#im so fucking sick of this i give him so many ideas THAT HE BUILDS EVERYTHING ELSE OFF OF and just????
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#gotta love him taking a project WE worked on TOGETHER and basically kicking me out of it but still wanting to use MY ideas for it#and only because MY ONLY CHARACTER on the main team doesnt fit with HIS vision anymore despite them being on that team since day 1#i was seriously trying to get over him taking my group rp plot a few months ago i really wanted to share my worldbuilding ideas with him#mind you it was a plot that was meant to introduce my AND his ocs to the main rp storyline#at least before he took off with it and acted like i wasnt meant to be part of it even tho it was built off of MY ideas#this whole time i was stupid enough to think it mightve been a mistake that maybe he forgot or something and it was all just accidental#tbh this is probably the 3rd?iirc? time hes used MY ideas for a SHARED project and then pushed me out of it when my ocs dont fit HIS vision#im so fucking sick of this i give him so many ideas THAT HE BUILDS EVERYTHING ELSE OFF OF and just????#either he uses them then boots me out OR he gets bored of that project and drops it....im so sick of this happening#and he wasnt always like this!! except maybe the dropping projects thing but losing passion for projects isnt weird for him tbh?#but using my ideas and pushing me out of projects? THATS new! hes changed so much within the past year and not in a good way..im so tired..
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Your asks are back! Im prolly gonna send a few tomorrow bc its late and i have many idea but an idea that Wont Let Me Go:
Danny gets caught by his parents. They dissect him and jazz is the one to free him, but he has to go. Now. But where does he go?
Gotham. The drs fenton went there once and caused enough chaos to be banned from the city or else risk arkham. Its the one place they might not find him.
Danielle goes with him. Maybe shed hunkered down in gotham for a bit, maybe shes passing by amity when sht hits the fan. Either way, its her and danny. They figure it wont be too hard to get by. Break into an empty apartment and hide out there until they get caught, couldnt be too hard, right?
Too bad the building they go for is the one jason stays in, as a civillian, and hes got every apartment on his floor so that the risk of a neighbor seeing him as hood is minimal. Jason has to figure out how these kids got into the apartment and who is making them spy on red hood.
He does this by giving them the one thing kids in need cant afford to turn down- free meals. He invites them over to cook and teaches them how, both to see what hes dealing with and give them those skills once theyre out of whatever situation theyre in.
This goes on for a while before jason had the horrifying realization.
Hes turing into Bruce. Two kids in need with black hair and blue eyes who tense up when vigilantes are brought up? Hes never going to live this down. Probably frantically texts dick(?) About how hes turing into bruce and then doesnt elaborate
Unbeknowst to him, theyve secretly been "treating" him by acting as filters/replacing some of his extoplasm so he can be sure of his control over his feelings. This doesnt necessarily make him 100% calm all of the time, he still gets angry pretty easily, but. Jason gets control of himself back.
As they get closer they start being significantly more domestic. Somehow nobody has crashed jasons apartment while theyre there (they dip invisibly) and jasons relationship with bruce has improved as he no longer has to worry about pit rage taking over. Hes trying to figure out how to break the news to bruce that hes a grandfather even though he hasnt officially adopted them yet.
Dani, on the other side of town, is gossiping with a cool girl at the library named barbara about how shes been trying to figure out how to tell her neighbor that Hes Her Dad Now.
(Danny doesnt call him dad. He cant, anymore. But theyre still family)
Jason decides to introduce the topic of them meeting bruce (because 1. even though its still rocky their relationship has improved and 2. He wants it to be on his terms) and dani bursts out with the "I have a GRANDPA???????" and from there on commits to calling jason her dad and bruce (unmet) her grandpa.
Bruce meets them first and is just. In awe. He has grandchildren. His emotional constipation vs his absolute adoration of the fact hes a GRANDPARENT fight fight fight.
When danny and dani eventually meet everyone theyre all like oh sick bruce picked up a duo this time nice to meet you. And they absolutely cannot comprehend it when bruce and jason walk in and dani goes to jason first. Nobody expected jason to take on bruces adoption tendencies but they should have.
(Also fun hc i couldnt work in naturally but i do fully stand by- the ectoplasm in dannys body does affect his injuries somewhat, meaning he heals naturally very quickly from most ghost fights. Why?
It heales based on emotional healing.
He doesnt really care all too much about the average cut from one of his rogues and they heal within the day, but a hit from valerie takes a few weeks.
The first injury his parents ever gave him still hurts.
He can barely move and cant talk for the first few weeks with jason. Only once he starts feeling safe with him do the cuts start coming back together.)
The casualness of “hi so glad your asks came back” [drops at least 1k worth of fucking stellar content that’s basically a fic] is just making me truly awestruck. God I’ve missed seeing y’all’s neat ideas.
I dont have any words that I can say that could describe just how wonderful this is so I’ll write a lil addition to it instead because I am in love with this sm.
Jason’s point of view when he’s slowly getting better and isnt afraid to meet his family because of the pit rage, has he explained that’s the reason he distanced himself? Do the bats just think that this is simply Jason finally getting the courage to reach out? Do they know that the Pit rage is stopping Jason and do they try to help him by using alternative means of communication? How much do they help and understand.
When Jason experiences his first injury. How much does it hurt? Valerie shoots him with an ectogun. How much is this man in pain for and does he have to fight pit rage inside him to not lash out and attack her after being injured?
And how does his core react to his new kids. This I NEED to know
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc comics#writing prompts#dp x dc prompt#dpxdc#bones replies#this is some stellar writing my guy#ever-after-aaa
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jesus pt. 2
i saw the christian youth group people at o-week at uni. they all have green shirts. i see them every year. this year i wanted to try find them and convince them i'm christian so they'd give me a shirt, but i thought of the idea after o-week ended. i would've loved to go up to people and be like "hey have u heard of the bible its fucking sick"
and there was this guy handing out little bibles outside the uni gate in week 1. it had all of jesus's quotes written in red font, which i thought was sick. i've always felt like the bible is a bit silly, cos surely it's just people writing about what they think god might be, and who knows if they were right or not! but for some reason, reading what are purportedly actual jesus quotes was exciting. like, finally the real deal.
here's some quotes i found:
LUKE 5 10 - do not be afraid; from now on, you will be catching men!
MATTHEW 6 28 - why are you anxious about clothing?
MARK 11 14 - may no one ever eat fruit from you again!
LUKE 2 49 - why were u looking for me?
MARK 13 2 - do u see these great buildings??
MARK 4 3 - behold, a sower went out to sow
MARK 5 30 - who touched my garments?
LUKE 7 23 - blessed is the one who is not offended by me
LUKE 10 19 - behold, i have given u authority to tread on scorpions
MATTHEW 15 34 - how many loaves do u have?
i told my friend amelia about this. turns out she's an amateur bible scholar and she really liked these quotes. she told me about how god would give really specific instructions about how he wanted his temple built, and would be really bad at communicating directly, and would only ever appear at inconvenient times or in unusual forms, and we realized god is probably really neurodivergent. he even had specific requests about the kinds of smells that would be in his temple, which is like so sensory.
and the jesus quotes i found sound so silly. like he's just this kind of bratty weirdo who's got these really touchy soft-spots and asks weird questions. which i really relate to!! reading these quotes was like so far the only time that i've actually felt jesus' presence in my life, like - oh yeah i see what u mean dawg, i'd be kind of annoyed if someone touched my garments too yknow. i'd probably start a story in a kind of silly way just like u with the sower going out to sow thing. and his whole "blessed are the ones who aren't offended by me" thing reminds me so much of shitty comedians who make jokes about trans people. i find it kind of endearing cos i love the idea that jesus would be so sensitive. both cos its funny (ur literally god its gonna be fine) and also cos low-key i'm a really sensitive person too.
so!
i don't really connected with religion in a religious way or an athiestic way. i did have the phase of being like "religion sux!!!!!" but after i wasn't forced to deal with it, i sort of just stopped caring. my dad is pretty buddhist, and he described going on retreats to me, and trying to get enlightened yknow.
and his description of enlightenment sounded just like how i feel when im kind of zoned out, so i told him that i'm enlightened all the time! and he got upset with me. or at least was just like, no, u don't get it. i feel kind of safer not understanding it. i feel like knowing i'm not enlightened is just gonna freak me out.
so anyway,
i was basically thinking about the idea that i had created a version of jesus for myself who felt real enough, from little fragments of text. and i was thinking about how religious people like the woman who spoke with me also have these versions of jesus in their minds, that speak to them. i remember the woman specifically said she didn't read books because god speaks to her and provides her all the info she needs. and as a non-religious person, i interpret that as her sort of working off instinct and rejecting stuff she doesn't like. which we all do to some degree!
i find it interesting that a preacher is kind of trying to give you their version of jesus, to colonise ur brain with their version. like how colonial empires rebuild their architectural styles in countries that don't suit the environment - like the hanoi opera house in vietnam.
or how trans people (heehee) resist gender colonisation inside their own minds and basically dress however they wanna. i guess some people are so good at this colonisation that they become empires, like megachurches or actual empires or whatever. and i feel like their colonisations are always violent and suppressive and unfair somehow. usually in obvious ways.
the currently ongoing genocide of palestinians under israeli occupation is another example. there's been a lot of propaganda to try to demonize the palestinians being spread by various sources, especially the israeli government and military. israeli political leaders have characterised palestinians as less-than-human, as creatures of darkness, as whatever. that's kind of a colonisation of the mind, and also a justification for a real-life actual colonisation, one that's killing thousands of people for LIKE NO FUCKING REASON.
anyway,
human relationships can be like that too. we can kind of passively mingle our minds together and change a bit. we can show eachother our favourite movies or music, we can share ideas or stories. we can teach a friend a coping mechanism we use which could change their life maybe. we can just spend time and let eachother know that our delusions are both unique to ourselves and also valid.
youtube
the chorus of "teletype" by everything everything
DONT TALK A LOT, BUT I LIKE IT, COS I CAN'T TELL YOU EVERYTHING THAT WENT ON.
it's a description of a relationship where the narrator is acknowledging that we can't FULLY know eachother. just like how colonisation can't occur without violence. you need to just kind of accept that we can't be perfect for eachother, we can't be copies of one another, because we are seperate. we all experience different stuff. and that's not actually a bad thing - it's whatever it is. it can be fun, actually. talking to someone can be like playing. learning isn't really copying, it's more like sharing and iterating.
i guess that's kind of the idea behind my project. i'll explain more in another post !!!!
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🍀 hello! I have a suggestion
How would the class 1 a boys react to you both getting recognized in public as "the secret class 1 a couple?!" And seeing it on the news or social media, Before yous are dating. Hope this makes sense 💖
a/n: hi!! this is super cute! i decided to do a bunch of the boys from 1-a, i didn’t get to do all of them, but this is certainly a cute idea!!
headcanon: them reacting to news of being a couple before they’re actually a couple
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk
warnings: fluff, swearing
;cut for length;
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katsuki bakugou
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It happens during a training battle with class 1-B.
It’s just a little get together, the two classes joining for some competitive training.
You’re working with Bakugou since he tolerates you the most, which he would gladly chose you over Beavis and Butt-Head Kirishima and Kaminari.
He also has a crush on you but that’s a secret teehee.
You got one on him too so don’t act all innocent.
But of course, Monoma happens to be one of the members of the group you face off with.
He’s just messing with you, teasing you. Calling you pet names like Angel or Honey.
He’s doing it ‘cause it clearly pisses Bakugou off.
“I’m sorry, where are my manners, flirting with your significant other.” Monoma apologizes as he slaps Bakugou’s shoulder, activating his quirk.
“We’re not dating!?” You yell as you charge at the blonde that isn’t your crush.
“So you mean the entire class has been lying to me?” Monoma pouts.
After training, Bakugou asks you out, stating he’d been thinking of doing it sooner but he had been caught up with staying top of the class-
He was most certainly jealous.
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izuku midoriya
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HIS MOM. PLEASE. IT’S HIS MOM AND ALL MIGHT THAT ARE LIKE YOOO CONGRATS ON yOU TWO GETTING TOGETHER.
Like legit, Deku’s in some parent-teacher conference and All Might is like ‘many things are blossoming, such as young love.’
And his mom is just like ‘finally you and y/n got together, about damn time.’
And Deku’s just like ????? IM SORRY????////
Literally races over to you and is like
“They think we’re together-”
And you’re just like
“Well damn we should be” *lip bite*
Deku blushes but asks you out on the spot so he doesn’t have to explain to his mom that it wasn’t like that.
Lowkey he had the biggest crush on you and was just really nervous that you were too occupied with studies to even notice him.
His mom is so proud of him, probably throws him a party or something for your first official date- please i love her
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shoto todoroki
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Tell me why I think this fool finds out about the whole ‘secret couple’ thing from Dabi-
It’s just so bad that it’s absolutely perfect.
Tell me that this crispy ass patchwork villain would not take every opportunity to tease Shoto.
“So you came here to fight me with your true love? Perhaps romance isn’t dead.”
Literally about to light his ass on fire and Shoto’s just frozen-yeah go on laugh I know you want too-and just stares at this dude like???
come again? pardon?
Deadass looks over at you and just raises an eyebrow.
“I think he thinks we’re a couple.” You fill in the blanks and Todoroki eventually nods.
“Well yes, they are indeed my true love, but I think this might be a bit extreme for a first date. Perhaps when we’re done beating your ass, I can take them out for dinner.”
chivalry isn’t dead *heart eye emojis*
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denki kaminari
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Honestly with the flirty comments you litter under each other’s social media posts, google probably be recommended y’all relationship stuff, those little heart lamp message things, matching necklaces, technology was dropping all the hints.
No but Kirishima probably just assumes you’re together when Kaminari brings you along to one of the mall trips they usually go on.
“Dude you finally asked them out, sick, took you long enough.”
Cue red Kaminari. Man is a tomato. Like he just turns to you shaking throwing a thumbs up.
“Awe, you like me?” You give him a hug and kiss his cheek, shoving your hand in his.
“Yeah, totally, I mean who wouldn’t.” Kaminari is back to being smug, he’s got a pretty person’s hand in his own he is now taken JSFSJFJ
He will literally be in debt to Kirishima for getting the two of you together. Like he’s deadset on somehow repaying Kirishima.
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eijiro kirishima
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Two words. Katsuki Bakugou.
Kirishima is super sweet, like I just see him doing a bunch of really nice stuff for you, helping you carry things to your dorm, or like maybe doing your hair if you asked.
Bakugou is extremely observant and will just watch how y’all act but like he’s finally so tired of watching you act like a couple. He knows you two have to be a thing so why hasn’t Kirishima mentioned it.
WHY IS BKAUOGU MAD THAT KIRISHIMA IS LIKE NOT SAYING HE”S TAKEN DUDE FKSFKSJI JUST KNOW HE WOULD BE SJFSKFSJK
“We get it you’re together! Just cut the sappy shit already!” Bakugou snaps randomly one day because you’re just sitting in his lap because all the couch seats are taken.
Your cheeks burn and Kirishima’s face turns the same crimson color as his hair.
“Dude we’re-”
“Friends.” You finish, but there’s a hint of sadness.
“You certainly don’t act like. Fucking ask each other out already goddamn.”
Do what he boss says.
Kirishima brings you pretty flowers and asks you out, literally taking you on a date when you say yes, god he’s so sweet love him kiss kiss.
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tenya iida
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Honestly, I think Aizawa’s gonna just have to lecture Iida on social cues. ‘Cause Iida may seem like he’s just being a good class rep, but walking you to and from class, carrying your bag, and tucking hair behind your ear are most certainly beyond what classifies as ‘class rep behavior.’
A bunch of students from class 1-a are gonna be really suspicious, whispering around, making plans to try and catch it happening.
Sure enough, Iida’s carrying your bag as you walk back toward the dorm building, your pinkies just barely touching, before you finally heave a sigh and interlock yours with his.
Kaminari can’t hold in his excitement, congratulating the navy-haired class rep on scoring such a hottie.
“I’m confused, you’re congratulating me-”
“Because you finally asked (y/n) out!” Iida just turns red and stares at you.
“No no, I think you may have misinterpreted!”
“Really? On god? Just like that?” You pout, lowering your head.
“No! I...”
Iida quite literally has to prove he likes you by kissing you in front of the class. Guess it’s not really a secret anymore.
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hanta sero
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Much like Kirishima, Bakugou and/or Kaminari and/or Kirishima play a big role in ‘exposing’ the two of you.
Late nights in each other’s dorm playing video games?
Wearing each other’s sweaters?
Picnics and walks together?
Yeah try convincing off-brand pikachu, red robin, and the fitness gram pacer test you’re not together.
the fitness gram pacer test bit sounded much better in my head but i didn’t really have any other funny nickname for bakugou other than johnny test which made about as much sense as the fitness gram pacer test.
“Yo we’re going to the mall!” Kaminari is the first to spill the plans for the weekend.
“Oh shoot alright-”
“I meant us. Don’t you have a date with (Y/n)?” Kaminari points to the rest of the group, excluding you and Sero who sat side by side, under a knitted blanket.
“Uhm, Kaminari we’re-”
“Oh no, I know you like them.” Kaminari leans in really close to Sero’s face before squishing his cheeks and turning him to face you.
“I’m so sorry.” Sero whispers to you.
You roll your eyes and lean over, planting a kiss on his cheek, earning a few cheers from Mina and Kaminari who pretty much played matchmaker.
Sero takes you out on a date when they plan to go to the mall, but it was really all a ruse to spy on you on your date.
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masterlist
#bakugou#bakugo#todoroki#deku#mirdoriya#kaminari#kirishima#iida#sero#bakugou x reader#todoroki x reader#deku x reader#midoriya x reader#kirishima x reader#kaminari x reader#iida x reader#sero x reader#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#my hero academia x reader#boku no hero academia x reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader#bakugou katuski#izuku midoriya#shoto#shoto todorki#denki kaminari
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A Kiss to Remember
Pairing: Hyunjae x gn!Reader
Genre: Fluff, mutual pinning
Warnings: profanities like a lot, alcohol consumption, jokes of killing
Word count: 2.4k
Summary: After a kiss you spend a month of trying to figure out your own feeling you come to the conclusion that you like Hyunjae. You wonder how to deal with these feelings, especially when he doesn't feel that way about you, at least that's what you think.
a/n: Happy birthday Hyunjae Im a little late y'all don't mind that.
When you have been friends for so long is it better to just stay as such? Should I just bury these budding feelings before, it becomes something I can’t handle? I look at my hand, the one that casually reached out to him and had been reached out to by him many times before. It was only recently that holding him like that made my heart tickle. After today there is no denying my feelings, I like Hyunjae.
“So do I just cut them off or…,” I bite my lip struggling with a decision. How would I even go about stopping these feelings?! “Ugh, why does he suddenly have to be so appealing.” around a month ago after one of our nights out drinking, we somehow ended up making out. Sure we always lightly flirted with each other, but that’s just how we are, nothing was ever taken seriously like there was a line we knew that shouldn’t be crossed.
That night it was crossed, but I’m the only one that has any recollection of it happening. Hyunjae remembers nothing of that night and I’m left to deal with these complicated feelings. I didn’t tell him cause, whatever, it’s not like we have feelings for each other anyways. It’s just something that happened, I don’t have to make a big deal of it. That’s what I thought at first, then I noticed how my eyes started to linger on him.
For this past month, I’ve been trying to gauge these feelings for him, to say I like him after one measly kiss is too much. Now I know for sure, but what do I do now? How he acts towards me now is no different from how he’s always treated me, so it’s not like he looks at me in that way.
“No, this is not what I should be thinking about right now! I have to get ready, gotta go soon.”
Hyunjae’s birthday party is tonight, I can’t make today about me. I’ll just act like normal today, he’ll never know the difference.
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Walking into the designated lounge room for Hyunjae’s party I was greeted by a few familiar faces and some unfamiliar. I was given a wave and nod by some of my friends before almost being knocked off my feet.
“Y/N! You’re finally here, I’ve been waiting for you!” Hyunjae throws himself into my arms giving me a tight squeeze. I freeze up and then remind myself that I should act naturally.
“And a hello to you too. Drunk already I see birthday boy,” I say tapping his back with one hand trying to not get too close. Jacob comes up offering a smile in greeting and I smile back.
“You need to control yourself,” Jacob says then pulling Hyunjae off me falling into his arms, and I thank him with a nod. Hyunjae struggles in Jacob’s hold wanting to break free, then Jacob whispers something in Hyunjae’s ears and he stops struggling, instead, slumping in his arms letting himself be dragged away back to his seat. Looking back to the rest of the table I see my best friend Sunwoo waving me over the free spot next to him. I take a seat and Sunwoo pulls me in giving me a side hug and I reciprocate, doing the same.
“So you want to tell me what that was all about?” He leans in whispering to me.
“What are you talking about?”
“Seriously? I saw the way you blushed like a schoolgirl that was told they are cute by their crush when Hyunjae hugged you.”
“No way!” In shock, I pull away from Sunwoo rubbing at my forehead. I pretend I don’t see the eyes of everyone else go to me at my outburst, and get closer to Sunwoo, whispering again. “Was I that obvious?”
“So you’re admitting that there was something going on there?” He gives a sly smirk and I realize I’ve been had.
“You’re the worst.”
“Yeah yeah, but why am I only hearing about this today?”
“Because I’ve only acknowledged it myself today.”
“Acknowledged it? Just how long have I been out of the loop and does that mean that the two of you are…?” He trailed off letting me fill in the blank.
“Nothing. This is all just one-sided, he should have no idea.”
“You’re fucking kidding me right?”
“What?” Sunwoo sighs at my words and wraps his arms around my shoulder again.
“I’m your bestie, right? I’m also Hyunjae’s friend, correct?”
“Yes, and?”
“Exactly. Now, look at Hyunjae. If anyone else was in my position with you, he would not be looking at us, like a sad frog, but glaring at the person in my place. You get it?” Hyunjae did have his stupid-looking frog face on display, but no, that probably cause he was reprimanded by Jacob.
“No, Hyunjae doesn’t see me like that.”
“Sure maybe at the start of your friendship he didn’t, but the way I see it is, there is a -2% chance that he doesn’t see you that way.”
“And the way I see it is that I shouldn’t even be thinking about this tonight. I just want to get through tonight without a problem, have some fun. I can figure out everything else later.”
"Okay, whatever. My friends are a bunch of oblivious morons." He mumbles the last part knowing damn well I can still hear him.
"Say that again mother fucker. I'll kill you.” I playfully shove Sunwoo and he pretends to be hurt.
“Yo chill!” The both of us laugh out loud and then there is the slamming of shot glasses by the two of us. I turn to see it was Hyunjae, he looks at me with a pout but doesn’t say anything.
“There is a drinking rule. Every time someone joins the party we gotta take a shot,” Jacob explains in Hyunjae’s place.
“Oh, so that’s why he is already smashed.” There was still a deal more empty seats left… is Hyunjae going to survive tonight? Everyone pours themselves a drink, the ones that got here were first looking a little sick while the rest of us were fine, we all down the drinks. The night continues with good vibes, till the last guest arrives with a plus one. Both are unfamiliar faces to me.
“Sorry I’m late, Hyunjae. Also thanks for letting me bring my sister, she really wanted to meet my friends.” The man and his sister wish Hyunjae a happy birthday and take the only seats left available which just so happened to be next to the birthday man himself. With the arrival of two new guests, everyone takes the mandatory shot. I could feel a little more than a buzz, but overall still fine.
The conversation was flowing as normal as everyone was having a good time. A few more drinks in when everyone was a little drunker, open, and comfortable things got a little more handsy. Whatever that’s what people do when they’re drunk, but I couldn’t notice just how handsy that new girl was getting with Hyunjae.
“Good lord, Y/N. Are you trying to kill her with your eyes?” Snapping out of it, I look to sunwoo how was laughing his ass off.
“I might be,” getting mad at myself for the silly words, I rub roughly at my forehead. “So stupid. I don’t have any right to be mad. He isn’t my boyfriend or anything.” The girl tries to casually grab for Hyunjae’s hand and I quickly look up groaning, “That should be me.”
“Damn, you’re down bad.”
“You’re right!” I pour myself another drink, downing it as fast as I can. “I hope I get so shwasted that I forget everything!”
“I take no responsibility for whatever happens tonight, but hell yeah!” Sunwoo takes another shot. The night continues smoothly and everything is jovial except for every time I see her take an advance toward Hyunjae. The party started to slow down and eventually, everyone came to the decision that they could handle no more, so that party came to an end after a few good hours of drinking. After everyone except Hyunjae split the bill, one by one the people started leaving the lounge.
“Jacob I require your assistance home!” Sunwoo shouts to his friend and neighbor. Jacob nods, ready to leave, getting drunk was never his favorite thing. Sunwoo gets up slinging his arm around Jacob for support, and the two boys say goodbye to their friends. “Get home safe loser and get some dick while you’re at it.”
“Fuck off!” Sunwoo laughs as he walks away with Jacob. Only me, the brother-sister pair, and Hyunjae were left. I sure as hell wasn’t about to leave while they were still here, I want to hang out more. The brother as if hearing my wish says it’s time they head home.
The two get up to leave and the girl looks visibly sad while I do a little dance in my head. I walk up to Hyunjae and he looks at me then stands up like he was waiting for me. When I hear them walk out the door I can feel a smile grow on my face. Finally, no more people.
“Ready to go back home?” I ask him.
“You’re going to walk me back? How romantic.”
“We live one apartment building away from each other, stop being dramatic.”
“But still I’m ha-” my eye dart towards the sound of the lounge room door opening and see the familiar girl closing the door behind her. I cover Hyunjae’s mouth with my hand while I use my other one, taking the back of his neck and pulling him closer to me. Our lips only separated by my hand. Surely it looked like we were kissing right now, Hyunjae’s body should cover up the fact that we aren’t. Just let your mind fill in the blanks girl.
A few seconds after I can hear the sound of the door opening and closing again and a high-pitched, “I’m sorry.” from the girl. I’m sorry too… actually no I’m not. I pull away from Hyunjae and he looks stunned.
“Did we just kiss?”
“No, we didn’t. You kiss my hand.”
“Oh.” My eyes were certainly deceiving me cause it looked like he was a little disappointed by my answer.
“Well, let go.” He hums in response and we walk out of the establishment. Suddenly he wraps his arm around me. This isn’t much of a surprise since he was a clingy drunk. The walk was quiet, which was unusual for Hyunjae, maybe he is tired
“Where is my present?”
“You realize that your present was the party bill, right? Do you know just how much you drank compared to everyone else? That shit wasn’t cheap.”
“Hehe, yeah that’s why I drank so much. You know as a broke college student free drinks taste a lot better than anything you pay for!”
“As a broke college student, you would know after that I wouldn’t be able to afford a normal present, so don’t complain.”
“Who said you had to buy the present? Even something small, as long as it’s from you.”
“Why are you like this?” This is really the man I’ve come to like. “Fine, I will do any one thing for you.” He is quiet for a while.
“Two.”
“One.”
“Two!”
“Okay, fine two!” he is silent again.
“Really anything?”
“Anything within reason. If you have a body hidden in your closet right now, I would go help you bury it.”
“Then… can I be your boyfriend for a day. If not then just for the rest of the day or just an hour...” I’m so dumbfounded by his words that I stop walking.
“Do you even know what you’re saying?” He pulls away from me.
“Is that a no then?”
“I… Hyunjae, do you… like me?” He nods. “As a friend?”
“Yes, but more than that. I want to hold you all the time, kiss, and more.” He brings his hand up to his face trying to hide his embarrassment. It did nothing to hide how red his ears became.
“I like you too.” Hyunjae perked up at my words. Now I was feeling embarrassed.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’ll accept your request.” He hugs me again as he did back at the party.
“Then my other request, can we go back to my place?”
“Are we going to do the “and more” stuff you were talking about?” He thinks for a moment and then goes red in the face.
“No! It’s too soon and I’m way too shit-faced right now anyway. I just want to hold you.”
“Good answer.”
***
In the apartment I was oh so familiar with, I lay in Hyunjae’s bed with his arms wrapped around me. My heart was pounding at first but I soon calmed, getting used to the new situation. The lights were off and we were ready to sleep. It was peaceful, but I had this one lingering question and worry in my head.
“Hyunjae?”
“Hmm?”
“Will you remember this in the morning?”
“Of course why would I forget?”
“Because you forgot that we kissed already.” Shocked by my words he shot up in his spot.
“We what?!”
“It was like a month ago. It’s whatever since you don’t remember.”
“...I’m sorry… was I good?”
“Shut up.” I pinch his side and he yelps.
“Okay jeez, I’m just joking. But is that when you started to like me?”
“Not exactly, but it did all develop from then. Why?”
“I’ve liked you for a long time and have been trying for almost a year to get you to notice me in that way. I didn’t expect you to say you liked me back, so I wanted to know when it changed. Ah, I’m glad I never gave up.” He laid back down, hugging me close again.
“Alright don’t kill me now,” he loosens his grip on me in response.
“Can I kiss you again? I promise I won’t forget this time.”
“Hmm, I think you’re fresh out of requests.” He pouts, which is just the look I wanted to see from him.
“I’m messing with you, but just a little bit. If you really remember when you wake up them I’ll let you kiss me more, as my real boyfriend.”
“I’m going to remember and then I’m going to kiss you so much you’ll get sick of my affection!”
“Uh-huh, let’s just see if you can keep your word.” We both lean into each other and kiss, soft and passionate.
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hey any1 want some superman jon and batman Damian hcs? too bad cause you’re getting them
• damian realized why no one wanted to be batman when he turned 18 and Bruce decided to give him batman when he was 22.
• jon realized why jon didn’t want to be superman when he also turned 18
• oh and right, by gave, I mean bruce sorta can’t be batman anymore. medical reasons…
• damian sorta uh. persuaded clark into giving jon superman.
Damian: look. I don’t wanna be worlds finest with you, old man.
Clark: im- im not old—
Damian: listen here, jon and i? we are gonna surpass you and my dad. so give it to jon and let me prove it.
Clark: this doesn’t seem like a good idea— you aren’t ready— neither is jon
Damian: wait- wait, you don’t believe in your son and i??? wow. WOOOW. okay. i see.
Clark: that’s not it!-
Damian: sure. sure. don’t worry. I see now.
Clark: wait I do!
Damian: no, no you don’t.. it’s— it’s okay, I get it, it’s me, huh?
Clark: no!
Damian: I get it
Clark: please i do! I’ll - oh my rao, you’re playing me
Damian: i am. i cant do this without jon though. please, Clark.
Clark: *sigh, how did he get manipulated by a kid he used to babysit* okay.
• okay so now jon may be a little overwhelmed because one day he’s flamebird, the next, he’s becoming superman? huH. it’s extremely uh. worrying. and really just? wow.
• does Damian feel bad? oh yeah. he does. so bad. but he really can’t do it alone. they always dreamed of being their parents. or being better than them. but they grew up and realized that they really didn’t want to be their parents.
• but here they were, getting fitted for their suits and adding their own details to it.
jon: hey, you look hot
damian: please. shut up.
• they could do this. they could do this. shoot they can’t do this.
• damians own anxiety was going 50 mph. look, okay? remember before heretic when Bruce thought that Damian would become a satanic batman and basically rain hell all over gotham? yeah. that’s what is going on in damians mind.
• he doesn’t want to be that. ( “you won’t be like that, cmon, d, we’re gonna be better.” ) and how Damian wants to believe jon so bad..
• he doesn’t want to become obsessed with Batman like his father did, he still wants to have a life. he doesn’t want to isolate himself away and adopt kids as a coping mechanism. that’s why he needs jon to be superman. jon helps him, he helps him not go off into his own little world and stay there. he believes that with Jon, he’ll be okay. he has to be. maybe he uses jon as his own coping mechanism, but that isn’t the point.
• together, they will outshine their parents. the supersons can do this. they are the next generation, and it’s not like they are alone. they have so many other people to help them. they’ll be okay.
• they have been preparing for this their whole life, but they both feel like they got it too soon. they thought they had more time. Damian does feel guilty when he hears jon talking about how stressed he is about superman and not living up to whatever the hell he has to live up to, but Damian does fear what would. or could. have happened if he didn’t have jon with him. becoming batman took a lot out of him, more than he would like to admit. he just got constant flashbacks to heretic and that whole fiasco he thought he put behind him a loong time ago.
Jon: are you sure you’re okay?
Damian: yes idiot, quit worrying.
Jon: I’ll always worry about, d.
• jon somehow becomes MORE sappier when he becomes superman.
• okay, also, funny story. ( Clark and Bruce don’t find it funny AT ALL ) superman and batman? yeah they sorta kissed after an almost alien invasion. in their suits. uh. in front of an alien who they were arresting for the green lanterns. most people believe that when people say it, it’s a lie, kidding. no they don’t. there were pictures.
bruce: you want to explain this?
damian: not really, no.
• the public knows there’s a new Batman and Superman since yk. Jon’s face is public and was seen as superboy flamebird and now superman, and batman was slightly smaller and had some different moves
• but here’s their main line up: batman ( dami wamie, obvi ), superman ( jonnyboy kent ), nobody ( maya:)) ), green lantern ( tai pham, my baby boy ), lace ( wallace west 2, he goes by lace instead of flash because i said so. ), and shazam ( billy b ).
• fun fact, they have a den mother even though they are all in their 20s. poor dinah.. yeah black canary is their den mother. ( stole it from from yj )
• dinah makes sure they get their injuries checked out, train regularly, and you know. don’t blow up a building.
• again.
• ( when damian and jon were younger, in their teen years, they stupidly accidentally blowed up a building. in their defense, the building was owned by the penguin. and there were no civilians in the area. but they also got a lot of men sent after them.. oops. )
• they are very chaotic. they are the definition of dumbass energy sometimes.
• damian tries to keep the pda down whenever he’s batman, BUT JON DOESNT KNOW HOW TO DO THAT
• hence the amount of photos of jon hugging Damian or kissing him
• damian has never once initiated one in suits
• ( that one time jon almost died does not count )
Damian: thought you were gonna be batman.
Tim: nah, i don’t wanna be bruce. i saw what it did to dick. I would’ve became just like him.
Damian: am i like him??
Tim: god no, bruce would never kiss superman or date him or spray paint the new justice league logo— nice logo, by the way— onto villains bases
Damian: is that a good or bad thing?
Tim; good, that means you probably won’t be a total emotional stunted person using crime fighting as an outlet for unresolved childhood trauma.
Damian: you do realize why i became Robin right
Tim: .. not the point im trying to make. I mean now, brat.
• sometimes you can see some of the heroes dropping by to surprise kids, they heard that their old mentors used to go to children’s hospitals to visit sick kids, so they did that too. on a rare day where there isn’t any crime, which is really rare, they go to a school and talk if it’s a weekday, or they drop by an orphanage to hang out with kids.
• they have gotten into a lot of trouble though. they’re still learning how to work as a team. jon and damian are used to being solo and working with each other, Tai had tagged along a few times when they were younger and knows how they work, along with maya, but billy and Wallace do not.
• they often all get into arguments.
• damian lacks a filter and will criticize everyone if they mess up. and he often goes off alone or is too blunt.
• it takes a long time before they all realize that Damian is just: Damian, he doesnt mean to be mean. ( surprisingly )
• billy is used to being the big kid stuck at the kids table, it’s funny that he’s actually the second oldest when he used to be the youngest. ( lace is like.. 27? shazam is 25.. nobody 24. & the supersons 22. pulled all those ages outta my ass. you’re welcome. )
• dinah is also their therapist. poor dinah.
• like really giving pity to dinah. but dinah loves those kids, she has known some since they were kids. she used to take damian out for ice cream and train with him, and also babysit him. ( AUNT DINAH IS MY FAVORITE GOODBYE ). and she did the same with Jon.
• dinah actually does help a lot of them get over their trauma, not completely, but most have finally spoken about it. they began talking after they all got hit with fear gas.
• that was a bad night.
• they had almost disbanded before when they thought lace had died by the hands of captain cold. they had been arguing all day, and if they didn’t, they might’ve saved him:
• but turns out he wasn’t dead.
• but the argument was still there, and it was strong. it took a while for them to actually work together without dinah forcing them.
• then soon came another new member after maya left to go do some undercover mission for the justice league regarding some alien tech being distributed some place. it was a sad goodbye, but she would be back and she would have a place here.
• welcoming: yara flor. yara was a bit headstrong and wild. damian has screamed at her a lot and almost got into a fist fight with her before being dragged off by his boyfriend 💋
• but she settled in fine. minus the fact damian really wanted to shove a batarang up— anyways. she just had to learn teamwork and shit, she was used to being a solo and she was somewhat new. so they helped her out and she became a solid member of the team.
• sometimes damian and jon just go and sit on a rooftop like they did as kids togeyher. just alone with each other. thinking about how their life changed so quickly.
Damian: i thought we’d ruin our fathers’ legacies and plummet to the ground.
Jon: *he coughed* ..what?
Damian: yeah. i didn’t think we’d get this far, but here we are.
Jon: of course we got this far, and we’re gonna get further.
Damian: i know.
• oh yeah. so. superman. fucking proposed after they defeated darkseid. ( the battle was long, so many people were left injured and on the brick of death, Damian and jon had been separated when it all started. Damian had stayed on earth at first before going to apokolips. Damn he hadn’t seen it since he got resurrected.
Darkseid: oh. I remember you.
Damian: mhm?
Darkseid: ah yes, the little boy who was resurrected here.. the chaos share, your father used it on you.
Damian: i know. i remember what happened. I was there afterall.
Darkseid: I wonder if you are as smart as the original batman.
Damian: i am.
• damian was buying time. he was waiting for reinforcements, namely the people who had powers and could take him down. damian wasn’t stupid. he realized darkseid liked to talk. his friends were fighting off the female furys or whatever they were called. he just had to wait and entertain.
Darkseid: quite the ego there.
Damian: i saved the justice league when i was 13, i deserve to have an ego.
Darkseid: oh, you are by far more talkative than the original.
Damian: thanks.
Darkseid: not a compliment, you fool.
• yeah so. darkseid tried to kill damian, with a beam thing. Damian was about to flip away like the baddie he is, but. jon. went out and yk. took the hit. dumbass.
Damian: you have such a big hero complex.
Jon: wow I just saved you and that’s what you say?????
Damian: yes.
• anyways, after they defeat darkseid, jon pops out a ring from his pocket and asks damian to marry him on apokolips.
Damian: you seriously couldn’t wait til we got on earth?
Jon: dames you almost died. what if- what if something happens, I’ve been putting this off for so long. cmon please?
Damian: you’re seriously asking me to marry you here where, I’m pretty sure, a lot of shit happened to our parents here.
Jon: no time like the present.
Damian: fair. okay.
Jon: just okay???
Damian: im sorry, do you want me to cry or something?
Jon: ughh, you can be so extra and petty sometimes.
Damian: i am not being petty.
Jon: just because I ask you to marry me here you wanna be like “okay” and that’s it
Damian: you’re so dramatic. I’ll marry you. I wanna marry you. Better?
Jon: yeah:)
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Miscalculation
Hey cuties! So, I have started writing fanfiction! I have been posting on both AO3 and Wattpad. Both links are in my linktree in my bio! But, I’d like to share my first one-shot here. Let me know what you all think!
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Let's be honest, The Finalizer is boring.
Not a, "Oh, it's a calm day with nothing to do, kind of boring." But more like, "I'm trapped on a steel death ship in the vacuum less mass of space" kind of boring.
Okay maybe that's because you are trapped. You have been trapped for what feels like months. In reality, it's been a few weeks and you're really close to going insane.
It was a small error that landed you here. A tiny miscalculation that landed you on the path of Snoke's little apprentice. Should you have double checked to make sure you had enough fuel to get back to D'Qar? Yes. Did you? No. Instead you waste your credits on some shitty fried food at the docking station on Coruscant and take off. This leaves you stranded on Jakku. Luck was clearly on your side that day because this was the exact day Snoke's dog sent his bitches out on a mission. There you are, in your X-Wing with what seems like the biggest bullseye on you.
It doesn't take them long to sniff you out. You're ripped out of the cockpit by a knight in an all black mask with long shields placed on either side. The knight drops you to the ground and you can immediately see you're outnumbered. Six large armored men have circled you. Okay, so the blaster you're pointing at the one who man-handled you probably wasn't going to do shit. But that doesn't stop you from holding your ground.
"I am not afraid to shoot. I will blast you all right now."
This earns a chuckle from the group. That first knight speaks up.
"You're stranded on this sand pile with no fuel. I doubt you have enough plasma to shoot half of us."
You huff at his comment but stand your ground, keeping the blaster pointed at him.
"Trudgen, just grab her and let's get back to the mission. Master can decide what to do with her."
You take note of that fucker's name as two of the other knights haul you up by your arms roughly. You're dragged to the ugliest ship you've ever seen in your life and thrown in a dingy compartment.
"We'll be back rebel scum. Don't try anything." Trudgen said as he placed your blaster on his belt. Not like he has enough weapons strapped to his body or anything. You roll your eyes and try to sit in a spot that isn't covered in dust.
"No promises."
And that's how you ended up on the Finalizer. You made the journey here hell for the knights. You did eventually learn the rest of their names after eavesdropping on their conversations. When you arrived Vicrul and Ap'lek placed your hands in binders and led you to an interrogation room. After you were strapped into the interrogation chair the knights made their way to leave.
"Uh, excuse me? Where the fuck are you guys going? You can't just strapped me in to this stupid chair, way too tightly might I add, and then leave without saying anything!"
Vicrul and Ap'lek share a look and then turn towards you.
"We aren't the ones interrogating you, scum. Master is interested in you." Vicrul says, shrugging his shoulders.
"I have no idea why. Not much to be interested in." Ap'lek mutters as he turns to leave again.
You rolled your eyes as both knights leave the room. So you would be getting the honor of meeting Snoke's apprentice. Wonderful. From what you learned being in the Resistance, Kylo Ren was an overgrown toddler with a laser sword. So the likelihood of you coming out of this interrogation alive was small.
You probably sit strapped to that stupid chair for hours before Commander Ren decides to stroll on in. He comes through the door swiftly, feet pounding on the ground loudly. He stops in front of you and gives you a quick once-over. The mask finally meets your eyes.
"Are we just going to stare at each other? Or are we going to get this over with?"
Kylo ball his hands into fists and begins to circle the interrogation chair.
"I don't think you are in any position to ask questions right now. What were you doing on Jakku?"
"Your little boy band didn't fill you in already? I got stranded on that shitty planet. Didn't exactly go there by choice."
He stops in front of you again.
"And why did you get stranded?"
You immediately think back to your little error. You feel even more stupid looking back on it. Admitting to it is not something you were looking to do right now. What the fuck was the point of this? Was he really just going to ask you trivial questions? You figured Snoke would have taught him better than this if he's really so powerful.
Kylo leans down quickly, grabbing the sides of the chair by your head. The sudden movement makes you jump, wrists smacking against the restraints.
"I can hear all of your thoughts. It would be wise to watch what you think. Now answer the question."
Of course he can hear your thoughts. He's a fucking force user. Rookie mistake on your part really. But the idea of him actually hearing every thought you think does unnerve you.
"I ran out of fuel. Had to make an emergency landing, okay? Is that answer good enough for you?"
Kylo finally leans back up. He stares down at you and even though he's wearing that stupid fucking mask you can just tell he's got a judgemental look on his face.
"What kind of pilot runs out of fuel?"
You begin to argue back but he stops you.
"Not a very good one. A good pilot would have checked that they had enough fuel to get to their next destination. A good pilot wouldn't have spent all of their credits."
"Listen you fu-"
"A good pilot would have landed near a fueling station, not in the middle of nowhere. But I guess that's my point. You aren't a good pilot. Another useless member of the Resistance. So breaking you down is going to be easier than I thought."
All you could do was stare at him. He read your thoughts. He already knew everything. He wanted to embarrass you, make you feel small. It worked for a second. But if you were going to die today, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing your embarrassment.
You square your jaw and look right into the eyes of his mask.
"That's where you're wrong, buddy."
Kylo leans down so his mouthpiece is by your ear and whispers, "We'll see about that, little one."
He stands back up and stomps out of the room quickly. Leaving you feeling shocked, angry, and oddly aroused.
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So to everyone's surprise you did not die that day. Instead Kylo had you placed in a cell and that's where you've been for weeks. Stormtroopers come and feed you or take you to a refresher to bathe. Commander Ren has stopped by a few times since your original meeting. Nothing much has come of those ones either. Mostly him staring at you and asking trivial questions. Which just agitates you.
You can't seem to figure him out. He hasn't asked anything regarding the Resistance. What is the point of keeping you prisoner if he isn't going to get any useful information from you? It doesn't sit well with you.
When he doesn't visit you're left alone. Staring at the same four walls does get boring eventually. You've taken to sitting near the door and trying to listen to the stormtroopers conversations. Sometimes bucket heads spill some interesting tea. You learned last week that General Hux once got a boner after getting choked by the Commander.
That's what you're doing currently. Listening to the chatter when you suddenly hear the distinct pounding of boots. The last you knew, the Commander was away on a mission with the knights. As the footsteps draw closer you move quickly to your feet and back away from the door. Kylo strides through the door, chest heaving and fists clenched. You can feel the anger rolling off of him. So you're guessing his little adventure didn't go so well.
His hand flies up quickly, using the force to choke you.
"How many times do I have to tell you to watch your thoughts?"
Okay, so he heard you. You really gotta work on monitoring that. Wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of a toddler tantrum.
Just as the thought crosses your mind you're dragged across the floor towards Kylo. Your toes just barely touching the ground as you move. His hand wraps around your throat and he leans his masked face down into your own.
"I've given you far too many warnings. Now you're going to be punished."
Your eyes go wide as you look up into the soulless mask. This is it. This is where you die. You're going to die at the hands of this fucker and even worse, you're turned on.
Kylo spins you around and pins you to the wall. He kicks your feet apart using his boot, shoving his knee between your legs. You feel his thigh rub against your core. It takes all your self control to stop yourself from grinding down on it. He can feel the arousal pouring from your body.
He pulls his hand from your neck and leans back.
"I'm afraid you're enjoying this too much, little one."
You take a deep breath to steady yourself, to no prevail of course. You can feel your heart hammering in your chest. But the anger from this whole situation has begun to build. You're sick and tired of being in this cell. You're enraged by his trivial fucking questioning. And now, he's teasing you. You've had enough of it. You are not going to be his toy.
"I'm not enjoying anything. Im stuck in this stupid cell guarded by bucket heads. You've done nothing but ask me useless fucking questions. What is the point of this? Why keep me around if I have no use?"
You watch as he reaches up quickly and yanks the mask off. You weren't sure what you were expecting. But it wasn't that. When you imagined the Commander of the First Order, you pictured some burnt deformed old man. Not a hot ass guy with perfect fucking hair.
He throws the mask off to the side and glares down at you.
"You've certainly got a use and now you're going to fulfill it."
Suddenly, you feel the most glorious swirling against your clit. You gasp and try to squirm away from him. He pins you harder against the wall and begins kissing up your neck. You begin to feel the pressure building just as he starts to remove your shirt.
"Fuck, I don't know what you're doing. But don't stop." You pant out.
Just as the words leave your mouth the swirling stops.
"What the actual fuck?"
"You didn't think I'd just let you cum, did you? This is a punishment."
That is the final straw. You were so close to ecstasy. So close to release. You have had enough of this little twat. You collect yourself and use all the strength you can to push him away from you.
"Enough fucking games. I'm not some toy to be played with. Either show me the reason I'm still here or kill me already!"
Commander Ren is quick. If you weren't aware of his position, you'd think he was a bounty hunter with how fast he can move. So fast in fact, that he has you pinned face down on your shitty cot before you can think. You're bent over with your hands held in his fist behind you. You try to squirm but only end up grinding your ass back into him. Either that's his lightsaber or he's really excited to see you.
"Who is the general of the Resistance?"
The question catches you off guard. Why the fuck is he asking you his trivial questions now? Of all fucking times. He certainly knows the answer to this one, so what's the point of this?
You must have been stuck in your thoughts for too long, because a strong slap comes across your left ass cheek. The sound echoes throughout the tiny cell and you're certain the stormtroopers outside heard it.
"Answer the question."
"Uh, General Organa. She's your mom, right?"
Stupid response. He grabs a fist full of your hair and yanks your head back. He growls in your ear, "I would advise you shut the fuck up. Stop being a little brat and cooperate or this will only get worse."
Kylo releases your hair and holds you down with the force. He yanks down your pants, revealing your slick soaked panties to the room. Kylo looks down and smirks.
"You're drenched. Bent over and pussy wet for the enemy. What kind of pilot would do that?"
He lands another hard slap to your right cheek this time. Giving it a small kneed afterwards.
"Oh that's right. Not a very good one."
You try to move against the force hold but it's no use. He's got the upper hand here. But you're not going to let him degrade you like that.
"That's rich coming from Snoke's little bitch."
His fist is back in your hair and his other grabs your hip, pulling you back against him. He grinds himself into you and groans out, "You're going to regret that, little one."
Kylo pulls himself away enough to pull down your panties. You feel his gloved finger glide through your slick down to your bundle of nerves. You gasp and wiggle your hips back towards him trying to gain more friction.
"What is your squadron?"
Not this bullshit again. He's playing with your pussy and asking you these dumbass questions? He pulls his hand away and lands a slap to your pussy, causing your legs to shake.
"I hate repeating myself, so answer the fucking question."
Your head is spinning and your pussy is clenching around nothing. You have no clue what the point of these questions are but you'll do anything to get him to touch you again.
"Blue Squadron! Fuck."
Kylo's hand comes back to you, this time bare. He begins rubbing slow circles around your nub, applying the perfect amount of pressure.
"Now that's a good girl. Keep answering your Commander and you'll get rewarded."
"You're not my fucking commander." You gasp as he inserts two thick fingers into your needy hole. "My commander is Poe Dameron."
You realize what you've said after it's too late. It's not exactly classified information. But it's certainly not something you should be sharing with the enemy. You've got to get it together if you're going to make it through this little visit.
"Dameron, hm? Interesting."
You hear the sound of his belt buckle and zipper coming undone. He releases his long, girthy cock from the confines of his pants. It lands on your ass as Kylo grabs hold of both your hips.
"Are you ready for your punishment? I'm going to destroy this little cunt."
You arch your back, pushing your ass up. "I really doubt that. But you can try."
With our warning, Kylo buries his whole length in your wet heat. You gasp as he knocks the air out of your lungs, taking you by surprise. He begins thrusting into you at a slow pace, taking his time. You can feel every glorious inch of him, from tip to hilt.
You moan out and wiggle your hips, trying to get him to speed up. "If you're going to punish me, you'll have to try harder than this."
He snarls at your comment, squeezing your hips and picking up the pace. The little cell is filled with the sounds of your breathy moans, his grunts, and skin slapping. You get so lost in the pleasure you nearly miss him speaking to you.
"Where is the Resistance base?"
You almost answer. You almost let that information slide, forgetting where you are and whose cock is buried inside you. But then it all clicks. He's trying to distract you for information. Nice fucking try Commander Cunt.
"Fuck off."
Kylo grunts and releases one of your hips to instead grab a fistful of your hand. He yanks your head back and forces your back to arch further, making his cock reach deeper inside your pussy. Kylo begins pounding into you, each thrust hitting your sweet spot.
"Where the fuck is the Resistance base?"
Your moans are loud at this point. You couldn't care less about the stormtroopers outside hearing you. This all feels too good. But you aren't going to give in to him this easy. The resistance is counting on you. You are not some weak pilot that gives in to this moody bitch.
"Fuck. Off." You moan out in response.
Kylo's other hand leaves your hip and snakes down your front. He begins rubbing fast circles against your clit. You scream as you feel the pressure beginning to build again.
"Tell me where the fucking base is, pet."
You scream out in pleasure and frustration. You're so close. Just teetering on the edge. You so badly want to let go. So you crack.
"Fuck! Fine! D'Qar! The resistance base is on D'Qar! Please just let me come! Please!"
Kylo smirks, knowing he's won. He picks up the pace on your clit and groans out, "That's right, now be a good girl and cum all over my cock."
That was all you needed. You screamed in ecstasy, "Yes, fuck Kylo!"
Your pussy clenched around him as you came, your juices covering him. Kylo grunted, fucking you through your orgasm.
Soon after you came down from your high, you felt his cock twitch inside you. Kylo quickly pulled out of you and yanked you up by your hair.
"On your knees and mouth open, rebel bitch."
You quickly dropped to your knees and did just as he said, closing your eyes. Kylo pumped his cock over your face, using your slick and cum as lube. He threw his head back and let out a feral groan. Strings of his milky seed covering your face.
Once he was finished, you swallow what had gotten in your mouth and began wiping the rest off your face, licking it from your fingers. Fuck he tastes delicious. When you could finally open your eyes, he was already by the door. He had tucked himself away and put his glove back on. Kylo grabbed his helmet and looked back at you.
"Just as I thought. You're a useless Resistance member. So easy to destroy."
You sit there stunned by his words, letting everything that had just happened sink in.
"It has been fun breaking you, little one."
With one last look, Kylo places his helmet back on his head and walks out of the cell.
You stare at the door and replay his words. Maybe you were a shitty Resistance member. Others probably wouldn't have broken that easily, or at all. But with some of his cum drying on your face and a satisfied feeling, you can't find it in you to care.
You're secretly hoping Commander Ren needs more information. You might come to enjoy his little visits.
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I hope everyone enjoyed! If you all are interested, I can post on here more. Let me know!
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Maybe some Kuroo x Male reader,, I just need some of my boy 😩
Of course !!! Kuroos the HOMIE I tell you-
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Kuroo x reader - I’m not gay
⚠️ Warnings - Confused reader, pretty much none
Prounouns - Male, He/Him
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I’m not gay,
is what (y/n) told himself, at age 7.
He was over at his friends house, deciding on a movie to watch before they had to go to sleep.
When he held up a rather feminine looking cd, one of them snickered, and the other didn’t even spare it a glance.
“(Y/n)- thats for girls!”
“I-I know that! Shut up! It...it looked interesting...”
“Kuroo-give (y/n) a break...” Kenma murmured, looking up from his Ds briefly.
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I’m not gay,
Is what (y/n) told himself, in his third year of Junior high school.
He wasn’t going to lie when he said he was a bit curious about the topic, but he’d never considered himself being attracted to the same gender.
Which is why he asked his close female friend if he could kiss her.
It was an odd question, but (y/n) needed to settle something within himself. Just a quick peck on the lips to see if the feelings would go away.
(Y/n) was rather surprised when she nodded yes, because people usually say no when people ask you to kiss them. But he wasn’t disappointed, no.
She leaned up on her tippy toes, pressing a chaste kiss onto (y/n’s) lips, before settling back down on the balls of her feet and hiding her flushed face with the mass of her uniforms sleeves. She peeked through her fingers to see (y/n’s) eyes fixed on the ground in front of him, with a distasteful frown gracing his features.
That didn’t feel right, (y/n) thought.
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I’m...im not....
Is what (Y/n) told himself, during his second year of high school.
He was in the volleyball club in his school, and the intrusive thoughts hadn’t cross his mind since back in junior high. It was actually going pretty good.
He only had one girlfriend the entire time he was in high school, but he ended it pretty quickly to focus on himself, his feelings, and building Nekoma’s defense. (Hell yeah, sports!!)
Nekoma had a training camp where other schools were invited, which is how he found himself sitting in a circle with a few other teammates and managers, playing ‘never have I ever’.
Most of Nekoma was crowded in the circle, with some stragglers from fukurodani, and Tanaka with Nishinoya and Hinata.
The managers from other schools, both fukurodani’s managers, along with Kyoko and Yachi were there too. (Y/n) was pretty sure that Tanaka, Nishinoya, and maybe Yamamoto were only there to “protect Kiyoko Senpai”, but hey, at least they had more players that way.
People went around saying things like “never have I ever cheated on an exam”, “never have I ever served straight to the libero,” or “never have I ever been the cause of bokutos emo mode”
(That question itself put bokuto in his emo mode)
(Y/n) was the only one who had all fingers up, followed by Kuroo, who had only 2 fingers down, then Akaashi, with 4 fingers down.
It was going pretty smoothly until Yukie, one of Fukurodani’s managers, asked,
“Never have I ever had a crush on someone in this circle.”
Not many people put a finger down, but the question made (y/n’s) questionable thoughts come back in a flash. It forced him to think if he did find any of the girls in the circle attractive, and after ruling all them out, he, half jokingly, turned his attention to the boys.
His eyes drifted from each of the volleyball players, until his eyes landed on Kuroo.
Kuroo. One of his childhood friends. Someone he, regretfully, considered attractive. I mean, he had a nice build, he was in the college preparatory classes, and his thighs could crush-
No, shut up. He’s a man.
You’re a man.
....What the fuck?
(Y/n) didn’t even notice his finger fold itself in, until everyone gasped and started berating him with squeals and questions.
“Who is it?!?”
“It better not be Kiyoko Senpai!”
“It has to be to be Kaori, (Y/n’s) been talking to her alooooot lately!”
He couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose at the idea of dating one of Fukurodani’s managers.
“It’s...it’s not Kaori, no offense but I’d never date Kaori...” (Y/n) mused out as nonchalantly as he could. The second those words flew out of his mouth, he regretted not pretending it was Kaori, so they could drop the topic.
Everyone’s comments went in one of (y/n’s) ear and out the other, until yaku cleared his throat and said,
“If it’s not any of the managers, is it a guy then?”
All of the questions died down almost instantly. (Y/n) felt his blood ran cold.
“I mean...is it?” Akaashi broke the silence, maintaining direct eye contact with (y/n).
I’m not too sure with myself, (y/n) thought, chuckling dryly.
With (y/n’s) answer, or lack thereof, everyone started listing off the boys names or saying “is it me?? If it is sorry dude! Haha..” or some variations of that.
(Y/n) felt like he was going to combust with all the “is it —?’s” and “is it me’s??” He never wanted to think about it again, yet here he was, being-
“Is it Kuroo?” Bokuto grinned, half joking, gesturing to the 3rd year sitting right next to him.
(Y/n’s) eyes widened comically. Was it Kuroo?
He wasn’t sure why this one flushed him so bad. His hands started trembling from their spot in the air, and a red tint spread across his face like a virus. He knew he admired his captain, but having a full blown crush on him? He didn’t dare look up at everyone’s prying gaze, instead suddenly finding immense interest in a broken seam in his red volleyball shorts.
“Oh my god, it is Kuroo!” Someone squealed, probably someone like Bokuto. All their voices seemed to merge together and sound the same. People were gasping, nudging (y/n’s) shoulder, or saying stuff like “I support you!!” Or “you too would be soooo cute together!”
(Y/n) brought his fingers down and entangled them in his sweaty hair. “I’m..I’m not gay. I’m not...” (Y/n) rasped out defensively, trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
Warm hands grasped his wrists, pulling them away from (y/n) gently, forcing him to look up. Kuroo held a shit eating grin that made (y/n’s) stomach churn in both a good way and a horrible, horrible way.
“Oi oi, it’s ok to like boys (y/n)-what, are you in denial or someth-“
“Shut up! I’m straight, and I don’t like you! Don’t touch me!” (Y/n) suddenly lashed out, whipping his wrists out from Kuroo’s hold. He stood up abruptly, choked out a weak “I’m gonna get some fresh air” and staggered out of the room.
No one seemed to notice that Kuroo had put a finger down, as well.
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Im not gay. I’m not gay. I’m not gay.
Is what (y/n) repeatedly told himself, in the bathroom.
(Y/n) threw water onto his face, before slapping his cheeks as hard as he can. He then backed into the bathroom wall and let himself sink down to the cold floor tiles.
“Goddamit...nnNNFUCK!” (Y/n) dug both his fists into the dirty bathroom floor. His hands stung from the impact. A sigh escaped from his lips as he hid his sopping wet face into his hands.
“What...the fuck...I’m not...they’re just...just stupid! Yeah! They’re stupid and I don’t have a crush on stupid Kuroo! Yeah! Y-Yeah..! .....Yeah...”
He sat in silence for what seemed like forever, before he got sick of listening to his own thoughts. He shakily brought himself up to his feet, and exited the bathroom.
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Im not gay,
Is what (y/n) told himself, more calmly than before, heading towards the sleeping rooms with a stable smile.
He almost made it scott-free before he felt a hand firmly grasp his shoulder.
“Hey.”
(Y/n) didn’t dare to turn around.
“I...they..might’ve jumped to conclusions, but I really need to know.”
Do you now? Cause I’d like to know, too.
A heavy silence consumed both of them whole. Kuroo forced (y/n) to turn around, tilting his head up with his finger.
“Do you like me.” It was more like a statement than a question.
“I...i don’t know? I think? Maybe?? I-I’m not sure...” Kuroos serious gaze boor holes into (y/n’s) face.
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t know! I mean-I’ve always thought about it, but I never considered that I could be...y’know...and I never really thought about you like that till Bokuto brought it up...”
Kuroo was tacken aback by the sudden raise in pitch, but quickly regained his neutral expression.
“Kiss me.”
It was (Y/n’s) turn to be shocked.
“What-“
“You heard me.”
“You can’t be serious,” (y/n) awkwardly chuckled. He ran fingers through his hair. “Kuroo, hey-“
The middle blocker grabbed hold of the (h/c) boy. He yelped and struggled in his grasp, but Kuroo held his hand firm.
“You don’t know how you feel about me, right? Do you want your answer or not?”
It was rare moments like these where Kuroo wasn’t being smug, or wearing his shit-eating grin, that ignited a confusing flame inside (y/n’s) chest and/or dick. (Y/n) let out a shaky breath.
“Yeah, fine-whatever lets get it over with.” (Y/n) grumbled, red in the face.
Kuroo took hold of (y/n’s) chin with his thumb and index finger, and snaked his other arm around the boys waist. He leaned in slowly, letting their lips meet in the middle.
This didn’t feel similar to the kiss he had in junior high. It felt better. It didn’t feel forced or boring like it did when he kissed that girl, this one feels nice. (Y/n) let his eyes flutter closed while he clutched Kuroos shoulders weakly.
Kuroo began to pull away, but (y/n) whimpered and lunged forward to connect their lips once more. It was a sensation that he never wanted to let go of, but of course, air was also something he couldn’t live without.
They pulled away simultaneously, (y/n) very obviously heaving while Kuroo let out a few deep exhales.
“So...” Kuroo said, wiping spit from his swollen red lips. “How do-“
“I love you.” (Y/n) said, testing the words out on his tongue.
“Hm?” Kuroos vague response dug a pit into (y/n’s) stomach. Did I misread this situation?
(Y/n) broke into a cold sweat. “Aah...I mean-I think, no hard feelings if you don’t like dudes-I mean I just found out myself so it’s all good-“ Kuroos booming, stupid hyena laugh broke (y/n) out of his rambling session. (Y/n) looked up at the middle blocker, and slowly relaxed and let himself smile at his antics.
“You really think too much...” Kuroo said, wiping an invisible tear from his eye. “Don’t worry, I like you too~”
He patted the boy on his head, as (y/n’s) cheeks flushed involuntarily.
I could be gay,
(Y/n) told himself, hand in hand with his newly found boyfriend, Kuroo Tetsurō.
And that’s fine by me.
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Extra:
“Get it, (y/n)! Kuroo! Use a condom boys!” Bokuto yelled, from behind a gym wall with Akaashi. The two turned around, surprised.
“Sorry. Bokuto was curious when you said ‘I need to find my new boyfriend, I’ll be right back’, and left.” Akaashi said, fiddling with his ring finger.
“It’s fine. I wasn’t lying when I said ‘new boyfriend’ though, huh, (Y/n)?” Kuroo smirked, slapping his ‘new boyfriend’ firm on the ass. (Y/n) gave a yelp before blushing and clutching the spot where Kuroo smacked.
It would’ve been fine if it was a normal person who slapped him, but in his case, it wasn’t.
But let me tell you, volleyball players spikes are very, very hard. And Kuroo was no exception.
There was a hand-shaped mark on (Y/n’s) ass for a week straight.
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ok im not a writer but i had to get this out of my head; bakusquad being at a bar, and kirishima is being hit on pretty big time by this guy. Kiri is too damn nice to turn him down bluntly but he is trying to get away (arms up, awkaward smile). Bakugou sees and steps in, playing kiri’s boyfriend in order to get the guy away. just bakugou having a kind of smug attitude, them kinda playing of the boyfriend thing for the rest of the night 👀 idk i have nothing else but i cant get the scene out of my head
(Kiribaku Drabble Prompt)
this might not be exactly what you asked for but i got the idea while reading this and just went for it. i hope you enjoy anyway x
Katsuki’s never liked the bar. Every surface was sticky, the music was horrible, the people were obnoxious, the drinks were always unnecessarily priced, and it was too damn dark in here - where the fuck were all the lights?
He’s never liked going out to the bar and he’s told anyone who would listen to him how much he hated being there but it was just like them not to care. He didn’t even know why he hung out with these idiots; Pinky with her constant stream of useless gossip, Dunceface being the most obvious thirst trap to any girl that walked by, and Sero...
Fine, Sero was decent. But just Sero. The others could go fuck themselves for all Katsuki cared.
Someone bumped into his shoulder as they sizzled passed him at the bar and he growled lowly like some irate dog, gripping his drink harder until his knuckles turned white. God he wanted to fight somebody. Why couldn’t a villain appear and save him from this stupid night?
“Woah, calm down Cujo,” Jirou mocked as she appeared beside him, sipping on a glass of water and looking just as bored as he felt. “Down boy, down. He’s not worth it.”
Katsuki glared at her over the top of his drink. “Fuck off, you’re lucky I can fucking tolerate you or I’d smash your face against this bar top.”
Jirou shrugged his comment off as though he hadn’t even spoken. “Have you seen Kirishima anywhere? I’m supposed to drive them all home tonight and I’m not about to get blamed for being a bad friend just cause one of them fucked off without telling us.”
Katsuki shifted uncomfortably, pressing his lower back harder into the bar top behind him. “The fuck would I know where he is?” he grumbled into his drink, turning his eyes away.
Jirou raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “Cause you guys come as some sort of packaged deal? Like a two-for-one bargain sale or something?”
Katsuki downed the rest of his drink in lieu of answering. He and Kirishima weren’t fighting - they weren’t. They just... weren’t talking at the moment. Which was fine, why would Katsuki care? Why would he give a fuck that he asked Kirishima to partner with him, to form their own joint agency, and Kirishima had turned him down? It was a stupid, childish idea anyway.
“Wow, you’re like, the worst liar I’ve ever met in my life,” Jirou commented, and for a moment, Katsuki seriously considered that Jirou might be able to read his mind. She’s kind of quirky and weird like that; it was possible. “Your face looks constipated just thinking about him. What happened between you two?”
Katsuki snarled and slammed his empty glass down onto the bar behind him. “Fucking nothing, mind your damn business,” he spat.
“Whatever. Can you please just go and find him? I’m on toddler watch,” she waved a dismissive hand at the group on the other side of the room; where it looked like Pinky was thoroughly egging Dunceface on to do something stupid while Sero video-taped it on his phone.
“Fucking fine.” He pushed himself away from the counter and started off into the crowd for the other side of the room, elbowing people out of his way and ignoring their grunts and complaints as he went.
Of course, Kirishima would be the one to disappear on them, and of course it had to be Katsuki that went and found him. This was starting to become a routine for them, and Katsuki was beginning to grow tired of it. If Kirishima wanted to be away from them so bad, wanted to be away from him so bad, then he might as well just come right out and fucking say it. Katsuki could take it - he was twenty-fucking-three years old, he wasn’t a child anymore and Kirishima didn’t have to worry so damn much about hurting his feelings - which he didn’t even have, thank you very much.
It was a hero partnership, not a fucking proposal. Fucking idiot.
Katsuki didn’t know how long he was looking when he suddenly stumbled across the scene in front of him.
Kirishima had his back to him, a hand resting awkwardly on his neck like he did when he was trying to stumble his way through some kind of horrid excuse. His other hand was gripping his drink tight enough to break glass, and yet, his smile was still just as wide and bright as usual. Probably nobody else would be able to decipher how fucking uncomfortable Kirishima was right now, but Katsuki had spent nearly every single day with him for the past eight years, and he knew when Kirishima was going into fight-or-flight mode.
Fucking... why did he always get himself into these dumbass situations?
The guy Kirishima was talking to obviously wasn’t taking the hint; not that there was even one to get. But Katsuki could see all the hints clear as day; the subtle way Kirishima leaned back on his heels - as though to put distance between them without seeming rude or whatever the fuck he was so afraid of people thinking - the way he didn’t make eye contact and instead chose to let his gaze wander, as though he were looking for an escape route. Shit. Kirishima really dug his own grave with this one, didn’t he? There was no way he was getting out of there alone.
Katsuki scowled and turned to the bartender cleaning a table beside him. “One scotch, hurry,” he handed the man a bill that was probably more than the drink would cost but whatever. The bartender grabbed the money and hurried for the bar. A minute later he arrived back at Katsuki’s side, holding out the drink and some change. Katsuki grabbed the glass and walked away without looking at him.
He took a long pull from his drink before he rolled his shoulders and tried not to let his ‘fuck-off-I’ll-kill-you’ vibes roll off of him too obviously as he appeared by Kirishima’s side, catching the tail end of their conversation, which was just about as cringy as he thought it would be.
“... beautiful view of the city from the balcony window,” the guy was saying, no doubt boasting about some penthouse suite or something similar that he was about to invite Kirishima back to. Fucking just slice Katsuki’s throat right now.
“That sounds... amazing,” Kirishima was saying, stilted and forced as he took another desperate drink from his dumb mojito or whatever it was called.
“Not as amazing as the view from our new office building, of course,” Katsuki cut in, startling Kirishima and pulling a very obvious glare of distaste from the man trying to woo him. As if that would ever work. The dude barely came up to Kirishima’s shoulders and he definitely wouldn’t be able to bench press Kirishima like Katsuki could. Totally not fucking manly.
“Our... office,” Kirishima repeated slowly, gazing at him with wide eyes.
Katsuki cocked an eyebrow at him as he took a slow sip from his drink before he plastered on the most relaxed smirk he could muster over top of the boiling rage he felt building in the pit of his stomach. “Perfect landscape of that mountain range across town, sunrises and sunsets like you wouldn’t fucking believe.”
“You two are heroes?” The man asked stupidly and Katsuki resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew they were heroes, obviously knew it by the way he was practically cornering Kirishima in this bar.
“Top heroes,” Kirishima supplied, gesturing to Katsuki. “I’m sure you’ve heard of Ground Zero.”
The man’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second and suddenly the smirk on Katsuki’s face was much more authentic than before. “Of course, number nine by age 23, if the rankings are accurate.”
“They are,” Katsuki said.
The man scrutinized them over the top of his glass as he took a drink - some pink concoction that physically made Katsuki sick just looking at it. “You’re starting a joint agency?”
Kirishima opened his mouth and Katsuki cut in before he could say anything.
“Of course. Being a hero is a very time consuming job, it only makes sense to start an agency together to be able to spend more time with my fiance,” even as the words came out smooth and steady, Katsuki really had to fight the blush from mounting up the back of his neck. Kirishima sputtered beside him, quickly covering it by taking a sip from his drink as his cheeks dusted a bright red.
The man’s eyebrows leaped up into his hairline as he took a discreet step away from Kirishima. “Fiance? I... wasn’t aware... I hadn’t heard anything -”
“You think I’d tell the fucking media anything about my personal life? Bunch of fucking vultures,” Katsuki grumbled, with feeling.
“Still,” the man was looking at him as though he wasn’t fully convinced. “You’re a household name at this point, surely someone would have -”
“You calling me a fucking liar?” Katsuki stepped forward and right on cue, just like he knew he would, Kirishima put a placating hand on his chest to hold him back. The action was enough to draw the man’s attention to the point of contact, and Katsuki tried not to think about how fast his heart was racing in his chest. If Kirishima felt it, he didn’t show it.
“Calm down Bak- babe, I’m sure he... didn’t mean anything by it.”
The man raised his hands and nodded. “Sorry for the intrusion,” he excused himself quickly before he turned and hurried off with his tail between his legs. Katsuki smirked after his retreating figure. Sometimes it bothered him how many times people compared his behavior to villains, but sometimes, like this very moment, he loved how terrified everyone was of him.
Well... everyone except -
“Wow, fiance? Really? You couldn’t have come up with anything else?” Kirishima floundered, his face red as he took a long drink from his glass.
“I wouldn’t have had to if you’d just told him to fuck off like you so obviously wanted to,” Katsuki snapped, turning towards him with a glare.
Kirishima ignored his quip, as he usually did. “You know he’s going to be telling people,” he mumbled into his drink, not catching Katsuki’s eye.
“Would that be the end of the fucking world?”
Kirishima’s eyes snapped back to look at him. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
Katsuki tensed and took another sip of his drink. It burned down into his stomach and quarreled the anger he felt growing there. “I never know what the fuck you mean anymore,” he growled lowly.
Kirishima sighed and it was only then that Katsuki realized how close they were still standing to each other. “You don’t want me in your agency, Bakugou...”
Katsuki glared at that. “Who the fuck says that I don’t? I’m the one that asked you.”
“Because of a throw away comment someone made about us in high school man,” Kirishima tried to reason with him, as he always did. “You’re a top ten hero now, and I’m just...”
Oh. Katsuki scowled hard. “Is that really what this has been about? You don’t think you’re fucking good enough or some shit?”
Kirishima drank instead of answering, his bright eyes darting around the room instead of looking at him. Katsuki stepped closer into his space to force his attention onto him.
“If I didn’t want you fighting with me, I wouldn’t fucking ask Kirishima.”
“But you and Midoriya -”
“I don’t want to fucking hear it!” Katsuki snapped. “We had a few good fights, sure, but that doesn’t fucking mean anything. You think I want to share my fucking glory with Deku? With anyone?” Kirishima still didn’t look convinced. Katsuki sighed a harsh breath out of his flared nostrils. “It’s always been you, Eijirou. Kamino, team work, agencies, it’s always been you. It has to be you.”
Kirishima blinked at him, the blush that had started to recede on his face suddenly came back full force. He chuckled into his drink and Katsuki smirked a little at the familiar action. It’d been a few weeks since Kirishima had laughed around him.
“You’re so dramatic dude,” Kirishima teased.
“You like drama, what the fuck do you want from me? It’s the only way to get anything into your thick skull. I gotta come up with dumbass manly speeches like every other fucking week.”
Kirishima laughed again, his cheeks a pretty red that complimented his stupid hair and made his eyes look like they could glow in the damn dark. “Does it really have a view of the mountain?”
Katsuki smirked. “Like you wouldn’t fucking believe. You’ll be sending me pictures of it every damn day.”
Kirishima smiled at that. “When can I go see it?”
Katsuki slammed his drink down on the table. “Right fucking now, thank god, I hate this damn place.” He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, startling some people near them and easily pulling Jirou’s attention away from her phone. “I’m taking this idiot,” he yelled out to her, gesturing to Kirishima, who laughed with embarrassment at all of the eyes suddenly turned on them.
“Dude, holy shit, can’t you do anything quietly?”
“Tch. No damn point in that.”
“Are you sure you’re not the one that likes drama?”
“Fuck off.” Katsuki’s never been so thankful to leave a fucking bar.
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ur slenderverse ocs r so cool !!!! do u know what the deal is with archies masked state? how did she get the scar on her forehead? whats her and martinas relationship like? i love her cargo shorts :D
aaaaaa tysm for your interest!!! im happy you think they're cool :]
i really need to brush up on my slenderverse lore to learn what's possible and what's not, so none of this is exactly set in stone, but the gist of it should be pretty steady. and im gonna stick it under a readmore cause it is so long, dear god
so archie was super into ghost hunting/paranormal investigation stuff. she had a youtube channel where she would explore old abandoned buildings, capturing the graffiti littering the walls and the decaying state of it all whilst parkouring her around obstacles and whatnot. they were definitely the kind of places that'll give you tetanus if you look at them the wrong way, but archie's kind of an adrenaline junkie, so that only added to the whole experience
i'd say it was during one of these "tours"--possibly somewhere they went in mh? i dont think shes from alabama necessarily but she travels a lot--where she first encountered the operator.
now, archie's not stupid, she just doesn't have a lot of self preservation. so, the first thing she thought when she saw him wasn't "oh god im going to die" or, you know, anything rational, but rather "oh sweet this is going to be such good content."
so she starts actively seeking him out, posting videos on her encournters--and they rake in the views!--thinking he's like. a ghost or poltergeist or smth. and then she contracts the Sickness, and then she starts doing research, and she realizes how fucked she is
she's not always had the best mental health, so being more forgetful or irritable or even paranoid wasn't like. super surprising or anything, but then she starts coughing up blood and feeling psychically ill and actually losing time--whole days gone, and she always wakes up somewhere she's never been before--then she's scrambling to find solutions.
essentially, it gets worse and worse, spiraling even further out of her control, and she loses more and more time with each passing day. at some point, when she's at the end of her rope, sitting in the middle of some dusty asylum, exhaustion weighing down her every thought, she just tries to like. cut it out of her head (hence the scar)? the Sickness or the pain that she can feel sitting in there like a live thing. anyway, she passes out before she can hit anything vital but. the emotional damage is still done
she and martina meet because they are both looking for answers to similar questions, probably on a shady forum of some sort. (martina is looking for another oc of mine, barry, who i haven't revealed anything about yet :]). they were just going to meet up to exchange information--and honestly archie was ready to give up on herself, just walk into the woods and never come out, because she wasnt getting any better, so she might as well leave all of what she found (useless as it may be) to someone who can use it, you know?--but the two of them realized that, oh yeah, human connection is not only enjoyable, but necessary. so they decided to stick together and martina helped get archies masked state under control and they are best friends. and also maybe in love????? i have no idea lol
and archie would be happy to know you love her cargo shorts. she thinks not enough people understand the perfection of cargo shorts. she owns so many cargo shorts and all of them have baggies full of trail mix in the pockets
#slenderverse#oc time#archie bosen#martina lyons#tw self harm#i guess?? idk trying to cover my bases i suppose#like it fits but not necessarily in the traditional sense#or maybe my perception's warped idk#sorry this is so long btw i have Cant Shut Up disease#like genuinely i had to cut some stuff and its still This Long#le sigh
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Could you write some Akutagawa Ryunosuke fluff? Like what being his girlfriend would be like?
Of course!
Akutagawa relationship headcanon
- To be honest, the only way you’d ever be able to truly interact with him is if you were in the mafia, so let’s say you were in the mafia!
- You took on the secretary position in the mafia hierarchy, so you often saw off Akutagawa on missions and met with him for briefings.
- Babie Aku here would never voice it, but he honestly thought you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen!
- The first time he saw you, he stuttered. That’s right folks, the great Akutagawa Ryunosuke stuttered!!
- Eventually after frequent meetings with you over the span of a few months, Aku mustered up the courage to ask you to go out with him <3
- It went a little something like this:
“Akutagawa-san... why aren’t you saying anything?”
“.......Uh”
“Are you sick? You look really pale right now--”
“IWANTYOUTOGOOUTWITHME”
“...”
“...”
“What”
- anyways hes a dumbass but hes gonna be the best boy 4 u owo
- This poor boy literally doesn’t know what he’s doing
- He’s never experienced romantic attraction until now, so as you can expect he’s having an internal battle on who the hell he’s supposed to ask
- Eventually he settles on Chuuya, the master of being suave lmao
- With his help, he at least sort of has a clue on wtf to do when he’s with you
- The first couple months of dating he was struggling really hard to at least display some physical form of affection
- When you saw him nervously shaking while gripping your hand you had to reassure him that he didn’t have to force himself to be so touchy
- And that’s when Aku realized how much you meant to him; you genuinely cared about him and wanted him to feel comfortable when with you, you didn’t force him to do something he didn’t want
- For the time being he just wanted to hold pinkies with you, nothing more
- But let’s be honest, this boy is literally touchstarved, at that point he just wasn’t used to the idea of physical affection
- So eventually he decided that he was okay with you touching him
- It sort of started with him shuffling over to sit next to you while you were on your phone, and he just suddenly put his chin on your shoulder and started pouting at you
“...Aku? What’s up sweetie?”
“Pats. Now.”
- Literally deadpanned that part LMAO
- He loves loves LOVES when you pat his head or pet his hair
- He likes lying on your lap while you play with his hair, it’s really soothing
- Also loves back rubs uwu
- Likes forehead kissies too, his eyes light up when u do that so pls always give him a forehead kissy thank u
- He’s really scared of baths so you have to be understanding with him on that part
- You have to call Chuuya to help him clean himself bc he’s just not ready to be that vulnerable around you
- But maybe 5-6 months into the relationship he starts letting his guard down around you and building up his trust with you (being his gf requires patience, he has a lot of trauma)
- You’ll encourage him to start to relax when he’s in the bath while you clean him
- He especially likes when you’re scrubbing his back or putting shampoo in his hair because it’s like when you’re giving him back rubs or hair pets
- He’s like a puppy tbh
- At this point he’s definitely okay with hand holding
- That’s sort of like his go-to when comforting you
- If you’re feeling sad or crying he’ll just hold both of your hands while his thumbs rub the back of your hands until you feel better <333
- When he’s feeling sad he tends to hide mask his emotions with his tsundere vibe and you have to talk to him about not bottling up his emotions bc that’s his bad habit >:((
- When he cries it’s heartbreaking, but not to worry bc a back rub and a kiss on the head does wonders to make him feel better!!
- You tell him it’s okay to share his insecurities with you bc love requires trust!
- He’ll start warming up to that idea slowly, and he’ll start getting used to venting to you
- Maybe a year or so into your relationship he finally gets used to full on cuddling and kisses
- NO PDA though, he absolutely hates PDA, he doesn’t like looking vulnerable to others.
- When you’re out on a date, the most you’ll get is holding hands, and if you’re lucky a peck on the cheek
- Speaking of dates, he likes going to places with fewer people, such as the theater, private karaoke rooms, and small cafes. By the way, he’s surprisingly good at singing when you go on a karaoke date, and he’s always up for doing some stupid songs if it means it’ll make you smile <3
- When you’re alone together he likes giving you back hugs
- Sleepy babie Aku waking up to you preparing breakfast and giving u a sleepy backhug in his pajamas :(((
- He likes letting you lay on him while you guys are relaxing on the couch, playing with your hair and occasionally giving you a kiss on the head, talking about whatever you want
- Sometimes if he’s in a good mood he’ll cup your cheeks and give you a kiss on the forehead and nose, grin, and walk away and you just smile bc hes the most adorable thing in this fucking universe
- You lead the kisses bc he’s not used to that stuff, and you make sure to be really gentle bc this guy has been hurt way too many times, he’s rlly scared
- The best way to ease him into a kiss is by running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp, and he’ll easily lean into your touch
- Pepper his face with some little kisses and slowly, slowly guide his lips to yours
- Kissing and makeout seshes are really soft, those are intimate times where you pour out your love and trust for each other
- Loves having you on his lap while kissing, he gets to hold you close to him and he feels stronger with you in his arms, he feels like he’s protecting you and that way he doesn’t feel so bad when you’re always caring for him
- He also loves laying side by side with you when cuddling; he loves being cradled in your arms while you look lovingly into his eyes and stroke his cheek and hair before pressing a little kiss to his nose followed by a really soft “I love you”
- That’s when he smiles softly and buries his face into your neck bc he’s so so in love with you im actually crying help me pls
- When you sleep, he is the little spoon. No I do not take constructive criticism
- Sing him a lullaby, press a goodnight kiss to his neck and wrap your arms around him and he is off to dreamland
- I’m pretty sure he has nightmares often, so when you wake up to him shaking in a panic the best thing to do is gently touch his hair so you don’t scare him
- If you touch his hair he’ll know it’s you, that’s his comfort spot
- Hugs you so tight when he sees you’re there with him
- Back rubs and soft words of comfort will stop him from trembling and crying so much from his nightmares, he’ll be so familiar with your touch at this point that it’s like you’re his safe haven (you are)
- He’ll fall back asleep with his face buried in your chest and your hands stroking through his hair bc he feels really safe that way
- If anyone tries to hurt you he would literally kill them, no one and i mean no one hurts his lover and gets away with it
- Super protective of you when it comes to Port Mafia things
- He can’t bear to lose you, you mean the world to him
- He might not express it often verbally, but he really loves and cares for you
- Being his girlfriend is a delicate task and you have to really care for him, but boy is it worth it bc his love for you is so strong
thx for reading! i think this was pretty long but aku’s character has a lot of struggles and self-doubt, so it would be hard for him to ease into a romantic relationship so easily. Hope this was to your liking!!
#akutagawa x reader#akutagawa scenarios#akutagawa fluff#akutagawa angst#bsd x reader#bsd fluff#bsd angst#bsd imagines#bsd akutagawa x reader#bsd scenarios#bsd akutagawa scenarios
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Mind Your Business // Dabi x f! Reader
an anon suggested a reader with a mind-reading quirk and honestly i got this idea within MINUTES and my horny ass couldn’t resist. oh god. im so thirsty some please send help oh my f-
tags/warnings for lots of dirty talk, cunnilingus, creampie, i dont even know man, this is just a mega horny fic that i wanted to be extra extra filthy. lots of big horny energy
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‘Boredom’ seemed to be putting it lightly. Anyone looking around the room could read the atmosphere of total disinterest on every face, in every voice. This was probably the most quiet things had been in months, and it was obvious that some were having trouble adjusting. Tonight was a night like so many others had been, members of the League, having nothing better to do, settling down for some drinks and polite conversation.
Well, mostly polite.
“I’m saying that meta-builds are stupid and over-rated!”
“They’re only stupid if you like to lose, scrub.”
“You’re stupid.”
“You’re stupid and a horrible player.”
Spinner and Shigaraki were having another one of their little NEET discussions that you couldn’t quite keep up with, some sort of debate about a game you’ve never played made by a company you’d never heard of. Both of them were pretty decently intoxicated and it was starting to bring out their pettier tendencies, which also meant you couldn’t really chat either one of them up to entertain yourself. Toga was currently stuffing her face since she wasn’t old enough to drink while a very drunk Twice rambled at her side, his erratic personalities clashing as they jumped from one topic to the other.
You’re just settled quietly into your own chair. The group’s Villain activities had slowed to a crawl recently in favor of laying low and avoiding attracting attention, so your schedule was fairly barren yourself. Shigaraki and Giran always made sure you got honest pay for helping them out, and over the last few months they had come to accept you as a comrade, even if you didn’t quite see yourself as a Villain. Regardless of ethics or semantics, the League appreciated your help. Your psychokinetic Quirk was a huge help to them, whether it was moving things with a single thought or reading someone’s mind for much needed intel. To be honest, it kind of felt like a second family.
Your thoughts drift back to the present, sipping at your drink again as you studied your fellow heathens in arms. Shigaraki and Spinner had started talking about some anime, Twice snoring loudly as Himiko decided to play on her phone. It occurs to you that the only other person who’s being just as quiet as you is Dabi, sending a glance over to the Cremation user slouching in his chair as he stared off at nothing in particular yet hardly even blinking. There was a little twitch of his lips here, a quirk of his brows there. For someone who almost always seemed to have some sassy jab or snarky reply, you've never seen him look so lost in thought before, so focused, contemplative even. It would be a lie to say you aren't the least bit curious what he's thinking about, and out or habit, you decide to... listen in. What was everyone’s favorite bitchy arsonist thinking about today?
I wanna fuck you so bad.
Hearing such a crude statement in Dabi's deep voice brings heat to your face. He's still staring off at the wall, and breaking the connection is something you know you should morally do
...but you don't. In fact, you want to hear more.
Such a sexy little thing and you don't even know it. Struttin' around here looking all nice and pretty for me. Why do you keep tempting me, little girl? Don't you know what you're doing to me? My cock is fucking aching just thinking about being inside you, but you won't even give me the time of day. So cruel.
Your body is running hot as you're trying not to stare, egged on by some sick curiosity. Who's the girl? And just how filthy are these thoughts going to get? Oh god, this is wrong, a total invasion of his privacy, but you just have to hear all the details you can get.
God, I just want to ruin you. I bet you would make the sweetest little noises the whole time while I dirty you up and cover you with my cum. You'd look so cute. You'd squeeze around my dick so good, you'd be the best fuck I've ever had.
Dabi shifts in his seat, taking another sip of his drink as he rests a cheek against his fist, lazily staring off and completely unknowing of just how horny he was making you.
I wanna run my hands all over your thighs and feel how soft and squishy they are. Watch you squirm when I start giving little love bites and kisses, getting nice and close to that sweet spot in between your legs.
You'd like that, wouldn't you babygirl?
Suddenly his blue eyes snap to you, and a large smirk forms on his lips as your eyes widen, beginning to sweat as the Villain stares you down.
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, sweetheart. Didn't they ever teach you it's rude to poke around in someone's head? Naughty girl.
Knowing all these dirty things are directed at you is throwing your heart into a tailspin, pounding hard and fast and excited. What? Excuse me? He wanted you? To fuck you? In graphic detail? Him? With you???
Look at that cute flustered face you’re makin’ for me. I bet you're totally soaking right now. Do you want me to eat your wet little pussy?
You can't contain the small shudder that runs through you as your eyes jerk to look elsewhere. There's a strong throbbing between your thighs, and you're burning with shame and arousal as you can't deny it: you're so fucking turned on right now.
Of course the teasing bastard can tell.
Ha, it's written all over your face: you're a dirty little girl who wants me to run my tongue up and down her pretty cunt. All you have to do is say it and I'll do it. Do you want it? Do you want me to suck on your clit until it's all cute and swollen?
You pray no one is looking as you shudder hard, no longer able to even look in his direction as you promptly stand from your seat, taking a moment to clear your throat. “I-I think I’ve had a little too much to drink. I should probably head home before I’m knocked out.”
Dabi keeps his expression neutral as he takes another sip of his drink. “It’s late; all the creeps like to come out around this time. Think you’ll need someone to walk you home? I gotta do some stuff of my own anyways.”
Only the two of you know exactly what he’s insinuating, and you swallow hard. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. I’d... really appreciate it. If-if you want to.” There’s a small, flustered little smile on your lips, and the young man smirks, pulling himself out of his chair to pop his neck. “Alrighty. Guess I’ll see you losers later.” The Cremation-user chuckles, making some sort of vague hand gesture that remotely resembled a wave to the few other League members around as the two of you headed for the door. Toga slurps on her juice as she watches the pair of her comrades leave together, and a toothy grin forms on her face as she looks to Tomura and the rest of the group.
“You just know they’re going to go have a little tussle in the sheets. So scandalous!”
Shigaraki groans, avoiding eye contact with a slight pinkish tint to his pale cheeks, Spinner snickering under his breath. “I don’t wanna hear it, psycho. I don’t care what they do as long as it doesn’t mess with what we do here.”
A bit of a lie on the quite frankly jealous Villain’s part. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind taking Dabi’s place, but you had made your choice, at least for this evening. Maybe next time, he wonders...
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It’s quiet as you head down the sidewalk, and you dared to send a glance to Dabi to see he has a devilish smirk that makes your face heat up instantly. “You know what’s gonna happen, right?” The young man teases, walking beside you as you can’t bear to look at his face. There’s not anyone around, and that means he doesn’t have to censor himself as he speaks without shame.
“God, I’m going to destroy you. Are you looking forward to it, baby?”
You can’t bring yourself to speak, averting your eyes, but your timid nature just seems to turn him on, and there’s a hand on your ass, squeezing the soft fat and making you squeak. “How long’s it been since you’ve been fucked, huh? You’re actin’ like a little virgin over here.”
“It’s... been a while.” You mutter softly, burning all over like there were flames under your skin.
Dabi just smirks. “You have done it, right?”
Your body just burns that much hotter as his hand doesn’t retreat; even as you swat his arm away, it just returns again. “Well, yeah, just... only a few times. And stop that! Someone might see!”
“Oh? Just a few times?” There’s a sense of intrigue in his voice that sends shivers up your spine, and his hand snags your hip to make you walk right beside him. “You ever take it raw, then? Get a big load of cum in your pussy?”
It’s like his words burn you, a quivering in between your legs as you shake your head. “I-I mean, I can’t risk getting pregnant... and quit being so nasty! What if someone hears you?”
A deep chuckle, and the man grabs your shoulder to stop your steps, making you look at those sharp blue eyes. “Baby, if you didn’t like me bein’ nasty, you wouldn’t have let me come with you after hearin’ all the shit I was thinkin’.”
You bite your lip, and he can see the quiet need in your eyes. “How far’s your place, cutie? How much longer you gonna make me wait?”
His hand pets back and forth over your hip, and another wave of warmth washes over you. Just one sweep of your eyes over the man at your side and that lust-filled gaze of his and you’re not sure how much longer you’ll be able to wait either. You shift on your feet, thighs rubbing together with a palpable excitement quivering in your belly as you’re stared down like prey, and a peek downward reveals a very noticeable bulge in the Villain’s tight loose pants. He looks thick, and you fight to repress a shiver. “We’re... almost there. Just a few more minutes, and then we can... you know...”
Dabi looks pleased, giving you a smirk of nothing but teeth.
“Lead the way then, girlie. Make me wait much longer and I’ll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.”
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You should have been able to guess how desperate he was by the way his stares never left you. All his teases and taunts, and yet he was the one who wouldn’t stop fucking you with his eyes. The key to your apartment had barely stopped turning in its lock when you’re all but shoved inside, the door slamming shut behind the young man who all but bowled you over with the ferocity in which his mouth captures yours. Eager hands secure you into place, fingers tangling in your hair, the other on the small of your back and both pulling you closer. He tastes like rum and cola, a particular sweetness on his tongue as it’s so energetically pushed passed your lips, all of your whimpers swallowed up by a hungry mouth that threatened to devour you. The kiss is hot and heavy, Dabi grinding his hips against you, friction sending pleasure shooting through his restrained erection before the Villain’s pulling away, kicking off his shoes, shrugging off his jacket to reveal a tank top with arms scarred from years of battle and Quirk-use.
“Start stripping.” He orders, voice low and heavy with arousal as he starts fumbling with his belt. “Take it off before I tear it off.”
There was no need to tell you twice, especially as he starts stepping out of his pants to reveal some deliciously tight-looking boxers, his raging cock all but threatening to burst open the seams. You’ve barely worked your shirt off when he’s pushing you back against a wall, dropping to his knees with a strong grip yanking your pants down, calloused palms rubbing your thighs and lips planting a kiss to your panties. Blunt nails lightly scratch as they snag under the elastic waistband, and your heart feels ready to explode when the Villain pulls the intimate fabric down to your knees and licks his lips.
“Wait, don’t you want to--”
Your protest is hushed with a single look of those piercing cyans, his hands briefly frozen in their place on your legs. “I said I wanted to eat your pussy, didn’t I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.”
“B-but I-I mean, shouldn’t I like, I dunno--”
He just snickers, and whatever you were going to say dies down as the tip of his tongue nudges at your clit. You lean back more against the wall, nervously shuffling your legs further apart as you feel a scarred face bury in between your thighs, the flat of his tongue starting to give little kitten licks up and down your pussy, always ending on a drag against your sensitive pearl. A little whimper escapes you, hushed and whining, and those blue eyes are on your face as you swear you can feel him smirk against your folds. Another chaste kiss to your clit, his skin a unique friction as his lips form a seal around your cunt to suck on the throbbing bud.
“Fuck...” Came a gasping breath, one of your idle hands finding purchase in that messy black hair, and you notice a subtle change in Dabi’s movements as you pet his head in encouragement, those sucks and licks to your clit becoming more frequent and dedicated. Your juices are beginning to coat his chin as he holds onto your squirming hips, practically pulling you down onto his face with an eagerness as if this was just as much fun for him as it was for you. More and more keens and moans are being let out as a graze of teeth has you all but grinding down into his mouth, and there’s a humming as the man beneath you groans. A fog of arousal is growing thicker in your head, and a certain tilt of your head gives you a full view of just one of the reasons Dabi has starting making noise: he’s jerking off his cock while he’s eating out your cunt, eyes half-lidded as a tight fist works up and down his dick, slick with pre-cum fluids and swollen with the need to orgasm. The more ferociously he licks your pussy, the harder he strokes himself, his dick leaking slick from that swollen, reddened tip.
“Dabi... please...”
You’re not even 100% sure what you’re even asking for, but leaving the decision up to him seems to pay off, knees straining as he pushes himself up to stand, finding yourself pulled into another embrace of mouths where you can taste your thick essence on his tongue. The Villain practically manhandles you as he shifts his hold to your sides, spinning you around, grabbing your wrists to push your palms into the wall as he grinds into you from behind, hot skin against hot skin as his breath ghosts against the back of your neck. “Better not lose your balance, toots.” Dabi purrs, bending you over till you’re braced forward against the surface beneath your hands. ass out for him to rub his dick against your puffy folds.”I’d hate to stop right at the fun part.”
Dabi is practically thrumming with excited energy as he slowly pushes his hips forward, letting his thick cockhead breach your folds and plunge deeper into your heat as the Villain groans. “Ugh, so hot and wet.” He shuffles forward to bring himself closer to your body, easing the way of his movements as he begins to give deep, slow thrusts. “Nice and tight, just like I thought you’d be. You shoulda let me fuck you sooner, baby. We coulda been havin’ fun this whole time.”
Lips part to say something, anything, but any and all words are snuffed by the pumping of his hips against yours, desperate, fast. There’s no pain, no resistance, just your soaking pussy clenching around his thick cock like a vise, all but sucking it in with every thrust. His rhythm is vicious, impeccable, eager to stretch you out to the shape of his girth, driving straight into your core and causing butterflies to flutter in your belly as even your eyes threaten to roll back.
“Fuck yes,” Dabi growls, and his nails unwittingly dig into your hips as his slap against you. “God, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my dick like it’s hungry for cum. You want that? You want me to fill you up?”
A sob leaves your mouth, a sinful noise lost in pure physical pleasure as your back arches only to push yourself back into his touch. “Please! Please, please fuck me!”
He chuckles into the crook of your neck, scarred chest rubbing against your back, every staple and stitch electrifying as it scrapes against you in your euphoric haze. “As you wish, princess.”
Dabi is relentless, driving his cock deep inside of you like he’s trying to break into your womb, a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure sending the pair of you into a frenzy. Your walls quiver against his nonstop pounding, nails raking the paint from your apartment walls as those wonderfully pistoning hips threaten to take away your ability to breathe, let alone think as you just want more, more, more. The Villain is rewarded with the treat of hearing you cry out again and again, your knees shaking as he works an arm across your stomach to help hold you up, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. It’s becoming too much, too much, too much...!
“You gonna cum?” Says a voice rumbling against your skin, a tongue tracing the shell of your ear as you sink further into incoherent bliss, the sound of his pleased teasing seeping into you like an aphrodisiac. “Go on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddy’s cock.”
You can just barely register fingers rubbing against your clit before you completely crumble, wailing as you squirt, fluid gushing onto his hips and thighs as you cum hard, the ripples and pulsing rocking through you like an earthquake as you can barely keep yourself standing. He keeps you upright purely by a predatory hold on your hips, an arm across your stomach to position you to the perfect angle before he calls out your name in one final, deep thrust. Hot jizz floods into your pussy, coating your walls and beckoning your womb as you’re kept flush against his hips, grip tight and unyielding, refusing to let you try to escape the thick seed painting your insides white.
“Fucking take it... take every drop...” Dabi groans, his teeth lightly sinking into your shoulder, marking you like his bitch and keeping you in place as his cock pushes out the last few drops before he relents his bite. “Nice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...”
“Dabi...” Your voice comes out like a whispering whine, hitching in a way he found as just the cutest little thing. He’s still high on endorphins and orgasm as he pulls out, peppering your neck and shoulder with kisses and gentle nibbles like some sated beast. Clumsy hands drunk on sex lazily grope your breasts, pulling you further upright as your trembling knees protested the burden of your weight, your neck craning to meet his mouth with your own when a light peck is placed to the corner of your lips. The cum starting to trickle down your legs is like a whisper of a touch that you barely notice as you let yourself be consumed by his kiss once more, It’s sloppier than before, both of you drunk both figuratively and literally, and you’re graced with yet another of those Typical Dabi Snickers.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. All blissed out when we aren’t even done.”
He must have seen the twinkle of excitement in your eyes, his arousal slowly reigniting as he kisses along your jaw, his voice prideful and ever so pleased, a mischievous grin on his features that sent heat coiling deep in your core.
“That’s right, naughty girl. You didn’t think you could tease me for so long and get away with just one little fuck, did you?”
Your voice cracks slightly, but you give a teasing smile all the more.
“Not at all. Do your worst, Daddy.”
Dabi visibly shivers as you throw the pet name right back at him, and there’s an inferno of lust brewing in those deep blue eyes as his hands squeeze your ass once more.
“Alright, baby girl, you asked for it. Just don’t come crying to me if you can’t move after I’m done with you. I think we have plenty more fun to have with each other, after all~❤”
#yandere x reader#yandere boku no hero academia#yandere bnha#my stuff#dabi x reader#man im so inconsistent with these tags#actually this isnt really even yandere so what do i even tag it#maybe its like lowkey yan? he's been fantasizing about you for so long after all...#bnha lemon#boku no hero academia lemon
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Play With Fire (smut)
Stigma
Bourbon
Highway To Heaven (smut)
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“my love.”
A/N: there is a small time jump between the last chapter and this one so just keep that in mind :)
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“today, we are all gathered here in the name of the world’s craziest rookie lawyer, for winning a case that had she had nearly no chance of winning--”
“oh, for gods’ sake--” you tug on sunwoo’s sleeve, trying to get him to sit down. “can you sit your ass down--”
“no, let me speak! you’ve done enough speaking in court today--” sunwoo snatches his arm back, the soju in his other hand nearly spilling. eric and chanhee watch on with bright faces, their proud smiles gleaming.
the private room in the barbecue eatery was filled with the entire office. the business case that you’ve been working on for the last two months had concluded this evening with you winning the case, and you couldn’t be happier.
you wish could tell colleagues that most of the quality work was done by the ceo, but he’s just told everybody that the both of you have invested equal amounts of effort into finding every loophole in the case that you could build on.
you were in tables of four in the private room, and the smell of barbecued meat has probably become one with your clothes. you were seated at the same table as chanhee, sunwoo and eric and behind you sat your manager, lee jaehyun, the ceo and kim younghoon, another colleague whom you didn’t know was close to them.
in fact, most of the office was close to everybody. there were only fifteen lawyers in your section, so it wasn’t difficult to form a bond with everybody.
you haven’t seen your mother or his since the dinner about the law firm. the swavroski deal was still sitting in juyeon’s office collecting dust, and juyeon has been going over to your cozy, little apartment outside of the city on fridays and saturdays.
to get away from city life and his responsibilities that he’s still been trying to run from.
you weren’t sure when your parents were going to hunt you down and attempt to shove your responsibilities down your throat as well, but that was a problem to worry about when it comes.
you could still remember the day juyeon announced to his house staff that they could take saturday off with no change in income. the looks on their faces were priceless, and when they found out where he was leaving his extravagant penthouse to, they literally got on their knees to thank you.
not for giving them a day off, but for finally getting juyeon out of the city that’s been wearing thin at his sanity.
it only confirmed how close his house staff was to him, even if he was their boss and they could’ve been treated less than they were. no words could’ve described how proud you were when his kindness was reflected in their gratitude for taking care of him.
“as i was fuckin’ saying...” sunwoo’s last word was garbled and his eyelids began drooping. eric and chanhee began lowering their heads in slight embarrassment, knowing that he was already part drunk. “you!” sunwoo nearly throws his soju glass at you.
“are the craziest rookie ever. three cases plus one impossible case in eight months?! sick.”
“i agree!” your manager calls out from the other table. your eyes catch a glimpse of juyeon giving you the smallest smile. “you’ve exceeded our expectations as a newbie, and i hope you’ve exceeded your own.”
lee sangyeon lifts his glass, and everybody else follows. they cheer in unison, and the attention causes you to turn red in embarrassment. the satisfaction gained from being the person you wanted to be without any repercussions from being a chaebol was sweet on your tongue, and you bask in the overwhelming feeling of pride.
“but wait!” sunwoo shouts again, taking the soju bottle and refilling his own glass. everybody turns their attention back at him after downing the shot that was for you, some of them following suit and refilling their glass as well. you shake your head at chanhee, who was sitting opposite you, casually picking up some meat to munch on. “there’s one more thing i’d like to toast you for!”
“we’ve heard you enough about that stupid bowling match, sunwoo!” one of your colleagues yell out from another table. “we know y/n trashed you!”
you give him a smirk and loudly hurl a “ha!” in his face as he looks down at you from your side. chanhee and eric burst out in laughter, as so does everybody else in the restaurant.
“no! no,” sunwoo’s voice booms through the private room, his hands outstretched now as if asking someone to wait. you sigh, a smile refusing to leave your lips as you soak up the lively atmosphere. you fill up your own glass, ready to down the shot regardless of what he was about to say.
“i want to congratulate you on winning the biggest prize in the office--”
wait what--
“sunwoo--”
“lee. ju. yeon.”
your eyes widen and you choke on your soju, your vision barely catching chanhee and eric aggressively reaching over the table and looking like they were about to beat the fuck out of him.
there was an expectation to be crushed by an awkward atmosphere with gasps and whispers, but there was none of it.
instead, lee jaehyun stands up with his glass and throws a fist into the air.
“I WIN!”
your heart stops.
you look across your table and over to the other, eyes scanning juyeon as he quickly yanks on jaehyun’s blazer and tries to shut him up.
“God damn it!” another colleague from another table exclaims. suddenly, the whole room start to cheer and whistle, and your table looks on with complete confusion.
“it wasn’t me who started the bet this time! he was the only person in the office who was dumb enough to think you two weren’t already together!” lee jaehyun waves juyeon off, relaxed.
what?
“juyeon! did you really think none of us picked up on it? like yeah, sure, you’ve never hooked up with her in the office like, ever, but it was so obvious that you got happier after you worked with her on the case!” someone else calls out to the ceo.
your brain was busy glitching, not catching the proud smiles on your colleagues’ faces.
“why did you people let me bet with lee jaehyun?!” the colleague, who you assumed lost the bet to lee jaehyun, whines out loud.
“nobody fucking told you to!!!!!” everybody else yells at him.
“are you serious?” juyeon finally releases lee jaehyun and looks around his employees, who you know look at him more as their friend than their boss.
“do you treat us as a bunch of idiots?” another colleague calls out. “do you have any idea how gloomy you were every time you came around office with your father?”
“i remember he was so happy the first two years he was working here and then nearing his six months hiatus, he came in everyday with a cloud over his face!”
you watch, entertained, but also a little worried. juyeon had a shy smile pressed on his lips and you could see his ears reddening while his colleagues decoded and exposed the hell out of him.
“ah... i thought you guys never really bothered with me because of my father...” he rubs the back of his neck, eyes now looking down at his feet. lee jaehyun has the audacity to walk over to the colleague who lost the bet, his palm reached out and his fingers asking for his prize.
“just because your father was a shit-show, it doesn’t make you any less of a capable lawyer of your own.”
“and you!” someone yells in your direction. you were scared to listen to what she had to say, but she does it anyway.
“when are we getting our first lee-baby?”
everybody in the room erupts into cheers of encouragement.
you feel the blood rush into your face and ears and your eyes nearly blacked the fuck out at the question. you were so relieved that none of your colleagues were trashing you for being in a relationship with their ceo, and you should probably thank juyeon for being such a kind and reasonable boss.
in reality, everybody didn’t have a problem with you either.
you always tried your best to be nice to everybody in the office, so it must’ve paid off in some sense.
“ah-- ah!” juyeon waves his hands in the air, getting everybody to calm down like he was doing damage control. your table starts teasing you mercilessly, and you couldn’t decide if you were more relieved that nobody hated you, or on edge that the whole office wants a fucking baby when you’ve only been with juyeon a little more than a month. “nobody is getting a baby anytime soon!”
“but can we at least know if the two of you have gotten it on?”
oh, my god.
where is a hole when you need one?
your manager visibly has difficulty keeping his emotions and thoughts off his face, and lee jaehyun just raises a cocky brow at juyeon, a smirk threatening to show up on his lips.
and this was the first time juyeon has frozen completely like a statue.
oh, no.
why didn’t he just deny it--
“i fucking told you so!” a female colleague stands up and her chair slides backwards at the impact.
so many things were happening at once, and you couldn’t believe just how close everybody was with one another for them to be making these bets about their boss behind his back.
“pay up!” she walks to other tables, hands opened up and they slam ten dollar bills into her palm.
“this is so unfair, you obviously got the tip-off from jaehyun!” someone groans while handing her the bill.
“you were involved in the bet?!” you finally yell across the room at your desk neighbour. juyeon takes a step toward jaehyun, and the movement scares him.
“no!” he instinctively takes a step back. “that’s why i didn’t bet! because i already knew!”
you sigh loudly and slam your forehead against the table, not caring about the little specks of oil on the surface.
your colleagues spend the next thirty minutes trying to get you to kiss for show, and so when the ceo did just that, you swore you could’ve gone deaf in that very moment.
though it wasn’t difficult to keep your relationship with the ceo under wraps when you were in the office, it sure as hell felt satisfying when he could drape his arm over your shoulders without worrying about anybody else.
juyeon settles the bill for everybody and he sends them on their way home, thanking them for their hard work for the week and to enjoy their weekend.
your colleagues congratulate the both of you formally, some even telling you the same things his house staff said to you when juyeon first announced his saturday getaways to your place. the both of you wait for everybody to disperse before you hook your arm on his, and you walk to the nearby carpark where his Porsche was sitting in.
“do you need anything from home?” you wait for juyeon to sit himself in the driver’s, watching him check the gears as per routine.
“uh... i still have clothes at your place, right?” he wraps his hands around the steering wheel, and it never fails to amaze you how small his hands make it look.
“pretty sure you have at least three sets sitting in my wardrobe,” you lean back and rest your head against the headrest, looking at him in the corner of your eye. “even if you aren’t satisfied with the amount of clothes you have at my place, we could always go to the nearest shopping mall to get more.”
juyeon thinks it over, hand reaching for the drivers’ stick after turning on the engine. “but the nearest shopping mall from your place is like a fifteen-minute drive away.”
you turn to face him and shoot him a look of disapproval. “you realise that’s literally the whole point of me living there, right? so it’s secluded and quiet and peaceful. and besides, i like going to the mall by public transport. i get to see all the views of the lake every time i’m on a bus,” you turn to look out the window as he drives off. “unlike your stinky-ass penthouse... five-minute drive from office and all you see on the way are buildings, buildings and more buildings.”
“hey--”
“tell me i’m wrong,” you snap your head to look at him, squinting your eyes at him playfully. juyeon sighs in defeat, his lips curled up in a smile.
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the board quietly creaks under the weight of the both of you, the scent of the lake was the only thing in the air and the breeze does you the honour of brushing juyeon’s soft, undone hair out of his eyes and face. it gave you the perfect view of his side profile, and the stars in the sky just make it all the more worthwhile.
your favourite part about his weekend getaways to your place was watching him forget that he was a chaebol and had responsibilities back in the city. the first time he walked this boardwalk, you could’ve sworn he had tears in his eyes.
but your ceo being a chaebol and a slightly egoistic man, you know he wouldn’t have admitted it even if you asked.
your interlocked hands were swinging gently between the both of you, and your oversized cardigan makes you look extra tiny right next to him. no heels, no formal wear.
these walks were usually done in silence. you were already used to the tranquility of living by the lake and alone, so while it took you some time to get used to having somebody else stay in your small apartment, it took juyeon some time to fully immerse himself in a life he never knew was possible.
you rest your head on his shoulder and let nature’s music surround you. the water gently lapping against the posts that hold up the boardwalk and the rocks near the shore behind you. the chirps of distant crickets. the rhythmic breathing you could feel with every shallow rise of his torso under your head.
“did you ever regret running away from your family?”
you blink to yourself, allowing his question to sink in. your fingers were mindlessly drawing circles on the back of his hand.
“i worried about being self-sustainable when i first ran, but after a year of being a lawyer’s assistant in a small company and watching my bank account increase...” you smile at your own effort. “i’m not gonna lie, it felt really good.”
“i can only imagine.”
“my father was never around because his life was in another country and he only shows up like once in a few years and i was left alone with my mom. i was constantly upset with her because i never felt like she treated me like her child. she was always making me feel like i was just... a talented child. she’d never come to any of my events or whatever i had because she was always so busy... and when i was old enough to start speaking for myself at those lame-ass rich people gatherings, she started using me as a selling point. it was always ‘smart, capable daughter with a bright future’, never ‘beautiful, make-me-proud daughter’. so... running away felt like i was running away from her.”
silence.
“even after i left, she’d find some way to try to get in touch with me and i had no choice but to make a deal with her. i’d still meet her for meals when she was in the country, but i didn’t want her meddling with my life or my finances. the swavroski ownership was supposed to be a gift for my birthday last year, and it felt more like a bribery to get me to go home and be her chaebol princess.”
“you know, if you had signed the deal and became the owner of swavroski, you wouldn’t need to work at the firm. if you signed the deal, you might’ve even met me,” he lets out a small chuckle. “my father is the bureau’s business manager, so it’s highly likely that wherever your mother goes, my father goes too, and if my memory doesn’t fail me, i first met your mother at a swavroski release event two years ago. which tells me that she’s a fan, and she’d probably throw one hell of a party and invite my family if her daughter were to become the owner of swavroski.”
a pathetic smile appears on your lips and you sit up straight, eyes looking up at the sky and you notice juyeon turning to look at you in your peripheral vision.
“then i guess we were meant to cross paths. i was meant to go in a whole circle and end up with you.”
“well,” his voice breaks the peaceful atmosphere between you. you side-eye him, already knowing from his tone that he was going to say something that warrants a punch. “had i met you at the swavroski event, i probably wouldn’t have bothered to talk to you.”
you send a punch into his right arm. he winces with exaggeration, pouting at you and closing his eyes like he was going to cry.
“but then again, had that case not come our way, we wouldn’t have had the chance to work together. had i not snooped around in your house and tried to kill my eyes by staring at the portraits in that dark hallway... none of this would’ve happened.”
you fix your eyes back on the sky, and you look at the faint, but visible white dots in the dark canvas. you were so used to coming here alone, never did you expect yourself to be here with another person so soon after running away, much less a chaebol from a family in the same working circle as yours.
“life has a way of putting you in places you were meant to be... and i guess, in my case, it’s with y--”
your heart stops.
you blink at him, who was on one knee, with a ring in a box in his hands, and his eyes shining under his hair.
“uh--” you stammer like you always do when you’ve got no vocabulary in your head.
“i would’ve called whatever you just said ‘bullshit’ if the last two months didn’t happen, but it did. and i meant every single thing i’ve said to you since i met you. since the first night we slept together.”
“that’s not a great thing to say in a proposal--”
“let me have my moment--” juyeon snorts in embarrassment. you suck your lips between your teeth, watching him gather his nerves. it was so strange seeing him flustered or nervous because that image of him was so far away from the man you first saw in his office.
you remember he deprived you of your right to even ask questions.
“i meant it when i asked you to stay with me. your mother knows me, so since i have her approval and she hasn’t hired a sniper to shoot me in the head...”
oh...
“will you marry me?”
Part 9: All Time Low
#timetohajima#juyeon#i DIED#my HEARTEU#lee juyeon#juyeon imagines#juyeon imagine#juyeon fanfic#the boyz imagine#the boyz fanfic#drama#chaebol#chaebol juyeon#the boyz
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The Hunt
Alpha!Finan x Omega!reader
A game of hide and seek between you and your mate had started innocently enough, but the minute you had stepped foot outside the house the hunt had begun. Finan’s frustration become evident as you continue to evade him but once he catches you, you’ll learn that he doesn’t play fair either.
A/N: I’m kinda shook that no ones done A/B/O for tlk yet? The idea ruined me because im a weak little whore for werewolves and big playful men who are also capable of fucking you right. In the most loving way possible I hope it ruins you too. ALSO REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN
WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ strong language, light chocking?, super light dom/sub dynamic, mentions of ownership, breeding kink, semi-public sex, unprotected sex – it’s the ninth century, they have an excuse you don’t.
Wc: 1536
The game had started innocently enough. Your intent was harmless, pure if you will. You had no intention of frustrating Finan whatsoever. You would never deny your mate so blatantly, least of all in your own home.
You were sick to shit of Finan scraping the wet stone across his dagger. The sound was grating and you were trying to fix his chain mail, so when he went to relive himself you took his wet stone.
Simple and effective.
And then you took yourself to another room. You knew what you wanted. You pushed yourself against the wall next to the doorway, your heart racing as you heard Finan’s boots echo against the floor. There was a brief pause in which you could only assume Finan had noticed his missing tool and missing woman. Your knuckles were white with how tightly you were holding the stone, you pushed your free hand to your mouth, the attempt to stifle your laughter a complete failure.
‘Y/N… Y/N where are ya? Are you hiding from me?’ You could hear him getting closer, his voice sounded amused, mixed with just a hint of irritation. As he stepped into the room you stopped breathing all together. He passed you, not even glancing in your direction, instead he went straight to the bed, checking both under the frame and the covers. You would not allow him to blame you for the deception, it was his fault that your scent was strongest in the bed than anywhere else in the home.
You slipped from the room with an ill-hidden giggle. The rate at which Finan caught up with you did not surprise you, merely added to your excitement. If he wanted the insufferable stone back badly enough then he would have to play your game for a little longer.
You turned to face him. Finan stood before you with his thumbs looped in his belt, a single eyebrow raised.
‘You have my stone and you have my attention Lady, now what do you want with both?’
‘Play with me.’
‘All you had to do was ask.’ Your mate made to round the table that separated you but the hand you raised halted him.
‘Not so easy my love. You have to find me first,’ The smile that spread across Finan face was devilish and it sent a rush of heat directly to your core. ‘I want you to swear to me that you will give me a head start, that you’ll play by the rules.’
To the untrained eye nothing about Finan changed, his hands remained at his hips, his brows remained cocked but you could see the darkness in his eyes spread. Yet he did not say a word.
‘Do you accept Lord?’
‘I’m already counting vixen. You should run before you back meets the table.’
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That was twenty minutes ago. Twenty agonizing minutes of running through Winchester, wanting to be found yet loving every second of Finans hunt. You were sure you could feel him at times, with each burst of wind the familiar scent would set your body on fire, the claim mark that sat upon your shoulder tingling with desire.
The streets were busy, despite the latening hour. Women knew of you, many of them still envious of the fact that Finan had chosen to mate you over them. You usually didn’t gode them, but you could not resist flashing them a grin as you passed. You knew that as soon as Finan rounded the corner they would all know what was going on, the game you two were playing . No doubt they could smell it off you both.
Your assumption was confirmed the minute you set foot in the alehouse. You knew it would be a risk, the chances off pissing off Finan doubled and the idea of the repercussions had a familiar ache build in the pit of your stomach.
If you had thought the streets were busy then the alehouse was overflowing with people. Whores, warriors, alphas, betas, omegas, the claimed and unclaimed all mingling in a singular room.
It was perfect.
You took a minute to survey the hall, the back door was ajar, a cool breeze making the room bearable. That would be your exit. Finan wouldn’t be far behind you but you wanted to catch your breath, wet your lips with mead and find a better way of holding the stupid stone.
You were almost in the middle of the room when Finan entered the alehouse. You were slammed with the feeling of him, you could sense the frustration, the dark enjoyment. If that wasn’t enough the sight of him had you practically drooling. His hair was messy, his chest was heaving and he had a light sheen of sweat covering him that had you licking your lips in anticipation.
Again, if he was looking for anyone to blame it was only himself. You couldn’t mask the effect your mate had on you. Before you even had time to think about clenching your thighs you released a strong burst of pheromones into the packed room. Each and every individual in the room could practically taste your arousal. Men stirred, flagons of ale were placed down and chatter halted.
You knew every pair of eyes were on you but none of them mattered but Finan’s. They were fixed on you with a heavy look. He looked pissed. But more than that, he looked hungry.
The pause only lasted a heartbeat before you were sprinting out the back door, hoots and hollers following you. You had lost sight of Finan and direction in your haste but it only made your heart beat all the faster when you came face to face with a brick wall. A dead end. No where to hide. No escape. Only Finan.
You turned to face him and tried to fain innocence. It was a useless, if your pheromones hadn’t give you away the way you whimpered as he growled your name certainly did.
His hands, his lips, his entire being demanded submission from you and you happily obliged as he backed you into the wall. He spun you in his arms, your only view the stone in which he grinded you against. He nipped at your neck, his hands bunching your skirt. You made to stop him but his hot breath on your ear stopped you.
‘I played by your rules, now you will play by mine.’ The air was cool on the bare skin of your arse, you were completely exposed to the elements and any passer-by. You tried to squirm out of his grasp, or at least cover yourself better but the slap Finan placed on your rear echoed.
A warning.
‘You will stop moving omega. This is punishment for your stunt back there. Every man fucking looking at you, wanting you. I have half a mind to fill you up with pups just to show them who you belong to.’
As he spoke he slipped himself into you without warning. The cry that left your lips was wanton, desperate and utterly sinful. Finan’s own moan joined your symphony of sounds. His thrusts where short and fast, the urgency to fill you overtaking any real desire to make you beg.
While one hand kept it’s vice like grip on your hip the other snaked it’s way up your body. He was not gentle, he fingers giving sharp tweaks to your nipple. You were sure you would draw blood from how hard you were biting your lip. Once Finan was satisfied you were aching his hands found your throat.
The pressure was delicious as was the way his hips ground against you. You thought you knew the limits of pleasure until Finan bit your claim mark, the feeling of his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin was euphoric. You head slammed back onto Finan’s shoulder as your orgasm ripped through you.
The feel of you, your heat, your wetness, your whimpers, your audacity, pushed Finan over the edge. His pleasure filling you in short hot bursts.
Finan’s forehead dropped to the crook of your neck after soothing the assaulted skin of your shoulder. The only sound that filled your world was heavy breathing, the quiet that settled between you screaming of unspoken satisfaction.
The hand that held your throat was the first to disappear, then his forehead and finally his half knotted cock. It stung as he slipped from you, immediately leaving you empty. Finan turned you in his arms once but gently this time, your dress falling back into place. His voice was rough as he spoke.
‘Now Y/N, who do you belong to?’
‘You, Alpha.’
He hummed in response, a large hand dropping to your stomach, caressing it softly.
‘With any luck that’ll be obvious in a few moons… Now where’s my wet stone?
You shrugged, a tiny smile spreading across your lips. Finan caught the look, the playfulness that you knew so well mixing with the remaining lust in his eyes.
‘If I have to ask again I won’t be doing so so nicely.’
You batted your eyelashes at him coyly as you brushed the dust from the front of your dress, you were counting on it.
#the last kingdom fanfic#tlk fanfic#finan x reader#finan the agile#a/b/o verse#smut#finan smut#inga writes#alpha!finan
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Ah what if that picture of him holding the ginger ale was prof harry right after class one morning where y/n skipped because she didn’t feel good and he runs to the store and picks up a bunch of stuff then picks her up from her dorm and takes her to his place to cuddle and watch movies until she feels better. Maybe she falls asleep in his lap and he is just so in love with her IM SOFT
STOP THIS IS SO CUTE
You don’t think you’ve slept at your dorm for nearly two weeks.
You’ve stopped there to pick stuff up but it’s been mostly abandoned for that long - you and your roommate both ditching it to sleep at your respective boyfriend’s. And, lying there now, on a bed that all of a sudden feels like a slab of marble, reminds you of why.
Harry’s bed is so soft, and when you’re sleeping there, he’s with you. So you can cuddle him, stretch out without fear of your limbs flailing off the bed. In your dorm’s dumb twin bed you feel oddly confined, as dramatic as it sounds.
But you hadn’t wanted to sleep at Harry’s, even if he offered. You were sicker than you’d ever been in your life and you didn’t want your germs to infect his entire apartment. Your stomach is growling violently but every time you’ve tried to eat or drink anything it’s come back up in the bowl beside your bed and you’ve gone back and forth to the bathroom so many times that the security footage must seem to be a loop. And even trying to down pills doesn’t work - they merely come back up again.
So you simply lie there, computer on your chest, watching a movie on the lowest brightness you possibly can. The lights in your room are all turned off - it hurts your eyes - as the sun sinks through the window.
You miss Harry so much - want nothing more than to have his arms wrapped around you - but you suspect he’s in his office, grading papers vehemently, and usually you’d help him with that, but ... well. You’re a bit incapacitated at the moment, so you hope he understands that you’re not exactly the right person to help him.
As soon as you think of him your phone buzzes from where it’s been charging beneath your pillow. You groan, digging your hand beneath your head and pulling out your phone - the brightness is entirely too high but you squint at the notification you’d gotten.
Harry S.: Hey baby. I’m behind your building with some stuff to make you feel better, if you wanna come out back and get it.
Your heart swells as you push yourself to sit up, feeling your head immediately beginning to throb - your fingers fly across the screen as you type be out in 2 mins:-( and force yourself out of bed. You’re wearing a sweater of his that he’d given you that morning and your pajama pants, and you’re sure you look an absolute disaster but you can’t bring yourself to care, sliding your feet into your slippers beside your bed.
You slip your key into your pocket and walk out of your dorm, every step making your head pound harder - God, you can’t remember a time you’ve been this sick in your life. You’re not quite sure what you have but it certainly is bad.
When you make your way out of the back entrance, you can - sure enough - see Harry’s car, parked on the empty street. You’re surprised he decided to come, because usually he’s never here this early, opting for late at night or early in the morning. And, even if there’s no wandering eyes to spot you two, it’s still a bit of a risk, so you walk as fast as you can up to the window of his car, head pounding due to the setting sun.
“Hey, baby,” Harry says as soon as you’re close enough to hear - voice soft and gentle, as if he’s worried you’ll break if he speaks louder. “Just got some ginger ale and crackers. Dunno if you’ll be able to keep any of it down, but you can try.”
You smile, glancing down into the passenger seat where a tied grocery bag sits. You haven’t had much of a voice recently but you clear your throat, saying - or more like croaking - “Thanks, Harry.”
He nods, watching as you reach into the window to grab the bag. Your hands are clammy and your limbs feel oddly weak and you already feel, just a bit, like you’re going to collapse. Perhaps he can tell, because he leans closer to the passenger side and asks, voice still saccharine and quiet, “Are y’sure you don’t wanna jus’ come home with me? M’a big boy - won’t die if I get sick.”
“Maybe you won’t die,” you murmur, hand already dropping to the door handle, “but you’ll feel like you’re going to.” All you needed was another push, though - you can’t go back up to your dorm when he’s offered to take you back to his apartment, because you wouldn’t forgive yourself for passing up what sounds like an absolute dream. So you pull the door open and slide into the passenger seat, slamming the door and buckling your seatbelt, and you try to ignore Harry’s smug grin.
Immediately he leans in, arms wrapping around your waist until you’re practically lying across the center console, your face in his chest and arms around his neck. This is what you needed - a classic bear hug, the ones he loves to give, the ones that could make you feel better no matter what happens.
It makes everything feel a bit better.
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As it turned out, the ginger ale and saltines didn’t help one bit.
You took a sip and nibbled on the end of one cracker, and, after 10 minutes of nothing coming back up, you’d thought that meant you were fine to eat more.
But - well. That was incorrect.
Five crackers and nearly a quarter of the ginger ale later, you’re starting to feel the familiar gurgling in the pit of your stomach. You glance down at the half eaten cracker in your hand and then at Harry, cuddled up next to you, arms firm around your body.
Fuck.
There it is - rising in the back of your throat - and you decide you’d rather not wait to see it all come up on the nice blanket Harry had tossed over the two of you. Immediately you push yourself out of his embrace, his arms dropping on the couch, and from the corner of your eye you can see the confusion on his face as you rush down the hall, legs shaking violently, to collapse at the toilet.
Yeah. Maybe trying to eat wasn’t the best idea.
Seconds later you can feel Harry’s hands, pulling your hair from your face in a makeshift ponytail, hand rubbing circles into your back. It’s textbook comforting a sick person and you’d never appreciated just how great it feels.
When you’re sure it’s all come up - more than you’d expected for how little you’d consumed - you lean back against Harry’s chest as he reaches up to flush the toilet. Your cheeks are flaming but you know Harry wouldn’t have invited you back here if he wasn’t ready to deal with this - there’s no need to be embarrassed but you can’t help it.
“Feelin’ a bit better?” Harry asks, helping you stand up on wobbly legs. Your hands intertwine with his and you can feel tears burning the back of your eyes - you feel absolutely terrible and you’re still starving. “No more food, alright? Mistake on my part.”
You laugh dryly, staring down at your slippers. “Yeah. No more food.” You hate the way your voice cracks and you sniffle, eyes lifting to where his thumb rubs circles into the back of your hand.
Then Harry drops one of your hands and his fingers go to your chin, lifting your head up so your watery eyes meet his. “Hey,” he murmurs, and you squeeze your eyes shut. “No need to be upset, alright? S’alright.”
His head drops down, lips pressing to your forehead. You nod, and then take a step forward to wrap your arms around his torso. Your head is throbbing and your legs can barely support your weight and you still feel like you could vomit up everything you’ve eaten since you were a baby.
“Come on,” he whispers, and then he’s leading you out of the bathroom, arms firm around you, and things slowly start to feel a bit better.
STOP THIS IS SO CUTE
You don’t think you’ve slept at your dorm for nearly two weeks.
You’ve stopped there to pick stuff up but it’s been mostly abandoned for that long - you and your roommate both ditching it to sleep at your respective boyfriend’s. And, lying there now, on a bed that all of a sudden feels like a slab of marble, reminds you of why.
Harry’s bed is so soft, and when you’re sleeping there, he’s with you. So you can cuddle him, stretch out without fear of your limbs flailing off the bed. In your dorm’s dumb twin bed you feel oddly confined, as dramatic as it sounds.
But you hadn’t wanted to sleep at Harry’s, even if he offered. You were sicker than you’d ever been in your life and you didn’t want your germs to infect his entire apartment. Your stomach is growling violently but every time you’ve tried to eat or drink anything it’s come back up in the bowl beside your bed and you’ve gone back and forth to the bathroom so many times that the security footage must seem to be a loop. And even trying to down pills doesn’t work - they merely come back up again.
So you simply lie there, computer on your chest, watching a movie on the lowest brightness you possibly can. The lights in your room are all turned off - it hurts your eyes - as the sun sinks through the window.
You miss Harry so much - want nothing more than to have his arms wrapped around you - but you suspect he’s in his office, grading papers vehemently, and usually you’d help him with that, but ... well. You’re a bit incapacitated at the moment, so you hope he understands that you’re not exactly the right person to help him.
As soon as you think of him your phone buzzes from where it’s been charging beneath your pillow. You groan, digging your hand beneath your head and pulling out your phone - the brightness is entirely too high but you squint at the notification you’d gotten.
Harry S.: Hey baby. I’m behind your building with some stuff to make you feel better, if you wanna come out back and get it.
Your heart swells as you push yourself to sit up, feeling your head immediately beginning to throb - your fingers fly across the screen as you type be out in 2 mins:-( and force yourself out of bed. You’re wearing a sweater of his that he’d given you that morning and your pajama pants, and you’re sure you look an absolute disaster but you can’t bring yourself to care, sliding your feet into your slippers beside your bed.
You slip your key into your pocket and walk out of your dorm, every step making your head pound harder - God, you can’t remember a time you’ve been this sick in your life. You’re not quite sure what you have but it certainly is bad.
When you make your way out of the back entrance, you can - sure enough - see Harry’s car, parked on the empty street. You’re surprised he decided to come, because usually he’s never here this early, opting for late at night or early in the morning. And, even if there’s no wandering eyes to spot you two, it’s still a bit of a risk, so you walk as fast as you can up to the window of his car, head pounding due to the setting sun.
“Hey, baby,” Harry says as soon as you’re close enough to hear - voice soft and gentle, as if he’s worried you’ll break if he speaks louder. “Just got some ginger ale and crackers. Dunno if you’ll be able to keep any of it down, but you can try.”
You smile, glancing down into the passenger seat where a tied grocery bag sits. You haven’t had much of a voice recently but you clear your throat, saying - or more like croaking - “Thanks, Harry.”
He nods, watching as you reach into the window to grab the bag. Your hands are clammy and your limbs feel oddly weak and you already feel, just a bit, like you’re going to collapse. Perhaps he can tell, because he leans closer to the passenger side and asks, voice still saccharine and quiet, “Are y’sure you don’t wanna jus’ come home with me? M’a big boy - won’t die if I get sick.”
“Maybe you won’t die,” you murmur, hand already dropping to the door handle, “but you’ll feel like you’re going to.” All you needed was another push, though - you can’t go back up to your dorm when he’s offered to take you back to his apartment, because you wouldn’t forgive yourself for passing up what sounds like an absolute dream. So you pull the door open and slide into the passenger seat, slamming the door and buckling your seatbelt, and you try to ignore Harry’s smug grin.
Immediately he leans in, arms wrapping around your waist until you’re practically lying across the center console, your face in his chest and arms around his neck. This is what you needed - a classic bear hug, the ones he loves to give, the ones that could make you feel better no matter what happens.
It makes everything feel a bit better.
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As it turned out, the ginger ale and saltines didn’t help one bit.
You took a sip and nibbled on the end of one cracker, and, after 10 minutes of nothing coming back up, you’d thought that meant you were fine to eat more.
But - well. That was incorrect.
Five crackers and nearly a quarter of the ginger ale later, you’re starting to feel the familiar gurgling in the pit of your stomach. You glance down at the half eaten cracker in your hand and then at Harry, cuddled up next to you, arms firm around your body.
Fuck.
There it is - rising in the back of your throat - and you decide you’d rather not wait to see it all come up on the nice blanket Harry had tossed over the two of you. Immediately you push yourself out of his embrace, his arms dropping on the couch, and from the corner of your eye you can see the confusion on his face as you rush down the hall, legs shaking violently, to collapse at the toilet.
Yeah. Maybe trying to eat wasn’t the best idea.
Seconds later you can feel Harry’s hands, pulling your hair from your face in a makeshift ponytail, hand rubbing circles into your back. It’s textbook comforting a sick person and you’d never appreciated just how great it feels.
When you’re sure it’s all come up - more than you’d expected for how little you’d consumed - you lean back against Harry’s chest as he reaches up to flush the toilet. Your cheeks are flaming but you know Harry wouldn’t have invited you back here if he wasn’t ready to deal with this - there’s no need to be embarrassed but you can’t help it.
“Feelin’ a bit better?” Harry asks, helping you stand up on wobbly legs. Your hands intertwine with his and you can feel tears burning the back of your eyes - you feel absolutely terrible and you’re still starving. “No more food, alright? Mistake on my part.”
You laugh dryly, staring down at your slippers. “Yeah. No more food.” You hate the way your voice cracks and you sniffle, eyes lifting to where his thumb rubs circles into the back of your hand.
Then Harry drops one of your hands and his fingers go to your chin, lifting your head up so your watery eyes meet his. “Hey,” he murmurs, and you squeeze your eyes shut. “No need to be upset, alright? S’alright.”
His head drops down, lips pressing to your forehead. You nod, and then take a step forward to wrap your arms around his torso. Your head is throbbing and your legs can barely support your weight and you still feel like you could vomit up everything you’ve eaten since you were a baby.
“Come on,” he whispers, and then he’s leading you out of the bathroom, arms firm around you, and things slowly start to feel a bit better.
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yo ,i remember a post about sort of reverse batfam , between jason and dick , can you do the headcanons about under the red hood please
yes yes yes yes yes and another yes to top it all off. i really really love the idea, and i love under the red hood in general so thank u so much for suggesting this :) like i spent all day brainstorming (probs shoulda been studying but shhhhh) diff headcanons so i’m pretty excited to write it out. also so the timeline with this is a little tight ig?? i really wanted to include tim as bruce’s new sidekick with dick in the middle of his fallout with bruce but again a lil too tight so we’re just gonna have rebellious dick for now and i also haven’t watched death in the family so i’m basing this purely off of under the red hood :) (oh and fuck dick’s hair in the movie oh my god i’m ignoring that it even exists i’m so sorry)
dick is 17 on the cusp of hitting 18 and he’s so fucking sick of batman. every conversation of theirs was leading to a screaming match where each one tries to push their opinion as fact. it was getting messy and soul crushing at this point, and dick hated it. the rising action of it all was dick getting fired from robin, a role he hadn’t even been formally granted by batman yet he felt it in his power to strip him of it. he felt like a pawn in a chess game that gambled his identity and being off of the mind numbing mantra of be better. do better. faster. punch harder. follow orders. be better be better better. and dick was sick of it, so he shed the robin uniform. swallowing it like a bitter pill because he was forced to do so. but nightwing was giving him clarity as of late. the sheer rush, brilliance and exuberance of it all reminded him of when flying was a much simpler task.
however, dick had an annoyingly unwavering loyalty to protecting bruce’s (less batman then bruce. bruce was his father. batman was not. yet nowadays the man himself was forgetting who exactly was the secret identity and who the real person was.) safety and well-being, even if it meant risking another shouting round. so, once dick catches wind of batman’s whereabouts for the night, he decides to help him with Amazo etc., and dick cant help but realize how well they still mesh together when it comes to fighting. the talking part however, did not come naturally anymore. (it used to. it used to be so much easier)
now bruce, is attempting his best to keep dick out of the loop. he knows dick will furious. and dick’s temper is something not many can tame, but bruce would take the risk. he’d rather dick spit on his memory then be dead in his arms (just like jason was, blown to bits when he should’ve been in his room. safe. sleeping after studying for some test not fighting crime with him in the underbelly of Gotham city, or getting dragged along bruce’s self induced fight with the world.)
dick, of course, does not appreciate this and can very easily tell the bruce is trying to get him off the case. dick doesn’t appreciate that in the slightest, and it only makes him want to push more. to fight bruce on every detail and demand he be apart of this because that’s the only way he can get anywhere with him. it was fair to say, that the interrogation with the joker he had to force bruce into taking him too, wasn’t exactly pleasant. he watches, leaning back against the wall as batman has joker by the neck. some part of him hates himself for not being upset about this, like he’s failing his moral code in some way. but he ignores that half, and tries not to feel angry as bruce doesn’t choke joker out like the rat he is. dick wished, in the darkest parts of his mind, that he could burn joker alive, just to watch in vengeful satisfaction that the man who stole his brothers breath wither in pain. ( and watch that fucking laugh die out)
now, the confrontation goes quite similar. except dick is noticing these little things that resemble jason too much it be a coincidence. too much. he knows how jason fights, he’s sparred with him for years and used to spend countless nights in his room trying to emulate his older brothers swift and hard hitting movements in front of his mirror. he always wished he could hit as hard as jason, as dicks strength at the time was his inhuman flexiblity and professional acrobatic skills. now, when he and batman are against the red hood, fuck it doesn’t feel right to dick. it’s all too similar. it wasn’t even the bigger moves that caught his attention but the little moves in stance that screamed at him that it was his brother. he kept shutting the idea down, because if it was possible dick would have made it happen. he would’ve.
dick gets hurt in the aftermath, but bruce must be a fucking comedian if he thinks it’s going to stop him. they get into another argument, bruce talking him down to nothing and dick frustrated that bruce couldn’t see that he’s been doing this for too long to be lectured on it, and that bruce wasn’t atlas. he wasn’t responsible for the world being held up between his two hands. it simmers down to loud silence, like it always does and dick hobbles out. leaning slightly on alfred.
bruce’s hunch is eating him alive. devouring his soul and heart with a satisfying crunch, not sparing crumb. with the revelation that his son could be alive, and the Red Hood of all people, one of the first thoughts that run through his mind is that he could not tell dick. dick could never know, and will never know. it was a hushed promise, one kept inside his chest, locked like all of his unspoken words. it would crush dick, just like it was crushing bruce now. (or maybe it was because if bruce was on the fence about breaking his moral agenda, he knows that dick would hurdle over that fence. he hates that he knows this but he does. dick wears a bleeding heart on his sleeve for his family, especially for jason. this is the same boy that was set on killing zucco all those years ago before jason and him had stopped it.)
(jason’s tasting bitter green as he mulls over why the fuck dick was there. that little idiot was supposed to be at home. safe. not carrying out bruce’s destructive agenda of self proclaimed justice. he didn’t know whether to be mad at bruce or dick. because of course bruce encouraged this shit, eager to force another child soldier into the suit and send him out to die. but God, did it hurt that dick had taken bruce’s side over his even if he didn’t know it was jason. and that stung like a motherfucker. his little brother, whose fond memories were becoming hazed in a cloud of viridecent smoke, had picked bruce’s side. a little part of himself though, shy and hesitant, whispered that he had hurt dick. he had hurt his little brother and he couldn’t justify it no matter how vengeful he was. but he shoved that part aside, trying to ignore its desperate murmurs as they told him that every time he looked at nightwing or whatever the fuck his new name was, he saw his eight year old little brother smiling up at him).
dick knows that bruce thinks he’s covering his tracks well. he is but dick knows bruce, better then bruce thinks he does. so dick is slowly beginning to formulate a hunch of his own, as he spends countless nights rubbing his formerly injured leg and wondering if he really did everything he could’ve to save jason. if there was something he missed. it’s starting to gnaw away at him, until realization settles into his chest after snooping through bruce’s files. then, he’s dashing to get into uniform, giving a breathless and hasty apology to alfred. itsjasonitsjasonitsjasongogogorunrunrun
batman. red hood. bruce. jason. father. son. bruce cannot stomach the vigor in jason’s words and jason’s heart is giving out at the fact that his father won’t do this for him. to end that pathetic excuse of a fucking life, one that’s stolen from so many people, but it still wasn’t up to his moral standards limit. was jason not enough to warrant a sacrifice for the greater good. (was jason’s desperate need to feel safe of that walking nightmare not worthy to overtake any mission)
it happens in a rush. dick is swinging up to the building, the blood pumping through his ears drowning out the screams of his chest. the joker tackles batman as the timer tick tick tick’s away numbingly. suddenly, dick has kicked the joker off and has one hand over his neck while the other smothers itself over his mouth and nose. why didn’t he do this before? why didn’t he kill the thing before? it didn’t even deserve to be called human, so why would any moral standards apply to a human based code. if batman wanted to be the whole representer of pure justice, fine. he could do that. dick wasn’t though. he was going this kill piece of shit then never let go of jason as long as he lived.
suddenly, there’s a pull at the back of dick’s uniform and at the corner of his eye he catches sight of jason being pulled by bruce as well and he’s just about to call out for him when the next thing he knows a blast rockets through his ears and the world goes black.
jason was no where to be found. and bruce ends up having to shove dick into the batmobile before he lunged after the joker, after realizing jason was missing and that the joker was still alive and kicking. the argument that insues? isn’t pretty. in fact it’s their worst. dick had spun around and asked bruce, ‘who are you? batman or bruce? because im not talking to batman, i want to hear why bruce couldn’t do the one thing his son needed! i want to know why bruce thought it was going to be beneficial not to fucking tell me that my brother-Bruce, he’s my brother! that he was alive, because you thought I was gonna pull shit like this? look at that! the exact thing you tried to avoid happened, you know why? because you cannot trust me, and it blew up in your face!’
it goes on. and on. and on. there’s no resolution, or admittance to what happened. bruce simply shuts himself down, stating this wasn’t changing anything. there was a then and a now, one in which bruce harbours enough guilt to crush his shoulders.
there’s a stony resolution in dick’s voice after bruce tells him to get out with more finality to it then he’s ever said it before, when he says, “fine. batman.”
(jason replays it over and over again in his head. the batarang. bruce turning his back to him. the jokers screechy laugh eating at his mind. eruptions of pain from the crowbar. again. again. again. and dick. smothering the joker. a steely resolve in his brothers eyes he never wanted to see but was secretly glad for. it replays like a broken film in his head, cutting and chopping but creaking out the same tune.)
AHHH OK SO i def wanted to do so much more with this ugh but i really wanted it done td so excuse just how unpolished it is, i might go back with some new ideas in it, but i like where i ended it off. this is more or less the ‘detachment’ phase in dick’s relationship with bruce, as hes nearing the end of high school and cannot do this with bruce anymore (oh college is a whooole other ordeal hehe) but i think dick would be better to tim then what he canonically was to jason. (also because dick is totally not on a mission to get his brother back at all costs and fix this family, nope. not at all.), and i think dick just has a lot more anger in this too? and bitterness here ig? just because he had lost his parents, then his brother essentially, and had to deal with being the emotional support to bruce who was falling apart. it’s a heavy load, and dick is absolutely still himself, just when it comes to jason and the joker as well as his family in general, i think he has a lot more anger as well as less control yk? (oh also i have him less in blüdhaven in this lil thing just bc like he’s still in highschool and is in this weird phase with bruce that hes fired etc., but is now yk fully going into the, ‘i’m not speaking to you anymore’ part. SOO THATS IT FOR THAT THANK YALL SO SOOOO MUCH FOR READING UR KINDA ALL THE BEST TBH AND TYSM FOR THE SUGGESTION AGAIN THIS WAS HELLA FUN :)!!
#dick grayson#jason todd#bruce wayne#joker#dcu#under the red hood#nightwing#red hood#batman#brothers#angst#reverse robin au#reverse robins#tHIS IS ANGSTY YALL#LIKE I SAT BRAINSTORMING THIS SHIT FOR SO LONG#DICK WILL DO ANYTHING TO PROTECT HIS FAMILY#AND JASON IS HURT AND ANGRY BUT HE CAN NEVER BE TRULY MAD AT DICK#BRUCE IS JUST EMOTIONALLY STUNTED BUT HIS ACTIONS AFFECT HIS KIDS SO MUCH UGHHH#robin#hurt/no comfort#yeah not a lot of comfort here#family feels#i wrote this at 2:34am#and i’m not mad
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