#dO CANDLES FUCKING PITY MOTHS

[i-didnt-do-1t]

cw: suicide mention.

“You don’ miss ma cuz you never had her. But just cuz ma hated you, don’t mean she hated me.”

Morris watches as Oscar slams the front door closed behind him in the hopes to keep out the chill of night air, and throws his jacket over the back of the rickety chair. He can feel his gaze slide from the soft glow emanating from the candle in front of Morris to the way he runs his fingers over his rosary wrapped around his knuckles.

“What the hell is this?”

Morris glances up at him lazily, rolls his eyes as he sets down the rosary, and leans back against the counter. “A candle Os, c’mon use that big brain a’ yours.”

He doesn’t look impressed.

“Why the hell is it on our table?”

“I got it from the church.”

“What?”

Fuck this. He knows Oscar knows what it is.

“You light it to keep someone’s memory when they die.”

He also knows what Oscar’s hesitation means.

“Who’re you rememberin’?”

“Who do you think?”

…

“Ma.”

…

The pause hangs in the air for a moment.

Then he sighs, something from the back of his throat, deep and frustrated. “Christ Mo, we talked about this.”

“You talked about it and I didn’ agree with you.” He pushes away from the counter. “She ain’t got no proper grave Os, you want me to jus’ forget she existed or what?”

“Not like she did anything worth rememberin’.”

“Oscar she was our mothe-“

“She was useless.”

“No she weren’t.”

“You seriously tryna argue with me about this? After I practically fuckin’ raised you-“

“Yeah? No one asked you to.” Morris spits. “Ma an’ da raised you and you turned out-“ he stops abruptly, looks Oscar over and can tell from the way he tenses that he hates being so perceived, then voice low, lips curling to something cruel as he stares at the table, “Don’t look like you did a much better job then they did.”

Oscar looks away as he scoffs. Morris just tastes blood, tongue sharp.

“You don’ miss ma cause you never had her. But just cuz ma hated you, don’t mean she hated me.”

The air is heavy. Suffocating even.

“Christ Mo she didn’ want us. Neither of us. She didn’t want anything.”

Morris doesn’t look at him, keeps his hand curled to a fist atop the table and Oscar can practically see the cogs turning in his brothers head.

Morris grinds his knuckles into the table till it hurts. Avoids Oscar’s gaze.

When he speaks it’s quiet, like he’s afraid to interrupt the silence, like he’s afraid it’ll be a catalyst to everything that comes after like it always does when they fight about things like this. But this isn’t a fight, not yet, not really.

“You think if she had a union like Kelly and the other assholes kept yellin’ about, she wouldn’t a’ been killed in the factory?”

Oscar stills. “What?”

He speaks slowly, deliberately. “If she’d got safety on the job it wouldn’t a’ killed her.”

He expects something, but it’s not the bitter laughs that rips from Oscar like a bark, all ugly disbelief. Something mocking and pitying and Morris hates the look on his face, like he knows something Morris doesn’t. Like he’s stupid.

“Jesus Morris, y’know I thought you woulda worked it out since you ain’t a kid no more but there weren’t no factory accident.”

He grinds his knuckles harder. Focusing on the feeling of bone against hardwood to distract from the pool of dread opening a pit in his stomach.

“What?”

“There weren’t no factory accident.” Oscar repeats, sharp. “Ma took herself to Brooklyn bridge and jumped off.”

At Morris’s silence he continues, voice rough and spitting, cold.

“She didn’t want me, or us. She hated her life and hated herself so there she goes an’ solves all her problems at once.”

He should’ve expected it when Morris shoved him, hands landing hard on his chest causing him to stumble back.

“Fuck off Oscar.” The words come out a growl.

“I’m the one who’s been there for you.” Oscar snaps. “I ain’t the one who fuckin’ left us behind.”

Morris pushes him again and for once Oscar doesn’t push him back as he collides with the wall behind him.

Morris rarely wins a fight unless Oscar lets him.

The candle is still burning on the table.

“I found food when da decided he couldn’t be bothered to buy it no more, an’ I taught you to read, and I took those hits from Snyder when you was actin’ up in the refuge-“

The first hit sends Oscar’s head to the side, the back of his skull cracking loudly against the wall. Morris only realises he’s done it once he feels it in his knuckles.

The second hit he feels blood, feels Oscar’s nose shift under his knuckles.

Bone against bone.

But Oscar, eyes a little dazed but still so sharp, lip split, keeps talking, leans forward and grabs the collar of Morris’s shirt in fist, the other grabbing a handfull of hair dragging him forward, making him stumble with the force of it.

They’re eye to eye now, Morris remembers when Oscar was taller.

(Morris rarely wins a fight unless Oscar lets him)

“We’se all we got Mo, you got that?” He hisses, “Only got each other and that’s it.”

He speaks through blood stained teeth and it looks like he’s just clamped his jaw around someone’s neck and ripped out their throat, mouth bared in a growl, eyes lit low and dangerous. That constant simmering anger buzzing under his skin like electricity. The way his hand fist Morris’s collar as he pulls him close, rough and erratic, almost kinetic, almost feel like kinship in the way Morris can feel it just under his skin aswell, can feel the adrenaline through the ends of his fingers curling his hands to fists.

“You don’t need to go making yourself miserable over some bitch who didn’t love you enough to even fuckin’ stay alive.”

Morris opens his mouth to retaliate.

Something choked comes out instead.

His throat aches

His eyes sting.

The anger is still white hot and burning but he can’t help but flinch as Oscar’s grip tightens as he pulls him roughly into his chest, arms circling his shoulders, grip strong and almost too violent to be affection but Morris presses his forehead against Oscar’s collarbone and sucks in a ragged breath anyway. Oscar’s hand curling around the nape of his neck.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere alright?”

Morris squeezes his eyes shut, hands still curled to fists hanging at his sides, refuses to acknowledge the damp patches on Oscar’s shirt collar as he feels his brother lean his head back, hears the dull thud as it hits the wall Morris had pinned up against moments beforehand. His knuckles hurt.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

On the table, the candle burns.

#the delancey brothers

[silmaspens]

A brief reunion in the Halls

#sighhhhh #thinking about these two #two Versions of the same moment #I love them #always down for andreth and aegnor angst #Aegnor has been waiting for decades to see Andreth again #she doesn’t linger long in the Halls of Mandos #she’s simply passing through #but they manage to find each other #and spend every moment together before they are parted again #she’s lived a long full life when he meets her again #I weep #i hope they met again ;_; if only for a moment #bbs #dO CANDLES FUCKING PITY MOTHS??????? #aegnor #andreth #aegnor and andreth #I was thinking about elves having glowy fea? idk #my art #my artwork #silmart

[boom-bakugou]

‘Wedding Crashers’ - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: Sorry for my inactivity but here’s a little sorry and thank you present for me hitting 1k! I love you all sm <3

Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, ooc deku; but it’s more of a headcanon, semi-public sex

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Izuku Midoriya inviting you to his wedding is a definite stab in yours and Katsuki Bakugou’s backs. But you’ll show him.

Word Count: 5k

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You had considered your morning to be relatively normal, breakfast not burnt, coffee just that right amount of bitter to stir you awake. But those happy moments of peaceful bliss were soon to be fleeting as your mail arrived. Sifting through the pile to what you assumed would be bank statements and bills; your fingers landed on a cream white envelope. Your name printed neatly in a cursive font that when you followed it with your eyes for too long it almost made you want to puke. Tearing it open haphazardly, you read the perfumed content inside.

‘Dear Y/N Y/LN,

We are very proud to invite you to the blah blah blah wedding of pro hero blah blah Izuku Midoriya and blah blah blah.

RSVP blah-‘

Wait what? The taste in your mouth was pitiful. Yes, you and Izuku had dated years prior and after being childhood friends, yet it didn’t end… swimmingly. But this didn’t feel like inviting a childhood friend to your happiest day, no, this felt like a backhanded swipe at your ex-girlfriend who was well known to the media to be single. Pro-Hero gossip magazines made sure of that.

Throwing the invitation onto your countertop, your eyebrows furrowed with spite. You felt weak almost, watching your ex-best friend grow up to be this bountiful hero with merch in every store that you went to. Though you had triumphed well in the hero charts yourself, nothing ever seemed to compare to him. The golden boy. You never really got over the fact that he ended things because being a single hero was more postable than one who was tied down. Until now. Mr. Big shot getting married. It really made you question your integrity,

Recuperating your thoughts, you realised your phone was buzzing on the couch next to you. Checking to see the influx of text messages, you saw Katsuki Bakugou’s name fill up your lockscreen with notifications.

Bakugou: tell me you got the stupid fuckin invite too

Bakugou: the nerve that nerd still fuckin has

Bakugou: inviting his childhood ‘friends’ after all this time

Bakugou: tch, one big publicity stunt if you ask me

You chuckle as you scroll through the messages, gladly knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

Y/N: so what’re we going to do about it?

Bakugou: what do you mean?

Y/N: well we can’t show him up at his own wedding but we can sure stir something of our own

Bakugou: well that idiot is marrying some nobody extra

Bakugou: probably to show how ‘great’ he is

Bakugou: so how about if two top pro heroes rsvp’d together?

Y/N: you mean us?

Bakugou: no, midnight and grape juice. of course us you idiot

The idea brewed in your head for a moment. Izuku had always been nice when he was younger, and Katsuki hadn’t exactly been the nicest towards him in return. You were always the mediator in those situations. However when Deku grew and grew in the hero charts he started to lose touch with reality. Not really remembering what being a hero was about besides having his face stuck on a lunch box and raking in the dough for it. It was sad. You didn’t know who he was anymore.

Y/N: fuck it, i’m in

-

“You know, don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tux before.” You chuckle, arm linked around Bakugou’s as you stepped out of the chauffeured car together. You were here to make a scene. Paparazzi glistened everywhere like a moth to a candle flame. You couldn’t wait for the tabloids in all honesty.

“Shut up.” Bakugou grumbled, almost in embarrassment. But his smile didn’t show a hint of it. “Not looking too bad yourself.”

You had coordinated well. Your maroon dress flowed in the gentle summer breeze and matched perfectly to Bakugou’s equally coloured tux. You two were such a pair it was nigh impossible to not think that you two were together today. And the paparazzi made sure of that indefinitely.

You couldn’t lie about how the service was beautiful, because it was. However you didn’t need to hear the shutter clicks of a camera go off every few words they spoke. It was distracting, and you and Bakugou shared a glance each time it occurred. Stifling a giggle, you hoped no camera would pick that up. Even if they did, they’d probably pin it to ‘look at these other heroes wishing that they were the next to get married!’ they’d eat that shit uplike ambrosia.

“Can’t wait to see the reception.” You mumbled towards Bakugou, your plastic smiles never fading for the cameras. Izuku making a show of himself and his new bride.

Watching him was almost bittersweet. The happy memories of you three as children flashing behind your eyes. Now replaced with a fame hungry number one hero. Where had all the time gone?

“What’s got you so perplexed?” Katsuki asked, filtering your way through the crowd, making your way to the cars that would deliver you all to the reception.

“Just-“ You sigh, allowing the cover of other heroes to hide you from the all seeing eyes of the paparazzi. “I miss him, y’know? Miss how we used to be.”

“Tch.” Bakugou didn’t care about the scowl present on his face, your words ate him up like some sort of bacteria. “Thought you said that he was the most selfish guy you’d ever dated?”

“He was but like-” You watched Izuku’s back as he held his new partner’s hand. Waving to the cameras and not watching her, as lovely as she looked in her wedding gown. “As weird as it sounds, I sometimes miss high school.”

Bakugou’s eyes scanned your face, following your eyesight to Midoriya. Fucking extra. The thoughts swam around his head, polluting his mind. He knew Izuku’s break up with you had been a massive toll on your mental health and your ego. He made you think that you weren’t good enough for him, and Bakugou never got over that fact. How could he pass up on you for anything else?

Breaking apart from the conglomerative of wedding-goers, Bakugou lead you to one of the specially hired cars to take the guests to the reception. Despite Bakugou’s abrasive and rough nature, you couldn’t help but notice how delicately he held your hand. Not tugging you along or haphazardly grabbing you by your wrist, making you follow him. No, his fingers interlaced with yours and you felt the coarseness of his palms due to the explosive nature of his quirk.

“Katsu?”

“Hm?”

“You can let go of my hand now, we’re in the car.”

“Yeah- whatever.”

Catching up in the car, you both realise how little time you have to actually spend with each other. Though you and Bakugou communicate 1000 times more than you do with Midoriya, heroing keeps you both busy. No times like these to goof off and be with each other. You missed it, you missed your hot-headed idiot friend.

“Hope there’s less fuckin’ paparazzi here. Think I’m gonna go blind with those extras pointing them in my face.” Bakugou rolled down the tinted window a smidge to watch as the car drove into an old looking manor hall where guests had already begun to arrive.

Flowers decorated the ground and just as you two got your hopes up, you saw a line of paparazzi at each side of the staircase leading to the double-doored entrance.

“Well, it was worth a try.” You remark to him, patting his back as you chuckled to him.

Bakugou was the first to exit, standing beside the door so he could reach for your hand to help you out while you fixed your dress. Just as the two of you began to reach for each other's arms to walk into the reception together; there was a brusque tug to your dress. Upon further inspection, a member of the shutterbugs had stood on a long section of your dress. Allowing himself to get pictures of it stretched out and flowy.

“Hey!” Bakugou didn’t waste time on pushing him off the tail end of the dress. “Try anything funny like that again with my girl and say goodbye to that shitty camera of yours!”

The man nodded, slowly letting his camera hang loose on his neck. The rest of the cameramen easily caught the scene but you both couldn’t care less. What’s a wedding without a little drama?

“Thanks Katsuki.” You note with a soft smile.

Bakugou’s hand tenderly makes its way around the small of your back until his arm is holding you close to him as you walk inside. His hand sitting in a caring way at your hip to assure that nothing could come between you both. You could not wait for the media to plaster this fake-ness on every outlet that they could! However, you liked the thought of relishing in the attention right now.

Once the dining festivities had come and gone. It was time for their first dance. Watching as he held her under the blue lighting had your heart hurting slightly. The thought that that could’ve been you. But Bakugou was right. He’s probably marrying some quirkless nobody not only to make himself look better, but being with another hero is messy. You both had media eyes on you; but… you couldn’t help but wonder how different your life would be like if Midoriya was how he used to be.

You didn’t even notice Bakugou’s eyes on you the whole time. Not wanting to waste a second of his eyesight on the show Izuku was putting on. You were a sight of your own. How could you not see that you deserved someone better? Someone like him. You always spoke about how everyone was under a facade when supporting Deku, but you never correlated that to yourself.

After a short while, others began to join in on the large dance floor. Perfectly spacious for all the famous faces and their egos. Bakugou’s hand traced down your arm until his hand clasped with yours, gently leading you to the floor yourselves.

“What’re you doing?”

“Come on, who’s to say we can’t have some fun too huh?”

Smiling at him, you followed his lead. His hand occupying your waist before pulling you in closer to his chest. Flowing with the music, you couldn’t help the cheesy smile on your face; nor the one that spread to Bakugou’s.

“Why’s no one ever tied down Mr. Ground Zero then?” Your question takes Bakugou by surprise, showing a small blip in your combined graceful swaying to the music.

“No ones good enough.” Such a Bakugou answer.

“You’re sounding like Izuku, but he probably got that from the old you.” You jested, earning an eye roll from Bakugou. “I’m being serious! Come on you can tell me.”

It takes him a moment to figure out an answer, so much so that he doesn’t focus on dancing anymore. He just stands there holding you before locking eyes again.

“Just haven’t found the right person to deal with my bullshit I guess.”

There’s a beat of silence and your eyes search his face for answers. You didn’t even realise how close you were to him. His breath fanning your face, the smell of oak and fire and burning sweetness engulfed your senses. You also didn’t realise how the two of you sank closer and closer into one another.

“Hey Kacchan, mind if I steal her from you?”

Izuku’s voice almost sends you two flying away from each other like same sides of a magnet.

“Ask her yourself she’s not mine.” You turn from Bakugou to give a friendly smile to Midoriya, allowing your hand to rest in his. “I’ll be at the bar. Free drinks and all.”

His answers are short, curt. Yet before you can ask him if he’s alright Deku spins you and begins to dance with you in his arms at the tempo of the new music track that’s playing.

“Long time no see Y/N!” His manner has always been so chipper, despite the facade of it all. Though Bakugou and you went there to purposefully to cause discourse; you don’t think you have it in you to be mean to Izuku’s face.

“Yeah, look at you! Married man now, must be scary.” You chuckle, almost nervously. It was like speaking to a stranger.

“Well I guess I’ll find out! But come on that’s been the subject of the whole day! I wanna know about you and Kacchan.” You felt like Bakugou right now, the old nickname boiling your blood as it did his. There was no doubt Izuku took influence from Bakugou and his fiery personality; but he took it in all the wrong ways. Using confidence to become cold, uncaring.

“Oh- haha, Katsuki and I aren’t-“

“Y/N. Don’t lie to me! I can see the way he’s burning holes in my tux from over here.”

Turning you to the music so you could face where Katsuki was standing, you peaked behind Midoriya’s arm to see Bakugou with an all too familiar scowl on his face. Chasing down a beverage in a crystalline glass in one easy gulp.

“If you ask me Midoriya he’s always looked at you that way.” You laugh your statement off but you meant it with malice.

“Midoriya? Feeling formal today are we Y/N?” He had completely lost touch of who he used to be. “I used to look at you like that when I saw you with other guys, I know what that look is.”

His comment stops you dead in your tracks, not allowing for him to swing you to and fro to the music.

“Actually Midoriya I don’t even remember you looking me with jealous intent other than when I was higher than you on the hero charts.” Shaking yourself free from his towering position on you, you stormed off to the patio doors, letting yourself be eaten by the oncoming darkness of night.

Crying at your ex’s wedding. Not something you’d think you’d ever do in your lifetime but here you were. Thankfully you couldn’t see any reporters or such outside so for now, it was just you and your tears. Maybe you were too harsh on him? You used to be friends right? What happened to that kid who wanted to be a hero who you looked up to? What happened to the boyfriend you had who kissed you goodnight and ignored you when your face was on the TV more than him or snapped at you when he was announced lower than you and broke up with you because ‘heroes dating are messy!’ No. Bakugou was right. He was a self-righteous bastard now.

“Y/N?”

You half expected Midoriya to come out after you but he was probably entertaining other guests. Luckily, as you turned you saw Bakugou standing outside with you, signature hands in his pockets with a dumb, sympathetic smirk on his face.

“Hey.”

“I promise I didn’t punch that asshole at his own wedding but I can tell you he got a fuckin’ earful from me. Hope the paps got a good pic.” His tone was joking but it hadn’t cracked a smile from you yet.

“S’alright. Wouldn’t give two shits if you did.” You sniffled, collecting mascara tears on your fingers and wiping them on the decorative concrete bannisters of the balcony. “Shouldn’t’ve fucking come. This was stupid I have too much baggage for this shit.”

You turned away from him, allowing yourself to lean out on the barrier, looking into the distance on the warm night. You could hear Bakugou give a small sigh before his arms snuck around your waist, pulling your back into his chest before placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

“That fuckin’ idiot didn’t know what he lost and it’s my fault for influencin’ him.” The pain in his voice was evident. Did Bakugou blame himself for the hurt Midoriya caused you?

“Katsu-“

“No. That extra is so blinded by the shit everyone has to say that he’s forgotten what real life is. Doesn’t care about his stupid fans or his friends or the best most understanding girl in the whole fucking world. A girl I know does the best for everyone no matter what her own situation is.” You turn around to face him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “Y/N. No matter how much I’ve always wanted to fuckin’ win I’ve just wanted the best for you. And when that bastard did what he did to you- I- fuck. You look at him, like you’re waiting for him to just notice you; but every time I see you it’s like I’m seeing you set the stars in the sky every fuckin night. You just- you’re fuckin’ everything to me Y/N.”

It was completely silent on the balcony besides the low thump of the music from indoors, but it was deafening. But it all faded when his lips attached to yours. It was so clear. All that pining over Midoriya when he was just copying the one who actually saw you for who you were. He even copied Bakugou’s crush on you, most likely to make him jealous. But your mind had no time to think of that when all you could feel was Bakugou.

It was like you had never been kissed before, never felt the love and sensuality behind it. Soft and moist but breathy and warm. For once Bakugou didn’t wish to win a battle, he wanted unity and to be together with you. His hands danced over the delicate curves of you in your dress; taking in every inch of your perfect body. The gasp that fell from your mouth was perfect entrance for Bakugou’s tongue to mingle with yours. The sparks hot and electric between you both was like liquid lightning.

Just as your hands found home in his hair, you heard the all too familiar sound of today of a photo being taken. Bakugou is the first to break the kiss to find the intruder of your special moment. Your lips already feel blushed and bruised but your heart was nearly pounding out your chest.

“Fuckin’ print that in your gossip magazine you extra!” Bakugou couldn’t help but heartily laugh at the man as he shook with worry after catching the intimate moment. He wanted to show you off. He wasn’t ashamed that his lips had captured you to be his.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” He whispers into your ear and you eagerly nod, grasping his one hand with your two as the both of you manouvered your way through the wedding guests until you finally found a small closet down a hallway where no one from the party had entered.

Slamming the door shut behind you, your eyes drank in Bakugou’s frame. How had you missed that small boy you once knew had now become this beefy, beautiful man? Who was looking at you with the same awe and intent? Bakugou cornered you against the door of the supply closet, latching his lips together with yours once again as if he was scared he’d never be able to taste you again.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” Katsuki’s lips mashed with yours as his hands slid up your dress, the coarseness of his fingers against your soft skin sending shivers down your spine.

All those years of being a hero really showed on Bakugou, he lifted you with ease as your fingers traced scars on the back of his neck; holding on for support. His hips pin you against the door and you feel his cock hardening between the fabric of your underwear and his suit pants, you can’t help the whimper escaping your lips at the friction of him.

Bakugou’s hands slip under the straps of your dress, letting them fall delicately to your sides as his lips ensnare yours. His grunts and your whimpers enough to make any passerby know what was going on in the confined space of the closet. His fingers glide beneath the dress which allowed it to fall further as Bakugou felt the weight of your breasts in his palms.

“God you’re fucking everything princess.” His fingers slide beneath the lacy fabric to thumb your nipples, perking and tugging it with his forefinger.

Breaking the kiss, his head lowers to encapsulate the bud in his mouth. Gently suckling it before rolling it feverishly between his teeth. Your hands snaking through his hair only spurring the assault on your supple flesh. Biting your lip to stop the obvious moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You swore you could see stars as his tongue flicked against the pointed nub- sending your nerves wild.

“Bet that fucking extra never treated you like this baby.” He matched your height, his gaze never leaving your own as he took both of your tits out of your bra; kneading the flesh and buds of your nipples as he spoke. “Just wanted to get himself off, I know how to fuckin’ treat you right.”

“Then do it… Kacchan.” You spoke with such gusto in your breathy state, knowing that the old nickname would make him see red. And god did it send him feral.

His body pressed you further into the door, even if it felt like he couldn’t. The aching feel of his cock rubbing against your clothed core made you mewl in want of him. His fingers slid beneath the hem of your dress and made little pricking motions into your inner thighs until he traced a slit over your panties.

“Shit you’re fucking wet.” The pads of his fingers kneading against where you wanted him most, a chuckle falling his lips as your hips did their best to try and get any sort of relief.

“Katsuki please- please fuck oh my god-“ Your neck craned back as you felt your body take control. The low growl in Bakugou’s throat at the sight of you barely touched and already begging for him.

Tracing his fingers along your décolletage he stopped when he met your parted lips before roughly shoving his fingers in your mouth, pressing down the body of your tongue.

“Please please please-“ Katsuki mocked. “Please what princess? Better use your fuckin’ words or else.”

An insufferable smirk played upon his lips as he felt your cunt clench around nothing at his dirty words. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he wiped the remnants of your spit across your tits; awaiting for your response.

“Fuck me Katsuki- please you’re all I want. God you’re all I need.” Although said in your aroused state. You meant it- and he knew that.

Not wasting any more of the precious time you two had before you were inevitably found out considering your blatant disregard for being quiet; Bakugou used his hand to tug off his belt. Nearly setting his suit pants on fire as his quirk crackled in anticipation for you.

Your body clung to Bakugou’s for support, his whole body easily keeping your pinned high between himself and the door. Once his lower half was sufficiently stripped, it was easy enough for him to rip the sides of your underwear off.

“Katsu-“

“Shut up.”

Not wanting to disagree; you did. Hips bucking against nothing as the cool air prickled at your hot cunt. Bakugou held his manhood in his hand, rubbing the head of it in your slick and providing stimulation to your clit. Your thighs tightening around his waist like a vice grip at the well needed attention.

“You’re fuckin’ soaking baby. So needy.” Bakugou mumbled against your neck, allowing himself and you to get off momentarily at the friction. You could only nod to his words which were making you more and more wet for him. He was such a tease.

“Come on princess. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me.” His voice growled as he repeated himself, leaving marks upon your nape that would surely bruise because of his harsh bites and sucklings.

“Katsuki I need you- only you. Only you.” Your repetition is barely a whisper but he heard it, and despite his rough nature Bakugou confines your lips in a kiss as he sheaths himself inside of you.

Taking a few slow thrusts to allow yourself to adapt to his size, it’s only a moment before Bakugou completely bottoms out inside of you. He watches your face shiver in pleasure which he mirrors. He clasps your hips so firmly his knuckles turn white; it didn’t even hurt as all you could focus on was him inside you. Your hands find their way to his biceps, gripping on for some tension relief and you could still feel his muscles flex even beneath his suede blazer and the shirt.

“What a good fuckin’ girl, taking my cock like this.” Bakugou’s voice is a low growl as he thrusts into you, the sounds of your clothes brushing against one another and the slaps of your skin interacting was like a sinful symphony.

The smell of caramel danced in your brain as Bakugou worked up a sweat absolutely pummeling himself into your sex. You grasped onto him as if your life depended on it, moaning into his neck as his cock slid in and out of you. You didn’t even know how much time was passing as he rutted himself into you relentlessly- yet as you both came to your highs, you could both barely move from the thrill of it all.

Steadying your breaths back to a regular pace; Bakugou slid you down from where he had pinned you against the door and let you fix yourself as he then did himself. You sorted your dress and pulled any tugs from your hair when he had pulled it before slapping Bakugou’s arm.

“You dick! You ripped my underwear!”

“Hot.” He chuckled, fixing his belt loops and stuffing the ripped panties into his pocket.

“Not funny! I’m not parading about with no underwear on!”

“We’re getting the fuck out of this extras stupid wedding. You can wear my clothes at my place.” Suitably sorted and not looking like you had just had the brains fucked out of you in a closet (despite the reddening bites and bruises that were now appearing on your neck), Bakugou held you close. Yet instead of taking the corridor to the exit, he was leading you back to the main dance hall.

“Where’re we going?” You hashly whispered to Bakugou, your thighs still wet from your slick and the cool air against your unclothed pussy making you heat up from embarrassment.

“Gots to do one thing before we go.” There’s a shit eating grin on his face, you couldn't help but wonder what on earth he was planning now.

Midoriya stood talking to other heroes all dressed in their formal attire and Bakugou (with no consideration of their conversation) roughly tapped his shoulder to get his immediate attention. His arm around your waist was so tight but being see with Bakugou like this made you feel almost proud.

“We’re just heading off.” Bakugou had replaced his smile for his usual scowl, something he had always looked at Izuku with.

“Going so soon? It’ll be a shame you guys!” Izuku’s voice was plastered in falsehood. He probably regretted trying to gloat over you two. Bakugou held out his hand for Midoriya to shake it, your brows furrowed on what was obviously a stepping stone to Bakugou’s plan.

“I know I might not be better at you right now in the hero charts.”

Uh oh.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to recognise that Kaccha-“

“But I am better at you at something for sure.”

Bakugou used Midoriya’s hand in his to pull him closer, readying himself to whisper in his ear.

“Cause I just fucked the shit out of your ex-girlfriend and I know you never made her come as hard as I did.”

Your face burned with the heat of a million suns, but the glower on Izuku’s face was priceless. And you couldn’t help but see the flash of a camera capture the moment as Bakugou’s hand fell from his and slipped once again around your waist.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #yandere bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou fanfic #bakugou smut #bakugou angst #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader #bnha #mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha imagine #bnha imagine #bakugou imagine #bakugou headcanons #bakugou #bakugo #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons

[chiwhorei]

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬

paring: kenny ackerman x fem!reader

genre: apocalypse!au, smut, dark content, 18+ mdni [cross-posted to Ao3]

word count: 3k

overview: kenny *i-wouldn’t-fuck-you-if-it-was-the-end-of-the-world* ackerman; but it is and you do . . . and you’ll probably do it again. or, if you read beyond the cut and wind up in hell that is legally not my fault.

tags: dymph does sacrilege once again, post-apocalypse au, blood, violence, zombies (only mentions of gore nothing specific), somnophilia, noncon, dubcon, degradation, smoking, insertion, sloppy oral, big age gap aka kenny is a nasty old man and reader is a sweet little virgin.

a.notes: happy *fucking* easter. this is for the smut pile’s apocalypse collab so go give everyone’s pieces a read, everyone has worked so incredibly hard. this is dedicated to @pleasantanathema​, who was both my beta reader and emotional support while stringing this together. here’s to the old man fuckery, cheers.

hymn: the seven deadly virtues - camelot

But stay awake at all times, praying that you may have strength to escape all these things that are going to take place, and to stand before the Son of Man. -Luke 21:36

                                      * * *

Wet.

A sticky kind of wet. Clinging on like thick clay, splattered across your neck— gore and sinew wrapped in a noose. Shades of decaying reds and browns are all you see these days. 

The seeping, molding kind of wet.

The smell is suffocating, the toll of death deep in your bones. You keep moving, you have to. One foot in front of the other, fingers fretting with the cross hanging between your collarbones. Counting your Hail Mary’s distracts from the ache in your soles and the burning feeling that you’re rotting away.

It was slow at first. The end of the world, the crashing, clattering end felt like a slow decent to hell. Pieces of the modern world falling away, the promise of tomorrow, the assurance of a cure. You refused to believe the dead could walk the earth until they were stumbling straight towards you. 

All of us, you think, are rotting away.

“Pick up the pace, kid. Are you trying to end up like the rest of those fuckers?” His voice rings from a few feet in front of you. The brush under your feet is dry, leaves crunching loudly with every weary step forward. 

Kenny always likes to remind you of your naïveté, insults about your rose tinted glasses barked crudely from around a cigarette. Your youth, your optimism, your beliefs-- useless traits in his opinion. What good is God in a world like this.

“Friends. They were our friends.” Your words come out in a whimper, the tone further irritating the man ahead of you.

He stops, turning around to catch your eyes, gaze piercing through the night like a knife. All that’s left of your composure is used to keep from crashing right into his chest.

“Ain’t no more room for friends in this world, baby doll,” a long pointer finger lifts your chin, the slightest touch still bruising, “thinkin’ like that is what’s going to get ya killed.”

Rose tinted glasses, cracked and splattered with blood, fall off and are lost to a world that no longer exists. Kenny let’s up and turns, pulling you farther into the thick brush. You could swear you feel the lenses as they splinter under your shoe.

                                      * * *

Kenny is a vile man. He knows his name isn’t on a reservation list at the Pearly Gates, he’s aware that a sinner lives on borrowed time. 

Nowadays, everyone is living on borrowed time. Even you.

You, he thinks, looking back to where you stumble over a tree branch, far to good for a world like this.

He can’t help but laugh, the absolute absurdity of his current situation. Escaping death by the skin of his teeth, watching any familiar faces burning in the remnants of a camp he couldn’t really call home. People that fought to the bone, melting or devoured or both.

And then there was you, standing in front of the flames, tears falling down the apples of your cheeks, stiff in shock and horror. He remembers the way your lips moved, mumbling a quiet prayer instead of trying to run. Stupid little thing.

It’s not the earth the meek inherit; it’s the dirt.

Was it pity that made Kenny pull you away from an infernal gravesite all those months ago? He’s never the hero of any story. No, it must have been something else.

Maybe it was the way you looked up with teary eyes, silently begging for help. Unwittingly making a deal with the devil. His teeth grind at the memory, the vision of how beautiful you look so completely helpless. 

Kenny leads and you follow, he hunts and you flitch at the sound of an arrow piercing flesh. The small squeak and proceeding thumb of meat as it hits the ground never fails to make you sick. When he’s not hunting for food, he’s hunting something else.

The sounds of death are all the same.

Some days you’re lucky, coming across abandoned hideouts or deserted cars. Snagging whatever hasn’t already been picked over; some ammo, the occasional can of peaches or pack of cigarettes. Kenny laughs dryly everytime, chucking the carton into his bag. Always the cigarettes, never the lighter. Most days, not so much.

Every night, you fall asleep to the flicker of a campfire, lulled by the steady sound of Kenny’s knife as it scrapes against a piece of wood. He’s always the last asleep. The woods are a dangerous place, the possibility of monsters circle at every moment. Under the veil of night, anything could happen. And it does.

He wipes his mouth, settling back into the harsh ground below him with a pleased hum. Your whimpers have settled back into a light snore. 

Kenny is a vile man, and you’re too concerned with the lifeless villain in the shadows that you forget about the one sitting on the other side of the fire.

Three months of waking up to aching limbs and misplaced panties can’t be a coincidence, can it?

                                      * * *

“Well ain’t this something.” Kenny pulls on the door, swinging it open with a loud creek. Your neck strains to look up at dark wood and steepled roof, the tall building hidden by dense forest, you two must be the first people to step inside in months. 

“A church.” You’d find comfort within these walls if you weren’t so positive that God had abandoned this world.

Statues of the Virgin Mary and Saint Joseph are empty behind their stone eyes, shadowed with an unsettling shade of red from the stained-glass windows. The moment is a time capsule, a vision of the congregation of saints bathed in blood.

A chill runs down your back, counting every vertebrae.

You push down the unsettling foreboding, focusing back on the instincts to survive instead of lingering on a religion that you can no longer make sense of.

“Hey kid, over here.” You pick up the pace, quickening footsteps away from holy symbolism and towards Kenny’s voice. You walk into the closest room off a dark hallway and find him leaning against the doorframe. The rooms are getting darker with the vanishing sun, but you make out shelves of cans and boxes, food, blankets, clothes.

“I bet they used this as a food pantry,” Your comment was probably an obvious assumption, but Kenny just hums in response, “there’s enough here to last up months.” 

Good samaritans in the first life are a saving grace is this one. Your cynicism lifts from heavy shoulders for just a moment. The lines between luck and divine intervention are fuzzy at best.

“I saw a well right outside too. Water’s probably cold as ice but it’s better than anything we’ve come across yet.” Kenny’s voice is even, but you swear he cracks a smile.

He was right, the water is cold enough to shatter your bones like ice. You shiver and chatter, teeth threatening to crack, but the feeling of being clean has you dumping bucket after bucket over your head. The grime and grit of your reality running down to seep into the grass below.

There’s no home to run to after the world ends, but water and food is more than you could imagine in recent months. Shuffling through boxes of donated clothes, you find a shirt big enough to sleep in. The fabric smells like moth-balls and dust, but the feeling of clean cotton against your skin is heavenly. 

You find Kenny in the clerical office, rummaging through the priests desk. The sun is replaced with a flight of candles, for the first time in forever, you don’t feel like death is standing right behind you.

“Would you look at that,” Kenny pulls a cigar from the desk, bringing it up to his nose for inspection, “Looks like father had his own little habit.”

Despite yourself, you laugh at his comment, rounding towards the large leather chair he’s settled into.

“Smoking kills you know.” You lean against the desk next to him. Your bare legs brush against his knee, the heat from your skin makes his mouth water.

“I think there’s more pressing concerns than tobacco, kid.”

There’s something different about tonight, even more than just the four walls and roof around you. There’s something about Kenny and the way his stare has followed you all night. You can feel a cord pulling taught, fraying in the middle before it snaps.

“Asshole.”

The plush of Kenny’s bottom lip is close enough to your cunt to be disastrous.  Friendly banter becomes laughing and swatting at his chest like a teenager. Communion wine and tension pulling you into him. The loneliness of this life becomes more apparent the closer he is to touching your skin. When did the man in front of you make your heart race so fast? 

Maybe you’ve always felt this way.

You feel it, the ghosts of last night, the night before. The ghosts of weeks or maybe even months. The familiarity of a touch you weren’t quite awake for. 

Ass arching off from where it sticks to the cherry wood, you want to feel it again. The laving of tongue and mouth against you. The devouring of your most intimate planes of skin, places no one else has ever touched before, places you were saving for your future husband.

The kiss as hot as hell.

“Awe, c’mon now,” His nose nudges against your clit, the movement pulling another cry from your throat to bounce against the high ceiling, “that’s not my name.”

“I’ve been tracing it into this precious cunt of yours every night,” each word is more unhinged than the last, no longer worried about the doe in his sights running away, “Do I need to spell it out for you again?”

There’s nowhere to run, pressed in between his canines.

Dreams of calloused fingers and a wandering mouth are now cementing as memories. The feeling of rough facial hair. The sounds of desperate moans and how they shake against you. 

The way his tongue curls like a signature. 

His mouth is flush against you again, sucking at your aching clit for only a moment before moving his attention to long lashes against your clenching hole.

“You must remember. You were moaning it so sweetly,” he nips at your puffy lips before drawing back. His chin is sheened in your arousal, slick refracting off the dimly lit space between you, flickering candles outline his features with a dance of orange shadows. Kenny’s eyes hold you captive, giving you one more chance to answer.

“What’s my name, kid?”

His tongue breaches you, a set of large, familiar hands keep your legs spread wide atop the desk. 

You remember— of course you do. You remember everything. The name stuck in your head like a broken record. The name you call for in a sleepy haze as your body is dragged into orgasm.

The name that’s spelled against you like a promise.

“K-Kenny please.”

That’s all that he needs, the only thing, if he’s being honest, that he’s ever needed.

“There’s my sweet little girl. Finally using your manners.” Two fingers come up to swipe against your pussy, stopping right before your clit and collecting slick to bring up to your eye line for inspection. You jump when the warm digits drag against your bottom lip, a silent prompt for your mouth to fall open.

Kenny sticks his fingers in, the intent to make you gag is clear but you take it. You’ll take anything he gives you. Your tongue swirls around the intrusion, running against each joint and suckling loudly. The sound is wet and lewd, the spit collecting at the corners of your mouth makes his head spin.

Your destruction, he decides, will be beautiful. 

Kenny’s fingers release with a wet pop. He runs callouses down from your cheek, over the curve of your tits and down your abdomen. Two fingers stop at your pubic bone to trace lightly against the skin in random patterns. 

“Your body is just as agreeable when you’re awake.” His words drip in sin, reminding you exactly how familiar he is with you. All of you.

Both thumbs come down to spread your lips, Kenny can’t help but take a moment-- just a beat-- to stare at your swollen, glossy clit and the quiver of your little hole. Your skin is soft, completely untouched by anyone else. He laid claim to almost every inch before you begged him to.

He sinks from the leather chair, kneeling in front of you. You’re the body and blood as far as a sinner like Kenny is concerned.

There’s a plea stuck in your throat. You want to beg him to slow down, it’s too much all at once, but you know if you cried out-- all you would do is beg him for more.

His tongue is long and flat against you, every swipe is punctuated with a growl. The rumbling from his chest is thrown against your clit like a current through cold water. Sharp, shocking, terrifying.

“Kenny, I- I want,” He sucks your throbbing clit into his mouth, rubbing the tip of his tongue against the hood. There’s no words in any language that make sense to you. There’s nothing but his name. 

“Kenny ah, I need, I don’t know how t—”

Your dangling over a fire, trying desperately to jerk away from the lick of the flames. 

“I know, kid, I know exactly what you need.” his breath is heavy and warm in fans across your skin. You're dripping down the sides of his face and onto the cleric’s desk. Kenny is covered in you, open mouthed kisses against the sweetest thing he’s ever had in his mouth. The tangy taste of your pussy mixing with the wine still on his tongue. 

If he spent forever between your thighs, it wouldn’t be nearly long enough.

“Such a sweet little thing, you’re insatiable.” All you can do is nod dumbly, eyes glazing over with a distinct look of teary submission. It’s so new to you, but grinding upwards and catching your clit against his chin seems like second nature.

The primal need for release is much stronger than any prayer of abstinence. 

“What would your little prayer circle think if they knew you spread your legs for a dirty old fucker like me?” Kenny coos against the apex of your thighs. His words knock on the hollow space behind your breastbone.

Your family and friends, the priest from St. Mary’s who baptized you, old man Jaeger from next door— all buried or burned to ash or so much worse.

Anyone you’ve ever loved is dead, maybe that’s why Kenny is still around.

There’s nothing that can hold you back anymore, the control you claw at slips from your fingers like watery silk. There’s no escaping the roughness of his stubble and an evil, serpent tongue.

“Kenny!”

You cum with a shattering cry, the sound ringing so loud in your ears you swear any enemy of the living in a 10 mile radius could hear you. In reality, what escapes is little more than a broken snivel. 

It hurts, muscles aching from the exertion of trying to keep from falling apart. Your body is a hairpin trigger, the comedown feels more like withdrawal.

“There’s my girl, my good little girl.” His voice is uncharacteristically soft, doting while you fall back to earth. It’s a strange feeling, you’ve never found comfort in Kenny before, he isn’t the shoulder you go to lean on. 

But tonight he’s the chin you buck into.

The aftershocks run across your naked skin, already missing the feeling of his touch as he settles back into the cracked leather chair. 

His cock presses into the denim confines uncomfortably, the ache can wait though. Whether this is his last night alive or has all the time in the world-- he’s going to savor the glistening prize nestled between your thighs. Kenny’s fingers find the cigar where it lies next to your knee, bringing it up to examine while you squirm at the cold night air against your wet cunt.

“No one will ever make you feel as good as I do,” both legs kick out, falling to dangle on either side of his knees in surprise as the cigar comes down to trace your outer lips. He presses the tuck inwards, pulling out slightly so you cry out. The harsh texture of the wrapper mixes with the most minimal of stimulation, causing tears to clump in your waterline. 

“Why don’t you think of a way to repay me, hmm?”

You push past the heaviness in your muscles, sitting up to meet his incredulous stare. Kenny sticks the cigar between his teeth, striking a match from the desk drawer to light the cap. The cigar is stale, cheap tobacco. But every drag now tastes like you.

“I- I could try to--” Words are left unspoken on your tongue, even now, the intonation is poison in your throat. 

You expect Kenny to laugh at your bashfulness, instead, two fingers come up to curl around the Rosary around your neck. He drags you forward, exhaling smoke into your parted, quivering lips. You try your best not to choke. 

He pulls the cigar away, ashing it carelessly on the floor.

“Use your words, kid, tell me what you want.” His words are sleazy but his voice is soft around the edges. Prompting you to shuffle onto his lap. His free hand rests in the small of your back to keep you steady.

“I want--” Fuck, your voice feels like it’ll fail, you take a moment to breathe, “I want you to fuck me, Kenny.” 

Your plea is rushed, so quick to hit his ears he almost misses it. There’s no hiding anymore, there’s nowhere else in this world but the private quarters of a long-dead clergy member. The space between you and Kenny is foggy and tense, only inches between lips.

There’s no more penance in this world, no more time to sit and atone for his sins with prayer. The soft, syrupy feeling of your cunt wrapping around his cock is a slice of heaven, cut out and stolen right from the sky. 

“I thought you’d never ask, doll face.” 

✞ all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

#aot x reader #aot x reader smut #aot smut #kenny ackerman x reader #kenny ackerman smut #the smut pile: apocalypse #tw: somnophilia #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: blood #tw: sacrilegious #sin.somnophilia #sin.noncon #sin.dubcon #sin.blood #sin.sacrilege

[meltwonu]

| 🎃 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 🎃 |

↪ ✦ baby ✦

this chapter pairing; yandere!the8 x reader

genre&warnings; yandere!au, softdom!minghao, ice play, wax play, blindfolds, shibari, sex toys, minghao taking ~pictures~, uh murder ☠️.

✖ That being said, I do NOT condone yandere-like/obsessive/possessive behaviour in real life. this is a work of fiction therefore I will indulge in it. If you do NOT like this kind of content, please just ignore it.

notes; the way yandere minghao would be fucking ✨pristine✨ when he's taking care of 😳business😳 if ykwim,,, WHEW the mind, she reels. also no I didn't make anyone suffer in this chap by killing off anyone important 😩😩 I know that hurts too much khjfkdjfh I've spared you all for the last yandere chapter LOL 💕💕 One more chapter to go!! Thank you, as always, for your kind comments and support 🥺 I love u 💕💕 See you tomorrow for our last Monster Mash chapter!! 🎃💕👻 

word count; ~2000

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - x

checking locks;

turning knobs

i’ve been circling for block;

and i’ll never stop.

like a moth to the flame;

when you’re calling out my name

and i’m on my way.

A tear slips from your eye and immediately soaks into the blindfold over your eyes.

Where was Minghao? You think.

Your thighs tremble, soft cries spilling from your lips when you tug at the ropes that keep you only slightly suspended above the bed. The hitachi he’d placed against your clit had gotten you to cum twice now and your body was quickly reaching your limit as you tried to shy away from the vibrations of the toy.

Minghao had said he was going to take care of something and that he’d be right back, but it had surely been at least 30 minutes since then and the only thing you’d heard was the creaking of the rope suspensions and the sound of the hitachi vibrating against your swollen clit.

He’d really been gone for far too long.

You’re about to tug at your restraints a few minutes later when you hear the doorknob starting to rattle. Oh, thank god.

“Have you been good, sweetheart?”

Minghao’s sweet voice feels like home and you’re quick to reply; glad that he’d come back sooner than later. “A-ah, y-yes but, mmh, the--the toy…”

“Ah, is it too much?”

You nod, squirming slightly as you sway in the rope suspension. “I---I already c-came tw--twice, ‘Hao…”

He smiles at you, even if you can’t see. “Only? You’ve cum more than that before, when I’ve left you like this.” You can hear him laugh lightly and soon his fingertips run across your skin and the intricately tied ropes around your limbs and torso.

Minghao takes pity, turning off the Hitachi when he hears your soft whines. “I’m sorry I took so long, sweetheart. I didn’t intend for it to take so long.” Your body goes slack as soon as the toy turns off and you feel him tugging at some of the ropes as they loosen around you.

“Let’s get you into a more comfortable position, hmm?”

When Minghao moves to undo some of the ropes and lowers you down onto the bed gently, he also takes a moment to take pictures on his film camera of your body covered in the indents from where the rope had dug into your skin.

It’s for my collection, he says. Just a personal one.

You always agree and he always lets you see the finished product as the two of you admire the way he captures you in his camera lens.

When you’d met Minghao through mutual friends, he wasn’t very talkative, admittedly. It’d taken a while for him to open up to you and you to him, but once the two of you had found common interests, you had found that he was quite the talkative person with a wide array of interests and skills.

He was incredibly meticulous and preferred to be in control whether it came to his craft or in bed, which you didn’t mind at all.

Minghao knew what he was doing.

“What’s your colour right now, sweetheart?” “Mmh.. G--green, Minghao…”

The blindfold is still firmly placed over your eyes even when he redoes the ropes into a more comfortable position; and this time, your head rests against the pillows with only one of your legs bent and tied and your arms tied neatly in front of you.

“Always so pretty for me.” Minghao coos. “I want to try something new, okay? Just tell me if it’s too much.”

“Okay...” 

You hear the clinking of a glass nearby and soon the chill of an ice cube meets your warm skin as you mewl. It makes goosebumps rise as he drags the ice slowly until he places it directly against your clit and your fingertips try to reach for his hands as you gasp.

“Oh, M--Minghao!” You writhe under him as he smiles adoringly back at you. He runs the ice cube through your folds, letting it melt slightly as he holds it to your soaking entrance.

“Is it too cold, sweetheart? Would you prefer something warmer?”

You shake your head yes, hoping he meant his fingers instead. “Please…” You feel the bed shift slightly and hear the clicking of a lighter and realize it's definitely not what you were hoping for.

“Colour?”

“Um… y-yellow…?” You answer; a little unsure. The lighter clicks stop. “Yellow? Tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart.” His voice is soft and gentle and you feel his fingers massaging your skin a moment later.

“I--I’m okay with it, just---it’s, um, it’s not going to b-burn, right?”

“Of course not, sweetheart. I would never do anything that hurts you. Would you like some water? Or do you want to take a break?” You bite the inside of your cheek, blushing underneath your blindfold that hid your pink cheeks and ears.

“M-maybe some w-water?”

Minghao helps you tilt your head enough for you to take some gulps of water, kind fingertips wiping at your lips and helping you ease back against the pillows when you’re satisfied. “Thank you, Minghao…” You whisper.

“Of course, baby. Everything okay, now? Still yellow?”

“Mm… ‘m green now~”

He gives it a second as his hands roam your skin, massaging your thighs and your bound arms before he positions himself back between your legs.

You hear the lighter clicking again, body tensing at the heat that you knew was coming.

Minghao tilts the small candle over your bound thigh, letting the wax fall over parts of your skin and the ropes as he licks his lips. “Baby, you’re so so good for me.”

You’re a little shocked that the wax wasn’t as hot as you initially thought it’d be; only a mild sting before it eased into a nice warmth and dried cold onto your skin.

He lets it drip a little more on your thigh before he moves it up; a trail of wax dripping from your thigh to your hip bone as you whine. “Ngh, ‘Hao it--it feels really g-good…”

“Do you prefer the ice or this, hmm? Which one feels better?”

It takes you a second to think; in all honesty, they both felt good in their own ways.

“Um, ah, I l-liked them both…” You pause, “They’re d-different…”

He hums in response, letting the wax drip onto your inner thighs as you tremble underneath him.

Minghao repeats this pattern a few times; moving from your thighs to your hip bones and even letting a little drip onto your arms before he blows the candle out and sets it onto the tray he’d brought onto the bed. He takes a moment to admire his own work, fingertips itching for his camera.

“Hold still, okay?”

“Okay, ‘Hao~”

You hear the camera shutter going off a few times as you lay still for him, waiting with anticipation if he was going to play with anything new after he’d taken his pictures.

“I can’t wait to show you these pictures, baby. You look incredible.” He mutters; too focused on getting the right angles.

“I can’t wait to see them too!” Smiling, you wished that Minghao would take the blindfold off of you, but you also knew to let him do his thing as he wanted it.

It needs to be perfect, he’d say. There’s only so many free spaces on film.

“Sweetheart?”

“A-ah, yes?”

This time, you jolt when you feel his thumb on your clit and you easily let out a choked moan as you slightly tug the binds. “You’ve been so good for me, baby. I think you deserve to cum one more time.”

You nod shakily, lips parted. “Pl--please… ‘m so sensitive a-already…”

Minghao doesn’t respond, instead, he rubs your clit harder; relishing in the way you squirm and buck your hips up to meet his hand. You clench around emptiness as you chase your high, simultaneously wishing he fucked you instead. 

“Ngh, Minghao...”

“You can cum, baby. Whenever you want.” 

You imagine Minghao fucking you, cock grazing against your g-spot. And it was a feeling you knew well; toes curling as you let your imagination run wild. You imagine him between your legs, tongue teasing your clit and your soaking entrance as you tangled your hands into his hair and his hands wrapped prettily around your throat when he made you feel fuzzy and lightheaded.

“O-oh, I’m---I’m cumming!” 

Your body tenses up one last time, back bowing off of the sheets as he continues to rub your clit; working you through your orgasm as his name rolls off of your tongue. 

Another tear soaks into the blindfold as you ride out your high and your entire body buzzes with electricity and mild overstimulation when Minghao doesn’t let up. 

“M--Minghao, I--I can’t...” You cry, thighs shaking uncontrollably. 

You hear him chuckle and he immediately takes his thumb off of your clit as you catch your breath. 

“I’m going to take the blindfold off now, okay, baby?” Nodding tiredly, you raise your head to the best of your ability as he reaches behind you to undo the knot and slip the silk material from around your head. 

You’re thankful the room was already dim as your teary eyes start to focus on Minghao. 

There’s still bits and pieces of wax on your skin and soaked into the ropes when you look down at your body. “Hi...” You whisper, cheeks hot. 

“Hi, baby. How about we get you undone from these ropes and into a nice warm bath, huh?” 

Confusion crosses your features, “What about you though?” He smiles gently, eyes twinkling with warmth. 

“Let me worry about you, baby.”

Minghao makes sure the water is warm and to your liking before he helps you ease into the tub; bubbles spilling over and onto the floor. 

“I’ll be right back. Don’t fall asleep, okay? I’m just going to grab you some water.” 

You nod in return, resting your head against the porcelain. 

Minghao was so sweet.

Minghao clenches his jaw once he steps back into the bedroom. Eyes scanning the dimmed space to make sure he hadn’t tracked in any unnecessary dirt or grime.

There was still so much he needed to clean before anyone found the body. 

And it was really foolish of your boss to try and fire you, honestly. And to send you home crying? Just unacceptable. 

Minghao wouldn’t let anyone get away with such actions. Not towards you.

Although, maybe it was a little foolish of Minghao to make such a damn mess in his fit of rage. 

Ah, well. 

He’d wait for you to sleep before he’d slink out of bed to finish what he’d started. 

After all, Minghao was very meticulous with his work. 

#yandere!the8 #yandere!minghao #the8 smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #minghao smut #yandere!svt #yandere!seventeen #the8 scenarios #the8 imagines #minghao imagines #minghao scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #the8 #minghao #monstermash!svt

[feralrunaway]

Rat

Pairing: August Walker x teenage OFC (platonic)

Word count: ~1.5k

Warnings: homelessness, cursing, crime, implications of abuse, implied murder, August’s disdain for religion

A/N: I’ve never written for August before, so I hope I do this justice. This story takes place after MI6, several different timelines. Please heed the warnings before reading, thanks!

——————

Their eyes connected across the dark, crowded club.

A nostalgic smile touched her perfectly glossed lips, the slightest mirror of which ghosted along his rigid features, only for both to disappear before anyone could notice. A secret smile. An acknowledgment.

...mankind is drawn to his self-destruction like a moth to the candle.

A decade of transformation. Of skills honed. And yet the depth of connection over shared experience remained.

*A rooftop entrance. A door ajar.

Accessible once, and he hoped still. A place to lay low until he could reestablish contacts and repair his identity. One of the few places he could recall that even his trusted associates knew nothing of.

The lock had clearly been picked, alerting him to his safe house having been compromised. Not by the authorities, no. But by the lump of diminutive human lying under a pile of dirty blankets in the attic.

A cocked gun. A warning. The bored, disinterested girl shifted to sit under the blankets and stare petulantly in his direction.

“I found it first, Scarface. Get your own squat.”

It took a lot to surprise August Walker. But this live grenade of teenage attitude glaring daggers at him was enough to qualify. Her eyes briefly absorbed his expensive, if disheveled, clothing, danced over the gun in his hand.

“Are you a fucking cop?” she stood slowly.

August chuckled darkly, but the inherent threat in the sound was not perceived by the adolescent occupying the loft hideaway belonging to him. Was she brain-addled?

“I suggest you scurry along, little rat.”*

“Fuck you.”*

It is the first step toward the ultimate brotherhood of man.

Her mentor. After all these years, he hadn’t changed. Well, the scars were mostly gone. Only a slight puckering remained next to his right eye, easily concealed by an errant curl. But the same man occupied the expensive suit. Money had its uses. He had taught her that.

* A desperate time. A questionable meal.

“You got this where?”

She rolled her eyes as well as any youth.

“It’s clean. The grocery on main puts their overstock out every week.”

“You’re eating out of a dumpster.”

She scoffed. “So are you if you want to eat tonight. Never hurt me before. You’re free to come up with your own shit, moneybags. More for me.”

“What if I were to propose a solution beneficial to us both?” he eyed the slightly expired food and week-old produce. He had no intention of a recognizable face and bounty on his head making him settle for scraps. “Earn your stay in my safe house.”

She did well. Better than he had anticipated. He watched her walk down the street, charming a clothing shop clerk while nimble fingers pilfered this and that, changing both clothing and personality before his tracking eyes at each stop she made, until suddenly he gazed upon a simple, bookish young adult simply shopping for groceries for her family at home.*

His prodigy. A quick study. With a few lessons of her own to teach him.

*A midnight ambush. An unexpected out.

The rat was long gone before even August managed to divert himself safely away from the house. It had been a small team. Nothing he couldn’t halt with a few well timed fists. He was the Hammer after all. But now his hideaway had been compromised. And they had picked up his trail.

It was difficult, if not nearly impossible for a man his size with such distinguishable scars to make his way down a city street while avoiding pursuant agents from every angle.

A small hand tangled in his shirt. A barely pulled punch. Her finger to her lips, she tugged him down through the open manhole.

Filthy, stinking tunnels. Narrowing, narrowing until his broad shoulders barely squeezed through. Until finally they opened up into the broad arched chorus of entries leading to any path of their choosing.

“Welcome to the underground, old man. Pick your poison.”*

Today, mankind has been handed the opportunity to escape his destiny.

August worked best alone. He had never understood what kept drawing him back to her. Why the presence of this feral spitfire of a child was tolerable. Perhaps a mutual understanding of the true evils operating in the world.

*A special day. A present with meaning.

“It’s my birthday today.”

“Oh?  And how old are you now?”

“Fifteen.”

“…how long have you been on your own, rat?”

“Maybe a year and a half now.  I’m not sure.  Don’t get all sympathetic, old man.  It’s better this way, trust me.  I do just fine on my own.”

She needn’t understand that he felt no pity about it. He could relate.  He knew the type of things that would cause an adolescent to take a crack at life on their own.  It didn’t take much searching to discover where she had come from.  The child of a pastor, the kind that spit vitriol about sin and promised fire and brimstone. The kind of man that hid his own abusive deeds and indescretions behind a pious front.

Any belief in a spirituality with no other proof, other than the cravings to project one’s self over the rational thinking of the others must be eradicated.

Two days later, August was gone, only leaving behind one thing.

She read the headline of the newsprint again and again.

“Local church up in flames, two missing.  Officials continue the search.”

Under the headline, in elegant, efficient script:

Happy Birthday, Rat.*

...by averting disaster, they serve to delay a peace that can only come through an inevitable baptism of fire.

“I miss the Phantom of the Opera look. You should have kept it.”

“There is benefit in being inconspicuous, as I recall you saying once,” he murmured, eyes indicating the siren red dress and dripping diamond jewels framing her delicate face and body.

She laughed, loud and genuine. “There is also benefit to be had in boldness, as you and your devilstache well demonstrated to me.”

*A back alley altercation. A job gone wrong.

He hadn’t seen her in two years. Now he watched from above as she evaded multiple assailants. Ducking and twisting, the little rat managed to slip through their grasp time and again. Her small frame and wiley nature worked to her benefit. Until it didn’t. One punch to the gut saw her laid out, winded, one man hovering above her and another with a gun trained to her head.

August had seen enough. Four quick shots and they were down. He sauntered down the stairs and over to her prone form.

“Scarface. Perfect timing, you handsome bastard. I’ll just be on my way.” she was winded, but no less crass.

“Not a chance, Rat,” he pulled her to standing by the nape of her neck. “There are a few things you need to learn.” He held out a hand. She leaned forward, spitting several sparkling diamonds into his open palm. “The first being that blatant theft never leaves you an out. Learn your exchanges and plan for them well before extraction. When you have another party interested in the payload, you have well-financed protection.”

He secretly reveled in her education in hand to hand combat. He always preferred fists to weapons, whenever possible. Her squirrelly evasive maneuvers were intriguing and useful, evidence of her time on the street, filching whatever she needed a day at a time. But if she were to ever be overpowered, she had a long way to go.*

The suffering I bring you is not the beginning of the end. It is the beginning of a greater mutual understanding through common suffering.

Neither looked at the other as they observed the room.  Watched for their mutual target.

The comfort of working in tandem was welcome. She rarely utilized the assistance of others. There was, after all, only one man she had ever trusted.

 *A romance gone wrong.  A late night call.

“I need a place to lay low for a few days.”

“How did you get this number?”

“I met a man once who wore sin on his upper lip.  He taught me a few tricks.”

August smiled at the other end of the line.

“I will send you the address.  You will send me his name.”*

Here I will emphasize clearly that the judgement upheld against us will be one of human hands, not of a god or other wordly being.

Both of their gazes fell to the intended target as he broke away from the crowd.

“My buyer won’t be happy if I let him go.”

“Will we finally find ourselves at odds over this transaction, Scarface?”

“Hardly, Rat. Now scurry along. This one belongs to you.”

With that, he set down his drink. He walked toward the exit, fully trusting that this would be a job well completed.

And so, the cycle continues.

Casting one final glance in her direction, he realized that the unfamiliar sensation he always felt around her, that drew him like a moth to the candle, had a name:

Pride

(Nov 27, 2020)

#August Walker #rat #daughter walker #taming the cavillry #feral

[merlinhurricane]

Oo! I finally got a prompt idea! first I was thinking a basic coffee shop au for shiniida (since you made me ship them) but then I thought iida probably wouldn’t work in a coffee shop (“somethin somethin *waves hand around* coffee health somethin”) so he probably ACTUALLY works in one of those juice places that are all natural and put kale in your drinks and sleep deprived shinsou stumbled inside and asked for a black coffee and couldn’t understand why the cute barista was giving him that look

oooooh, yes!! thank you, luv. please keep em coming!!

(tags: shiniida, college au, no quirks au, swearing, iida is no mere barista—he’s a fckin Manager check yoself, multiple POVs bc i Can’t Not)

***

Hitoshi didn’t understand what was happening. Why was this man staring at him like he had a third head? Second head, whatever. Jesus, he was tired.

“Sir, we don’t serve coffee,” came the insistent voice behind the counter.

“Why the fuck not?” Hitoshi’s glared blearily at him, eyes burning. What kind of place didn’t serve coffee? Especially a place called “Pep Up”. What was peppier than fucking coffee?

His outrage and confusion must have shown in his eyes because the hapless employee rattled off an explanation about natural and organic juices and healthy body supplements. Hitoshi didn’t need any of that. Rubbing his temples and trying to get the world to come into better focus, he groaned. “Okay, you’re my last resort. Can you just, like, talk to your manager and see if you can rustle up some caffeine for me? I’ll pay extra. Please,” he begged. The prospect of walking further away from campus in search of actual coffee was a daunting one.

“I am the manager.” The man before him affirmed. “And I can assure you we do not have anything caffeinated. Not only does caffeine create a mild dependancy but it is also a diuretic and can have lasting consequences if imbibed on a daily basis.”

“Mm-hm, delicious consequences,” Hitoshi murmured, causing the manager to stiffen in what Hitoshi assumed was disapproval.

“Indeed.” The manager sighed. “I suspect more than caffeine or any kind of energy supplement—” Hitoshi brightened at the word “energy”—“you simply need sleep.”

Hitoshi forced out a hollow laugh and attempted once more to bring the broad shop manager into focus. The lights in here were too harsh, the colors too bright. He should have known it wasn’t a coffee shop. Just about ready to give up on this place and try elsewhere, he turned toward the door.

Somewhere between the decision to leave and the execution, however, there was a disconnect. Instead, he found himself staring at a display right next to the door. It was full of oddly shaped bottles in an eye-searing shade of orange. He suspected he would’ve stayed in that exact spot for even longer if something cold hadn’t been pressed into his hand, nearly giving him a heart attack.

“Wha?” He instinctively shoved away the cold, despite it actually being a bit of a relief to his warm, probably dehydrated skin.

To his surprise the cold lingered, along with an amused huff of air against his cheek. Hitoshi looked up to see Mr. Manager. Dear god, he was pretty. Shoulders for miles, square jaw, baby blues, an undercut—he would have been too overtly gorgeous for Hitoshi to even consider if it weren’t for the glasses (he had a weakness for them) softening his look and the fact that the guy was literally holding Hitoshi’s hand wrapped around a plastic cup of smoothie to keep him from dropping it. “Uhh.”

The smoothie was bright green. Why did everything have to be so bright?

“Kale-kiwi mix.” The manager explained, dropping his hand once he was sure Hitoshi had a good grasp of the thing. “With some other stuff. It’ll help you sleep.”

Hitoshi snorted. Sure, this guy was hot, but Ryan friggin Gosling could’ve handed him this smoothie, and he still would’ve been skeptical about the results. Still... “How much do I owe you?”

The man smiled, a sharp, bright slice of white in his ridiculously handsome face. Oh no. “Free of charge. That’s not even on the menu, so it doesn’t have a price. Just, do me a favor and recycle the cup, okay?” He paused for a moment, mouth curling into an enchanting moue of consideration. Oh no. “Maybe after you get some sleep.”

Dazed, exhausted, and utterly smitten, Hitoshi nodded and wobbled out the door into the night, sipping on his definitely-not-coffee.

***

Hitoshi made it home...somehow. He remembered the streetlights stringing long squiggling tails of illumination across his vision, and that was his Stage 3 sleep deprivation indicator. He was sincerely lucky he hadn’t passed out on the walk back to his place.

On the counter sat his nearly finished smoothie. It had been surprisingly tasty, though the thickness made it feel necessary to drink water before he brushed his teeth and collapsed into bed. He was feeling surprisingly well-rested. At least, he assumed this is what “well-rested” felt like, since he couldn’t recall ever experiencing it before.

Snorting at his sardonic thoughts, he moved to throw away the cup before remembering what the hot manager had said. Technically, he didn’t have to acquiesce to his request—Hitoshi didn’t even have a recycling bin in his apartment. Still, the guy had put up with Hitoshi at Stage 3 and hadn’t even charged him for the damn drink. The least he could do was not fuck up the earth with one damn plastic cup.

Campus probably had some recycling bins, and he had to hit the library to finish his project anyway. Tucking the near-empty cup into the elastic cupholder on his bag, he began the trek to campus.

About halfway there, he realized he’d forgotten to make cis morning coffee. Him. Forgetting coffee. What was the world coming to?

Already mourning the lack of caffeine buzz he’d have later, he stopped in front of the library bins. A list of accepted recyclables and their corresponding numbers wwas posted above the special recycling receptacle. Sighing, Hitoshi pulled out the smoothie cup and checked the bottom for a number, then immediately got distracted.

On the bottom of the cup, written in fine black sharpie was a phone number along with “Pep Up and call me. :)”

***

Tenya had evening shift again, and as he walked in that afternoon, he couldn’t help but be apprehensive. It had been a long time since he’d given out his number, and the few times he had done it this way in the past year, none had used it. Whether that was because they were heathens who didn’t recycle or check the recycling number before they did or if they simply weren’t interested, he didn—couldn’t know. And that was the way he liked it.

The stunned and exhausted man from yesterday had caught his eye first because he was acting...odd. Tenya had watched him standing outside the glass double doors, staring up at the shop’s sign as if it was the best thing he’d ever seen. As if it were a candle and he were the moth. When he’d finally gotten inside, he’d continued to watch as the man’s eyes flitted around the room, intelligence and exhaustion shining there in roughly equal measure. He was built like a rock-climber—slim, tall, long arms and legs, and a bit hungry-looking. Tenya had a history with that look. Tenya would be willing to rewrite history for that look.

Going by the bulging bag and air of stress coming off him in waves, he was likely a student at the local university. When he finally approached the counter, Tenya met a set of pale, violet eyes and lost his train of thought entirely. Thankfully, the man was definitely too out-of-it to notice. He smelled like a combination of moss and coffee, so it was no surprise that he was looking to obtain some of the latter.

Despite his clearly tired state and the shortness of the conversation, he’d managed to make Tenya laugh more than once. What would he be like when he was firing on all cylinders? Tenya wanted to find out.

“You’re a cheeky bastard, aren’t you?” A voice shook him from his reverie, drawing his gaze to the front doors, propped open at the moment to let in both the afternoon breeze and the very man who had been occupying Tenya’s thoughts. A pity his words weren’t more...encouraging, though. He sighed.

The man was shaking a grimy plastic cup in his fist even as he walked up to the counter to confront Tenya. He was amused to see that the guy’s hair stood on end just as much now as it had when he’d first appeared in the shop—which was mostly empty right now, thankfully. He was manning the counter while the current barista was on break. He met those lovely, startling eyes head-on. Time to get this over with then. “I apologize for having offended you.” Why couldn’t he have just ignored his advance and moved on like everyone else? Tenya thought sourly.

“The only thing I’m offended by is your lack of faith in me.” The man’s face was still adorned with dark smears beneath his eyes that nearly matched the irises in color, but his face was more mobile, his voice and gestures more lively. “Telling me to sleep before attempting to throw something away doesn’t show a lot of confidence in my cognitive abilities. Kind of a slap in the face.”

Tenya knew the feeling. “And yet here you are, presumably having slept and still holding a dirty cup,” he commented, voice dry and throat drier. Had he not seen the number then? “You do know you’re supposed to wash them before recycling, right?”

“Who has time for that?” He complained.

“Who carries an empty cup around with them all day just for the sake of argument?” Tenya countered.

The man was just as quick to respond. “Who writes their number on the bottom of the cup? How’s that strategy been working out for you?”

Tenya remained silent for a moment. So he’d definitely seen the number. “...what is this about?”

“Mostly wanted to apologize for probably acting crazy last night. And to thank you. For this.” He held up the cup. It was still frustratingly unclear whether he meant the drink or the number.

Tenya took a chance. “You could’ve just called me.”

He was rewarded with a crooked smile. “Truth be told, I also wanted to make sure I hadn’t hallucinated you.” He leaned against the counter. “You seem like the kind of guy that only exists in my imagination.”

Tenya flushed and looked away to hide how pleased he was. “You’re ridiculous.”

The man just grinned wider and bent over the counter to read his name tag. “Tenya, huh? I’m Hitoshi. Can I buy you a drink?”

—End—

***

#shiniida #shinsou hitoshi #iida tenya #ficlet #bnha #one shot #my hero academia #will probably post this to ao3 as wwell bc i like it??? #thefrailtyofgenius #taryo88 #my writing

[russingon]

andreth/aegnor is a god tier ship for this quote alone:

'do candles pity moths?’

‘or moths candles, when the wind blows them out?’

like that line is so underrated fuck

#.txt

[maliby]

Fake Love (M)

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok (ft. Jin)

Story Genre: friends with benefits, smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: explicit language, brief moment with some dark thoughts, cheating

Word count: 6.3K

Summary: Two people who are in terrible relationships find comfort in each other’s arms.

”God Hobi.” You threw your head back in pleasure, the feeling of him drilling you overwhelming your entire being. “Right there. Please don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it baby girl.” He grabbed you by your hair and pulled your head back, leaving your neck exposed to his eager mouth. “Not even if death itself came to get me.” The way Hobi was marking your skin only served to tip you over the edge, making you spiral down in a powerful orgasm.

You and Hoseok - or Hobi as everyone called him - had been friends with benefits for two months now. The only problem was that you both were in relationships. You were dating his friend Jin and he was dating Minzy, a girl he met at the dance academy when he was younger.

But how did you two find yourselves in this cheating situation? Well, the truth was that you both were in bad relationships and you kind of found comfort in each other's arms.

Hoseok and Minzy knew each other since they were seven years old. They were always really good friends and at some point, they started dating, just because that’s what they thought came next. He knew her family and she knew his, and everyone just always assumed they would end up dating, and that’s exactly what they did.

When it came down to sex at first, they did have it every now and then, but it was always something so...disconnected. He knew it wasn’t exactly good but it took him a while to figure out exactly what it was. And naturally, sex occurred less and less, and when it did happen, it would be over in a blink of an eye.

Their relationship was a dead one. They were together because that’s all they ever knew in their lives. It was normal and safe, and it was what everyone expected them to do.

As for you and Jin, well...things with Jin started out one way and became a completely different thing.

Jin used to be so sweet. He used to surprise you, tell you he loved you every day, take you out on dates, cook for you, give you gifts...all those sorts of things that a person wishes their partner would do for them. But then one day he got scouted out on the street by a modelling agency and all the sweetness turned sour. The dates became fewer and fewer until they eventually stopped. He would ignore your texts, would stand you up, giving you lame excuses, his proclamations of love were cold and fewer than before and the sex almost stopped.

In the back of your mind, you knew he was cheating on you, but your loving heart refused to accept it. You refused to accept that a person you knew and loved so much had changed like that. You refused to believe that the old Jin was dead and gone. And that’s why you kept the lie alive and let him drag you along.

One day though, the lies had become way too much for you. It was your birthday and you had planned on going out to dinner with him, but he of course never showed up. You had been waiting for him in the restaurant for two hours. Two hours of getting weird stares from the people in the restaurant. Two hours of trying to convince the waiter that your date was almost arriving. Two hours of trying to make excuses for him because you were so sure he would never be able to do this to you. Even though he had stood you up before, you didn’t want to believe he would actually do it on your birthday dinner.

So you finally called him, only for him to give you some lame ass excuse that he got a last minute job and wasn’t going to be able to come. But that wasn’t even the worst part of it all; the worst part was the girl you heard on the other line with him giggling and calling him ‘baby’. This was what finally broke you. This was what made the mirror of illusion shatter with the hammer of reality.

He was cheating on you. He didn’t care about you. He didn’t love you - not anymore.

And just like that all of your doubts and fears came crashing down on you. All the emotions you had shoved deep inside you had taken over your whole body and turned you into a fucking mess.

You stood up and ran to your car, tears making the mascara you had put on your lashes stain black rivers down your cheeks. You had spent months, months, telling that little voice inside your head that it was all a lie, that it couldn't possibly be true; you kept locking all those doubts you had deep down inside your mind, and now all of them came out like an avalanche and were taking over your whole sanity.

It was all too much. It hurt - a lot. You just wanted to make it stop. Something, someone, you didn't care. You just wanted it all to stop. So, instantaneously, your body started driving you to a bar - if you had no one to fuck you senseless tonight at least you were gonna drink until you forgot it all.

When you were four shots of vodka in you heard someone call your name; you thought it was your already intoxicated mind playing tricks on you, but when you felt a hand tap you on the shoulder you knew that it was no hallucination - it was his friend Hobi.

You had never talked to him alone, he was always ‘Jin’s friend’ and all the times you had socialized with him was in a group. You had always thought that he was funny and nice, always being able to steal a smile from everybody

When he asked you what you were doing getting drunk alone on your birthday you told him the truth. You didn’t know if it was because you were drunk or because he was just one of those people that made it feel safe for you to share all your secrets, but you told him everything.

He didn’t say much really, it wasn’t a surprise to him because everyone had caught on to the way he was treating you. Everyone looked at you as the girl that was so stupid that she couldn’t see the guy she was in love with was treating her like she was some old piece of clothing - useful but disposable.

You looked into his eyes and saw something you didn’t want - pity. So wanting to avoid it you asked him what he was doing in the bar alone and he answered that he had had dinner with his girlfriend and his parents and that they’d kept bringing up marriage.

As the word marriage left his mouth you ordered two shots for him and pulled the stool next to you so he could sit. He ended up confessing that he liked Minzy but he didn’t see himself getting married to her. His confession didn’t come as a surprise for you as everyone always thought that their relationship was a strange one.

Wanting to leave the topic alone you asked for two more shots and toasted to complicated relationships, making light of the situation.

You ended up having a blast with him. You both got so drunk that you momentarily forgot all the problems that haunted you two.

You danced with him, you laughed with him, you even sang karaoke together. At the end of the night, you went to a store that was open late at night and he bought you cupcakes and birthday candles. You sat down at a park and he put the candles on a cupcake and sang you happy birthday.

Both of you ended up eating all the cupcakes and played on a playground like a bunch of five-year-olds. He pushed you on the swing, you went down the slide and you even played hide and seek. You didn’t think of him for even one second - you felt free.

When the sun was about to rise you both decided to go to the beach to watch the beautiful colours in the sky change. You sat in the sand side to side with the stars twinkling up above you but your eyes soon found comfort in his. From there it felt like a second went by until you were both naked and he was on top of you making you moan your problems away.

After that night you both agreed that it would be a one-time thing, as neither of you was planning on ending your relationships, despite the problems each one of you had. It was weird how you both decided to stay, but the unknown is much scarier than the known - even if the known is bad.

Eventually though, hard times came again and the warmth and comfort of his arms called to you like a flame called to a moth.

And so the one-time thing turned to a weird friends with benefits kind of deal. Whenever one of you needed the other the most, they would send the other a text and bang the problems away.

You had become much closer to him. The bond you’d created in misery had become some sort of light in all the darkness in your life, and he had become someone very special to you.

Though you would never admit it to anyone or even to yourself you kind of wished everything had been different and you had met him first. But fate wanted it to be this way, and now you were both stuck in bad relationships, too scared to get out when really you could just leave and be with each other.

So now here you were, riding him in your bed after Jin left for a week for a job he had in Paris.

“I’m almost there.” You moaned into his neck.

“Cum for me baby girl. Let me hear you scream.”

He buried his short nails on your ass in a demonstration of his nearing orgasm, in turn, triggering yours. “Oh Hobi.” You screamed so loud for him that you were sure the whole building had heard you.

Your tight walls clenching around him made him release his warm load inside you, both of you shivering from the sensations.

“That was amazing.” He said after he had recovered his breath. “You might’ve just woken up the whole building though, not that I’m complaining.” He gave a little smack on your ass to encourage you to get up, a teasing smile on his face.

“Hey, don’t blame the screamer blame the one who made me scream.” You removed yourself from on top of him and dropped dead on the bed while he got up to go to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When he returned he had a wet washcloth in his hands so he could clean you up.

“Aww don’t say that, you know I can’t help myself when I’m with you.” He interrupted the cleaning so he could give you a playful spank on your thigh.

“Ouch you hoe, that hurt.” You pinched him on his back and got up to get dressed as he finished what he was doing.

“So Y/N, are you going camping with us?” He laid back on your bed after putting his boxers back on.

Jin’s group of friends had this annual tradition of going camping for a week to this really beautiful place near a tiny lake with a waterfall - it was very romantic so, obviously, those who had girlfriends brought them along. This year, all of Jin’s six friends were in relationships so it was fair to say that you were going to have a very couple oriented time - whatever that meant.

Despite your relationship with Jin being on the edge of a cliff (no doubt ready to fall to the other side) you still wanted to go. You wanted to go because you liked hanging out with his friends, but mostly you wanted to go because you wanted to spend time with Hobi. You didn’t care if he’d bring his girlfriend along because her presence wouldn’t stop his warm and addicting light to irradiate your heart and make you feel like everything was going to be okay.

“Yeah, I’m really looking forward to it.” You plonked down next to him, giving him a big smile.

“Great! It wouldn’t be the same without you.” He tucked a stray hair behind your ear and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead.

For a moment your heart stopped. You didn’t know if he really meant those words - at least the way you wanted him to - but the truth was he had said them, and now your cheeks were burning up.

“Let’s get you to sleep.” He said after he realized what he had said to you. “You must be tired after all that exercise.” His usual playful tone was back.

“That's right because I have to do all the work around here.” You joked, knowing damn well that what you said wasn’t true.

Hobi placed his hand on his chest and faked a hurt expression. “You know damn well I can pound you to the mattress until you can't think straight!” You found it so cute the way he tried so hard to defend himself, even though he knew damn well you were joking. “Maybe next time I should make you ride me until your legs give out.” He wanted to threaten you but his little pout contradicted all his words.

“Uhmm, maybe you should. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about fucking someone’s brains out.” You poked your tongue out to assure him you were just kidding and that he most certainly could fuck your brains out.

“Alright, that's it!” Without giving you time to realize what was about to happen Hobi launched himself on top of you and started tickling you all over.

“No Hobi, stop!” You managed to say between all the laughing, tears already forming in your eyes. “Please!”

“Only if you take back what you said.”

“Okay, okay!” You tried to catch your breath as he stopped his attack on you, his eyes watching you closely. “You can more than fuck my brains out.”

“That’s more like it.” He said with a victorious smirk on his face. “Now, it’s time to go to sleep little Y/N.” He got off you and laid next to you, leaving a small kiss on your cheek.

“Good night Hobi.” You smiled to yourself as you felt his strong arms pulling you closer to a spooning position.

“Good night.” You couldn’t see him, but you were sure by his voice that he was also smiling, and that made you happy.

Two weeks had passed and the day of the trip had finally arrived. You were supposed to leave at 10 AM, but you were so excited that you woke up at 6 AM, thus not being able to have much sleep.

Jin was still asleep when you got up to take a quick shower and make breakfast. You wanted to be ready just in time to sit down on the little table you had on your balcony and watch the sunrise as you satisfy your hungry stomach. Your building was right next to the beach, and your balcony was facing the sea, so you had a very privileged view of all the sunsets and sunrises. You even went as far as boasting to everybody you knew that your balcony was the best spot in the whole world to watch the colours of the sky change.

Though it was really early the weather was really nice outside, perfect for enjoying your morning coffee in your TARDIS mug.

You sat there and observed as you calmly ate your pancakes, too immersed in the beauty of the scenery to notice the tall man joining you.

“Am I that terrible of a company that you have to wake up early to have your breakfast?” Jin said as he stole the piece of pancake on your fork.

“Hey! Has it occurred to you that maybe it's because you're a food stealer?” You said glaring at him.

He chuckled. “Couldn't sleep?” He gave you a soft smile as he drank a sip from your coffee.

“No. I was so excited about the trip that I woke earlier and decided to come and watch the sunrise.” As soon as you mentioned the trip the whole atmosphere changed, his smile slowly fading from his face. “What about you? Did I wake you up?”

“No, I woke up with a call.” And as soon as he said the word ‘call’ you knew exactly why his smile had faded.

“What call?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“My manager…” his eyes avoided yours like the plague. “He said I got a job in Milan. I have to stay there for a week and I have to leave today.”

You scoffed. It was all you could manage to do because of course, he would bale out last minute. Of course, his manager had called. Of fucking course. It didn't even affect you that much at this point, to be honest. The truth was you were sick of it, and you didn't care if he had a job or a date with his lover, you were still going to go.

“I’m sorry Y/N…,” he said in response to your silence. “I know how much you wanted to go camping.”

“Wanted? I’m still going.” You said nonchalantly.

“By yourself? To an all couples trip?” He sounded incredulous, like if it was some sort of rule to have to be in a couple to be able to go.

“Yep. Any problem with that?” If before your voice had a tone of indifference, now it was laced with poison. You were tired of having him tie you down. What, did he think you were going to stay behind just because he wasn't going to go? Screw him.

“N-no, it's just that you'd be alone.” He was intimidated. He wasn't used to you not complying and let him walk all over you.

“Well, let's be real here Jin. We both know that truth is that I'm always alone. But this time, I won't be alone. I'd have my friends.” And there it was. You had filled yourself with venom and now you had bitten him. It felt good, to be honest.

“Your friends? Who? Because last time I checked they were all my friends.”

“For your information, your friends have been better friends to me than my own fucking boyfriend.” You weren't really the type of person to scream, but that's exactly what you were doing right now.

“Oh yeah? Who?”

“Hobi.” There, you said it. You could care less if he found out you had been screwing him at this point.

“Hobi? What have you been fucking him? Is that why you want to go so badly?” He was furious now, the veins on his neck popping out.

“What do you care? It's not like you're not fucking other people behind my back.” His eyes opened wide - he wasn't expecting you to already know. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

“Y/N…” His eyes were washed with guilt, but you didn't want his guilt. You didn't want his excuses. You didn't want this relationship. You didn't want him.

“No Jin. I'm sick of this. I'm tired of being used and being taken for granted by you. I'm tired of feeling like my feelings don't matter, like I don't matter.” You stared at each other for a moment. Him taking in the way he had made you feel and you gravelling in how good it felt to finally tell him those things. “That's why I have to do this.” You got up and went straight to your room to pick your things up, Jin following you.

“Y/N where are you going?”

“Camping.” You said as you picked up some last minute things you hadn't packed yet for the trip.

“But it's too early yet. Please stay here, let's talk about this.” He followed you around the room like a lost puppy.

“No Jin. I have to get out. I have to leave this house and get away from you. That's what I need to do for myself.”

“What are you saying?” Of all the times you had imagined this situation you had never thought he would even care, but the look on his face right now told you otherwise.

“You know exactly what I'm saying Jin. It's over.”

“Hey look, there's Y/N!” You could hear the voices of Jin’s friends coming near you. “Wow, you got here early. You guys already put up your tent and everything.” Jimin said pointing at it.

“Yeah, I was so excited that I came early.” You smiled widely at them - the signs of your turbulent morning gone.

“Hey, but where's Jin?” Hobi asked, making your heart clench.

“Oh, he's coming in a couple of days. His mother needed some help in the restaurant.” This excuse would only last a couple of days, but it would have to do. You'd think of something else later. You just didn't want them to know the truth and pity you. You didn't want to ruin the trip, you just wanted to enjoy the peace this place offered you.

“Ahh, that's a shame. Who's gonna tell us lame jokes tonight?” Taehyung asked.

“Don't worry babe, I brought a mirror. If you want a lame joke you can just look at it.” His girlfriend playfully said making the whole group laugh. The whole group except for Hobi - he was staring right at you with an indecipherable look on his face. You feared he had seen right through your lie and would confront you about it, but luckily he didn’t say anything.

Finally breaking up with Jin made you feel so free that you felt you were enjoying this camping trip so much more than if he was there. You felt like you were reborn, no longer that girl that was too afraid to come out of her comfort zone and stand up for herself, but a woman that didn't let anyone walk all over her and felt free to do and say whatever she wanted.

You started to interact more with Jin’s friends and their girlfriends. You had deep conversations with Namjoon about life in general, you talked with Yoongi about music (as you found out he was a music producer), you went swimming with Hobi and Jimin and you played card games with Jungkook and Taehyung. Their girlfriends were very nice to you; they never let you be on your own and always tried their best to integrate you in their own little group. But as much as you loved talking to them the conversation would eventually always lead to the topic you least want to talk about at the moment - boyfriends. You had no idea how you’d done it, but you had always managed to avoid their questions about yours and Jin’s relationship. At first, you were a little worried they’d be on to you and figure that something was wrong, but they were so busy boasting about their perfect relationships that they didn’t notice one little thing.

It was the night of the second day though and you had to find an excuse for Jin’s absence quick or they would find out that something was wrong and bombard you with worries and questions you didn't feel like answering.

It was a beautiful warm summer night but it was late and everyone had already gone back to their tents - everyone but you. Well, you went to your tent when everybody went to theirs but you couldn't for the life of you fall asleep (courtesy of your lack of an excuse for Jin’s absence) and so you went to take a swim in the beautiful lake that was 5 minutes away from the location of your tents.

The light of the full moon reflected on the water created a beautiful scenery, worthy of an award-winning picture or a painting that a millionaire would pay an absurd amount of money to have hanging in his living room.

You removed your clothes and threw them god knows where - you wanted to feel the sensation of the water hugging your whole body as you swam. You entered slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of the water travelling up your body, then, once you were deep enough, you completely submerged yourself. It felt good to be completely underwater, it was like you were surrounded by calmness, like no stress could get to you. You stayed under until your lungs were screaming for oxygen, begging for you to save yourself from death.

For a brief moment, you wondered what would Jin think if you died. Would he feel guilty? Would he feel sad? Would he miss you? Would he cry? And then you realized that you didn't really care what he would think or how he would feel, for there was only one person whose feelings really mattered to you right now - Hobi.

You didn't really believe in fate or coincidences, but as soon as his bright and warm smile popped up in your head you felt someone dragging you to the surface. You opened your eyes and saw him; his worried face a pure contrast to the happy and smiley one you had just envisioned.

“Y/N are you okay?!”

He kept grabbing your face to check if you were alright, and in that precise moment, you realized how stupid you have been all along. You kept on running after Jin like a lost puppy when right in front of you was a man that really cared for you and made you feel good. So you started laughing at your own stupidity.

“Why are you laughing? Did you get brain damage from being under for too long?” He was damn serious. He was inspecting every little inch of you to make sure you were fine, and your heart warmed at his actions.

“Hobi, I'm fine.” You gave him a reassuring smile so he would stop worrying.

“What happened? I saw you go in but then you didn't come out.”

“Were you spying on me? I was naked you pervert!” You hit him playfully on the shoulder.

“It's not like I haven't seen you naked before!” He blushed a little bit, making you smile in return. ”And I wasn't spying on you, I just couldn't sleep and came here for a swim.”

“Okay, I’ll believe in you.” You winked in an exaggerated manner so he would know that you didn’t buy what he was saying.

“But what happened? I was worried.”

“Nothing Hobi, it just felt so good being under water that I was trying to see how long I could stay there.”

“On your own? What if something had happened? What if you had drowned Y/N? Do you know how worried I was when I saw you weren’t coming out?” There it was again in his voice - the worry.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry Hobi. I promise I won’t do it again.” You gave him a small kiss on the cheek as compensation for making him worry so much.

“So what were you doing up this late? Couldn’t sleep?”

“No, I kept tossing and turning and then I thought it was too much of a perfect night to waste it on sleeping, so...here I am.” You smiled at him and splashed water in his face like a playful child.

“You look very happy. Is that all because Jin is coming tomorrow?”

And then you felt the air get heavy. You didn’t want to talk about him, you didn’t even want to think about him, but you couldn’t lie to Hobi anymore. You had to tell him the truth.

“Hoseok, Jin isn’t coming tomorrow.”

“He isn’t? Then when is he coming?”

“Never. I lied.”

“What do you mean you lie-. He stood you up again didn’t he?” The moonlight reflected on his brown eyes allowed you to see just how dark they suddenly got. And you were not gonna lie, you liked that he got so affected by the fact that Jin had stood you up.

“Yes.”

“Fuck, I swear I’m gonna kill him. Where did he go to this time?”

“Milan.”

“Milan huh?” He scoffed, his eyes looking up at the moon and then back to your eyes. “When is he gonna realize that there’s no better place to be than by your side?” His hand reached to cup your cheek making you blush.

“Hoseok…”

“No Y/N. When is he gonna realize that you deserve so much better than what he is giving you?” His eyes stared at you with such intensity that you felt your entire being burn up. He was trying to tell you something, something that he couldn’t quite say in words but that both of you felt.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I-”

“What? How could you not care?! Y/N-”

Not being able to shut him up you pressed your lips to his, making the little butterflies in your stomach start flying around. “I thought you’d never shut up, I’ve been trying to tell you something.”

“What?”

“I broke up with Jin.” He looked adorable with his eyes and mouth opened wide. So adorable that you just wanted to kiss him nonstop. “I got tired of being treated like trash, and I finally realized what I wanted - who I wanted.”

“And...who is that?” Part of you was telling you that his question came from a place of pure curiosity and nothing else. But the other part, the part that was giving you the courage to say and act on your feelings, was telling you that he wanted to know if he was the focus of your desires.

“Do I need to spell it out?” You put both arms around his neck and glued your naked body to his clothed one. “It’s you silly. I want you.”

You had the silliest of smiles on your face, typical of those who are madly in love, and though it took him a while to reciprocate it he eventually did. When he smiled nothing could compare to it. The moonlight that illuminated you both had become dull and the stars above you had faded out. His smile was the only thing that mattered, and just like the stars guided people through the years his smile was now guiding you to his lips.

The way he kissed you was so sweet and soft, almost like if he was afraid you were going to break at any moment. Not long after he slowly broke the kiss and looked at you with adoration in his eyes while his fingers caressed your cheeks. “Is this real? Do you really want me?”

You nodded your head ‘yes’ and intertwined your fingers with his. “And you? Do you want me?”

“Of course I do! You’re all I’ve ever wanted, all I’ve ever dreamed of. I can’t tell you how many times I wished that you liked me the way I liked you and that we could be together.” He finished off his sentence by kissing your knuckles.

“Hobi…” You felt so happy that you though your heart could burst, but this one question still remained in your head. “But what about Minzy?”

“She’ll understand, she’s as unhappy in this farce of a relationship as I am.” He took you in for a moment before he spoke again. “But enough talking, I need to have you now.” He had barely said his last words and his mouth was already attached to yours, giving you no time to breathe.

“Come with me.” He took your hand and guided you to some big rocks near the waterfall. Hobi made you sit on one particular big rock with a little formation that allowed you to sit comfortably as if you were on a chair. “You can’t imagine how many times for the last couple of days I imagined fucking you on this rock right here.” His arms locked you inside his personal space, making you his prey. His lips started working on your neck, making your nipples perk up and tiny little bumps form all over your skin.

“Then why don’t we turn that fantasy into a reality?” You ran your hands down his defined abs until you reached the edge of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. “Take these clothes off. I wanna feel you bare against me.”

Answering to your commands, he quickly leaned on the rock to support him while he removed the rest of his clothes. His cock was so hard that you couldn’t help yourself but to grab his head and start pumping him up and down, making his breath hitch.

“Fuuuck...I swear you’ll be the death of me.” His hand slid down your torso to meet your clit, starting to rub circles on it.

Heat was spreading through your body like wildfire, your whole body arching towards his, and your head tilting backwards, exposing your neck to his hungry mouth once more. His lips latched on to your skin and started leaving a trail of marks down to your breasts. You thought he would stop there and come back up, but oh boy were you wrong. You looked down at him and watched as he smirked against your skin and took a big breath before he submerged himself underwater.

“Hobi what are you d-” the fingers that were working on your nub were swapped by his smooth tongue making you moan out his name.

That fucking tongue. Holy fuck. He was licking you up and down and around your clit, teasing you mercilessly. But when he started to suck on your little bundle of nerves, holy fuck did you go crazy. It was like you were his oxygen supply and he was hanging on to you for dear life.

Even though he was driving you to pure insanity, and you wished he would never stop, the amount of time he had been underwater was starting to worry you. “Hobi, come back for air.” You tried to pull him up but your whole body malfunctioned as he inserted his finger inside your hole.

“F-fuck.” He was going at full speed now, a second finger joining in on the fun. He wanted you to cum undone, and he wasn’t gonna stop even if he ran out of oxygen. That thought alone was driving you further into the edge, but it wasn’t until you started pinching your nipples that you came - and you could swear you had never cum so hard in your life.

Upon driving you to your release, Hobi emerged from the water out of breath. “Baby, are you fucking crazy?” You said, panting hard. “You could have fucking drowned!”

“Dying while you cum on my mouth?” His face came near yours, his eyes looked determined, and his whole aura seemed red with lust. “While your cunt tightens around my fingers wishing it was my cock stretching it out?” He was now whispering in your ear while the tip of his member met your swollen nub for the first time tonight. “Sign me the fuck up.”

You had just cum, but fuck if his words didn’t make you want to cum again. And as an answer to your wishes, he started rubbing his dick up and down your pussy, making moan again.

“Moan my name baby girl. Moan my name as I fill you up with my cock.” He scraped his teeth on your neck as he slipped inside of you, making you comply with his wishes.

“Hobi-” The way he fitted inside of you was just like two puzzle pieces put together. You didn’t know if you were just that needy for it, or if it was because you were finally free to be together, but you felt that tonight he felt even better than before. “You feel so good.”

He captured your lips and started kissing you very passionately, his hips starting to gradually thrust harder and harder. “You’re so fucking addicting I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”

“Lucky for you I don’t want you to ever stop.” You nuzzled your head in his neck and started to leave your own marks. He was your man now and you’d be damned if you were gonna let anyone take him away from you.

His whole body shivered in reaction, and he started pounding into you so hard you couldn’t even guess that he was fucking you underwater. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum. Milk me dry.”

You didn’t need him to tell you twice, the whole essence of the moment making you come crashing down - your release prompting him to cum inside you.

“I’ll never get tired of making you cum.” You smiled as a response, your cheeks red with sudden shame. Hobi noticed this and held your burning cheeks and kissed you on your forehead. “I’ll also never get tired of that.”

“Of what?”

“Watching you smile.” His thumb was running back and forth on your cheek in a soothing motion. “I’ve watched you cry way more than I’ve watched you smile - a genuine smile at least - and I promise you right now that I’ll do anything in my power to always make you smile because you deserve it. You deserve that and so much more.”

“Hobi…”

Not being able to hold in the emotion a tear started running down your face. He moved his thumb and softly wiped your tear away. “No more crying. I promise you.”

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