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ravcns · 1 year

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Runaway

Batfam x batsis!reader

info: growing up in the spotlight does some damage especially when you can’t catch a break, reader was adopted by bruce and this takes place in the last year of highschool

F/F/P = favorite food place

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Four girls walked together being escorted by a few staff members, flashing lights from students holding up their phones went off. The tallest one shielded the shorter girl’s face from the cameras until they arrived at the principals office. “Thank you Marie.” The girl smiled, “No problem. Is your dad coming or is he in some fancy conference?” She asked you, causing a laugh to escape from you. “He cant even make it to dinner I doubt he would make it to this.” You told her as the four of you sat in different chairs. “I wish my parents were chill my mom is going to kill me.” Camilla said, hugging her legs to her chest. “You’re so lucky that your dad never bothers you Y/N.” You forced a smile, “Yeah.”

Time seemed to move slow in the office. Nobody spoke to the girls, making them more nervous. The secretary that everybody knew was hooking up with their principal even though he was a married man would give them dirty looks every few minutes. Her name was Cheryl and she was one of the people who always managed to get your friend group in trouble, trying to get into the principal’s good graces. Eventually one by one each girl was called in until it was you. Your heart broke at the sight of Loralei coming out crying and her mom dropping a smile, immediately yelling at her in french. The secretary came out “Y/N Wayne.” She called your name with distaste. “L/N.” You said standing up and following her to the office.

The principal, Mr. Anderson, sat at his desk with a grim expression. “Take a seat Miss Wayne, you can leave Cheryl.” The old door creaked as it closed. “Miss Wayne-” “L/N.” You corrected him. “Miss L/N, are you aware of the trouble that you are in?” Then he continued, “Here at Gotham Academy we have a reputation to uphold. It seems you continuously try to tarnish that even though you come from a good background.” “Just because some rich dude adopts a kid does not mean they had a good background.” You said those last two words sarcastically. “Your father hasn’t answered any of our calls. Do you have a second contact that we can inform of the situation to come down here?” Mr. Anderson asked. You didn’t want to call the golden child but your first option was legally dead. “Dick Grayson, I’ll write down his number.” You tuned everything out when he called your brother.

Three knocks rang out before Mr. Anderson spoke, “Come in.” “I have Mr. Grayson here.” Cheryl informed him. You wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear. The uniform you had on felt suffocating. “Mr. Anderson, Hi.” Dick greeted, taking the seat next to you. He looked at you weirdly which you couldn’t understand why until you inhaled the scent on your clothes.“Thank you for being here on such short notice.” Mr. Anderson shuffled some papers in front of him. “Y/N was among a group of girls who were caught by a staff member skipping classes in the girls lockeroom.” “Don’t you guys usually give detention for these things?” Dick asked, hoping you weren’t participating in the activity that caused the smell. “Mr. Grayson this isn’t her first offense. That’s not all they were also smoking the female staff member who walked in caught your sister with this.” He took your cart out to show him. Dick sighed, “What’s the punishment?” “We can kick her out of the school and this will be on her permanent record. It would make it quite difficult for Y/N to attend another school up to these standards.” He paused for a second as an idea crossed his mind, “$200 for this incident to be erased and for her to keep attending. This deal will be void if she manages to break the rules again during the last three months of school.” Dick took the deal and grabbed your arm, dragging you out of your seat.

The ride home was quiet until he parked in the driveway. “How old are you now?” He asked sarcastically, resting his hands on the steering wheel. “18.” “You need to act your age I don’t know what’s going on but what you pulled today was stupid. What would have happened if he wasn’t greedy? You wouldn’t be able to get into any colleges with that on your record.” You stared out the window at the suddenly intimidating house, “I’m getting suspended from patrol aren’t I?” You knew it was pointless asking, once Bruce heard about what had happened today you would be lucky if you were only suspended for awhile. “Just go inside.” Dick said, not meeting your eyes. So you did what he told you. As soon as you were out the front door you saw him through the windshield looking upset then he pulled out the driveway, quickly speeding off.

The house seemed empty you just locked the door and went up to your room, finally checking your phone. There was an active facetime call in your friends group chat so you joined. They all greeted you then Loralei asked, “So what happened?” You took a seat at your desk before speaking, “That greedy bitch wanted a bribe and my brother had to pay him.” “So that’s why he said it was taken care of and wouldn’t be on our record they had you pay.” Camila stated, clearly disgusted. “Way to take one for the team.” Marie joked. “I don’t even want to be here right now. When Bruce finds out what happened I am screwed.” You were afraid of what could happen then again how does somebody go from being an unwanted 17 year old in an orphanage to some famous potential heir to a company. Suddenly the group chat with all your siblings started going crazy. Then a phone call from crowbar chomper came in. “Hold on my brother is calling me.” You accepted it, “Hello.” “My dear sister it seems that you have gotten into some trouble.” Jason said. The sound of wind could be heard in the background so you assumed he was on his motorcycle. “Yes it appears that way.” He laughed, “If you want to lay low for the weekend come to my apartment. I already spoke to Roy he’s cool with it.” The offer was tempting so you took it. “Sounds good, I’ll pack a bag.” “Roy will be there in ten minutes. We planned to kidnap you if you didn’t say yes.” Jason informed you, causing a smile to grace your face for the first time that day. “Love you too.” You said. “I’ll see you later Cliff jumper.” He said then hung up. The name came from the amount of times you have been thrown off of a cliff or just even high places in general. You finished packing your bag then grabbed your backup cart.

Time passed quickly and soon Roy called you. “I’m out front.” He said. “I’ll be down in a sec.” You hung up then left your room. However on the couch downstairs was Damian. “L/N, making your escape?” He words held distaste, which was new. You and him got along pretty well since he was only a year younger than you. “Yes and I would appreciate it if you don’t tell Bruce until he realizes it.” You explained, hoping he would agree. “Okay.” Damian looked like he wanted to say something but just went back to looking at his phone, probably texting Rachel. You quickly walked out the front door, jumping in Roy’s car. “Wanna stop and get food? We have to go grocery shopping tomorrow morning.” He told you. “Sure, can we get something from F/F/P?” You asked. “Sounds good.”

At the apartment you two sat on the stools in front of the counter, talking about the most random things. The topic of father figures came up. “Does it ever get easier?” You asked him. Roy took a sip of his drink then answered, “Sometimes, other times shit can happen. You can still fix things you know? You haven’t even spoken to Bruce yet.” “He is always in some fucking meeting even when I finally see him he just suspends me for a week or two. It’s like I’m just something he quickly tries to deal with and then ignore it until there is a problem again.” You explained to him. “Kid you still got years to figure this stuff out, but you will.” He took a bite of his food then spoke after he finished chewing, “And hey maybe the family dynamic just isn’t working, it’s not your fault. The Batgirl mantle can become something else.” Suddenly you weren’t interested in your food anymore. “I can see it but that’s the problem, I don’t know who I am if i’m not her. Everyone else who had the title did so much but I keep making mistakes.” Roy had this knowing look on his face. “Your 18 now I say let Bruce suspend Batgirl, pick up a new mantle, and figure it out from there. Or you could start a regular life who knows, it may do wonders.”

The front door opened and Jason walked in, taking a seat across from you. “So what are we talking about?” He asked. “I think it’s time this bat flew the cave.” Roy said. “Now that sounds like a plan.” Jason stated, stealing some of your food. You picked up your phone to see the time, they would all be out on patrol right now. You took the time to update your friends, choosing the larger group chat first; arkham escapees. They thought you faced the wrath of Bruce. Once being informed of what happened Eunwoo complained, “Who’s going to set me up with her hot brother now.” When asked who he meant the junior replied with, “All of them.” But then also added how he hoped you were okay and didn’t get sent off to some reform school upstate New york or some rural midwest one. You sent a quick text, “guys i am ok i didn’t see bruce yet i’m staying w my brother at his place 🫡.” Then you checked the news. Jason and Roy talking to one another while you scrolled. Texts came in from your friends Kim, Callan, Thalia, Jake, Evan, and Naomi. “next thing you know they got her on the news as a runaway.” Naomi joked. “#FREE Y/N 2023.” Jake said. “retweet” Thalia replied. “Ok but what if the news actually does coverage on this?” Eunwoo asked. “Don’t speak that into existence smh.” Kim told him.

Suddenly your phone started ringing and you threw it down on the table. Jason took a look at who was calling and said, “Just answer it they can track your phone so they know your here.” You turned you phone off, Taking out your personal one that you have under an account with a fake id. You texted the other gc they had with this number. “ou she’s on her burner phone guys.” Camila said. “it’s an iphone 12 pro goodbye.” you told them. “Since when did you have that? Jason asked. “Around six months after I moved in.” You replied.

It was 11:00pm and you were growing tired. Jason noticed and said, “Take my room I will take the couch.” “No it’s fine I can sleep on the couch.” You said. “Y/N, I will put you in there and board up the door. There’s enough granola bars to last you a month and the bathroom is connected to there so you will be good.” He joked. “Okay Okay I’ll take the bed. Goodnight.” You got up and grabbed your bag and went to the room. It was very clean which surprised you but then again, they usually were sleeping at their safe houses or on missions somewhere. The group chat had a call going for an hour or two then you told them goodnight and left to try and sleep. Unlike other things today, sleep came easy for you.

Someone was banging on the front door. You texted the group chat to see who was awake. “bitch someone is at my brothers front door knocking like crazy.” Evan responded immediately, “prob eunwoo tryna get his man.” “I know I thirst over her brothers but keep in mind me and Drew are dating plus we both do so it’s okay.” His text was followed by a picture of him and his partner together on the couch, Drew holding up a picture of Tim and Dick. “tim is literally 20 and dick is even older also how does this help nobody seems to have woken up do i go check.” You texted. “everything aside i think your family probably sent the search party by now.” Drew said, they were being realistic so you decided to get up to go check. “wish me luck.” You sent your last text.

The apartment was dark, dimly lit by the street lights from outside and the moon. You kept your footsteps quiet and checked the peephole. Out of all people you did not expect him. You texted the group chat, “speak of the devil and he shall appear it was tim guys.” “Then who’s place are you at? I thought Dick lived in Bludhaven.” Drew asked. Time to play sibling roulette. You typed up a response, “at dukes place with his friend.” The knocking started up again. This time Jason woke up asking, “Who’s at the door?” “Tim.” You told him. “I’ll answer it go to the room.” He told you, instead you stood in the hallway by the two bedrooms out of site. Roy opened his door, rubbing his eyes, “Do you know what time-” You shushed him, “Tim is here keep it down I wanna eavesdrop.” Jason opened the door, “How much coffee did you drink that you had to come here at four in the morning?” “Y/N didn’t come home and never responded to our group chat. I know she’s here.” Tim said. Jason pretended to be annoyed, “She left yesterday a little bit before midnight, sorry.” He went to close the door. “So you wouldn’t mind if I took a look around?” The younger one asked. Roy came up with an idea, opening his bedroom door so you could go in then he normally walked up to them. “What’s going on I’m trying to sleep.” You could tell Roy stayed here more often based on the state of his room. “Jason I’m tired and don’t feel like playing games, where is she?” Tim asked again. Roy started talking and trying to sympathize with him by saying, “I understand how worried you all must be. I’ll shoot Y/N a text seeing if she wants to hang out to see if she responds.”

Two figures stepped out, one on each side of Tim. Dick and Damian. Dick pushed the door further open and walked inside, looking around. The other two followed. “Tim stay here with them, Damian check Roy’s bedroom I will check Jason’s. It sounded like people were getting closer and you looked around. There wasn’t much hiding space and you knew you were being irrational at this point. You just did not want to go back there right now so you hid in a stupid place, the closet. Footsteps could be heard in the bedroom you had accepted your fate by now. The closet door opened, “You know you could have left through the window.” He said. “Wanna do me a favor?” You asked. “No, father is actually extremely upset about the stunt you pulled in school.” Damian told you, grabbing your arm to get you out of the closet. “Sorry.” He said.

The three men in the entry way looked up when Damian and you came into view. “Thought she wasn’t here?” Dick sarcastically questioned. “Can we go now? I want to sleep.” Tim stated. Jason and Roy looked at you sympathetically as they your siblings escorted you out and to the car. After being on the road for awhile in silence Dick spoke up, “B said he will talk to you after the gala tomorrow.” You had forgotten all about that event. Once again when Dick dropped everyone he sped away very quickly. When you all walked in everyone parted ways. They didn’t even look at you. In your room you changed into fluffy pants and a hoodie then left to go to Cass’ room. Reaching the outside of her room the door opened sometimes you are still surprised by how easily she senses someone being there. She let you in and you cried in her arms. There were many nights like this where your sister comforted you even without saying much, “It will be okay sleep now.” You were almost sorry that you planned on leaving once school ended but decided to push that thought away, falling into a dreamless sleep.

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dreadsuitsamus · 7 months

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Study Buddy | Renji Abarai x Reader |

author's note: i came up with this idea a little while back while talking with @yeowangies and i finally actually wrote it lol

pairing: renji abarai x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, no explicit smut but there is nudity and the intentions are very clear, renji and reader are students at the shinigami academy

"Your Kidō is awful." Your observation isn't exactly breaking news, though it irks Renji to hear it all the same as his lips flatten into a tight line.

"Thanks." He says finally, pouting at the remains of what was next to the intended target of his Shakkahō.

Your little sigh serves to dishearten him further and he kicks at the singed wood his misguided Shakkahō destroyed. Renji's brilliant in all other aspects of the academy, and it's true that he doesn't have to be a Kidō master to join the Gotei 13, unlike your expectations to join the Kidō Corps, but you'd certainly feel better about your friend's chances as a living, breathing Shinigami if his Kidō improved to more than a hardly passable level.

"Go on, show me how it's done!" Renji plops down beside you, gesturing to his untouched target. You're a goddamn master, it's absolutely certain you'll be a high-ranking Shinigami by the end of your career.

"Renji." You murmur to your classmate, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. He's been strung out since Rukia's sudden exit from the academy, and with the upcoming Kidō exam that'll threaten his spot at the top of the class, he's been much snippier than usual.

The redhead shrugs you off, staring a hole into the wall with a deathly glare. Hurt penetrates your chest, only a tad, and you push up onto your feet and level a neat, textbook-perfect, enchantless Shakkahō to the target. The Reiryoku in you is even, controlled and tight and made for Kidō, whereas with Renji, his talent lies in strength and power that overwhelms, rather than outsmarts. Renji scoffs behind you, frustration pushing his lips in a permanent frown as his brows draw together.

"Let's try something else." You turn to him, the gears in your head turning as you consider your options. He'll never get it right with this frustration caking his mind; a distraction may just work.

His dark eyes flick your way, squinting as he contemplates what in the world you've come up with. You're a crafty little minx on the regular and he can never get a read on you, no matter how hard he tries. "What did you have in mind?"

"Come with me." Your smile breaks his sulky reverie just a bit, and his lips crack upwards just a tad as he follows you away from the academy grounds.

Your dorm apartment is nice, and the bit of nepotism that's been sprinkled on you by your family's own connections has afforded you something quiet and perfect for your plan for this study session. "Let's just start on the incantations, okay? Getting those right goes a long way. No Reiryoku required."

Renji puffs out a bored sigh, leaning against the plush cushion of the armchair he usually claims as his own whenever he's invited over. "Fine."

"C'mon, lighten up." Setting down the cup of tea you've brewed, you take your place on the loveseat across from him. "Recite the incantation for Shakkahō."

Renji groans, hiding his face in his hands. The spell itself is useful, though not particularly strong. Most Shinigami shouldn't need the incantation for a powerful strike, yet he can't even fire the move off correctly for even a weak blast. "This is torture."

"This is how you pass with top marks, Renji! Forgo the pride for a little bit and just do it. This is the easy part!"

Red in the face, Renji screws his eyes shut and begins to grumble out the incantation. "Ye lord, mask of blood and flesh… all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man. Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south. Hadō #33. Shakkahō."

"See? Told you it was easy." You slip the sash of your uniform off, draping it over the back of the couch as Renji opens his eyes again.

"The incantations were never the problem. It's always been using them where I struck out."

"Your pride won't let you utter the incantation spell, and your lack of control is what forces it to spiral like it does. Master it now, in academy, and when you graduate and join the Gotei 13, it'll be behind you. Isn't that what you're after?"

His cheeks are as crimson as your uniform at your scolding, flushed with embarrassment at this whole thing. You're right, obviously, but it's still hard to accept. "Of course it is."

"Then recite the incantation for Sōkatsui for me, please." Your eyes catch his, and you find it difficult to truly focus on the task at hand when his deep voice and soft-looking lips curl around each word of the spell.

Renji frowns, confusion warping his brow to raise as the fabric of your uniform slips past your shoulders and pools down to your waist, leaving you in your undershirt and trousers now. That's twice now you've stripped a bit of your uniform away: what are you up to?

"Bakudō #9. Geki."

Renji swipes his thumb over his bottom lip, the words that activate the spell alluding him as his eyes begin appreciating the curve of your breast in that shirt. It's not often he's seen you in anything but your academy uniform, and he's quickly warming to the idea of whatever you're up to.

"Disintegrate…" Renji frowns, his eyes clouding as you tease your finger along the neckline of the undershirt, giving a proper yet brief glimpse of the cleavage beneath. He bites his lip, losing himself in the perverse nature he tries to hide.

Panic rises in him as you begin to raise the overshirt of your uniform and it starts slipping back up to your shoulders, concealing the very thing he's trying to get a better look of: you. "H-Hey! Cut it out!"

You pause, gazing at him through your lashes with a sultry grin. "Bakudō #9. Geki."

"Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and then claw out your own throat! Bakudō #9. Geki!" He's never spoken so quickly in his entire life.

You quite enjoy the desperation in his voice, in his body even as he tenses up in the prayers that he's done it right, that you'll reveal everything you've teased to him. He's warm beneath the layers of his academy uniform, the thrumming of his heart vibrating his entire body in wicked anticipation— he's never studied like this before, that's for damn sure.

You allow the fabric to fall again, and now you stand, hooking your thumbs into the red trousers the academy assigned you upon entry. You've certainly got his attention now, showing off the thin lines of your panties hugging your hips, and you'd laugh if not for the fear that it'd break Renji's concentration. "I see you've got a new appreciation for studying Kidō now?"

"Oh, I definitely appreciate somethin'." Renji's fingers itch and his husky voice sends a thrill down your spine as he bunches the fabric of his trousers to satiate even the slightest bit of the desire his bones harbor. To not leap across this room and jump you takes all of his control as a man, but as a gentleman he refrains: it's all about consent, and right now he's only got permission to look.

"Then give me another incantation. Surprise me. Impress me."

Those warm, brown eyes shut as he thinks as hard as he can, roaming every inch of his brain for the perfect spell to make you proud of him, and just as importantly, strip down even more for him.

"Renji…" You purr and step towards him, caging him in with one knee on either side of his lithe frame while your hands slowly work your undershirt over your tummy, stopping just below your otherwise bare breasts and pressing the soft, curvaceous, tempting flesh against him.

The much taller man shakes beneath you, feeling crushed by your breast on his chest while also light as air and flying freely into the abyss of no return, his long fingers gripping your baggy trousers as his pleading eyes shine at you like a sinner begging for salvation. "I can't…" He whispers, tugging and kneading the bright crimson of your uniform.

"You can." You coo gently, leveling your lips to his ear to whisper nothing but filth to him. "All I need is one spell, Abarai, and it's all yours. Don't you want to see my breasts? Or touch them?"

A bead of sweat trickles down, starting at the pulsing vein in his temple and all the way down his slender, seized jaw and neck. Kidō is not his strong suit, you know this— how can you expect a miracle from him?? There's a loud, resounding tick pounding at his skull; whether it's a clock or bomb is unknown to him. But the end result is largely the same either way: no Kidō, no titties.

"Seeping crest of turbidity, arrogant vessel of lunacy, boil forth and deny! Grow numb and flicker! Disrupt sleep! Crawling queen of iron! Eternally self-destructing doll of mud! Unite! Repulse! Fill with soil and know your own powerlessness! Hadō #90. Kurohitsugi!"

Where the hell did he learn that one?? He doesn't have a prayer of ever performing it; I may never be able to do it!

"You certainly know your way around a shirt." You hum into his ear before pulling back only so far, your nimble fingers quickly raising the hem of your shirt up and off entirely, and oh if the way Renji's eyes bulge out of his head upon viewing your bare breasts could be caught on film, your ego would be satiated for a century.

"Woah…" The stupid, lopsided grin on his lips makes way for his tongue darting out to wet them, and his eyes can't decide which breast to focus on as they flick back and forth so quickly, you're not sure how he's actually seeing anything.

"Do you want to touch?" You play with his hair absentmindedly, twirling a few thick, crimson locks around your fingers as you inch your chest just a little closer to his face, tempting him to take a bite.

"C-Can I?!"

"Sure. If—" You pull back, hands on your chest to sully his otherwise perfect view. Even with the loose uniform you can see the raging boner beneath his clothes, and it's difficult not to give in to your own desires and have that aching, eager cock inside of you now. But this is all to help Renji pass the Kidō exam, after all, so you'll have to allow patience to grace you this time. "You pass that exam."

Two weeks later, you're met with a very smug classmate at your door, holding up a paper boldly declaring his barely but acceptable passing grade.

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bloodgulchblog · 1 year

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Hi!! Ok sorry for the mammoth question I’m about to ask but you’re super knowledgeable on Halo stuff and I need help- sorry if I don’t word things well my brain is having a day

Ok so I’m writing a Spartan character and I can’t find too much on the specifics of how they were trained. I’m trying to determine what kind of trauma would come out of being beaten into a Spartan, especially the IIs and IIIs.

Basically trying to figure out what kinda trauma they have/how bad it is so I can roadmap my character’s recovery yknow

*CRACKS MY KNUCKLES*

You came to the right nerd. This is pretty much like throwing a kong ball full of peanut butter into my enclosure. This post is gigantic and I had so much fun.

If you want to read it directly for yourself, you're looking for Nylund's Halo books. The Fall of Reach covers the Spartan-IIs, and Ghosts of Onyx covers the Spartan-IIIs. I'd happily recommend either of those, they're well-liked Halo novels for a reason. Ghosts does work pretty well on its own if you want to focus on the IIIs, but it benefits from having read Fall first. (...And First Strike, but I will contain myself.)

If you want IVs, which are very different because they were selected and augmented as adults with military experience, your options are New Blood by Forbeck or the comic Initiation. (I'm not really a big fan of either so it just depends on if you'd prefer it from Buck or Palmer.)

That said, let's get going.

(....I want the readmore cut to be here, but Tumblr keeps moving it when I make edits. So.)

Spartan-IIs and Spartan-IIIs: Training

These guys have a lot in common, and they feel weirdly familiar to one another. (Just enough that the differences feel even weirder.)

Both groups started training as young children. The IIs were all six years old, the IIIs cast a wider net. Ghosts mentions kids as young as 4 in Alpha, but that doesn't... make sense actually. Because we have canon DOBs we know Carter would've been 12 and Jun would've been 8, and those numbers feel closer to right, but I'll get to why in a bit. (Researching this post has made me have a revelation about Spartan-III ages.)

Spartan-IIs were selected for genetic matches to a profile that Dr. Halsey determined was likely to accept the augmentation procedures. (The failure rate was still very high though. I'll talk about that.) They were kidnapped from their homes by ONI operatives and brought to Reach. Here's what they were told because hahahahaha big iconic moment:

(One note: Spartan-II training began in 2517. This was 8 years before the Covenant attack on Harvest in 2525. They were absolutely trained to bring down human targets, and were taught that it was necessary to sacrifice human lives for the good of innocent people. The first class of Spartan-IIIs kicked off in 2532, and they would focus from the beginning on Covenant.)

There were a total of 75 Spartan-II candidates. No one died during training (...at least I am pretty sure, if someone died during training it was a retcon introduced later) but it was hard. Halopedia has a pretty thorough rundown of things we know they did. Most of those are in The Fall of Reach. The Tango Company bit is from First Strike. Bonus: Here's a story Gray Team tells in Envoy that isn't mentioned:

(If you want to know who the most feral and defiant S-IIs are with the most atypical profiles, you want to look at Gray Team.)

Surviving Spartan-IIs are going to be 49 years old as of Halo Infinite. (Though, like all UNSC infantry, they've spent huge amounts of time in cryo during ship travel over the years. Sergeant Johnson was chronologically 78 in Halo 3, if that helps.)

Spartan-IIIs were selected along a wider profile because the augmentations were changed by Colonel Ackerson to be 1) cheaper and 2) have a much higher success rate with a broader margin for compatibility. They were working with orphans the UNSC picked up on planets the Covenant attacked, so they also could not be as selective as the original project. The young S-IIIs' fear and anger toward the Covenant (and their desire for revenge) were huge motivators. There were hundreds of Spartan-IIIs in all 3 classes. (They exhausted the available candidate pool after Alpha, and Ackerson was pushing for efforts to more widely genetically profile children from colony worlds as a result…. 😬)

Here's how the first company of Spartan-IIIs (Alpha Company) got the intro. (We don't know what Beta and Gamma were told, but it's likely to be similar):

(Ghosts of Onyx, Chapter 6, this is immediately followed by a bit from the perspective of a boy named Shane that would probably be really useful to you if you're looking for some insight to what those kids were feeling. It's just too long to paste.)

Another note: Chief Mendez trained both groups of Spartans. We have fewer detailed descriptions of S-III training shenanigans, because there is a lot of time skipping during Ghosts of Onyx to demonstrate the catastrophic losses suffered by the Alpha and Beta companies. Given that Mendez was involved, though, they are likely to have been highly similar.

Based on what we do get of training in Ghosts, I see the S-III teams being pitted against one another in exercises more often than we see mention of the IIs doing. (This is likely because S-II was on Reach, a huge ass military base, and had much more access to personnel that could be dragged into this than Onyx, which was extremely remote and established solely for the purpose of minting Spartans.)

The Spartan-IIIs had much less training time than the IIs... at least originally. S-III Alpha Company had 4 years compared to the S-II's 8 years. ONI was banking on improved augmentation protocols and technology to make up for it. Kurt pushed for the later two classes to get more training time.

Another another note: Kurt, if you were not aware, is Kurt-051 (Kurt Ambrose, using the name ONI gave him to work under.) Kurt was a Spartan-II abducted by ONI (making it look like he died on a mission) specifically for this job in 2531. Kurt loved those kids. Their deaths weighed heavily on him. More on that later.

Spartan-II Augmentations

I wasn't sure where else to put this, so it's going here: Spartan-II augmentations had a huge wash-out rate. S-III had a much much much smaller percentage.

There were 75 Spartan-II candidates, and only 33 came out as intended. The rest of them suffered serious side effects, and several died.

Halopedia once again has a big pile of information.

I bring this up for two reasons: the first is that it's a thing they all went through and all lost people who were as close as siblings to.

The second is that some Spartan-IIs that initially washed out of the program at this point were rehabilitated. Dr. Halsey worked on individual therapies for Spartans whose bodies rejected augmentations, restoring some quality of life and, in some cases, successfully getting them back to a point where they could continue training. (Black Team and Red Team (Halo Wars edition) are both made up entirely of former wash-outs.)

ONI created jobs for and retained most Spartan-II wash-outs that couldn't continue as Spartans. Serin Osman, Musa, and Fhajad are examples.

Differences Between Spartan-III Companies

There were 3 companies of S-IIIs trained, so if you're working on a III you'll want to establish which one they were from. You can identify the generation of S-IIIs by the letter in their tag number: Jun-A266, Lucy-B091, Ash-G099. Alpha, Beta, Gamma.

(Sidenote on picking Spartan tag numbers for OCs: There's a specific range of numbers. S-II had 150 candidates observed even though only 75 were taken and trained, so their tag numbers range from 1-150. Alpha Company had 497 kids, Beta had 418, Gamma had 330. WIki's really good for making sure you're not duplicating an existing number. Spartan-IIs are pretty much all accounted for canonically but if you're writing a II OC you're already in your own city anyway.)

Here's a good wiki trailhead for you, individual articles for the companies tell you what we do know about their training, too. But if you like reading my words about things:

ALPHA COMPANY:

The first group Kurt and Mendez trained, starting in the last days of 2532 and going active in 2536. There are very few surviving members of Alpha Company, only seven canonical, because almost all of them were killed in one operation.

Ages are kind of fucky for Alpha Company, as I mentioned earlier because Ghosts implies they were really young, but the problem with that is that after only 4 years of training they would have not been old enough to undergo augmentation. Jun, Emile, and Carter were Alphas. Jun was 28, Emile was 29, and Carter was 32 at Reach, so they would've been from 8-12 years old at the start of training. I feel like we're meant to go with that.

That means surviving Alphas would be in their late 30s as of Infinite.

BETA COMPANY:

Started training in 2539 and went active in 2545. Kurt was devastated by the loss of the Alphas (he's terribly upset when he finds out what happened to them, the information was kept from him.) He tried to train Beta company better and harder (he managed to squeeze two more years in for them), but in the end it did not save them from a similar fate. There are a handful of surviving Betas that were not present for Operation TORPEDO, but Tom and Lucy were the only survivors that were there. Kat and Noble Six were Betas. They were both 22 when they died on Reach. (That puts them both at 9 at the start of training. Tom and Lucy were a little younger, they both would have been 6.) Ages are still slightly fucky there because that means Lucy and Tom would've been 12 at augment, but that... is close enough to almost work, sort of, I guess, oh Halo you're so silly. Anyway. Surviving Betas would be in their late 20s/early 30s as of Infinite.

GAMMA COMPANY:

The last class of IIIs started training in 2545. (I had to do a little digging to confirm this year because it was authorized in '44, you're welcome.) They had just been deployed in 2552 and most of them left Onyx a week before the Onyx Conflict (you know, where the whole planet disintegrated into Forerunner nonsense) kicked off, with only three teams left on-planet for that shitmess. They were being shoved out the door because Reach had just fallen and everything was on fucking fire.

They had the most training and Kurt and Mendez were terribly proud of them. These guys would be the youngest S-IIIs both in terms of yes, that's how time works, and in terms of how old they were when they started training. We have canonical DOBs on several of them that put them at 6 and 7. This is significant because the Gammas are the ones that were being rushed into production: They were put on hormones to induce puberty early when most of them were 12ish, so that they could be augmented. (You know, horrifying!) (This is the thing that kicked off my wild confusion about Spartan-III ages that has consumed me for the last hour. Thanks, Halo! :,) )

The big thing to know about the Gammas is that they got built different. Kurt hated what had happened to the Alphas and Betas, hated it desperately, and was willing to do anything he thought would give the Gammas a chance at survival.

Kurt changed the augmentations. He did this without authorization. The Gammas' brains got tweaked to give them a heightened response to stress/adrenaline that makes them more able to block out pain/shock and keep fighting, which Kurt hoped would help them make it through the meatgrinder missions ONI was determined to use them for. The problem? The Gammas require regular injections of antipsychotics to keep them emotionally stable, and they can become less rational and start having extreme responses that make them a danger to themselves and others if they are deprived of them. (They call these drugs "smoothers.")

Anyway, the Gammas were 13-14ish at the end of the war, and surviving Gammas (there are significantly more of them) are in their late 20s by Infinite. Their altered augmentations mean they're considered unsuited for high-visibility work, ONI considers them a potential huge liability if a Gamma ever goes off the rails so they prefer to keep them away from people. A lot of Gammas that are still alive have ended up as Headhunters. (That's also the case for a lot of surviving S-IIIs generally. I don't know as much about Headhunters, they're a part of the lore I find uninteresting.)

Also just because I feel like it, here's Kurt with one of the Gammas dying in his arms:

What Are Spartans Like?

"Records show Spartans routinely exhibited mildly sociopathic tendencies, difficulty with socialization. Furthermore…" - Halo 4

We're getting into more and more headcanon and interpretation, but hey. I offer this as creative compost for your bin.

Spartans are weird. Spartans are weird. The overall portrait of an adult S-II/III is that they're mostly quiet, serious, and very intense about whatever they're doing. Some are more talkative and sociable than others, some are more unsettling than others. There's some wide variability on how careful they are about other people and how responsible they do or do not feel toward them.

As far as Spartans go, I feel like John is high on the polite end, and I have reams I've said and could say about how he handles himself. You've got Spartans who are very contained like him (I'd say Owen-B096 is another good example, he's able to be shockingly gentle with a pack of scared high school kids in Battle Born.) But you've also got examples like, say, Emile, and Gray Team, and Kevin from this one story in the Fractures anthology:

Let me break down some major traits:

LACK OF NORMAL SOCIALIZATION/GENERAL SPARTAN WEIRDNESS:

Overall, Spartans are poorly socialized. Their priorities and experiences are so wildly different from most peoples' that it's a difficult gap for them to bridge, and they're required to hide the details of their personal histories because that's very dangerous and inconvenient information (you know, for the UNSC) to have around. They were isolated from other people as children, and as adults they are extremely busy and the things that make them different make it difficult for them to make up for lost time on this.

If you've seen me writing John, I have him struggling a lot because it feels like social situations are always full of weird traps he can't see because he just doesn't have the background for them. There are so, so many things you casually assume another person is familiar with in conversation, and so many little social call-and-responses that someone who was raised under such weird circumstances wouldn't have.

There's a post that goes around sometimes about a small child who has never heard "Later, alligator" responding with "Goodbye, hippo" or something like that because they'd never heard the "After a while, crocodile" response and had to guess at what they were supposed to do. I think about that post sometimes when I'm thinking about Spartans. They're smart, and they can imitate and figure things out and get good at faking more experience than they have (and the older a Spartan is the longer they've been picking things up), but they need something to work with.

A Spartan-II never snuck out with friends after curfew to go to a concert, was never nervous about who was going out with who, and never stressed about what they were going to do after high school. But they know that enough people experience those things to pretend they understand.

It's easiest to lie by not saying anything at all as much as possible, because then you don't give anyone who's watching you a little too closely something to pick apart. Let other people assume you're what they expect, and don't give them details to the contrary.

This makes most of them quiet and sort of awkward, unless they've put in effort on their own part to work on it. If a Spartan cares enough to learn to socialize and banter smoothly with non-Spartans, that tells you something about their priorities and who they are. (And possibly that they got extra training for a specific purpose that requires it.)

Getting out of socialization: Spartans were raised in a highly structured environment, and I think most of them find comfort in routines, rules, and regular procedures that are done the same way. Following general everyday UNSC rules = not being bawled out or punished. Following some extra important serious rules = feeling like you're doing the best thing you can possibly do to prevent disasters from happening. How much that has broken down for someone vs how much they still hang onto it is gonna be real individual. Some of them really will not like being pulled out of doing things the way they "should" be done.

Amongst themselves, Spartans communicate a lot by body language and hand signals. (S-IIs and S-IIIs use similar but slightly different hand signals because Kurt was a II and they innovated on what they picked up from him. I'd also say it's very likely that each class had some variations unique to them, like a dialect.) They're also so used to being in armor that they do a lot with just flashing different status light colors on their HUD, which is neat (and also on that page.)

As a footnote re: sex and romance, it's a thorny fandom question that is up to you to answer for how you prefer to read things, but it's fair play to say that most Spartan-IIs are probably at least mostly asexual due to their augmentations. S-IIIs have no major lore implying either way about it, though later depictions of the Gammas have seemed to indicate they're not particularly interested either. It's up to you how you want to go.

REACTIVENESS

The other thing about Spartans is they are trained to react immediately in a crisis and have had that tendency reinforced by horrible traumatic experiences. I don't like throwing around real world serious words for fictional character things, but I think PTSD is fair for most Spartans. Do real research if you want to incorporate that, I don't know the most about it and won't pretend whatever I'm doing is an actual portrayal. But I do think a lot about reactiveness.

The problem with being constantly ready to react to everything like it's a life-or-death situation is... most things are not life-or-death situations. It's hard on a person, and it makes you blow some things out of proportion in a way that can become a serious problem. (For example: A Spartan that feels safer when following specific routines and procedures getting way more frustrated than is really justified by someone breaking from protocol in a harmless but definite way.)

Spartans are really good at controlling anger and fear and probably will not go all the way off the handle, but they still tend to go for immediate responses to things that startle or scare them. Make a loud sound in a room full of Spartans, expect hands on weapons and some pointed barrels. They are always always always ready to go. It is incredibly difficult for them to relax.

Most Spartans probably remember a point (or multiple points) somewhere in their lives where their guard was down, and then everything exploded under them and maybe somebody died.

LOYALTY AND SACRIFICE

This is a lot more personal and individual. The majority of Spartans are very loyal to the UNSC, it's been trained into them from childhood. The degree to which a Spartan may possibly have become embittered about it is going to be super dependent on who they are and what has happened to them.

I think a lot of them probably tend to fall back on their mission and sense of purpose (especially re: the defense of humanity) for a bare kind of comfort when miserable (which they have reason to be often.) They have sacrificed so much of themselves, but it was worth it, right? They helped save humanity from the Covenant, right? They're helping save humanity from new problems, right?

Spartans were all taught that their cause is worth their lives, and they're willing to die for it. They have known people they loved and grew up with who did die for it, and this fits pretty naturally into coping with those losses.

If the cause isn't paramount and loyalty to the UNSC isn't worth dying for.... what does that make everything they've done, and everything they've lost? What does that make the deaths of their fellow Spartans?

(Survivor's guilt is gonna be big for all of them, but especially S-IIIs. 2/3 Spartan-III companies died in almost their entirety in one go. The surviving S-IIs had remarkably few losses until... Reach....... )

I've talked/thought about sacrifice a lot with the S-IIs, especially John because I'm always in hell writing about John and people have poked my askblog about it. If a Spartan could go back in time and change how their life went and prevent them from becoming a Spartan, would they?

Being a Spartan and that sense of purpose is so core to them that I really think most of them would not. This is their world. This is their lives. This is such a huge part of who they are that they don't know who they'd be otherwise.

I don't care for Mortal Dictata much (that's a whole different post), but a huge part of the plot of that book is that Kilo Five's S-II (Naomi) is reunited with her father as an adult and it's a very uncomfortable process because... she's not the little girl he lost, anymore.

......

I think that's everything I have on this.

I am a perpetual wellspring of information on this topic tho so you guys let me know if you have more things you wanna talk about re: this. :V

#asks #spartan-ii #spartan-iii #halo lore #speculation #advice for ocs i guess

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jealousy, jealousy || b. katsuki

chapter five

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“y/n! over here!”

mina waves an enthusiastic hand at you from the corner of the shop. you make your way to her, pressing a kiss to her cheeks before you take your seat. she’s taken the liberty of placing an order for you, a cold cup of iced tea alongside some of the cafe’s infamous sandwiches.

“sorry i’m late, some idiot decided to ask questions right when the lesson ended.” you let out an annoyed huff.

“ah, i hate those people,” mina groans in empathy. “why can’t they ask questions in private instead of holding the whole class back?”

“because they’re self-absorbed assholes with no common decency?” you offer up as you take a sip of the tea. “god, this is so good. we should bring momo here one day, i think she’d appreciate their tea quality.”

“actually,” mina hums, and your eyes narrow in suspicion. “she’s joining us in a bit.”

“what? why didn’t you tell me?” as much as you appreciated having an impromptu meet up with your friends, momo’s time was notoriously hard to book, between college and her learning to take over her family business.

“because…” she shrugs, scratching her head awkwardly. “i don’t actually know.”

this girl… you snort at her sheepishness and shake your head.

“whatever, i love that woman anyway.”

“what about me!” she pouts, batting her lashes at you.

“hmm, you…” you tap your lips in faux concentration.

mina scoffs, kicking your shin hard.

“bitch, please, we all know you’re a simp for me.”

you grin at her.

“yeah, i am. you’re too hot for me not too.”

she preens, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a sultry look.

“mina, i don’t think it’s appropriate for you to be seducing y/n in public.” momo’s amused voice comes from behind you. you jump to your feet, wrapping her in a hug. she sets her bag down, taking her seat between you and mina.

“did i miss anything?” she asks, flipping through the menu.

“only y/n professing her love for you.” mina teases.

“well, that’s not new. she’s been doing that since highschool.” momo grins, setting the menu down as she flags the waiter over. “can i get one of this, and one of this? thank you.”

once the waiter walks off, you lay your hand on momo’s, a starry, wide-eyed look on your face.

“oh, can you blame me? your beauty is one to behold, a glorious blessing upon us lowly mortals. i can only ask for you to bestow upon me your beguiling gaze, fair and beautiful maiden.”

this sends momo and mina into peals of laughter, and you struggle to maintain the entranced look on your face.

“your laughter is music to my ears, more divine than the choirs of angels singing. i shall die happy knowing you are happy, my beloved yaomomo.” with that, you slump back into your chair dramatically, eyes closed, mouth hanging ajar. you watch them wheeze as they fight to breathe, hands clutched around their middle.

when they’ve finally calmed down, mina turns to you, a glint in her golden eyes.

“speaking of beloveds,” she begins, stirring her teaspoon around. “what’s that all about huh?”

“what’s what all about?” you feign ignorance, eyes wide in innocence.

“oh don’t play coy, since when are you dating nejire-senpai?” mina all but yells. momo shoots her a look, but doesn’t scold her.

“yes, what is that about? i was under the impression that you and katsuki had something going on, no?” momo’s delicate brows furrow slightly.

you knew this was coming. your original plan was to tell your friends it was just a prank nejire wanted to play, but after the events of last night… that was not an option. the only choices you have are to either tell them the truth, or lie to them. but while it didn’t feel right to lie, mina was close to katsuki as well, and you couldn’t bear to lie to mina, but not to momo as well. so really, your choice is made for you, isn’t it.

“katsuki and i,” you press your lips together, chest burning as you recall the party, last night. “i do-did like him, but clearly he doesn’t feel the same, so i decided to move on.”

mina and momo exchange looks, but you continue on.

“i reconnected with nejire-senpai recently, and you all know i had a crush on her before,” your fingers twist beneath the table as you lie to your friends. “one thing led to another, and well, here we are! she’s been amazing to me, and she’s just so sweet.”

“y/n, it’s great that you’re happy with hado-san, but what did you mean by katsuki not feeling the same?” momo asks.

“he’s never shown any interest, and especially after the party,” your breath hitches, and you try not to panic as you redirect. a happy, taken woman would not be affected by past unrequited feelings, right? “not that it matters, since i have nejire-senpai now!”

“huh?? but katsuki has- ouch!” mina cries out, one hand flying down to grasp her foot as she glares at momo. “what gives?”

momo only shakes her head slightly, eyes narrowing in warning at her. you stare in bemusement as they hold a conversation with their eyes, waiting for them to rejoin the conversation at present.

“you’re happy, right?” momo says at last, earnest eyes searching your face.

the words are bitter as you answer her, scorching your mouth as they make their way out.

“the happiest, i promise.”

“that’s all we want for you, then.” she places her hand on yours. “but if you ever need to talk to us, tell us anything, we’re always here, you know that right?”

you can barely breathe past the lump in your throat, opting to nod instead. here your friends were, being amazing and supportive. here you were, lying straight through your teeth.

“yeah, y/n! we’re always here, night and day! and if you ever need me to kick some ass, i’ll gladly do it!” mina says cheerfully.

“thanks, you guys.” your smile tightens. “but all i need you to do now is try this sandwich because it’s so damn good!”

mina opens her mouth for a bite, and you feed it to her, before insisting on feeding momo too. all thoughts of lies, katsuki, and nejire are shoved to the back of your mind, and you do your best to just enjoy the moment of hanging out with your friends. there’s nothing better than this, you think as you sit back and watch mina try to copy momo’s mannerisms. nothing at all.

katsukisukisuki D:< >> oi >> wanna talk? << facetime at 11pm? >> 9pm, got an early class tmr << sure << call me when you’re ready

you watch the clock nervously, 9pm drawing closer and closer. it’s been a while since you and katsuki called, and this will be the first conversation you’ve had since the night you formally met his girlfriend. you can’t help but fuss with your hair, even applying a light layer of lip gloss. you felt ridiculous doing so, but at the same time, you didn’t want to look like a mess in front of katsuki.

(not like it mattered, he’s seen you at your worst, sweaty and gross, looking like you were on the verge of passing out after physical education.)

you’re sitting in your kitchen nursing a cup of warm water when katsuki finally calls. choking a little on your mouthful of water, you answer the call, resting the phone on the counter as you wipe at the streaks of water dribbling past your chin and down your neck.

“hey,” you cough out, swiping at your neck. katsuki remains oddly silent, and you look down in concern. even through the pixelated screen (your internet must be acting up again, maybe it’s time you changed your network provider.) you can tell his eyes are widened, and his shallow breathing can be heard through your phone’s speakers.

“katsuki?” you frown, finally done wiping yourself down. he jerks slightly, and shakes his head, almost like a dog flicking off water. cute, you think, biting down a grin.

“hey,” his voice is a little hoarse. your brows furrow in concern. “are you sick? your voice sounds a little off.”

“i don’t fall sick,” katsuki scoffs, clearing his throat loudly. “when have you ever seen me sick?”

raising an eyebrow at him, you begin listing off all the instances, “the first time we actually talked, you were sneezing like mad. you even sneezed on me. the summer our class went to the beach and half of us caught a cold, including you. that one night we stayed out till sunrise and you-”

“okay, whatever, shut it.” katsuki scowls, sticking a petulant tongue out at you. you laugh at him, returning the gesture.

an awkward silence fills the air, and it hurts that you’ve grown distant enough for this to happen. you used to be able to sit in complete silence for hours, just existing together, doing your own things in the same space. now? you’re on video call with no idea what to say.

well, not exactly no idea. just no idea how to say what you want to actually say.

“what’re you thinking so hard on? you’re gonna hurt your brain like that.”

your mouth drops open, and you glare at him so hard you’re sure he can feel it through the phone. the smug bastard only grins at you, and it almost physically pains you with how pretty he looks.

“...it’s nothing,” you grumble as you cross your arms. “i- nothing.”

“i always knew you had nothing up there,” he smirks.

“excuse me? we haven’t talked properly in months and all you do is insult me?” you whine, pointing a middle finger at him. “i’m writing a complaint to your hr department, read: kirishima eijirou.”

“go ahead, what’s he gonna do to me?”

“he’ll fight you for my honor,” you sniff haughtily.

“he can try, but i’m gonna win anyways.” he flashes a threatening smile, and oh, you really shouldn’t find that as attractive as it is.

“not if he takes you by surprise,” you say sweetly. “remember the fountain thing?”

katsuki’s face instantly drops, and you can almost see the atmosphere darkening around him.

“we swore never to talk about that.”

“to other people, yeah. but it’s just us, isn’t it?”

at the reminder that it is indeed just the two of you, katsuki grows solemn, his mouth twisting slightly. no one’s around to play buffer, to throw in distractions. it's just you two, which is exactly what you’ve been wanting, and yet you want to run away at the same time.

you watch him wearily. he's still as gorgeous as ever, even through the fluctuating video quality. longing hits harder than the bullet train ever could, your chest tightening uncomfortably as you drink him in greedily. you can see a hint of his bed behind him, which means he’s at his study desk then.

“i’m sorry.” katsuki says quietly, the apology knocking the breath out of you. apologies were a rare thing from katsuki, and the fact that he was giving one now unprompted was… unsettling to say the least.

“what for?” you say lightly, deliberately playing ignorant. you wanted an explanation, not just an apology.

katsuki scowls, and the video shakes as he picks up his phone, settling onto the floor. he shifts until his back is pressed against the bed, and you presume he’s set his phone on something from the low angle the video shows.

“for being distant the past few months,” he sighs, scrubbing a hand through his hair. he refuses to make eye contact with you, glaring at the floor instead. “it was an asshole move. i’m sorry.”

“so you were deliberately avoiding me,” your disappointment strikes something in him, and he flinches. “why, katsuki?”

“i… i don’t know,” katsuki says. “i was just being an idiot, or whatever.”

“an idiot…” you scoff as you clench your fists. “yeah you’re an idiot, but it doesn’t explain why you avoided me.”

“like i said, i was being stupid.” he continues to evade your question, and it only makes you angrier, hurt twisting in your gut.

“that explains nothing, kat.” you say, frustrated. “i thought we were friends, best friends even, then the second we start college, you pull away? i thought it was because you were just busy with college, but you somehow still had time to hang out with the rest of our friends and get a girlfriend? do i not matter to you?”

to your horror, your voice cracks, and katsuki finally meets your gaze.

“you do matter,” he says fiercely. “i l- you’re one of my best friends, of course you matter.”

“you’ve got a funny way of showing it,” you sniff, tilting your head away to blink back the tears as relief floods through you. even if he didn’t feel that way for you, knowing you mattered to him was enough.

“i’m sor-”

“stop apologizing, it sounds weird coming from you.” wiping away the tears that did manage to escape, you breathe a little easier. while this didn’t wash away all the hurt accumulated over the months, you’d rather move past it than linger any longer than you have to. it’s katsuki, and you never really had it in you to hold anything against him for long. “just, stop excluding me from your life, please? we may be in different places now, but i do still want to know what’s going on in your life.”

“you’re clingy as ever,” katsuki grumbles, but you catch the undertone of fondness regardless. it warms something in you, prompting an infectious smile that katsuki can’t help but return.

“you like it,” you grin, picking up the phone to move to your room. katsuki follows your actions, settling himself on his bed.

“as if,” he scoffed. “so…hado-san?”

breath hitching, you stare at him wide-eyed. you didn’t expect him to bring her up, especially after how angry he seemed whenever they talked.

“what about her,” you ask lightly. he scowls at your evasiveness.

“you’re dating or something, right?”

you hum, watching him closely. katsuki shifts under your gaze, but continues to hold it. his stare is almost challenging, and had he been physically in front of you, you might have looked away. but the intensity that comes with katsuki is toned down through the phone, giving you the chance to do what you wouldn’t be able to in person – stare.

“oi, if you don’t wanna tell me, then don’t. s’not like i wanna hear about her anyway.” he mumbles the last part, but you still hear it loud and clear, thanks to his phone’s high quality microphone.

“what, don’t wanna hear about your favorite senpai?” you tease, finally relenting. katsuki had never been too fond of nejire, always grumbling about how she had too many questions, how she didn’t have a sense of personal space, how she always had a knack for squeezing herself into situations that didn’t involve her.

“not particularly,” katsuki’s lips pull down a little. “but since you’re dating her and all, if you wanna talk about it, her, whatever, i can listen.”

your heart melts at his consideration. for all his spiky and explosive exterior, katsuki at his core is one of the kindest people, especially to the people he cares for.

“well, there’s not much to talk about, honestly. nejire-senpai and i are a… recent development.” you hesitate for a moment, heart thumping as you consider your next question. was it worth the hurt to know more about him? yes. the answer is always yes, when it comes to katsuki. “what about you and harada-san?”

katsuki tenses visibly.

“what about harada?”

“you know, when did you guys get together? i assume it was before our class gathering, since you brought her there.”

“... you saw her?” a strange look comes over katsuki’s face. “why didn’t you say hi?”

chuckling nervously, you scratch your cheek as you try to come up with an excuse.

“i was going to, but…” crap, crap, crap, what would make for a good reason.

“but?” katsuki now eyes you consideringly. you shift under the weight of his gaze.

“i…” you scan your room for something, anything. your eyes land on the stack of papers sticking out of your bag. “i had to pass a friend their assignment! since they didn’t make it to class and all.”

there, that should be good enough, right? one glance at your phone says otherwise, katsuki looking unconvinced. he snorts skeptically, but doesn’t push thankfully.

“right,” he grunts. “yeah, that was around the time we got together.”

“how did you get together though? did you ask her? or did she ask you?” the words taste ashy on your mouth, drying out your throat as you try your best to pretend like you actually want to know.

katsuki shrugs. “it just happened.”

you raise an eyebrow at that. “it just happened? you, one of the biggest romantics i know, just… got together with someone… no big story? no big proposal?”

“shut up.” he scowls at you, fiddling with his blanket. “she liked me, i… liked her, boom, together.”

“right.” you say, doubtful. since katsuki was sharing about his relationship, you should too, right? it only makes sense to. you weren’t doing it to test anything, just a friendly sharing between two good friends.

“nejire-senpai and i have been together a little before the party too. we reconnected a while back, and the night of the party was when we decided to make things official! she’s been really sweet,” you gush, watching katsuki carefully. “we went on a date the other night, remember that restaurant we used to go to all the time back then? she paid for my meal and we even danced a little after, it was magical.”

the sigh you let out is half-genuine, a dreamy look on your face. while that night hadn’t started off well, you did enjoy your time with nejire.

“you went on a date there?” katsuki says, sounding half-strangled.

“yeah,” you smile, slightly confused at his tone. “why?”

katsuki opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again.

“nothing,” he says at last. “i- it’s nothing. good for you.”

“thanks?” you shoot him a bemused look.

“i’m gonna go sleep now, i’ve got an early class tomorrow.” he grunts, running a hand through his hair. you do not stare at his biceps, not at all. “don’t stay up too late.”

“already?” you whine in disappointment. “you’re really like an old man, katsuki.”

he scowls at you, pointing a middle finger. “fuck you, just because you don’t know how to take care of yourself doesn’t mean i don’t. go the fuck to sleep so that i don’t have to hear you whine about your dark circles again.”

“you’re an ass,” you pout. “but whatever, goodnight grandpa.”

katsuki’s scowl deepens, and without another word, he ends the call. you sigh at the abrupt ending, melting back into your bed. while the conversation hadn’t been… ideal, at least you’re talking again, right?

sighing once more, you decide to put this out of your mind, getting up instead to do your assignments. you were falling behind on two of them, and stupid things like feelings were not going to be the reason your grades drop.

#bnha x reader #bnha #bakugo x reader #bakugo katuski #bakugo katuski x reader #l.writing #bnha.myworks

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Armand/Daniel 1632 words Daniel has unfortunately taught Armand how to play Scrabble. Yeah, he knows. He regrets it, too.

This is just a short little ficlet. I've started a document over on AO3 to put little ficlets and bits into. Stuff I'm dashing off and not overthinking, like this (and the Daylight Savings thing)! Full ficlet is under the cut here but you can go there to read it if you prefer.

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Daniel stared at the tile letters on his rack. He had too many vowels and the board in front of him was sparse with options. Armand sat across from him, with his elbows on the table, watching Daniel study the Scrabble board.

There was a N near a triple word score but all Daniel could do with it was spell ‘tan,’ and that wouldn’t quite hit the red tile for those extra points.

“There should be a little hourglass with this game,” Armand said impatiently. Armand had been on a board game kick. Last week they’d played Boggle, which did have a timer, and he’d taken great pleasure in alerting Daniel every time the last grain of sand fell and his time was up.

“Just let me think,” Daniel said.

“Thinking won’t change your tiles. You can use your turn to swap them out for new ones.”

Daniel glared at him. Armand’s expression was impassive, intentionally blank, his red curls dancing around his pale face as he picked up the bag of tiles and shook it.

“I’m not swapping my tiles,” Daniel insisted. He was determined to get some points this turn, even if it killed him. He studied the rest of the board. Armand set the tiles down. Daniel could feel his gaze on him, heavy and weighted. He ignored it.

He spotted an opportunity in the top corner of the board and used an existing H to place tiles and make the word “What.”

“There, eleven points because of the double letter score on the A.”

Armand stood, bending over the board and doing the math himself, as if he hadn’t already done it in his head, and as if Daniel might possibly be wrong. He sat back down and wrote the points on the notepad he was using to keep score. “Another four letter word. Here I thought you were well-read, Daniel.”

“What does that have to do with anything? There’s an element of chance to this, you know.” Daniel rose up and leaned over the table to snatch the bag of tiles and replace the three he’d used. Once he set them on his rack, he pulled the box of cigarettes from the pocket of his shirt and slid one out. He barely had it lit when Armand set his tiles on the board, spelling the word “abound” with the n Daniel had been staring at, getting the triple word score.

Again, he made a show of counting the points on his tiles—a double letter score on the “B” and the triple word score, giving him a total of 36 points. He grinned and wrote down the number, repeating it as he did.

Daniel sighed. He looked back at the board, which felt stacked against him, and his tiles weren’t helping. Why did the game have so many E tiles anyway? He tried to find a good place to score some decent points but the more he stared at the board and his letters, the more it felt like his options were only short words for too few points to ever catch up to Armand.

“Don’t you have a good vocabulary, Daniel?” Armand’s expression was completely sincere, as if it were an actual question. “Perhaps we should sign you up for some classes.”

Daniel took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “What kind of classes would those even be? They don’t teach Scrabble in night school.”

Armand lifted his chin. “Perhaps they should.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Daniel muttered, ashing his cigarette in the ashtray they’d pilfered from a neighborhood bar after Daniel’s old one broke when they accidentally knocked it off the coffee table during a passionate make out session on the couch.

Remembering that lowered his hackles a little and he glanced up at Armand, who was looking at the board, probably planning his next diabolic move. His expression was unguarded, his auburn hair falling into one of his eyes. He swept the hair back in a casual gesture, parting his lips slightly as he looked over the board, just a hint of tongue touching his top lip. He looked so much like any other young man absorbed in a game that it made Daniel’s heart swell.

Armand froze and then met Daniel’s eyes, his own gaze intense and full of desire. Daniel immediately thought about all the other things they could be doing, rather than arguing over a board game. His mouth went slack as he thought about how fast he could get Armand’s clothes off—a collared shirt and khakis, easy enough, and easier still if he didn’t care about keeping the buttons in tact.

“You’re getting ash on the board,” Armand said, standing to dust off the ash that had landed on it from Daniel’s cigarette, which was now more ash than solid. Armand pulled it from his mouth and ground it out in the ashtray.

“Why the hell are you so cranky?” Daniel demanded. “You’re winning by a gazillion points.”

“Yes, and you have little chance of catching up.”

Frustration bubbled up as he looked at the board and his own paltry titles. Armand was right. Barring some real luck, he was going to lose. There weren’t that many tiles left and even fewer spaces on the board, and he was stuck with an R, too many E’s and very few good places to play a word.

“Why don’t we call this one for you? I give up.”

Armand frowned. “You can’t quit.”

Daniel huffed. “You just said I don’t have a prayer of winning.”

Armand considered, looking from the board to Daniel and back again. “Fine. We’ll start over.”

Daniel groaned. That was already their third game tonight and he could feel a headache forming behind his eyes from staring at the little tile letters.

Armand swept the tiles from the board into the tile bag and then held out a hand. Daniel obediently gathered the tiles from his rack and put them in Armand’s outstretched palm. Armand shook the tile bag, mixing them around, and then held it out to him.

Daniel didn’t take it. “How about we take a break?”

Armand’s expression remained impassive but he turned slowly to look at the clock on the wall. It was past two in the morning. They’d been playing for hours. “And do what?”

“I don’t know. Go for a walk. Fool around on the couch.” Throw the Scrabble board off the fire escape and pretend I never walked into the game section of a toy store with you on my heels and asked, ‘Hey, have you ever played a board game?’

He didn’t say the last part out loud but he was sure Armand caught it in his thoughts.

Armand set the tile bag down. “You’re still upset that ‘groovin’ is not a real word.”

“It’s slang, it should count, even without the g.” That had been their first game of the night, and Daniel had been pretty proud of that one until Armand argued it down and he had to take it off the board. “Look, it’s not about winning or losing. Games like this are fun but they’re not meant to be marathons. You play them on occasion and then put on the shelf for a while.”

Armand tapped his fingers on the table, his rings catching the light. His expression was still blank but Daniel could see the wheels turning behind his eyes.

Daniel stood and pulled the Scrabble box from the kitchen counter. He folded up the board and gathered the pieces together, putting it all back in the box. He set it on the shelf with Boggle and their as-of-yet-unplayed copy of Monopoly.

“Come on, let’s go for a walk. I think the pizza place over on Front Street is still serving slices.” Daniel had had nothing but coffee, cigarettes, and a few bites of left over fried rice that was in the fridge, since he hadn’t gotten a chance to leave the apartment. Armand had been determined to start Scrabble as soon as he could get Daniel out of bed.

Daniel went to the door. Armand’s chair scrapped against the floor and a second later, he was in the entryway, too. Daniel pulled on his coat and Armand did the same, wrapping a blue knit scarf around his own neck before handing Daniel a gray one.

He reached for the door handle and Armand stopped him. He put his hand on Daniel’s cheek and smoothed his skin. Then he kissed him. His lips were soft against Daniel’s, which were a little chapped from him chewing on them. Armand’s tongue slid into mouth, still a little warm from whatever blood he’d drank earlier in the evening. Daniel melted into him, the world vanishing around them until nothing was left but their mouths moving together

Daniel’s arms wound around him and pulled him close, kissing him harder. He thought maybe they wouldn’t make it out the door after all. But then Armand pulled away, leaving Daniel breathless.

“What was that for?” he asked, panting.

“It was a kiss, Daniel,” Armand said, and opened the door.

Daniel rolled his eyes but followed him out into the hall and down the stairs to the street. Armand hooked his arm through his and they walked down the block.

“Tomorrow night, you can teach me Monopoly,” Armand said.

Daniel looked over at him. The streetlights glinted off his pale face and he looked like he was deep in thought, maybe wondering what a game called Monopoly could possibly entail. It wasn’t as exciting sounding as Boggle.

“Yeah, okay, but I get to be the banker,” Daniel said.

His eyes went wide and excitement danced over his expression. “There’s a banker?”

Daniel laughed. “Trust me, you’re going to love it.”

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#daniel molloy #armand #armand/daniel #devil's minion #the devil's minion #vc fanfic #my fic #short fic #the origins of coven game night maybe #daniel and armand playing board games #what else do you want #vc #vampire chronicles

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davejade-daily · 4 months

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we return from sudden hiatus. please take this as an offering

sburban coffee pt 4

Jade hums quietly to herself as she fiddles with the lock. It’s a stupid lock. You have to jiggle the key in a certain way, while also holding the handle down and pushing against the door. Not great when you’ve got full hands. She has kicked this door many a time in frustration, and said some Karkat-worthy things to it. This door is her worst enemy. Click. Finally. The door whines on old hinges as she pushes it open slowly, stepping into the apartment. John must not be home yet, she notes.

She flips on the lights, illuminating the rather cramped but cozy room, and steps out of the doorway, carefully checking the surrounding area for pranks of any sort. You can never be too careful when living with John. She tosses her bag onto the couch (green, soft, had only cost them $300, and her favourite thing in the world). The room is kind of a mess, but that’s to be expected with how busy she is, and two boys living there with her. Granted, Jake is kind of a part-time tenant, but his presence in the apartment is... noticable, to say the least. Jade doesn’t mind cleaning, but these days she never has the time for it, and can only guiltily watch the mess grow. She steps into the kitchen, pointedly ignoring the dirty dishes beginning to slowly accumulate and contemplates the refridgerator. The options aren’t much, but, regardless, she grabs some old pizza, settling at the little bar-counter that takes up part of the wall to finish up some classwork.

A while later, she hears the door click open, and a crash that is probably John tripping over all the shoes at the door again. She leans back in her seat, glancing down the hall.

JADE: john. are you good?

JOHN: yes jade, i am perfectly fine.

JOHN: who put all these shoes here!!

JADE: you did. theyre all your shoes, john

JOHN: i really don’t think they’re all mine.

JOHN: how can they all be mine?!

JOHN: this one isn’t even my size! it looks more like yours.

JOHN: these are your stinky dog converse, jade.

Jade hears a thump, presumably John kicking the shoes aside.

JADE: i move mine out of the walkway!! like a normal person!!!

JADE: besides, im not the one who nearly died on them

JADE: operator error

JOHN: operator of what. am i commander shoe shoe now?

JADE: operator of your legs

JOHN: at least i’m not that guy. you know?

JOHN: vriska’s... friend?

JOHN: the one who lost his legs in a terrible, terrible chainsaw related accident.

JOHN: jade, be respectful of him. at least i have legs.

She can hear him coming down the hall on his aforementioned legs, and a moment later, he’s poking his head into the doorway of her room. Jade herself is attempting to write a hefty paper for her chemistry class. The work is fine – fun, even – but the pages and pages of words she needs to somehow summon from the depths of her brain? She could do without those.

JADE: hey!! how was your day?

JOHN: long. very long. longer than one of dave’s rambles.

JADE: sounds pretty long indeed!!

John flops down on the floor next to her bed, letting out the longest sigh Jade has ever heard. She bonks the side of his head with her foot, and he shoves it away, turning to face her and resting his head on his arms on her bed.

JOHN: some lady pinched my cheeks. she said i looked like her grandson.

JOHN: it took like 5 minutes to get her to leave me alone. it was terrible!

JADE: awwww but you do have such pinchable cheeks!!

She leans forward and squishes his face, giggling as he makes a disgruntled face that really only looks silly. John makes a loud noise in complaint.

JADE: DID YOU JUST LICK ME!!!

JOHN: maybe.

JADE: im never giving you another free drink again!!!!

JADE: youll have to pay. like a SUCKER!!

JADE: a CHUMP, EVEN!!!!!!

JADE: ill have karkat make fun of you the whole time too

JOHN: you wouldn’t!!

Jade just shoves John’s head away, resulting in a oomph from the latter.

JADE: actually, yes i would!!! and i WILL

John makes a face at her again, which she ignores.

JADE: oh! by the way, i forgot to ask but do you know if jake is coming in tonight?

JOHN: i think so.

JADE: i hope he gets here okay. i heard it was going to rain

Jade glances out the small window beside her bed. The city lights shine back at her, illuminating the many buildings and cramped streets. She’s always loved the view, having spent many a night just staring out the window, watching the cars on the streets and the few faint stars visible in the city travel across the sky. That very same sky is now full of ominous clouds, and rain does seem imminent.

She hopes Jake will be there in time for the party. The last time she’d talked to him, he’d mentioned that he hadn’t been sure if he’d make it.

They’ve just said their goodnights and gone off to their seperate rooms when the front door slams open. A tired but cheerful British voice rings out.

JAKE: Oi, is anybody home? Its pouring bloody buckets out there. I could fill a tub with how much water i seem to have absorbed!

There’s two loud thumps as Jake apparently tosses his shoes - into a wall? It’s dark. Maybe he misssed? There’s more kerfuffling as Jake manages to make more noise than a blind dog in an item-filled room.

Jade groans and slides out of bed, grabbing her glasses and stuffing her feet into her fluffy slippers.

JOHN: shut it jake, i’m trying to sleeeeep.

Jade stumbles over to her door, opening it and rubbing at her eyes as she walks down the hall, glasses-less and adjusting to all the lights Jake has somehow turned on within thirty seconds of stepping in the door. She puts her glasses on as she steps into the kitchen, her cousin coming into sharp focus. He gives her a goofy wave, smiling warmly.

JAKE: Jade!!

JADE: jake!!!!

They hug. Jake is wet and smells like manly british man smells. Jade pulls away after a second, slightly damp and makes a face in Jake’s general direction. She then notices a faint trail of wet footprints and internally sighs.

JADE: i thought you said you weren’t going to make it?

JAKE: I wasnt! But then some things happened and it started raining there too so i got off work early and was able to get a flight in just the nick of time!

JADE: thats awesome!!

JADE: do you uh, want to dry off?

JADE: youre dripping on my kitchen floor :(

JAKE: Oh! Uh. Right.

Jake shakes his head like a wet dog, spraying water everywhere. Jade yelps, as it was the last thing she could have possibly expected him to do. Well. Okay. She’s known Jake for almost her whole life; this is actually pretty in character for him.

JADE: jake!!!!!

Jake laughs and gives her a cheeky wink. She gives him her best glare, but after a few seconds, breaks down into giggles.

JOHN: what is going on.

JOHN: can’t a man sleep around here?

JOHN: hi jake, nice to see you at ass o’clock.

JAKE: Howdy to you too john!

He slaps John so hard on the back that there is an audible THWAP. Jake grins. Jade sighs, longsuffering and fondly.

JOHN: OW.

JOHN: as you would say, boy shitting howdy!!

JAKE: Nothing like a hearty slap to get the blood moving huh?

JADE: okay guys i think jake should take a shower and dry off

JADE: its great to see you!! but im really tired

JADE: if youre hungry theres food in the fridge

JOHN: how am i supposed to sleep after that strong manly slap?

JADE: just try john, im sure you can

JAKE: Roger that, miss!

JADE: jake

JAKE: Jade.

They make eye contact and stare at each other for a moment before going their seperate ways. John is making loud grumbling noises as he disappears into his room, with the occassional OW MY BACK. Jade is mostly sure he’s joking.

JADE: goodnight!!

#mod harley #mod strider #jade harley #john egbert #jake english #sburban coffee #au tag

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I loved writing these chapters bc Cat is always surrounded by men and I was desperate to get her out of that 🤧-Danny

Words: 1,322

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Listen to: ‘YOU AGAINST YOURSELF’ -by Ruel

xv: Miss Williams Holds Herself Accountable

"I do not need this shit right now!" Riri snatched papers from the board. "I swear to God, I was doing so well! Goin' to class on time! I must be dumb as hell— real dumb to think the princess of Wakanda and a young Avenger gonna show up at my doorstep and then shit about to pop off!"

Cat looked at her freaking out remembering how Peter had reacted when Tony had gone to his apartment to recruit him. It was a different world then, smaller.

"I think that I'm actually gonna take my chances with this merman— because at least he never brought the FBI to my garage!"

"I like her," Cat sentenced.

"Hey! Namor sank an entire ship of CIA operatives because of your little machine," Okoye informed her. "So those popo out there, are the very least of your worries."

"Oh, man," Cat muttered. "Is it wrong that I kinda like that Namor guy too?"

"Remember who's making your suit, Copy," Shuri warned her, then spoke to Riri. "Listen, we need to work together to get out of here. General, they've got us surrounded, maybe we should just split up?"

Okoye laughed. "Out of the question. Does this vehicle work?"

Riri made a face. "No."

"She's lying."

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry, you're not the one that's paying me," Cat shrugged.

"Everything in this lab works," Shuri pointed at the next option. "Including this bike."

"Don't even think about it," Okoye warned her. "Besides, there are four of us."

"Three of y'all. I'm takin' this."

Cat looked up and she felt a strange mix of emotions at the sight.

"You built one..." she said in awe.

"Whoo! I knew it! Don't tell me that you built this in two months!"

Riri chuckled. "I spent years on this. On and off... you okay?"

The mutant blinked back the tears. "Yeah! Jeez, I don't know... sorry, give me a minute..."

"Man, is it that bad?" Riri said worryingly.

"No," Cat turned back to her. "No, I just... Tony... it's a good-looking suit."

"You met Tony Stark?"

"He raised her," Shuri said. "All the Avengers did. Excuse her if she gets emotional. Have you flown it yet?"

"That thing can fly?" Okoye asked skeptically.

"There's an entire youtube channel dedicated to sightings of me."

"Spider-man and I had one of those when we first started."

"Didn't Spider-man come way before you did?"

"Riri, don't get on my bad side."

The lights went off abruptly. Cat activated M.O.U.S.E.

"Come!" Shuri handed the young girl a com, and Cat linked hers to their signal. "So we can communicate—"

"Don't try to scurry off—"

Cat nudged Riri forward. "You better soldier on, kid."

"You sure you good with what you got?" The girl asked her.

"Those are just men," Cat drew out her claws. "I won't even need my knife."

"The tactical unit will breach the entrance in three, two..."

"It's so nice to be back!" Cat whispered giddily.

"One."

The doors burst open.

"FBI DON'T MOVE!"

Cat teleported out of sight and reappeared behind one of the agents. She heard Riri igniting her repulsors. "Stay where you are!" Copycat pushed the man toward Riri's line of vision and the girl shot with no hesitation.

"Go little girl!" The mutant cheered. Cat disarmed the next guy kicking him in the face. Shuri got out of the car and activated her A.I., which drove Okoye out of the workshop while the woman shouted at her to get her out. "You'll be in trouble for that!" Cat teased her.

"Shut up and hop in!" Shuri shouted.

"Yes, your highness!"

Cat elbowed a guy and stole his gun, then kicked him on the crotch and shot him four times, though she pointed at his bulletproof vest. Another person attacked her but Cat seized them by the jacket and lifted them in the air, tossing them to the other side and knocking down two other agents in the process.

"Cat, stop playing we need to go!"

Copycat teleported one more time and landed on the back of the bike, she wrapped her arms around Shuri. "Can I drive?"

"If you find a way to switch seats in the middle of a car chase!"

Cat laughed. "It's like you don't know me."

"Griot! Give me a visual!" Shuri used a small elevation on the road to gain speed and caused two police cars to crash.

"That was amazing!" She exclaimed.

"Next one's all for you," Shuri replied.

"I'm calling dibs on the armored car," she joked.

"Okoye we're on our way to you!" The princess announced.

"Who's with you?"

"The Heathen!" Cat said happily. "We're having fun!"

"That is not a good thing!"

"Police car ahead!" Copycat announced. Shuri had to drift to avoid crashing against the car, and as she did, Cat jumped and teleported, landing on the vehicle's roof. "Go ahead!"

Shuri drove away from the scene, Cat stabbed the roof of the car with her claws, and with her free hand, she copied Wanda's powers and ripped the hood of the vehicle leaving it bare and at her mercy.

"Now, I'm no mechanic," with the scarlet mist, she seized the car's battery and pulled it out at once. "But I think this will do!"

The car came to a halt, Cat teleported and landed in front of Shuri.

"Holy shit!" The girl twisted the hand grip.

"Scoot over!" The mutant demanded.

"That's cheating!" Shuri let go and wrapped her hands around Cat's waist.

"I never play fair!" She replied. "I'm a better driver than you anyway!"

"You don't even have a license!"

"Irrelevant!" A car caught up with them and Cat smiled at the driver. "Hi, Okoye!"

"I don't understand why this country lets you walk around freely."

"I'm just really good at escaping prison!"

"We need to find an extraction point," the woman reminded them.

"There's one across the river," Shuri let them know.

"Hey, yo'— they're cutting off the bridge!" Riri said through the coms.

"I can't teleport you two at the same time," Cat informed them. "What now?"

"Princess, there is a surveillance drone locked onto you."

"How high?"

"Thirty thousand feet."

"I'm not sure I can go that high," Cat said worryingly. "I never teleport in that direction."

"Hang on," Riri said. "I got it..."

The girl went up without waiting for a reply, and Cat's hands started to sweat. "You got this, kid!" She told her. "Be fast!"

Riri took down the drone, but she was now falling aimlessly. Cat tense, preparing for teleporting to aid her at any moment. "Shuri?" She said.

"Wait," the princess replied. "Riri, are you okay?"

Silence.

"Riri!" Both young women shouted.

"Yeah," she breathed heavily, her suit turned on again. "I'm good!"

Cat shouted a couple of swear words but she was in the best of moods. "Good job, kid!" Ahead there were several police cars, Cat prepared to leave her spot again. "These will take a while," she mumbled.

"No worries," Riri told her, "I got a special delivery for y'all in three, two, one!" The drone landed directly on top of the police cars, clearing out the way. "You'll recruit me now?" The girl said humorously.

"Riri, if I ever make a team of super teens, you'll be the first I'll call!" Cat laughed.

"Nice one Riri!" Shuri exclaimed.

Cat drove faster across the bridge, Riri flew ahead of them but then she came to a sudden halt. At first, Cat thought her suit had malfunctioned, but then she heard something rolling down Okoye's car.

"Shit!"

A water bomb lifted the two transportations from the ground, Cat was quick to turn in the air and seize Shuri, she used Wanda's powers to shield the both of them and landed on the ground roughly. She left the princess there and ripped out the door of Okoye's car, Cat carried her out of her seat, also teleporting her to where Shuri was.

"Stay here," she said to Okoye, Shuri seemed to be a little stunned. "I'm checking on Riri—" The girl's body started to get dragged across the pavement, something was pulling her towards the water with a rope. "Hey!" Copycat set her free with her claws, she turned the girl around and examined her face. "Mouse, vitals?"

"Stable. She passed out."

"What the hell was that?" Cat looked over the edge of the bridge, but she couldn't see anything.

"That must be the merman," Okoye said grimly.

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effervescentbee · 8 months

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Just an update on my homework, I turned it in at 11:51 pm, 8 full minutes before it was due <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

Now all I gotta do is study for my algebra, chemistry, and medical terminology test tomorrow ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

This is what I get for thinking I could handle all these advanced courses when I am chronic procrastinator

And cause I feel bad posting without it being something fandom related take stressed out miles (note that any and all stuff about miles and school is definitely me complaining about my school work)

When miles got to his dorm the first thing he did was kick off his shoes and fall face first onto the bottom bunk (I always say bottom/top bunk cause I have no idea who has which bunk Q^Q)

It had been a long day

The worst part? His day wasn't over, he still had a mountain of homework to get through. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration but it definitely felt like a mountain of homework when he sat down and stared at the pile of notebooks and folders full of assignments for each of his classes

This was always the hardest part, actually starting. Should he start with the easiest ones to give himself a bit of a break before getting into the harder ones? Or maybe he should just get the harder ones out of the way? Maybe it was smarter to start with his first period homework since it was due first?

Miles groaned as he let his head fall into his desk with a loud bang. why did this have to be so complicated?

Miles felt his phone buzz in his pocket, he should really turn his phone off unless he wants to get distracted. He pulled the device out of his pocket and nearly broke down in tears right then and there, it was a reminder that there was a test in his math class tomorrow, one he had not studied for yet

That just added to the list of work and questions of what he should do first. Now that he was aware he had a test it was probably more important to study for it then to do homework, it was worth more of his grade after all- but, he had missed so much schoolwork already and he wasn't sure if he could afford to not do the homework

Miles sighed as he pulled out his computer, he had to check his grades to make sure he could afford this, not doing the homework. He froze as he pulled up website, he really didn't want to check his grades

What if he was failing? He knew it was an unreasonable thought, just a few weeks ago he had all A's and he had been doing all the work he could and he knew he had been getting nothing but A's and B's on those, a missed day or two wasn't going to bring his grade down that bad, but what if?

Miles sucked in a sharp breath, checking his grades right now was not an option, and it wouldn't be an option until he was certain he was passing

What did that leave him with then? 7 classes worth of homework and a test to study for, all in- miles checked the time, it was 5:32

Right, 7 classes and a test in 13 hours, when he put it that way it didn't sound too bad. Miles looked through his homework, 2 worksheets, 3 packets, 1 essay, a few chapters of a book to read, and all the reviewing he had to do

Okay, he could start with math, his first period. All he had was a worksheet that would take maybe 30 minutes, then he couldn't move on to his next class and read the book, that would take him about an hour or so

The other worksheet would also take 30 minutes, each of the 3 packets would take an hour, the essay would take maybe two hours plus, and he could review for an hour at the minimum

That would all take... 8 hours at the minimum, let's move it up to 9 hours just to be safe. That left him 4 hours, he could use that time to shower and look over his work to make sure it was right. Then he couldn't go over his math notes one last time and then he'd go to class and he'll have all his work done and he'll be ready for the test

This could really work. Sure this means he has to stay up all night but it's not like it'd be the first time, besides, his parents always told him his number one concern in life should be school

With that, miles sat at the desk and began working on his homework

Just me projecting last week lol

Anyways I don't know how to tag and always use the minimal amounts so if someone could reach me that'd be great cause I suck at this

#miles molares #atsv

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lowkeyclueless5137 · 1 year

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The Old Cathedral IV

Hewo!

This is the last part of the cathedral arc apparently. :'3

What we will cover:

-the calling card

-the boss fight

-a bit of insight into the guest list for the party

Let's keep it short! So we can get to the boss fight and kick sum ass! :3

Now onto the action!

In the afternoon after the day where they decided to send the calling card, there was a chatter in between people around, while Akira was passing by the courthouse.

When he asked a passer by about it, they replied that some punks decided to mess up with a court room by sticking some sort of calling cards in the room: the doors, rails and especially the desk of the judge. How did they get inside overnight was a mistery and also the cameras weren't able to catch anyone. Akira also finds a stray calling card through the mass from there. Apparently they were stuck on the front door too. Flipping it, he could read the message:

'Taka Koizumi, Unholy Preacher of Greed. It has come to our attention your ways of operating. All of the illegal acts and lies you used for your own satisfaction will meet their end just how you ended so many innocents's lives. Therefore we have no option than to steal those desires, making you confess to all of your sins.'

Akira calls Ryuji like: 'Ryuji, where the kids at?!'.

Ryuji did say that he was currently going through some papers and that classes finished half a hour ago. He does ask why.

Akira 'they grow up so fast' Kurusu everyone... U-U9

Meanwhile, in the palace, the group reached the said treasure when the 'ceremony' was commencing. Yet now, at the treasure, guards were placed, much like the palace ruler himself.

The ceremony apparently was 'moved' in here. Money truly were a weapon to venerate in here...

Or more like blessing as the palace ruler declared. He was the diety of the courtroom and money were the sacrifice and blessing anyone chased for. For the right place, in court, time could be twisted, places renamed, people could dissappear and appear.

And that made Axe to charge forward, blade up and ready to slice down that bastard.

Except that the instruments formed a wall and pushed him out.

And so, the palace ruler became all of gold, lavishly reminiscent of a renaissance depiction of a diety, while the guards were angels. One with a shield and the other with a sword. The palace ruler had a balance in one hand and in the other some money.

And boy was it a tiresome fight. The instruments were a simple first wave, but the angels write controlled by the balance of the ruler. Each side of the balance corresponded with an angel. When money were put on a side, the angel in question would either attack or increase defence.

They needed a distraction for the angels so they could take that balance. And Heart was perfect for it, by climbing up using the instruments and banging the gigantic bell, making the angels to kneel due to the 'holy sound'.

In that short notice, the balance was simpler to break, therefore rendering the angels useless. And now only the palace ruler was left. It was a long battle due to the endurance of the boss itself, but without the angels and with the bell still covering any cry for help from the ruler, it was only a one way ticket to win.

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"You can't do this to me!" the ruler, now weaker, cried as he holded close and tight the gigantic book which was the treasure.

"I may be a greedy bastard as well..." Kraken mused, gun in hand.

BANG!

The warning shot was fired, cracking a window, in which the bullet was aimed at. "But you are a disgust even for someone like me." "I-I can do better! I can be a good f-"

BANG!

Another shot, this time towards the ceiling. "I don't want a father figure... No one wants to hear empty words..." The white haired thief mused.

"Then I believe you don't want to hear about that horrid creature..."

Kraken again was ready to cock the gun, when Axe stopped him. "What creature?" Rose inquired.

The palace ruler smiled with a cocky aura. "wouldn't you like to know? There is this little monster... Grey like ash... Was roaming around... I welcomed it as it seemed to not attack the holy objects... Yet it's hunger was never tamed... And it left..." The man tiredly said as his body began to dissappear slowly.

"grey? Wasn't it black? You liar!" Axe gripped onto his weapon. "No! It was grey... The black one was caught when it murdered the priests... Currently it resided in my dungeon before escaping and running away..." The shadow mused.

"you might want to avoid both of them..." and with that, the ruler dissappeared completely.

"Let's get outta here!" Spade demanded as the tower started to wobble and crumble. "the treasure tho..." Kraken dragged onto the book, Draco and knight helping out.

"get on, Mona! We need a lift!" Heart threw the cat in the air as the Monabus dropped and everyone got in, Axe in the driver seat. "HIT IT!" Flame demanded as Axe slammed his foot onto the gas pedal, making the bus to let out a cry as speed up towards the broken window.

It was a colective yelling as the Monabus landed on the roof of the cathedral, Axe spinning the wheel in a frenzy and the vehicle spun as well, falling off the cathedral and landing in a bush on the garden, with everyone groaning.

"Just... Let's get out of here..." "on it, leader..." Kraken mumbled.

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Back in the real world, the group was still groaning, thankfully Akira being the one who found them.

The gigantic book was now only a simple book cover box. Opening it, the boys found a whole lot of gems and stones. They thought they could make a fortune.

Keyword: thought

Akira tells them that those were cheap glass props. And here they thought they could make a fortune. :'3c

Nonetheless, he takes the kids to LeBlanc all. Azul was the one who kept on the said box. It was a cheap box, so they couldn't pawn it for a considerable sum.

Upon group decision, Azul was the one who would keep it. It would make for a nice decoration tho. :3

Although the small celebration was short. They wanted to party a bit, but the other palace was a tad bit too important, given that Cheeka knew about the possible deadline, aka when Leona would leave Japan.

So now, since 5th of June was close, the group decided to party on the same night with the said lavish party.

After that, the topic shifted to the party itself. Malleus and Kalim were the guests, while Jamil was Kalim's plus one. Epel was salty af that Azul was their mom's special guest. Mrs Ashengrotto was the one who provided catering, so she(as the owner of the whole thing) had an invitation as a guest, which was given to Azul. Azul didn't have any plus one tho. :'3

But still, Ace is that lil shit who asked Malleus how is his preparations for party going. Malleus proudly says that his fit is ready and he will so gonna have fun. The group wants to get fit checks tho. :3

Now the group is playing the waiting game. While they were confident in their heist, still there was that doubt.

But also now Azul/Kraken won't be helping them anymore. Epel tho, was more than excited to go and kick more ass.

So for now, the group played the waiting game.

Wop! Now it is time for the intermission :3c

Which yep! It will cover the party! :D

It was kind of short... But meh... :'3

Until next time! Buh bye! :3

#p5 x twst #twisted wonderland #Man this was a short ending :'3 #But the intermission would be the party so...

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milkmademozzarella · 2 years

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Let me preface this by saying that this is not a fanfiction, this is a drabble. Thank you to @craftycheetah for helping me get this out!!

No, no, no, but can you imagine a no-powers AU professional chess player Shinsou? Because I can see it!

Okay, so let me set the scene...

You two met in high school; you both were in AP classes, most of your classes lining up. And so often, you would see this boy get tormented for everything under the sun, his looks, his hair, his hobbies, but there was one thing about him that stuck out to you. At lunch, while you’d hang out with your friends, you would see him sitting with one other person, a blonde fellow with a black lightning stripe down his hair. You’d seen him around before. He was on the cheer team. But there was something different, laying on the table was a chessboard.

“Wow, Hitoshi!” The blonde exclaimed, “You’re super good at this!”

You were intrigued, to say the least, so what do intrigued people do? They investigate, of course! So you made your way over to the nearly empty table, waving and smiling at the two boys, asking them what they were doing.

“We’re playing chess!” Energy radiated in the blonde’s voice. “Hitoshi is a literal genius when it comes to this game!”

“Mind if I have a turn?” You asked.

"Go ahead!” The energetic one answered.

So you played, trying your best to make small talk between each chess piece moving. Hitoshi answered politely, asking you questions in return about your day, how the classes you shared were going, etc. One question caught you off guard, though.

“So do you have a boyfriend?”

You spluttered and dropped the piece on the floor, going under the table to pick it back up and place it on the board.

“Oh-um! I… I’m single, pretty much….”

“What a shame,” A small sigh left his lips. “You seem like a lovely person. Especially to be talking to the ‘weird kid’,”

“I don’t think you’re weird, I think you’re pretty cool!” You offered him a small smile.

Your eyes gravitated towards his, away from the pieces and the game, towards his facial features. You thought he was pretty, he had a strong jawline, beautiful lavender-colored eyes, and the eye bags actually suited him!

“Checkmate,” His smooth voice rolled over you, and your eyes met. “I hope to see you again, (Y/N).”

A smile came to both of your faces.

And that was the start of your friendship with him!

People always asked, “Y/n, you’re such a nice person! Why are you hanging out with that weirdo?” but you always gave them the same answer. “Just because you think he’s weird doesn’t mean he is.”

So, you began to sit at his table during lunch. Only him and the other person whose name you figured out is Denki. Denki was super friendly! You can see why he and Hitoshi got along.

Over time you grew away from your friends. No, it didn’t make you a social outcast perse, but you were looked down upon by those that didn’t like Hitoshi and, in turn, decided to use you as a tactic for bullying him.

“Dude, she’s super cool. Why don’t you ask her out before someone comes around and picks her up?”

“She’s not into me anyways. Besides you heard what those assholes said. Try anything and they make the rest of her year here a living hell.”

“Hi ‘toshi!” You bounced up to the table, unaware of what they were talking about.

“Hi (Y/N)!” Denki gleamed.

Hitoshi put up a hand and waved at you.

“Are we gonna play another game of chess today?” You asked, rubbing your hands together.

“Actually, (Y/N)!” Denki smiled, energy radiating off of him once again. “We were wondering if you wanted to meet us at the park this Friday! After school? It’ll be super fun!”

Denki repeatedly kicked Hitoshi under the table, indicating that he should continue the conversation with you. When that wasn’t effective enough, he had one last option.

“Welp! I need to go to the bathroom. You two continue planning the date- day! I mean day! You two continue planning the day! I will be back!”

Once Denki walked away from the table, you looked at Hitoshi, who was avoiding your gaze.

“Hey, ‘toshi. Are you okay? You’re kinda quiet today. More quiet than usual. Is something wrong?”

“I'm okay. Let’s just finish this game and lunch then go to class.”

“What about Friday?”

“Maybe another time!” he stammers, packing his things and rushing out of the cafeteria, the tips of his ears burning bright pink.

Your brows furrowed at his strange behavior as he ran off.

The next time you saw Hitoshi was in AP environmental. You recently moved to his table for a project, and of course, it gifted you a few glares and whispers. You would always ignore them, but they did hurt a little bit.

Hitoshi felt terrible about what he did. He shouldn’t have run off like that and left you there alone. So when he saw you in class, he passed you a note, not wanting people to see you talk to him out of fear of what they’d do to you.

“About the park on Friday… I’d love to. What time?”

You smiled and looked up at him, making a 5 symbol with your hand, and he nodded, shooting you a quick text about the details before the teacher walked in and class started.

‘I’ve got a date with the cutest guy ever!’ you think.

After two long days, Friday eventually arrived.

You met with Hitoshi at the park. You started off the evening with a few chess matches, him complimenting you on how much you’ve improved since your first chess match and ending the evening sitting on the swings, talking about life and checking up on each other.

“Still no boyfriend?” Hitoshi asked.

“Still no boyfriend,” You sighed. “I wish I had one though! That’d be cool.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I still don’t have a girlfriend,”

“That’s actually very surprising, you’re such a catch and I bet you’d make a great boyfriend,”

“Well… a lot of the girls at our school don’t think so,”

“They’re just being stupid! You’re too good for them anyways,”

“Yeah… I guess so,” There was a comfortable silence between the two of you for a few minutes. “Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“What if I had a crush on my best friend?”

“Denki? You should totally go for him!”

“Uh, no, I meant…you,” His screwed his eyes tightly shut. “It’s just that… you’re so cool and nice and I really love you and I can see us spending the rest of our lives together and-”

“You… you love me?”

He nodded, his head buried in his hands as he desperately tried to hide the rising blush on his face.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered, y’know.” “You think I’m cute?” “I think you’re hot. If you’d pull your head out of your hands, I could tell you to that cute face of yours.”

He stared at you as you smiled and let out a soft giggle. He began laughing as well, your hands slipping into each other, and the swingset rocked you both back and forth.

“Wanna be cute together?” He looked at you with wide eyes.

“I’d love to!” You pecked his cheek.

And that would be the story of how you and Hitoshi got together!

#hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi #shinsou #x reader #hitoshi x reader #shinsou x y/n #shinsou x reader #hitoshi x y/n #fluff #slice of life #AU #high school AU #no powers AU #my hero academia #denki kaminari

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festeringneondistraction · 1 year

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What slipping though the cracks feels like

So im back on my bullshit. Life has just seriously been kicking me while im down. At this point I wouldn't mind moving back in with parents but unfortunately thats just not a fucking option. Sure my brother gets to live at home for the first few years of adulthood but i dont!?!?! He tried alaska, it didnt work out. he tried new mexico, it didnt work out, he tried the Navy and then that didnt work out. Im not shaming him I just feel like my family has given him a lot more grace. He has a lot of credit card debt and now that me and jacob are bringing on the debt people start judging.

Im so fucking frustrated, it genuinely feels like there is just no place for me in this world. It sucks. Its absolutely crushing. I have so many things that I want to do and be but zero reasources. Theres no money im so alone. its not fair to try and force jacob to try and get a job when i cant even find a job. Hes been unemployed for a while.

The main thing pissing me off is bureaucracy... I absolutely do not possess the skills needed to be able to access the services I need. Everyone ALWAYS says "just get on disability, just get a social worker to help you" okay HOW. HOW do i get that? Its not as simple as go to the website or make a phone call. Im terrible with phone calls, the websites just straight up do not work sometimes, and I don't have all the documents. Im Autistic, I was diagnosed late senior year of highschool (during covid). They attempted to get me services but there was not the time. I was full on failing and nobody at that school really should have let me graduate. It was an incredibly poor decision on there part. Honestly over 50% of the class should have not graduated. I kind of dont have basic math skills as well? Due to my learning disabilities (which also went undiagnosed for years) I have the math skills of a 6th grader (potentially worse) at 19.

I want to do collage but im worried I couldn't handle it. I also just cant afford to go to school and not work. Im done. Im so sick of this country (U.S). Slipping through the cracks sucks so much. I honestly wish I was more visably disabled so maybe someone might help me. I really need help. We cant navagate this. I DONT HAVE LIFESKILLS I CAN BARELY TAKE CARE OF MYSELF. How do you tell people that?

I dont like borrowing money from people but we really haven't had much of a choice. I feel like im taking advantage of people but im really not trying to. I have this deep impending fear that this is all my fault, im not trying hard enough and i just need to get my shit together. Or that im self sabotaging or enabling jacob or some shit. I feel like a fucking criminal sometimes. It hurts. It doesn't help that our families treat us like criminals sometimes. I hate that ive lied so many times about having a job but im sick of the fucking lectures, I really do appreciate all the people who have helped and all the money ive been given but goddamn it i hate taking peoples money but im literally forced to. Ive had my rent paid for me a few times now,,, its embarrassing. The worst part is people see that you have had other people helping out with rent and immediately judge you. If I didnt have food stamps I would have legitimately starved by now.

I went to the hospital a few weeks ago. I was already having a severe panic attack then got news that my uncle died in a car accident. I still dont know if im in a place where i can write out exactly what my brain felt like in those days but it was terrifying. I was hallucinating harder than I ever had before. They gave me the option to stay or just take some anxiety meds and go home. I took the meds. Part of me wishes I had just stayed. It really feels like that was the only way I was going to get real help that I need. I get really bad intrusive thoughts so thats how I actually got admitted.

All I want is some peace of mind and stability. Thats fucking it. I dont even need to be happy right now i just need to catch my fucking breath. Ive been unemployed almost 2 months now. It took 6 months last time for us to get settled into this god forsaken apartment. Im grateful I HAVE an apartment for sure because its not lost on me how easily I could lose it. I know I should be paying my own rent. im more than fucking aware. I feel bad lying to people because it stresses me out but mostly because we straight up cant afford to have people mad at us right now. I need every support system I can fucking get. Its not fair none of this is fair I don't think my family understands how disabled I actually am let alone jacob. I constantly trying to figure out ways to make money its just not fucking working.

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fedoranonymous · 2 years

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who doesn't want to marry their best friend, anyway?

This is the one I wrote like 2 years ago that I still super like. There's at least one, probably two companion pieces to finish the story, but like, it ain't the Great Big Space Opera AU for nothing. TW for violence, child abuse, homophobic people being bastards, underage drinking

Rae Na knows there's a lot going on right now. Most of her friends are older -- skipping a grade will do that and gravitating toward the openly queer bunch in a Catholic high school like an idiot will do it even more -- they have things like college and apprenticeships and prom and apartments and whatever the hell is going on with Kelly-Anne, who Rae Na is pretty sure isn't a smidge off the straight and narrow but then that is exactly the plausible deniability she needs to look her father in the eye. Sure, it's barely October, but her friends always have so much to do and Rae Na is always so free to help. So she decides she's not going to say anything to anyone, maybe that she got into a fight with her daddy if asked, maybe about whether singing is a valid career choice if pressed, which should pass the muster since it's true enough. If they ask why she's being cagey, it's because she said some things she regrets and feels badly about it, even though she's right --

"He figured you out, didn't he?" says Keith, no hi, no what happened, not a damn word, just blasting straight to the core of her like some kind of drunken psychic. It catches her out, all the hedges she had planned, you know, for a normal conversation. She must make some kind of face, because his breaks. "Oh, sweetheart," he croons, and then her face is full of shoulder and she can't catch her breath and she spent an hour getting this concealer just right, Keith Kogane, how dare.

"We were fighting about whether singing is a valid career option again," she hiccups, face set even as tears ruin all her hard work making her face look not quite so wretched.

"Songbird," Keith says, pulling back to narrow his eyes at her. "Come on now."

Rae Na squares her shoulders. There's no where for her to go now but straight to hell, anyway. "He said he didn't want 'those closeted lesbians' touching his daughter and I said it wouldn't bother me if they did."

"Ooof," says Kelly-Anne, and Rae Na cringes; if Kelly-Anne's coming out of her coma, it's because Rae Na is fucked enough to be on her level. "There ain't much coming back from that."

"You can stay at my place, Rae Na," says Maria Althea, moving the Wilderness Survival Kit™ she calls a backpack off the bench she's sitting on. "We can make s'mores."

"Breaking into the National Park to share a sleeping bag with a chick that got kicked out of her house after she got caught chin deep in pussy ain't gonna do anything for her reputation, Wilderness Witch, stand down." Keith is still holding Rae Na close, so she can't see his face as he talks, but he sounds thoughtful. Distracted.

"I don't break into National Parks," says Maria Althea, incapable of reading other people's moods as usual. (This, and being borderline openly homeless, is what sets Maria Althea apart from Maria Jose, Maria Jane, and Maria no-middle-name (but the same last name as Maria Jose (no relation)).) "I break into the estates of the rentier class."

"Was that you I was shooting at through the blueberries last night?" says Kelly-Anne, and Rae Na has never been so glad to have been forgotten. "'Cause I'll make you a key for the guest house if you want."

Rae Na wonders if that's an open offer.

"I prefer to have a direct line to my Goddess," says Maria Althea.

"Why are you still in Catholic school?" hisses Rae Na, disbelieving. Where is she even getting the tuition money? But she'll never ask that, too afraid of the answer.

"We'll get hitched," says Keith, and suddenly Rae Na doesn't know how she managed to ignore him for so long.

"You've got a fella?" asks Maria Althea, all excited to move on as usual.

"I thought Johnee-with-two-Es decided he liked other bears?" Kelly-Anne asks, and some day Rae Na's gonna sit Pinkie over here down and get his entire relationship history, she swears, every day it's a different boy deciding he's into something or someone else.

No wonder he spends every day three sheets to the wind. (He'd probably have an easier time if he didn't spend every day three sheets to the wind.)

"No one can be a bear before they've got a decent beard, Kelly-Anne, it's a whole--" Keith waves the thought off, turning back to Rae Na, still in his arms. "All you said was something about how lesbians don't bother you, right?"

"I…" she thinks about it, really she does. "I guess?"

"And you're sixteen, right?" Keith continues, getting excited.

"Oh fuck no," Kelly-Anne says, sounding not in the least dismayed. Maria Althea's little head starts moving wildly, hat flying off, catching Rae Na's attention.

"Not until the end of the month," Rae Na says, wondering.

"And your dad likes me okay, right?" Keith continues. "You said he asks about me."

"Just 'cause you're the only boy I've ever brought home," Rae Na squints up at him. It's not like she's never brought a girl home, but after what happened to Maria Althea, she hasn't dared again. "That was seventh grade though."

"Fuck, for you it was, yeah," Keith breaths, staring off into the distance for a long moment. That was before she skipped eighth grade, though, so he'd have been, what, a freshman? His freshman homecoming dance, yeah, and Rae Na had just wanted to see what the big deal was.

It was the last time her daddy had gotten out the camera to take a picture of her.

There are squealing noises from the peanut gallery.

"It could work," Keith says, that cocky-ass grin on his face that Rebecca Sue Draper had said she wanted to kiss off, that Rae Na actually had, one September before either of them knew who they were gonna grow up to be. It didn't taste half as good as kissing the smirk off of Rebecca Sue Draper, later, when Keith had been kicked off the football team and Rae Na had quietly not tried out for high school cheerleading and Rebecca Sue Draper had quit talking to any of them at all.

"Keith, you're as straight as a roundabout," Rae Na says, poking him in the chest. She feels bold, mad. Punch drunk, even.

"I've slept my way through damn near every boy in this town who's less than five years older or three years younger 'n me and isn't straighter than the average boulevard, and I don't think any of them want a second taste," Keith says, flip. "All's I've gotta do when I get out of town is not talk to any assholes back here, except my daddy and I don't talk to him about 'nything real."

"Keith, you can't," Rae Na says, even as she imagines her daddy getting out the camera again, herself all dressed in white -- hell, Keith'd probably wear a dress too, that's pretty close to perfect.

"You could get it annulled the next day," Kelly-Anne says. "Or just not actually submit the paperwork, it depends on how involved your daddy wants to be. But Judge Peterson is fishing buddies with Keith's daddy, he's pretty laid back."

"I'll just strut into the courthouse like, " Keith puts his sunglasses on just to take them off again, "'sir, I am a Homosexual'. And Petey-Petey will be like, 'no fucking shit, jackass, what the hell were you thinking'."

Petey-Petey, Rae Na mouths at Maria Althea, who is doing the exact same thing.

"We can go on 'double dates' and no one will get harassed on the street or at home," Keith says. "It can work, if you let me."

"Why would you go through all this for little old me?" Rae Na asks, and this time she doesn't care about how her make-up is running.

Well, only a little.

"If I can only help one person survive this meat grinder," says Keith, fingers tracing the edge of Rae Na's black eye. "Well, then, songbird, you've got the best chance of helping a hundred people get through it."

"I'll tell you right now, Mother Dearest is going to be pissed as all hell that you're stealing her wedding planning thunder," says Kelly-Anne, standing up.

She sounds excited about it.

"Your mother thinks I'm interested in you, so I'm not sure I give a damn about her opinions," Keith snarks back, picking up his bag and Rae Na's. The better to starting selling the con of the century, she guesses.

"What's wrong with me?" Kelly-Anne asks, falling into step with Keith even as he pulls Rae Na forward, arm around her shoulders like he did four years ago. At least he's not shorter than her anymore.

"You stretch out my dresses," Keith says, pulling Rae Na close. "Rae and I are the same size, much more copacetic."

Oh. Pretending to suddenly go full Honest to God Good Catholic Boy would be too much, but a straight drag queen? Yeah. That they can sell. Trust Keith to take off running.

"We can share foundation, too," Rae Na adds, leaning around Keith to address Kelly-Anne.

Yeah, this can work.

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Rae Na slips out of the back seat of her sister-in-law's car, turning back to help her nephew with his car seat. Daddy stomps out of the other side grumpily, but she decides to blame her brother for taking the front seat and not the cast on her arm.

She's just about done debating whether or not she should try for an ice breaker (even though they live together; the silence has lasted for hours) when hands cover her eyes. "Guess who," says Keith, more cheerily than she's heard in weeks.

"You're going to mass?" Rae Na asks, ignoring the question entirely to turn in his arms and stare at him.

"Hell no," says Keith, before glancing Daddy's way nervously. "I've got a bake sale to run." Benefiting the free clinic, every Sunday; everybody knows that much. He pulls a small box from said bake sale out from his jacket pocket, brandishing it inches from her face. "These are your favorite, right?"

From the delicate yellow frosting, it's one of Mrs. Christine Draper's signature lemon soda cakes; Daddy's favorite, not hers. They've decided that if they're going to get married, even for pretend, they should know some things about each other; she'd been wondering why he'd asked about that, though.

She nods easily, taking the cupcake out of its packaging and checking Daddy's expression: jaw dropped and stagnant. Good.

(Her brother is mouthing Gay Keith at her in a similar stake of shock, which is rude because the only other Keith she's heard of is Old Man Keith, and he's three years dead and also gay. Or very, very chummy with his roommate, if you ask the Olds about it, but Rae Na knows who bought her Keith his first set of heels.)

Keith kisses her cheek then, lets their fingers tangle and disentangle as he walks backwards toward the clinic. Not too much; this charade doesn't work if it's too much. "I'll see you after I hit the bank, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Rae Na waves him off with one hand, heading back towards the cathedral like she cares as much about getting a good seat as Daddy does. "Go save the world, one broken arm at a time."

"I wish my patients only had one broken bone at a time," Keith scoffs, turning around.

Rae Na is on church property before Daddy catches up, hand heavy on her bad shoulder. "He made an exception!"

Rae Na finishes the cupcake, slipping the wrapper inside the box to dispose of later. "Yeah?" She may prefer chocolate, but it is a damn good cupcake, all moist and fluffy.

"That boy never makes exceptions," Daddy says, tugging her shoulder again, urgent. Rae Na absently wishes she hadn't done her make-up this morning, so the whole damn congregation could see what she puts up with. "Even when your mother used to 'use the bathroom' to sneak out and go to the clinic early."

"Well he'd damn well better start making exceptions unless he wants to pawn off that ring he just bought," Rae Na rolls her eyes. "We've been dating for four years and he's barely managed to take me out to dinner once."

"You don't go out," Daddy says. "I ask every week, and you never say you have plans."

"Right?" Rae Na exclaims. "I thought for sure he'd be able to take a few nights off after his daddy started dating that rich lady, but now he's 'saving for college' even though he already knows Doc's going to pay his way through med school."

"I thought the boy's grades dropped and he became a drunken thug," Daddy said so sincerely that Mrs. Christine Draper, next to them in the doorway, laughs.

Good. Mrs. Draper is a total gossip; the whole town will "know" she and Keith are an item before sundown.

"He's working three jobs and only getting paid for one of them, Daddy," says Rae Na. "Besides, C's get degrees."

As they shuffle into their pews, right up front the way Daddy likes it, her sister-in-law leans in to not-really-whisper, "You know he was saving up to buy you that ring, right?"

"You think?" Actually they'd used his sister's credit card, cooing over designs late into their lunch period behind the elementary school's stage and trying to build convincing-enough chemistry to fool the people she lives with. It's still a good story; she makes a note to tell Keith after he's done depositing bake sale funds tonight.

"You are not dating Gay Keith," her brother hisses from the end of the line.

"Of course not," Rae Na snaps. "Gay Keith died three years ago; I'm dating Bake Sale Keith." Yeah, that's pretty good for under pressure; most people do know him from being a stickler for exact change at the clinic's bake sale every Sunday, right?

She adds, under her breath but pitched to carry: "Unless he doesn't pop the question soon, but he bought a ring and he's been making more of an effort to get lunch together, even if he works nights, so he's got to be working up to it, right?"

Her sister-in-law, who is the youngest in her family and blissfully ignorant of the high school gossip circles, and who only started coming to church regularly when Daddy was declared too blind to drive and so is blissfully ignorant of the old women's gossip circles, and who generally misses most town drama up to and including the Swans Incident last year, lays a gentle hand on Rae Na's good shoulder and smiles encouragingly. "I'm sure he wants it just as much as you do, sweetheart. He sounds like a catch."

The priest is walking in then, but Daddy still hisses, "Rae Na, use your influence to get your boyfriend to set aside a half dozen lemon soda cakes for us. Just this once, Jesus will be okay with you texting during church." It's all Rae Na can do not to guffaw into the hush.

She does take the opportunity to text Keith, I hope you know what you did with that cupcake.

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"Why do they call you Gay Keith when you aren't gay?" says Daddy to the dinner table, just after serving and grace and before anyone has even gotten a bite in.

Keith turns to Rae Na, chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth, and raises an eyebrow at her. She shrugs helplessly, shakes her head subtly. They're doing this because her Daddy's violently homophobic, but she doesn't want to make someone as attached to his self image as Keith lie about his entire life.

"Abeonim," Keith says, and damn, when did he have time to learn that? Just for her? "I don't know what other people are thinking half the time as it is. But when a guy dyes his hair florescent pink, shows up to school in his sister's cheerleading uniform, and plans weddings for a living, I'd probably forget to ask about his specific preferences before calling him gay, too."

"Why do you act gay if you aren't gay, then?" Daddy continues, heedless of the awkward looks around their dinner table. This whole 'asking the blessing' thing was a mistake. "Don't you know what people say about you?"

"Nope," Keith says, popping the p and taking a bite of her sister-in-law's best Korean food, a weird mishmash of Rae Na's childhood favorites that ends up not being anything particular. "And I don't care, neither."

"They say you turn their sons gay and their daughters into Wilderness Women!" Papa exclaims.

Rae Na can't help but laugh, "Maria Althea is her own damn animal and exactly where she's always wanted to be," she chastises. "She wouldn't want you to blame anyone but herself."

"I have a better track record turning gay men straight, anyway," Keith mutters sullenly around his glass, before he gives her a sidelong, wondering look. "It's a good thing I have Rae Na, then, isn't it?"

It's not a "this will help sell our act" look, either, and yeah, this is for her, and critical to her "not going to school with broken bones" record, but she's going to have a long chat with him later about how he's not allowed to stay straight and miserable once she moves out of her daddy's house on her eighteenth birthday.

"What is a Wilderness Woman?" asks her sister-in-law with growing horror.

"A bit of a witch who gets kicked out of her house and refuses to either move in with her girlfriend or go to the shelter because of a three-part plan she can explain none of the parts of," Rae Na says, taking a drink. Oh thank God, she thought she'd been too subtle asking Keith to spike it for her earlier. "Her name is Maria Althea and I don't know why we gotta act like it happened more than the once, or what Keith supposedly had to do with it."

"Griff called me when he found the shallow grave her daddy and brother left her in and I brought the shovels and the first aid kit so we could dig her the hell out of it," Keith says, heavy with something stronger than anger. Scarier. "And yeah, I let her say whatever the hell transphobic shit she wanted about her near death experience, you know, from being buried alive. Fucking Christ, can you imagine doing that to your only daughter? Just 'cause she likes girls a little more than she likes fellas?"

And oh, he's making direct eye contact with Daddy, who got to his feet at some point and is now staring at the both of them, clearly horrified. She wonders if he'd ever thought about the path they were on before today.

Rae Na strokes his arm with her bad hand, now in a half cast while she relearns it. "Transphobic, though?" Rae Na says, wrinkling her nose. If she was brave enough to have this conversation with her daddy, she wouldn't need Keith. "I know trans witches." Her eyes go wide, glancing at Daddy. "Of. I know of them."

"The divine feminine as a form of energy, sure," Keith says, turning to her. She can see the moment he lets go of the conversation, and hopes he can see her gratitude. "Ancient gods in general as metaphors for different kinds of ineffable acts, Mother Earth and Father Time, that's existed forever. But she was saying shit about the womb being divine specifically and I'm like, you know, who decides that witches and wizards were just the magic genders and not inherently a metaphor for the self-taught genius versus the academic, you know?"

"You've been reading that Terry Pratchett again," Rae Na says dismissively, because magic is not an acceptable subject to change to in her house, and Keith said Pratchett was a favorite author, and she hopes he'll go along with a wrong guess for her sake

"Among others," says Keith, neutrally. Thank God. "I like the overt political metaphors about the inherent corruptibility of Man and how it can be overcome by just giving a fuck for once in your life."

"You are not going to go very far in life with a mouth like that," Daddy says, and good, she can handle the Profanity Lecture tonight.

Anything but shallow graves and the lesbians in them.

"You've clearly never met a doctor," Keith snaps back, as bright and easy as if he'd never had that murderous look in his eye at all.

[Line Break]

Later that night, when Keith and Daddy are on the front porch, hopefully getting to the damn point of the evening, and her sister-in-law is putting her nephew down for bed, her brother and she finish up the dishes in silence. "He really gives a damn about you, huh? Even though he's more bent than a crazy straw?"

Rae Na looks toward the front porch, three walls and two closed doors between them, and still leans in close to her brother's side to whisper, "I don't want to be the next Maria Althea." She hadn't even heard the full story before, if what Keith had said tonight even was the full story, but it really captures everything she's terrified of in one horrifying image. "And besides," she adds with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood, "he said he's slept his way through all the boys of a half decent age already."

Her brother puts his hand on her neck, heavy and not-quite-dry. "And who doesn't want to marry their best friend, anyway?"

"It's like," Rae Na grabs dry plates to start putting them away. "Life goals, right?"

"Just wish you could find a girlfriend who treats you half as right as Keith does," he says, like the words have been dragged out of him. "Then you'd have everything."

"Yeah, well, it's not like Keith's after my feminine virtue," she snarks back, putting rice in the fridge as if it's reusable because her sister-in-law will pout if she doesn't. "And it's not like I can treat them right when I'm living in Narnia."

He gets that awful, sharply sad look in his eyes and Rae Na puts a finger on his lip before he can say something horrible about how he wishes Momma had lived instead of Daddy. "Don't you dare."

The door opens to that awful chainsaw laugh her Daddy does, showing them a perfect image of his hand heavy on Keith's neck, Keith's hands in his pockets, both of them smiling. "Champagne! We need to celebrate!"

"Oh," asks Rae Na, sly. "What are we celebrating?" she asks Keith, as if she doesn't know exactly why he suddenly needed to take a night off from the train yard to come to dinner at her father's house.

"Don't worry about it," Keith says, just as slick.

"It don't got anything to do with that ring box in your pocket, does it?" Rae Na asks easily, poking him in the flask.

"Oh, fine," says Keith, tossing the black velvet box over with surprising accuracy. "I was gonna break out the guitar in the middle of the quad, but this works too."

As if.

Rae Na slips the ring on matter-of-factly, holding it up to admire smooth titanium, unadorned except for a red zigzag through the middle. "Is this a heartbeat or a soundwave?" She'd left that part up to him, to have something to be surprised over.

He comes up from behind to wrap his arms around her middle, the way she's seen him do for his sister or his cousin a million times but now fraught with their lies. "It's 'I love you'," he says, hooking his chin over his shoulder. With neither of them in shoes, it isn't even hard. "Do you like it?"

"No, you idiot," she rolls her eyes and kisses him on the cheek. This is probably a lip-kiss moment, but, uh, no thank you. "I love it."

His arms tighten around her middle comfortably and Rae Na imagines, briefly, a world where everything they're selling is real, where they're both straight if fruity as hell, or bi maybe, and in love, and she gets to have this comforting presence at her side forever.

Who doesn't want to marry their best friend, anyway?

"Oh, my daughter has no soul for romance," Daddy says, with four of the good champagne flutes and her sister-in-law beside him with the good champagne, which is probably too old to be drinkable anyway.

"Good thing I'm marrying a damn wedding planner, then, isn't it?" she quips, leaning back into Keith's strength like it's hers to keep.

[Line Break]

Rae Na is still surprised with what Keith and Kelly-Anne are willing to put up with in this name of her safety. She thinks part of it is that Kelly-Anne is engaged and present for the first time all year and Rae Na gets that, Keith Kogane loves his sister like he's loved nobody else and that is as it should be, but there's no reason for Rae Na to actually come along to their family dinner turned wedding planning meeting as long as she doesn't get seen anywhere else during that time, it ain't like they're fooling Keith's family, but here she is, bundled carefully between Keith and Kelly-Anne and under Keith's arm the way she's been getting used to for months. Keith's tracking faux pas versus clichés with mounting amusement in one ear and Kelly-Anne is tracking how, mostly due to Miss Louisa and Mister Kurt being total hos, none of this wedding is actually costing the richest lady in town a dime.

Rae Na is glad to be with them, even if she's not quite sure why.

"And you!" Miss Louisa turns toward them now. The waiter is standing behind her with the check and a pained look; Mister Kurt is trying to talk them into another bottle. "Throwing off my seating charts! Who are you?!"

"I'm Rae Na Kim," Rae Na says, still mostly turned to listen to Kelly-Anne. "Did I not mention that?"

"But who are you?!" Miss Louisa demands, and so much about Kelly-Anne makes sense in a way she'd have never known from her mother's friendlier public face.

"She's my fiancée, Ma, we've been over this," Keith says, squeezing her shoulder and staring at his nails like he wants to pick at them, but can't figure out how to without letting her go. Rae Na is surprised how easily that "Ma" slips out, considering for the last month it's been "that idiot broad my pops insists on marrying" or "my sister's damn foolish egg donor" depending on who brought her up.

"When?" Miss Louisa demands.

And Keith has that "hook line sinker" expression, which he turns toward Rae Na and Kelly-Anne for a heavenly moment before addressing God Above, or more accurately given Keith's Whole Deal™, the ceiling. "Well, pink and red, unless you think going by favorite colors is gauche?"

"Wouldn't that be pink and more pink?" Rae Na snarks back, leaning more heavily into Keith's space. Love, in love and getting married and not at all turned off by Keith's manspreading, she can do this.

"I'm just saying, I can do something real pretty with a monochrome," he says, laying his head on hers. She nods easily; on the off chance they end up actually having to have this wedding they're "planning", she doesn't actually care much about what they do. "So June or April would be ideal."

"Oh, not June," Rae Na argues instantly, lifting her head to face him, the picture of distress. They're getting good at this. "My brother's anniversary is on the 3rd and my Daddy's is on the 28th and your Daddy's is about to be on the 21st and then there's father's day in there somewhere…"

"April then," Keith nods, then grimaces. "Or February, I guess, but I think it's pretty shallow minded to plan your wedding around an existing romantic holiday, like the whole point of an anniversary is to have an excuse to go on a date, why would you want to consolidate them?" It would be overselling if she hadn't heard this whole spiel every time someone approaching their age group got married in the last five years or so.

"April then," Rae Na says decisively.

"Next year, April," Keith says to Miss Louisa now, and oh, the flies a gap like that can catch. "End of the month, preferably."

"Why not this April?" Rae Na asks, sullenly.

"We can go down to the Justice of the Peace tomorrow if you're in such a damn hurry," Keith murmurs into her ponytail. She gets they make a pretty picture, all tangled up in each other like this.

Rae Na sighs. "I'm not in no damn hurry."

"Keith, you're more turnt than a cul de sac," says Mister Kurt, extra bottle forgotten besides him.

"He was sober when he asked me," Rae Na retorts, turning toward him now. "And he'll be sober when he says 'I do', or else I'll whoop his lily ass, and he's never too drunk to hit a target from a half a mile down the road, so I don't really see how it's a problem."

"Unless you thought 'turnt' meant something else, Pops," Keith follows up instantly, and God, the thrill Rae Na gets having someone quick enough to back her up. Someone willing to back her up.

[Line Break]

It's back down to the singing thing again. They've very nearly gotten physical, up in each other's faces and screaming loud enough to shake the foundations, and her brother took one look at this and packed the family back up into his car to go to Mass without them, and she's really not expecting anything but a shallow grave at this point except for how the door bursts open behind her.

"What in the Sam Hill do y'all think you're doing?" Keith shouts, instantly into the space between them, space that didn't exist a moment ago but Keith is still all bandaged up, even if he's moving now, and Rae Na refuses to hurt him even on accident.

(He can't afford those fancy new surgeries that leave you better than new, not now that the wedding's off and Miss Louisa and Mister Kurt are being petty little dumbasses about the whole thing. Probably she's even more mad that he's out of the hospital already, even though he checked himself out against medical advice to keep the bill down.)

"She won't listen!" Daddy says, and she cannot believe he thinks her fiancé is going to listen to him over her, but then, Daddy always did think he made sense. "She wants to throw away her education to sing, like that ever pays the bills for real people!"

"It's an open audition, on a Saturday; I'll know right away if I don't get it, and I'll be back to church straight away the next day either way!" She shouts at her father again. Keith doesn't deserve this, but honestly. "I have nothing to lose!"

"I'll take you," Keith says in that quiet way he gets now, like he's just tired.

"You can't be serious!" Daddy shouts, turning on him now, and Rae Na is going to be sick if he hurts Keith when he's already so beaten down.

"The whole reason I proposed to her is because that voice of hers has the chance to save lives," Keith says calmly, with an edge of pain at the end of it from how the words pull at his burns, and wow, it's not like he hasn't told her that, but it's different when he's sober and murderous. "And if we're wrong? Let Simon Cowell tell us that, okay? Leave it to the experts. She ain't gonna lose out on 'nything going into the city on her day off, just -- fucking-- be a good dad for once in your shitty life. Fuck." This last is punctuated by him rubbing his neck just below where the bandages stop. "Let's get y'all to church."

Keith snatches up a bake sale box on his way out, undoubtedly five lemon soda cakes and one mocha lava cake, the same order he'd've set aside for them before his hospital visit. An especially kind gesture considering that Maria Althea has no compunctions selling as soon as things are dropped off on the way into church, or starting a bidding war for particular favorites. Rae Na can imagine Keith coming in early, pinching Maria Althea on the arm the way he does, swooping the cakes aside with flippant ease, and then seeing her brother fly into the church without her or Daddy and flying over here. She feels so shameful.

Daddy must be too, considering the way he doesn't even say anything about how Keith's truck has a trashbag in place of the passenger door or the way Keith tries to steer with his knees when he has to shift gears, and his truck is a manual. Rae Na takes over the gear changes, since she's straddled over the stick anyway (better than getting her church clothes dirty in the truck bed by far) and resolves to be Keith's personal chauffeur in the future. It'll involve a lot of early mornings, she thinks, but Keith is worth it.

He saved her life; time to return the favor. Or pay it forward.

"Hey," Keith says as he helps her out of the cab, as they both make way to help Daddy out of the door. "Do me a favor?"

"Anything, sugar," Rae Na promises solemnly.

Keith picks up two bake sale boxes out of the truck bed, holy shit, and a very thick envelope. "They're still not letting me talk to Kelly-Anne."

"I'll go straight after church," Rae Na says immediately, heart breaking for them. Kelly-Anne tried to kill herself and Keith was the only one to try and stop it, and they're keeping them apart when Kelly-Anne needs reassurance the most? She'll sit with her sister-in-law all night, make sure she knows how much Rae Na and Keith love her. "Break in if I have to," she adds, because Keith has always appreciated practicality.

"Thanks, songbird," and she can't see enough of his face to know if he's smiling, but it sounds like it.

Keith's apparently exhausted; he files into the last pews after them and sleeps through most of mass. Manages to stand up for the right bits though, a fact which keeps Rae Na in high spirits for most of the day.

She ends up reading Keith's letter to Kelly-Anne, later, so she knows what's up, and really, she should have wondered at Keith realizing it was an America's Got Talent audition.

[Line Break]

"You're going to have to find your own way back," Keith says after they steal Kelly-Anne straight out of the hospital where she's just been moved out of the ICU this morning. He's keeping her in his lap, which is fair, because Rae Na doesn't think either of them are up to straddling the shifter right now.

"Just leave me the car," Rae Na says easily, pulling out onto the highway about three hours before she'd told her daddy they'd be leaving; they need Kelly-Anne to clear out her accounts before anyone realizes she ain't where she's supposed to be. "I can play 'left at the altar but at least he left me the car' just as well."

"His daddy'll insist on taking it back," Kelly-Anne murmurs into Keith's shoulder.

"I'll buy it off him," says Rae Na, focused on the road. She'd only learned how to drive a stick this week, okay? "He just wants booze money anyway."

"Like father, like son," says Keith, with no humor.

Rae takes one hand off the wheel to feel for his shoulder next to blindly. "You never let it stop you from being a good person, though," she says quietly.

"I guess," Keith mutters.

[Line Break]

Rae Na hadn't actually realized the USO was still a thing, but it'd be great for her brand, get her songs stuck in the airmen's heads so they'd sing them at their families back home, or maybe send someone a Spotify playlist. There were folks from all over the country, here, it'll be good for her charts, already surprisingly high for a new act but that's mostly because of the clip of her dropping something like twenty-seven f-bombs the night she got second place on AGT.

She can do better. She hopes her ego doesn't get in her way.

There are a few cheers even as she takes the stage, even more "motherfucker"s that leave the cheerers trailing off. It's a good crowd; she's only just released a real single this month.

"Now," Rae Na says into the mic as she picks it up out of the stand. "I can trust y'all to keep a secret, right? Because most of these songs aren't out for the public yet. But you seem like the brave, strong, responsible type, so I can let you in on the secret a little early." The crowd loves it, whooping up a storm, exactly like her manager said they would.

Rae Na's never been good at following the letter of the law. Or at least she hasn't since she started wearing Keith's ring.

"In fact," Rae Na continues once the music starts, the real band mixing with the synths fairly well, she hopes. "This first song was originally written by my husband, before a lot of revisions, and since he's here tonight, I thought I'd sing it the way he wrote it."

Her manager is trying to pull her mic, but Rae Na can see a flash of purple steel, and oh, there he is. She'd had a chance to get used to the idea of him without pink hair, but that was with the bandages; the crew cut and bare skin had rendered him barely recognizable, but that knife and those eyes and that smirk, God, Rae Na wishes she had been straight.

She starts to sing, and in her ear, just for her, so does Keith. "Fuuuuuuuuck you!"

#great big space opera au #eli's writing tag #'just this once jesus will be okay with you texting during church' cracks me up every time #honestly this one makes me cry too #its good #i love it

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BE5T FR1END'S S15TER !!

pairings: thoma & childe & f ! reader

notes: requested by anon. i'm really happy with this, considering it was my first proper attempt at writing a threesome. it made me all warm and fuzzy, i love these two. this is poorly formatted as tumblr refused to play ball.

warnings: modern au, kamisato ! reader, too much plot, shy + innocent reader, childe is a bit of a tease, thoma favoritism, pet names, praise, consent checks, safe sex, oral (giving + receiving), fingering, penetration, slight mating press, threesome, multiple orgasms, somewhat clingy ! reader, aftercare on screen, reader gets a little bit overwhelmed.

w.c.: 6.0k

you had always been close to your big brother, ayato. he was always protective over you, carefully selecting the friends that he introduced you to. it was the same for your sister ayaka, though he was stricter when it came to you as you were the youngest. you didn't exactly have the widest friend group, a result of your own shyness. it took you a while to warm up to someone, so only those who truly cared to get to know you were lucky enough to see past your timid exterior. as embarrassing as it sounded, you considered your brother your best friend, that way it hurt less when everyone else seemed to drift away from you. ayato would do anything for you, wishing for you to share the side of you that he saw daily with everyone else. he understood that you were simply more introverted than him, however, a fact of which he greatly respected nonetheless.

once he had moved out of your family home, you missed him one hell of a lot. when your own time to flee the nest came, you selected a place of study nearby the base of your brother's company. you didn't really know what he did for work - finding corporations rather overwhelming yourself. the regular coffee shop meetings that the two of you scheduled acted as a break both from your own classes and ayato's busy work life. after a particularly bad falling out with your college roommates, he was ready to welcome you with open arms into the guest bedroom of his penthouse apartment.

ayato's friends had always enquired about his sisters, the questions only increasing after finding out that you were living with him. at first he would be sure to only invite them over while he knew you were out at class or a society meeting, his protective instincts kicking in. he trusted his friends, of course, but he wasn't sure that you were ready to meet them. they could be rather loud and rowdy, a heavy contrast to your sheepish self. it had happened accidently, much to your brother's chagrin. your class had ended early and you had come straight home, a cup of hot beverage from your regular shop in each hand. you knocked on the door after struggling to pull your keys out from the bottom of your bag.

"y/n, you're back early," the regular sweetness he had with you seemed missing, and you instantly worried that you had returned at a bad time. your brother was perceptive enough to notice the typical glint in your eyes fade slightly, taking it upon himself to instantly reassure you. he mentally rationalized that there was perhaps never going to be a right time to introduce you to his best friends. as he took the larger drink from you hand, checking the markings on the lid to check that it was his usual order rather than your own, ayato said his thanks and wrapped you in a brotherly hug. you followed him back into the living room of the apartment, intending to throw down your bag and catch up on some crappy t.v. show as you decompressed from a day of classes.

you had to be careful not to bump into ayato as he stopped in the doorway. "i want you to meet my friends, are you okay with that?" you weren't exactly sure why he was asking you this now, or rather you weren't until you heard the sounds of two boisterous voices echoing around the living room. there wasn't really an option to disagree, as the corridor to go straight to your own space was on the other side of the room. you nodded apprehensively, the idea of new people worrying you slightly. your brother reassuringly squeezed your smaller form, before muttering softly that "they don't bite, i promise."

you stayed close to ayato as you approached the two men already sitting on your couch. a ginger man was laughing loudly, engrossed in his conversation with the other man you could not see from behind your brother. he cleared his throat, grabbing their attention. "thoma, childe, this is my sister, y/n," the same man whose cackle had been bouncing off the walls almost choked on his beer, having thought he would never be blessed with the privilege of meeting one of the sisters that his friend spoke so highly of. the two men stood up in front of ayato, of whom you were using as a human meat shield.

"y/n, this is childe," he pointed to the ginger haired man, who had a wide smile across his cheeks, "and this is thoma." ayato gestured to the other man, a blonde who was just as tall as the other two men.

you barely mumbled a hello, hiding your face in your brother's back. your hand gripped the strap of your bag tighter as you cowered. everyone in the room wanted nothing more than to comfort you, tell you it was okay, and to coax you out. ayato instead continued his conversation from before you had arrived home, the other men following his lead. your nerves began to calm, silently thanking your brother for relieving the pressure off of you. unbeknownst to you, childe and thoma couldn't help their eyes from glancing to you; the mystery that you were shrouded in was getting the better of them. luckily for them, you eventually received a rush of courage that allowed you to peek around the blockade you hid behind. your body stayed pressed to your brother's, though the others seemed enamored with the wide eyes you were displaying.

as childe and ayato remained engrossed in their conversation, a kind faced thoma stretched out his hand to you. "i'm thoma," he reintroduced himself. the small smile you gave him as you shook is hand made his heart swell.

"hey, what about me ?" childe interjected. thoma noticed how you retreated slightly, using his elbow to jab his friend in the ribs. you snickered as the ginger yelped, beginning to feel more comfortable around your brother's friends.

over time, you only got closer to childe and thoma. you learnt more about them, that thoma had the cutest little shiba inu, taroumaru, and that childe was just a nickname from some inside joke (every time he heard you call him by his true name, ajax, he wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and protect you from the world). they would come over when ayato was in and the four of you would hang out, watch movies, play video games. you each took turns picking a movie to watch together: childe typically enjoyed selecting horror movies (much to ayato's own distaste) then would sit next to you, relishing in how you hid yourself in his shoulder at the scary parts; thoma was a nice contrast. if you ever mentioned a movie you loved to him, that would be his pick for the night. it didn't matter how mushy it was, he would gladly take the playful teasing from his best friends for being such a darn sap when he saw the bright smile spread across your cheeks. thoma was always the kinder one to you. when ayato had suggested some fighting game and handed each of you a controller, he took on childe's competitive self while thoma allowed you to beat up his little avatar on the other side of the map. it was nice to have three men caring so much about you, practically doting on your every move.

thoma and childe had a pact together, as soon as they had both realized that the love they had for you was more than platonic, more than brotherly. ayato could never know about it and they would be sure not to scare you away, though it didn't stop their feelings shining through now and again. childe was more handsy, sometimes not-so-accidentally brushing his knuckles against your own in order to see your flustered reaction. he was the one to whisper harmless flirts into your ear. if you ever tripped in front of him, he'd be the first to wrap his arms around you and tell you that you looked beautiful falling for him. the man enjoyed teasing you, though would ensure that he never made you uncomfortable around him. thoma, on the other hand, was more chivalrous when showing his affections. he'd be the first to offer you a jacket if you got cold, holding your umbrella for you at the first sight of rain. you couldn't deny that the more you got to know your brother's best friends, the more you found yourself developing a childish crush on them. it was silly at first, though the butterflies in your stomach every time they showed up at the door or when you heard their voices through your brother's speakerphone became more prevalent with time.

still, each time you interacted with them, ayato was present. he just thought the actions of his best friends were a feat of platonic compassion, never hearing the flustering comments or harmless teases that went on behind his back. this weekend you had plans to hang out at thoma's apartment. it would be a great way to relax after a few tough days of work for them and classes for you. ayato felt awful as he told you that something had come up, and he had to head out of town for a few days to tend to some business.

"you can go without me, y/n. i trust them to take good care of you, if you're okay with it."

you considered your brother's offer for a moment. sure, you were comfortable around childe and thoma, but it felt as though without ayato you would lose your shield. your trust in the two men still reigned supreme, agreeing to the proposition.

when saturday finally came, you were nervous. ayato did his best to comfort you, reminding you that it was okay to change your mind at any moment. it was rather hot outside, so you wore a pretty sundress that complimented your curves perfectly, coming down to just above your knees. your brother was already out of town, so childe had offered to come and pick you up so that you wouldn't have to catch public transport or walk.

as soon as you answered the door, he wolf whistled at your appearance. your face heated up, instinctively pulling down the hem of the fabric.

"i'll go change, then we can go," your voice was barely above a whisper, refusing to look childe in the eyes.

"no need, girlie. you look cute," a small smile broke out on your face at his kind words. "come on, let's get going. wouldn't wanna keep taromaru waiting for ya now, would we?"

it was no joke that you loved thoma's dog. the comment made you laugh as you picked up your jacket, following childe to his car. it didn't take too long for you to arrive, the excited dog pouncing on you as soon as you entered the apartment. you barely had time to throw down your bag, instead letting thoma grab it from your arm as you knelt to greet the animal.

"never thought i would be jealous of a mutt," childe mumbled under his breath, quiet enough for only thoma to hear.

the two men did their best to make you feel at home, passing you some of your favorite snacks as taromaru fell asleep on your lap. any time your nerves would begin to get the better of you, they were instantly calmed by thoma's soft words or childe's calming touch.

during some random movie, you found your head resting on thoma's shoulder, ready to doze off in his warmth. his heart grew at your sleepy affection, childe's jealous gaze unbeknownst to you.

"hey," thoma's large hand brushed stray hair from your face, bringing your attention to him. "you can take a nap in the guest room, if you'd like."

not fully aware of your surroundings, you only wrapped an arm around the blonde, pulling yourself deeper into his warmth. "you're comfy," your voice barely above a whisper. the way you nuzzled into him made thoma want to wrap you in his protective embrace, though the blood rushing to his crotch at your closeness was growing difficult to ignore.

"princess, if you don't get off of me i don't think i can hold back much longer,"

thoma regretted the words as soon as they fell from his lips. you looked to him quizzically, wondering what he'd meant. the poor man looked rather flustered, pretty blush spreading across his cheeks.

"hold back what, thoma?" childe looked at his friend knowingly, not being above teasing his friend. he was jealous of how close you were to the other man, and what better way to communicate this by playing with him. "something you'd like to say to sweet little y/n?"

"n-no!" thoma had practically yelled. it hurt you a little bit, the daydream of one of these two men reciprocating your silly little crush seeming lessened. your sleepiness dissipated, being replaced by curiosity.

"what's wrong?" you asked him. thoma made the mistake of looking into your doe eyes, expression softening. "did i do something?"

"no!" his voice was calmer than last time, "it's not your fault, princess. it's mine,"

"i don't get it, thoma. you've not done anything wrong,"

he tried to mutter an apology, an explanation, literally anything, but all that came out were stutters.

"seems like someone's got a little crush," childe interjected, utterly amused at the situation. "care to dispute, thoma?"

thoma's face was bright red from embarrassment. the pair of them had a pact to never reveal their true feelings, yet now childe was playing the cards? he worried you would rush to another room, call ayato, and relay the events that took place without him present. your brother had trusted the pair with you, yet they were behaving like immature teenagers.

"i-i-i mean, umm, who wouldn't like a girl like y/n, huh?" his hand scratched the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but at you. childe stayed silent, waiting for thoma to crack. meanwhile your own heart was moments away from fleeing your chest and landing on the wooden coffee table. you wanted to confess your adoration for both men, though you still felt as though thoma didn't actually reciprocate your feelings.

"okay fine! i can't take it anymore!" thoma was near yelling, enough to startle taromaru from his nap. "yes, i like you, y/n. more than i should. i understand if you want to go home, never see me again. ayato would kill me if-"

your hand on his thigh hushed him. a small smile appeared on your face, looking up at him with wide eyes. "i like you too, thoma. more than i should."

a moment passed of the two of you just staring at one another, both assessing the weight of your words. you wondered what would come next, fear of which prevented you from breaking the silence. childe, however, decided to clear his throat from the armchair nearby.

"as sweet as this whole dynamic is, i know you look at me the same way, girlie." there was a touch of venom directed at thoma in childe's words, making you gulp in unease. you just looked to him as he stalked towards you. "if you like us and we like you, well, there's only one way around it. right, comrade?" he was addressing thoma. the two of them had discussed how they felt about you before, childe even implying that he would be happy to engage in some kind of... arrangement where they both got what they desired. thoma believed the ginger was merely joking, perhaps trapped in some sort of lewd thought experiment.

"i'm okay with it," thoma replied, gaze returning to meet your own. "if you are, that is."

childe's hungry glare told you what he was implying, though you wanted him to confirm it. your silence conveyed your confusion to the pair.

"we don't have to do anything you don't want to, alright?" thoma spoke up, a slight shake present in his tone. "if you'd like to leave, one of us can take you home. or we can call you an u-."

"no," you replied quietly. "want to be here with you, both of you."

childe cleared some of the knick knacks from thoma's coffee table, perching on the edge of it in front of you. "been with many guys, girlie? how many immature college boys have gotten under that pretty dress of yours?"

"childe, you can't just-"

"three," you cut thoma off, drawing their attention just to you. "never two at once, though."

"would you like to? take both of us at once?"

childe's words made the breath catch in your throat. you felt flustered, reassured only by thoma's hand gently wrapping around your own. "please," you consented.

thoma wasted no time pulling you into his lap, letting you straddle his muscular thighs. the dress you wore pooled at your hips and you felt exposed already, embarrassed and hot face finding its way into thoma's shoulder.

"'s okay, sweetheart. tell us if you're uncomfortable, okay?"

childe's hands moved onto your hips, rubbing shapes into your clothed skin to comfort you. you felt safe, you wanted this, and that's what you told them. thoma suggested that it would be better to head to his bedroom, so the three of you did. you clung to him as he lifted you up, supporting your lower body with one arm and caging you to his chest with another. he rested you on the mattress, situating himself between your thighs. he looked at you for consent before capturing your lips in his own, movements soft and gentle. butterflies flapped their wings in your stomach, euphoria already pulsing through your veins.

"don't forget about me, girlie." childe's calloused fingers shifted your face towards his. his kiss was rougher, more possessive than thoma's. you were on cloud nine, worried that if one of them were to pinch you, you would wake up back in your bed at home.

thoma's mouth connected to your neck, pressing light pecks along the exposed skin. once he reached your collarbone, he pushed the material of your dress down your arm, tugging at the zip on your back. the fabric fell, exposing your lacy pink bra to the men before you. the blonde stared in awe for a moment, leaving childe's playful voice to fill the void.

"so fucking cute, girlie," his comment was breathy, blood rushing to his dick rather than to his brain. "better than i imagined."

your face burnt with embarrassment, flustered by both the situation and childe's forwardness. thoma's lips were still painting your soft flesh with a barrage of butterfly kisses, slowly coming closer to your breasts. your eyes were screwed shut, caught in the daze of the blonde's ministrations. he kept his hands on your hips, keeping you anchored to reality.

when thoma reached the fabric encasing your chest, he looked to you for reassurance. you opened your eyes when he stopped kissing you, instead meeting the emerald orbs that one could compare to a golden retriever puppy. it filled you with warmth, a giggly smile spreading across your cheeks as your felt like a lovesick schoolgirl. childe took that as a sign to undo the clasp of your bra. shrugging the lace from your body, the cool air nipping at your exposed skin made you gasp.

the ginger pulled you into a kiss once again, teeth clashing against one another. your lips parted in shock as thoma encased your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardening bud. childe took it as an ample opportunity to slide his own tongue in to your wet cavern, his hand resting on the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.

you were in a state of bliss as thoma slipped one of his hands between your thighs, tracing tiny shapes over the sensitive skin near your heat. you wanted out of the last few shreds of clothing keeping you from your brother's best friends, and for them to be rid of theirs. your hips subconsciously bucked against thoma's hand, desperate for more friction.

"princess," the pet name made your stomach do a flip, "lay back for us, okay?"

childe released your lips, leaving them slightly swollen and bruised. he helped you rest back against thoma's pillows before beginning an assault on your neck, this time sucking deep purple marks into your pretty skin.

thoma raised your hips, pulling your dress off of you entirely. you were left in only those pretty pink panties, slick sticking them to your untouched cunny. he traced a long finger over the fabric, adding some pressure around your clothed clit. the way you squirmed told him how sensitive your body was, how excited the anticipation had you. he once again asked for permission before dipping his fingers past your waistband, digits gently rubbing at your folds.

"hey, who said you get first dibs, comrade?" childe laughed playfully. you whined at the loss of contact from him as he moved to position himself closer to thoma. "can we take it off?"

a tender "please," fell from your lips. thoma removed his fingers, placing them in his mouth and groaning at how heavenly you tasted. meanwhile childe peeled your panties away, eager to see you fully exposed and vulnerable underneath him. barely a moment after discarding the fabric, the ginger's mouth was attached to your cunny. his movements were greedy and rough, making the knot in your stomach tighten at the sensation.

"slow down," thoma warned, bringing himself to stroke your hair.

"what, are you jealous she's already about to cum on my tongue?" your thighs wrapped around childe's head as he dove back into your pussy, his pace remaining just as unrelenting. his wet muscle lapped up the juices pooling at your entrance, his ginger locks tickling the skin of your inner thigh. thoma, not wanting to be left out, offered lithe fingers to massage your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

you could barely string together a sentence telling them that you were about to cum before you were falling apart for the first time tonight. struggling to hold back your moans, you shook as your orgasm washed over you. the two men continued to touch you until you had fully come down from your high, wishing to elongate the ecstasy coursing through your veins. it was a challenge to catch your breath for a moment, body instinctively seeking out the warmth of the man closest to you. thoma was still at your side, thus was the recipient of you curling towards him. he took you in his arms, engulfing you in his comforting embrace. he hushed you as you nuzzled into him, childe licking your juices from his own lips before joining your entanglement of limbs.

"you did so well, princess." thoma cooed. "do you want to stop?"

you shook your head. "want you to feel good too," you muttered into the man's skin.

"it's okay, sweetheart. we're here for you, don't worry about us." childe added.

"want more," you pleaded. neither of them were about to deny you of your wishes. childe pulled away from you to remove his shirt, pulling you towards him to let thoma do the same. you pressed sloppy kisses along childe's collarbone, making the bulge in his pants tighter with each peck.

"so pretty for us," he babbled. "can we fuck you, girlie? think that sweet little cunt can take us?"

you felt flustered at his choice of words, yet couldn't ignore the heat that rushed to your pussy. "please, please," you chanted.

childe turned your body around so that your back was pressed against his chest, maintaining the warmth that radiated from his bare skin. thoma caught onto what the other man was planning with great speed, helping him to spread your legs open. he doused you in reassuring forehead kisses before pressing one of his palms flat on your open thigh, the other bringing two fingers to the dampness between your legs.

"gonna make sure you're ready, okay, princess?"

childe's large hands supported you, fingertips drawing small shapes into your exposed flesh. thoma started gentle, easing a finger into your hole. he noted how your walls clamped around him and began whispering a barrage of praises, hoping to repel any tension or discomfort you felt. when combined with childe's soft kisses, your pussy loosened around the blonde's digit.

"taking my finger so well, such a good girl," thoma curled his finger to discover the spongy patch that made your toes curl. he added another, massaging the sweet spot inside of you. your cute moans and pretty whines made both men more aroused, stoking the fire in their pants. thoma was sure not to make you cum just yet, selfishly wanting to be buried inside of you before you were spent.

"thomaaa," you cried softly, grabbing the attention of both men. "please, need more,"

they took this as a sign that you had grown more comfortable, allowing them to lean into their urges a little more. thoma removed his fingers from you, once again licking your wetness from his digits. you squirmed as he kissed you afterwards, the taste of your own juices feeling dirty.

"don't like the taste, sweetheart?" childe teased, keeping your wandering mind occupied as thoma slid out of his sweatpants. your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing to hit his stomach. he was bigger than other boys that you'd been with, a long curved shaft topped with a fiery red tip.

childe laid you back onto the bed, making sure you were ready for thoma. he made no move to spit a jealous comment, simply focusing on your comfort. his calloused fingers danced over your plush tits, rolling and tugging at your nipples. you struggled to stay still, wriggling as childe played with you. your thighs pressed together, growing more and more desperate for some friction.

the mattress dipped as thoma propped himself down, opening your legs for him. as he rolled a condom onto his cock, his thumb ran over your folds ensuring you were definitely ready for him. he pumped his length a few times before aligning it with your entrance. your hips bucked up to meet his, to which he held your body down, hushing you.

"princess," his soft voice filled your ears, "stay still. i'll fill you up, i promise."

childe came to his aid, palms keeping your body pressed flat against the bed. this allowed for thoma to grasp the undersides of your knees, pulling you closer to him. the man was slow as he slid inside of you, relishing in every squeeze and bump of your sweet cunny wrapped around him. you could feel each inch of him, bulging vein brushing over your sweet spot and length reaching your deepest parts.

"shit, princess. taking me so well,"

thoma paused when he bottomed out, allowing your drooling pussy to fully adjust to him. childe moved to rest your head on his lap, giving him the perfect view of your face contorting in pleasure.

"move, please, please, please," you whined. thoma's grip on your legs tightened, using it as leverage to begin fucking into your soppy hole. you looked close to being fucked out already, practically drunk on the man's cock. he couldn't help the guilt pang in his chest for violating his best friend's sister in suck manner, though the feeling of your walls sucking him in soothed him.

your head lolled from side to side, making childe regret his positioning. your cheeks rubbed his own cock, prompting him to slip it out of its confinement of his pants. he opted for fucking his own fist, leaving you to be properly treated by thoma. even in your dazed state you took note of this, attempting to press sloppy kisses to the base of his length. no matter how many times he stroked your hair and tried to get you to refocus on yourself, your desire to take him in your mouth prevailed.

"want to taste my dick that bad, girlie?" he chuckled. you nodded violently, voice useless as thoma's thrusts had you moaning like a broken record. childe was surprised at your reaction, having anticipated being met with your regular flustered expression.

both men were on the same page, helping you flip over onto your stomach. the blonde continued pistoning his hips to meet your own, childe sitting back against the pillows. you leaned on your elbows, raising your head towards his cock. he was kind despite his incessant teasing, guiding your lips towards him. the pace was entirely yours to set, letting his shaft bounce in front of you until you were ready.

you placed kitten licks to his tip, collecting the salty precum on your tongue. he refused to hold back his own groans, encouraging you to continue. you flattened your tongue as you took his cock in your mouth, fist pumping the parts you couldn't fit in.

"fuck, fuck, shit," a string of curses fell from his mouth, "such a good girl,"

thoma noticed how your walls tightened at the praise once again. he should have known someone as sweet as your would be receptive to something so very innocent. once you had found your rhythm with childe, he raised your hips higher so that he could pound into you more effectively.

"you're doing so well, princess," his cock sank deeper inside of you, tip kissing your cervix ever so gently. your moans came out as gurgles around childe's cock, vibrations pushing him closer to the edge. "so good at sucking him off, aren't ya?"

"fuck, sweetheart, i'm close," childe confessed. "want me to cum in your mouth, darlin'?"

instead of answering, you only attempted to take him further down your throat. thoma helped by rubbing a couple of tight circles around your swollen clit, the noises falling from your lips aiding in childe's release. thick spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, with you swallowing each drop he gave you. you made no move to pull off of him until he had stopped, giving him a moment to come down from his high.

"do you trust me, princess?" thoma asked breathily, telling you that he too was growing close. you lifted your head from the mattress to tell him that of course you did. a wanton whine filled the space as he pulled his cock out of you, repositioning your body once again. before you knew it you were on your back, knees pressed against your chest and dripping pussy fully on display.

"so good, so good, so good," thoma repeated as he once again plunged into your cunt. his arms wrapped around you as he kept you folded below him, the closeness making your stomach stir. childe sat himself next to you, somehow finding his way though the entanglement of limbs to toy with your clit. if it wasn't for the tight hold thoma had on you, you were certain you'd be thrashing on his mattress. cute little squeals left your lips, barely able to utter that you were about to cum.

"we've got you, sweetheart" childe comforted, free hand caressing your cheek.

it felt like a firework had been lit inside of your gut and was nearing the end of its fuse. thoma's whisper of "cum on my cock, pretty girl," sent you over the edge. your body shook as your dripping cunt gushed, contracting around the man sheathed inside of you. you moaned both of their names as your juices leaked out of you, dirtying anything you came into contact with.

thoma did his best to hold back his cum, not wanting for it to be wasted on the latex. he pulled out of you as he couldn't resist the clenching of your walls any longer. "can i cum on your tits, princess?" the words still sounded so nasty, though you obliged willingly. your knees fell from your prior position, exhausted body slumped over thoma's duvet. your chest was fully on display for him, it only taking a couple of strokes of his length for him to spill his seed all over you.

childe kept his attention on you as thoma flopped down on your other side. he hushed you as you trembled, sensitive with the aftershocks of your second orgasm. you curled into his touch, the ginger recalling your clinginess from the first time you came that night.

"so cute," he cooed, "you did so well for us,"

thoma, now somewhat recuperated, hopped into his bathroom to retrieve a damp washcloth. when he returned to you, he wiped away the mess he'd made on your chest and any remnants that childe had left around your face. the gentleness of his touches brought back those butterflies in your stomach, body craving the warmth radiating from both men. your eyes fluttered, lids feeling heavy.

"tired, princess?" thoma noticed. "let's get you cleaned up. think you can make it to the bathroom?"

though you nodded, the pained groans you emitted as you tried to sit up told you otherwise. two pairs of hands were immediately at your aid, ready to catch your frail body should you fall. thoma was the one to take initiative, scooping you into his arms. one slid under your knees, the other around your torso. "now you really are a princess, aren't ya?" he laughed. you felt weak, only able to shoot him a lovey dovey smile in response. he sat you down on the bathroom counter, filling his tub with water for you. childe had followed in behind the pair of you, providing you with his undivided attention as thoma drew you a bath.

"anywhere hurt, sweetheart?" he inquired. you thought for a moment, though your body had yet to fully return to the state of reality. the ginger picked up on this, wrapping you in a tight hug in attempt to ground you somewhat. his hand traced over a spot on your hip that made you wince, giving him the answer that he desired. his nimble fingers rubbed at the skin, wishing to relieve some of your pain. however, all it did was overwhelm your fragile state, light tears rolling down your cheeks. childe held you closer to him as you cried, the usually teasing nature of the man long forgotten. "shhh, it's okay, you're okay," as his words failed to calm you, he opted for softly humming a tune that he used to comfort his younger siblings. the only three sounds in the room were childe's sweet harmony, the running water, and your quiet sobs.

"oh, baby," thoma's voice seemed even more gentle, were that even possible. the gravity of your situation began to dawn upon you, fear of facing your brother fueling your cries. "everything is alright, i promise you, princess." the authenticity of the words felt like a blood pact, a pledge to protect you from anything that the world could throw at you. as your eyes met his and crossed to childe's you felt yourself begin to relax.

"'m sorry," you muttered, looking to the floor.

"you have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart." childe pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

"it's okay to be overwhelmed, god knows i've had moments like that too. we're here for you, princess. how about we leave you to clean up? i'll leave the door unlocked - just call if you need one of us, okay?"

you seemed to have regained some strength as you nodded, thoma understanding that you may need a moment alone. he picked out a pair of his sweats and a hoodie for you to change into once you were clean. the pair left you to bathe and stew with your own thoughts for now, ensuring that the couch was set up with blankets and pillows galore, a movie ready to play as soon as you were ready. childe had even ordered your favorite takeout, noting that you would likely be rather hungry after tonight's events. both men would absolutely dote on you once you returned to them, pushing worries of your brother's reaction to the back of your mind. little did the three of you know, ayato would much rather you date one of his best friends as he already trusted the duo extensively - the only shock to him would be your feelings for both of them.

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"The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.”

A/N: im placing this before the sexual side of their relationship begins. A prelude of sorts, if you will.

Cw: voyeurism, smut, dekus secretly dirty mouth.

All things considered izuku’s room was...not as gross as you expected a staple college aged guys dorm room to be. It was cluttered but not disgusting, posters of comics and figurines and manga and some clothes strewn about, everything kind of frenzied and haphazard. It was so incredibly deku, a secret smile pulled at your lips, even though your reasons for being here were less than innocent

He’s wearing fucking pink. Because of course he is, of course izuku is humble and comfortable in his masculinity enough to pull off a bright pink t-shirt. It hugs his chest too, and you have to wonder if literally any of his clothes fit him and the tits he decided to grow in college. His image is so utterly imposing, his smile so bright, and laugh so airy, it sends butterflies flipping through your stomach at just the sight of him and that makes you want to vomit. Your lips curl in a sneer and you’re walking towards him and the group of friends he’s talking to as if on reflex.

Stupid, lovely deku. You knock your shoulder into his as you pass, hard enough that his books clatter and fall to the floor, scattering. And then those green eyes are on you, giving you his attention and your body feels alive, your blood cells buzzing under your skin even as he frowns. The dimples on his freckled face fall as he takes you in. Yes, you think, look at me, see me, want me.

Out loud you say. “Watch where you’re going, stupid deku” and you’re looking at him like he’s the dirt under your shoe. He’s not. He’s the center of your universe. Your world tilts around his axis. “Pink isn’t your fucking color by the way”. it is.

Izuku huffs. He’s past the point where he used to turn as red as a tomato and duck his head whenever you stood in front of him, but he’s still deku at the end of the day. An easy target. “If looking at me bothers you so much you could just ignore me.” He crouches down to pick up his things. His words make you itch, if you could ignore him, you wouldn’t fucking be here. Its because he exists too much, that you want to push him down so much.

You step your manicured foot onto his notebook right as he’s about to grab it. He tugs at it, you dont budge, and he looks up at you, exasperated. “Can i have my notebook, please?”

Why is he so fucking pretty? God, you want to throw up. You dig your heel in further, covering the flutter you feel in your chest with a practiced sneer. “I like the way you say please, deku.” You lean down a little, “Say ‘your highness’ and i’ll move”

It’s a thrill, seeing the way his jaw sets, his brow furrows, his eyes go annoyed. Sweet, sweet, friendly izuku. You’re the only one he looks at like this, like he wants to throttle you. But he won’t. You see his adams apple bob, his cheeks dust pink, even as he glares. “No”

You pause. It’s not the first time he’s gotten snippy with you, but the conviction behind it is new. You feel something in your stomach give a jump, your blood thrumming in your ears. You jerk your foot towards you, sliding his notebook out from his hands and standing completely on top of it with both your feet now. Your sticky lips, glossy and plump, spread into a mocking grin, “No? Do i need to slam you into some lockers and take you lunch money?” You feel a thousand feet tall, towering above him still kneeling, you on the high ground, looking down at him below you, where he can’t reach you. Can’t ever see the truth. “C’mon pansy, you’re already on your knees anyway”

But he isn’t anymore. He jerks to a stand, and now he’s taller than you, but you puff your chest out, not letting that affect you. It always affects you. Not that he knows or ever notices. Your eyes are widening when he steps forward so you’re practically nose to nose and chest to chest. “I don’t have time for you” he snaps, irritated. And then he’s stepping away as suddenly as he stepped up, the rest of his things gathered in his arms, he shakes his head at you, a tendril of that mossy mousey hair falling into his eyes. “I gotta get to class”

And then he’s gone, brushing by you, disengaging. You stand there, your breath stuck in your chest, not moving. ‘I dont have time for you’ over and over again rings through your head like a mantra. You step off his notebook robotically and kick it across the floor. It bangs against a wall and you feel your fists clench, nail beds digging into your palms harshly. ‘I dont have time for you’

You turn on your heel, away from the direction of your class, fury blinding you. Anger in place of humiliation, vindication in place of being humbled. You don’t know what crawled up his ass and made him think he was above you all the sudden, but you weren’t having it, not the fuck at all.

And that’s how you found yourself snooping through izukus dorm, with the intention of finding some kind of dirt, or something to hold over his stupid head. He didn’t have time for you? How dare he act like he was better than you, like he had things more important to do than to indulge you. You were still so mad you wanted to throw a tantrum, kick and scream and claw his eyes out. Straddle his stupid broad waist and shake him until all he saw was you, you, you.

You really hated him. Hated that because of him you were basically a bully because any attention from him was attention you thrived and lived under. Maybe if you weren’t so prideful, so disgusted by the weakness of your own gooey emotions for him, you would have tried to be the center of his attention in a nicer way, but as it was you were in too deep. This was the sick game you played, and losing wasn’t an option.

You hated how much that made you similar to bakugou in a way. You didn’t like that guy, and even weirdly so, you wanted to gouge his fucking eyes out for the way he treated and talked to izuku. Was it jealousy or possesivness that drove you to want to be the only one who could rile izuku? You wondered, sometimes, if bakugou felt the same way about you.

It was the loss of control, for you. Better yet, it was the way you liked the loss of that control. You had always prided yourself on being strong willed and a perfectionist. But whenever your eyes so much as grazed izukus, all your emotions went rattling around your stomach in sick twisted ways, giving you goosebumps, making you...nervous. It was a crush that had turned into an obsession, wasn’t it? And you wanted to make izuku suffer not only for invoking those messy feelings, but for not seeming to return them as well. If he couldn’t love you or want you romantically or sexually, you’d force yourself onto his radar and into his head until thinking about anyone else was impossible. Until you squirmed under his skin as much as he squirmed under yours.

Acting like you didnt exist was unacceptable. Obviously you’d slacked off on your taunts and actions, if he could just brush past you so easily, not taking your bait. You needed to even the playing field again, and by even you meant you needed to be towering above him again.

Towering over him so you dont have the time to think about how much you want to be under him, your mind whispers at you as you pick through his room, trying to find anything incripting. Someone like izuku would probably have something utterly embarrassing like a diary or some weird porn magazines, shameless, helpless guy that he was.

You huff as you open his drawer next to his bedside, nearly slamming it back shut in shock at what you see there.

You’re not stupid. You’re a healthy, young woman with an active sexual imagination and access to the world wide web, to porn.

Izuku has a fleshlight in his drawer. Izuku has a sexytoy. Izuku. And its green.

Izuku has a sex toy that he probably uses. That he probably sticks his cock into and moves-

An absurd laugh barks out of you, shocked and helpless. Because while in your head you knew izuku had to be some kind pervert, what other explanation was there for the way he blushed and darted his gaze around like a ping pong ball whenever you leaned forward and get caught a glimpse under your blouse, this is...unexpected. Imagining izuku in explicit scenarios, doing lewd things, it was something you didn’t allow your mind to wonder to often over. You didn’t like the way you got all squirmy and meek whenever you thought too long about izuku without clothes.

You feel kind of squirmy now, hot and uncomfortable as you shift around and try to gather your wits back about you. Revenge, that’s what you’re here for.

With a shaky exhale you turn away from his dresser, your thoughts flitting around your head like annoying gnats. What, who, does he think about when he…? What does he look like? What does his...c- You shake your head, slap your cheeks, trying to center yourself from the images floating around, flustering you and distracting you.

You’re in the middle of lifting the covers on his bed to peek under it, see if there’s anything there, when you hear the handle on his door jiggle. You freeze, every muscle in your body locked frozen like a deer in headlights as the knob twists, and then catches. Right. You’d picked the lock with one of your hair clips and then made sure to lock it again behind you just in case something like this happened. And by the, “Ugh” on the other side of the door, yep that’s definitely izuku. You’re shoved out of your shocked state, and bolting for his closet door as you hear the jingle of his keys twist in the lock, trying your best to close the door as quietly as possible behind you, it swishing shut barely a second before the door to his dorm opens and you hear him step in.

Class must have let out early or something, you think huffily, gently rearranging yourself into a comfortable position on a pile of his clothes as he shuffles around his room. You hear the thumb of him dropping his books, the shuffle of his feet, the clutter of him taking off his shoes and the squeak of his mattress as he plops down on it.

You tuck your knees to your chest and roll your eyes, picking at your leggings as you wonder how long you’ll have to hide before he goes to the bathroom or something so you can leave. It’s fucking stuffy in his closet already, the air hot. Your hand touches the soft fabric beneath you, realizing you’re sitting on one of his hoodies. Its too dark to see which one it is, but you imagine it as your favorite red one. Maybe you’d steal it as compensation for him making you sit and wait in his dumb closet while he probably stared at the ceiling with no thoughts in his dumb brain.

You hear him sigh, loud and dramatic, and then a muffled scream/groan into his pillow. Your lips twitch, he’s such a fucking drama queen.

Your little smile drops off your face when you hear the sound of his drawer opening.

Oh god. Oh no.

Your face feels like there are embers burning under it as you hear the unmistakable sound of clothes being shucked, a zipper and and then flop, and then….a slick wet sound and a sigh of relief.

Your eyes feel like they are bugging out of your head. Izuku is really about to fuck his fleshlight with you hiding in his closet with him none the wiser. You feel suddenly embarrassed and hot all over, hiding your face in your knees as you hear him let out a moan. A loud one.

You’re on fire, every part of you. You don’t think you can take this, don’t think you can sit through this and listen to this, think you should just burst out of his closet and use your bravado to somehow flip the situation and make him feel humiliated for getting off in the privacy of his own room, like he’s in the wrong even though you had violated so many boundaries for even being here right now.

You could do it too, you know. You’re good at twisting things, at powering through the complicated mess of flustered feelings izuku makes you feel and making it his fault, making him back down and cower. You could do it...you’re uncurling your legs and pushing your hands under you in the middle of getting up to do so when-

“Fuck. ___” Your name. You freeze, for an unholy, goldy second you think you’ve been caught, that he has acquired x-ray vision and has spotted you but no. His voice isn’t surprised or upset its...breathless, airy. He moaned it.

The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.

Heat immediately shoots between your legs, your core throbbing unbidden in reflex to the sound, helpless to stop it, to have any other reaction. Your ass plops right back down. You turn slightly towards the door, pressing your side against it, your ear smooshed against the cool wood as you listen, as if drawn under a spell.

“You’re such…” You hear izuku pant, his voice deeper and more rough then you’ve ever heard it before. “A fucking brat”

Wet between your legs, seeping through your panties at his words, seemingly ripped out of him. God, he sounds pissed, wrecked. He cursed. You’ve never heard izuku curse before, never, even when you’d pushed him too far. Something really was different about today.

The slick sounds are more frequent now, steady and...and sounding like real sex you’d heard from porn before. Wet, sloppy, and slapping. Your knees knock together as you lean forward even more. There’s an invisible string pulling, tugging you forward, you want to see…

“Fucking slut” He grunts, and there’s a heavy slap, your breath catching in your fucking throat as you realize that...that must be the clap of his balls hitting the back of his fleshlight everytime he thrusts into it. “Always running your fucking mouth, looking down at me, so mean, you’re so fucking mean to me…uh..”

The sounds of sex fill the room and you can’t take it anymore, you’re burning, burning, burning, fuck the consequnces. You hesitantly and slowly turn the handle of the closet door, letting it slide open just a crack, enough for you to peek through, to get a glimpse.

His lean muscular back is the first thing you see, he’s facing directly away from his closet, thank god but oh god, that means you see..so much. The flex of his shoulder blades under his tan skin, the smattering of freckles over his shoulder, the long slender slope of his spine as it curves down his broad back, the dimbles at the bottom of his spine, flexing as he fucks his toy. His ass, because of course izuku would have a perfect round bubble butt. There are freckles there too.

Your eyes skate down, hungry to his large and heavy balls, low hanging and full, currently smacked right up against the base of the little pocket pussy he’s practically straddling on his bed.

It hits you again than, that deku is imagining that toy is you, he’s imagining fucking you in this position on his bed right now, imagining its your cunt hes pounding into, and your face he’s spitting those filthy words at.

Your hand is really moving without your permission when it slips under the band of your leggings into your panties, fingers immediately dipping between the slick folds of your pussy, silky and wet.

“-Wet” Izuku grunts, as you dip a finger just barely inside. “Fuck, i knew you’d be so fucking soft and good inside. Such a bratty girl would have a sweet cunt attached to her, huh?”

Fuck, where and when did izuku start speaking like this? His soft voice curling around such crude words is making you gush all over your fingers. You wish you could see the kind of face he was making when he said them.

“Yeah, you like taking my cock don’t you, baby?” He croons and if you close your eyes you can almost imagine he’s speaking directly into your ear, behind you. His thrusts get heavier, rougher, he lifts his leg up on the bed and you see a flash of the little green toy being fucked on his cock, big and angry looking. He’s being so brutal, hammering the thing down on his dick as he hips rut to meet every downward tug. “Milk it. Milk my fucking cock you whore. Wanna- fuck, wanna hear you say my name when you cum, want you to know who’s pouding that little pussy. The loser you fucking hate, yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

Yes, you whimper in your head in answer to him, your fingers curling deep, deep, inside, fucking yourself on them in earnest. He’s so big and you only caught a glimpse, but it was enough. Enough to know he’d fucking cleave you apart if he tried to fit that monster between his legs inside your tight little pussy. But you want it, god you fucking want it. You wanna feel him splitting you open, making you cream around him, making you beg for it. Making you bleed.

“One of these day” he says, his voice breathless but steady, even as it cracks. You know he’s close. “I’m gonna fucking snap. Im going to make you look me in the fucking eye and apologize for making me want you, and then im going to split that pussy open- fuck, im coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. Do you understand, b-bitch? Gonna fucking make you mine, yeah, take it, take your senpais cock you dirty fucking girl, ah!”

He slumps forward, hips humping into the toy and balls spasming as he pumps it full of his cum, shuddering deeply with little aborted whimpers. “Good girl, good girl” he pants, trailing off, giving one last little jerk of his hips before stilling.

You bite your lip so hard you draw blood to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. You pull your sticky fingers out of your cunt and shuffle back into the dark of the closet, curling in on yourself as izuku lays there, panting heavily for a few moments before moving.

You stay stock still as you hear him get up and shuffle around, his footsteps padding into the bathroom where you hear the door click softly shut. You spring up to your feet and don’t care if you make noise as you dart out of his room and into the hallway, sprinting like a bat out of hell as you make you way to the girls dorms.

You’ll think about how to reevaluate and recoup later. Right now you just really need to get to your bed so you can rut pathetically onto your own fingers and imagine izukus fat dick breaking you open. Never in a million years did you think he had those kinds of feelings for you, and you know it changes the whole game, is a whole other level of playing field where you now know he wants you on a physical level.

You feel powerless and lie you’re slipping again, don’t know how you’re going to point your finger at him and laugh when you know for every insult you throw his way, is another way hes fucking his toy at night, adding it as another thing to get you back for. If he ever snaps.

If. you want it to be a when, so bad, not an if.

You’ll make it a when. You’ll push him off the metaphorical cliff he’s teetering on to make it so.

#poppy speaks #my writing #deku smut #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya smut #bully!reader #izuku smut #midoriya izuku smut

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adonis-koo · 3 years

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Strictly Business

↳ Summary: When the price of your apartment shoots through the roof, you and your roommate become desperate for money and go to extreme measures to make it possible to afford living there. But it’s all strictly business in the end. Right?

↳ Genre: porn with some plot if you squint, it’s a pornstar AU essentially, sex worker au??? Roommates AU, it’s all platonic, or is it?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Word Count: 13k

Tags: dom!kook, sex tapes obviously, dirty talk, pussy slapping, good girl!MC, sir kink, degradation, like if you aren’t into degradation just skip, vaginal fingering, size kink 😌, a little dumbfication, ruined orgasm, breath play, oral (m & f), sex toy, overstimulation, bondage, theres elements of BDSM but not hardcore,

Note: I never thought I’d write pwp ever but here we are you horndogs, I feel like this Oneshot probably deserves a part 2 tbh

“What!?”

Jungkook cringed at your shouted words, you hadn’t meant to of course. Truth be told, you didn’t really know your roommate that well. But he was good in terms of keeping the apartment fairly clean, he was quiet, never brought any one night stands home. You did the same. But outside of talking over bills, a few mutual friends and occasionally watching a movie together you both didn’t really hang out much.

“...Look I know,” Jungkook sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, “They just spiked rent last month too…Maybe we should look for a different place?” He offered as you slumped on the couch. This place was perfect though, it was close to campus, close to your and his work and all while in range of plenty of fast food restaurants and the grocery store. You couldn’t get any better than this.

The apartment was already rather pricey when you and Jungkook found it, but you both made enough together that with that and making sure to grocery shop together it would be fine. But then your tenant had retired and gave his business over to his son who had spiked the rates last month and to be fair he warned he was doing a finalized rent this month but still…

Five hundred extra? How could you afford nine hundred rent a month when both you and Jungkook worked regular college level jobs?

“I’m sure we could but…” you frowned as you fumbled with your fingers, “It won’t be nearly as close to campus or work…”

Jungkook didn’t like the idea anymore then you but...what other options were there? He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, “Well let’s not worry about it tonight. I’ll start looking for other places. Who knows, maybe we can find somewhere better.” He offered you a tiny smile that you weakly returned before sighing, lips quivering before you stood up, running a hand through your hair before going back to your room, looking rather upset.

Jungkook frowned before sighing as his gaze lingered in your direction before making his way to his room. Jungkook began his search for different apartments but much to his irrigation everything was either the same price which neither of you could afford or it was nearly a half hour drive to uni.

It was well into the early morning until Jungkook eventually gave up all together, to make matters go from bad to worst he inhaled sharply in annoyance at the strained feeling of his cock strapped inside the confines of his jeans he had yet to change out of. Seriously? He looked down at the bulge in his pants that decided to greet him at nearly twelve at night.

He looked back at the house listing before back at his pants he clacked his tongue exiting out of the page, seeing as he obviously wasn’t going to find any apartment options tonight and he had a raging boner he knew he could at least fix one of these things.

Kicking off his jeans he sighed in relief before typing away on his computer, putting on his headphones as he eagerly scrolled through Playhub.

Instead of finding a good video to jerk off too he paused at the side bar that usually held porn ads, instead it was advertisement for working on playhub...Jungkook gritted his teeth together, ignoring his hardened cock that was throbbing in need to be touched as he clicked on the ad...Maybe this night wasn’t such a bust…

Should he tell you? He felt nervous as you finished up drinking your smoothie, you were getting ready for work this morning, your hair tied up and you still looked pretty tired. Jungkook felt himself gulp, staring without even realizing it. But the longer he stared the more he felt his ears burning, sure he thought you were pretty when he first met you but…

“Are you okay?” He jumped at your soft voice, tilting your head a little as you glanced at your roommate, feeling slightly odd given he was usually still in bed or was already on his way to work, or even class. It was rare you shared breakfast together. Jungkook swallowed thickly as he rapidly shook his head without even meaning too. He was trying to get the courage to bring up his solution to you.

“Y-yeah I’m good!” Jungkook flashed you a strained smile but he was positive his cheeks were flushed. You pressed your lips together but said no more as you glanced back down at your phone. Jungkook could feel himself slump a little, he usually wasn’t this nervous around girls, god he felt like he was in middle school again.

But again, he had never thought of you in this way before...I mean sure...Jungkook was a man, he had thought about it a time or two in passing thought. But he had never extensively thought about it. About you. About having sex with you. And it was frighteningly arousing, he wouldn’t lie. Had he always been so blind to how tight your sleep shorts were? Or how short they really were and how they strapped against your ass?

Or the way you’d flash him timid sweet smiles when you’d pass one another in the house. Jungkook was thinking with his hormones now. But still...if he was going to do this, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be his partner going into it.

Before he knew it his opportunity was gone as you left the table making him groan in defeat. To be fair it wasn’t exactly an easy question; ‘Hey would you consider making porn with me since we’re desperate to pay rent and can’t afford to stay anywhere else?’

Because that conversation could go well...Jungkook didn’t even know your favorite color, how the fuck was he supposed to go about this? He nibbled against his lower lip as he sunk in his seat, this was going to be more challenging then he anticipated…

Jungkook has spent most of his day at work mopping around and fretting about how bad your reaction could be, the worst would be making things awkward but...that wasn’t going to solve anything and this was a solution...sorta...It could also flop but this could work! Jungkook knows it can!

He continued to affirm himself the whole day and even when he got off shift at nine o’clock at night and headed home. Yes! He’d go and he’d ask you if you were willing to do this because you both needed rent money by the 29th and that wasn’t going to happen unless you did something this something just so happened to be porn…

Jungkook gulped a little as he took his shoes off at the entrance before headed inside, making himself some cup noodles as he tried to calm himself.

What Jungkook didn’t expect was for you to come out of your room, sweatpants hiding the nice sight of your thighs but the tank top was loose and low enough to spot the lacy bralette you sported that Jungkook never looked twice at until now. God he felt like a total pervert! He could already feel his ears turning red as he hurriedly slurped his noodles trying to ignore your figure the way you bent down to grab juice from the fridge.

You were about to leave when Jungkook jumped the opportunity, “Um-! Y/n!” He almost yelped, wincing at his tone. God why did he sounded like he was going through puberty again.

Usually when Jungkook wanted to get with a girl he was a lot more subtle, a few smirks here and there, some playful flirting. Smooth. So why wasn’t he being smooth? Probably because this wasn’t exactly what one would consider a one night stand…

You turned around as you tilted your head, giving him your full attention as you asked, “Yeah?” Jungkook felt himself freeze before he forced a cough from his lips. You could tell he had been acting up since this morning and for some reason it put you on edge...did he not want to be roommates anymore? Was something wrong?

Noting he hadn’t said anything yet you took the opportunity to sit down across from him as you raised your brows.

“I...um…” Jungkook sucked in a breath of air, calming himself down, “So...I found a way that could help us get rent….”

Jungkook felt bad at watching the way your eyes lit up in excitement as you bounced in your seat a little, clapping your hands as you asked, “What? Really!? What is it? I'd hate for us to have to move somewhere else…” Of course this little nerd Jeon Jungkook found a way for you both to get side cash! God you may not have been close to him but he really was a genius!

Oddly enough Jungkook didn’t seem to share your sentiment as he dropped his gaze, looking somewhat ashamed which made your brows furrow.

That was weird…”Well...here’s the thing…” he gave you a funny smile as he rubbed the back of your neck, “...Did you know Playhub pays users who put up content.” Jungkook wasn’t even sure how he managed to get those words out but he could tell that was the last thing you expected him to say.

It looked like your brain was frozen for a good few minutes before as you opened and closed your mouth several times...He did not just say what you think you heard him say…”You’re...you’re joking...right?” You forced a smile on your lips, feeling like something was caught in your throat as you forced a laugh despite your face suddenly feeling hot.

Jungkook sunk into his seat a little which only confirmed he wasn’t joking about this, he ran a hand through his hair as he looked away apprehensively, “I understand if you don’t want to do it but…! Just give it a thought-“

“Jungkook that’s insane! Who would sell porn?”

“I would,” Jungkook replied somewhat defensively before he realized what he said, his ears burning as your jaw dropped a little and your brows rose, “...If I’m desperate enough and I’m pretty desperate right now Y/n...I’ve already checked for different apartments but anything in a half hour radius is around nine hundred as well and unless you wanna find two other housemates in the next two weeks we’re gonna be living in your car.”

Jungkook’s brows were pinched and you wanted to whine at how serious his expression was. Porn? Together….Seriously? Just the idea was making you flush. You wouldn’t lie, Jungkook was an attractive guy, extremely attractive guy, you’d be dumb to not acknowledge that. Or the fact that you had a tiny crush on him when you first moved in together. But eventually you got over it, that didn’t erase the fact that it was once there though! If you slept with him...Dear god…that only crossed your mind when you were desperate while masturbating…

“Oh my god…” you sighed as you pressed your hands to your face.

“Like I said!” Jungkook replied hurriedly, “You don’t have to do it if you don’t feel comfortable but...we should start sending out advertisements for other roommates soon.”

Porn...Together…

You melted into your chair feeling somewhat embarrassed by the idea, what if somebody you knew stumbled across a video or what if your work found out…? “I…” You pressed your lips together before rubbing your temple, “Can I at least think it over tonight…?”

Jungkook’s lips parted, you...you were actually considering? Jungkook felt his face burn as he nodded rapidly, “Of course! Yeah! Just let me know in the morning.” Holy shit you were considering!

Holy shit, you were actually considering this…

But Jungkook had a point, you were kind of desperate as well...You really loved this apartment and you didn’t want to give it up…

It was nearly seven in the morning and you had a horrible time sleeping last night, there were too many thoughts in your mind that kept you awake. If you were to do this then...you’d have to lay out a lot of ground rules and would have to talk a lot of things over…

That’s how you found yourself sitting on the couch with Jungkook both of you sitting on the opposite end turned to face one another, “...How do we even do this? Setting up an account?” You flushed as you asked, hugging the couch pillow against your chest.

Jungkook was still waking up, steam wafting from the cup of coffee he had as he took a sip, oddly not looking as flustered as he did the day before, “Well first off we’d make an account then we’d apply for their amateur program, they’ll have an admin verify us and we’d go from there.” You pressed your lips together as you nodded, “If we do this,” Jungkook continued carefully, “We should stop by the bank and set up a joint account so we can both access the account we use for this.”

That was definitely agreed and the smartest decision, that way there was no fighting or over spending any money you’d make on this...God you were actually considering this, “That's if you actually wanna do this though.” Jungkook finished as he took another sip of coffee, his expression neutral but the way he eyed you made your face feel hot again.

Sighing you pressed your hand to your face, what was the worst that could happen? You bang your roommate and this flops and then you go on with your life pretending it never happened? “Ah fuck it. We need money, and now.” Jungkook looked a little surprised by your words making you more flustered, “What!? Do you want me to say no!?”

“No…! Well...Yeah, if you really don’t want to sleep with me…” Jungkook looked a little awkward as he rubbed his head, he wouldn’t lie, his pride would be a little hurt if you didn’t but he handled rejection all throughout his school years, he had survived before and could do so again.

“Do you wanna sleep with me?” You countered cautiously as you both awkwardly looked at one another.

Jungkook felt as if he’d break out in nervous sweat any moment, “...Yes…?” It was posed more like a question than an answer as you groaned making him rush, “It wouldn’t be a bad thing! I think your um-! I think you're pretty and I wouldn’t mind- I’m just gonna shut up. Let’s talk

sex, condoms or pill?” You looked at him bewildered as he scratched his cheek before murmuring, “Most people find it hot when it’s raw...we should discuss all of this before we do anything at all.”

It was embarrassing though! You groaned as you shoved your face into your pillow, this was going to be a long conversation, “Condoms. I don’t have a reason to be on birth control but I mean…” You weren’t a stranger to Pornhub you knew most people went raw on there but…”Actually- before we even discuss condomless we should both get checked out. If you have STDs this plan isn’t going to work. We can talk about birth control afterward.” You’d be willing to go on pill but you wanted to make sure both of you were clean before you do anything else.

Jungkook nodded, “Alright fair enough- I don’t have STDs by the way,” He watched a smile tug on your lips for the first time all morning, yeah...this could definitely work, “You know I already have a good camera so we don’t have to worry about that. No faces though?”

You immediately nodded, feeling a little better at the idea of keeping your face out of any kind of porn just to make yourself feel better, “Yeah definitely….And I guess we should probably talk about Uh…” you coughed a little, “...Kinks and stuff…For entertainment purposes.”

“Are you vanilla?” Jungkook immediately quizzed, making your gaze dart away from him, suddenly becoming mute, “Because we can keep it vanilla if that’s what you want.” He really was a sweetheart, not just like this but his whole personality. He was always thinking about others.

You rubbed your head as you sighed, forcing yourself to speak, “I uh...Not really…” you offered him a weak smile when you noticed he seemed confused.

You...you weren’t into vanilla? Jungkook didn’t want to say he assumed your tastes but well...he did a little, you were considerably quiet and timid, only open with your friends but over all a kind and sweet person. Jungkook figured girls like you probably liked something slow and sentimental. And there was nothing wrong with that!

“And even if I was vanilla it wouldn't get views. Just throw me around and shit.” You laughed at the way Jungkook choked on his coffee, coughing as he pressed a hand on his chest, “Degradation, pain, bondage, all that stuff. Unless…! You’re not into that…” What surge of confidence you had suddenly wilted at the idea of Jungkook not being into these things.

Rather it was the opposite, the more you spoke the more aroused Jungkook felt, “...Are you saying you’re a submissive?” Jungkook could feel his cock throb in excitement. Sure he could find people who liked rough sex but not everyone was a submissive and the idea that he had been living with one for a year and a half was driving him up the wall.

“Are you saying you’re a dominant?” You suddenly felt nervous at the idea, you could label yourself a sub but you had never actually been with a dominant before. Sure you had a great time with plenty of people but...The air in the room shifted a little, Jungkooks gaze a little more sultry then before, those usually innocent doe eyes looked lidded in the moment and the air around him suddenly looked a thousand times more confident as he gave a nod with a shrug, “Yeah, I am.”

You wanted to screech at his words, his voice sounding a tone deeper than before.

Three words and it felt like you were squirming, of course he was dominant! Of course! You should’ve known! “So does that mean you like getting thrown around and shit?” Jungkook tucked his tongue into his cheek before offering a cocky smile that made him look a little more predatory than you were used to, he didn’t make a move to get closer to you but your body felt hotter then you remembered.

You managed a stiff nod, refusing to meet his gaze anymore and you were sure you looked embarrassed, you had to…You had never met someone that considered themselves formally a dominant but the energy just continued to ooze from Jungkook.

“Oh? What about overstimulated,” Nod, “Toys?” Nod, “What about title kinks? I prefer to be addressed as Sir.” Jungkook wasn’t even hiding his arousal or interest anymore. His pupils looked dilated and he was licking lips at the way you squirmed in your seat, lips tugging into a pout and you refused to look at him anymore. Cute.

“Sir is fine.” You mumbled as you rubbed your hand against your cheek, trying to stop your thighs from rubbing together in excitement. Maybe this wasn’t a terrible idea as you thought…

Finding out that you and Jungkook were both sexually compatible seemed to really fast track your progress. You both went out the same day, opened a joint account together, you went to get tested and meanwhile bought birth control for you to start taking. Things seemed to be going well the last few days but you couldn’t help but feel nervous, the 29th would be arriving soon and if this flopped you’d either be cramming two extra people in the apartment or you’d be sleeping in by the back of your car.

“Well I don’t know, I guess we’ll just have to play around with camera positions,” Jungkook frowned, messing with his tripod as you laid on his bed so he could try to frame it without your face in the shot, “I think this should work.” He seemed satisfied with his work as he leaned back on his hands as he sighed in contentment.

“Have you heard back from them yet?” You glanced up at Jungkook as he frowned, shaking his head. You had created a pornhub profile together the same day you agreed to do this and you had yet to hear back about getting verified. But a part of you wondered if you’d have to build a following first. God this sounded time consuming…

“Hey, come on it’ll be fine.” It was like Jungkook could sense your nervous energy as you sighed, rolling into your stomach as you buried into his pillow, “If the video does well we’ll still get a cut regardless of verified or not. Verified probably just means more exposure.”

The bed dipped a little as Jungkook sat on the edge as you sighed, mumbling into the pillow, “If it does well. Pornhub is like any other platform, there’s millions of videos on there. What’s one more have to offer?” It was true, the likelihood that this was going to work was….not high.

Jungkook frowned as he shrugged, he had been the more optimistic one about this then you and he’d continue to do so, “Well maybe…” You could hear the hesitation in his voice as you glanced up at him in front of your slumped position, his eyes a little nervous as he shrugged, “Maybe we should try a practice run.”

You could immediately feel your face become hot at his words, there wasn’t any reason why you couldn’t. You got your test results back and you were both clean of STDs and you had been making sure to take birth control every day for the past four days and today as well, “Maybe we should…” you mumbled letting your face press against the pillow once more. The fact was nobody was going to watch to two awkward college kids act like they were virgins, you needed to have confidence in having sex with Jungkook and vice versa, right now that wasn’t looking too hot, “We can’t make anything decent until we’re used to banging each other.”

You could hear Jungkook laugh a little, sounding a little less nervous as you felt the bed shift again, a hand hesitantly rolling your over into your back to look up at him, his cheeks were pink despite hovering on top of you, “I think we could make something decent right now.” Jungkook offered a little smirk as you glanced at the camera, realizing the screen had been flipped and record was on making your ears burn as you squirmed beneath him a little, “We’ll take it slow.” Jungkook was going to be the dominant in this scenario so he felt obligated to be the one to lead you through this despite not being experienced himself.

“Listen...ah...If you wanna stop at any time just tell me okay? Remember, we’re just getting used to one another.”

You swallowed thickly despite looking away from him, feeling too embarrassed to look at him directly, “Same applies, if you wanna stop then we do.” Jungkook felt reassured as his lips quirked into a little smile, but admittedly all business aside, he was aroused by the sight of you beneath him. Jungkook was eager to get you naked and soaking wet beneath him, he had a lot of things he wanted to experiment with today and he had the feeling you’d be a good girl and let him.

Your breath hitches a little at his hands immediately pushing your top over your head, you felt semi embarrassed you weren’t wearing any sort of lingerie, just your usual bralette and panties that weren’t even matching but Jungkook didn’t even seem to mind as he quickly undid your bra.

Your first instinct was to shy away from him attempting to cover yourself but shockingly Jungkook’s hands were faster, “Dont.” His voice was husky and deeper as he spoke causing your core to ache with a gush of arousal, “Let’s make one thing clear,” Jungkook let his lips press against your ear as he purred lowly, “I’m the dominant here. So be a good little girl and obey.” He growled lowly keeping your arms pinned to the bed as his mouth dragged down your neck, a whine suddenly escaping you at the feeling of his mouth capturing your sensitive nipple between his lips. Suckling it as a soft moan escaped you, your back arching a little to try for a little more friction.

Your panties were practically soaking and you hadn’t even started yet, Jungkook held your wrists over your hand with one hand and the other squeezed against your waist before petting down to your hip, his lips suckling against your tits before you squeaked at the feeling of his hand cupping your cunt, “Fuck,” Jungkook grunted at the feeling of your hips immediately thrusting into his hand for friction, “So fucking needy.” He growled against your skin, letting go of your wrists to tug his shirt over his head, “Should’ve known your little ass was a good girl,” He cooed snidely, a sharp sting against your pussy as he spanked it making you moan louder then you wanted too as he his smirk widened, “What a cute little sub.” You whined as you felt a sharp slap against your clothed clit, throbbing in excitement as pain flushed against it.

“Sir! Please.” You hadn’t even consciously realized what you said but it made Jungkook’s muscle tense and a growl to suddenly escaping him at being formally addressed. His cock suddenly throbbing in need as he bit against your skin, “Please what? You desperate whore.” He wanted to hear you say it, to listen to that sweet little voice beg to be fucked. How could Jungkook life with you for this long and never think about how nice and wet your little cunt was?

“Ah!” Your hips bucked at the harsh slap against your clit, pleasure making you whine and squirm as you fumbled, “Please! Please sir!” Jungkook gritted his teeth as he roughly cupped your cunt, massaging against it as your panties soaked with arousal.

“Answer my fucking question,” Jungkook growled against your ear lowly, his thumb pressing against your covered clit harshly, your loud surprised squeak like music to his ears, “What do you want? What do you think you deserve? Hm?”

Jungkook wanted to moan at just the sight of your fucked out submissive face as your hips kept needily grinding against his hand, “Tongue! Sir! Please! Want fingers! Anything!” Your eyes squeezed shut as you whined feeling his fingers pinch your clit, “Ah Sir…!” Jungkook was already stuffing his hand down your panties his long thick fingers dragging over your soaked cunt before pushing a single digit inside you, your lips immediately parting and your little hole clenching around him with a whine.

“Is this what my little slut wants?” Jungkook cooed out mockingly, a wicked smirk on his face as your eyes met, your expression twisted between shy and needy as various whines escaped you as his finger roughly hitting up against your g-spot, “Fuck you’re so tiny baby, I don’t think you can take my cock. It’ll split you right in half.” Just to emphasize Jungkook squeezed another finger inside you making your body jolt and walls clamp with a loud cry as your hips began to fuck yourself with them.

Jungkook paused his movements just to watch your hips buck up against him, your tiny walls squeezing so tight and snug around his fingers that covered in your arousal, “Do you like fucking yourself with my fingers you desperate little whore?” Jungkook growled with lidded eyes, watching your tits bounce with each thrust of your body and your little squeaked moans.

“Y-yes! Mm love it!” Jungkook licked his lips at the feeling of your walls squeezing as you whimpered, “Ah! F-feels good! Sir, cum! Want cum!” Your body withered due to edging yourself with his fingers that teasingly brushed up against your g-spot each time. Jungkook shoved his fingers inside you all the way causing you to whine as you scrambled to frantically fuck his fingers making him growl, his non working hand finally releasing your wrists only to grab your hips with a sneer, “Be still you needy bitch.”

You whimpered but stayed still obediently as he used his free hand to peel off your panties, a low moan escaping him and his cock was pressed thick and bulging against his sweatpants at the sight of such a pretty wet cunt stuffed full of his fingers. Your legs immediately spread as your hips couldn’t resist rolling into him, having full motion to feel his fingers drag against your g-spot as you cried out with a moan, “I said stay fucking still,” Jungkook snapped, his hand spanking harshly against your thigh making you jump with a cry, body squirming against his fingers as he shoved them back deep inside you, “You like getting fucked by my fingers? Say it. Say how much you don’t fucking deserve it.” Jungkook demanded, he shifted your body slightly more towards the camera as he kept your legs spread, in perfect few for watching you get stuffed with his fingers, “Say it.” Jungkook snapped, his fingers roughly thrusting inside you causing a loud moan as his jammed his fingers up into your g-spot pleasure was rapidly blossoming in your body as you cried.

“I-I don’t deserve it! I’m a dumb needy slut that doesn’t deserve your fingers Sir! Ah! I’m worthless and shouldn’t be allowed to cum! Sir please…!” Your body was withering as his fingers pounded into you, his thumb skillfully rubbing circles into your clit as your walls rapidly clenched and relaxed, “Sir!”

“That’s right,” Jungkook growled his fingers harshly rutting up into your g-spot sloppily and his thumb rubbing into your clit as he snarled, “You don’t deserve it you worthless cumdumpster.” Your body was so close, Jungkook could feel it, you were squirming and mornings hotly escaped you before a loud cry left your lips the glorious feeling of his fingers escaping you just at the edge of your orgasm, a sob escaping your lips as your body began to tremble.

“Sir please! Please! Let me cum! Sir!” You sobbed with blurry eyes as you glanced up at Jungkook’s dark daunting figure, his fingers in his mouth as he licked them clean, as if he didn’t so much as care about your sobbing figure that trembled beneath him.

His hand suddenly wrapped around your throat with a harsh squeeze, “Shut up you pathetic bitch. You said it yourself, you don’t deserve to cum,” Jungkook gave you a lopsided smile, “But if you really think you deserve to cum get on your knees.” He growled, getting off of you as he pulled his shirt over his head. Your mouth was watering at just the sight of his body, thick and taunt muscles all up and down his arms, his sweat pants hung low enough to show off his v line and you could even see the distinct display of abs when he crunched slightly before sitting with his feet on the ground at the edge of the bed, right in front of the camera.

You scrambled to get off the bed, kneeling down between his parted legs as you folded your hands glancing up at him for direction, Jungkook snorted as his hand came to touch your hair a pleasant noise escaping you as his hand stroked down to your cheek.

A harsh smack against the same skin he previously brushed as you jumped with a whine, your cheek flushing with a delicious sting of pain as Jungkook gritted his teeth, “Don’t sit still and look pretty baby take out my cock.” Obediently you fumbled with his waist band before tugging it down. Pausing for a moment as his cock bounced and laid against his abdominal, he was so thick, perhaps not the longest you had seen but certainly not the shortest either. His head was bulbous and round weeping with precum. You didn’t stare for long, wanting to cum more than anything as you let your lips get to work.

Gently licking the precum off his head as you heard a moan of approval from him, delicately you let your tongue press against the base of his cock, squeezing his balls as you let your tongue work it’s way up his cock, another moan escaping his lips as he growled, “I said suck baby not tease.”

Whining a little you huffed, gripping his cock a little tighter then necessary earning a grunt from him before you obediently parted your lips, slowly taking his thick tip into your mouth as you heard a sigh of relief from him. Your hands tugged against his base as you let your head bob against his tip, letting your tongue messily rub into his slit causing his hips to buck a little, “Fuuck, guess that bitchy little mouth is useful for something.” Jungkook moaned, pride swelling in your chest at making him feel so good, a whine suddenly escaped you at his hand tangling in your hair, pushing you to take more of his cock. You obediently let him, taking more of him into your mouth but not without a vibrated whine.

Jungkook began to guide your movement with his hand into a slow bob as he moaned, pushing you to take further of him as his cock hit the back of your throat.

Pausing a moment Jungkook moaned, “Can you deepthroat sweetheart? Fuuck.” He’s brows scrunched together as he glanced down, another breathy moan escaped him at the sight of your watery eyes glancing up at him a small nod making him moan again as he regripped your hair, somewhat more tender this time as he guided your mouth down his cock. Your throat burned and your jaw ached as you felt tears begin to well in your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks and let his shaft slide further into your mouth.

“Mmm shit, good girl,”Jungkook moaned his hips lifting a little as his hand tangled in your hair, his hand eagerly encouraging your head as you whined, letting your head bob against his thick shaft, gagging a little as his hand pushed you further down until your nose was pressed against his pubic bone, “You take me so well baby fuck.” Jungkook moaned lowly, his hand yanking your hair making you muffle a cry against his cock as he sloppily made you bob your head, saliva dripping down your chin and tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks as you gagged.

A loud moan escaped Jungkook at the feeling of your throat squeeze around him, “Fuck baby. That’s it. Good girl.” Your head was becoming light as you continued gagging on his cock, your nails digging into his thighs pleasantly and you could feel his cock throb and his hips lift.

Jungkook harshly pulled you up from his bobbing cock that looked ready to cum from even the slightest contact, “What a good girl,” Jungkook rasped, cupping your cheek as he thumbed away the tears that trailed your cheeks, “C’mere.”

You squeaked as Jungkook grabbed you, pull you up into his lap before shifting you onto the bed, your body trembled in excitement as Jungkook placed you on all fours, suddenly shoving your back against the bed and your face on the mattress as you whined, your ass presented for him as he moaned, “Such a good fucking girl. I should’ve fucked you sooner then this if I knew what a good little slut you were.” Jungkook let the tip of his cock sink inside you as let out a muffled moan, even being stretched wasn’t enough to prepare for his girthy cock.

Jungkook grunted was he pushed further inside you until his hips met yours, your walls squeezed snug around him but took him well as he moaned, “Fuck baby.” It’s all he said before he suddenly slammed into the bed, your weight completely thrown off and you had no choice but to let your face bury against the bed as you let out moan after moan, your walls excitedly clenching around him as he thrusted roughly inside you. Just hearing his balls slap against your skin, his cock splitting you open as he moaned, “Who knew my little slut would be so tiny. I’m gonna fucking break you baby, you want that?”

Jungkook leaned down as his hips roughly rolled yours, his hand wrapping around your throat making you wheeze before you could even answer.

“Hnngh! S-sir! Sir!” You could hardly even speak when Jungkook roughly squeezed your neck once more, your walls clenching around him in excitement as his cock rubbed into your g-spot pleasantly, “Fuck me please. Harder. Ah! Harder!” You whined, needing friction desperately.

Your wish was his command and it even fully expecting it Jungkook’s hips became sharper and faster with each thrust, “This what you want baby? You wanna be my little fuck doll now?” Jungkook growled in your ear, his hand squeezing around your throat once more making you moan as your upper body completely collapsed, letting Jungkook pound into your cunt as he moaned, “Thats it fucking take it you worthless bitch. Are you gonna cum all over my dick?”

Jungkook let go of your throat in trade for your clit, his thumb rubbing against your sensitive bud making you cry out, walls rapidly clenching around him as his cock slammed into your g-spot, your body withering at such an intense speed you weren’t sure you could stop yourself from cumming, “Ah! Sir! Sir! Ah!” Your walls were rapidly squeezing around his cock as your face scrunched, a loud muffled scream escaping you at your orgasm that snapped.

“Mmm fuck that’s it. Good girl.” Jungkook growled as his hips rolled into yours, letting himself sink inside your body milked his cock. His hands squeezing tightly against your waist as he moaned, hot cum shooting inside you as his hips grinded against yours, coaxing a few more spits of cum as he moaned. Your body trembling and exhaustion setting in as Jungkook inhaled sharply, his cock beginning to soften inside you before he pulled out.

Your body slumped as you felt the bed shift his weight no longer on the bed. You glanced his way only to realize he turned off the camera before laying back down, collapsing on top of you as you whined a little. It was quiet as he pressed his face into your shoulder as he sighed, “Well, at least we don’t act like virgins.”

“I’m glad that’s what you took away from that.” You huffed, you could hear a muffled laugh from Jungkook making a smile tug on your lips as well, he certainly wasn’t wrong.

“Fuck me please. Harder. Ah! Harder!”

That...was you…? You couldn’t help but cringe, you couldn’t even stand your own voice let alone making a whole porno, Jungkook’s eyes weren’t trained on your sinful words or even your sloppy body movements in sync. He was too into his videographer self to care about the actual content.

“At least I sound like a pornstar.” You wrinkled your nose as you looked over his shoulder. This seemed to pull Jungkook out of his thoughts as he snorted, a smile tugging on his lips as he glanced up at you with a shrug.

“I don’t think it’s bad honestly, I mean I think we’re past TMI at this point so truthfully? Out of all the home made porn I’ve watched this is pretty good. We have nice camera angles, microphones make the sound high quality-“

“Oh yes,” you replied sarcastically, “Just what I wanna hear- your balls slapping me at the speed of light.” That earned a rather proud look from Jungkook as you huffed, looking away from him.

“I think we should post it, just to test the waters. I cut out any clips of our faces, we could still use a little work on making sure to not show our faces with our angles but I think that will take time.”

You frowned a little as you wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling unsure if this was a good idea, “...You really think it’s that good?”

Jungkook raised his brows as he turned his chair around to look at you, sensing the shift in your demeanor as he relied, “Well we don’t have too if you don’t feel comfortable with it,” he offered a small smile, “But personally? I don’t see why not. And if it doesn’t take, we can always make more, feel out what people enjoy watching more.”

In most cases you would’ve said you didn’t feel comfortable with this, with the idea of strangers on the internet masturbauting to your private sex life but...there was something so sincere and comforting in Jungkook’s eyes, maybe it was just the dom in him wanting to prioritize your comfort over anything else. You weren’t sure, but it was that look that made it okay, “Alright, what the hell.” You sighed, “I didn’t let you blow my back out for no reason.”

Jungkook snorted as he turned his chair around, “Maybe it’s just me but I felt you clenching around me hard when you came all over my-“

“Shut up! Just because you fuck me doesn’t mean you can go into graphic detail about it! Jesus Christ!” You covered your ears, feeling hot all of sudden as you glared are Jungkook’s dumb coconut hair, though you couldn’t see his face fully you were positive there was a dumb little smirk on his lips as he hummed. God what did you get yourself into?

You had a hard time going to bed that night, rolling around as you briefly wondered the what if, what if it was an overnight sensation? What if someone you knew recognized it was you? What if...god you’d never show your face at campus again…

“Well?” You hadn’t gotten a blink of sleep as you bounced behind Jungkook who hummed, logging in as he yawned.

“It got ten views.” Jungkook clacked his tongue before shrugging, “But I mean hey! We got two dollars!” You deflated as you smacked your forehead. That would be great if your rent was only two dollars higher rather than two hundred!

“Hey remember what I said,” Jungkook rubbed his eyes as he offered a sleepy smile, “We can always try different things, the more we post the more a viewership will build. Overnight sensations never happen anyways.” He seemed more relaxed about this then you. Sighing you collapsed on his bed as you curled up, “Well what do you propose we try next?”

Jungkook gave it some thought as he spun his chair around to face you before shrugging, “I don’t know...I mean, not to sound sexist or anything but I think we both know pornhub is pretty male dominated in viewership…” he offered a weak smile as you shrugged, “So...I don’t know, how would you feel about forced orgasms and bondage.”

Your head shot up to look at Jungkook’s pink cheeks as he gave a sheepish smile, choosing to not look at you as he rubbed his neck, “That took a sharp turn real fast...Maybe you shouldn’t be so vague though, a lot could happen during a scene like that.” It never failed to amuse you the way Jungkook would straighten up at the sight of your interest.

“Well, do you have any toys?” Jungkook asked as you gave him a face, “Oh come on, I won’t judge you,” he curved a brow as he gave a cocky smile, “It’s not like I haven’t blown your back out already. Do you even own any toys?” He decided to take on a new tactic as he held challenging mock in his tone, “Or were you just in that big of a drought-“

“Okay you asshole!” You glared at him as he gave a cheeky smile, “Yes I have a one. Just a bullet vibrator. Do you even own any bondage gear?” You curved a brow as he parted his lips, brows pinched almost in defense but no words escaped him.

Sighing Jungkook dropped his head in defeat, “No...but I bet we could prime some!” He suddenly jumped back up as you buried your hands against your face, “Hey I can’t help it! Most girls usually get freaked out when I try and start tying them up, I figured I’d just get proper bondage when I found someone to do it with.”

“Oh great.” You muttered under your breath as you curled up, “Glad I could offer the opportunity.” To that Jungkook gave an endearing smile. What had you gotten yourself into?

Despite the bondage handcuffs only taking two days to arrive, each day that passed made you more anxious, you really didn’t have a lot of time to be wasting. You and Jungkook and respectively kept your hands to yourselves meanwhile, but had discussed plenty of things, mainly camera angles, future ideas. Jungkook was sure this would work and hey, if he had that kind of faith, the very least you could do was admire it.

“You wanna use any safe words or?” Jungkook was currently straddling on top of you as he grabbed the cuffs that were laying beside you. They were leather, or faux leather- not the most comfortable feeling but durable for the next fifteen minutes.

You frowned before shrugging, “Why don’t we just use traffic lights?” It was fairly common in BDSM, “Unless you forget to check in…” you squinted a little suspiciously as Jungkook snorted, looking somewhat offended at your words.

“I always check in on my partners thank you very much-and yes that’s fine. Alright top off,” He gestured at your oversized sweatshirt, you glanced away from him as you shuffled a little, hearing him sigh as he spoke up, “It’s not like I haven’t seen boobs before- especially yours.” You scowled at him, “It doesn’t make it any less embarrassing!”

Jungkook’s nose scrunched, “How's it embarrassing?” He tilted his head looking oddly innocent despite having a vibratior laying next to him and a pair of handcuffs in his hands.

“Just take it off for me!” You blurted out before realizing what you just said, swallowing thickly before whining a little at the noise he made of contentment.

“All you had to do was ask, princess.” Jungkook’s hands were already pushing under your sweatshirt before pulling it over your head, “Awwh you were ready for me? Not even wearing anything underneath.” Jungkook was obviously setting the mood now despite the camera not being on, or maybe he was getting into his dominant head space, whatever it was it was working wonders on you.

Jungkook grabbed your hands before putting them above your head as you whined a little, “...maybe…” you squeezed your legs together in excitement, you had never had a partner use any toys on you before and, you couldn’t help but wonder how many times you’d cum in this session. Jungkook had already proven himself good in bed just by making you cum all over his dick.

You had discussed the scene in further detail yesterday, Jungkook had asked if it was okay to use fingers and tongue as well spanking and- you had embarrassingly said yes a little too fast, fast as in before he could even finish his sentence...you felt warm at just the memory or maybe it was from your binds being tightened as Jungkook hovered over you, “Is that good princess?” He whispered in your ear, you could feel the smirk coiling on his lips as you shifted.

Your thighs rubbed together and you had come prepared today in pink lacy panties that were undoubtedly wet now, “Yes...sir.” You mumbled as you heard his deep chuckle against the shell of your ear.

Sitting up right Jungkook licked his lips as his eyes slowly raked from your face, to your lips, all the way down to your chest were your nipples hardened against the cool air of the room, “Always so obedient.” He hummed as he say off of you, parting your legs a little so he could sit in between them as he asked, “Are you excited? Your clits gonna be numb by the time I’m finished.” His smile was cocky and arrogant, long gone was the sweet room mate you knew.

You wiggled your arms against your restraints as you whined a little, Jungkook’s body straightened a little before he pressed play on the camera which was held in a tripod at the edge of the bed right where you were placed.

He said it would...be perfect to see everything.

His hands placed against your thighs as he chuckled once more, “You’re so squirmy, are you excited to cum princess?” Your thighs were practically shaking in excitement and if your face was anything to go by the answer was obvious.

You nodded frantically, opening your legs a little more for him as he clacked his tongue, “I can’t hear you princess.”

“Please!” You immediately whined, a small smirk tugging on his lips as you continued, “I’ll be a good girl! I’ll cum when you want…!” Jungkook hummed as he pushes up the small skirt you were wearing, letting his fingers stroke against the lace as you jumped a little, trying to keep yourself from bucking against him.

“I’ll hold you to those words, little girl.” Jungkook gave you a sadistic grin and briefly, you realized he was right. Your clit wasn’t going to survive this, “I’m gonna edge this little clit of yours until you’re begging to cum. But you aren’t going to do a thing until I say so. Understand?”

He picked up the small bullet vibrator, usually you were excited when you heard the buzz of it coming to life, today however, you knew was going to be rough, “Yes sir.” You mumbled as he pulled down your panties, tossing them to the side as he pushed your skirt up, opening your legs as he moaned a little.

“Look at you, all wet and excited at the idea of this. You know what princess,” You jumped a little at the vibrator dragging along your inner thigh, “I think you’re looking forward to this. I think you’re excited to be edged until you’re crying. Isn’t that right princess? Are you gonna be a good girl and listen to me?”

You nodded frantically as you squirmed at the vibrator getting closer to your throbbing cunt, arousal was gushing from your entrance as Jungkook dragged a finger up your slit, inspecting his glossy finger pad before letting it drag over his tongue, a devilish smirk on his lips as you whimpered are the vibrator pushing against your entrance, “So wet baby, I could just push it right in.”

He pushed the tip inside you, the thrum of vibrators making you squeak a whine as you tries to instinctively close your legs, Jungkook immediately stopped you, forcing your legs back open as he chuckled, pushing it a little further inside as you clenched around the small pulsing toy, “Sir! Please! Please!” You whimpered as his thumb began to circle your clit, your toes curling and your lips parting as you went to grab his hand to grind it. Your range of motion was immediately cut off by your binds as you whined.

“Oh you like that baby?” Jungkook’s lips tugged into an animated pout as he mocked, “You like your clit being rubbed while you get fucked with your little vibrator.” He pushed the vibrator half way inside you as you squeaked loudly, jamming the tip into your g-spot as you let out a loud squeal, goes curling once more as your eyes snapped shut. His thumb tenderly stroking your clit until he found your sweet spot that forced breathy whines from your lips.

“Please! Please sir! Sir! Need cum! Please! Cum!” Your body withered and it was difficult to focus on anything when the vibrator was being jammed against your g-spot and Jungkook had a certain lazy touch against your clit that had you begging.

Jungkook as if sensing you were close, immediately pulled all contact against you as you whined in objection, “Oh we’re just getting started sweetheart.” Jungkook let the smirk tug on his lips as he shifted your legs back wide open for him, “Look at this mess sweetheart,” He growled, placing the vibrator back against your wet folds as you whimpered.

Dragging it against your slick cunt you let out a sharp cry at Jungkook placing it against your delicate clit, pleasure deliciously burning in your body as you squeaked and whimpered, “Ah! Sir…! Ah please…!” You squeaked, your toes curled as you whined, your eyes snapping shut as you tried to focus on anything but cumming immediately.

Jungkook, not feeling merciful pushed a finger inside you as you whined a loud moan, your walls clenching harshly as he shoved a second finger inside you, “That’s right baby, clench. You wanna cum yeah?” He growled once more, his voice even deeper then voice. Your back was arching and your legs thrashed as you choked on your moans.

“Please! Please! Let me cum sir please!” Your voice was bubbling and frantic as your hips jerked up to meet his second finger that pushed inside you, your hips trying to fuck your self on those thick long fingers he was slowly fucking in and out of your clenching tight cunt as he slowly dragged the vibrator along your clit in search of your sweet spot.

Jungkook chuckled at the pathetic sight of your hips, “Look at you, you’re so fucking despesate to be fucked you’re even willing to do it yourself, this little pussy is clenching so hard baby do you need to cum that bad?” His lips twisted into a mocked pout as he roughly jammed his fingertips into your g-spot, the vibrator pausing on your clit as he heard the loud shriek escape you, your back arching and toes curling at the overwhelming wash of pleasure that struck through your body.

Your lips parted and your walls were rapidly clenching as you cried out, “F-fuck….! Please! Sir! Fuck! Ah…! Ah! Cum…!” Your legs were kicking as his fingers shoved back inside you, his pacing picking up a little more as pleasure burned against your sensitive bud.

“Mm fuck, I can feel how bad you’re trying not to cum baby.” Jungkook licked his lips as the smirk formed on his mouth, his cock nearly rock hard at how tight your walls were becoming making it nearly impossible to move his fingers.

Your head was moving and your arms kept shaking as gasps and moans escaped you, it felt like a fucking demon was possessing your body due to this mans fingers shoving their way against your g-spot roughly while this vibrator continued drilling into your clit, your mind had turned to nothing but frantic cries and moans, “Cum! Please! Sir…!” You weakly begged.

A sudden gasp escaping you at the height of your pleasure, there was no way you’d be able to hold back, not with his fingers stuffing your cunt full and knowing just how to hit your sweet spot while he carefully hovered the vibrator over your clit, your thighs were jerking and your eyes snapped up before you let out a cry at everything suddenly being removed.

You kicked your legs in frustration as tears welled into your eyes, “What did I say princess?” Jungkook chuckled, leaning up to grab your face as he squished it between his hand, “You aren’t cumming until I say so.” His face went cold as he grabbed your thighs, forcing them back open as you whined, “Don’t be so fuckinf patehtic.” You jolted at the wad of spit that smacked against your dripping cunt, a loud cry escaping you ag the vibrator being shoved back inside you and aimmed directly against your g-spot, your back immediately arching as you whined as his lips attached to your clit.

His moans vibrates against your sensitive clit causing you to twitch and squirm as your lips parted at the feeling of his tongue flattening and rubbing against your bud as he stares up at you with a cocky lidded expression at the noise of your loud moans. Jungkook felt like it was music to his ears that he just needed to hear more of as he began thrusting the little bullet inside you making sure it was jabbing into your g-spot each time.

It illicted the exact reaction he had hoped for, that being your head being thrown back against the pillow and your thighs twitching as streams of moans escaped you while pleading, “F-fuck! Sir- please…! Please! Ah! Ah!” Your body was twitching in ungodly positions and he kept hearing your bonds rattle as you whimpered beneath him.

“Mmm that’s right baby, are you gonna give me your first orgasm?” Jungkook moaned as he pressed his tongue back to your little clit, flicking and playing with the little bud, “That’s it princess, I know you wanna cum.” And you sure did, your voice was high pitched and needy as your walls were rapidly clenching around the vibrator that was drilling into your g-spot.

Jungkook’s wet, warm tongue playing with your clit as he suckled against it, purposely prodding against your sweet spot before your body nearly went into shock at the orgasm you experienced. Your back arching and loud shines escaping you as you moaned, “Fuck! Fuck! Mmm! Ah! Ah…!” You had never in your life came as hard are you were right now, in fact, you were sure you blacked out for a half a second due to how amazing it was.

“Aah! Sensitive! Ah! J-sir! Sir! Yellow…!” You whined out as your legs squirmed at the overstimulation. At the sound of the yellow marker Jungkook pulled the vibrator from your cunt, letting out a soft laugh as he pressed a kiss on your inner thigh, “Mmm yellow baby? What about just another orgasm for me while you recover your guts?” Before you could even process his words his tongue was already back on your clit was a moan.

You squeaked loudly at the overstimulation once more which hurt but was admittedly much more tolerable especially after the first twenty seconds of whining before they quickly turned to moans and your legs kicking against his back as he hauled your lower body up, his fingers pushing back inside you as he moaned, “Fuck baby c’mon cum, cum all over my fingers princess I can fucking feel it.” Your eyes scrunched closed as you whimpered loudly, your body was frantically becoming overwhelmed at the feeling of his fingers fluidly thrusting, letting his pads drag over that little spongy spot that had you kicking your legs as your hips brokenly jerked against his tongue that lathed against your clit.

Your body was frantic and quickly becoming overwhelmed as you came hard once more, your toes curling and loud cries and moans escaping you as your back arched and your muscles rapidly contracted at the pure overwhelming pleasure your body was experiencing at the moment. Jungkook suckled your clit tenderly, his fingers sluggishly pumping inside you a your walls twitched and tightened around him deliciously making his cock throb in his pants, “Mmm that’s it baby, feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my fingers. How are you feeling baby?”

Jungkook pushed his fingers fully inside you once more making you whine a little as your walls clenched around them once more. Fuck you could hardly even think with his fingers stuffing you full, “Princess,” Jungkook said in a teasing sing song voice, a third finger tracing your little hole that was stuffed with his other two fingers, “How are you feeling.” He chuckled under his breath at the feeling of your cunt rapidly squeezing around his fingers at the feeling of his index finger teasing your entrance.

Your lips were parted and drool was nearly dripping down your lips as your hips lifted a little at the feeling, wanting to be stuffed as full as possible by this man, his third finger suddenly pushing inside you making you squeak out, “Green! Ah mmm! Green fuck!” Your hips tried to fuck up against him desperately in need to be filled by more then just fingers, your body was now fucked to the point of want that fat cock inside you and at this rate you knew you were going to start begging.

“Awwh my little cum whore wants to keep going?” Jungkook mocked a baby voice as he picked back up the vibrator, purposely pumping his fingers slow as your eyes snapped shut at the feeling of being nice and full of his fingers. Cries suddenly escapes you at the vibrator feathering over your clit making your squirm, “Please…!” You legs kept clenching and your clit was hypersensitive so even the slightest touch.

Your hips jerked and squirmed as Jungkook placed the head of the vibrator back against the sweet side of your clit, nearly moaning at how harshly you reacted your walls desperately clenched as pleasure seeped into your clit with every little thrum.

Your hands were trembling and weak having given up against your restraints as you whined weakly at the feeling of three fingers roughly shoving against your g-spot. This man was wrecking your body alive and you had no choice but to take it like the little bitch you had been turned into.

Your eyes were becoming watering and your squeaks breathy and whimpered as your body twitched violently at the slight shift in the vibrator pressing into your gorged bud. It had you spiraling out of control paired with Jungkook’s rough fingers making you cry and yelp, “ah….! Fu-fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Cock! Need cock! Need!” You were kicking and sobbing, fat tears trickling down your face as you moaned rapidly at your body violently cumming, almost too much for you to handle but Jungkook skilled as ever carefully guided you through your orgasm, “That’s it babygirl, that’s it.” He cooed out, your hips following each stroke of his fingers as your body came down from its peak it had hit.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl. What was that about my cock princess?” Jungkook’s smile was cheshire-like as he quirked a brow, just drinking up those big eyes brimmed with tears as you sniffled.

Kicking your legs a little you whined, “I- I need more! Please!” You managed to roll yourself onto your stomach, the chains twisted at the bar now but you had enough room to still be comfortable as you somehow managed to push your knee’s up to support your lower half to display your destroyed pussy.

Your legs were trembling and you admittedly felt pathetic right now, one thrust and this man was probably gonna make you collapse, especially after experiencing that dummy thick fire hydrant once already.

Just the idea had your legs trembling that much more though, you were ready to be destroyed. Your body stiffened at hands cupping both cheeks of your ass, “This is pretty fucking pathetic baby.” Jungkook chuckled, a loud smack rang out as you wiggled your ass a little at the sting of his palm meeting the soft flesh, “You need my cock that fuckin’ bad?”

“Please…!” You whined as you pressed your face against the bed, your pussy felt too empty right now clenching against nothing and you needed this man to rail you until you physically could not stand.

After a moment you let out a surprised squeal at the familiar fat cock smacking against your pussy, “Shittt baby, are you always gonna be this hungry for my dick?” Your face was burning at his whispered words in your ear, you could feel his smirk as you whined, backing against him as he moaned softly, letting his cock coat in your arousal before he lined himself up.

Jungkook wasted no time pushing inside you with ease, even anticipating it you forgot just how thick he was, biting your lip you moaned in relief at finally being filled the way you were craving. Even if you didn’t cum again you just wanted this monster cock to fill you up until you were leaking cum.

Jungkook pushed all the way inside you as he groaned, pushing his hair back as he gathered himself, “How are you feeling baby? How hard do you want me to go?”

You were so impatient you truly couldn’t help yourself when you began fucking yourself on his cock, your lips parting at how much your walls were clenching around his large size that kept sliding inside you with so much ease, “Hard…! Fuck! Fuck me until I’m leaking your cum please sir!”

You nearly screamed a moan at the force you were met with, your legs just as you suspected nearly crumbling like a two week old pack of crackers at the bottom of a purse from the god tier power this man was using to thrust.

His cock was slamming into you, his fat bulbous head continually jamming into your g-spot in a way his fingers couldn’t compare too as you rapidly clenched around him. The sound of his balls slapping on your skins and moans mixed together could beat your hands any day of the week, “You’re such a horny little slut.” Jungkook snapped as he slammed his hand against your ass making you cry out. Your legs violently trembling and aching in pain as he growled, “I made you cum until you're about to pass out and it isn’t enough baby? You still need this fat dick filling you up? You cock hungry little whore.”

Jungkook, keenly noticing how excited you were vocally but your body failing to keep up he quickly eliminated this problem. Grabbing both your thighs you were confused for a brief moment before letting out a loud squeal at the way he picked them both up leaving your upper body in the air and left mercilessly at his force allowing him to thrust into you that much harder.

Your lips fell open at the way he was forcing your hips to bounce on his clock roughly, his fat shaft sliding in and out of your soaked cunt that sucked him back in desperately each time, “Fuck! Fuck…! Ju- sir! Sir! Mmm! Cock! F-fu-fuck.”

You couldn’t even spew a sentence out anymore with your head filled with only thoughts of how he was holding your entire lower body up by your thighs and just kept drilling into your cunt like you were a feather weight. Drool was spilling your lips and you could no longer speak. Only able to make whined and moans now.

“That’s it baby, are you too fucked out on my cock to speak? Hm? Are you turned into a brain dead little cock monster now? My insatiable little cum dumpster.” All of his degradation was just fueling your further and further to the brink of an orgasm that your body was in no shape to handle.

His cock didn’t relent though, contially drilling into you like no tomorrow as he growled, “Fuck! You want me to use this little hole like a cum dump baby? Want me to make it nice and full.” You were filled with excitement all different kinds of whines escaping you making Jungkook’s moan, forcing your hips to bounce on his cock, his shaft rubbing against your g-spot with each stroke causing your body to contort and squirm, the orgasm flooded your body had you sobbing and whining, briefly black filtered your eyes before you opened them to feel hot liquid entering your body as Jungkook moaned, his hips lifting in chase of your cunt that sucked every little drop form him body. His body was floating on a euphoric high he had a difficult time coming down from when your cunt was clenched around him so hard.

He let his head drop a little as his cock began to soften, slowly slipping out of you before he set down your thighs, tucking himself back into his sweatpants Jungkook leaned over to grab the key off the nightstand he moved up a little more to undo your bonds and a small smile threatened to break on his lips at the sight of your completely fucked out face.

Your thighs were harshly trembling and you could hardly formulate a sentence let alone a single word, Jungkook whistled as he laughed, a hand tenderly rubbing into your hair, “You are so fucked out sweetheart.” He leaned down pressing a kiss against your forehead, “Let me go get a cloth and a towel to clean you up with okay baby? How does a nice hot bath sound.”

“I’m- I’m not completely useless…” you somehow spewed out an objectification making him laugh, “I- I can…” you grabbed the toy before slowly wobbling out of the bed.

“Woah woah woah.” Jungkook scrambled out of bed after you, your legs wobbling and you immediately knew there was no way you could possibly stand. Jungkook quickly scooped you up as he looked down at you bewildered, “I just rearranged all your intestines, you seriously think you could walk after that let alone stand.”

You pressed your face into his shoulder letting out a muffled giggle, embracing the skin ship that was much needed, “Yeah I just have this massive chicken brain that needs proof that it was good enough.”

“Good enough…?” Jungkook scrunched his face not understanding.

“Yeah it’s like my head needs proof that my body actually got destroyed.” You giggled against at Jungkook’s expression that was so obviously at a loss of what to say, having obviously never heard that before.

“...and was it proved…?” He quirked a brow.

“Clearly.” You looked at him before his arms that had you scooped against him causing you both to laugh once more as he placed you back on the bed were you nearly crumpled up immediately.

“Then stay there for real, I don’t wanna come back to seeing you sprawled out all over the floor because you needed hardcore proof.” You waved him off before shouting for him to bring water.

When Jungkook came back shortly after he snorted at the sight of you having made yourself comfortable on his bed, not only that but wearing his sweatshirt as well, “I turned off the camera by the way. My throat is so dry! Gimme.” You raised your arms as you grabbed the bottle from him as you opened it, closing your eyes as the cool liquid slid down your throat as Jungkook sat between your legs as you felt the urge to smile.

“...Did you get cum all over my bed?” Jungkook’s eyes darted around his comforter suspiciously as you shrugged, making him eye you suspiciously.

“Please- I feel like I’m a fucking gyno appointment right now, do I need to clean myself now too?” You whined kicking your legs a little, your pussy was literally right out in the open and this man could only focus on why you weren’t leaking?

Jungkook reluctantly began cleaning what left over cum remained in your thighs as he asked, “Did you stand up again?”

“I didn’t!” You protested, lips parted in offense that he really thought you’d pull another chicken brain moment. Jungkook only rolled his eyes, a smile threatening to tug on his lips as he stood back up, tossing the rag into his laundry hamper before walking over to his dresser. Putting the bottle of water on the nightstand you briefly admired Jungkook’s physique, his waist narrow compared to his broad shoulders and muscles sculpting his back….you knew he was kind of a gym rat but given he was always in such billowing clothes you never realized how defined he was.

If you were gonna make porn for the next two years you were glad you at least had a hot partner to do it with. Jungkook pulled the large shirt over his head.

You popped up into your forearms when he began disassembling the camera equipment making you pout, “Hey! What happened to my aftercare and bath I was promised?”

“God you are such a pillow princess after sex, I never would’ve thought.” Jungkook crawled up onto the bed before collapsing on top of you, making you laugh as you closed your eyes, “You know I did all the work this time.”

“Voluntarily might I add-“ you pointed as Jungkook rolled off you only for you to attach yourself back against him, “Also I didn’t realize you were THAT fit like seriously, you fucked my entire lower body up in the air. It really was a porno moment.” You snorted at the sight of Jungkook’s ears turning red and his cheeks looking a little pink at the compliment.

He shrugged a little, unable to say anything or more like he was just too shy to. Regardless he pulled out his laptop and lap stand already excited to edit the video despite just creating it. Yawning you crawled on top of him, collapsing against his chest as you closed your eyes, really wanting that bath but also incredibly tired.

Jungkook had straight away begun editing through the clips, watching them back over before his mind began to wander...Sliding through the time stamps Jungkook let it go at the end of the clip, watching you wobble as you stood on your knees on the bed. He furrowed his brows in confusion though a little amused at the way your legs wobbled up to the camera. Oh you must’ve been going to…

He mouth parted at watching you take the camera off the tripod, aiming it at your legs before spreading them to show off the white sticky substance leaking from your cunt before your fingers scooped it up, pulling the camera up to your neck and only your mouth was visible showing off the cheeky smile you had as you plopped your fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean before popping them out of your mouth before the screen went black.

Jungkook was partially speechless and admittedly a little hard, it was tempting to not ask if you genuinely didn’t have any experience in sex work. Jungkook twisted to look down at you, deciding to interrogate only for his expression to fall at the sight of you slumped on top of him, your eyes shut and he felt a little bad at how much you wanted aftercare.

Pushing a strand of hair from your face he made a mental note to make up for it in the morning. Going back to editing he placed one hand in your head as he tenderly stroked your scalp. This would be posted in no time.

You loved aftercare, you always craved it after a nice round of rough sex even if it was a one night stand. It was just payment for letting a man spit in your face and call you a whore- quite literally. Jungkook, wasn’t the greatest aftercare but hey, he was making it up this morning. He had gotten you a bath drawn first thing in the morning, massaged your back, gave little kisses all over your skin. You were in heaven.

“Is this making up for me being a horrible partner last night,” You were laid out, sleepily with your eyes closed as Jungkook tenderly worked his palms back on your shoulder blades, “I saw what you did by the way. Not impressed.”

You tucked your tongue into your cheek as you smiled playfully, looking up at him over your shoulder, his head shaking as you giggled, “I thought it was a great touch to end the video. And yes, this makes up for it but I’ll only let it slide once, I’m a big aftercare slut which means you put me first before our videos. No exceptions.”

“Even if we’re desperate for money and need a video up quickly?” Jungkook raised his brows, obviously amused at your dim expression, a wad of the blanket was set for your chin to rest on as your lips jutted a little.

“No exceptions. Especially after a session like that!” You whined, admittedly you didn’t care that much, it was late at night and you were passed out anyways but still, you needed to make that clear if this continued in the future, you liked being held and told a lot of praise. It was the only way you didn’t feel gross after sex.

“Fine fine! I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you were such a needy baby,” You squirmed at Jungkook pinching your waist making you jump, “What? I thought you were enjoying yourself.”

“No! No! No!” You screeched at his fingers relentlessly prodding your sides as you squirmed up, pulling the sweatshirt down as you glared at him, “Get off of me!” You whined pushing him away, “I’m fine! I’m great! No need for anymore.” You rubbed your sides with another pout.

Jungkook snorted as he leaned back on his hands, “That’s what I thought.” Leaning over he grabbed his laptop off the nightstand, crawling over you collapsed against his side as he typed in the password for your account.

You didn’t expect much truthfully until your eyes lit up at the 10+ notifications you had, “Looks like our luck is up this time!” You bounced in excitement as Jungkook clicked on it only for yours lips to drop.

33,623 Views

“No way!” Your jaw dropped as you scrambled for your phone, Jungkook just as shocked as you as he scrolled down through the notifications of people commenting and sharing the video. There was no coming back from this at all. You couldn’t help but feel daunted at the greasy comments people left.

Your brows shooting up as you logged into your joint account, “How much did we make?” Jungkook asked, his lips parted as he clicked through the account attempting to find the salary you both had made.

“We...definitely covered the cost of our rent.” You could hardly even speak as Jungkook leaned over your shoulder to peer at your screen, over six thousand dollars in the account at the moment, you could do a lot with that kind of money…

Jungkook could hardly believe it himself as he leaned back on his hands, letting out a breath before running a hand through his hair, “Holy shit.”

It was silent between you both, still staring in disbelief at the money piled in your bank account before you looked at him, “We’re totally eating out tonight, at one of those bougie ass restaurants. My pussy earned it.”

Jungkook let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head as he gave you a smile, “Fair, not too fancy though, they’ll think we robbed a bank.” You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling relieved as you collapsed against the bed. You could totally do this, and when it was all said and done. You could just delete your account and it’d all be over

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