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kiridarling · 3 years

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eijirou kirishima | f!reader, DARK CONTENT, drugging, noncon, but also the reader isn't not into it bc like...i have my limits okay, talk of vomit for a sec (no actual vomit), degradation, bondage, size kink, hair pulling, ripping clothes, slut-calling once or twice. minors dni!

— 3k words

"'S this what you need, Sweetheart? Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

"See somethin' you like, Sweetheart?"

"U-Um," you flush a deeper red than the stranger's hair and pray he can't see it under neon red lights. Either way, you've been caught red-handed, and recoil. "Sorry."

The stranger's crimson eyes soften before relaxing into a kind smile, and he lifts a dismissive hand. "I was just messing with you! That's on me."

He lifts a hand to scratch the back of his head and the smile grows wider, displaying the rows of predatory sharp teeth that shouldn't look as gentle as they do. You relax in the seat to his right, immediately turning to the bartender to order a funny named a drink. The redhead raises an eyebrow, leaning his arm on the counter.

"A Stranger Danger?" He nearly deadpans.

"Club Special," you shrug. You've never been particularly great at holding your alcohol, but this drink provides just enough punch for a buzz, aka what you need to get through the night. The bartender slides over a tall, rose-dyed wine glass without another word.

"Eijirou Kirishima," the stranger says with his sharp teeth, offering a large hand to shake. He looks comical next to you, all hunched over the neon bar while you sit up straight for your head to reach his shoulder, and as you take the handshake, can't help but notice how his palm eats yours like it's nothing.

"Y/N," you smile. His hand lingers before it pulls away, and he tells the bartender he'll have what you're having.

"So," Eijirou starts once his order has been placed. "You come here often?" You snort at the cheesy line, and the way Eijirou smirks implies he knows just how cliché it is.

"Sometimes," you shrug vaguely. The club's fairly new, so it's not as if you can say you've been going here for years. You lift the drink to your lips, the sugar-crusted rim tickling the corners of your mouth. "You?"

He shrugs, "When I want to get out."

You nod at that and offer him your glass with a raised eyebrow. Eijirou shakes his head, lifting a glass of his own. Your nose scrunches.

"Beer?"

He takes a sip before answering, lips white from the foam before his tongue licks them over, "Stella Artois. Want some?"

Your eyes shift between your dainty glass and his not-so-dainty one before you snort, "I'll pass."

Eijirou shrugs, reclining back in his seat and beer in hand, "Suit yourself."

You pat your back pocket for your phone, but when you realize there's a loss of weight on one side, you pat your right buttcheek to realize you left your wallet in the car. Fuck.

"Uh, hey," you say, knocking the redhead on the shoulder. You figure he's trustworthy enough, and the bartender always keeps an eye out for you anyway. "I'll be right back—left my wallet in the car."

Eijirou nods at that as you push away from the counter practically shaking your head at how distracted you can be sometimes. Seriously, your wallet?

At least the bartender didn't ask for your ID. Yikes.

You slam the car door shut with a huff, wallet finally in hand as you trudge back to the bar. When you return, Eijirou's got the beer lifted to his lips and greets you with a small wave as you sit down.

"Long time no see."

You giggle while grabbing your glass by the neck. As the club starts to fill out, you begin to shrink into your shell—throwing the entire drink down the hatch fixes you right up, though.

"Oh wow okay, looks like we're just going for the whole thing, then," Eijirou chuckles as he takes a much more civilized sip of his. You smack your lips with a satisfied aah.

"Gotta get the buzz going somehow," you wink, before getting comfortable in your seat. Alcohol warms your veins already, prompting your body to start pulse in time with the bass of the music. Eijirou smiles, watching you.

"You like this song?" he asks softly, before adjusting so you're both sat the same way—elbows and backs against the counter, facing the club and all its chaos. You shrug.

"I guess. I've never heard it 'till now."

He tosses his head back onto his muscled shoulders in a chuckle, and you watch the entire act in slow motion. The glint of his teeth in the neon lights, how his chest balloons and quivers under the weight of a bellow. You find yourself staring much harder than you intend to, but he doesn't seem to notice, eyes locked on the dance floor.

"Touché, touché," he says upon recovery. The alcohol in your veins turns to syrup and time starts to blur more than you're used to it being, body so light and weightless you have to pat the chair to make sure you aren't floating. That usually doesn't happen.

"You okay?" Eijirou frowns when you falter. You pull a smile and nod.

"Mhm," you say, though silently panicking when you feel like you're falling out of your seat. You grip the countertop just in case. "Mhm, yeah."

He raises an eyebrow, "You sure?"

"Yeah," you nod, before clearing your throat. Your body flashes hot then cold, and you wonder if you shouldn't have taken that drink down like you did. "I'm um—I'm going to go to the bathroom, one sec."

You're unsure if Eijirou says something as you leave because you pour all your energy into stumbling across the obnoxiously loud club, filled with too much bass and pandemonium for your liking. You're suddenly overwhelmed by everything and your esophagus goes numb at the thought of vomiting, but you make it to the singles bathroom just in time to shut the door and control your goddamn stomach.

With a sigh, you rest your head against the cool sink. The incessant buzz of the overhead lights is much, much better.

You take a deep breath and flick on the sink. Ensuring it's as freezing as it can possibly go, you launch some into your face. You don't even consider ruining the amount of work that went into your outfit today, because ultimately you aren't sober enough to give a shit, blinking back at your reflection to find it fairly blurry. You nearly stumble and fall, but your vice grip on the counter keeps you alive.

"You okay?"

The second you step back into the noisy club, Eijirou's there—with his sweet sharp-toothed smile, he's posted next to the bathroom door and you find yourself grappling his jacket for stability.

"Whoa—Careful now," He chuckles at your sloppiness with a lifted eyebrow. You blink once, twice—the spots floating in your line of vision don't disappear. His hands snake around your waist to keep you from falling and eating shit, and you dig your forehead into his muscled chest.

"Gotta—I gotta go home."

"Okay," Eijirou soothes softly upon realizing how utterly shit-faced you are. "How'd you get here?"

"Walked," you groan and nearly cry, looking up at him with a pout. Eijirou coos.

"Well, no offense but I don't think you're good to walk on your own, Sweetheart."

His voice is heady with something you can't quite recognize, but it's comfortable, and you melt into his chest with a weak nod.

"Mhm."

"Can I help you home?" He offers with a kind smile. You nod, fists gripping his shirt in tufts.

"Yes please."

"Oop—careful."

"I am al—hic—always so fu—fucking careful," you slur. Your body has gone so numb that Eijirou gave up and resorted to carrying you bridal style the rest of the way instead. But he has to set you down so you can stuff your keys in the door, but you can't even do that right.

"Need me to do it?"

"No!" You puff your cheeks, trying twice more before you successfully get it in the keyhole. "'Mma strong independent woman who don' nee' no mahn."

Eijirou chuckles, and using his big shoulder, opens the door to chauffeur you inside. Neither of you get very far, maybe halfway to your room, before your legs give out and the only thing that saves you is the hand on your waist.

"Down this hall?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nod so profusely it gives you a temporary headache.

You blink and you're in your bedroom, your front hitting the sheets with a soft thump. Huh. Maybe he carried you the rest of the way. With a face full of pillows, you groan at the new and improved position as you feel the bed dip behind you, and Eijirou grab both of your wrists.

"You're so cute, you know that?"

Something soft and silk ties your fists behind your back. You recognize the material as the belt from your robe, tossed carelessly on your bed during the chaos that ensues every time you get ready for the club. It's not until you try to pull your hands apart that you realize they're tied tight.

"Pulling is only going to make it tighter," Eijirou says with an absentminded sigh, like he's done this before, and trepidation spikes in your chest once he raises your hipbone and slides a pillow underneath to angle them, the only way you could break free—especially with the new grip on your hips.

"Ei—" you try to squirm, legs kicking blindly into the space behind you, but once he seizes your thighs he's sitting on your calves to keep you in place. There's the undeniable sound of cloth ripping and your behind is suddenly met with cool air, prompting a shiver or two.

"Eijirou, what are yo—"

You're interrupted by a stinging slap to your ass and a growl. "Don't tell me I gotta gag your pretty mouth too, Sweetheart."

His voice is low and sharp with a threat, his grip tightening around your thighs.

"You're soaked already? Fuck...and I bet you taste so sweet too..." he bites back a groan in thought, sliding a finger down your slit.

He clicks his tongue but it's damn near mocking. You gasp as he fills you with two large fingers instead of one, body tensing as the alcohol-induced numbness fades in favor of amplified arousal. Eijirou chuckles at your reaction.

"Taking it so well already," he purrs, hand caressing the crest of your ass. In your defense, there isn't much you can do but take it. Ah-ah, Sweetheart—Speak up for me."

"O-Ow," you hiss when your head is wrenched. upwards via your hair to expose your broken moan. Eijirou's grip only tightens after you complain, and you can feel his hot breath ghost the base of your neck. His thumb finds your clit and doesn't move, it just sits there as heavy weight—and it's just as frustrating as it is teasing.

"Ei," you rasp into the pillow, voice hoarse and thick. "I nee—fuck, more—"

"More?" He chuckles derisively, shaking his head with a tut. "Two fingers and you want more? Fuckin' slut."

Each word is loaded with something pitifully mocking and if you were in any other position you would've curled a lip and spat back. But that's a little hard with your face in the pillow and Eijirou's weight above you, isn't it? You shake your head against his fist until he lets go in favor of crackling a solid hand against your ass.

"Oh, you like that, don't you Sweetheart?" He grunts and his fingers increase in speed, the lewd squelch bounces off the walls of the bedroom and echoes in your head in the most insulting way. "My fingers fill you up that good?"

"Y-Yeah, I—" you choke around drool that gathers in the corners of your mouth and shake under his palm. "Fuck me Ei, I nee—"

The quick spank cracked against your ass shakes you from your thought process. "Dirty fucking girl—you really so desperate to let a guy you just met fuck you like this? So goddamn easy."

But he's removing his fingers regardless, stuffing them between your swollen lips as he assumes the space behind you. You hear the quiet fumble of his belt and the run of his zipper, before you feel his hot cock pressing against your soaked entrance.

Eijirou pushes in with a groan, his free hand finding your hips to keep them in place. Your legs thrash as he fills you up with a pleasurable burn, and by the time he bottoms out, you're positive he's filling you up all the way to your lungs.

"Fucking hell," he heaves above you, and the fingers in your mouth disappear to grasp the sheets. You shake along with him, back straightening in a poor attempt to alleviate the burn—and he barely gives you a second to breathe before he's pulling out and slamming back in.

"Fuck!"

You jump each time the head of his cock rams against your cervix, feet scrambling in a poor attempt to escape. Eijirou growls and puts all of his weight in his hips to ensure you'll stay still, a big hand smushing your face into the sheets.

"Sing for me, Sweetheart—I wanna hear ya."

Your voice cracks as Eijirou speeds up, simply using you for his own pleasure—but maybe that's what excites you the most.

"Ei—"

"'S this what you need, Sweetheart?" He spits, and you can feel the sweat dripping from his shoulders onto your exposed back. "Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

You whimper uselessly and nod, but Eijirou growls, yanking your head up for a proper answer.

"I said, don't you?"

"Fuck I—" he hikes your hips even higher for a better angle and gets one, the head of his cock forcing a scream out of your lungs as you yelp, "I do!"

"'Course you do," he chuckles, and drops your head back onto the pillow, "'Course you fuckin' do—"

"Ei-Eiji—" you gasp like you've been underwater forever. "I can't, I nee—"

"Dumb little baby can't even speak," he coos, before his hand finds the sides of your neck and squeezes. "What? Whadd'ya need, Sweetheart?"

And honestly, you're not completely sure what you need, you just know you're chasing after *something—*and Eijirou's got you sprinting after it while you melt into the sheets into a hot, gooey mess. You think the split ends of EIjirou's hair ticking the back of your arms, but you aren't sure. The only thing you are sure of is the burn between your legs and the feeling of being very, very close.

"'Mma cum!" You squeal, the vein in the side of your neck bulging. Eijirou grunts and slides a calloused hand under your stomach to play with your clit, hissing as you squeeze around him.

"Awe, the little slut's gonna cream all over my cock?" He coos, and you're positive his hips speed up just a bit. The grip on your neck slides to the hands tied behind your back for leverage. "Yeah she fuckin' is—I can see your eyes rolling back already."

And he's right, because the weight of your orgasm knocks the wind out of your lungs and your lips round to form and 'o'. You couldn't say if you screamed or not, as the ringing in your ears peaks with your orgasm. The only reason you know Eijirou finishes is because his hips stutter to a stop while you lay face down in the pillow, heart thrumming against your ribcage.

"Hey, you okay?" Eijirou nearly scrambles to get your back on your chest. You know this type of thing gets him nervous, but he does it oh so well, and there isn't much you can do but smile at the ceiling lazily.

"You just railed me into the sheets and you're asking if I'm fine?" You snort at your boyfriend's frazzled appearance—and the afterglow doesn't help, his chili red hair sticking in every other direction except the one it's supposed to.

"Yeah," Eijirou doesn't even hesitate and then gives you a quick peck on the lips. His voice edges on a petulant whine as he says, "I was rough, Sweetheart."

"Because I asked you to be," you quirk an eyebrow and finally, the redhead stumbles to your joint bathroom butt naked. "And don't forget to wet the towel this time!

A little shuffling in the bathroom, and then:

"That was one time!"

"And my vag will never recover!" You holler back. Eijirou just snorts before the white noise of a running sink takes possession of the conversation, and you scoot to the section of your shared bed that isn't soiled with a sigh.

You roll onto your side and come face to face with a framed selfie of you and Eijirou on your first date. Next to that one is first anniversary, second anniversary, third...

Now you're edging on the fifth, comfortable enough where he's walking around with his soft dick out and you've given up in swatting at his hands every time they grab for your tits. You two are comfortable—this is comfortable.

Eyeing the bathroom door, you still hear running water. Sneakily, you reach for the drawer where Eijirou keeps the the ring he doesn't know you know he hides. But frankly, you're the only one who cleans this goddamn house, so it wasn't like you weren't going to find it. You open the red velvet box to blink down at a diamond ring, thumb caressing gem. It glimmers even when the lights are low, and you can't help but be jealous of it—which is silly. You know it'll be yours anyway. The ring is always smoother than you expect it to be, but that thought doesn't last long, because you quickly toss it back into Eijirou's drawer and assume a less suspicious position upon hearing the sink turn off.

"What?" he asks with a small grin as he walks in with a wet towel in hand. "You're giving me that weird look again."

You snort, rolling your eyes before adjusting so you face the ceiling again. Spreading your legs, you demand, "'S nothing. Now clean me up, big boy."

Eijirou huffs at that but he assumes the space between your legs with a light blush. You smile.

He'll do it. When he grows the balls.

#—𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 #CLUB 777 #mha smut #kirishima smut #bnha smut

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alolowrites · 4 years

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Everyone’s Got a Sweet Tooth!

Summary: Bakugou hates sweets. You don’t think this is true and begin a mission to discover his favorite candy. After all, you are the brilliant Candy Master who won’t stop until Bakugou’s sweet tooth is satisfied.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m so glad I was finally able to write a full fic for Bakugou; it’s been so long. Originally, this was supposed to be for the bingo event, but had trouble fleshing out the story’s direction. I really wanted to write this story since the plot was hilarious to me, idk why.

Please enjoy!

10.30.21 UPDATE: HI!!!!! I went back and edited the heck out of this baby since it’s my favorite Bakugou story I’ve written. I hope it is now decent lmao. Happy Halloween!!

Word Count: 2.4K+

“Katsuki, what is the meaning of all this?!”

“The hell are you talkin’ bout?”

“This!”

You marched with purpose and plopped down on the couch where he sat. Bakugou remained unfazed, clicking on the remote control. He mindlessly surfed through the channels with an attention span of an HR recruiter combing through a mountain pile of resumes. Stupid sitcoms, fake ass “reality” tv shows, QVC advertising their products like it's Black Friday all day, every day. Bakugou frowned—why does he pay so much for these useless channels?

His eyes teared away from the screen as the phone waved frantically on his left.

You huffed. “According to Maximus Heroes, you—and I quote—‘bleeping hate sweets!’”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “Damn idiots censored my words.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what is?”

“That you hate sweets!”

You viciously smacked a pillow at him, ignoring his yells. Bakugou snatched the weapon with a growl. For a soft pillow, it felt like a firm foam roller. You stood up and paced around, arms flailing in the air.

“How can my boyfriend say such a thing?!” You pointed at your signature black top hat. “Do you know who I am? I’m the lovable Candy Master, CEO of the Candy Basket Factory!”

Bakugou shrugged. “So?”

“So, you can’t say you hate sweets!” You gripped your chest, sniffling a bit. “I feel as though I’ve been betrayed.”

“Would you sit your ass down?”

Bakugou tossed the pillow at you and crossed his arm; he was too tired to deal with this nonsense. Somehow the QVC channel looked more appealing now. You begrudgingly plopped on the couch, a small pout growing on your face. Bakugou snuck a glance and sighed, tossing the remote aside.

“Are you seriously so upset about this?” Instant regret flooded through his mind as he remembered that ridiculous day. “It was a freakin’ answer to a stupid question in a stupid celebrity article.”

“…maybe…”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. You took off your signature hat and examined it; the hat was firm yet soft and had three peppermint candies artistically attached like a beautiful brooch. You moped silently for an eternity until an exciting idea rushed into your mind. Bakugou jumped as you squealed, his mouth ready for snarl, but you beat him to the punch.

“I got it!” Two hands eagerly cupped his sharp cheeks, your whimsical eyes meeting his feral ones. They did nothing to damper your beaming smile. “You don’t hate sweets; you just haven’t found your favorite candy!”

Bakugou grabbed your wrist yet didn’t pull them away. Another giggle rang throughout the living room as you shot up from the sofa. A specific look crossed your face—one that both irked and frightened Bakugou to no end; he was through dealing with your shenanigans.

“Whatever you’re thinkin’ about, the answer is no!”

“Too late! The mind is churning,” you piped, taking a cheerful step toward the doorway. Spinning on your heel, you gave a hat tip to Bakugou and declared, “I won’t rest until that sweet tooth of yours is satisfied!”

Yup, it was too late. Bakugou had no choice but to go along with this dumb idea. Closing his eyes, he slammed a pillow over his face and screamed.

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Ground Zero’s hero agency was buzzing with life. Phones rang off the hook, yet all were answered to avoid the voicemail machine. Interns carried endless stacks of papers, their dying arms begging for relief and fingers stinging from brutal paper cuts. The afternoon shift sidekicks clocked in their arrival while the morning ones yawned out the door.

Everything ran like a well-oiled machine, just how Bakugou liked it. He took great pride in this, hiring only the best and brightest. However, none of them held a candle against him—the number two pro hero. Unfortunately, being a prominent hero brought lots of reports he needed to sign.

And he was not excited about this.

“Um, sir?”

“Damnit, Small Head,” Bakugou growled, halting his pen’s movement. Fiery eyes glared at the man peeking around the ajar door. “If you bring me another paper to sign, I will stab this pen in your damn eye!”

“I-I assure you that I bring no reports, sir!” Kioshi, Bakugou’s personal assistant, waddled inside the office, fixing the tie that was strangling his neck. He slid a peculiar package toward his boss and bowed his head. “You have a special delivery from the Candy Master.”

Bakugou scrunched his eyebrows. On his desk was a white box with an orange ribbon wrapped neatly in the upper left corner. A tiny card sat underneath it, and with closer inspection, had his first name written across in gold letters. Bakugou shooed Kioshi away, waiting to hear the door close to ensure absolute privacy.

At first, Bakugou had a mini stare-down with the gift. When it didn’t burst into flames, he sucked his breath and snatched the card. Bakugou turned it around to read the following message:

Everyone knows you got a sour attitude, but only I get to see that sweet side of yours. Figured these treats might do the trick. I made them just for you!

Enjoy,

C.M

P.S. These are an ~exclusive~ batch from my top-secret collection! So hush-hush!

Bakugou snorted at your writing, tossing the card aside and opening the box. His eyes narrowed at the vibrant gumdrops nestled above the black tissue paper. White sugar lightly coated the green and orange candies, each twinkling under the natural light that shined through his large window. A smirk curled on his lips; the whole package reflected his hero costume.

“Let’s see how good these are.”

Bakugou ate the green gumdrop. It was chewy and sour, the lime flavor making him twitch a bit. The sweetness kicked in ten seconds later. Bakugou tried the orange gumdrop next, and the acid was strong too but enjoyable. He soon devoured the entire box in one sitting.

Once that was done, he marched out of the office to start his daily patrol. It didn’t take long for a stupid thug to cross his path. Bakugou slammed him against the concrete wall, hauling him up with just one hand. The man trembled in fear but stopped squirming and cocked his head to the side, dumbfounded.

Bakugou growled. “What the hell are you looking at?”

“Your tongue...it got weird colors, man.”

“Eh? The fuck are you talking ‘bout?”

Bakugou peeked at his reflection on the store’s window. He recoiled when he saw the horrible swirls of green and orange covering his tongue. A vicious scowl crossed Bakugou’s face, his iron grip tightening around the thug’s collar. The guy’s high-pitched yelps fell on deaf ears.

“Fuckin’ gumdrops!”

They were crossed off the list.

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“I don’t want it.”

“But, sir, the gift—”

“I know who it’s from, and I’m telling you no.”

“Sir,” Kioshi gripped the massive, cherry red treat in his hand. A black ribbon with long strings almost reached the floor. The assistant sighed. “It’s just a lollipop.”

“Do I look like a fuckin’ baby to ya?” Bakugou crossed his arms, refusing to budge on his childish decision. The irony made Kioshi roll his eyes mentally. “Give it away or something. Now get out.”

“Yes, sir…”

Lollipops were crossed off the list.

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Another day, another gift Bakugou received from you.

They came sporadically and kept the hero on his toes. He never understood why you sent the gifts directly to his office; you both lived in the same apartment for crying out loud! Worst of all, he could never get a single hint on what candy he would receive next. Every time he asked—or more accurately, demanded—you shot him a coy smile and purred, “Ah, ah, ah! It’s a surprise!”

Bakugou wanted to rip his eyeballs out.

However, he reluctantly played along with your stupid game. Whenever Kioshi entered his office, Bakugou masked his slight interest with the usual scowl. If the assistant didn’t bring candy, then Bakugou blamed him for interrupting his private time. The anger was worse if Kioshi brought more reports for him to sign.

Kioshi was thankful for the days when a new candy gift arrived.

Unfortunately, the last three gifts were complete failures. The first was the strawberry licorice, which dangled in Bakugou’s hand. He took a few bites and complained that he was eating a rubber wheel. Next was a bag of colorful gummy worms. Bakugou shoved a couple in his mouth and swore he felt one of them move on its own. Finally, there was the lemon green jawbreaker; it was the size of a baseball. One look and Bakugou shouted over the phone: “You tryna give me dentures?!”

All three candies were crossed off the list. Still, you didn’t give up and sent another gift to Bakugou. He read the simple message on the card:

Chew and blow to your heart’s content, babe!

Love,

C.M

P.S. I promise this won’t change the color on your tongue, haha!

Bakugou opened the sleek, rectangular box and found a bubble gum packet inside; there were three thin pieces. He slipped one in his mouth, surprisingly pleased with the bold raspberry flavor hitting his taste buds. Bakugou skimmed the card again and did as instructed—he chewed.

Typically, an ordinary bubble gum would lose its flavor after five minutes. But the flavor in your gum only got juicier; it encouraged Bakugou to continue chewing. He then blew a tiny bubble before popping it in his mouth. Not bad, he thought as another bubble expanded in front of him. His chews became more aggressive, and the bubbles more prominent than the previous ones. Stupidly, he puffed out a massive bubble, and it grew…

…and grew…and grew until there was a loud pop.

Bakugou’s roars shook the entire building, spilling cold tea all over Kioshi’s shirt.

Bubble gum was crossed off the list.

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Everything was going well down at the Candy Basket Factory. People lined up outside for the magical tours that ran every hour. Kids bounced off the walls as if they were on a sugar rush while their parents felt a migraine pounding on their heads. Inside the factory, the ceilings were high, and the walls were vibrant like the sun. Laughter rang from every corner as employees chit-chatted about their daily lives; they were relaxed yet efficiently worked to the same drumbeat.

A soft smile crept on your face. You were glad everyone was happy; it was the driving force behind your factory’s joyful spirit. Eventually, that spirit would leave these doors and touch billions of people’s hearts with your precious candies.

Just as you closed your eyes, someone barged into your office and barked your name. You chuckled, spinning the leather chair around to meet a furious Bakugou. His nostrils flared like a bull, and his menacing eyes looked ready to kill. However, the gum’s blobs stuck on his porcupine blonde hair squashed the pro hero’s intimidating aura.

“You—”

“—I’m so sorry, boss!” Nozomi panted into the room, hands on her knees as she caught her breath. “I tried stopping him, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“It’s quite alright, Zomi!” You chirped without breaking Bakugou’s intense eye contact. “I can handle him. Please let everyone know I’ll be busy with an important meeting.”

Nozomi bowed and closed the door behind her. Bakugou wasted no time complaining, his hands slamming on your desk.

“Quit sending me your cavity-infested garbage! I’ve had it with this fuckin’ game.”

“Oh, come on, babe!” You rolled forward and rested your chin on your gloved hand palm. “Can’t I just send my dashing boyfriend some sweet gifts? Get it!” You jokingly slapped his forearm. “Because candies are sweet? Man, I crack myself up at times…”

“You’re insufferable.”

You winked at him. “But that’s what you love about me!”

Bakugou gritted his teeth and looked away. A light blush tainted his cheeks; he hated how right you were. You walked around the desk and stood beside him, wiping off the fairy sugar dust on his shirt. He probably barged through the sample stand near the entrance, scaring off the poor intern.

“Alright, alright.” You gave a gentle pat. “Sorry for going a little overboard with the gifts. I was just excited about finding your favorite candy! I don’t want you hating them.”

Bakugou’s anger subsided. “Why is this so damn important to you?”

“Because I love spreading endless joy through sweets.”

The answer was simple and innocent. Bakugou blinked and was taken aback by the gentleness in your eyes.

“Candy makes everyone happy,” you chirped. “Knowing someone’s favorite candy helps me bring their smile back whenever they’re upset or lost. Can’t have the world be all mopey now, can we?”

Your fingers hovered above Bakugou’s head. The gum moved under your command and floated in the air. You flicked it into the trash bin with ease, and Bakugou murmured a quick ‘thanks’ under his breath. After ruffling his hair, you suddenly remembered something sitting on your shelf. Bakugou stared at the small pyramid of chocolate truffles coming toward him.

“I made these babies a few minutes ago,” you said, eying the plate with a proud grin. “Normally, I do a taste test and then send the gift if it satisfies my expectations. But, I got a feeling you’ll love them.”

Bakugou’s face was unreadable. You gave him a gentle nudge and encouraged him to take one. He sighed before picking a chocolate truffle; it was warm and soft, the cocoa powder dusting his fingertips. After suspiciously staring at the truffle, he ate the entire thing in one go. His eyes widened as all the flavors exploded at once. The crushed red pepper flakes, the hints of rich cinnamon and orange zest, and the bittersweet dark chocolate made from the finest quality found on Earth all danced perfectly together with every bite.

“So…” You placed the plate on the desk, watching Bakugou swallow the truffle down. “What do you think? Give me your honest opinion! Don’t sugarcoat it, haha! I’m on fire today!”

Bakugou turned away. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait!” You hugged his bicep with a pout. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop. Just tell me if you liked the chocolate truffles.”

“They’re good.”

Your smile grew. “Good enough to be your favorite?”

“Sure,” he smirked, shoving another truffle into his mouth. You cheered on the spot after weeks of constant failures. Of course, some of the complaints were nonsense which didn’t surprise you. Bakugou was a picky bastard; the lollipop fiasco served as a great example. You were glad he thoroughly enjoyed the chocolate truffles.

Before you walked away, Bakugou pulled you close to him and crushed his lips on yours. He caught you off guard, but the surprise was certainly welcomed. You soon melted into the kiss after tasting the rich dark chocolate and spices on his lips. Bakugou’s arms snaked around your waist as your hands gripped his broad shoulders.

“You know,” Bakugou’s hot breath tickled your right ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I think I got a new favorite candy.”

“Is that so?” You hummed, a coy smile plastered on your face.

“Let’s hope it satisfies your sweet tooth then, Ground Zero.”

“Oh, it will.”

After all, you were the one and only Candy Master.

As always, thanks for reading!

10.18.20 UPDATE: Story’s sequel, Gold Coins and a Gold Heart now uploaded.

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xoexoxhoe · 5 years

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Take Me As I Am

Joohoney with black hair = Superior ✨

Jooheon (Monsta X) & Y/N

💥Warning: Smut and lots of honey💥

“It doesn’t matter what I think, it’s what you think.”

You stared Jooheon down, your eyes narrowing as he continued, “Listen… Y/N, hear me out; You and I, we’ve been friends for how many years?”

“Ten years, Joo.” You broke your gaze off of him to continue to sip at your coffee, staring at the foam in your mug accumulating to one side, “But why does that matter?”

He sighed, leaning back in his seat, “We have to realize that what you and I did last night wasn’t an accident…”

You dismissed his words, “What do you mean, wasn’t an accident? That’s exactly what it was. You and I got drunk, ended up alone in my stupid apartment, and here we are- two best friends just having breakfast and being adults after accidentally sleeping with each other. There’s no need to call it anything more than just that-”

“What if we stay friends… but maybe do a little more adult things?”

Your eyes widened, “Excuse me?”

Jooheon stood up from his seat, “Be at my place around eleven tonight. I’ll show you what I mean.” He grabbed his leather jacket, exiting the cafe, leaving you dumbfounded and at a complete loss for words; but not a complete loss of interest.

You found yourself at Jooheon’s doorstep later that night biting your lip and debating on whether or not to send him the text that you were downstairs. Before you even did anything, the door opened, revealing a freshly showered Jooheon, shirtless and running a towel through his black hair.

“I saw your car in the driveway, come in.” He stepped away from the door and began to walk up the staircase leading to his room. You couldn’t stop thinking about how the last time you’d been in this house, you were celebrating your birthday with Jooheon and a few other friends. Key word: friends. This time, there was no one to shield you from his wandering eyes, or the way he licked his lips to reveal his dimples. You were left defenseless, but at the same time you weren’t scared. Jooheon got halfway up the stairs before turning back around, smiling and rolling his eyes, “Y/N, it’s not like you haven’t been upstairs before. Follow me, make yourself comfortable. Grab a drink or something if you want.” He disappeared into his room before you made your way to his fridge, popping open the first bottle of soju you saw and downing three large gulps. You gasped for air, pep talking yourself internally; You’re just best friends doing… other things?

You weren’t sure what to make of it, but your thoughts became clouded as you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you away from the fridge. You gasped before falling back into Jooheon, “I swear, you take forever.” He grabbed the bottle from you and finished it, tossing it into his sink before lifting you up and tossing you over his shoulder, “Let’s go, Y/N.”

You squealed, “Jooheon! Put me down!”

He laughed, “If I did that now, you’d run away.”

You punched his shoulder in defeat, “I swear, you’ve been such an asshole lately.”

He sat you down on his bed and began to pace back and forth, “Y/N… I don’t know how else to say this, but I’m gonna just go for it, alright?”

“You really wanna be friends with benefits, don’t you?” You had your eyes closed and your hands up to your temples, rubbing them rhythmically while sighing, “You told me, Joo. I get it. But I don’t know if I could do this; you’re like a-” He kissed you before you could finish, running his hands through your hair and bringing you to lay down on the bed as he towered over you.

“Give me one night to convince you otherwise.”

You stared into his eyes, looking for hesitation, but you found none. You leaned into his next kiss, feeling Jooheon unzip your pants, sliding them below your waist. The heat of his breath against your lips made you go crazy. He began gently nipping at your collar bone, snaking a hand into your underwear and feeling your back arch. He moved his fingers over your clit, rubbing your folds softly. Jooheon looked up to your face, “How does it feel to do this and not be drunk?”

Your mouth was gaped, a soft moan escaping it as you entangled your fingers in his hair, “Keep going,”

Jooheon smirked, “As you wish.”

He lifted himself off of you, flipping you over to unhook your bra and spread your legs. He pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his length and running it along your thigh, “Fuck, you’re so hot it hurts.”

You gulped, holy shit, this isn’t happening. You had your head on a pillow, side-eyeing Jooheon and feeling yourself become heated at the core. He ran his fingertips across your back, sending chills down your spine. His hands found their way to your breasts and you moaned into the pillow as he kissed your neck. You lifted your hips into him, and he responded by sliding himself into you, slowly and with ease. He tossed his head back, gripping your hair and moving himself in you.

“Fuck-” you whispered, feeling every bit of your body begin to shake with pleasure. He slammed into you from behind, closing in on your g-spot. You turned your head to see Jooheon with his gaze burning into you, biting his lip while focusing on trying to make you climax. He did it perfectly, allowing your come up to be electrifying and sensual. He reached a hand below your hips and began to finger you, and you broke almost immediately. Clenching yourself around Jooheon only made him growl and push even harder. You screamed his name, your arms giving out and causing you to fall back onto the bed. He pulled out of you, once again flipping you onto your back as if you were a rag doll without resistance. You felt yourself throbbing between your thighs, begging for more of him. When you felt his cock slide into you again, you gasped, gripping his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin.

Jooheon leaned in to you, smothering you with his kisses, feeling himself swell within you. He moaned into your mouth, and you pulled him into you, cradling his head in the nape of your neck as he came quickly. His hot breaths slowed, and he propped himself up on his arms to stare at you directly. His eyes darted back and forth, studying your face and reaction to what had just transpired. He gave you a chaste kiss before pulling out of you, using the towel he had earlier to clean you carefully.

“So…” He smiled, wiping his own body after, “Did I convince you?”

You pulled his bed covers over your body, too tired to respond or even care. Seeing how tired you were, he hopped in bed next to you after putting on his sweatpants, “I am gonna take that as a yes.”

You slapped his chest playfully, grinning slowly, “I guess it wouldn’t be a problem.”

Request made previously by: @pckmx (I know it’s a little late girl but here it is 😛hope you enjoy it!)

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waywardnerd67 · 6 years

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Writing Your Story: Chap. 6 - Masquerade Gala

Summary: Raelyn must make an appearance to a Masquerade Gala to promote the Supernatural books. Dean accompanies her to the Gala and she runs into a mysterious suitor who literally sweeps her off her feet. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel and Raelyn Nichols (OFC) Pairing: Dean X Raelyn (OFC) Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Word Count: 3750 A/N: I hope y’all are ready for some adorable boyfriend Dean in a tux. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

Raelyn stepped out of the dressing room as Sam was sitting in an oversize chair in the department store. “Wow…” Sam’s eyes traveled her body in the dark forest green gown. “Is that a good wow or a bad wow?” She asked as she twirled around and Sam let out a low whistle. “Good wow. Great wow. That’s the dress, Raelyn.” Seeing Sam’s beaming smile, she looked in the full length mirror and gave herself a once over clapping her hands in approval. The floor length gown had a halter top with a bit of a collar. The green color made her dark green eyes pop out and her porcelain skin shimmer. She liked that it was not too low cut in either the back or front but showed off just enough skin to be sexy. The simple A-line cut of the skirt showed off her hourglass figure perfectly. She went back into the dressing to change into her regular clothes and said, “Sam, thanks for coming with me to dress shop. I just don’t trust Dean to give me the truth on what looks good on me.” Sam chuckled. “No problem, Raelyn. I had fun hanging out with you today.” She smiled walking out of the dressing room and Sam snatched her dress out of her hand to pay for it. “Oh, come on, Sam. I can pay for it myself.” He shook his head, “Nope. I feel like an older brother sending his little sister to the prom. Remind me to give Dean a threatening talking too before you guys leave.” Raelyn started laughing as they walked up to the counter to pay.

Raelyn had her duffel strap over her shoulder and her arm up in the air carrying her dress as she walked into the garage. Sam walked over grabbing the dress from her and laid it in the back seat on top of Dean’s tux so it would not get wrinkled. She set her bag in the trunk next to Dean’s bag. “Got everything?” he asked as she went over her mental checklist and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good to go.” Dean shut the trunk and walked to the driver’s side getting in. Sam opened the passenger door for Raelyn and once she was seated he shut it leaning in through the window. “Be careful and drive safe.” He said as Dean nodded to him. Raelyn smiled at him, “Always.” Sam chuckled and tapped the top of the Impala as Dean started the engine. Raelyn waved as they drove out of the garage and Sam closed the large doors. Raelyn was looking through her bookbag nestle between her legs on the floorboard. She pulled out her Bluetooth speaker and set it on the seat between her and Dean. He glanced down at it and back up at her. “I don’t want to spend six hours with my headphones on being rude. Figured I would play my music for the both of us.” She gave him a cheesy smile as he chuckled. As she browsed her playlists Dean spoke up, “Play your favorite song for me.”

Raelyn sat for moment thinking and then started playing Fitz and The Tantrums ‘Hand Clap’. Raelyn started singing and clapping along to the song as Dean was laughing. Raelyn loved seeing Dean relaxed and happy. He had one hand on the steering wheel while the other was resting out the open window. His smile was breathtaking because it was genuine. Over the next several hours they listened to music, talked, stop and ate at one of Dean’s favorite burger places in on the border of Kansas and Colorado. They pulled into the hotel parking lot in the late evening and seeing Dean’s face as he walked into the hotel suite was hilarious. The gala organizers had given Raelyn a complimentary suite with a large living area, bedroom with a king size bed and a jacuzzi bathtub that was calling her name. Dean walked around the room in awe and immediately flopped down on the sofa. “Man, this place is amazing. Motel rooms will never be the same.” She chuckled as she set her bag on the bed and hung her dress up on the back of the bedroom door. As Dean ordered room service for dinner, Raelyn took a long bath and let the jets in the tub relax her aching muscles. When she walked out in her pajama shorts and oversized t-shirt hearing Dean on the phone.

“Sammy, you should see this room. There’s little mints on the pillows and the bed is memory foam.” Raelyn rolled her eyes and answered the door when there was a knock. A small cart was rolled in by a waiter and she signed for the food giving the waiter a tip in cash. She lifted the larger dome to see a bacon pizza that smelled delicious. She then lifted the second small dome to see a large chef salad with two sides of ranch dressing. “I know you don’t like eating greasy food all the time so I also got you a salad. Did I do alright?” Dean’s voice startled her but she looked up at him as he took a slice of pizza and bit into it. She nodded picking up the salad and dressing heading towards the sofa. They sat in silence eating until Raelyn’s phone rang. “Hey Eric.” She watched Dean look over to her and cocked one eyebrow up. “Just wanted to make sure you got into town. Isn’t the room amazing?” She chuckled, “Yes, the room is amazing. What time do I need to be up and presentable by?” She asked as Dean was now tilting his head to one side. “The hair and make-up team will be there around three o’clock tomorrow so be showered and ready by then. I also need to know your date’s name.” She looked over to Dean, “My date’s name is Dean Wesson. I should mention that he likes to lead a private life so no pictures please.” She listened to Eric groan, “Fine, but then you have to walk the red carpet by yourself then.” Now it was Raelyn’s turn to groan. “That’s fine Eric, now I would like to go and finish my dinner and go to sleep.” She ended the call with a small growl. “My agent is a pain in the ass but he is part of the reason I am successful.”

Dean let out a small laugh, “Dean Wesson, really?” She rolled her eyes as she took a few more bites of her salad. “What was the whole thing about pictures?” he asked as she got up putting her bowl back on the tray. “There is a red carpet entrance that is filled with press. Normally, the ones who are invited walk the red carpet, talk with reporters and pose for pictures with their dates. I always walk alone because I never like being linked to anyone. A man in your line of work doesn’t need any publicity.” She turned to see Dean was deep in thought, “What?” she asked. “I’ll walk down with you. I don’t care about my pictures being taken. Hate to lose an opportunity to show off how a grunt like me could possibly get a woman like you.” She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. He had rendered her speechless. “Anyway, we should probably go to bed so we can well be rested for tomorrow. I’ll take the sofa.” Dean started to pull out a pair of sweatpants to change into from his bag. Raelyn walked up to him and hugged him taking him completely off guard. “What is this for?” he chuckled. “For being understanding and going with the flow of everything. So, basically just being you.” She smiled up at him as he blushed. As he was in the bathroom she crawled into bed leaving the door open so they could see one another but as she laid her head down on the fluffiest pillow she had ever felt she drifted off to sleep.

Raelyn tried to move but felt her hands bound behind her. She looked around but everything was blurry and there was a long ringing in her head. “Come on, wake up so I can see the panic in your eyes.” Hearing the familiar gravelly voice her eyes snapped open. She tried to scream but was unable to. She saw a body lying in front of her. Judging by the length of his body and long sandy brown hair she was looking at Sam. Raelyn looked around the room and saw Castiel in a corner trying to get back up but the Hooded Man punched him repeatedly causing him to fall back into the corner. She screamed into the rag that was tie around her mouth. “Stay down angel boy. I would hate killing you earlier than I had planned.” He looked over to Raelyn and she heard him snickering. “Ah, she’s awake. Fantastic, now the real fun can start.” He cuffed Castiel to a drain pipe that was near him and Castiel struggled against the restraints. “They have angel warding on them so no popping off.” The Hooded Man stated as he tied Sam’s hands behind his back and his feet to together. “Now, wait right there so I can get this show on the road.” He walked out of the room and Raelyn vigorously tried to push the rag from her mouth and down on her chin with her tongue and lips. Once it was below her lip she looked to Castiel, “Where are we?” Castiel had blood covering majority of his face and his voice was cracking as he spoke, “An old house near Kansas City. Raelyn, I should have known. I should have warned you.” She heard the Hooded Man coming back. He was dragging an unconscious Dean into the room who was bound at his hands and feet. Raelyn looked up into the pitch black hood only seeing electric blue eyes. “This… this is for you Raelyn.” He seethed as he brought out a jagged knife. Dean was coming to as he laid facing Raelyn. Tears streaming down her cheeks as the Hooded Man stood behind him bring the knife down into Dean’s chest. “Raelyn, I…”

Raelyn shot up screaming and sobbing. “Raelyn! Shh, Raelyn it’s okay. I got you.” Dean was holding her as she cried into his chest. After a few minutes she finally calm down. Dean got up to get her a bottle of water and a washcloth. She took a few sips of water as Dean carefully wiped her forehead and cheeks with the cool washcloth. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch trying to slow her rapidly beating heart. “Another nightmare?” She nodded taking a deep breath. “Do you want to talk about it?” She looked up into his worried eyes and she flashed to seeing him being stabbed. She shook her head as tears began prickling at her eyes again. “Okay. You don’t have too. I will just be right on the couch if you need me.” He went to get up but she grabbed his arm. “Please stay.” Her voice was just above a whisper but filled with anxiety. Dean nodded as he climbed into the bed next to her. They faced once another and he gently ran his fingers through her hair. The repetitive motion helped Raelyn to relax enough to fall back asleep. The only thing she dreamed of was fields of endless shades of green.

The next morning, Raelyn woke up to Dean already being up, showered and dressed. He was acting like a kid on Christmas morning getting her up and dressed. She pulled a beanie down over her hair and was dragged by Dean out the door. The walked around downtown Denver getting brunch at a local hole-in-the-wall restaurant. They went on a tourist buggy ride that took them to a breathtaking overlook to see the mountains. Raelyn was staring off when she heard a familiar snap of an iPhone camera taking a picture. She slowly turned to Dean who had taken a picture of her and his red cheeks gave away his guilt. She laughed and stood in front of him with her own camera in selfie mode snapping a picture of the two of them. The tour guide offered to take a picture of them in front of the mountain and Dean pulled her into his side with his arm around her shoulders. Around two o’clock they came back to their hotel to relax before the glam squad came to make Raelyn into a real girl. They were sitting on the sofa at opposite ends watching a movie on tv. He would glance at her and when she would glance at him he’d turn his head quickly his cheeks turning pink.

Promptly at three o’clock Maxi and Drea came waltzing into the room like they owned the place. Maxi pushed Raelyn into the bedroom to start getting her ready while Drea fussed over Dean. His terrified face was the last image she saw as Maxi closed the doors. “So, when did you meet Mr. Dreamboat?” Raelyn loved Maxi but she was always nosey. “We meet a few months ago. He is just a friend and doing me a favor by escorting me to this event.” Maxi scoffed as she began to work on Raelyn’s hair. “You keep telling yourself that he’s just a friend, but from the few moments I saw you two in the same room he wants more.” Raelyn gave her a pointed look through the mirror and Maxi held her hands up, “Okay, okay I’m shutting up. I think I’m going to keep your hair simple tonight. A light curl at the ends and down with a longer swoop bang.” Raelyn smiled nodding as she sat back and enjoyed being pampered. Soon after Drea came in to do her make-up. “Your man in there is stubborn but I wore him down.” Raelyn smacked her forehead, “Oh jeez. First, he is not my man, he is just a friend. Secondly, what did you do to him Drea?” She chuckled as she started applying a light foundation on Raelyn’s face. “I did his hair and put some product in it. Really, I could have been worse but you would have thought I was killing him.” Raelyn was full on laughing now thinking of Dean putting up a fuss about having products in his hair. Drea always raved to Raelyn about her perfect skin and how she never had to use too much make-up on her to glam her up. “It’s women like you that put me out of business. Okay, now go slip into your dress.”

After a thousand compliments from the girls and a few touch ups. Raelyn stepped out of the bedroom ready to go. She looked around the living area to see where Dean was when he came walking in through the door. He stopped suddenly when his eyes landed on her and she stood motionless seeing him in a traditional tux. “Oh yeah they’re ‘just friends’.” Maxi and Drea said at the same time as Raelyn rolled her eyes at them. “Thank you for making me look like a girl. You can now leave to gossip all about me in your own room.” Raelyn said as Dean opened the door for them, “Goodnight ladies and uh, thanks for the hair gunk.” Drea winked at him as she passed him. Once they were alone in the hotel room an awkward tension started building between them. “I was going to pour myself a drink would you like one?” he asked as she nodded. She admired him as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. The tux fit him perfectly showing off his muscular body but especially his broad shoulders. When Raelyn looked up to his hair she realized why Drea was so proud of herself. Raelyn had confided in them one time that she was a sucker for guys with a fauxhawk and she had styled Dean’s hair just as so. Dean handed her a glass and held his up, “To a night of shining a spotlight on an amazing woman.” Raelyn clinked her glass against his.

A limo was sent to pick them up and Dean acted like the perfect gentleman helping her get in and out of the limo, holding her clutch and hooking her arm in his. When they approached the red carpet a tall African-American man came up to them. “Damn Raelyn, you are going to knock the socks off of these reporters. You must be Dean. I’m Eric Collins, Raelyn’s agent.” The two men shook hands and Eric guided them to the beginning of the red carpet. “Dean, you’ll stick back here with me for a few minutes while she answers some questions and then get ready to be blind for about an hour after all the flashes.” Dean chuckled nervously but then smiled down at Raelyn, “Knock ‘em dead.” She smirked up at him and made her way through the reporter line. Raelyn answer questions about her current novel and teasing about her new novel coming out later in the year.

As she approached the last reporter she saw Dean waiting for her talking with Eric. “So, Raelyn, what do you feel is behind the success of the Supernatural series?” Raelyn smiled at the reporter and glanced over to Dean thinking of all the amazing and tragic events in his life. “I believe the series is successful because the characters are relatable. Even if monsters are not real the emotions and decisions Sam and Dean go through are relatable to everyone. They inspire people all around the world to always keep fighting and that they are never alone in their personal battles.” Raelyn thanked the reporter as she stepped over to Dean and they followed Eric to the photographers. Dean slipped his arm behind her with his hand resting on her hip as camera flashes started going off like crazy. They smiled and posed for a few minutes as people yelled to get their attention. Dean leaned down and whispered in her ear, “My cheeks are hurting and I really think I’m going blind.” Raelyn started giggling as they walked off the red carpet and into the venue. There was a check-in table where Eric gave them all their names then they were directed to a table with a bunch of masks. She picked a simple black one for Dean to wear making him sexier and more mysterious than he already was. There was a forest green mask with a feather on the side that she put on and when she faced Dean she watched him suck in a quick breath. She blushed and hooked her arm with his.

They mingled with a few of her acquaintances from the publishing company who handled her books. They sat at a table with Eric and a few others from the company and chatted as they ate an incredible steak dinner. Dean seem to easily chat with anyone which she admired. Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her spine as if she was being watched. She slowly glanced around not seeing anyone and she shrugged off the feeling. Once the dinner portion was over the President of the National Writers Association made a short speech and then a live band started playing while people danced. A few songs in they played a slow song and Dean stood up hold out his hand, “Care to dance with me?” Raelyn bit her bottom lip and nodded. He led her onto the dancefloor and put his hand on the small of back while he held her other hand slowly swaying them from side to side. “Don’t laugh but I never really danced with anyone before so I’m sorry if I step on your toes or something.” Raelyn chuckled, “You’re doing great Dean. Honestly, you blend right in with everyone as if you were more a part of this world than I am.” He rested his cheek against her ear pulling her closer to him. Raelyn could feel his body tense up slightly as he was about to say something when a gentleman tapped his shoulder.

“May I cut in? I’m a big fan of Miss Nichols.” The gentleman asked as Dean glanced down at her to see if it was okay. She shrugged and then nodded, “Take care of her because I’ll be back for her.” Dean said as he let the man cut in and walked off towards the bar. Raelyn looked up at the man seeing his light blue eyes shine through his lacey black mask. He seemed familiar to her and she was becoming more uncomfortable by the second in his arms. She looked around for Dean and could not see him anywhere. “He is preoccupied and won’t come to your rescue.” As soon as she heard his voice she began to tremble. She felt a piercing pain in her lower back as he pressed a sharp object against her. “Who are you?” she asked as he smiled down at her. Raelyn was starting to have the feeling a déjà vu rising in her. “Not yet, Raelyn. You’ll find out soon enough. You will watch your perfect world crumble and then you will feel the same as I have.”

She knew what was going to happen next, but she could not look away from his eyes. They flashed an electric blue then glossed over to pitch black. “This is all because of you, Raelyn. You are to blame for my life, for my decisions and ultimately for our deaths.” He seethed as he held her arm tightly. She could feel it starting to bruise leaving his hand print on her porcelain skin. “Stop it, please. What did I ever do to you?” she begged and she could feel his body tensing up with anger. “Everything. You did everything to me and I hate you.” He started to drag her towards an exit and no one around her was paying attention to her distress. She went to yell for Dean but the man put his large hand over her mouth, “Shh. This will all be over soon.” He dragged her out the exit door as she struggled against him. The next thing she felt was an intense pain across her face and then everything went black.

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jesliey · 7 years

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The Many Ask Thingymabob

Second times the charm...

Tagged By: @caramiathegreat

Spoofy Soundcloud or Pandora? Im a spoofy kinda man

Messy or clean room? I think my room is comparatively clean

What colour are your eyes? Bluest blue to ever blue

Do you Like your name and why? Its alright. It always seemed a little lackluster to me

Relationship status? The running joke in my friend group is my 3 year dry spell. It isnt a very funny joke.

Describe your personality in 3 words or less? Distanced pragmatic dumbass

What colour is your hair? Golden and luscious

What kind of car do you drive? My moms PTA-mobile

Where do you shop? Bad Dragon

How would you describe your style? Dying, yet fashionable college student

Favourite social media account? We all know timboblr is utter trash, and i picked up natter a while ago and its honestly pretty fun

Bed size? Queenie my man

Any siblings? two older stepsisters and a wee lil half sister

Anywhere to live in the world and why? GERMANY OR POLAND. BECAUSE HERITAGE

Favourite snapchat filter? I really like the flower crown an butterfly ones but my phone is being dumb with snapchat and i cant get them

Favourite makeup brand? I mean i dont wear it, but im definitely not opposed! i dont know anything about brands and i am ashamed...

How many times a week do you shower? I go by how my hair feels. Usually its every other day, or every two days.

Favourite TV show? Currently? Gotta be that weeb and say Jojo...

Shoe Size? Depends on where i go, but like 12 - 13

How tall are you? Very

Sandals or sneakers? I like wearing socks and sandals feel weird on my feet

Do you go to the gym. I LIFT SO MANY THINGS WEEKLY SWOLE SESSIONS BRUH.

Describe your dream date? Existent... T-T

How much money do you have in your wallet? I dont carry cash!

What colour socks are you wearing? Black

How many pillows do you sleep with? Like 6. Ones a memory foam body pillow its soooo nice....

Do you have a job? Nah...its not for lack of trying though

How many friends do you have? Like...sooo many duuude...not really...

Whats the worst thing youve done? Cut someone who was bad for me out of my life. Bad for them, good for me.

Favourite candle scent? I mean i dont do candles but i love lavender

Favourite boy names?

Gabriel

Alistair

Jeremiah

Favourite girl names?

Elizabeth

Abigail

Lauren

Favourite actor? Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson

Favourite actress? Ashley Johnson

Celebrity crush? theres a lot...

Favourite movie? The Boondock Saints. Easy question.

Do you read a lot? Whats your favourite book? I dont read as much as i think i should, but i loved 1984. I wanna try David Foster Wallaces Infinite Jest and i have the first book in Baccano that i borrowed from a friend and havent touched yet :/

Money or brains? Ignorance is bliss and im filthy fuckin rich HOLLA

Do you have a nickname? Jesliey is an old one. People also call me J a lot. Very briefly in highschool someone called me J-Money whenever he saw me

How many times have you been to a hospital? Not very many. I went in a few years ago for a tonsil infection but that was it in recent history

Top 10 Favourite Songs? Ok this is in no particular order and also limiting to 10 is blashpemy

Subdivisions by NSP

Everybody Wants to Rule The World by NSP

Resist and Bite by Sabaton though if im honest most of Heroes belongs here this ones just my fav

Winged Hussars by Sabaton POLISH PRIIIIIIDE

Wrong Side of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch

All of Pendulums Immersion album im not picking one

Come with Me Now by KONGOS

History Maker by Dean Fujioka

Setting Sail, Coming Home by Darren Korb

Sonata For Whitestone Castle by Aiden Chan

Do you take any daily medications? No, but i probably should have...

Whatis your skin type? on a good day, slightly dry. on a bad day, cracked bleeding sandpaper.

Whats your biggest fear? My man i used to battle almost daily with some quite hefty anxiety. I could stare down the Grim Reaper and say “I served my time you come and take me”. Wasps and needles are pretty bad though i guess

How many kids do you want? Id be lying if i said i didnt want a daughter at some point...but theres no way im passing on my genetics. im adopting if i ever want a kid.

Whats your go-to hairstyle? Either free flowing and glorious, or ponytail if i need it out of my face

What ype of house do you live in? Moms house is pretty decently sized i suppose

Who is your role model? I dont really have one...

What was the last compliment you received? I dont know I dont really get those often...this is getting kinda depressing....

What was the last text you sent? “Well i hope shes alright”

How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa? Like 10 or 12

What is your dream car? Oh god i want a 1985 Pontiac Trans Am so bad you have no idea...

Opinion on smoking? I dont get the appeal but everyone can make their own choices

Do you go to college? Yes and im dying

What is your dream job? Metalworking and blacksmithing has lowkey been a huge fascination of mine for like 2 years now. i would love to be able to do that for a living

Rural area or life in suburbia? I like the idea of both, but rural areas have space for metal workshops

Do you take shampoo/conditioner bottles from hotel rooms? Nah i bring my own

Do you have freckles? A few spread sporadically all over my body. no noticeable patches though

Do you smile for pictures? Yeah but most of the time it feels so forced

How many pictures do you have on your phone? Somewhere between 1 and 2 hundred. Im not adding them up among all the folders...

Have you ever peed in the woods? Bruh the forest has seen every bodily fluid ive got

Do you still watch cartoons? ANIME IS NOT A CARTOON DAD. also yes quite often.

Wendys or McDonalds nuggets? GIMME DEM CHICKIN MCNUGGiES

Favourite dipping sauce? Sweet chili thai!

What do you wear to bed? Pajama pants, a shirt, and socks usually. Occasionally whatever i wore during the day. Ive been known to ditch my pants and socks in my sleep.

Ever won a spelling bee? Never been in one, but i think i could have if i wanted to

What are your hobbies? I wont as long as i live under my mothers roof, but i would hella get into amateur blacksmithing!

Can you draw? yes. should i draw? no.

Do you play an instrument? I can play trumpet, but i would really like to pick up playing cello

What was the last concert you saw? If i remember correctly it was the Scorpions

Tea or coffee? Both. Simultaneously. I like to remain calm while containing the energy of a god.

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? Fuck you america! Tim Hortons!

Do you want to get married? I wont oppose if a future partner wants to, but if i love someone enough to want to spend the rest of my life with them, then it wont be necessary

What is your crushs first and last initial? Which one tho?

Are you going to change your last name when you get married? Im indifferent

What colour looks best on you? Blue and red are my standard colours

Do you miss anyone right now. If i think about this at all the answer is usually yes

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? I have the lovely habit of losing my pants in my sleep. for the sake of everyone else in this house, closed is best

Do you believe in ghosts? Call me a skeptic

What is your biggest pet peeve? Im pretty laid back about a lot of things. Only thing i can think of now is more of an anxiety thing but i cant stand people randomly touching my hair without me knowing

Last person you called? My mother

Favourite ice cream flavour? Butterscotch ripple

Regular or golden oreos? Golden

Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? Rainbow

What shirt are you wearing? An old white one with some brand graphic on it

What is your phone background? Lockscreen is Goku from DBZ if he were done as a Jojo character, and home screen is a cr1t1kal quote

Are you outgoing or shy? Im not overly comfortable with just meeting new people and striking up conversations without some kind of help

Do you like it when people play with your hair? I mean i used to...theres a girl at my college who has absolutely no concept of personal boundaries who has at least partially ruined that for me now. Like i said earlier, i cant stand people touching my hair now without me acknowledging it

Do you like your neighbors? Ive lived her about 8 years and im still learning their names

Do you wash your face at night? In the morning? lmao

Have you ever been high? Hella my dude

Have you ever been drunk? Also hella my dude?

Last thing you ate? Coscto chicken penne and a salad.

Favourite lyrics right now? “Light up the night./ There is a city that this darkness can’t hide./ There are embers of a fire that’s gone out,/ but I can still feel the heat on my skin./ This mess we’re in, well you and I,/ maybe you and I,/ we can still make it right./ Maybe we can bring back the light!” Light Up the Night by The Protomen

Summer or Winter? Autumn fuck that noise

Day or night? Night

Dark milk or white chocolate? White!

Favourite month? October

What is your zodac sign? League of Legends Cancer

Who was the last person you cried in front of? I legitimately dont remember...probably @vocoterra

GOOD LORD THIS TOOK TOO LONG TO FINISH

If anyone wants to do this feel free and say i tagged you!

#long post #good lord i was as far as the crush initials one #and then chrome closed and i shed a single tear #now excuse me i need to shower

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