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chrisevansjellybeans · 3 years

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TikTok Challenge (2)

A/N: Been getting a lot of love on the first part of this and that means the world so thank you guys so much! Here’s part 2 and I hope you enjoy :)

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: swearing(??), indication of smut

Word Count: 1546

(1)

You shouldn’t have been surprised that your TikTok with Chris would blow up. You weren’t dumb and you had been on TikTok enough to know that there was whole pages just dedicated to your incredible silly and loveable boyfriend. Hell, you followed most of them and quite frankly chatted with some of the creators because they loved your boyfriend as much as you did.

And yet here you were, stunned, as you stared at your video as it played the iconic scene over and over again and tucked nicely on the side was the number 2.3 million. Over 2 million people liked yours and Chris’s video, and it had only been up for about a week. And the comments were so kind and funny. People demanding that you continue doing small pranks on him or requesting other couple challenges. Your face lit up when you saw Chris Olson commented, since you had tagged him you hoped it would reach him but you weren’t sure.

“Holy shit.” You mumbled to yourself as you also stared at your follower count. When you had first downloaded your TikTok you had maybe 25 followers, just close friends and family. You had made a couple just silly videos with Dodge and that had made you get a couple hundred more when people started to recognize you, but now you were at 150k.

Quickly you started thinking of a different video that you could do. Immediately the video of girls going up to their boyfriends like they were about to initiate sex but then stand up and jump on them came to mind.

Perfect.

Now you just had to find a way to set up the camera while Chris was in the bedroom. You got up from the couch and made your way to the bedroom, luckily he was still showering after his workout. You glanced around the room and tried to pinpoint the perfect spot for your phone later.

The dresser on the side wall had some candles on it that would be the perfect prop and it was just out of the way enough that he wouldn’t really notice if your phone was over there. As you fiddled with your phone you heard the shower turn off and Chris’s voice, humming to whatever song he was playing, was getting closer. Quickly, you grabbed your phone and hopped on the bed trying to act like you were just relaxing.

“Hey babygirl,” Chris smiled at you as he walked out of the bathroom, running a towel through his hair as another was loosely wrapped around his waist. He made his way over to you instead of his closet and leaned down and gave you a kiss. “What ya doing?”

“Just going through Instagram. Thinking about my hot boyfriend all wet and sudsy in the shower. You know, the usual.” You grinned up at him. He raised his eyebrow slightly as he leaned more on you.

“Oh really?” He pressed his lips against that spot on your neck that had you melting in his hands. “And why didn’t you join me? I had something I needed you to take care of in there.” The vibration of his voice against your skin was felt as it made your nipples stand at attention and your core ache.

“Hmm.” You moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair, having him move up so that you could give him a proper kiss. “I’m here now.”

“That you are, babygirl.” Chris said against your lips as he let the towel around his waist fall down and pulled you closer to him. “Let me show you what you missed.”

You stood outside, waiting for Dodger to finish going to the bathroom before bedtime. As soon as he finished, you finished turning off all the lights around the house and blowing out any candles that Chris might have missed on his way to bed.

“Come on, Dodge. Let’s go find daddy.” Dodger followed dutifully behind you, his favorite stuffed Lion secured between his teeth.

Chris looked like every girl’s wet dream when you walked into the bedroom. He was leaning up against the bed frame with a book in front of him, bare chested and only in a pair of plaid pajamas pants. The icing on the cake though was his new reading glasses he just got. It seemed impossible but he somehow got even sexier with those on.

You quickly changed out of your clothes and put on your favorite of Chris’s t-shirts to sleep in and since you were about to film a video, put on some pajama shorts as well. You walked over to the dresser with the notion to take off your jewelry, but as you did that you also set up your phone on the spot that you had decided on before.

When the timer went off you walked over to Chris, once again trying hard not to break character as you tried to seem as seductive as possible. He looked over the top of his book as you moved onto him, straddling his waist. Immediately he set down his book and glasses on the nightstand and his hands found their way to your ass.

“Are you sure you’re ready for, what would this be, round 4?” You felt yourself blush all over knowing that Chris’s words would be heard on the internet. You didn’t say anything as you lightly kissed right under his jaw. Chris groaned and his head fell back as he gripped your ass tighter. But his face of pleasure soon turned to confusion as you stood up.

“Worldstar baby!” You laughed as you tapped your elbow and jumped. But of course your “I do my own stunts” boyfriend had reflexes like a goddamn cat and before you could fully land on him he caught you.

“Are you on crack?” Chris laughed as he tickled your sides as you fell to the side of him. You giggled as he continued to tickle you.

“It’s for-” you could barely finish seeing as you couldn’t breathe from laughing. You pointed to your phone on the dresser. “Tiktok babe.”

Chris groaned as he stopped his ticklish assault on you and pushed his face into the crook of your neck.

“Babe!” He groaned as he rolled over and sat up, looking directly in the camera like a scene out of the office. You sat up behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck as you smiled into the camera as well.

“Smile for the fans, honey.” You joked.

“Wait, so does that mean no sex tonight?”

“Christopher!” You glanced at the camera which had once again ended at the perfect time.

“Ha. Now you won’t post it.” Chris chuckled.

“Babe, if you don’t think that every girl, gay and they on that app won’t get excited at the sound of you saying that; you truly don’t know your own fans.” You kissed his cheek and bounced over to your phone watching the video. You bit your lip as you watched, slightly concerned that it might be a little too scandalous in the video. You knew that there were worse things on that app but you knew that you had to be more careful for Chris’s sake.

“Chris, come watch this.” You turned to him. “I don’t want to post it if you think that Caroline will kill me.” Caroline, his publicist, worked hard to make sure that Chris maintained his image as the wonderful human being that he was. He obviously didn’t make it hard to do but you didn’t want to cause any issues.

Chris sighed as you sat next to him, leaned your head against his chest and let the video replay.

“If it’s too sex tape-ish in the beginning I wont post it. Just having it for myself is enough.” You said as Chris watched the video closely. You bit your lip as the part where you’re on top of him played.

“But you want to post it?” Chris asked when the video finished. He turned to look at you fully, placing his hands on the tops of your thighs.

“I mean of course, it’s funny and I think people would like it. Our other video has already gone viral. But I’m not going to do anything that you are uncomfortable with. I know you like your privacy.”

“I think it’s fine to post. I mean there’s not much worse that can happen since the other incident.” You rubbed his hand that was resting on your leg. “If Caroline has a problem with it she can talk to me, but I say it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” You asked once more before you posted it. “This might be the video that shoots us into TikTok fame. Forget Captain America, this will be your biggest gig yet.” You joked.

“I can not stand you.” Chris rolled his eyes. “Now let’s please either have the sex that I thought I was getting or go to bed.” He laid down and raised his eyebrows seductively. He lightly tapped the spot next to him and then made circular motions with his hands.

“You’re a dork.” You laughed as you set your phone down and decided to reward your boyfriend for being so cooperative.

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years

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Story: y/n feels sorry for being herself. sometimes she has trouble accepting and loving herself..even tho she has no problem loving Harry, with all his flaws. he definitely helps her with that ;)

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Anonymous Said: 11 and 20 from the prompt list

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A/N: I got a request for 11 and 20 from the prompt list and they fit perfectly with this. I definitely wrote this with myself, my own struggles, and the struggles of the other beautiful ladies out there in mind. I also wanted to make it a lil bit deeper by incorporating some post-pregnancy y/n had Harry up in there. Also, I wanted do something real fluffy bc what I have planned for Friday is insane. Enjoy🙃

11. “Fuck you have no idea what you do to me.”

20. “Such a beautiful body, why would anyone hate it?”

You were really going through it this morning. For starters, when you woke up you were immediately drawn towards going back to sleep and recouping some of the sleep you’d lost recently. On top of that, your nipples were incredibly sore from breastfeeding and your body was still drained and recovering from giving birth three months ago. But luckily for you though, you were blessed with an amazing husband who didn’t hesitate to take care of you guys’ baby boy. You didn’t even have to ask him, as soon as he saw the exhausted and overwhelmed look on your face when you two woke up to the loud cries of your son, he immediately sprung into action and ordered you to stay in bed and take care of yourself while he tended to the baby and gave you your space. You were able to get a bit more sleep and feel way better than you did earlier on in the morning. Another hour and a half of sleep did wonders for you at this point in your life. That small window of time allowed you to feel rested enough to get up out of bed and get yourself together.

You wasted absolutely no time stripping your sleep clothes off and hopping right into the shower. The water was the perfect temperature and you just stood under it. The hot water pouring down onto your body felt absolutely amazing and you could hands down feel your stress and tension just melting away from it. You were relaxed. Even though you loved your son with your entire being and then some, it was hard. You were so grateful for Harry and you felt like you shouldn’t have any complaints at all. But it’s just that you weren’t used to having anyone depend on you the way your son just about solely depends on you. So times like these where you were granted a little time to regroup were cherished and seized.

After a nice long shower that was filled with pampering, you turn the water off and you step out to get yourself dried off and dressed. You wrap the fluffy towel from the counter around your body and you head back into the bedroom to grab some clothes. After picking out your daily attire of a t-shirt and sweats, you station yourself on the bed to get ready. But unfortunately for you, you’d stationed yourself right in front of the full body mirror. The second you unwrap your towel from your body, the good feeling that was flowing through you vanished and was replaced with a sad and embarrassed one. This feeling hadn’t reared it’s ugly head in a good while. You hadn’t had the time since the baby was born to take a good look at yourself; and you were starting to feel like you were better off that way.

You always struggled when it came to you having a positive viewpoint of yourself, and in particular your weight. You were constantly battling against the negativity that was coming at you from almost every part of your life. You were in an uphill battle with losing weight and getting to a place where you felt comfortable all the way around. Whenever you took strides to get to that better place, you were always pulled back down. That force was the little comments from family members, people online, and yourself. Whenever you saw or heard what people had to say, you let yourself be overcome with that negativity and in turn it was harder to keep going and push forward. You felt like all your efforts were going to waste and you were never going to see results, inside and out. And at some point you just stopped loving yourself. You managed to love Harry despite his flaws but you couldn’t seem to do it for you. You pretty much gave up on loving yourself. And to make it even worse, you put all of the love inside of you that was supposed to be dedicated to yourself into loving others. The only way you got out of that enormous rut was because of Harry. He made sure to consistently and constantly reassure you that you were beautiful and worth loving. He did daily affirmations and did everything in his power to help you get back on track and work towards your goals.

And for a year you were able to have success in doing that.

After a little over a year of loving yourself, working towards your weight goal, and just feeling good, you got pregnant. When the news broke, you and Harry were over the moon. The two of you were extremely happy and in love that you both could’ve just burst from joy. You were head over heels for Harry and for yourself, and Harry was head over heels for you and the fact that you were head over heels for yourself. Everything was the way it was supposed to be and it was only getting better now that you guys were expecting a bundle of joy. Fortunately for you both, you were able to glide through your pregnancy with only minor hiccups along the way. Since you were always exhausted and you were actively changing, your solid workout and extensive selfceare routines fell by the wayside. You were so tired and just not in the mood that you couldn’t even do the low intensity workouts that your doctor said were okay. The only things you had were your mental wellbeing which was fine, and Harry. You felt bad that you weren’t keeping yourself up the way you’d been doing for the past year and you came down on yourself for it at times. But of course, Harry nipped it right in the bud and brought you back. You couldn’t imagine what you’d do without him throughout all of this.

So seeing yourself in the mirror and taking in your body now was incredibly disheartening and to you it was like a slap in the face to all the hard work you put in along with the tremendous amount of support from Harry. You fully understood that your body wouldn’t be the same after giving birth but you were hoping that it wouldn’t be as bad as it was. That is, as bad as you thought it was. Because you were constantly fighting with those negative thoughts and trying your hardest to love yourself the way you deeply love Harry, everyone else, and now your son, you tended to over exaggerate in your mind how bad something was. If you saw something you didn’t like, you didn’t like it all. And as a result of that, you spent a good amount of time standing there in front of the mirror critiquing your body and asking yourself over and over again how in the hell am I supposed to get back to normal?. You were so engrossed in overanalyzing and critiquing that you didn’t even notice Harry come back into the room.

While you were having some alone time, Harry went into full dad mode. He was able to get bubs to quiet down and let his dad take care of him. He did a quick diaper change so that bubs could be comfortable while Harry made himself something quick breakfast. He played with the baby for a while before giving him a lukewarm bath to get him cleaned up for the day, and he fed bubs, lulling the little boy right into a milk induced sleep. And hopefully, it’d stick for an hour or two so that he could spend some time with his wife. When he makes his way into the room, Harry’s feeling good. He got the baby squared away and taken care of, and his wife was taking some much needed time to herself. He knew that it was a big adjustment for you and he wanted to take as much off of you as possible because you deserved it. After your struggles in the past with your weight and loving yourself, Harry could only imagine how difficult it must be to keep yourself in a good headspace and just enjoy motherhood to the fullest without focusing on the “negatives”.

That’s why when he saw you looking at your naked body in the mirror with a downcast and almost disgusted look on your face towards your reflection, Harry knew exactly what was going on and he had to step in. You were doing so well and the last thing he wanted was for you to fall back into that deep hole of negativity that you worked so hard to get out of. He immediately makes his way over and stands right in front of you so that he’s blocking your view of the mirror. When he does this, your head still hangs low and you can’t even bring yourself to look up at him.

“I look horrible.” You whisper sorrowfully. At this, Harry extends his hands out to cup your cheeks and lift your head up to look at him.

“Baby…” He coos, seeing the saddened look in your glassy eyes. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, you always have been. You’re even more beautiful now.”

“No I’m not. Everything is worse and I won’t be able to get back from this.” You sigh pessimistically.

“Yes it’ll take time, but you can do it and I’ll be right here by your side to help you through.” He begins, lovingly reassuring you of his full commitment to you. Harry then lets go of your cheeks and moves so that he’s behind your body and so that you can see the mirror again before wrapping his arms around your naked waist. “When I look at you, I see a badass and a strong woman. I see the woman who carried and delivered our son. I see the beautiful mother of my child. I see the woman I married three years ago. I see you Y/n, the love of my life.” He whispers, trying his hardest to hold back his own tears. Seeing you be so harsh towards yourself was not okay with him and it tore him apart. You are his rock, and to see you falling apart was causing him to break down himself.

“I just- I hate it.”

“Such a beautiful body, why would anyone hate it?” He whispers, trying to reason with you. “You’re beautiful.” He reminds pointedly. “Now say it with me.” He instructs further.

“You’re beautiful.”

“I’m beautiful.” The both of you say in unison repeatedly, every time Harry gives you a kiss to your neck. As this continues on, Harry couldn’t stop himself from stiffening up in his pants. The two of you hadn’t been this intimate in a good while and he missed it. He knew that you were still feeling insecure and that his purpose was to reassure you that you’re not what you’re saying you are and that he loves you so much. That’s why Harry was absolutely loving the idea of making love to you so that you could really see how amazing you are and the effect you have on him.

While his kisses and affirmations continue, Harry’s hand slowly strays away from your lower stomach. He slowly but surely makes his way down to the area between your legs, cupping you in his hand with his fingertip resting on your button between your folds. He then begins to circle his finger around your button. You hadn’t felt his fingers in a good while, and you had to admit that they felt really good against you right now. When your pants and small moans begin to hasten and you begin to enjoy him more, Harry swiftly turns you around to face him before lifting you up and lying you down on the bed. Once you’re lying on the bed, Harry quickly undresses himself before lying on top of you.

“Fuck you have no idea what you do to me.” Harry admires, taking in all of your amazing features. He then begins to work your body, starting with your neck and working his way down. He peppers kisses all across your skin and he continues with his affirmation as he kisses down and up your body. “Wanna make you feel good, wanna make love to you. Can I baby?” Harry asks softly, bringing his lips to yours.

“Please?” You sigh needfully up to him. You really needed to feel good. When you give him this answer, Harry is quick to keep himself propped up on one hand as he reaches down to line himself up with your entrance. When you feel him nudging at your hole, you reach up to pull his face down and connect your lips with his before lifting your hips up a little to give him the signal to keep going. As he pushes into you, you both keep your mouth’s against each others, moaning into one another as he enters you. It felt a bit weird, but it felt really good. You felt full and Harry was filling you. Everything was perfect.

Harry continues to slowly and deeply rock his hips into you while whispering sweet nothings into your ear through his moans and keeping two fingers on your clit. The both of you were on cloud nine. You were being fully pleasured by Harry and he was pleasuring you and you feel special the way you deserved while receiving amazing pleasure as well. Since the both of you were a bit more sensitive due to the fact that there were so many emotions involved, you and Harry reached the edge pretty quickly. The pleasure was outstanding and you both needed to let go and fully experience it all.

“Wanna cum with me darling?” Harry coos through a moan, continuing to rock into you and rub at your clit.

“So bad.” You whine, feeling his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you.

“I love you so much baby.” Harry grunts down to you, deeply pushing in one final time as he begins to let go inside you.

“I love you too!” You gasping response, feeling your own release wash over your entire being. It was amazing to say the least.

“Y’so beautiful.” He says again as he rides the wave of his release. When he says this, he is subliminally signaling for you to repeat it.

“I’m beautiful.” You say softly, still feeling the major shocks of your release.

One round of loving wouldn’t do the ultimate trick in changing how you felt, but it was definitely a good place to start.

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gallickingun · 4 years

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a gentle reminder

Summary: Bakugou has made a name for himself as the Pro Hero Ground Zero, and yet it does little to satiate the competitive nature he feels even with you. One day, when it all becomes too much, you take it upon yourself to give him a gentle reminder that he is everything you need and more.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader Rated: M/E+ Warning: smut, language, etc. Word Count: 3,899

bakugou’s birthday party has begun! see here for more info!

“A-Are you...jealous?”

Bakugou huffs, “Not jealous of that extra, no way.”

You put your phone down on the countertop and lean forward, hands cupping your face as you look over the bar at him. He’s got a pink tinge on his cheeks, eyelids hiding those crimson irises that you’ve come to know will betray him if he were to look at you.

The wafting scent of dinner distracts you for a moment, eyes wandering to the stovetop. You use the pair of chopsticks to your left to snatch a stray piece of seasoned meat from the skillet, blowing on it before slipping it between your teeth.

Every time Bakugou makes dinner, you’re sent on a trip of enlightenment. He’s got serious skills when it comes to a set of kitchen knives and raw meat. You didn’t take Kirishima’s word for it at first, but one night when you were about ready to order takeout but Katsuki found a bunch of close-to-expired ingredients in your fridge, he whipped up something so delicious you’ve never forgotten it.

You take the moment of quiet praise and turn it into something like adoration, “Wow, honey, this is amazing.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugou takes the skillet off the stove eye and tugs it away from you, letting the meat cool while he plates up rice. He tilts his head up so his hair isn’t hiding his eyes, looking over your face to see if you’re teasing him.

It’s almost worse, when he sees the absolute endearment settled in your eyes and cheeks. Your smile even makes his chest constrict from within the cage of his bones. Some days, when he looks at you, he thinks he’d rather be run through with a light pole than try to come to terms with the way your eyes behold him.

“Seriously, Katsu’,” you hop off of the chair and come around to the other side of the island, “you’re amazing.”

“Of course I am,” Bakugou refuses to melt into your touch. If he does, he knows exactly where this will lead and he doesn’t want the food in front of him to go cold. It’s much better warm, fresh off the stovetop. He scoffs, “You aren’t with the Number Two hero, are you? Nah, I’m Number One.”

You run your hand over the taut skin just above his waistline of his pants, your fingerprints committing to memory every curve of his muscles. It’s hard not to salivate over the dips and swells of his torso; he’s worked hard for this body, and you know it. You’ve watched as he’s grown into the Pro Hero who tops the charts - the daily workout sessions, the long nights, the early mornings. He’s filled out in every possible way, in both body and in mind. It has been years since those childish days at UA High, trembling with jealousy and rage.

“Kacchan,” you mumble, knowing how his knees quake when you use the word, “I’m so lucky.”

He curls his upper lip, nostrils flaring, “Damn right.”

Even though he has shed some of his competitive nature, he hasn’t shed his pride.

You pull away from him in a moment of frustration, your lower lip pouted as you snatch a plate and a fork. Stepping away, you turn your back to him without another word and head towards your seat at the table.

The grunt and groan of his frustrated reaction makes you smile, just a little.

It isn’t uncommon for him to be inept at taking compliments, or giving them for that matter. Bakugou has always been one to settle things with his fists and his words; trash talk is a gift that keeps on giving with him. And he’s always able to follow up on his word, using his body to seal the deal.

The two of you sit in silence at the table, both of you munching through your food without talking. Your phone buzzes on the countertop and you know that it’s Izuku. He’s trying to work with you to create some new features for his costume, and his agency is paying you a hefty amount for it. Even still, it creates a line of tension that creases Bakugou’s forehead and turns his lips downward into a scowl.

An agreement the two of you made when you started living together was if Bakugou was going to cook dinner, you were going to do the dishes. So, when you’ve finished your plate and swiped the last grain of rice between your lips, you stand and start at the sink.

Just as you’ve sunk your hands into the dishwater, the base of his chin rests on your shoulder. The heat radiating from his body is something tumultuous, a raging sea of emotion that only you can tame. It isn’t a surprise that Bakugou yields to you; you are the only one willing to challenge him in every aspect of life. Even if his head hangs in meek disappointment when he realizes he’s done you wrong, he’s still grateful for the humbling words and actions you force upon him no matter the situation.

“I love you.”

The words are murmured against the curve of your neck, hands finding purchase on your hips as he presses into you from behind. His voice is mildly defeated - just enough to where you still your fingers from grabbing another dish. He means the words as an apology as well as a token of his affection, but you want him to say it.

You turn, lips brushing his cheek, “I love you too.”

Your hands return to the dishes, dragging up a plate as you start to scrub. He lets out a frustrated breath at your denial of him, the way you are so easily able to turn your attention from him and back to some menial task. Bakugou’s arms wrap further around your waist, securing you to him at the base of your back. He kisses the exposed skin of your shoulder, open mouth leaving a trail of dampness, evidence of his affections.

“‘m’sorry.”

The muffled words are murmured into your skin as if he might be able to pump them by osmosis into your bloodstream. He hates the way his body holds him back from speaking sentimental truths and promises, and this is not unlike any other time he wants to bare himself to you. Even the hacked words that are only half there make his face go red and his toes curl within his socks.

“Hmm?” you don’t turn to face him this time, still worrying over the dishes in the sink. Your hands have started to prune, but all you can focus on is the intoxicating closeness of the Number One Pro Hero, Bakugou Katsuki.

A curse word is muttered when he reaches the back of your ear, nose nudging against the shell. He hates apologizing, and even more so than that, he hates to be forced to repeat himself. Bakugou growls into your hair, teeth bared against the crown of your head.

“I was being an ass earlier,” he mutters, pursing his lips into kisses as he speaks. You feel warm from your head to your toes, the base of his palms crackling, begging for him to let loose the pent up frustration coursing through his vessels like fire. Bakugou gulps and you feel the base of his throat bob with the action, “Will you forgive me?”

You pull your hands from the water, using the towel on the counter to dry your skin before turning to face him. A gentle smile tugs your lips upward, fingertips itching to be close to him. You curl your hands around his signature black tank, hugging the hem between your knuckles, “I’ll find a way.”

Bakugou’s lips twitch into a semblance of a smile, “I’ll make it up to you.”

The tip of his nose nudges over your cheek, lips ghosting at the corner of your mouth. You slip your hands up the back of his shirt, palming at the corded muscle of his shoulders. Bakugou is usually coarse when he’s showing you affection; all jarring and sharp edges. Now he is slow and smooth, much like the caramel he is so often associated with.

Your hands are nudging him closer, gingerly pressing into the dips of his shoulders so he will close the gap between you. Bakugou bites a kiss into your jaw, making you smile before he captures your mouth with his own. He taps your hips and you take the hint, thrusting yourself forward for him to catch you around the thighs. His fingertips dig into your tender skin just enough for you to make a face, but when he readjusts you it’s worth it.

You trail your thumbs over the contours of his biceps, mouths melding together in the quiet of your kitchen. You lick at the seam of his lips and he starts walking you towards the bedroom. Katsuki has never been fond of taking you for himself anywhere other than that specific place, for reasons he can’t quite explain.

“Kacchan,” you whine into his ear, resting your chin on his shoulder as he toes the door shut.

The darkness of the room is something of a comfort, the only light cast out from the cracks in the blinds, moonlight filtering through. Your fingertips dig into his back, begging for friction in any way you can find it. He satiates you momentarily with his hands dragging up your thighs to grip your backside.

For some reason, he loves the way you whine for him, using the childhood nickname in such a way that it makes the insides of his body burst into flame, the pit of lava rolling in his belly and your kisses only stoke the fire.

Your toes curl as he dips you back into the bed, hovering over you like a shadow in the night. The white rays of moonlight are bouncing off of him, creating pale stripes against his body. His vermillion eyes track your features, memorizing you from forehead to chin. One of your hands sift through his hair, the other pushing the hem of his shirt upward to better access his torso.

“Use your words,” he admonishes sarcastically, leaning back on his thick thighs to remove the offending piece of clothing. Your palms are at the base of him, thumbs drifting from his waist to his pectorals as he strips. There is a moan lying dormant in the back of your throat, clawing at your tongue and begging to be let out. You bite your lip and thank whoever is listening that the moon and stars are bright enough tonight that the shadows cast in the room allow you to get a clear look at the cut of his muscles.

You sit forward, your chin jutting into the base of his sternum, “You’re so handsome, Kacchan, so strong. I’m so lucky to have you to keep me safe.”

Bakugou’s hands cup your face, gingerly holding you between his fingers as he stares down at you. There is something sitting in his irises, something complicated you can’t quite make out. You would love to study him, to look on at him for hours on end until he’s sick of you.

“You’re so good to me,” you kiss the pad of his thumb where it rests on the corner of your mouth. “You’re the only one for me, all I’d ever want.”

There is a glimmer in his eyes and you swear it may be tears. Heat gathers in the form of a blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears, neck bobbing as he swallows the pent up emotion building in his throat. You lean further into his palm, closing your eyes and breathing him in. Bakugou takes the moment of your serenity and lowers you further into the bed, your shoulders pressed flat against the sheets.

You tug him by the neck, opening your lids just enough so you can make out the features of his face, “I’d never want anyone else, ‘Suki, only you. No matter what.”

“Even when I piss you off?” he asks, rutting his hips forward even though both of you are still clothed from the waist down.

The question is meant to be a joke, a jest between the two of you, however he’s not smirking. There is a very serious tone to his voice, a look in his eye that says he needs this, needs you to reassure him that it doesn’t matter what he does but you will love him anyway. That you would love him in spite of it all.

You tilt your head forward to kiss him with fervor, a gasp parting his lips at your sudden action. His hands cage you in on either side of your head, the heat of his body making you wish he’d shed your clothes. Bakugou shudders under the taste of your tongue as you map out the inside of his mouth, your chins bumping while you kiss.

“I love you,” you gasp between breaths, locking your ankles around his back so you can be closer to him. You hook yourself around him at the shoulders, digging your nails into the soft skin near his collarbones, “Katsu’, I want you-please.”

The softness in his eyes never leaves as he disconnects from you, stepping out of his pants and underwear, giving you a moment to do the same. You squeal when you feel his fingertips at the hem of your shirt, tugging the material as you push your bottoms off to the side. Bakugou is slow when he pulls the shirt over your shoulders, marveling at your bare skin as you lay in front of him.

“Damn you’re pretty,” Bakugou drops his head to your neck, open mouth making quirk work of your skin. “So fuckin’ pretty, baby.”

Your toes curl, the words sending a jolt down your spine. You keen into him, tongue running over your teeth with your mouth parted, the tip of the muscle drawing Bakugou’s attention. He kisses your mouth next, groaning slow when you force your tongue through his lips. His hand reaches behind your back to unlatch your bra, loosening the garment so you can shrug it off.

When he tilts forward to kiss you again, you reach down between your bodies to circle your fingers around the base of his cock, pumping him a few slow times. Bakugou whines into your mouth, hips jutting forward into your hand as he does so. You mumble into his lips, “Please, Kacchan, I-I wanna feel you, want you to fuck me with your perfect cock, make me yours, p-oh.”

He’s already knuckle deep inside of you, curling the tip of his fingers around your slick, cutting off your words with his actions. You moan, bucking your hips upward to take more of his fingers into your pussy, clenching around him as you screw your eyes shut.

“Already mine,” Bakugou growls, speeding up the pace of his fingers and you do the same with your palm around his cock. He licks at your lips, sloppy in the way he tries to kiss you, “Right?”

You nod, your free hand gripping the sheets as he starts you toward the crescendo of pleasure. A whine parts your lips, “Love you so much, Katsuki. You’re my favorite, you know? I-I, oh, fuck, baby, you always make me feel so good.”

Bakugou pulls his fingers away from your core to tap your wrist with the back of his palm, pushing you away from his waistline so he can coat his cock in your slick. The tip of his cockhead brushes over your desperate folds and you swear that you feel another wave of pleasure coat the inside of your walls, begging internally for him to split you wide open.

It is easy to palm over him now, bare above you as he lines himself up by the waist, ready to thrust into you whenever he’s ready. You are mapping the planes of his chest and shoulders with the pads of your fingers, committing him to memory so you can carry the thought with you every day forward.

A brisk forward thrust of his hips has your eyes rolling back in your head, fingernails scraping and tearing into his skin. Bakugou drops his head to your shoulder, mumbling into the curve of your ear, “Such a perfect pussy, made just for me, yeah? Feels so good around my cock.”

You answer him with equal vigor, rolling your hips to match his speed as he begins to rut into you. You turn your head so you can kiss him, the heat of his breath making you dizzy. One of Bakugou’s hands drifts to your thigh, clutching the underneath side so he can hold you in place better. He is slow and deliberate with his thrusts, having you feel every inch of his pulsing cock as he fucks you deeper into the mattress.

“Kacchan,” you whine, the edge of his canine tooth digging into your neck as he drags his mouth down the column of your throat. “You fuck me so good, ‘Suki.”

The two of you loiter praise over one another like it were confetti, raining it down on each other to elicit smiles and moans and touches. His hands drift from your face to your chest to your clit to your thighs, unable to satiate his need to map out your body and find every sensitive spot he can. Meanwhile, your words tumble much faster and your hands are glued to his shoulders, digging yourself in like an anchor while he fucks you gently, but with enough force that you feel your body tightening. There is a coil wound deep within you, a thing that only he has found the perfect way to unravel.

“Fuck,” he finally mutters, eyes tight as his body tenses, “I-I’m close, shit.”

You nod, surging forward to kiss him on the mouth, “C’mon, ‘Suki, ‘wanna make you come. Please?”

His eyes are bright as he looks down at you, the small amount of light seeping through the window making it appear that he has stars in his irises, making them look like little red gems. Bakugou’s jaw hangs open just slightly, “B-Bu-”

You’re rolling your hips forward now, begging him with your body to push himself over the edge. It doesn’t take much more than that and he’s spilling into you, a thick wash of come making your insides throb. Bakugou continues to drill into you through the aftershocks, practically forcing you into an orgasm despite your protests that he doesn’t have to continue.

Kastuki’s finger finds your clit, the rough pad of his thumb circling the sensitive spot. Your eyes screw shut and you swear you can see stars, “K-Kacchan, i-it’s o-oh.”

You clench around his cock, throwing your head back into the pillow as he works you towards the edge. You whine, your knees thrashing against his hips as you seek release, bucking upwards into him. Bakugou bottoms out within you again, a duo of moans reverberating off of the walls of the bedroom, lewd sounds stimulating you even further.

His name falls from your lips one final time before you’re coming around his cock, pussy fluttering with exhileration. You dig your hands into his shoulders, arching your back upward so your chests are flush with one another. You pant, breath hot in his ear as you clutch onto him like an animal.

“Kacchan,” you mumble, near whining when he pulls out of you.

“C’mere,” he’s already got you wrapped up in his arms, turning to the side so he can hold you. You kiss his chin and then his bottom lip, your knee sliding between his thighs to drag yourself even closer. Bakugou nips your lip before kissing you again, slow and lazy.

You tell him you love him between the space you’ve created, warmth and comfort coiling around your every extremity like vines in a garden. When he holds you close, when his hands pass over every bit of your skin, it’s a reminder that Bakugou is holding onto you, keeping you steady despite everything going on in the world around you. Your hands are on his neck and back, trying to soak in as much of him as you can with your blurry mind.

A swipe of his tongue on your lower lip has you gasping out the words, “You’re perfect,” into his mouth. You cinch your legs tighter, accidentally grinding your hips into his thigh, “K-Katsuki, I-I just...I want you to know.”

Bakugou uses his thumb and forefinger to tilt your head upward, “Know what?”

“I want you to know that I’d always pick you first.” Your thumb grazes his jawline, “In every day, every universe, every timeline. I’d always choose you.”

If you weren’t looking close enough, you wouldn’t see the smile on his face. Any other person would mistake it for a smirk, but you know better. There is a gentle dimple dipping into the center of his right cheek, begging for you to kiss over it. Bakugou’s arms pull you in tighter, tucking your head underneath his chin as he cradles you in his arms.

You don’t stop there - you need him to understand the depth of your feelings, “I think you’re amazing, with or without a quirk. You’re strong and you’re brave and you’re smart. Sometimes you act like an ass, but it’s only because you’re proud - your pride is one of the things I admire most about you.”

Your fingernail traces over his pectoral, writing the words I love you and small hearts into his skin like they might stay if you repeat the action enough times. You wish you could etch every kind thing you’ve ever thought about him into his skin and bone, begging him to believe you even though you know he won’t.

“I love your eyes and your lips and your strength,” you squeeze his bicep for emphasis, biting on your lower lip as you think of how many times he has held you down with those very arms, “and I think that you are exactly the hero that we need right now. I’m so luck-”

Bakugou has cut you off with another kiss, this time he is a bit rougher, emotion seeping through as his lips work into you. He has your cheeks in his grip, thumbs brushing the tops of your cheekbones.

When he pulls back, your half-lidded eyes try to make contact with his ruby red irises, “K-Katsuki, I need you to know that you never have anything to be jealous of. Not with me.”

“I know.” He nods, pushing a strand of hair away from your face before replacing his hand on your cheek, “I don’t deserve you.”

You smile, scooting closer to him so you can share in his warmth, all of your skin pressing into his, “Well, I’m just here to give you a gentle reminder that you do.”

“Ah,” Katsuki kisses the tip of your nose, “a gentle reminder, huh? Say, I think I’m forgetting what we were just talking about-you, uh, you think you could remind me?”

A blush paints the tops of your cheeks, but you know better than to deny yourself the reality that you won’t do exactly as he suggests, but this time - a little less gentle. --- a/n: i am.. not satisfied with that, but heck if i’m gonna re-write it. more to come, since bakuweek is upon us!

A/N IN ALL CAPS: THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME I’VE TRIED TO POST THIS. THIS FRICKEN THING BETTER NOT FLOP. I WILL BE... SAD.

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gutsygay · 3 years

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Stuffing Story: “Daniel Gets His Fill”

Hieee 👋presenting my first kink fiction story, just a couple college guys getting stuffed.

Features stuffing, overeating, tummy rumbles, burps, and tummy rubs.

SOOOO um hope y’all like it 👉👈🥺

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“And that about wraps it up for today! Don’t forget chapter four homework due Monday.” the professor said, dismissing the class.

Daniel grinned, hopped from his seat and headed toward the lecture hall door. He was an active type, and hated to sit still for long periods. As he waited for the crowd of his classmates to shuffle through the door ahead of him, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the nearby glass bookcase. He was average height, with tan skin, broad shoulders and large thighs. He was muscular and lean, save for a bit of a belly protruding from the very bottom of his abdomen, which he could never quite seem to work off, or even to tuck away completely when he wanted to hide his pudge.

Daniel didn’t care though. His main passions were eating, and working it off with strenuous exercise. His energy seemed boundless, but none more than his appetite was bottomless. At the time he wanted nothing more than a full rack of ribs and some buffalo wings. But at the same time he already had energy to expend as well. He wavered about how he’d spend the afternoon when his friend Nick called to him from across the hall, settling his silent debate.

“Yo Danny! We hitting the gym or what?” Nick said with a toothy grin.

“Sure, bro.” Daniel replied. “Leg day today, right?”

“Think so.”

“Sweet. I’ll meet you downstairs in five.” Daniel said, and headed to his car.

He grabbed his athletic clothes. He smiled to himself in anticipation of the coming activity. Soon they’d squat, lunge, press and strain their legs until they were nearly too sore to walk. He turned his thigh to the mirror he’d mounted on the inside of his locker door. His quads were already looking huge - they were getting that chiseled teardrop shape as well. As he lifted his shirt for a better view, he felt a sudden rumbling from down below. It had been nearly four hours since lunch - which was never enough for Daniel in the first place - and he was filled with nearly child-like excitement for what was to come. He thought of his favorite part of lifting - gorging himself afterward. Such a strenuous, calorie-intensive session as leg day meant he could pack it in with no shame.

He arrived at the basement gym, which was open to all resident students, but was surprisingly empty at the time. Nick was already at the squat rack - he had already set them up with a soul-crushing 315 pound squat rack.

“Alright then.” Daniel said, pumped. “Let’s hit it.”

And so they did. They grunted their way through 5 sets of squats, followed by lunges and leg presses. Then Daniel did some calf raises in the squat rack, his belly jiggling every time he descended. Some of it slipped out from under his shirt occasionally, and glistened with sweat. Daniel just rolled his eyes and tucked it back in.

When they finished, Nick lifted his shirt to wipe his sweat, exposing his ab muscles. Nick looked at Daniel’s partially exposed abdominal region and smirked. “You can never seem to lose that chubby little gut, can you?” he said, poking Daniel’s flab, which was still beaded with sweat. “Nah, don’t have the willpower I guess. But I don’t care. Let’s go eat.” Daniel said.

“Sure, maybe just a salad, Danny? If you - “

Nick was cut off by a deep audible growl from Daniel’s belly. Daniel squeezed it with both hands and looked up at Nick.

“Uh, okay bro, how does Wendy’s sound?” Nick said, silenced by Daniel’s rumblings.

“I’m not feeling it. Let’s hit that new buffet instead.” Daniel said, already headed for the door. Nick followed, knowing his friend was now less of a freshman undergrad and more of a beast in search of prey.

They showered down, got back into school clothes and jumped into Daniel’s car. Daniel usually offered Nick a ride back to his apartment whenever he needed it after their afternoon lifting sessions. They headed a few blocks away from the main campus building, towards a new all-you-can-eat buffet. Daniel’s hungry stomach continued to growl louder, but he simply turned up the car stereo to drown it out.

After what seemed like an eternity, Daniel and Nick pulled into the buffet. They walked in and the greeter happily showed them a booth, but the restaurant owner behind her pursed his lips upon seeing Daniel and Nick, visibly ravenous. They had already twice visited the fairly-new establishment. This kid’s gonna drive me out of business, he thought to himself. That orifice must eat his weight in food once a week.

They claimed their booth seats, and beelined to the buffet area. Daniel grabbed a plate and loaded it with buffalo wings (honey barbecue AND blue cheese), meat loaf, a bacon cheeseburger, quesadillas and a pepperoni calzone. The plate must’ve weighed nearly a pound, and Daniel was practically drooling on the way back to the table.

“Jeez, got enough there, bro?” Nick asked as they sat down, but Daniel was already stuffing his face.

“Nnnf, mm!” Daniel forced a reply.

“Never, huh?” Nick asked.

He watched as Daniel tore into the bacon cheeseburger, engulfing nearly a third of it in one bite. In well under a minute he’d downed the whole thing. Daniel grinned wordlessly at Nick while chewing the last bite, and quickly swallowed before promptly moving on to the meat loaf, followed by the chicken wings.

Jeez, does he ever slow down to breathe? Nick thought to himself. And I feel like he’s just getting started. Nick ate a few bites of his ham slices, and mac and cheese on the side. When he looked back up, Daniel’s buffalo wings had been reduced to six picked-clean bones piled up on the plate, being drenched with grease dripping from Daniel’s calzone. Nick watched as Daniel’s eyes rolled back slightly and closed with pleasure every time he swallowed. He’s enjoying it. It’s like sex on a plate to him! he thought.

Daniel finished the 3 quesadilla slices, and pressed a napkin to his mouth. And then he burped. He tried to quiet it, but his hand and the napkin did little to muffle the rumbling gas that burbled up and out of him. It lasted nearly 5 seconds in all, and Nick could even feel the vibration through the table.

“You good, dude?” Nick asked.

“Uh, ‘scuse me, heh heh.” Daniel wiped his mouth and rolled his eyes, trying and failing to play off his prior eruption.

“Damn dude, you really put that shit away.” Nick gestured to the now empty plate before him.

“What can I say? I’m hungry as fuck.”

“You mean you were hungry as fuck.”

“I dunno man, that belch freed up some room.” Daniel said, patting his stomach. His belly had always been a little large, or at least proportionally big compared to the rest of his body, but now it was visibly distended. More? How could he possibly still be hungry? Nick wondered, and watched as he purposefully strolled back to the buffet line. He had just packed away more than 3000 calories as if it were nothing. Nick couldn’t help but feel intimidated, yet drawn to Daniel’s ability to consume like some kind of alpha male.

By the end of it, Daniel had downed a second plate. And a third. And a shish-kabob. And not one, but two bowls of ice cream for dessert.

Daniel polished off the second bowl, and released another burp, not even trying to muzzle it this time. Nick sat in awe. He himself had managed two plates and a scoop of ice cream, but his dishes were nowhere near as heavily packed as Daniel’s.

“Oof, I think I’m about ready to put a cork in it, bro.” Daniel said, fiddling with his pants belt.

He stood up, revealing his overstuffed abdomen. In the past hour it had taken them to eat, it had grown from a miniscule, doughy bump to a basketball-sized food baby. They headed out to the parking lot, and Daniel lifted his shirt to give his belly a little massage. Nick couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“So that’s where you put it all.” Nick said, blank-faced, and finding himself weirdly intrigued by this bodily transformation.

Daniel turned to face Nick. He burped again, managing to muffle it into a low hiss this time, and replied, “I’m not a bottomless pit after all, haha. It’s gotta go somewhere, y’know.” He looked down at Nick, grinning, and gently patted the underside of his bloat to make it jiggle.

“Uh, yeah, heh heh.” Nick replied, watching his friend’s flab bounce.

“Hey, you want to come over and hang for a while? That anime you like came out on Netflix.” Daniel offered.

“Yeah, sure! I’d love to let it hang out with you. Er, hang out with you.” Nick said. An unexplainable chill ran through him.

They hopped back in Daniel’s car and headed off to his apartment. Nick kept glancing over toward Daniel, still in disbelief at the size of his stomach. In the intermittent illumination from passing streetlamps, he saw it bulging and spilling out in between the seat belt straps. He also saw the physique of the rest of Daniel’s body - his arms and chest were defined, and his quads were still bulging from the prior workout. His left arm was fully extended, lazily gripping the top of the steering wheel, his other resting sandwiched between his thigh and his belly flab.

When they arrived at Daniel’s apartment, they went to his couch, turned on the TV, and waited for the streaming service to connect.

“Whoof!” Daniel exhaled, as he collapsed onto the couch. He reclined in the corner with the armrest and the back cushion, and extended one hand behind his head, the other poking his abdomen again. “Heh heh, maybe I overdid it.”

“Nahhh,” Nick said absentmindedly, staring at Daniel’s gut.

“Uh, don’t you think so?” Daniel grinned, raising an eyebrow.

Nick realized what he’d responded with, and simply blushed.

“Yo, I’m about to burst, jeez.” Daniel lifted his shirt further and fumbled with his belt. “I gotta undo this, I’m dying. You’re cool with that, right?” Daniel said, popping his belt buckle open.

Nick paused, still staring, and said, “D-Do what you gotta do, man.”

Daniel’s exposed belly shone in the soft light of the television. He gripped the button of his jeans, pulled with a grunt, “Unnnh!” and popped open the waist of his pants, sinking backward into the cushions as he did so, as if overcome with relief. He pulled down his zipper, and the lower part of his abdomen spilled out, and rested upon his thighs ever so slightly. Then he lifted his belly to grab the waistband of his underwear, and tuck it downward, so that his gut now hung out completely, unrestricted. His stomach gurgled audibly. Daniel put a hand on his chest and belched loudly. Good lord, he has no shame about this at all, he’s just sprawled out, digesting and not giving a fuck. Nick thought. He’d never experienced anything quite like this before.

“Damn, ‘scuse me, heh heh. Sorry about that.” Daniel said, his abdomen continuing to rumble periodically.

“Don’t be.” Nick said quickly, unsure of why he had received such a feeling of satisfaction from someone else’s burp.

Just then, the streaming service loaded, and Daniel leaned forward to pick up the TV remote, and let out a slight groan, the sides of his belly folding into rolls as he did so. Daniel gripped the remote with both hands and said, “This dumb thing doesn’t work right, I need to get it fixed. The show won’t play unless you hold the On-Demand and Play buttons at the same time, for the first few minutes.”

Daniel reclined again and held the two buttons, extending both hands toward the TV, further exposing his belly in his lap. The theme song of the aging anime started on the screen. The catchy, angelic tune emanated from the TV, but wasn’t enough to muffle further rumbling from Daniel’s stomach.

Daniel looked down at it between his arms. “Ugh, it’s sitting in me like a rock. I really gotta burp again.”

Nick was fixated on Daniel, not paying a moment of attention to the anime on the TV. “H-heh, bet you could use a belly rub right now.”

“Ugh, you know it, bro.” Daniel replied.

Nick paused for a long while, staring at Daniel’s plump gut, resting in his lap. “You know… I guess, maybe, if you wanted to, I could rub your belly for you.”

Daniel looked over at Nick, and let out a soft chuckle.

Nick stuttered, nervous he’d made things weird. “I-I mean, uh, since your hands are full, and like-”

“Sure, bro. Come on over.” Daniel said smiling.

“Uh, seriously? I mean, okay.” Nick said warily.

“Yeah man, what else are bros for? Also I’m dying over here, I’ve never been this bloated.” Daniel reassured him, as Nick slid toward his end of the couch. “If I could get a quick massage down there that would be great.” Daniel reclined, and turned his body toward Nick slightly.

Nick rubbed his hands together to warm them, and gazed upon Daniel’s rumbling, distended tummy. In the low light from the television, he could see that it had bulged from under his ribcage, giving the top an almost triangular shape, but became sublimely rounded closer to his navel, and at the underbelly, which spilled between the zipper of his jeans and onto his thighs. There was almost no hair on his tummy, save for a light sprinkling of peach fuzz surrounding his navel, and trailing downward towards his manhood. His belly button, which Nick had earlier seen to protrude slightly outward, had all but disappeared into the newly chubbier, squishy mass of belly.

Nick hesitated to take in the sight up close. “Y-you ready?” he looked up at Daniel.

“Go ahead, bro.” Daniel replied with a smile.

Gingerly, Nick placed a hand - starting with the fingertips - atop Daniel’s belly, and he could feel the warmth and softness of his exposed skin. He placed his other hand on it as well - the fingers wrapped around the side of his belly, while the thumb lightly gripped in Daniel’s sunken navel. He slowly pressed into the soft skin until it reached a point and became firmer, the bloat caused by all the food. Nick blushed and remembered that he was giving a massage, not just feeling his friend for pleasure.

Nick began to press more firmly and move his hands in a slow, rhythmic motion surrounding Daniel’s navel.

“Like this?”

“Almost.” Daniel replied, his eyes closing in bliss.

Nick continued, pressing firmer still, and re-orienting himself on the couch to press and knead from different angles. Nick could still feel Daniel’s stomach rumbling about, working away at the mass of food. Periodically Daniel would let out a small burp, and Nick could feel the vibrations starting deep within his friend’s body, and burbling up and out. Nick wondered what kind of relief he was bringing his friend, if Daniel’s tummy was faring any better due to the massages and release of gas.

“Move your right hand down a little.” Daniel instructed. Nick slid his hand down below the navel, closer to Daniel’s left leg.

“Unh, down more. And press.” Daniel said, sounding almost desperate.

Nick obeyed, his hand now brushing against the front of Daniel’s jeans, and the waist of his underwear. He pressed harder in this lower area, under the stomach, and felt something shift, as if he’d freed up some mass deep within Daniel’s swollen gut.

“Right there, that’s it -” Daniel started, before he was cut off by a sudden, intense rumble, followed by the loudest burp Nick had ever heard. Nick’s head was positioned right near the top of Daniel’s abdominal area, and he could hear the massive expulsion of gas, and feel the tummy deflating. The burp lasted nearly a full ten seconds, and Nick looked up at Daniel, chuckling.

“Man, you feel any better after that?” he asked.

Daniel hesitated to catch his breath, “Yes, oh my God, I needed that.” he said, groaning. Daniel set down the remote, as the show was playing properly now.

At this point Nick was in acceptance that he was aroused by all this, and continued softly massaging Daniel’s gut, which was finally settled, more or less. Nick prodded experimentally around Daniel’s belly button, curious if he could help his friend release additional pressure. Daniel rewarded his friend’s work with several more burps, each bringing him blissful relief as the pressure in his gut gradually decreased. Finally, Daniel’s stomach was settled, and Nick felt the mass beginning to move downward into the lower intestines.

“Thank you, bro. That felt amazing.” Daniel said, grinning as he looked down at Nick, whose hands were still feeling his belly.

“My pleasure!” Nick replied with a toothy grin. He realized that seeing his friend stuffed, and helping him through tummy trouble, made him feel a delight he’d never experienced before. He stayed still, save for his hands, waiting for Daniel to say he’d done enough. But it seemed to Nick that his friend was just letting him stay there, his hands on his tummy, for as long as he wanted.

Eventually Nick fell asleep, his head on Daniel’s lap, and he listened to the last remaining soft gurgles from deep within his friend’s tummy as he drifted off. Daniel soon found himself nodding off as well, in an irresistible food coma, his hand resting on Nick’s back. He fell asleep, happily dreaming of tomorrow’s breakfast.

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And that’s that, hope y’all enjoyed 😅

#stuffing #overeating #gassy #gassy belly #tummy troubles #burp #tummy rub #tummy rumbles #gurgle #belly rubs #belch #gutsygay #original

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if i told you (post-script) | jjk

summary: now that you and jungkook are together, all you have left to worry about are your finals. and while finals have never been merciful, at least you always have jungkook to lift you up.

{established relationship!au, college!au}

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader genre: fluff word count: 1k warnings: finals week *mr krabs meme* a/n: thank you to @cherryjiminiee for commissioning me for this drabble and for donating to the #blacklivesmatter movement !!! still wishing that this fic was my life.

Jeon Jungkook finishes his very last computer science final on the second-to-last day of the spring semester.

You know this mostly because he had been complaining about having to take it for the week prior to the actual exam, dragging you out to the always-open library on campus to study at three in the morning when neither of you can sleep. You also know this because Jeon Jungkook calls you the moment he leaves the auditorium where he was taking it, and you are already well aware of what he’s going to ask of you when you pick up.

“How’d it go?” You respond, shutting your laptop and hopping off your bed.

“It wasn’t a total disaster,” Jungkook says, always looking on the bright side. “But… it wasn’t great.”

“There’ll probably be a curve,” you assure him. Computer science classes have never had a good track record of being easy or yielding independently high grades.

“There better be,” he huffs. “I need at least a B in this class to keep my GPA.”

“If you totally fail, you know you can always go back to being a rent-a-boyfriend,” you tease. Not that Jungkook would ever consider doing that again, even if the pay was good and he reaped massive benefits, like free food and clothes. Your phone is squished between your ear and your shoulder as you shove your feet into your sneakers and grab your backpack.

“Hey, you get me for free, so keep your mouth shut,” Jungkook counters, a giggle bubbling out of your mouth in return. “Anyway, come over? We can watch Studio Ghibli and eat kettle corn.”

“I’m already on my way.”

When you speed walk, you can make it to Jungkook’s apartment in seven minutes, including the time that you have to wait crossing a major roadway with traffic lights that take forever to change. You get there in eight and a half because you’re distracted by a club selling roses to commemorate the end of the semester, picking one up on your way.

You knock on the door once before it opens to reveal none other than Jungkook, who looks every bit the beat-up-by-finals-week college student he is, under-eye bags down to his knees and a ratty old t-shirt with tomato sauce stains all over it. But he’s smiling, and his tired eyes light up when they see you, and he’s perfect.

“I brought you something,” you say cheerfully, whipping out the rose you had been hiding behind your back. “Yoga club was selling them along the walk.”

Jungkook’s eyes scrunch up when they see the flower in your hands. He takes it between his fingers, and in one fell swoop breaks off most of the stem, so that only an inch or two remain. Gently, he places it above your ear, turning it until it’s just right, before beaming. “Beautiful,” he says.

“So, you got Kiki’s Delivery Service lined up or what?” You ask, barging into his apartment, feeling the soft petals of the rose rest softly against your ear as you walk towards his bedroom. Jungkook doesn’t believe in televisions since they apparently have an uncanny resemblance to microwaves (as if his laptop doesn’t) and because he watches everything on his computer anyway. Besides, a bed is much more suitable for cuddling than a couch is.

“What? I was thinking we’d start with Spirited Away,” Jungkook says, jogging lightly to catch up to you. When you reach his bedroom, you notice a hoodie of yours lying on top of his comforter, clearly having just been worn.

You love his bedroom. Not in the sexy kind of way, because there’s this one part of Jungkook’s bed that feels inexplicably like cement, but in the way it feels like it envelops you, surrounds you with everything Jungkook is, everything that makes Jungkook Jungkook. There are framed vinyl covers on the wall of his favorite old bands, a couple pieces of workout gear in the corner. His closet is open because he does not fear demons popping out to get him in the night, and it’s filled with worn flannels and baggy black pants, perhaps a university hoodie or two. The tiny bookshelf in the corner holds all of his used textbooks, post-its and markers sticking out of the top if he ever needs to go back and reference something. It smells like him, woody and boyish and warm, like home.

It feels like a constant hug from him.

Avoiding the cement part of his mattress, you quickly settle down on top of the comforter, demanding he grab a blanket and join you. Jungkook does so with ease, making sure to take his laptop with him, as he curls up next to you with a fleece blanket covering your bodies. Knowing the two of you, and knowing that it’s May, you’ll almost definitely abandon the blanket five minutes in, but the feeling is comforting nonetheless.

Jungkook puts on Kiki’s Delivery Service because you always wear him down, and you pay attention for the first ten minutes before Jungkook decides that resting it on his lap is annoying, and he would rather let it play in the background as you wrap yourselves around each other.

“How did your finals go?” He murmurs into your hair.

“They were alright,” you say back, head resting on his chest. “I totally crushed my sociology final, but I’m a little nervous about my political science one. It was just one giant essay for three hours. I filled up two blue books.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?” Jungkook asks.

“It’s not if my point got lost in all of the words,” you say with a sigh. That’s the danger with essay exams. You can only bullshit part of the way.

“You have nothing to worry about,” Jungkook assures you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m sure you did wonderfully.”

“You’re just saying that,” you tease.

“Because I know it,” Jungkook says fondly. “You’re my smart-as-hell girlfriend, of course you kicked ass.”

You grin. Jungkook always knows exactly what to say. “How’d yours go, then?” You ask him. You may have had essays to write, but computer science is on another level of college hell. At least, that’s what Jungkook says.

“I’m banking on the curve for all of my classes, but I’ve done alright so far this year,” Jungkook tells you.

“Couldn’t have been as bad as the midterm, right?”

“Oh my God, that midterm ruined my goddamn life. The average for it was a 37. A thirty-seven! That’s like, just over a third of the questions correct. How can professors make tests knowing that it’s impossible to get every single point. Don’t they want their students to succeed?”

“The great mystery of college,” you muse. “But you were above the curve, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, with my 46. Big whoop,” Jungkook huffs out.

“Now who’s the one worrying for nothing?” You counter, reaching your head up so you can place a kiss on his cheeks. He blushes something fierce every time you do, you’ve noticed. Like he still can’t believe you’d ever want to kiss him. The jokes on him, though, because now that you’ve gotten a taste, you’ll never want to stop. “My genius, future tech CEO boyfriend. I’ll never have to work a day in my life so long as you’re around.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” Jungkook says. “First I have to be employed.”

“The rent-a-boyfriend thing is still on the table,” you joke, making Jungkook shove your head away the next time you go in for a kiss. “Hey, don’t reject me! This could be a good business proposition for you. Oh my God, you could make an app with all of your computer science knowledge! Jeon Jungkook, your personal, moldable fake boyfriend.”

“You’re just gonna sell me out like this?” Jungkook asks, accosted.

You grin. “Only because I know that at the end of every night, you’ll always be mine.”

“You’re cheesy,” Jungkook tells you (just in case you didn’t already know that), wrapping his hands around you and pulling you in for a kiss.

“You love it when I’m cheesy,” you say back, grinning against his lips, because he does. “And even when I’m not, you love me then, too.”

“Hmm,” Jungkook says, pretending to think. While he does, you steal yourself another kiss, making his cheeks turn red again. “I guess I do. But only because you love me, too.”

The end of the semester brings both pain and relief, the joy of finishing another year, the despair of a finals week to accompany it. But you know that, no matter what time of year it is, no matter what day of the semester it is, whether it be the seventeenth, the ninety-eighth, or the second-to-last, you will always have Jungkook by your side, ready to take on the next.

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backtobackbakubabe · 4 years

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I am the Alpha Now Part 7

Bakugo X Reader

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Reader is from America and somewhat of a delinquent with an alpha quirk that allows her to turn into a wolf as well as bond with dogs. She is sent to UA to straighten out her attitude. She ends up in a power struggle with none other than our favorite hot head. Words in Italics are words said telepathically

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Nothing could compare to this feeling. You were still tucked into Bakugo’s arms, his warmth radiating from his bare chest into your back. His chin was on top of your head and his arm was wrapped tightly around you. You could stayed like this forever but the sunlight from your window was now directly in your eyes... wait no... that wasn’t right. The sun shouldn't be up while you were in bed.

You opened your eyes and saw the time, “Shit.” You tapped Bakugo’s arm, “Bakugo, wake up. Bakugo... Bakugo!”

His arm tightened, “Hmm?”

You wanted to be annoyed, you really did. But he was just so cute. “Bakugo, we are very, very late. We missed our morning workout and the beginning of class. We are in so much trouble.” Bakugo made no move to get up which surprised you. You mentally went over what day it was to make sure it wasn’t a weekend day.

Nope it’s Wednesday. “Bakugo what gives? We are late we need to get up!” The more you struggled to pull away from him the tighter his hold became.

“Would you fucking relax... we got the day off.” You went to protest but his hand slapped over your mouth, “I talked to Aizawa and we agreed you could use a day to recover.”

You licked his hand expecting him to pull away but instead he nuzzled into your neck and licked from your bare shoulder to just below you ear. A shiver ran down your spine as you squirmed in his grasp. “Two can play at that game pup.”

You wiggled your butt back and pressed it against his growing erection. He quickly let go of you and pushed himself away, “Nope! None of that. Not right now.”

You giggled and rolled over to face him. “And may I ask why not?”

He ran a hand through your messy hair, “Because we have a lot to talk about, and I’m not having sex with you again until we do.”

You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, “I guess I can’t be mad at that... but I’m not thrilled about it either.”

He ran his thumb over your protruding lip, “What do you say we play hooky today and I take you into town. You haven't really seen much of Japan outside of this shitty school.” Your eyes widened with excitement, “We could consider it a cultural lesson.”

You kissed his cheek, “How in the world did you convince Aizawa to let us... wait... when did you talk to him about us having the day off?” He had been with you ever since the accident yesterday and you didn’t remember any such conversation. “Oh no he didn’t come here did he?”

He rolled his eyes as he rubbed your temple. He could see you were starting to panic, “No I saw him early this morning. I got up and let Mercy out for a run and he was outside on his way to check on you. He asked how you were doing and I said you were still sound asleep so... the rest you already know. We got the day off.”

You sat up and stretched. Wincing just slightly at your sore muscles. It didn’t escape Bakugo's attention. He sat up behind you and started to rub your shoulders, “How are you feeling by the way?”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling, “Did grumpy cat just ask me how I was feeling?”

His hand snaked up your neck and tightened just slightly, “Just answer the question pup...” His thumb rubbed circles behind your ear, a direct contrast to the pressure of the rest of his hand squeezing your throat.

You relaxed into his embrace, “I’d say I’m fine, but I get the feeling you wouldn't believe me.” His lips lightly brushed your shoulder. “I’m sore. But nothing too bad. I didn’t have a recovery girl in the states so believe me when I say I’ve had worse.” The hand on your throat pulled your head to the side to give him access to your neck. Was this way of rewarding you for being honest? For behaving? “I thought we weren’t having sex right now?”

His hand dropped from your neck, “We’re not...” His weight disappeared from behind you. “Now get dressed... something warm.” He was in front of you now looking at Mercy, “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. Make sure she actually gets out of bed.”

Mercy barked in confirmation but as soon as Bakugo left he turned to you, “He does know that you’re my alpha right? He knows I can’t make sure you do anything...”

You laughed, “I think he conveniently forgets that I am the alpha here.”

“I think he believes he is the alpha.”

You dragged your sore body over to the closet, “Yeah well he can believe whatever he wants.” You pushed the clothes around until you found the jeans you were looking for. “But at the end of the day he’s the one drooling over me.”

The jeans were very tight and fit you like a glove. You tucked them into a pair of black ankle boots. You looked at your ass in the mirror and you smiled knowing Bakugo would struggle to keep his hands off of it. Now for your shirt. You went back and forth between a cropped sweater and a tank top. He had asked that you dress warmly... were you going to listen.

You held both options up in front of the mirror as you debated on how bratty you wanted to be today. On one hand, he asked you to dress warmly out of practicality. On the other hand he needed to know he didn’t have the right to order you around. You looked into the corner of your mirror and saw a black shirt on the floor beside your bed. It wasn’t yours, so it must have been Bakugo’s. He hadn’t worn it yesterday so it must have been there a while. There were often days in the past month he’d eat dinner in your room while you watched tv. Some of those nights he’d take his shirt off, claiming he was dying of heat stroke. You had just shrugged it off at the time because he did run hotter than most people.

You hung your shirts back up in the closet and picked up the t-shirt. It was a Metallica shirt. You raised it up to your nose and took a deep whiff. Yup... it’s Bakugo’s. You quickly pulled the shirt on and tucked it in to your jeans. Finally you pulled on your favorite fleece lined denim jacket. “Hm... five minutes to spare.”

You put Mercy’s collar on and grabbed a leash just in case and walked out into the hallway. You started to pull your hair into a messy bun when Bakugo left his own room. “Don’t, I like it when your hairs down. You always have it up.”

You paused. You don’t like leaving your hair down because it can get in the way if you need to fight. You shrugged. “I want it up and it’s my hair.”

He strolled over to you and narrowed his eyes at the shirt you were wearing, “I was wondering where that went.” He looked up to you as you continued to pull your hair up, “I really wish you’d leave it down.”

You huffed as you conceded. “Fine. Compromise.” You let your hair back down and ran your fingers through it. You pulled half of it up now and left it in top knot. “Better?”

He nodded, “I can live with that.” He took your hand and led you to the kitchen where he started making a pot of coffee.

You hopped up on the counter and kicked your legs back and forth. “Those damn animals drank all the coffee this morning huh?”

He snorted, “No one here drinks coffee except you.”

You cocked your head to the side, “But you bring me coffee almost every morning.”

He rolled his eyes at you, “Yeah dumbass because I get my ass out of bed in the morning and make it.”

“Oh…”

He handed you a to go cup and put himself between your legs. Placing one hand on each thigh. “So… we’re going to go into town. You need groceries, I’m sick of you eating my food all the time.”

“Hey! You’re the one who keeps giving me your food!”

He rubbed his palms up your thighs, “If I didn’t then you wouldn’t have eaten.” He was so sweet when he was like this. If only he could always be like this. But then again maybe you wouldn’t like him so much if he was…

Bakugo was right. It was a bit colder today than usual. You huddled up next to him as you left campus. Mercy for now was walking next to you without a leash but you knew eventually he’d have to use it. “Can we at least try to do it without a leash… I hate the leash.”

“I know buddy… but these people don’t know you. We don’t want to scare them.”

Bakugo looked at the leash in your head and nodded, “She’s right man. You’re massive. You’d make most people shit their pants. But hey one day you guys will be big time heros and people will know who you are and you’ll never have to wear a leash again.”

Mercy just huffed as he ran ahead while he still had his freedom. You grabbed Bakugo’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I dont know if I’ve ever thanked you for being so cool with him. But I appreciate it and I know he does too.”

He shrugged, “It’s no big deal. I figured he must be going crazy only being able to talk to you all day.”

You smiled and swatted at his chest, “Oh come on I know you’re jealous you don’t get to be in the pack. You don’t have to hide it.”

He smirked, “Oh no... you got me... I secretly wish I could be your little bitch boy.” Mercy growled not liking that comment at all. “Sorry man, no offense. You’re not a bitch... but you also do everything she tells you...” Mercy lunged for Bakugo’s ankles in an attempt to trip him. “HEY! Easy! I said I’m sorry.”

You giggled, “I’d say you deserved that. He’s a little sensitive about our bond and our pack dynamic. It’s such a strong connection that’s almost impossible to explain. We just are. It’s like two computers sharing the same data base. We are always connected. We’re not very good at it yet but sometimes I can even see through his eyes. We are just extensions of each other. So you can understand why he gets upset when people mock it.”

Bakugo nodded as he reached out to pat Mercy’s head, “Yeah my bad dude. I wasn’t trying to make fun of you, I was just making a joke.” He slung an arm around your shoulder, “So how does it work? The whole bonding thing? Did you choose to bond with Mercy or?”

You played with a strand of your hair, “I don’t exactly know actually. When I was little, probably around 6, and started showing signs of my quirk my parents thought it would be good to get me a dog to help me practice. At the time we had no idea about the bonding thing. We just thought I could talk to dogs and shift.”

Mercy was next to you now, he loved hearing this story. “So we went to the shelter and I played with all the puppies. They can’t exactly speak right away you know, it’s something they have to learn. So I was going off more of a gut feeling. There was like this gravitational pull that drove me to the back of the room where there was a very dirty and feisty wolf pup absolutely destroying an old shoe. My parents were horrified at the thought of bringing him home but I just knew. We learned to communicate through our emotions first because that’s what he understood best. He slowly started picking up words and now twelve years later here we are.”

“So you were bonded from the beginning?”

“No, not at all. It actually took a few years and I still don’t know how I did it. I was almost thirteen when it happened. It’s like something just clicked one day and that was that. We’ve been bonded for the better part of the last five years now.”

The market came into view and you could feel your excitement blooming in your chest. This was the first time you had actually left campus on your own. I mean sure Bakugo was there but he hardly counted, he was with you all the tie anyways. He pulled you down aisle after aisle of fresh food. Each time you pointed something out he would say it’s name in Japanese before telling you what it was in English. There were a few things here you had never even seen before. Your favorite part however had to have been when you walked down the “American” aisle at one of the convenient stores.

You were wiping tears from your eyes you were laughing hard, “No wonder you guys think all Americans are fat.” There was an assortment of sugary cereals, pop tarts, candy, and cookies. “We eat more than this junk you know?”

Bakugo laughed, “Yeah like what? McDonalds?”

Your eyes widened, “How dare you? We also eat Wendy’s, taco bell, and Chipotle.” You then proceeded to try to explain to him why in the south you drink your tea iced and with a pound of sugar when you both heard a scream. You both froze as you went into hero mode. Your ears twitched as you tried to find where it was coming from. You could hear a conversation from the front of the store, “Someone is trying to rob the place… the person who screamed was the cashier.”

Bakugo looked at you very impressed, “You can hear all that?”

Your eyes started to glow, “Yeah, I can also hear him threatening to kill her, we need to help.”

Bakugo’s hand gripped tightly on your elbow, “No y/n. Your wolf form is was too fucking big. He’ll see you coming!”

You nodded he was right. You ripped your arm from his grasp and laid on you belly, “So I’ll crawl.”

“What the fu..” You shifted now laying on your stomach in the middle of the aisle, “You stubborn crazy woman.” You wanted him to get on your back but you didn’t know how to tell him that. So you ended up turning your head to him and cutting your eyes back and forth between him and your back.

“What? What do you want? You want me to climb on top of you?” You licked his face which only seemed to piss him off. “Disgusting.” He hopped up anyways and you had to admit it felt very natural him sitting up there.

You stood up to a crouch and slowly made you way to the front of the store. As you got closer the arguing got louder. The poor woman was trying to empty the register with shaky hands but she kept dropping things which just upset the villain. It was then you realized she wasn’t dropping things because she was nervous, she was dropping things because she couldn’t see. She felt around as she looked for the register. That must be the villains quirk. Blindness. You wanted to tell Bakugo but you were too close now to play a game of charades. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “On three you jump on top of the guy and I’ll get her out of here. Just keep him pinned and don’t try anything stupid.” You nodded back. “One… two… three!”

You leapt out from your hiding sport tackling the man to the ground. You put a paw over his face just in case his quirk was somehow activated by him looking at you like Aizawa’s was. You herd the bell ring as Bakugo got the woman out of the store and to safety. The man beneath you thrashed around trying so hard to free himself. At one point he pulled a knife from his pocket and stabbed your shoulder. To you it was the equivalent of getting stung by a bee. Sure it hurt a little, but not enough to get you to budge.

“Shit! Get off of me you overgrown flea bag! GET OFF!”

The bell on the door rang again and this time you could see Mercy running inside with Bakugo. “Is that a knife in your shoulder?” You barked like Mercy did when he was trying to talk to him. He ran a hand over his face, “I literally can’t take you anywhere.” He looked down at the man who was still struggling, “Here’s how this is going to work. We’ve already called the police. She is going to let you up and when she does you aren’t going to move. If you decide to try and run, I will blow your ass up. I’m the maniac who won the UA school festival a few years back so I think you know I’m being serious.”

The man froze for a bit before going limp. “Mercy don’t look at him. I think his quirk messes with people senses. I don’t know how to tell Bakugo though… any ideas?”

Mercy jumped up and put his paws on Bakugo’s shoulders, “Oi what the fuck? Get down!” Mercy took his paw and rubbing it over his own eye before shaking his head and doing it again. “Okay so you’re obviously trying to tell me something but I don’t know what…”

This was going to take forever. You shifted back to your human form, “He said don’t look him in the e-.” The man punched you in the face and scrambled to get to his feet. “Damnit!” You jumped and grabbed his ankle tripping him yet again. This time he turned to look at you and just like you had predicted. You couldn’t see. “SHIT! Bakugo I can’t see! Don’t look him in the eye!”

A loud explosion rang from outside the store so you assumed Bakugo followed through with his threat. You reached out for Mercy with your mind. You could tell he was outside with Bakugo. You focused really hard, almost sweating with how hard you were pushing your limits and you could finally see again. Except it wasn’t through your eyes, it was through Mercy’s. “Well this is a bit disorienting.”

You had to use your other senses to try and find your way to the door. “Wow! Relax you can’t even see. Do you have a death wish dumbass.”

You scoffed, “I’ll have you know that I can see actually!” “Mercy come over here now I need your help.”

“Oh yeah is that why I just watched you trip over the curb? The police chief already said his quirk doesn’t wear off for like an hour.”

You crossed your arms over your chest in frustration, “I CAN SEE !” Mercy came and sat down next to you, “Hey I’m kinda using your eyes right now. So just try to look out for where I’m going. You’re literally my seeing eye dog.”

Mercy bit the end of his leash and put it in your hand, “You got it! I guess it’s a good thing we have the leash.”

You could now see Bakugo’s skeptical expression as he stared at you. You did your best to match his glare but you had no idea if you were even looking in the right direction. “Alright then…. How many fingers am I holding up?” He held up three.

“THREE!”

He looked between you and Mercy, “You cheated! Mercy told you!”

“NO HE DIDN’T!”

Bakugo walked towards you and put a hand over Mercy’s eyes, “Okay and now?”

You growled, “One?”

“HAH! You can’t see. I knew it.”

As soon as he removed his hands from Mercy’s eyes you took a step forward and slapped his ass. “Oh yeah? Then how did I do that?”

His eyes went back and forth between you and Mercy again, “You’re doing that thing you were talking about… You’re looking through his eyes.”

Your face fell, “So what? I can still see… I don’t want to go home yet. We were having fun!”

Bakugo leaned forward and kissed your forehead, “It only lasts an hour. What do you say we just take a quick break and get something to eat?”

You nodded, “Okay…”

He took your hand that wasn’t holding Mercy’s leash and lead you through the crowd. He led you to a quiet little tea shop, “I know you said you liked your tea cold, which I still think is gross, but this is my favorite place for tea around here. I figured we’d get some tea and have that talk we mentioned this morning.”

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x1protector · 4 years

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adventures of gyul

Authors Note: super sorry this took so long, college is hard; i love gyul so much so i hope i satisfied your request anon!! -g

r e q u e s t: “helloooo may i request a little au with hangyul :D it could be anything, kite lover gyul, gyul the explorer, etc hehe thank you in advanced~”

p a i r i n g: hangyul x reader

g e n r e: tooth rotting fluff; boyfriend!au;

w a r n i n g s: this is corny, none

w o r d c o u n t: 1.7k

s u m m a r y: Your boyfriend wakes you up one morning with the promise of adventure. What sort of adventure does he have in store for you?

Hangyul wakes you up one morning rather annoyingly, roughly shaking you out of your comfortable slumber. It’s not often that he wakes you up like this, usually he would stay in bed with you until you’re both awake even when he’s woken up first. You squint at the interruption, hands instinctively coming up to cover your eyes as you stay put in the warm bed. It’s too early to be awake judging by hand on the clock so you close your eyes, trying to go back to sleep, knowing that he won’t let that happen. Hangyul smiles and shakes you once again as you groan, tossing your hands up at your persistent boyfriend.

“Alright! I’m up!” You sit up on the bed, glaring back at him with as much vitriol as you can muster at dawn. Which is not much.

Hangyul grins at your cute expression, pinching your cheek. “Get up, you little bed bug, I have the day off and I want to make the most of my time with you.”

“Bed bugs are supposed to stay in bed,” you whined, your eyes just won’t stay open long enough. You contemplated on flopping back into bed but your loving boyfriend is already one step ahead, grabbing your waist and physically dragging you out despite your protests.

By the time you re-emerge from the bathroom, the smell of breakfast hangs heavy in the air. You follow the scent towards the kitchen and spot Hangyul by the stove, humming a tune as he flips the pancake and making small noises of triumph every time he lands one in the pan. Slowly, you wrap your arms around his waist, looking over his shoulder as he cooks. The scent of the delicious pancakes is almost overwhelmed with the scent of comfort Hangyul provides. You can feel him giggling, back vibrating as he turns his head to look at you, his tongue poking through when he smiles. It was a nice morning, and you fought the urge to smother him in kisses and instead settled for a soft kiss to his cheek.

It’s a nice, regular morning for you two, but for some reason you can feel the mischievousness radiating off of him the whole time. Taking a peek in his direction, you spot Hangyul with this knowing smile on his face. Even as you two engage in small talk through breakfast you know that he is most certainly up to something.

“Alright, spill it.”

He looks up from the dish he’s cleaning, voice dripping with feigned innocence when he responds, “Spill what?”

You roll your eyes and nudge at him, “You’re a terrible liar, I know you’re up to something. So spill.”

He grins sheepishly as if embarrassed that he was found out so quickly. “We’re going on an adventure today, I’ve already planned everything out. Just make sure to wear something you don’t mind getting dirty and some good walking shoes, alright?”

You sigh and smile at the boy, leaving him to finish cleaning up so you can change. It’s not exactly often the two of you get to have a day together, what with your busy schedules and all. More often than not your “date nights” were the two of you getting home at the same time. An adventure, he said. You change into athletic clothes because you don’t totally trust that this little excursion wouldn’t turn into a workout of some kind.

This is Hangyul we’re talking about.

Sunscreen is a must, and so are bandages and maybe a small umbrella since you never know what might happen. Hangyul was in sweats and a long sleeve shirt, a cap sitting on his head. Even in such mundane clothes, he still manages to look ridiculously handsome. How did you get so lucky?

You reach a hand out to take his hat, playfully stealing it away and placing it backwards on your own head. Hangyul makes no effort to take it back from you, instead grins and goes about his routine while you still shove things in your bag. Occasionally he chimes in, telling you that no, you probably won’t need that or yes, that would be nice to have.

The two of you curl up on the bus ride to a place “just outside of the city” as Gyul would put it. You open up a book you brought along for the ride, leaning against your boyfriend as you read. The warmth of his arm as he wraps it around your waist lured you into sleep again, and given in to the comfort you ended up sleeping on the ride.

In an hour or two--you lose track of time--both of you hop off onto a small bus stop. It looks eerie, but Hangyul seems pretty confident in leading the way, so you took his hand as he guides you off to a rather secluded path until the two of you find yourselves in the middle of a large field.

“We’re here to look for frogs!”

You love this man, but you wonder what goes through his head sometimes.

But he looks so excited about the prospect of catching frogs that you oblige him, searching high and low. You’re glad you grabbed a pair of beater sneakers this morning so you didn’t worry too much about the mud messing anything up, but it’s getting deep and you worry they might get into your socks soon.

While Hangyul stares off into space, trying to tune his ears to listen for the frogs, you root through some bushes on the side. The two of you spend a few hours in the field, and by the afternoon, you’re both covered in mud and sweat but smiling and laughing so hard your cheeks hurt the entire time. You love all his little antics, including all the times he nearly knocked you into the mud just so he could wrap you up in his arms and plant kisses on your cheeks without you running away.

You don’t know how long you stayed after a quick break for snacks, but long enough that you can hear a loud grumble interrupting your frog search, and the two of you realize just how hungry you are. You’re just about to suggest that the two of you head back to grab some food but then Hangyul starts rifling through his bag.

He pulls out a large picnic blanket and two small lunch boxes he had apparently packed the previous night. Seems he really did think of everything. The two of you sat on the dryer ground on the blanket, eating slightly soggy sandwiches (“I forgot lettuce has water in it”) under the open sky. It was peaceful, watching the clouds pass by, giving each of the weird-looking clouds a name of your friend.

“That one’s Seungyoun.”

“Hangyul, please, apologize to the cloud.”

“Fine, that one looks like a frog holding a kite,” he chuckles, pointing up to one of the fluffy white clouds floating in the air.

You giggle, pointing to another one, “This one looks like a lion with a crown on its head.”

“Mine’s better.”

“Nuh-uh.”

The two of you laugh at your childish antics, leaning on each other for a moment. You rest your head on his shoulder, and allow your eyes to close. The wind curls around the two of you as you rest, playing gently with the ends of your hair. The whole world seems to stop around you to allow this moment to settle deep into your bones.

Hangyul wraps his arm around your waist, giving you small kisses on your forehead and smiling lovingly into your hair. He rests his head in the crook of your shoulder and you lean back into his chest. His warmth was comforting, seeping into your muscles and relaxing your body against his.

You’re more than happy to be here with your boyfriend, simply allowing the world to move around you. Words aren’t needed between the two of you anymore, being near each other was more than enough to know how the other was feeling. Your schedules may be hectic and have few moments to spare, but at the end of the day, you love each other. It’s a soft warmth that colors everything you do, even when he wakes you up far too early in the morning.

The two of you stay like that for a moment longer, committing this moment to memory. You close your eyes, memorizing the feeling of being held in his arms, even though you doubt you could forget such a feeling.

“Ribbit.”

And just like that, the spell is broken as your boyfriend ribbits into your neck. You giggle, feeling this arms tighten around your midsection as he does it a few more times.

You feel him speak into your neck, “There’s a frog in your throat.”

Hangyul is… a little weird.

You split from him, reluctantly pulling away from his warmth. Unfortunately, this picnic won’t pack itself up no matter how much you wish it to. As the two of you packs in comfortable silence, you were thankful for moments like these, a moment of calm amongst the storm of your daily lives. It was easy to find your ground here, to reorient yourself before pushing back into the winds once more.

The bus driver gave the two of you a look as you boarded, tracking mud into the interior and almost onto the seats. You smile sheepishly, lowering your head in an advanced apology as you take your seats. Hangyul slides in next to you, resting his arm on the back of your seat and watching you as you dig through your bag, a sort of softness crossing over his features.

“Hey.”

You look up from where you’re hunched over, smiling up at him.

“You know I love you right?”

You straighten, and lean forward, placing a small peck to his lips.

“I know, and I love you too.”

He chuckles, making a face of disgust, “Gross.”

The two of you giggle, resting your foreheads together once more in the fading light. In a moment the spell will be broken, and in a day the stresses of the world will come back to barrage you from all sides. But for right now? Right now the only word to describe this feeling would be happiness.

#hangyul x reader #hangyul fic #Hangyul #hangyul scenarios #hangyul fluff #hangyul boyfriend #x1 imagine #x1 imagines #x1 fluff #x1 fic #x1 scenarios #x1 x reader #x1 au #god i love him

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BTS Reactions: 07 Singing/Rapping/Dancing

[MASTERLIST] Requests open!

Ever your jester.

Seokjin: Lover - Taylor Swift

Jin had never heard you sing before not even for his birthday. He knew you were too shy and he thought it was cute. Occasionally he would hear you hum a sweet melody and he would quietly listen loving the sound of your voice. But you were in a particularly good mood, quietly watching you shake your hips while making pancakes.

Your voice was soft and sweet it was unlike your speaking voice which was a little deeper. The sound had control and you sang with ease forgetting your boyfriend was an international pop star. But it had been a while since you had sang anything, and the song on the radio was too enticing not to sing along to.

‘Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover’

Jin leaned on the fridge and closed his eyes. To Jin your voice was like the first bite of a strawberry it was sweet and refreshing. He left his phone on top of the fridge to record the beautiful sound while he stepped out of the room so you weren’t interrupted. It was a sound he saved and listened to whenever he was stressed or on tour.

Yoongi: Earthquake - Labrinth (All stars remix) ft. Tinie Tempah, Kano, Wretch 32 & Busta Rhymes

Yoongi was sitting in his office when heard rapping from somewhere in the house, he had heard you sing and even jokingly rap his songs and mimic his rapping style before. But this was serious spit fire. He entered the bedroom and the sound was louder but he soon realized you were in the shower.

‘I rock all my clothes like a hipster And I rock them shades like a G That girl be definitely coming if she's coming with me I'm like a hundred degrees man I'm even hotter than August’

Yoongi’s smirked he hopped the August comment wasn’t directed at him and his alter ego Agust D. He leaned against the door listening impressed as you didn’t get out of breath you as you rapped the third verse.

It was when you hit the fourth and final verse he ripped open the door and through the steam he stared at you with wide eyes and his mouth open. You had not only continued rapping you picked up the pace and rapped faster.

‘T-Trust me homie Do not walk up in my shadow Just respect my handle while we bang and make the Earth rattle’

“Marry me” He grinned

Hoseok: Danger - BTS

You remember the day you had first danced with Hoseok, it was a long day and you were trying to help with the choreography for Danger. Hoseok always refused help even though you were one of the many hired choreographers for the group. So for almost a whole year you just sat and watched and ran errands for the boys.

Hoseok wasn’t stuck up he just preferred making his own original content and no matter how hard you tried to explain he wouldn’t even let non members of back up dancers dance beside him or give him input he was too focused.

He never told you but he really liked you, you were a really cool, street fashion queen and he didn’t like being left alone with you. He wouldn’t look at you and tried not to listen when you spoke because the way you pronounced your Korean words with your cute accent got to him.

It was like your words were slurred but not in an annoying drunk kind of way more of a sexy drawl that made Hoseok himself feel he was intoxicated by every word.

When all the others left and you two were the only ones left he finally took a break grumbling unhappily. He was taking a drink and sitting down, so you took the chance. You had watched the choreography for weeks and you knew what was missing. While he was changing his shirt and wiping his hair with a dry towel, you played the song on the stereo and got into position.

You danced and were making noises under your breathe as Korean wasn’t your first language you didn’t try to sing. You went about adjusting a few moves and adding to the area’s he was stuck on with ease. You saw his face in the mirror as he watched you dancing and it you were having fun with the chorus you were making a few noises as you went.

You noticed he had started smiling and you grinned and finished, “I’m here to help and sometimes it helps watching someone else dance you choreography to help with ideas. Will you let me help, Hoseok Oppa?”

Namjoon: Expensive Girl - RM

In the middle of a VLive Namjoon heard something strangely familiar but he couldn’t quite place it, he paused identifying that it was you who was singing. It was smooth, sultry and a little breathy. He smiled at the camera and ran a hand through his hair.

‘Girl, You’re the medicine patch that slowly eases my motion sickness Wherever I go I’ll have it under my ear The time it takes to fall for you takes 3 seconds But I feel as though you’re the meaning of my eternity’

“Y/N is singing, I know the song from somewhere but I don’t know where its from. Also she is really good. WOW! my girlfriend can sing” he picked up the camera and began walking to the door. He opened it and saw you slowly singing his song in English while gently brushing your hair.

‘Take it off now girl just take it off I’m a master, baby with your bra Take it off now girl just take it off I can help you slide those-’

“BABE no” he screeched and you turned confused looking at his blushing face the tips of his ears were red and he gestured to the camera “Don’t sing that in front of the Army’s”

“Dim the lights down baby, Dim the-” With eyes locked on his you smirked and continued but you screamed and ran as he chased you through the house. The camera in his hand shakily filming and the audience squealing in the comments.

Jimin: f**k, I'm Lonely - Lauv ft. Anne-Marie

You were told to meet the boys in the practice room at 3pm after there meeting, but you assumed the meeting was still going as they weren’t there, you waited ten minutes and was getting kind of bored. You went to the sound system and hit play to see what was in there, it was a song you knew pretty well.

You started to mess around and make up a mock routine, the song soon died out and they still weren’t there. Sighing you turned the song back on and went through the routine again and added some more moves. You were soon up to the seventh repeat and you were getting more confident and a little more adventurous with your moves.

You were singing and dancing, your body seemed to just now how to move. You didn’t hear the door open due to the music and your eyes were locked on the way you moved as you perfected the choreography.

‘Yeah, I still watch the shows you showed me I still drink that wine, But these days it tastes more bitter than sweet, hmm And all my friends are way too drunk to save me from my phone So sorry if I say some things I mean’

You were singing loudly, proud of your voice. It was a strong soprano and you held it well while dancing and you let yourself be taken over the music. With a one handed back flip a break dancing move that you learnt as a teen, you stood up and rolled your head with ease singing the chorus while body rolling to the beat.

‘F**k, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely as F**k, come hold me, come hold me, come hold me It's been me myself and why Did you go? Did you go?’

Jimin was watching biting his bottom lip turned on by the dance you were doing, he had never seen his cute little girlfriend do anything provocative. He couldn’t help it and joined in on the last chorus trying out your moves and grinning at your blushing face.

Taehyung: Fly me to the moon - Frank Sinatra

You were standing in front of the upright piano, you use to play before your brother died on the way to your recital. Your fingers gently twitching by your side playing invisible keys. It wasn’t your first time at the boys dorm but you were usually distracted by their shenanigans to have time to thinks about the ominous instrument in the corner.

However half of the boys left to dance practice and the others were in their rooms, the living room was empty and Taehyung went to get the food and drinks from the delivery guy at the front doors of the apartment. You sat on the old stool and raised the wooden key cover, hands shaking you were startled by Jin.

“You are allowed to play it, no one else does” He smiled and you jumped and he laughed “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you”

He ducked off to his room giggling and you got up the courage to strike a key, the sound flooding the house and you let out a breath feeling the sound fill your body. You realized your hands were no longer shaking when you heard a beautiful melody and you couldn’t help singing along.

‘Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like on A-Jupiter and Mars‘

Whoever was playing was good and your body was swaying, Taehyung’s voice joined yours and you opened your eyes smiling only to realize you were the one playing. The music halted with a jarring sound as your hand slipped hitting the wrong keys.

“You sing really pretty baby bear” He smiled and kissed your cheek and placed the food on the coffee table, “You should play more often, I didn’t know you could. And your singing is really pretty... why are you crying?”

Jungkook: Who you? - GDragon

‘Baby I love you ireoke malhajiman nae maeumeun waenji hanado jochi anha I want you I need you’

You were singing G-Dragon’s song ‘who you?’, while casually walking on the treadmill, you were winding down after your workout and having a blast singing forgetting that your headphones were on and singing as loud as you wanted.

Jungkook stepped into the gym with his Personal Trainer and the small camera crew for his Vlogs and grinned “Ah I didn’t know Y/N Noona was such a great singer, this is the first time i have heard her singing. We both share a love for Kwon Ji-yong Sunbaenim”

He started working out with his PT watching you singing and walking on the treadmill, he found himself out of breath quite quickly. He was too busy watching you singing happily your voice and body enticing him as you seemed to all but strut on the treadmill.

‘Du du du du du du du Du du du du du du du Du du du du du du du Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh’

“Ah Noona is so distracting” he whined as he got scolded by the PT and he hummed pulling out his phone and calling Namjoon. “Hey do you think you can get Kwon Ji-yong Sunbaenim’s number, I want to ask him out for dinner with Y/N”

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this-fucking-shit · 4 years

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Birthday Redemption (2/2)

Part 1

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: It’s the reader’s birthday. Should be a happy day, right? Well, every year, something seems to just go wrong. So reader stopped celebrating. Steve finds out it’s her birthday and tries to do something for her, only for things to go horribly wrong. But he’s determined to make this day amazing.

Pairing: Fem!Reader X Steve Rogers

A/N: The not so awaited part 2. I’m writing this because the first part got a nice comment and I wanted to finish this the way I imagined. This one is for you, commenter. Thank you. I kinda skip around a lot because I just wanna get to the parts that I’d imagined in my head. oof. I don’t know how exactly I feel about this one. Definitely not my best. I’m not letting myself eat until I finish this either. Probably awkward pacing.

You stepped out of the bathroom, carrying Steve’s duffel bag over your shoulder. You had dawned the workout clothes that he’d provided, stuffing your work clothes into his bag. So what exactly does Steve Rogers wear when he works out?

Well, does that really matter when regardless of what he wears, when you wear it, you just look like a baby playing dress-up?

As you made your way over to the table Steve had reserved for the two of you, you see him attempting to hold back a smile. Maybe a chortle?

whatever, he was an asshole either way.

You sat across from him in the empty booth, tossing his bag towards him.

Steve snickered before saying, “I ordered for us while you were changing. You’re favorite.”

Your brows furrowed. “How do you know my favorite?”

“Oh, well,” He shrugged, “I just never see you ordering anything else from here when we order Chinese, so I just kinda assumed. I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“No, no. It’s okay.” You waved your hands to cut him off. “You’re right, I never change my order.” You let out a light huff of laughter as you reached out to grab his forearm in what you were trying to make a reassuring gesture. “Thank you.”

Steve looked up at you, catching your gaze just before you were about to pull back. He smiled and grabbed your hand resting on his arm, just holding it. You couldn’t fight the smile playing on your own lips, not that you even tried, but it felt as if you two were in your own little bubble, as it tends to be between the two of you.

though usually, it’s in the privacy of your apartment, and you’re sorely reminded of this when the waitress comes back with your food.

You could feel the blush settling upon your face. Being caught staring at the guy, you have some significant feelings for is rather embarrassing.

“Why don’t you grab the food and wait by the bike while I pay?” He stood from his spot and grabbed his wallet from his back pocket. You began to protest, but he simply raised his hand and said, “It’s your birthday. It’s my treat. Besides, I practically almost burned down your kitchen. It’s the least I could do.” He fished out his card as he followed the waitress to the register, leaving you without any if’s, and’s, or but’s.

With a huff, you grabbed the food and did as he instructed.

i mean, it’s not like he left you any space to argue.

When he did finally come back out, he’d been carrying the duffel bag with him, joking about how you’d forgotten it.

Everything was then stored in the little compartment beneath the seat of his bike. In all honesty, it was somewhat surprising how everything actually fit in that thing. When you both straddled the bike, he yelled back to you, “Get comfy, it’s gonna be a bit of a drive.” before he revved the engine and gave your arms a comforting tap.

And a bit of a drive it was.

You don’t know how long that drive was or where exactly it was that you were, but your ass was numb by the time you got there. It was clearly outside of the city. There are trees everywhere. Steve slows down his bike and stops right in front of a dirt road. He turns off the bike, kicks down the stand, and hops off, holding his hand out to you.

You eye his hand before taking your helmet off and grasping it. He pulls you off the bike and starts leading you down the path before he abruptly stops. “The food!” He turns back around and reaches into the little compartment beneath the seat.

Now, with the food, he starts leading you down an old overgrown dirt path. You assumed it had been a walking trail that nobody used anymore. By the time the path ended, you had found yourself in a gorgeous clearing. No trees were obscuring the view of the sky, leaving you to understand why Steve had chosen this spot to stargaze.

“Wow...” You gasped.

“I know, right?” Steve dragged you to the middle of the clearing and sat down, you following his actions.

The night had begun to turn out so much better than you ever thought it could. Laughter filled the air, and not just any kind. It was a loud and obnoxious kind. The hardy nature that showed it was genuine. As the two of you ate, you tried to come up with new constellations as well as find the existing ones. You had no clue what time it was, but neither of you really cared.

Now, the food had been finished, and the two of you lay next to each other on your backs, gazing up at the sky, the conversation having grown more somber.

“Y’know,” you started, “I’ve never seen the stars so clearly.” With your gaze transfixed onto the sky, you could still feel Steve lock his gaze onto your side profile.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... It’s gorgeous,” you sighed in contempt.

“It is...”

You turned your head to meet his gaze. “You know what else is gorgeous?” It took almost everything in you to not smirk.

He flashed his award-winning smile, “You?”

A H

You could have sworn that you were having a heart attack or something with the way your heart skipped a beat.

how dare he

You couldn’t hold back your laughter, “God damn it, you ruined it.”

He began to laugh as well, “Well, I’m not lying. Especially wearing my sweats. Absolutely, incredibly, gorgeous.”

You cackle as you smack his chest, “Damn right, I am.” As your laughter calms down, you look at him again. It becomes another one of those moments like you had at the Chinese restaurant, except there wasn’t anyone for miles that could interrupt this. You couldn’t possibly make a move now.

could you?

“Thank you,”

His brows raise at your words. “Well, of course. You’re always gorgeous.”

Your smile spreads. “No, not for that. I mean,” You prop yourself up on your elbow and turn your body to him, “yes, thank you for the compliment, but thank you for tonight.”

There was a pause of sweet silence between the two of you. It wasn’t awkward, it was... well, you had no clue what precisely it was, but it was really lovely.

Eventually, he said, “God, how do you do that?”

You tilt your head in confusion, “Do what?”

“Put knots in my stomach, but in the best way.” When he sat up, he was a lot closer than you had anticipated. You watched as his hand came up to push the hair out of your eyes.

Were you reading this wrong? Could this be him admitting that he feels the same way about you as you do him? Could that even be possible? God, your chest hurts with how fast your heart was beating.

fuck it

Before you could give yourself any more time to mull over it, you push yourself up and grab the back of his head.

Fuck, the kiss was a lot better than you could have ever imagined. What made it a million times better was Steve reciprocating the kiss. It was like the cheesy rom-com that the two of you probably would have been watching right now, had he not been so insistent on going out for your birthday.

One of Steve’s hands cradled your face while the other wrapped around your waist, slowly pulling your back towards the ground to lay flat. The two of you lay there, kissing over and over as if making up for the lost time you two could have had if you’d just done this sooner.

But, as all things must, he eventually pulled away, kiss swollen lips and all. The small smile that graced his lips was soon replaced with a wide, Cheshire grin as he started laughing. It was infectious, and you joined.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Steve kissed your nose, and his smile softened into one of adoration. He leaned in once more and whispered against your lips, “Happy birthday, sweetheart,” before sealing his words with another kiss.

#marvel fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers x reader #Steve Rogers #captain america #Happy Birthday #fanfiction #fanfic #marvel x reader #marvel fanfic

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spacegaywritings · 4 years

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Cursing into Emancipation - Chapter 1/2

Casper x Remus (friends) FLUFF

Summary: Remus and Casper are best friends and usually spend a lot of time together but this time is different because this time, Remus teaches him how to curse.

Tags: SFL (1 paragraph of slight angst hints) swearwords, one single tear? Slight hints at bad relationships, Not u!Deceit., weapon mention (sword), dragons

Casper is my friend’s OC - he is Attachment, the pink side and responsible for how Thomas forms relationships and how he presents himself in these.

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“So, I will tell you how this game works and you just join in! Promise it is fun fun fun!!”

Remus bounced on his spot, slightly jumping off the floor as he did so. His body was wiggling in his excitement and the whole imagination seemed to wobble with him. Like some Jell-o (TM), the walls were shaking as if having been poked before by a hungry, curious child and their fork which has a high level of stabbyness.

Casper looked at him, his heart-shaped freckles slightly glowing. It was dull yet still present. His eyes with irises just like his freckles, stared at his best friend with a quizzical look in his loving orbs. Attachment did not always understand the other sides but usually, he would understand Remus a bit better compared to especially Logan or Deceit.

“Is it a new game? I thought we wanted to go adventuring!”

He pointed at the pink little sword he had with him. His heart swelled in pride when he looked at the precious little stabbing machine Remus had gifted him. It was baby pink like the broken heart on his shirt.

“The imagination does not look like a dragon cave and we wanted to ride dragons today!”, he argued, his voice dipping into a little pout, “Why would you want to play something different? Dragons are cool.”

He lowered his voice, mouth sealing itself at once as Remus’ excitement dropped off his mustache for just a moment. Casper was Attachment, a rather complex side. He did not deal well with any sort of deception. Remus, more than any other side, knew about this. The pink side brushed over his wrist, his fingers gliding over the numerous friendship bracelets adorning it, They all corresponded to certain sides Casper had befriended. He pressed his lips together as if to absorb the offensive words he had just pronounced. With a deep breath, he felt the anxiety rising within him slowly being smothered the more he rubbed over the different bracelets.

The Duke was already by his side, popping up at once and snuggling up to his side.

“You will love it, I promise! I know you really want to ride dragons but I can be your dragon and you can ride me during the game!”

Remus leaped into the floor, suddenly disappearing into a green cloud of smoke which quickly faded into a transparent fog brushing over the ground. It gave way to the tall set of scales coming from Remus, the dragon. He was dressed in charcoal and grass scales, his wings spreading as he crawled over the floor to his friend, his nose getting into his face and nudging Casper’s human nose.

“Play with me?~”

The soft, playful wink in his intonation let a smile appear on Casper’s face, turning the unhappy lips into a content curve.

“I can ride you?”

Remus giggled, a bit of anthracite smoke escaping his large muzzle. He has always had a bit of a big mouth but as a dragon, it was even more evident just how big it was. Like the loyal friend he was, he flexed his back and lowered onto his crooked legs. His whole form was barely bigger than his usual human form which made it easier for Casper to swing himself onto his back and snuggle up, his cheeks soon lit up in excitement and warmth.

Remus responding to him and accepting him and his boundaries was a nice thing. The “dark side” of Creativity was never too superior or good to play with Casper. He would never degrade his friends or judge him for his personality.

“Remus! Remus! I am tall!”, he giggled.

The taller friend joined in, giggling himself as the younger side held onto him by wrapping his arms around his neck for stability.

“Listen, Casper, we will fly and you fuel my flight with your bad words!”

Before Casper could react, maybe even object, Remus roared like a lion, his sudden outburst deafening and silencing at the same time. He hopped up a bit before falling into the floor which was suddenly gone in favour of a huge blackness that swallowed the two friends up. The pink side tightened his grasp around the dragon’s gargantuan neck, carefully sliding closer to even let his legs wrap around the dragon.

“REEEEE!”

They were free falling, the loud sound of the whistling air swooshing past them accompanying their sudden journey. Below them, a kingdom of greens and white stretched out. Cloud-like mountains towered over the valley while green plants wrapped around the landscape greedily, readily. A river, turquoise like the gem and sparkling like Casper’s heart-freckles.

Back to the two sides, Casper was till screeching the life out of his throat while Remus was giggling, cheering and howling in happiness.

“CAS, THIS IS AMAZING!”

Attachment hugged his neck closer, his grip tighter than chains.

“THIS IS SCARY! THIS IS SCARY!!”, he screeched, although he could not deny the rush of adrenaline tickling his imaginary veins. He was basically glued to the dragon, still screeching at the still ongoing fall while the queer laughter from Remus filled the air.

It was then that he remembered what his best friend had told him when they had started their fun time together. ..cursing?

“Ree,... Ree, this is really dumb of you...?”

His swearing sounded like a question, unsteady and subtle like his long lashes compared to the curly mess of hair on his head. While he was barely audible, Remus came to a sudden halt, so unexpectedly, that Cas got tossed into the air. His body was twisting and turning in the sudden free... flight? It was not a fall but it was certainly just as terrifying to his poor little heart shrinking in his contracting chest.

“REE! REE!”

Casper squeaked in terror, his fear of survival taking over and making him emit sounds rivalling the squeals of excited mice. To his relief, the dragon was trustworthy and loyal as always and shot up to catch the little boy on his scaled back.

“Ree!”

Casper hugged his friend who immediately giggled out once more.

“Got’cha, bra!”

The pink side lost all his fear.

“What is a bra?”

Remus contemplated for a moment before simply conjuring a sports bra to show him. The downside of his impulsive action was demonstrated by the physical phenomenon called “gravity” which quickly sucked the piece of clothing down to the ground.

The dragon shrugged his arms. His shoulders were kind of busy, what were you thinking?

“Anyway, you is a bra! Now curse at me or I will not fly any further! Your bad words are my fuel!”

Casper blinked at the comment but nodded softly.

“Okay. Well, then”, he huffed in spite, his lips twitching into a defiant pout, “be prepared for a big workout for your wings because I know a lot of words for meanies!”

Remus flapped his wings at a sharp angle, waiting for his bestest friend of all the times to start whenever he was ready.

He was ready. He was clearing his throat, letting go off the neck at last and leaning back to loosen up a bit. The pink side shook his arms a bit and stretched his legs before he was all straightened up and sitting cross-legged on his friend.

“Alright. Here we go.”

Casper closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his mouth already opened to let the first word slip out. It danced on his tongue before stumbling down his lips and accidentally falling out of his mouth.

“Poophead”

Silence.

A blush started to burn onto his cheeks, leaving him with a pinkish tint to play veil for his freckles.

“Butt!”, he said, a bit more pressure behind his words.

Remus was still silent but his muzzle curves the slightest bit into something akin to a smile.

“Assbutt!, ah, um..”, Attachment continued, his words getting louder and sounding more like an insult, a judgement rather than a question or suggestion, “stuck-up idiot! Prussy!”

A laughter pushed itself out of Remus, immediately shooting out along with a few delicate flames in red and green.

Shweeeeesh!

The fire quickly dispersed, unlike his giggles. Remus started curling up on the air, his back arching and flexing enough to make Casper shift back to his neck and hold onto it for comfort and support.

“Cas- wihihihihi”, Remus started but broke off at soon as the first syllable left his mouth. The dragon wiggled his wings every few flaps, letting them excitedly and rapidly flapflapflap in sync to his happy giggles.

“This is not a word, Casper! I will teach you the real one!”

Remus crooked his neck enough to look back at his friend, his tongue slipping out a bit. Slowly, he opened it and let his tongue roll out before he let his features twitch in exaggeration. This was him teaching the other just how to pronounce these delicacy of the English language properly.

“Pris-sy.”

Casper nodded, carefully forming his mouth in imitation of whatever the apple Remus had just done to move his. To say he was a bit confused and overwhelmed was an understatement but as promised, he was riding a dragon. Even if he was in a situation he would have never even dreamed of - despite being the closest friend to Remus out of all the other sides.

“Prithy”

He blinked innocently. His mouth went from slightly agape back to closed with a simple and dull “plop”.

The dark side snickered and pushed his head against Casper’s for a moment, softly nudging his friend for encouragement.

“Exczalente!”, he praised softly.

Remus could see the pinkish tint return to his cheeks, he could notice the little hearts glowing. The wide smile on his lips pushed little dimples into his cheeks.

“Now, continue with me: Pus-sy. Piss. Prick.”

Casper continued as instructed while Remus flew them to a nearby mountain to land on.

“Say them again but with anger!”

Doubt brushed over his face but only for a moment before kissing Casper’s sensitive skin goodbye. Anger? Sounded... sounded like something he did not want to have, sounded like something Patton and Virgil would not like. Not that they really approved of him being around Remus a lot anyway. His heart seemed to shrink painfully at the realisation.

“I mean it, Cas, you need to go out there and yell a bit and let the frustration out or you will get very bad thoughts like Thomas got when he repressed me!”

Remus nudged him again with his head before flapping his wings one more time and finally returning to his regular and more “human”-looking body.

“If you never let out that sneaky, meanie side of yours, you might end up like a real boogieman instead.”

His voice turned more shrill and obscene than before and something about the second-to-last word made Casper shiver. There was so much more behind this than Remus directly said but he knew it, he understood it. Nodding, he carefully climbed off Ree’s back and patted his clothing.

The mostly champagne pink shirt was covered in bits of dirt. Wearing clothings of lighter colours usually equated in being dirty in no time. Casper knew that from experience but also because Patton told him a lot when he came to him, being dirty and soiled like the kid he was.

When he got up, he looked around a bit, looking into the abyss surrounding them. Being on a mountain was really just a really long and lonely hill. You could even call it acute. He knew that word from Logan! It was a fancy one.

Casper looked down, taking in the view of clouds surrounding them not too far away. If Remus had been a bit higher, they could have flown through some of them. A dash of remorse hit him just to be quickly blown away by the breezy of determination. Remus had said that his mean words would fuel him... if he said a lot of things, maybe that would be enough to get them to the clouds!

The pink side turned around and ran up to his tall friend-man!

“Ree!!!”, he squeaked softly as he cuddled up to his side. The excitement was quite literally written in his face - not the literal Logan would use but still! - since his pretty hearts started glowing again, making his heart-shaped irises stand out just a bit more, “If I curse really well, can we go and fly through clouds? They look so fluffy and I never touched them! I really really wanna touch one and maybe bite into one? They look delicious..”

He started rambling, a slightly quieter monologue on how soft and comfortable these squishy things would have to be - or were they beings? If they were beings, could they move? COULD HE RID A CLOUD?! Holy, maybe he and Ree could share one and they could cuddle when riding a funny cloud and have a lot of fun and poke other clouds and tell them that they are really pretty and make sad days happy again! Especially on these days when time was like an old, wet gum and he would not know what to feel or do until he would see the happy shapes of all these clouds parading for him. Did clouds actually parade?

Remus caught him mid-thought and -sentence and carefully ruffled his hair. Just a moment after this, Casper could not breathe really well because the mustache monkey got down to his level to squeeze him and hug him a lot and Casper squealed with the last bit of oxygen in his lungs to express his happy feelings.

“Wiii!!! We can? We can!!”

Remus suddenly put his friend up onto his shoulders and patted his back, a happy smile on his face. He was so smiley, the pink side was sure he smiled more and more... more genuinely than Patton did despite being a joke-y man! It was amazing but his bestest friend really was just that great!

“Watch me say scary things! They make you strong, Cas. It can help you stand up against people when they make you feel sad or angry”

Remus carefully patted his legs as if to reassure Attachment. He was not quite sure why until-

“YOU FUCKING BONELESS, SHITFACE OF USELESS HUMAN WASTE!!!”

The Duke yelled. Yelled hard. Casper quickly hugged his neck with his legs and entangled his fingers in the curly dark and grey hair of his friend.

The mountains were still throwing away more silent versions of whatever the sugar fairy he had said before. It was an amazing “sight” to the ears and Casper could not help but stare at the wide wide canyon of green tints, crystal blues, fiery oranges, sunset purples and milky whites. Everything before them was spread out to reflect Remus’s loud words back onto them and their ears.

It sounded powerful to still be around and haunt the mountains and howling abysses when moment after moment had passed. When Casper took a deep breath, it felt as if he was breathing in the mean words. Maybe, in a strange way, it was fueling him and encouraging him to do as his friend demonstrated him.

His grip on the curly mess of his friend’s hair slowly eased up and he sighed. Somehow, the yelling had even relieved him despite Casper being rather upset whenever people yell.

“M-meanie!”

His fingers found Creativity’s face and he rapidly yet gently patted his cheeks. Even if he tried to hurt someone, Casper’s punches were nothing but the sneeze of a fly. Remus snickered and playfully tried to bite one of Casper’s rapidly moving fingers, his lips closing around the air just a sheet’s thickness away from his finger tips.

“Ree, staaaa~hp”, Casper whined under his breath. His voice was crowded by the little giggles yapping out of his lungs. The amusement made him curl around Remus’s head as if to hug it with the whole of his being. “Reeeeeeee, don’t laugh~”

He kicked his feet slightly, a bout of energy bolting through his tiny legs.

“But you are so cyuuute when you are laughing!”

Casper blew his cheeks up in a big pout, turning his face a bit rounder than it already was. It was soft with childhood and his young innocence.

“P-PUSSY!”

Attachment drew in another deep breath.

“PRISSY!”, he shouted freely. His heart growing little wings when he pronounced the swearwords, “PRICK!”

His friend’s incredulous giggles had changed over to violent cheers by now. He was vigorously advocating for the younger side to keep going, to be louder and more mean with his words.

More and more words rolled off his tongue, his brain eagerly providing more and more words from combination and memory of actual terms. By now, Casper’s cheeks were tinted in shades of pink to red. Even his heart-shaped freckles were shining a bit, more so than before when he expected to go adventuring with Remus! The blush on his cheeks grew darker and something in his eyes seemed to be veiled by the increasing darkness around them.

“Snakeface”, he whispered.

A tear rolled down his face but he sniffled it away and continued, in a shaky whisper “liar”. Casper shook his head, his fingers carefully brushing over the patient cheeks and caressed them ever so slightly. His heart was aching but also resonating with the pain vibrating in his vocal chords, burning in his throat and pulling at his eyes enough to force more tears out.

Remus carefully lifted him up.

“Wanna ride into the evening?”

Oh.

Casper looked up.

For some reason, he has stared into the abyss all this time but did not notice the sun lowering enough to start and disappear just a bit behind all these large mountains. Mountains were just twig-like giant hills, he reminded himself.

“Hey, Ree?”, he asked softly as he tapped his feet on the ground, reminding himself of what it felt like to stand and feel something grounding him physically. The pink side rested himself against his friend’s side as per usual.

A warm arm clasped around him and drew him close enough for a half hug.

“Yeah?”

Casper closed his eyes softly, a longing smile sneaking onto his lips.

“Do you think the sun wants to play hide and seek with us but is really bad at it?”

Remus smiled.

“Wanna go and find out?”

The smaller one smiled. “Eh! Yes! Of course!!! Why would you ask, I always want to do things if it is with you!”

He wrapped his arms around his friend’s arm around him and gently squeezed it before giving him the space to turn into a dragon again. He swiftly swung himself up his back and hugged him close. This time, fear did not make him grip any tighter at all. There was comfort and love between them when the friends slowly glided into the warmth of orange hints the sun left for them.

“Tomorrow we can ride dragons together!”

Casper shook his arms immediately.

“And clouds! We need to ride clouds! Can we do that?”

Remus giggled, letting them drop a whole bunch of feet before taking a radical curve around a mountain.

“Logan would say ‘no’ but I will show you otherwise~”

Their laughter intertwined vocally and Casper stretched out his arms to try and reach for the sun’s warming rays. They were so beautifully rosy by now, just like the colour to represent him and adorn his logo.

“Anyway, my favourite word you said today was totally this ‘assbutt’ one!”

“Reee! Nuuuu!”

“Hahaha! Yesss!”

#caps #tw caps #fluff #joey writes #ts remus #remus sanders #fanfiction #fanfic #fanficion #ts fanfic #ts fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #OC #Casper #pink side #Attachment #fluffy fic

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justaramblingromantic · 5 years

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Hello~~, hopping you had a wonderful holidays, I'd like ask RyoAli for the ship meme, if that's okay with you (and you're still accepting requests, that's it, hehe~), thank you so much in advance😊🤗

~ send me a ship and i’ll tell you who ~

Ello!! Happy holis to you, too! Sorry for the wait, and thanks for the ask! :)

EiRin here

SouEri here

IshiNene here

RyoAli

curses like a sailor

He cusses with the spitting intensity and burning fervor of an unstoppable machine gun once he really gets going and he doesn’t care too much about what other people think about it, either, and neither does she. She smiles sweetly and easily beside him even when he’s deep in his ‘mad dog’ persona, even when the people around them flinch away with prejudice and cowering fear at his wild, rough-around-the-edges demeanor. They don’t know him like she does and it is amusing the way they label him even before trying to get to know what he is really like. But of course Ryou makes that hard too, with his fierce visage and unapproachable demeanor and that bored thousand yard stare (he is just sleepy as usual). She reaches up and pets him happily on the bicep in the aftermath of one of his episodes - he has emerged victorious, as always, ‘My Ryou is the cutest~’

does the chores voluntarily

Sometimes he looks at himself and wonders what the hell happened - he has become so domesticated it is horrifying. Once, she was nothing more than an irritating rich brat always getting in his way and causing no end of trouble for him, but these days, he has turned into a manservant, a butler, a bodyguard and a nanny rolled into one convenient package, loyally dedicated to the service of said aforementioned rich brat whose never-ending demands he can never quite seem to say ‘no’ to, and even when he does, she pesters him into doing whatever she wants, anyway. He trains his body even more aggressively as if to make up for that self-perceived weakness in character; but she is only all the more delighted with his strength and tag teams with her mother often to praise and tease him until he is flustered and harried and confused by their easy affection and familial warmth. Too late does he realize that they have caught and tamed him with their loving ways; now she bosses him around all the time and he comes to heel willingly like an faithful hound ready to fulfill her every desire. There is an innate, automatic compulsion for him to guard and take care of her that stumps him at first, but eventually he figures it all out -some bonds, once forged, are for life.

wants to marry their bed

She has to be literally carried out of bed some mornings, all the while whining to have five more minutes of shuteye (it is never just five more minutes, that much he knows by now). She alternates between kicking her legs at him in childish pique and clinging to him for warmth, her grimacing face pushed into the crook of his neck and her eyes squeezed shut as she tries obstinately to resist all his attempts to wake her up, but he is unsympathetic and plants her upright like a turnip on the seat cover of the toilet bowl. Her toothbrush is pressed into her hand and a placidly delivered threat to put her in the shower stall next and switch on the cold water finally has her attention, and she pouts all the way through her morning ablutions. He does not even blink when her pajamas falls to the floor and she flounces out of the bathroom to find her change of clothes; he has seen her in skimpier swimsuits, and more importantly, must she always leave a mess everywhere she goes?

gets awkward about romantic gestures

Perhaps it’s the fact that they grew up together, but the blithe exchange of casual, demonstrative gestures comes easily and naturally to them, long before they made things official. Even after that subtle change in relationship status, nothing seems too different or entirely new or something strange that either feel that they had to struggle to adjust to. Alice is even touchier than ever, gleefully groping Ryou in places she has always wanted to grope (she has unrestricted special VIP access now), and Ryou puts up with her amorous affection up till the point where he abruptly reaches his limit. His self-control snaps like a proverbial twig then and he drags her off to somewhere quiet so he can mark her back until her legs shake and her voice comes out of her in unsteady, uncontrollable gasps-

stays in the shower for what seems like hours

Ryou enjoys a long, hot shower after a hard, satisfying workout, the kind with temperatures high enough to peel skin.The shower facilities are equipped with state-of-the-art, high pressure, ionising spray jets that Alice has specifically custom ordered for him - supposedly, they have revitalizing and de-stressing effects and can also help to improve blood circulation, particularly effective for soothing sore muscles.They also have a private sauna which they use often, a standard practice derived from their years living in Scandinavia. It is one of the things that Ryou appreciates when it comes to Japan; how the bathing traditions here in this land of the East are so similar to those back home, in the far Nordic North. The Japanese don’t practice winter ice swimming with as much zeal, though, but Alice and Leonora are always in for a treat every end of the year, when Ryou and Soe gamely don snug swim trunks after a nice, long session in the sauna and brave the freezing winter conditions for a few invigorating laps in the freshwater mountain lake that borders the Nakiri winter lodge.

would adopt a million cats if given the chance

She comes home with a box of squirming kittens one day, fat tears rolling down her puffy face and her reddened nose dribbling like a leaky faucet in reaction to the mewling felines in her arms. He cannot tell if her sorry appearance is due to being moved by the little strays’ sad, abandoned predicament or more due to the fact that the tiny mewling fluffballs are making her body go haywire in allergic reaction - probably a fair mix of both. ‘Ryou!’ she warbles his name with dramatic woe even as he is already rising from his seat and padding towards her. ‘Help; they were crying on the roadside and I couldn’t just leave th- achoo!!’

fixes stuff around the house / apartment

Alice is forbidden from fixing anything in the house, because more often than not, anything she attempts to save eventually ends up damaged beyond repair. Not that Ryou is exactly some miracle fix-it-all/DIY-er himself either; he does well enough when it comes to simple home repairs and improvements and is very knowledgeable with all the workings of his kitchen equipment, and most importantly, at least he hasn’t accidentally almost burned down the house…unlike a certain somebody whose name he shall refrain from mentioning.

watches too many Disney movies

‘We’re like Beauty and the Beast,’ she tells him with a grin, and he just eyes her with his usual sleepy apathy, not even surprised by her random whimsy. ‘Do you know why? Because Beauty always saves Beast in the end!’

gets drunk off of champagne

She is the most ridiculous drunk person ever - one moment, she’s trying to pick a fight with a street post and the next she has somehow teleported across the road one block down, marching into the conbini for a random shopping binge. She runs off again, cackling into the night, while sticking him with the bill for her purchases and his face is deadpan as ever (his forehead is starting to twitch, though) as the convenience store worker blanches at his blandly murderous visage and nervously rings up the haphazard pile of candy, small mountain of junk food, as well as what looks like the conbini’s entire display of condoms even as the three other customers in queue behind him try not to gawk at the impressive hoard of prophylactics in flustered embarrassment. He catches up to her before she can get into any more trouble, herds her loudly singing self around several exposed manholes before she can dance and twirl right into them, scares off three different groups of hoodlums trying to pick her up (by then that look of pure homicide has been permanently etched onto his face, very convenient that) and manages to drag her troublesome behind home before she can pull another Houdini on him again. She throws herself into his arms when they’re in the backseat of the cab, and he is exasperated and pissed after an entire night of running after his ojou and putting up with her shenanigans; anyone would have taken one look at that dark scowl on his face, promptly do an about turn and run for the hills, but of course she climbs onto his lap instead and demands affection. ‘My Ryou is the best~!’ she brags to him looking like someone’s ridiculously proud grandma, and just like that, he feels his aggravation subside a little at her obvious recognition of his worth and ability. That special feeling is quick to disappear, however, when she reaches up to ruffle his hair and coos, ‘Who’s a good boy? My Ryou’s the goodest boy-”

cries when the ASPCA commercials come on

She quivers and her eyes fill up like she’s going through an allergic episode again, and he fixes half his gaze on her in case she starts to swell up like previously. She does not puff up this time, but she’s…leaky, presumably a side effect of the short video they had been watching. He suffers through her sniffs, snorts and snuffles in silence - and he is very silent and very still, because she seems to have momentarily forgotten about his presence and he wants to keep it that way- but alas his good fortune does not last long. She turns to him with that piteous expression that reminds him very much of Leonora-san when she’s pouting with all her might at Soe-san, and Ryou feels something like doom encroach him at the familiar scenario. His stoic apathy falters before her mien of misery, and he wants to sigh in a very put upon manner. He opens his arms to her instead, and she shuffles into his side. ‘Ryou?’ ‘Yes, milady?’ ‘Let’s adopt a million cats.’ ‘…No.’

#Food Wars: Shokugeki no Souma #Shokugeki no Soma #Kurokiba Ryou #Nakiri Alice #RyoAli #harumaki03 #[ there's a certain someone I need to blame now for automatically thinking of Beauty and the Beast when it comes to RyoAli! XD ]

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complicatedandstained · 5 years

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The Other Day at Hot Topic: Cuts

When Saïx walks out of the back office, all the pieces fall into place. Dem and Roxas had told Axel about the sweat and the sweatpants, and that would have been more than enough to put Saïx in a mood, really. If Saïx isn’t dressed to impress, he tends to feel as if he isn’t dressed at all.

But neither guy had been tactless enough to mention what’s really digging under Saïx’s skin. Saïx had been in such a rush to come in to his unstaffed store this morning that he hadn’t concealed the scar across the bridge of his nose. That Saïx feels self-conscious of the mark is the understatement of the century.

Because I look like a damned pirate, Axel, he had bemoaned more than once, sitting in front of his mirror, necktie askew, red-eyed, exasperated. Who’s going to take me seriously as a professional? The Godfather?

Axel had gripped his shoulders, pale green eyes unwavering. So, you take a page from the Godfather. You dress to kill and you make them take you seriously. You’re good at that.

Saïx had taken this advice to heart, thickened his skin to the occasional comments that came when his concealer sweated off in the island heat. He had tried to, anyway. But now the biggest gossip on staff has seen it. And Jesus knows Demyx had asked questions.

So, of course Saïx is in a mood, Zexion. Who wouldn’t be?

Axel doesn’t pause to think about whether Saïx is still irritated with him. He meets him halfway through the store and sets hands on his upper arms.

“Axel,” Saïx tries for cold but he just looks tired, lower lip jutting out, shadows below his eyes where swipes of metallic gold ought to be.

The scar has never bothered Axel the way that people have told him it ought to. He looks at it and sees strength. Here is someone who overcame, someone who survived. The cuts were deep enough to finally get Saïx’s rabid old man as locked away as he deserved to be—deep enough to keep Saïx safe—so to Axel, the scar is beautiful.

Axel leans in and plants his lips on the broad, faint X. “Hey, Sai,” he murmurs, mouth barely lifting as Saïx’s hands settle on Axel’s bony hips. “Sorry, I’m late.” He presses his lips to the cross again and then to the tip of Saïx’s nose, warm sympathy flooding his chest.

Saïx fingers knead his side gently. “Where’ve you been, baby, hm?”

The words start to freeze the warmth in Axel’s chest, and he pulls back slightly.

So, one vulnerability has heightened another.

He can’t help but get a little ticked again. All these years of therapy, so much emotional, physical, and general life progress—but when it comes to Axel, some days it feels like all Sai’s learned to do is wrap his possessive jealousy up in prettier, more socially acceptable paper.

Better than being screamed at every time he’d walked in late to fourth period study hall in ninth grade, sure, absolutely—but still kind of exhausting.

He’s lucky I’ve been in love with him since I was five.

Lucky I get it.

Lucky.

But shit. Look, he’s buffer than Rocky (Horror) and incomprehensibly dedicated to a good-for-nothing like me.

I’m pretty damn lucky too.

Axel runs a knuckle down Saïx’s cheek and smiles. “Nowhere special.”

Saïx realizes he’s misstepped and takes a thin breath, brows scrunching, wanting to explain. “Demyx said you were grabbing coffee, and you were gone for an hour, so I didn’t think it was unreasonable for me to wonder...”

Wonder. And send six texts. And torment Demyx. And God knew what next...

Axel closes his eyes. He decides to show mercy and ignore this remark. His fingers lace behind Saïx’s neck, his gaze shifting down to scan Saïx’s workout clothes, getting distracted. “You have no right to look sexier than me in my own damn sweatpants.”

This off-hand observation proves to be a suitable salve to Saïx’s ego, because he smirks and says, level as ever, “I beg to differ. They suit you just fine.”

Axel can’t quite reign in a bark of laughter. Axel is never letting Demyx order anything for him again. “Sai, there’s a reason I put them in your drawer. They’re twice my size; they slip right off of me.”

Saïx’s pale blue brows bounce up emphatically, and his smirk is pointed. “And that’s a problem?”

Oh, so he does remember. The noise Axel feels in his throat is practically a purr as the heat returns to his skin.

“Oh, gross...”

Demyx is choking over all of this verbal PDA, and the couple glance over at his gaping as it evolves into audible sputtering. “Wait.” Demyx freezes, gestures emphatically at the white “THE ORGANIZATION” printed down the side of Saïx’s leg. “Saïx, are you advertising for us? You? How did I not notice that earlier?”

Saïx’s lips turn down. The glare he aims at Demyx knocks him back a step into the rotating piercing fixture. “This,” he smooths the first few letters with a hand, “was supposed to be between me and my pilates instructor.”

“I feel…” Demyx grasps at the empty air and looks as if the ground has split open in front of him to reveal hell itself, “strangely numb.” He blinks at the couple a few times, and Axel and Saïx untangle and separate. “Do you like, listen to our music in your free time? Oh my god. What’s your favorite song on our EP? I’m partial to “Oblivion” myself. Luxord wanted to cut it. He says the best one’s “Dusks”, but I bet you... Oh my god. Unless you think the whole thing sucks.” Demyx pouts, eyes widening, puppy-like. Stumbling forward, he grabs for Saïx’s shirtfront, fingers clinging to the sturdy, ribbed tank. “You don’t, do you?”

Axel doesn’t bother to contain his laughter. He knew Saïx had their EP on his phone, but listening to your boyfriend’s band in private and admitting to being a fan to Demyx are two wildly different beasts.

Saïx does a quick assessment of the store to ensure no customers or other employees have been privy to this bizarre conversation. Satisfied that they’re alone, he slips a blue flyaway behind his ear and proceeds to pluck the fingers from his shirt, one by one, with each pull, a word, “Get. Back. Behind. The. Register. Demyx.”

Axel feels like he’s watching a puppy being denied table scraps.

Stunned, Demyx lets his hands drop and hops upright, spinning on a toe. “Yes, sir.”

Axel sets a hand on Saïx’s shoulder and rubs. The creases in Saïx’s forehead ease.

“And Demyx?”

Demyx twirls back around, face serious, light colored eyes still wide and childishly hopeful. “Sir?”

Saïx catches Demyx’s eye, expression stoic as ever. “I’ve listened to “Oblivion” about five hundred times. Luxord’s an imbecile.”

Saïx makes a point of ignoring Demyx’s unbridled whimper of joy, turning back to Axel with a faint, pleased yet exhausted smile.

“You’re never going to hear the end of this one,” Axel warns, smirking in return, hand on Saïx’s pec, pressing another step closer.

“I…”

“Welcome to Hot Topic, ladies,” Zexion greets with uncharacteristic vigor from his post at the mouth of the store.

Axel assumes it’s a warning to make themselves presentable, and resists the temptation to do the opposite.

Saïx glances to the customers and then to the racks and displays, and Axel knows the slightest imperfection will take him another hour to fix if Axel doesn’t act quickly.

Axel hooks a finger into the neck of Saïx’s tank and murmurs, “Wanna take this somewhere a little more private?” He bounces his brows. “I know where they keep the fitting room key.”

Saïx sighs, but he doesn’t hold back his smile this time. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m joking. Everyone knows Hot Topic fitting rooms are dirtier than Larxene’s lingerie.”

Saïx snorts in spite of himself, expression utterly disgusted, but gestures for Axel to follow him to the office. “If you were on staff, I’d write you up for saying that.”

“For saying that about the fitting room or for saying that about Larxene?”

“Both.”

#kingdom hearts #axel #saix #demyx #akusai #zexion #larxene #organization xiii #hot topic au #my writing

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handsupinthebalorclub · 6 years

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Anagapesis (chapter 2)

pairing: the shield x reader

word count: 3,640

summary: Anagapesis (n.) no longer feeling any affection for something or someone you once loved. After three years, you’re officially the manager of the Shield once again. But, things aren’t quite the same as they used to be.

warnings: cursing, mentions of betrayal and trust issues

a/n: this chapter sucks so I firmly apologize and I’ll do my best to make chapter three better

chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four

Your (eye color) eyes focused on the laptop screen in front of you, which displayed a clip from the August 14th, 2017 episode of Raw. For the past hour, you had been trying to piece together what had happened in your absence. Prior to your involvement in the Shield reunion, you had heard a lot about the small interactions the three men had before Dean and Seth’s tag team reign. But, you had never brought yourself to see it with your own eyes. Well, until now.

Dean stood in the center of the ring with Seth. Seth stood confidently, a microphone in his hand as he addressed the elder man.

“When I take the fight to the Miz, and I will, brother. Will you be standing in my way? Or will you be standing by my side? That’s all I want to know.” Dean took a second to survey the crowd, who had launched into a chorus of ‘Yes’ chants, with a look of disbelief. His grip tightened on the steel chair in his hand before he had turned back to Seth.

“I’m-I’m sorry. Did you just say brother?” Dean scoffed.

Seth automatically recoiled when he heard this.

“C’mon you know I didn’t mean it like that-”

“Brother? I ain’t your brother.” Dean took a step back, anger now evident. “My brothers were in the Shield.”

Seth opened his mouth to retaliate, but it seemed as if he was at a loss for words. Once Dean saw he wasn’t going to say anything, he continued.

“My brothers fought with me in the trenches. I trusted my brothers!”

“How many times-” Seth held up a hand to stop Dean, but he just kept going.

“My brothers stood for something!” Dean took a step closer to Seth, maintaining strong eye contact. “You? I don’t know you.”

The expression of Seth’s face switched. You wanted to say that the look was regret, but you weren’t quite sure.

“I mean, I knew a guy who looked like you once. He was a liar. A cheater, the kind of guy to stab his brothers and sister in the back. That guy took a chair,” Dean held up the metal chair that was in his grasp. “Just like this one and stabbed it right through my back, and right through my heart.” “And that was over three years ago! And you know what? I’m sorry!” Seth yelled before he took a step back and tried to calm himself down.

Dean only smiled, happy with the reaction he had earned from The Architect.

You had thought about pausing the video in this moment, your mind racing at the words Seth had just said. But, you powered through and decided to continue watching. Back on the screen, Seth raised a finger and prodded the air between him and Dean.

“And I never said that before, so I’ll say it again. I’m sorry, alright?” He stared down Dean as the WWE Universe cheered. “If you think I forgot about that, I live with that every single day of my life! I remember that, but do you know what else I remember? I remember you and I tearing each other apart inside of Hell in a Cell!”

“I remember you,” he pointed to Dean before continuing. “Cashing in your Money In the Bank contract and beating me for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship. But all that, all that, everything we’re talking about- that’s in the past. This is the then and now. I’ve moved on! What is it going to take for you to move on man?”

The two men looked at each other, Seth obviously waiting for an answer. Dean scratched the back of his neck and began to pace around the ring. He rested his hands onto the crimson robes to collect himself, then walked back over to Seth.

“Y’know, I see your lips moving. But I don’t hear nothing.” Seth looked around the ring, done with his ex-brother’s claims.

“Alright, alright.” He looked at the chair in Dean’s hands before hitting it with the back of his hand. “You got that...you got that little chair right there in your hand.” Seth re-positioned himself so his back was facing towards Dean. “Do it. No, do it! Hit me! If that’s what’s going to make you feel better, hit me!” He spread his arms out wide and gave Dean the opportunity to strike, like Seth had done to Dean all of those years ago.

A shiver rushed down your spine as you looked at the laptop, very curious what Dean would do. You honestly expected him to take the chair shot, all of the pent up anger from the betrayal rising to the surface. Dean pocketed his microphone and took a step back, raising the chair with one hand. Seth began to get restless.

“Do it right now! Hit me, damn it!” Seth threw his microphone onto the mat below and went into a T pose once again.

This is when everything changed. To your surprise, Dean threw the metal chair out of the ring, a smile on his face as he did so. You sat there, dumbfounded as Seth looked towards Dean in surprise. You were about to watch more, but the sound of the hotel door being pushed open made you pause the video and take out your headphones. When you looked towards the door, there Roman stood with his hair in a bun and his clothes practically drenched in sweat.

You didn’t know what the three men did travel wise before you were thrown back into the group, but you decided to revert them back to the format that was set up before the incident. It was a rotating system, where each person would be paired with someone they would share a hotel room with for that week, despite wherever the brand had traveled to. Thankfully, Roman offered to be paired with you first for obvious reasons, which left the other two men to share a room.

Once he had entered the room, Roman didn’t speak until he had made his way over to the bed he had claimed earlier on in the morning and sat down on the edge of it.

“Whatcha up to, babygirl?” He asked.

“Nothing, just worked on the schedules for a little bit. How was the gym?” You lied, not wanting to admit to Roman that you had spent your time watching old pre-reunion videos.

“Good. I have a feeling I’ll be super sore later though.” Roman replied. Before he had left, he had asked if you wanted to join him in a workout, but you politely turned down the offer. You were never really the gym type, despite the profession and people you surround yourself with. Sure, sometimes you had gone on early morning jogs with Seth in the past or occasionally accompanied the members of the New Day when they worked out, but you yourself had never been an insanely active person.

Roman got up from his seat and traveled over to the dresser. He pulled out a new outfit then turned back to you.

“Do you need the bathroom before I take a shower?”

“Nah, go ahead.” You shook your head while replying and watched as he vanished into the bathroom. Once he was out of sight, you brought yourself to spin the chair back so it was facing the desk and open your laptop once again. Instead of continuing the video, you reopened the spreadsheet that withheld the Shield schedules that had been abandoned when you started your research.

* * *

“Ro!” You grunted as you watched Roman walk in front of the television. He casted you a look of confusion and looked towards what was on the tv.

“Since when have you cared about Breezedango or The Ascension? Why are you even watching Smackdown?” He teased once he noticed what was being displayed.

“Tyler and Fandango are actually really cool once you get to know them.” You shrugged before a chuckle escaped your lips from a comment Tyler Breeze had made about The Ascension's many fashion violations. “Plus, the New Day guys put in our group text that I should watch their match. Something about unicorns? I don’t know. Whatever supports them, I guess.”

“You guys have a group chat?”

“It’s mostly reserved for memes, but we talk normally in it occasionally.”

Roman looked at you strangely before picking up his wallet from the desk. Your eyes darted towards the television to catch Viktor knee strike Fandango into the ropes. Once Fandango managed to get the upper hand once more, you brought yourself to look at Roman again.

“Are you about to head out?”

“Yeah. Are you sure you don’t want to come?” The house show wasn’t until the next day, which gave you guys the night off. Roman, Dean, and Seth had planned on the car ride to Arizona that they were going to spend their night bar hopping. Roman offered for you to come, and you considered it up until the situation that had occurred with Dean.

“I’m sure. Have fun though, alright? Don’t get too drunk.”

Roman nodded then checked his phone, which happened to just buzz at that moment.

“Alright, I’m leaving.” He took a step forward before gazing at the television, then over to you. “Can I walk across here without being killed?”

“Go ahead,” You rolled your eyes at his comment. “Bye.”

“Catch ya later.”

When Roman exited the hotel room, you put your focus back onto the match.

After approximately two matches later, the announcers handed the show off to Renee Young, who had a scheduled interview with none other than your previous client, Dolph Ziggler. You debated on muting the television for this segment and finding something else to do until the New Day match, but your curiosity got the best of you.

“Dolph,” Renee addressed the blonde man next to her. “Last night your manager, y/n l/n, made it clear that she was back with the Shield. Does this mean that you’ll be going out to fight Baron Corbin alone tonight?”

“Sadly, yes. We stayed up late the other night talking about it, actually. She didn’t want to go at first, thought it wouldn’t be safe for a number of reasons.”

You looked at the television with a look a disgust at the lies Dolph was spewing.

“And those were…?” Renee wondered.

“Ambrose is a handful and being his manager instantly translates to being his handler. Reigns has a giant target on his back constantly, which puts her in danger. And Rollins...do I even have to explain? C’mon, how can you be the Hounds of Justice when you’re the ones spreading the injustice?” There was a pause before he smiled towards the camera and continued.

“Anyway, she was apprehensive. But, I talked her into switching. Not as a client, but as a friend. It’s what’s probably best for her career. I’ll miss her just as much as she misses me.”

You picked up the remote and muted the television.

“Fuck you, Dolph.”

* * *

You smiled lightly as The New Day busted out into their iconic celebratory dances. They had just won their match against the Usos and you were quite impressed with their performance. Not because of the unicorn entrance that Xavier had previously mentioned in the group chat, but rather their comradery. You had always admired how in sync they were both in and out of the ring, but you thought they took that to new heights that night. Especially with how smoothly they had pulled off the Double Midnight Hour. Overall, you were really proud of them not just as their past manager, but also as a friend.

This was around the time that you remembered that there was a drink vending machine down the hall and being quite thirsty, you decided to check it out. You turned off the television and stood up, making sure you had everything before you exited the room. You traveled down the hallway and stopped in front of the black container that held a variety of different drinks.

After retrieving your drink of choice, you returned to your hotel room. You put your hand into your pocket to retrieve the keycard, only to figure out that you had left it on the night table.

“Fuck.” You grumbled to yourself. The thought of calling Roman and asking him to drive back to let you in popped in your head but you didn't want to bother him. From prior experience, the typical Shield bar hop could last from anywhere from four to six hours and they had only been gone for about an hour and a half at this point.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for another idea to pop into your mind. You grabbed your phone and went through your contacts until a familiar name popped up onto the screen. You hit the call button and patiently waited for Finn to pick up.

“Hey, y/n.” He spoke after the phone rang twice.

“Hey, Finn. Are you up to anything important right now?” You leaned against the hallway wall.

“No, not really. Why? What’s up?”

“Long story short, I locked myself out of the hotel room and Roman’s out right now. Do you mind me hanging out with you until he comes back?”

You heard Finn softly laugh at your mistake, which made you pout.

“Or you could just sit there and laugh. I could always just sit in the lobby.”

“I’m sorry, y/n. It’s just that’s such a rookie mistake. You’ve been traveling for how many years now?”

“Alright, I see your point.” You allowed a small laugh to escape your lips.

“But to answer your question, sure. I’m in room C21.”

“Thanks, Finn. See you soon.”

“Bye.”

With that, you hung up the phone and placed it into your pocket. It wouldn’t take long to find his room, since you were already on the C floor.

After going to the complete other end of the hallway, where C21 was located, you raised your fist and knocked lightly on the door. There was some shuffling sounds from behind the door before it opened to reveal Finn.

“Hey, come on in.” He took a step back to allow you into the hotel room. You gladly entered, expecting his room to be a carbon copy of your own. But, you were fairly surprised to see that instead of occupying two beds like your room did, his own occupied one.

You moved further into the room and took a seat onto the bed, Finn following in succession after he had shut the door.

“So, how has everything been going?”

The way your face instinctively dropped must have said it all, because Finn looked at you with sad eyes.

“That bad, huh?”

You took a deep breath and then went into explaining everything. You mentioned all of the little things that had happened since your last conversation with Finn in the gorilla. Dean’s small comments, Seth hugging you after the match, your confrontation with Dean in the hall, how tense the car ride to Arizona was, and last but not least: Dolph’s down-right lies to the WWE Universe.

“It’s like when it rains, it pours. I swear, the only good things that have come out of this so far is being an official manager again, still being close with Roman, and being on the same brand with you.” You sighed.

“Well, sounds like you could use a distraction from all of this.” Finn stood up and made his way over to the desk. He grabbed the remote before turning back to you, a smile on his face. “How about some Netflix and chill?”

You know Finn didn’t mean it a lewd way, but you couldn’t help but bust out into laughter at his words.

“Finn….sweetie…that’s not what that means!”

Finn scratched the back of his neck with a flustered look on his face. His reaction only made you laugh harder.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” In the matter of seconds, a teasing look came across his face. “Or did I?”

You scrunched up your nose then raised your hands, signaling that you wanted him to throw you the remote.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just find a movie or something.”

* * *

Slowly, you opened your eyes and tried to adjust to the lighting of the room. It took you a few seconds to fully wake up and process why you weren’t in your hotel room, but eventually you realized that you had fell asleep at Finn’s.

“Good morning.”

You looked towards Finn, who was sitting in an armchair on the other side of the room. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and had already changed into casual clothes.

“Morning.” You sat up and grabbed your phone off the night side table. You tried to turn it on, but realized it was dead. “What time is it?” You asked Finn.

He looked at the watch on his wrist before answering.

“Ten twenty.”

You stretched and swung your legs over the side of the bed.

“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”

Ten was considered quite late for WWE talent. Most did their workouts in the morning or had other things to attend to. When you acted as the manager of both the Shield and the New Day, you were up by seven most mornings to make sure everything was in line or to answer emails. Being Dolph’s valet involved less productive mornings, but you had already developed the habit of being up early.

“I thought that you could use the extra sleep.” Finn quickly decided to further explain himself with how bad the first sentence sounded. “I mean, since you’ve been under a lot of stress.”

“Ah, okay. Thanks, then. Having a little extra shut eye was kind of nice. But, I should probably go back to my own room now.” You collected all of your items and stood up. You moved across the room and gave Finn a quick hug. “Thank you for letting me stay here!”

“No problem, see you tonight at the house show?”

“I’ll make a time slot for my favorite Irishman.”

“Sheamus wouldn’t be happy if he heard that.” Finn smirked, knowing quite well that your friendship with the previously mentioned wrestler was practically nonexistent.

“Bye, Finn.” You laughed before ducking out of the room and entering the hallway.

* * *

You blinked in confusion when Seth had opened the door to your hotel and not Roman. Seth seemed to be equally confused, but stepped backwards to allow you in nonetheless. Your perplexity only grew when you realized he and Dean were the only two in the room.

“Where have you been?” Dean asked, standing up from his seated position in the office chair.

“I locked myself out of the hotel room last night so I went to Finn’s until Roman got back but I fell asleep.” You answered, not liking the thick tension that coated the room.

Seth was standing behind you with his arms crossed and a small smile on his lips.

“Finn? As in Finn Balor? Since when are you close to him?”

Like most things Seth said, you decided to ignore his comment and put your focus on Dean.

“Where’s Roman?”

“Out looking for you. He came back last night and got worried because you weren’t here. Tried calling, texting-the whole shebang. Eventually he decided to just go out and find you. He thought that someone like the Wyatt’s took you.” He responded coldly.

Your eyes darted to the floor as your thoughts jumbled. It took you a second to recompose yourself, the presence of both Seth and Dean making you revert back to your previous expression.

“My phone died,” You said. “I didn’t mean to worry him.”

“Yeah, well. You did. I guess I’ll go find him now and tell him you’re alright.” Dean pushed past you and left the hotel room. You let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through your hair.

“Dean was worried more than he lets on.”

You visibly jumped at the sound of Seth’s voice. You had honestly forgot that he was still in the room. You turned around to face him with a ‘yeah right’ look on your face.

“What? It’s true,” Seth’s half-smile transformed into a look of innocence. “he wanted to go out there and bash some skulls in to find you. But, Roman decided it would be the best for him to stay here so we could avoid any unneeded brawls.”

You tried to reflect upon his words, but another thought popped into your head before you could fully process them.

This was your first time completely alone with Seth since that night.

You instinctively took a step away from the male and wrapped your arms around yourself. Your breathing started to become shallower, but you tried your best to hide it. You debated on kicking him out of the room, but a questioned replayed in the back of your brain.

“And you, Rollins? Why did you wait around for me?”

Seth shrugged, taken back from the question.

“Someone needed to keep Dean in line and make sure he didn’t kill anyone.” He paused for a split second. “Plus, I care about you.”

Your breath caught in your lungs and you quickly gestured towards the door.

“Well, as you can see...I’m alive and well. So you can leave now. This probably interfered with your morning workout and we don’t want you pulling anything tonight at the house show.”

Seth casted you a weird look but made his way to the exit.

You had heard enough lies within the last twenty-four hours.

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Noona, You’re So Pretty (Chapter 3)

If you missed the first 2 chapters, click here and here. This chapter is slightly shorter than the others, but I’m planning making the next one very smutty and lengthy. I hope you enjoy! Warning again: Smut

Chapter 3

“Mmm..fuck…” she moaned breathily. She rode his cock hard, bouncing up and down on his lap. Her arms hugged his neck tight as he devoured her right breast; her left jiggling jealousy on the side. His hands gripped her ass hard pulling her on him even more. She arched her back as she reached orgasm and cried out in pleasure. He came right after, the white fluid filling her insides. She collapsed onto the bed as their juices intertwined and dripped out. He cleaned her opening with his tongue then gave her a kiss to share the taste. They heard the front door of the dorm open.

“I think they’re back.” Wonho stood up and stretched, moving his arms side to side. She rolled to the side and found her dress draped over his nightstand. She quickly dressed and fixed her hair, hiding any evidence of passionate love making. Wonho handed her a tissue to wipe off the sweat on her face. “I’m going to take a shower.” He checked his phone then turned away. She giggled seeing his flower tattoo again. She slapped his ass and giggled. “Okay Hoseokie,” she smiled. He smirked as he walked away. “I’ll get you back for that.” He shut the bathroom door and she got out of his bed. Just like clockwork she heard a knock on the bedroom door. She went to unlock it. “Noona, I didn’t know you were still here!” Minhyuk was happy to see her. She nodded. “I still have to do laundry. I finished everything else.” She pointed to the basket in the corner. “I’m sorry we give you so much work.” He entered the room and looked around. “Gosh, Wonho made such a mess.” He noticed Wonho’s clothes scattered across the floor. He started to pick them up and put them in the laundry. “What the heck was he doing?” She shrugged until she spotted a tube of cherry flavored lubricant laying on the base of the bed. She quickly dove to the floor. “Noona??” Minhyuk panicked and tried to help her up. She slipped the tube into her bra; she knew their little experiment would cause problems.

Earlier

“I got a present for you,” Wonho said, walking in the front door. She was busy cleaning the oven. “What’s that?” She popped her head up from the kitchen appliance.

“I hear it’s not pleasant sucking a guy off, so I got you some flavored lube.” She laughed as he walked over to her. “What flavor?”

“How do you feel about cherry?” He pulled the tube out of his pocket. She grabbed it from him and read the writing on the bottle. She slipped it in her dress pocket. “I hope it doesn’t taste like cough medicine. Cum and cough drops is not my style.” He snorted. “Noona you’re so weird.” He smiled wide and started to laugh. He filled up a glass with water and noticed the dishes in the sink. He grabbed a sponge, squeezed the bottle of soap and then started washing the dishes. She smiled at him appreciating the fact he was helping her. He had really become brighter since they became friends with benefits.

They had been sleeping together for a few months now. Their friendship had blossomed along with their sex life. They spent more time together around the dorm. Minhyuk would bring her over and Wonho would run to the door. He'd stop everything he was doing just to say hello. She'd play video games with I.M but he’d come sit beside her. He'd grab a controller and join in the game. He’d try to impress her but get so distracted he’d ultimately always lose. Whenever she'd cook with Kihyun, he'd sneak into the kitchen and try anything she was making. He'd stick his finger her dessert and make eye contact as he licked it. Kihyun would always give a weird look then go back to his business. They shared so many inside jokes and the other members began to notice. Still, they kept their sin a secret, even when they were always risking being caught.

Something about the danger thrilled them. Sometimes they'd sleep together at her apartment but they found it more exciting when someone could possibly find them. They mostly did it at the dorm. On extra adventurous days they'd hit the gym and work out. Wonho loved nothing more than showing off his strength. He'd lift 100 lbs while she tried hard to lift hand weights. Wonho was the best trainer she could ask for as he'd help her every step along the way. He'd point out the way her muscles were working with each exercise. She could already feel herself becoming stronger. After the workout they'd find a private shower and go in together. As they'd scrub each other down they'd bang against the shower wall. He loved watching the water beads drip down or chest or back, depending on her position that day. They'd smack each other's wet skin, enjoying the echoing sound it made. She got an IUD inserted so they didn't need to bother with a condom. It made Wonho happier now knowing he could claim her by filling her with his seed.

“Noona, do you like my hair?” He flipped it to the side.

“It makes you look like a bad boy.” She couldn't help but smile. The blonde hair really suited him. “Why did you get it dyed?”

He sighed a bit as he dried the dishes. “We are going away for a while.”

“Oh that sounds exciting.” She scrubbed the stove top. “Is it another tour?”

He shook his head. “We’re filming a show and promoting in Japan.”

“That should be so much fun.” She was happy for him but he didn't feel the same.

“We’re going to be there for about 4 months.” He got a bit quiet.

“That's quite a long time.” She started to understand his feelings. “At least you'll be able to meet new fans.”

“I mean I'm always happy to see Monbebes. My fans are the reason I get to live my life. It's just that,” he looked at her with sad eyes. “I won't be able to see noona for a while.”

“It's okay,” she reassured him, rubbing his shoulder. “It just means we can have amazing both going away and returning sex.”

He smiled a little. “You know I don't just like you as a sex doll. Maybe I actually like being around you.” He playfully bumped her hip.

“So..” she slid in front of him. Her hands ran along his chest. “Are you saying you'll miss me?”

“Maybe I will,” he said, smirking as his hips pressed her against the counter. “I mean, who else will work out with me?”

“Literally any of your group mates, especially Shownu.”

“That's not what I meant.”

“So you do only like me for sex,” she teased.

“That isn't true,” he whined, pouting his lips. “You make really good ramen too.”

She laughed and poked his tummy. “Thanks, Prince Charming.”

He stepped back to let her move away. She checked her work and everything was finished. With a smirk she took the lube from her pocket.

“When is everyone else coming home?”

“Hmm…” Wonho thought. “I left practice early to hit the gym. They said they were going to pick up some food so maybe a half hour?” She dangled the lube in his face.

“Perfect! Let's go try this out.”

She grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.

“Noona, are you okay?” Minhyuk asked as he gently helped her up. She brushed herself off.

“Yeah I'm good. I just tripped.” She clinged to his arm, leading him away from the area.

“Hoseokie told me you're going to Japan.”

“Yeah we just got all the details confirmed today. We’re going to be gone for an entire four months.” “Aww..I’m going to be so bored with my guys.” Minhyuk sighed. “I wish I could take noona with us.” He hugged her arm. “Our manager doesn’t let us have any fun.” “Maybe I should apply to be your new manager,” she joked. “I think I’m a decent babysitter.” “Noona is the best babysitter! Everyone is in a better mood with you around.” They headed out of the room and stopped by the door. Minhyuk stopped. “I hope Wonho didn’t bother you while you were cleaning. He really has become attached to you.” She began to blush. “He wasn’t a bother at all. He came home and even did the dishes. I don’t mind the clothes too much.” “Between you and me…” Minhyuk got close to whisper. “I think he has a crush on you.” She smiled. “Maybe he does.”

They heard the shower turn off and saw Wonho come out with a towel around his waist. Minhyuk quickly shut the door. “He always walks around naked. You shouldn’t have to see that.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re right, Minhyukie.”

They found some other members hanging out in the living room. Jooheon and Hyungwon were loading up Overwatch on Xbox One. Minhyuk hopped on the couch to join them. She wander out to the kitchen to find Shownu and Kihyun unpacking dinner. I.M followed them in with a grocery bag of soju.

“Hey noona,” I.M said setting the bag down. “Have you been stuck here cleaning all day?”

“I took a bit of a break earlier. I have nothing else to do with my Saturday.”

“Will you join us for dinner then?” His deep voice was inviting.

“If everyone else doesn't mind.” Shownu and Kihyun nodded.

“Stay and eat with us,” Shownu flashed her a smile. Kihyun seemed happy too.

“You're a blessing for cleaning everything up. You've saved me about 20 headaches tonight.” She agreed.

She helped them set up dinner. She placed plates around the table. The order out looked delicious. The Bulgogi was still sizzling in its aluminum container. They placed all the side dishes around with the meat in the middle. Once things were set up they began to gather around. “Come sit with me, noona.” Minhyuk said, grabbing her hand and leading her to a spot. Once they were settled in, Wonho emerged from the room. He saw the open space on her other side and headed towards it. As he was about sit, Shownu swooped in and stole it. “I want to sit by noona,” he smiled, patting her shoulder. “I wanted to tell you that you look pretty today.” “Aww thank you,” she blushed. Wonho took the seat on the far end of the table and glared at Shownu.

They enjoyed their meal and engaged in conversations. They gave her details about their upcoming trip. They kept offering her bites of food off their utensils to spoil her for all the work she had done. They were all treating her like a queen while Wonho’s blood began to boil. He stuffed his mouth full of food trying to keep from grumbling about the other members giving her all of the attention. He grumpily sat while the others finished. She noticed his expression but couldn’t respond. “I’ll clean things up,” Jooheon offered and gathered the empty plates. I.M joined him and went to wash the dishes. “How come you only clean when noona is here?” Kihyun scoffed. “Because noona is prettier than you,” Jooheon teased, sticking out his tongue. The group couldn’t help but laugh.

Hyungwon grabbed a rag and wiped off the table as everyone stayed around. Shownu decided to give a suggestion. “Since we won’t be able to see noona for awhile, we should play a game.” Everyone agreed. Even Wonho who sat there with his arms crossed decided it was a good idea. I.M and Jooheon joined the group again. “What should we play?” Jooheon asked. They all thought for a minute. Like a lightbulb turning on, I.M seemed to get an idea.

“Let’s play Spoons!” The ones that knew the game got excited. “What is Spoons?” Kihyun questioned, cocking his head to the side. I.M explained. “You start with four random cards, then you trade cards out until you get four of a kind. Once you get that, you reach for a spoon in the middle of the table. If you don’t get a spoon then you get a letter.” “Ahh..” Kihyun understood. “What’s the punishment for the loser?” Hyungwon was way too curious. “What if the loser has to do a shot?” Wonho suggested. “That just makes me want to lose,” I.M smirked. “But I’d say that works for me.”

“I’ll go get the spoons.” Jooheon ran to gather the utensils as Kihyun found a pack of cards. Minhyuk snuggled against his noona. “See everyone is happier around you! If you weren’t here, everyone would just go their own ways. You should really come be our trip manager.” “I have a job too though,” she playfully pouted. “I have students that depend on me too.” “You must be the coolest teacher.” Wonho stared at the two best friends talking, wanting to find a way to sneak in between. He knew Shownu was too much of a brick wall to battle.

“I can shuffle.” Jooheon took out the cards and split it into two stacks. He shuffled and dealt each person 4 cards. The group eyed each other, feeling competitive as the first card left Jooheon’s hand. He quickly began checking his cards against the deck. He passed the stack from Wonho to Hyungwon and then Kihyun. As the cards reached Kihyun, he began to panic. He couldn't help but straighten each card out in the same direction. I.M shook impatiently waiting for anything to move. “Hyunnggg!” He whined, bouncing anxiously. “Aish, I’m trying.” Kihyun finally gave him the stack. The cards flew past I.M and landed in front of Shownu. He was conflicted on what cards to keep. “Hyunwoo fighting!” She said to encourage him. Wonho’s head popped up from the game. Shownu blushed a bit and picked up his speed. She checked her cards and slid them to Minhyuk. He quickly swiped them back to Jooheon. The round continued like this until I.M smirked and grabbed a spoon. Everyone dove for the table except Kihyun. “Huh?” He looked up to find everyone holding a spoon. “Heh, you get a shot,” I.M teased and poured one for him. They started with a bottle of Green Apple Soju. Kihyun bitterly downed. “This game is too chaotic.” They started a second round, similar to the first. Kihyun was the dealer this time. He set a slow pace early which drove the following players crazy. As the round picked up, Hyungwon came up with a plan. He sneakily moved his hand to the spoons and pretended to grab one. Jooheon noticed the movement and plunged for the spoons. The chaos made everyone grab one! “Who had the pair?” Minhyuk asked, glancing around. They all looked at each other in confusion. “No one,” he laughed. “You fell for my trap.” “What the heck, don’t cheat!” Jooheon whined. They collectively groaned as the shots got passed around.

They continued playing for a number of rounds, each taking a turn in dealing. Kihyun was knocked out the quickest followed by I.M and Jooheon, but everyone had at least 2 letters. The three of them left the table to play something else while the 5 of them continued. They all moved in closer; Wonho still mad he wasn’t sitting beside her. The game became more intense as they started drinking in between rounds. The group got drunker as they went. They started to play sloppily, dropping cards all over the floor. “I’ll get it,” she giggled, reaching underneath the table. She used Shownu’s thighs to come back up. “Omo, I’m sorry.” She turned flush red. Shownu got super shy. “I can get them next time noona.” He smiled. Wonho shot a glare. His drunken state made him more intense. “We should play another game,” he grumbled, taking another shot.

“How about the winner picks the next game?” Hyungwon remarked. Everyone nodded in agreement. With a few more rounds, they were down to two: Wonho and Minhyuk. Minhyuk drunkenly smiled at the cards while Wonho focused hard.

“Are you ready?” Minhyuk said, reaching for the card. Wonho intensely nodded.

“Let's go.”

The round began as Minhyuk picked up the first card. He switched it with one in his hand and placed it on the table. His pace was slow and steady as his eyes adjusted from the drunken gaze. When he passed it to Wonho, he rushed and threw it in the new pile. The losers sat around watching the battle. Wonho hit the table, waiting for the Ace of Clubs; he was only one card away from victory! The next card dropped on the table and he picked it up. He turned it over and just knew he won! He grabbed the card and reached for the spoon, suddenly realizing it was gone. Minhyuk jumped to his feet and began to cheer.

“I did it!” The members stood and cheered for him as Wonho laid on the floor in defeat. She sat back down and poured Wonho a shot.

“Hoseokie played so hard.” He took it from her hand and gulped it down along with his pride. He groaned as he waited for everyone to sit back down.

“I guess you get to pick the next game,” he grumbled.

“Mmm…” he thought then turned to his friend. “Noona, you pick for me.”

“Ah..” she giggled to herself. She was so drunk she could barely sit up straight. “I know what I want to play.” Shownu glanced at the couch wanting to invite Kihyun, Jooheon and I.M over, but they were all passed out. He shrugged and gave her back his attention.

“We should play strip poker,” she suggested with a giggle. All of them turned beet red.

“Noona?” Minhyuk eyes widened. “Are you really sure you want to play?”

“Of course I want to play! If I keep winning I'll be surrounded by four attractive naked men.” Minhyuk’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“But I don't know how to play poker,” Shownu remarked.

“Neither do I,” Hyungwon replied. Wonho looked at her and smirked.

“I guess none of them are confident enough to get naked. You can only rely on one guy.” She didn't hear him as she tried to think up another suggestion. He sighed.

“What if we play Truth or Dare instead?” she waited for a response. Shownu, Hyungwon and Minhyuk quickly accepted while Wonho did after awhile.

“I'm curious to find out what we still don't know about each other.” Minhyuk pondered.

“I have some dares for people to try.” Shownu smiled. “What's the punishment if you refuse to do it?” Hyungwon asked.

“Strip!” She quickly suggested.

“What would we do if you lost?” Minhyuk blushed. “I don't want us to be some creepy guys.”

“Oh Minhyukie, I'll be fine. I'm too drunk to turn down a dare and I also can't lie.”

“Let's just use noona’s rules,” Wonho whined. “You put her in charge of which game we played so she should set the punishment too.”

“I guess you're right.”

They did rock-paper-scissors to determine who went first. Minhyuk won and asked Shownu a question first. “Truth or dare?” “Uhh,” Shownu thought about it, “truth.” “What was the last thing you searched for on your phone?” “I searched for how popular we were.” He was a bit embarrassed. Still, it seemed tame. “You can pick someone now,” Minhyuk said. “Uh...Noona.” “Dare.” Shownu paused for a moment, trying to think of something fun. “Take an ugly picture and post it on Instagram.” The others groaned.

“That's such an easy dare,” Hyungwon whined. She quickly snapped a photo and uploaded it.

“Done! Okay Hyungwon, truth or dare?”

“Truth!”

“Which one of the guys snores the loudest?”

“Shownu,” he responded quickly. Shownu made a face and playfully tackled him. “Wah, help!” They laughed for a moment then got back up.

“Hyung, truth or dare?” He asked Wonho.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to go make me ramen.” Everyone rolled their eyes.

“That's not a dare, you're just hungry,” Wonho teased. “I'm going to strip instead.” He took off his socks.

“Hoseokie is already getting naked,” she giggled. He smirked at her.

They kept playing Truth or Dare, getting more personal in each round. Between questions and stripping they continued to drink. Wonho, still upset, stared at her. He couldn't believe her hands were all over them, even if she was drunk. Shownu’s arms wrapped around her as Minhyuk held her hands. Hyungwon was leaning against Shownu. He couldn't hide his jealousy as he took shot after shot. Even if they were only friends with benefits, she was supposed to be faithful right? He wanted her to only touch him.

“Hoseokie..” she said as she pouted. He snapped out of his angsty state. “Why do you look so grumpy?”

“I'm not grumpy,” he lied. “I'm just waiting for my turn.”

“We can have more fun later,” she playfully giggled. His eyes grew wide.

“What do you mean by that, noona?” Minhyuk was swaying a bit drunkenly, back and forth. Shownu nodded off.

“Stop stalling, it's my turn to ask noona a question.” Hyungwon crawled back up from below the table. His eyes were almost completely glazed over. “Truth or dare?” “Truth!” She sat up excitedly. Her face was flushed with intoxication. Hyungwon had a sly grin. He had a mischievous question.

“If you had to choose...which one of us would you sleep with?” He laughed.

“Ehh??” Minhyuk leaned over and smacked him. “Why are you asking noona that?” “No, it’s a completely fair question.” She pushed back her hair. “What if I said I was already sleeping with someone?” Their eyes widened. Wonho started to get nervous. “Maybe Minhyuk is right. Let’s skip this question.” “Should I just strip instead?” She giggled. “No, you don’t need to do that.” Minhyuk remarked. “It’s only hypothetical,” Hyungwon rolled his eyes. “It’s not like I’m actually serious.” “Hmm?” Shownu started to wake up. “Let me answer it,” she whined. “I’m a grown ass woman.” She pulled away from Shownu and Minhyuk and tried to stand up. She stumbled a bit. “Where are you going?” Minhyuk balanced her. “I’m going to get another bottle.” She wobbled a few steps, then Wonho reached up to stop her. “I think you’ve had enough.” He was genuinely concerned. “Hoseokie,” she pouted, “I’m just having fun. Besides, you already know the answer.” She winked. “Heh, what are you talking about?” Hyungwon laughed, leaning against the table. His arm knocked over a few empty bottles.

“I’m saying Hoseokie has a really big cock.” Hyungwon and Minhyuk gasped in shock. Shownu broke out into laughter. Wonho jumped up and pinned her against the wall. He panicked and covered her mouth.

“What are you doing?” Minhyuk cried. “Please don’t hurt her.”

“She’s fine,” Wonho reassured him. “She’s really drunk.” He tried hard to cover up any suspicions. “Why does she think you have a big cock?” Hyungwon scratched his head. “Aren’t you the shortest of us?” She giggled hard behind his hand. Wonho turned red. “She just has good taste,” he nervously laughed. She broke loose from his grip. “He has a really nice ass tattoo too.” She stumbled over her own feet. Minhyuk eyes were wide. Wonho captured her again. “Hoseokie likes to play so rough.” He covered her mouth again. “What the hell is she talking about?” Minhyuk hopped to his feet. His head was pounding from the sudden movement and liquor. Wonho bit his lip hard. “I’m going to put her in bed.”

“Hoseokie, you shouldn't be so worried,” she mumbled behind his hand. “You know what I can handle.” Wonho dragged her to the bedroom. He dropped with her onto the bed. She kept giggling. He whispered in her ear. “You’re going to get us in trouble. You need to stop.” He removed his hand again. She pouted. “Hoseokie, you’re so mean. I was just playing Truth or Dare.” He sighed. “You’re lucky my roommates are both hella drunk in the living room. Minhyuk is pretty suspicious.” Just then, Minhyuk stumbled his way into the room. “Noona, are you okay?” His expression was very concerned. “Do you want to lay down in my room?” Wonho nervously took a breath as she began to respond. “Minhyukie, I’m totally fine. Hoseokie is just so needy.” Wonho calmed down. “I think we all drank too much.” He collapsed on his bed as she nodded off a little. “I think noona should spend the night.” He ran his fingers through her soft hair. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. “Should we move her to the couch?” Minhyuk yawned a little. He was really getting drowsy. “I think she’s pretty comfortable here. I’ll take care of her if she wakes up and gets sick.” Minhyuk reluctantly agreed. “Noona is my best friend so I feel like I should take care of her.”

“Don't worry,” Wonho smiled. “I got it.”

“I guess that’s okay.” Minhyuk leaned down and kissed her forehead then patted her back. “Goodnight noona.” He stumbled out of the room. Wonho knocked his head back against the pillow, stressed from almost being caught. He didn't want to give all of this up. He glanced at her as she rested. Her glasses were bumping the pillow as she laid on her side with her back towards him. He leaned over her and removed them, setting them on the end table. He paused as he leaned back over, hovering above her. Her lips looked so soft. He brushed the hair out of her face, tracing her cheek with his fingertips.

“You're so beautiful,” he softly spoke, mostly to no one. Checking again that they were alone, he leaned down and gently kissed her lips. She smiled a bit, but stayed asleep. He pulled her close, making her the baby spoon as he nuzzled into her neck. He kicked up the blanket on the base of the bed and covered her.

He laid there awake for a while, conflicted on what he was feeling. This was just supposed to be for fun. He hated the idea of dating and knew she did too, but the jealousy wouldn't stop. It ate him up everytime he saw her playing with the other members. He just wanted to be the only one close to her.

Eventually Shownu and Minhyuk made it to the room in their extremely drunken states. Afraid of what they might think, he quickly let go of her, shifting to the edge of the bed. He turned to face the wall as he felt her move. Still asleep she rolled over and now was facing him. She reached her arms out, wanting to hold something in her sleep. He couldn’t turn down her cuddles. He blushed as she held him close and rested her head against his back. Feeling comforted by her, he fell asleep.

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Klaine one-shot - “Post-Workout Workout” (Rated NC17)

With Kurt's new promotion, comes a brand new feature article that he gets to write. But it also comes with some interesting requirements, courtesy of his boss, Isabelle Wright. (1456 words)

Notes: So, I know this is the second official work in this series, but it pretty much explains what this series is about. Basically, Kurt got a promotion, and every month he writes an article, occasionally based on things Isabelle decides to torture him with xD Inspired by this article - https://www.prevention.com/sex/a20510107/sex-after-a-workout-benefits/

Warning for being squicky with regard to Kurt’s anxiety about sweat ...

Part 2 of Sorry, Honey, but it’s for Work

Read on AO3.

It’s a struggle to get through the door of their apartment with the two of them locked together at the lips since they got off the elevator. But the moment Kurt saw that the hallway leading to their place was vacant, he leapt on his husband like a serval in heat, clawing at Blaine’s shirt and assaulting his mouth with a mixture of lust and disgust. Blaine doesn’t mind the distressed whimpers and the gasping for air that follows Kurt’s attempts to kiss Blaine while not breathing through his nose. He finds it kind of funny, the sacrifices his poor husband has to make for his job.

Of all the directions Kurt saw his career at Vogue going, he could have never foreseen this one.

Kurt recently earned a promotion, one that helped fund their move from the quaint (but ultimately unsafe) Bushwick loft they had been so fond of to an Upper East Side apartment. Instead of just being Isabelle Wright’s assistant, Kurt got his own feature online and in every magazine. He describes it as a cross between Queer Eye and The View, with a dash of Fashion Police thrown in, which gives Kurt an opportunity to showcase his impeccable style, but also let his catty flag soar. For the most part, he comes up with his own topic ideas, but every so often Isabelle will read an article on the Women’s Health website or watch a BuzzFeed video that makes a lightbulb go off in her head. She’ll inbox Kurt and boom. That’s his topic for the month.

Every time he texts Blaine one of Isabelle’s ideas, along with the tagline, “Sorry, honey, but it’s for work,” Blaine knows that he’s in for one interesting night.

Today’s assignment – post-workout sex is the best sex ever!

The second Blaine read that, he knew this was going to be challenging, to say the least.

Kurt doesn’t particular like to be intimate when they’re sweaty. He’s gotten better the past few years about handling his germaphobia (traveling the New York subway system twice daily will do that for you), but getting sweaty while intimate is something he tries to avoid. And when it does happen, he strips the sheets off the bed and hops straight into the shower.

“Do you know how much bacteria there is in sweat?” he once scolded Blaine when Blaine suggested that they leave it till morning. “We’ll both be covered in bacne by the time we wake up, and that’s not something I want to deal with!”

But for this assignment, Kurt went all out, which is to say he booked two hours with a personal trainer willing to take on both of them at one of the toughest, hardcore gyms in New York – Dogpound - and run them through the paces of a professional boxer/MMA fighter/figure skater/pro tennis player. Their trainer had them doing squats galore, swinging kettlebells, flipping tractor tires, and whipping ropes with few to no breaks in between. He even had them throw on gloves and spar one another in the boxing ring.

Kurt and Blaine haven’t had a good history going head to head, but now that they’re in a better place in their relationship, this time, it was hot as fuck!

When they were finished, they were both sweaty, sore … and ready to go.

They would have made a scene, climbing all over one another in the subway car home, if it wasn’t packed like a sardine can. But even that – having to wait, the anticipation, staring at one another within the confines of the crowd, knowing what was to come – was an incredible turn on.

But now that the moment has arrived, Blaine can tell some of Kurt’s enthusiasm has worn off, especially as they begin to undress, the sweat from their clothes literally flying off their bodies, the summer night having kept them uncomfortably moist on the trip home.

“Now, are you sure about this?” Blaine asks as he peels Kurt’s soaking wet tee up his torso.

“Yes …” Kurt replies unconvincingly, but follows up with, “God! If I had a dollar for every time you’ve asked me that before sex, I’d be a Kardashian!”

“I’m just saying we can ease into this. We don’t have to go this hard the first time.”

“So what do you suggest?” Kurt slips his thumbs into Blaine’s waistband, shuddering from the stickiness underneath.

“Maybe a jog?” Blaine says, removing his husband’s shirt the rest of the way with a little more finesse. “A nice, easy jog around the block. That should get our hearts pumping, don’t you think?”

Kurt considers it while Blaine pulls down his running shorts, dropping small pecks along Kurt’s hips as he does his best to seduce him. And Kurt tries to let him, tries to get lost in the tantalizing sensation of those teasing kisses as the travel towards his crotch, recalling the words of the articles he read while doing his “research”.

Point one: after a workout – especially an intense workout like the one they just had – their hormones are going haywire.

That he believes. Watching Blaine punch a bag for the first time since high school – his muscles bulging, shoulders tensing, brow furrowed in concentration – made Kurt so damned hard that taking his turn on the rowing machine was torture!

Which was point number two. Exercise increases blood flow, even south of the equator.

After watching Blaine give his all flipping tires down the street, watching other men and women at the gym eye him covetously knowing that they got to look but Kurt got to touch, so much of Kurt’s blood had migrated south, his head began to spin.

But point three – that’s the point he’s stuck on.

The point where the scent coming off their bodies might increase sexual attraction.

Blaine always smells good, even when he sweats, but that’s, in part, due to the maximum strength deodorant and the body spray he wears. But the articles Kurt read went deeper into the science behind smell as it pertained to exercise.

When you sweat, they said, your body is releasing bacteria that's breaking down the sweat molecules.

…

Yuck.

And at the current time, Blaine is heading recklessly for the one spot on Kurt’s body that had been hidden not only by his workout clothes, but his underwear. Underwear he’d been wearing all … day … long. A dark, warm, humid place, like a petri dish, where yeasts and germs may be lurking, waiting for their chance to blossom because Kurt waited a half-an-hour too long to take a shower.

When Blaine finally reaches it - buries his nose over Kurt’s cock and breathes in deep, starting to take him in his mouth – Kurt recoils, so grossed out by the thought of Blaine’s face in that bedlam of microorganisms that he not only leaps back, but shoves his poor husband hard enough to send him sprawling on his back.

“Kurt!”

Blaine stares up at Kurt in shock, eyes dancing with a laugh he’s just barely holding back as Kurt wails, “I … I can’t! We’re just so sweaty!”

“I know, I know. That’s okay.” Blaine rolls to his knees and rises to his feet. “At least you tried.”

“But tried isn’t good enough! I have to do! I have to do, and I have to write about it for next month’s issue! Or else … or else …”

Or else … nothing really, he realizes. If he tells Isabelle he failed to pull this off, she’d laugh like crazy, but let him pick his own topic to replace this one. No harm, no foul. It’s the principle of the thing. Kurt doesn’t like to admit defeat.

And admitting defeat over kinky, filthy sex with his husband – that’s plain embarrassing.

“You have the week,” Blaine reminds him, laying a comforting hand on his husband’s shoulder. Well, not really. He makes the gesture, letting his hand hover above – a show of support without triggering Kurt with any further sweaty contact. “We’ll get another chance.” Blaine bites his lower lip, grinning while a thought of how they can solve his husband’s dilemma pops into his head. “Besides, there still might be a way we can swing post-workout sex without all the sweat.”

Kurt arches an eyebrow. He would cross his arms, but he doesn’t even want to touch himself. “How?”

“If we do it in the shower.”

“You’re brilliant!” Kurt grins, his eyes alight with the possibilities. He leans in to kiss Blaine’s cheek, but stops short when he sees a bead of sweat coagulated in the spot. He blows him that one, silently promising to make up for it in five minutes. “And that’s why I married you.”

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