and jumped from her balcony and into a nearby building. Seconds later, a familiar sound of a metallic string wrapped around the beach chair where Marinette had once sat on. Within seconds, the beach chair was sliced into minced pieces.

"Chat Noir, surrender your Miraculous and I'll let you and Marinette free," a familiar mezzo-soprano voice commanded. A metallic string encircled the chimney that Chat Noir and Marinette were standing on. Moments later, a dark figure launched from the ground and landed in front of them.

Marinette's expression drained of color as she recognized the dark silhouette standing before them. The moon glowed behind her back, but city lights on the other side of the bridge dimly lit a tall, slim body in a red spandex one-suit and black polka-dots, pale face with icy, faded blue eyes, and hair colored like the ocean on a starless evening separated into two long pigtails that swayed against her thighs.

"Hello, sweetie."

"Mom?!" the navy-haired teenager gasped.

"Mom?" Chat Noir echoed, glancing from Marinette's horrified expression to the figure.

"That's Ladybug, to you!" she hurled her yo-yo forward, encircling Marinette and Chat Noir like a lasso.

Chat Noir prepped his escape by crouching to a squat. Without taking his eyes off from the new Ladybug Miraculous holder, he instructed Marinette, "Hold tight, it looks like we're in for a game of cat and mouse."

Marinette wrapped her arms around the dark feline's neck when she had heard the familiar whizzing sound of her yoyo being yanked towards the center. But before the metallic wires could catch them, Chat Noir and Marinette were launched in the air and traveled from roof house to roof house.

"This is a catastrophe!" Marinette sighed as she nestled her forehead against Chat Noir's neck.

"Furreal," Chat responded. "Who knew your mom completely transformed when she used the Ladybug Miraculous."

"It doesn't make any sense," Marinette sighed frustratingly, "why would Hawkmoth suddenly give it to her?"

"You think she's still influenced by him?" Chat wondered.

The navy-haired teenager, lifted her head to search over his shoulder for any signs of her mother's pursuit. To her vexation, her mother was no-where in sight-a familiar pattern that Lucky Chance had. "We need to go down-now, Chat Noir!"

"Are we safe?" He asked while jumping off a rail, landed on the cobblestone street, and had set her feet to the ground.

Marinette responded by shaking her head. Lucky Chance had won previously because Chat Noir and Ladybug had ran away from her.

Ladybug had decided that the Seine would provide enough space between them, and would give them time to catch their breath. However, Lucky Chance was already on the bridge of the Seine, waiting for them. Before Ladybug had the opportunity to stop him, Chat Noir had used his Cataclysm and dove straight towards her. Lucky Chance was one step ahead, using her die as a smoke bomb and engulfing her and Chat Noir. Ladybug had used her yo-yo as a propeller to clear the smoke, in hopes to buy her partner time to recollect himself and find their opponent. But instead, Lucky Chance had stood victorious with her hand around Chat Noir's neck. He was unconscious with several trails of blood seeping from his forehead and his right hand that once held his cataclysm powers were gone. Chat Noir was hit by his own Cataclysm once before and had ended up winded of air due to Miraculer's, Sabrina's akumatized alter ego, attack. But it was never this violent or bloody, and to see Chat Noir that badly wounded had scared her as Ladybug and traumatized her as Marinette.

Lucky Chance-or her mother, Sabine Dupain-Cheng-was uncharacteristically skilled. It was most likely the influence of the akuma that enhanced her tactical skills. But even so, the level of her tactical strategy, as Lucky Chance, had far exceeded that of an advanced learner or killer. It seemed as if the akuma had sharpened and enhanced the skill to a true and experienced tactician's level, just like what happened to Kagami and Armand D'Argencourt's fencing skills when they were akumatized to Riposte and Darkblade, respectively. However… her mother was never the tactical type… or was she?

"She'll be here any minute," Marinette announced, then taking their situation into their consideration, she turned to face him completely, "Chat Noir, do you trust me?"

Taken aback by her soft expression and determined eyes, Chat Noir found himself having difficulty to look away. "Of course, Marinette."

"Chat Noir, I need your miraculous," Marinette requested while raising an open palm to him.

Chat Noir placed his right paw on her pale palm and gently lowered her hand. "Marinette, she's after me, not you."

"That's precisely the point," Marinette insisted, "It's better I have it rather than you. That way she'll lose complete sight of you. There's no way my mom would hurt me."

"I don't know, Marinette," Chat Noir began, perplexed, "this is too risky. You're putting yourself in danger by involving yourself in this fight, especially with Ladybug's miraculous being worn by your mom. It's better if I stay and face her." He pats her head gently while looking into her cerulean eyes, "Please, let me protect you."

Chat Noir was about to lift his hand off her head when Marinette's hand grasped his hand and gently guided it down and in front of her. She looked at him, softly, sadly, pleadingly. She had let him protect her before, and she had almost lost him. It was her turn this time, "Please."

Marinette's pained expression had left a deep impression in Adrien, and he had felt no choice but to cave in to her wish. Marinette had never let him down before, never was the type of person to betray the people who were closest to her, and something inside him insisted to trust her risky request. He gently extended his left hand, gesturing her to lead the way.

Marinette had hurriedly dragged both of them to a narrow alley, where she instructed the feline hero to hide in the shadows and de-transform. While he adjusted himself in the darkness, Marinette turned her back against him.

"Claws off."

Marinette brought her left hand behind her back with her palm open. When she had felt the ring placed in her palm, she told him quietly, "What matters is your identity is safe, Chat. She must never know who you truly are."

"Marinette…" Adrien's hand raised towards her but slowly dropped it along with his the idea of enveloping her in his arms. "All you really need to do is turn around and you'll know who the real me is."

Marinette shook her head, her palm closed tightly on his ring, "It's better if I don't… I don't think Ladybug would appreciate it if you revealed your identity to me… I…," she shook her head at the thought, "I don't know what I would do if anything happens to you… again…" the last word faded into a soft whisper. With her free hand, she reached out to him. Just this once, she wanted to touch him. She wanted to feel the same warm hands that protected her and comforted her… just for affirmation. She wanted to know that he was alive and that he would be okay.

Adrien reached for her hand. It was all he could do. This girl, who was his first important friend at Francoise Dupont High School, slowly became more and more important to him. He trusted Marinette with so many things, especially with his miraculous in her hands.

Floating beside them, stood an uncharacteristically silent Plagg. He wasn't particularly tired since Adrien hadn't used his Cataclysm, but he wasn't in a good mood either. He knew Marinette must've been suffering for a number of days now. Losing Tikki had surprised him too-then again, it wasn't surprising. His human was to blame for his stupidity, especially with the unlucky nature that came along with holding the Cat miraculous. But Marinette will succeed. She wasn't picked as the current Ladybug, for nothing. And she proved it during Juleka's second akumatization when she had donned on the Cat miraculous and became Lady Noir. She always had it in her, it was just being clouded by Tikki's absence along with the miraculous earrings.

"Take care of her, Plagg," Adrien instructed softly. After exchanging a quick hug with Plagg resting against his cheek, he took several steps backward into the darkness to camouflage himself. He fell to a crouching position, with one leg resting to the ground. He trusted Marinette, but he never planned to abandon her.

After his quick hug against Adrien's cheek, Plagg floated above Marinette. He took Marinette's identity into consideration, on behalf of Tikki. He decided not to expose himself to her… not just yet. That would probably put Marinette in an uncomfortable position if she were to express familiarity with him while Adrien, who he knew was hiding in the shadows, was watching the both of them. Like his miraculous owner, he camouflaged himself in the shadows to prevent receiving attention.

Within the next several seconds Sabine Dupain-Cheng, as a young adult Ladybug, landed in front of her daughter. "Marinette, either tell me where Chat Noir is or hand over his miraculous."

"I don't understand," Marinette began, "why are you after Chat Noir and his miraculous? Are you still influenced by Hawkmoth's akuma? Why are you using the Ladybug miraculous?"

"Marinette," she raised her hand to her daughter, "I know there is a 30% probability you'd let Chat Noir escape with his miraculous, and 55% probability that you will ask him to give it to you. In both cases, it would lead me to a dead-end to looking for him and buy you both time."

"What are you talking about?" Marinette feigned accusation, "Why would you think Chat Noir would give me his miraculous?"

"Because you're my daughter," Ladybug answered confidently, "who do you think did you inherit your clever ideas from? Your father?"

Marinette stood before her, speechless and flabbergasted.

"If my memories weren't erased, I would still be Ladybug right now. But I see Master Fu had entrusted you with the Ladybug miraculous when I was decommissioned, mentally at least."

Marinette is Ladybug?! The blond model's eyes fell on Marinette's back. He couldn't believe his ears. Adrien cupped his hand over his mouth to prevent himself from gasping aloud. Feeling surprised was an understatement in this situation-perhaps overwhelmed. His mind wouldn't stop piecing Marinette and his Ladybug together. His educated guess during Ms. Mendeliev's scientific discovery was right on the mark.

"Me? Ladybug?" the teenage girl stammered, "No! What are you talking about mom?"

"Oh, Marinette…" Ladybug had her hands positioned at her waist while she looked down and shook her head, "you're very clumsy, often disheartened, unconfident around people and when making big decisions, and often act before you think. But…" she looked at her daughter, "you've always had a pure heart with good intentions. No matter what, you came back to see the just of things. That's why Master Fu chose you to be the next Ladybug. As much as I am proud to see you as my successor, sweetie, I am also heartbroken to see you walk the same path as I had."

Marinette stared into her mother's dark eyes, unsure how to respond to her praise.

"You recall that Nadia mentioned there was an absence of a Miraculous holder in the last twenty years, right Marinette?"

The navy-haired teenager's forehead formed creases as she recalled Nadia's announcement on the news when Alex's dad had found the rock that contained Feast. She swallowed, audibly.

In the distance within the shadows, Adrien was mirroring her reactions.

"A little over twenty years ago, Master Fu gave me the miraculous ladybug. I was your age. But those memories were erased because of a certain person's wish. No one remembers I was Ladybug, not even myself. That's why I need the miraculous to undo the wish." She extended her hand to her daughter, "I need the cat's miraculous, Marinette."

Marinette's brain was on hyperdrive. She couldn't think straight, nor was she sure if she could trust her mother with the miraculous, considering the destruction that was left behind in her wake. Instead, she decided to buy more time. Marinette insisted, "I don't have-"

"Don't be silly, sweetie," Ladybug retorted, "my memories as an akuma weren't erased. I know exactly who stood in front of me when I took off her earrings, Marinette. You went as far as to jump into the Seine to save Chat Noir from drowning."

"Mom," the navy-haired teenager's body shook, her hands clamped into a fist, and her eyes swam with tears threatening to crawl down, "how could you do something so cruel?"

"It's not cruel, sweetie. I had to make my act convincing," Ladybug explained, "I was being watched after all."

"But if you were going to use the miraculous ladybug afterwards and defeat Hawkmoth, then what was the point of putting on a show?"

"Defeat Hawkmoth? No, sweetie. Hawkmoth and I have a common goal."

Marinette staggered and stepped backward, "Common goal?"

Ladybug stepped forward, "I need the cat miraculous, Marinette."

While the exchanges took place, Plagg grew concerned for his miraculous owner. He flew down to Adrien and landed on his shoulder to offer him support. But with Adrien's growing agitation, Plagg tried to comfort him by nudging his head against his owner's cheek. When the black kwami felt the muscles in the model's cheeks become rigid, the cat kwami flew towards Adrien's mouth, hoping to keep Adrien silenced. "No, Adrien," the cat kwami whispered while putting his two tiny paws on the model's lips, but Adrien shook him off.

"Sorry, Plagg," Adrien apologized while gently pushing him away. Unable to listen to the conversation between Marinette and her mother any longer, Adrien hollered from the darkness, "Don't listen to her, Marinette! It's a trap!"

"Chat Noir?" Marinette gasped, looking over her shoulder, "What are you still doing here?! Get out!"

"I guess we found where the 15% probability would be," Ladybug commented before throwing her yo-yo the direction of the dark alley.

Marinette didn't think as she moved. She ran in front of the alley and shielded herself with her arms. Upon impact, an explosion of light emitted from the yo-yo, and despite her best efforts to protect herself, Marinette was blinded by a bright, white light while her ears screamed with a deafening high pitch roar. With her vision gradually improving, she saw her mother and a trail of afterimages quickly approaching her. The ringing in her ears grew dull and was quickly overlapped by reverbs of voices and hurried footsteps.

"Marinette!" Plagg cried out. Unable to restrain himself, he darted from Adrien's side and towards the dazed navy-haired teenager.

"Plagg!" Adrien hollered, unable to prevent his kwami from exposing himself to the danger before them.

"Marinette!"

Marinette thought she had heard her name being called at the end of a tunnel. Then, she recognized a dark outline of a small, black kwami float in front of her face.

The sudden presence of Plagg had caught Ladybug off guard and momentarily stopped her in her tracks.

"Marinette!" Transform already!" he quickly instructed.

"No!" Ladybug exclaimed while extending her arm towards her daughter.

"Right!" Marinette had closed her eyes to help herself readjust her equilibrium, and quickly slipped the ring on. Punching her hand forward, she cried, "Plagg, claws out!"

Adrien watched, dumbstruck, as Marinette's body was encapsulated by a green and black light. With a small twirl with her right hand punched to the air, she followed through with the same hand to wave across her face, where she donned on a black mask with a long braided ultramarine hair following in its wake. With her other free hand, she swiped through her hair where two black cat ears with green lining emerged. Switching to her right, her clothes were enveloped by a black and green one-suit. He recognized his partner in a heartbeat, despite it being a one-time event where Plagg and Tikki had switched miraculous owners. He couldn't forget. He would never forget.

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