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It's All Greek to Me; a one shot.

🕮 PAIRING: collegetutor!jimin x partygirl!reader 🕮 GENRE: College AU, smut 🕮 WORD COUNT: 4.8k 🕮 WARNINGS: Smut, Smut, Smut 🕮 SUMMARY: After failing your college classes, you need a tutor. But if tutor, why so damn hot? 🕮 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was originally going to be a full-length fanfic, but I decided to make it a short one. I still may expand on it. Let me know what you guys think. Also, my bestie gave me the idea when she said, "Jimin look like he likes ass." LMAO.

Despite your hatred for hangovers, you always ended up with one.

Today was no exception. As the resident party girl at Loren University, there was no way you would ever miss a weekend rager, but as your alarm clock went off for the fifth time that morning, you began cursing at yourself. Maybe going to a party on a Sunday night wasn’t a good idea.

Scheduling a tutoring session at eight in the morning was an even worse idea.

You had many strong suits, but English wasn’t one of them. It was the one subject you had struggled with since you were in high school. Analyzing the words of dead white men from centuries ago was just about as much fun as watching paint dry. Numbers were much more your thing. They were easy and in the words of Cady Heron, ‘Math was the same in every language.’

But you needed to pass. It’s not as if you were here on your parents’ dime like the other kids. You were a scholarship kid and if your grades slipped, so did you. Out the doors and on your ass. So, when you got your last paper back with a big fat ‘D’ written on it, you knew it was time to take action. And that meant getting a tutor.

You just happened to forget that today, on this bright and early morning, with a pounding headache and dry mouth, you were supposed to be meeting him.

Again, you ask, who the fuck schedules a tutoring session at eight in the morning?

With a groan, you grab your phone, hoping to hit the ‘snooze’ button on your alarm one more time before you really had to get up but when your eyes read the time you realize that it’s damn near eight-thirty. How many times have you hit the snooze button? You wonder but realize you’re only wasting more time. Without a second thought, you hop out of bed and into the bathroom, brushing your teeth and running a comb through your curly hair. Your make-up is smudged, and you still have on the shimmering dress from last night but there’s nothing you can do about it now. You grab a hoodie off your desk chair and hightail it to the school’s library.

Inside study room 007, you find a very annoyed, albeit very handsome senior waiting at the table. Laid out in front of him are a stack of books, notebooks, and flash cards. Pens and pencils are lined up neatly in a row. He all but glares at you as enter. Before you can speak, he glances at his watch and then looks back at you. “You’re late.”

“I know,” you say, out of breath. “I got caught up …” you scramble, trying to think of a lie instead of admitting you had spent the night throwing ass to Megan thee Stallion and Cardi B but your folder of excuses in the very back of your brain shows up empty. That might be for the best, you realize as you look over your tutor.

“Partying?” He finishes the sentence for you. His eyes rake over you in judgment. “Maybe that’s why you’re failing English.”

Now wait a damn minute. You scoff, crossing your arms. Your brain is foggy, you desperately need a glass of water – and, not to mention, your skin feels beyond icky. The last thing you can do right now is come up with a proper comeback so the only thing you manage to utter is, “Or maybe English is just hard.”

“You speak it every day, how hard could it be?”

“Whatever,” you say, sitting down across from him. “Can we just … start?”

Jimin checks his watch again. “We might as well. We’ve got thirty minutes left. Let’s make the most of it.”

“I thought I had you for an hour.”

“Yes, and you were late so that hour has turned into thirty minutes. I’ve got things to do, Ms. L/N. I can’t wait around for you all day,” he replies, picking up a black ballpoint pen. “Let’s get started.”

“I’d much prefer it if you called me, Y/N,” you say, leaning back in your chair. “And you’re Jimin, correct?”

He nods curtly. “Alright, Ms. L/N, your form said you have an upcoming paper that focuses on the themes from Nella Larsen’s Passing. What part of the story are you at?”

You roll your eyes but choose not to correct him about your name and instead just answer his question. “I’m not on any part.”

His eyes brighten. “You mean you’ve already finished? Well, great, let’s jump right into discussion –”

“No,” you cut him off. “I’m not on any part because I haven’t started the book.”

Jimin looks at you as if you grew another head. “Your essay for the book is due next week. The book is less than two hundred pages. What do you mean you haven’t started yet?”

You shrug. “I figured since it’s such a short book I could probably finish it and write the essay in the same day.”

“And what day were you planning on doing that since our study session is right now?”

That day was last night but as you both knew you had gotten caught up with … other things. “I guess I figured we’d start the book together and I’d just get the essay done next week.”

Jimin sighs. “Ms. L/N, whatever you manage to vomit onto paper will not bring your grade up in the slightest if you follow your method. I guarantee that.”

You find yourself rolling your eyes – again. “That’s what you’re here for. You’re my tutor so tutor me in the right direction.” Jimin studies you for a moment and then he begins carefully putting his things away into his messenger bag. “Wait. What are you doing?”

“Ms. L/N, you can reach out to me once you’ve read the book but until then, we have nothing to discuss. I only meet with students who are serious about their education,” he places his bag over his shoulder and nods toward you. “Have a good day.”

“Um, hello! You can’t just leave,” you say, getting out of your chair.

“I can and I am,” Jimin replies, and with that, he walks out of the study room. You begin to follow him but decide against it. What good would that do? He was rude and had judged you from the moment you walked in the door. You didn’t need a tutor like that.

You decided you were going to go to the campus café, buy a large coffee, and then go home to take a much-needed shower.

. . . .

“He was a jerk,” you tell your best friend, Winter, taking a long sip of your mango-pineapple smoothie. “He left right in the middle of our session.”

Every Tuesday was the same. A morning class and then a lunch date with your bestie, Winter, at your favorite smoothie place about twenty minutes away from campus.

She shakes her head but not at him. “Y/N, I love you, but you were late. You didn’t read the material, and you had the nerve to have an attitude. I would have walked out on you too.”

Harsh but it was the truth. You weren’t quite ready to admit that you were somewhat at fault too. “Okay, but I’m saying, he didn’t have to be rude about it though.”

“What’d he look like?”

“He would be fine as hell if he wasn’t so rude,” you answer honestly.

She shakes her head, amused. “What did you end up getting on your essay anyway?”

After the last encounter with Jimin, you decided you’d find another tutor, but in the meantime, you were going to stick with your tried and true. You did exactly what you had told Jimin you would do. You read most of the book in one evening and managed to type up a paper in the same night, confident that you had aced it. But when you looked online, checking your grade, you realized Jimin had been right. Regardless, you weren’t going back to him.

You sigh. “Does it matter?”

“Yes,” Winter replies. “Because if Jimin is right, then I think you should give him a call.”

“Jimin Parker?”

You and Winter look up to see Jennie Kim hovering above you. Her freshly dyed blonde hair cascaded in waves down her slender face. You may have been the resident party girl, but Jen was the resident party queen.

“Hey Jen,” you say, motioning for her to take a seat. “Yeah, Jimin Parker. You know him?”

She sits between you and Winter. “You mean that gorgeous senior? Ugh, I had him as a tutor last semester.”

“How’d he do?” Winter says, giving you a knowing look.

You lean forward. Jennie was known for many things but having good grades was not one of them. In fact, you wondered how she managed to make it this far without being kicked out. But, if Jimin could manage to get her grades up, then he truly was a miracle worker.

“Amazing,” Jen gushes. “I got an A on my last three papers. I wanted him again this semester but apparently, he’s all booked up.”

You groan as Winter gives you another look. You pull your cell phone out of your pocket and dial Jimin. “Hello?” You reply as he answers. “Hi, yeah, Jimin, it’s Y/N. I was wondering if we could set up a session …”

…

For his sake (and mostly yours) you schedule an afternoon session and this time, you show up prepared. When he arrives, he’s shocked to see you already in the study room.

“Good afternoon,” he says, rounding the table to sit across from you. You get a whiff of his cedarwood cologne. “I see you’re on time.”

“I’m early,” you correct him. “You’re on time.”

“That I am,” he says, taking a seat. You watch him closely as he carefully takes out various pens and pencils, notebooks, and flashcards. He really is handsome, you think, even if he is an ass. “I see we’re studying Oedipus Rex by Sophocles?”

You nod your head. “I read it. I don’t understand it.”

“What exactly don’t you understand?”

“Not a single word in that book. They might as well be speaking Greek.”

He sighs. “Well, it is a Greek book.”

“Clearly,” you reply. “So where do we start?”

“I guess at the beginning.”

. . . .

Things were going smoothly. You found yourself actually understanding the material and surprisingly, enjoying it. But you also found yourself getting lost in Jimin at times. The more time you spent with him, the more you developed a crush. Your mind would wander as your eyes looked over him. You wondered how soft his full lips were. You wondered what his eyes looked like in moments of passion. You wondered how good it would feel to be wrapped up in his strong arms.

Your eyes were on his arms when he called your name. “Huh?”

“I asked did you want to go over the scene between Antigone and Polynices again?”

You shake your head. “No, I think I understand. Antigone wants him to call off the war, but Polynices’ pride won’t let him.”

“Correct,” Jimin replies with a smile.

Fuck, you think. Jimin had a smile that would make anyone melt. “Jimin,” you begin and mentally kick yourself for what you’re about to ask but you’ve started so you might as well finish. You put on your best flirtatious smile. “What do I get if I ace my next paper?”

He seems to know what you’re hinting at. “You get an A and the satisfaction of knowing your hard work paid off.”

Well, if that wasn’t a blaring rejection, you don’t know what is. “Do you have a girlfriend?” You blurt it out before your brain can even process whether the question was appropriate or not.

He blinks, slightly taken aback. “Yes, yes, I do. Why?”

You shrug, trying to be as nonchalant as possible even though you feel as if you’ve just gotten stung by a million honeybees. “No reason. You just seem so into your academics; I didn’t think you had time for that kind of stuff.”

“Well, a human being still needs a social life to thrive,” he replies coolly. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

You nod. “Yes, and his name is Jose Cuervo.”

He laughs. “I’m sure you have a line of men knocking on your door.”

“Nobody I want though,” you say, mostly to yourself.

. . . .

If crushing on him wasn’t enough, now you were dreaming about him. A week of erotic dreams plagued you. They felt so real. You could smell his signature cologne as he pushed in and out of you, your legs on his shoulders and his arms wrapped around your thick thighs. Each dream ended the same though, just as he was about to finish, your alarm would wake you up and you would spend a good five minutes finishing yourself off before getting ready for the day.

Instead of a study room at the library, Jimin asked you to meet him at his apartment for the study session. He mentioned something about time constraints, appointments, and being unable to book a study room but your brain had been stuck on, “Wanna meet me at my apartment? We can have a quick recap sesh before I have to run out?” He could barely finish his question before you agreed to it.

So, sue you for being curious.

It’s not like anything will happen, you thought as you parked, he has a girlfriend. You arrived twenty minutes early. Your excitement had gotten the best of you and you knew how much Jimin liked it when you were on time. When you knocked on the door, a man almost as handsome as Jimin answered.

“You must be Y/N?” he asked, sticking out his hand. “I’m Taehyung.”

You nodded, the thought of becoming a Wattpad heroine and having two incredibly attractive men fight over you danced around in your head. You shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Taehyung.”

As he let you in, he explained he had somewhere to be, but that Jimin was in his room and to head right in. You gave the door a light knock but didn’t receive an answer. The door was slightly ajar, giving you the smallest view of a very neat bedroom. You spotted Jimin at his desk, looking at something on his large computer monitor. It looked familiar. Your curiosity ate at you, forcing your hand to ever-so-gently open the door further. This time you could see what Jimin was looking at clearly.

It was you. It was your Instagram feed. He was scrolling through your pictures, pausing at every photo that was a bit risqué.

“Fuck, Y/N …”

That was your name. Leaving his lips. In a moan. Your heart fluttered with excitement. But wait, was he …

As you tilt your head to get a better view, you can see the tip of his elbow on the armrest, bobbing up and down. And up and down. And up and down.

Oh, he definitely was.

You slap a hand over your mouth and tiptoe back to the living room. A few minutes later, you hear a shower turn on and ten minutes after that, you see Jimin emerge in a navy blue V-neck and a pair of grey sweatpants.

“Hey,” Jimin looks at you with a face full of guilt. You can’t help but smile. “How long have you been waiting?”

“I just got here a few minutes ago,” you lie, looking up from your phone that you were pretending to be engrossed in. “I haven’t been waiting long.”

“Good, good,” he says. “Let’s go to the kitchen. The lighting is better in there.”

. . . .

After three weeks of hard work and several study sessions, you submit your paper with all the confidence of Scott Disick. Winter, the best friend that she is, decided that this was the best time to reward your good behavior with a couple of jello shots at your favorite bar. You gobble up the first two and then decide to sip on a blue Long Island iced tea. That’s when you spot him. Sitting in a corner, next to his roommate and another man with tattoos up and down his arms. Instead of his usual tweed blazer and grey slacks, his outfit looks more modern, more casual. A white graphic tee hugs his toned body, and you can’t help but eye his biceps. His cheeks are slightly red, his eyes are glossy and he’s laughing harder than you’ve ever seen him laugh. He looks delicious but you turn around and decide to order another shot from the bar.

You spot Winter getting her mack on with a fellow classmate, Karina, and it’s then you realize that you’re probably going to be alone for the rest of the night. Just as you begin to grab your wallet to pay your tab, a familiar figure approaches you.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he’s wearing a smile you’ve never seen before, and it makes your insides flutter.

“I could say the same thing,” you reply. “I never thought I’d see Jimin Park in a bar.”

“I don’t spend all my time in the library,” Jimin says.

“Could have fooled me,” you tease, taking a sip of your drink. “What brings you out among people?”

He orders a whiskey sour before turning to you. “I, Y/N L/N, am finally a single man. My girlfriend of two years has decided that she no longer wants me.”

He’s smiling but you can see sadness behind his glossy eyes. “I’m sorry,” you say earnestly. “Her loss.”

“Oh definitely,” he says with a slight slur. “You want to know the real reason she broke up with me?”

You shrug. “Lay it on me.”

He leans in close, so close his body is pressed up against yours. He angles his lips to your ear and whispers, “I was too much for her.”

“Oh …”

“Yeah,” his words spill out in a rush, his eyes darkening as they take you in. They pause at your mini-skirt before crawling up your body slowly. You suddenly feel exposed, as if he just completely undressed you, but it would be a lie to say you didn’t love it. His voice lowers to a sultry whisper, “You don’t seem like that though.”

“Seem like that?”

“Like I’d be too much for you.”

“In what way?” You ask, genuinely curious.

He leans toward you, his lips brushing past your ear, forcing every hair on the back of your neck to stand up. “Sexual. You look like a good girl who knows how to take a pounding.”

A million thoughts ran through your head as Jimin broke out into a sardonic laugh. You were called back to that time you caught him masturbating to your pictures. You began to wonder if the prim and proper Jimin was just a façade to hide the sexual deviant he really was. His eyes look over you in a way they never have, and you swore they were clouded with lust. He licks his full lips, and you want nothing more than to kiss them, but you don’t. Instead, you take a step back and laugh, motioning to his roommate. Jimin was drunk and even though it looked like he wanted to bend you over the bar and give it to you, you knew better than to take advantage of a drunk man.

….

A week later, when you enter the study room, the moment you and Jimin exchange glances, you feel awkward. He looks embarrassed as he gestures for you to sit down.

“We need to talk,” he says. “I want to apologize about the other night at the bar.”

“It’s okay, I barely even gave it a second thought,” you lie. You had thought about that moment ever since it happened.

“No, it was inappropriate, and I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.”

“Jimin, you were drunk, it’s fine. Besides, it was nice to see a different side to you,” you reassured him with a smile.

“That’s not a side that I would like to be representative of who I am,” Jimin admits. “I don’t want to be known as the guy who makes people uncomfortable.”

You laugh. “Believe me, I was the farthest thing from uncomfortable.”

He locks eyes with you for a moment before clearing his throat and motioning toward your phone. “Have you checked your grades yet?”

You gasp, suddenly remembering the paper you had submitted a week earlier. You quickly bring up your most recent webpage, searching for the most recent grade listing. As your eyes glance over your paper and the notes, you realize that Jimin lived up to his reputation. You get up, shoving the phone in his face, squealing.

His eyes brighten, and he gets up as well. “You got an A!”

Without thinking, you throw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Jimin, to your surprise, doesn’t push away. Instead, he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist. You take the moment to breathe in his intoxicating scent. The both of you remain intertwined far longer than you both know is appropriate but for some reason, neither one of you makes the move to let go.

Finally, Jimin relents first. He stares you in the face and says quietly, “I knew you could do it.”

You let out a small laugh. “I couldn’t do it without you. Thank you, Jimin”

“As a reward, we can end the session ten minutes early today,” Jimin replies and sits back down.

You find yourself shaking your head. “Can I request a different reward?”

Jimin looks up at you and nods. You look around the small study space. The room you chose was in the back, the library was relatively empty today and the small window the room provided was on the door and could easily be covered up the shade provided. You mentally prepare yourself for what you’re about to say next. Things could go downhill, fast, depending on his reaction. Still, you steady yourself, look Jimin in the eyes and say, “I want a kiss.”

“What?”

“A kiss,” you repeat confidently. “I want you to kiss me as a reward.”

“I can’t kiss you,” he replies back, taking study materials out of his messenger bag. “That would be highly ina –”

“Jimin, if you don’t want to kiss me, just say so but don’t use the tutor-student relationship as a reason.”

He sighs. “I …” You watch as he struggles to find the right words.

“You were right about me,” you say, giving him a flirtatious smirk. “At the bar. I can take a good pounding.”

His face turns a beet-red, but he quickly recovers. He stands, walking to stand in front of you. “Just one kiss?”

“One kiss,” you repeat.

He leans in and places a soft kiss on your lips, lingering for only a few seconds before breaking the kiss. “That good?”

You shake your head. “I hardly think that’s worth all the work I put in.”

He smiles, genuinely amused, and says, “Really?”

You nod. “Maybe if it was longer …”

Jimin sighs. “Y/N, if it’s longer, you know what that will lead to …”

“Then let it lead to that,” you challenge, you push. “I don’t know why you have to act so anal-retentive all the time. Not everything has to be perfect. Just k—”

He cuts you off with a deeper kiss. It’s slow and sensual. His hands wrap around your waist, one of them running down the curve of your ass as he palms it slowly, indulging in the fleshy softness. You can feel his dick hardening on your thigh as he slips a tongue into your mouth.

Jimin is using both hands to palm your ass now, his dick grinding into you and a low, deep, moan leaves his mouth forcing an electric sensation to shoot down your spine and vibrate in your core.

“You sure you want this?” he asks through a searing kiss.

“Yes,” you think you say but you’re not sure. Your head is spinning that this is actually happening.

He responds by lifting your pleated skirt and smacking your ass, the sound echoing throughout the room. Fingertips dance between your ass crack, and he uses a knee to part your legs slightly further. You break the kiss, throwing your head back as you feel Jimin’s fingertips slowly rub your pussy from the back. He slips a finger into your underwear, running it up and down your slit.

“How long have you wanted this?” He asks, nipping at your neck. “You’re already so fucking wet.” You try to answer but all that comes out is a moan as he slips another finger inside. “Shh,” he tells you. “You want the whole library to hear you?”

He gives you a bit of a reprieve when his hands slip away. You watch as he pulls out one of the chairs and sits, beckoning for you to stand in front of him. Your skirt is still at your waist, so he pulls your underwear down before pulling you close. You feel his large hands grope your ass again, peppering kisses up and down your hips. Another smack echoes through the room before he uses a hand to caress clit. You move your hips in response, holding on to the table for balance.

He pauses. “Turn around and bend over.” He doesn’t have to ask you twice. You obey, and not a second later, you feel him placing one of your legs up on the study table. “Arch that back, baby.” Your ass juts out just a little more as you follow his directions. A moment later you feel a cool, wet, sensation going up and down the slit of your core. It’s slow at first, as if he’s taking the time to let the taste of you marinate on his tongue but he quickly picks up his pace. The tip of his tongue flickering over your clit. Meanwhile, you can feel his thumb, massaging your anus.

Jimin was an ass man, and he was making that very clear.

Both hands were gripping your ass now as he guided your pussy over his tongue. You work your hips in tandem, stifling a loud moan as your world begins to go white.

But he wasn’t done with you yet.

He moves his tongue from your pussy up to your anus, and you jerk, having never quite felt something like this before. You can hear an amused laugh leave Jimin’s throat as he begins to massage your ass with his tongue. His fingers working your pussy, begging for another orgasm. You oblige, your wetness dripping all over his fingertips.

“Don’t move,” he demands. You can hear his belt unbuckling, followed by the tips of his dick moving up and down your incredibly wet slit. He slides it in with the patience of a saint, excruciatingly slow, forcing whimpers out of you, begging him to go faster. “You sure you want it faster?”

“Please,” you moan.

“Please, what?”

“Please, Jimin,” you manage to utter out.

He gives you your wish and begins to pound you like he said he would. His pace quickens and you can feel every inch of him inside of you. Your pussy wraps around him which causes him to smack your ass, and a deep moan leaves his lips.

You realize he can’t have all the fun though and you begin to throw it back on him, your ass bouncing against him, and he lets you. You can hear your wetness as you begin to drain his dick. You can hear his low grunts of satisfaction as you pick up your pace and when you look back, you can see his dark eyes looking at you in a way you never wanted to stop. “Good fucking girl,” he whispers in a low voice.

You make eye contact which forces him to grip your hips and pound into you harder, faster (stronger). “One more time baby,” he says to you, maintaining eye contact. “Cum on this dick.” You had already been close, and his words only sent you over the edge further than you had ever gone. You close your eyes, your body shaking in pleasure as you have your third orgasm on his dick.

He follows suit, his cum shooting deep inside of you. You feel his body on top of yours as you both try to catch your breath.

“Was that worth all your hard work?’ He asks.

“I think I’ll have to get A’s for the rest of the year,” you reply.

“The rest of your life.”

#bts fic #bts x reader #bts x black reader #jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin x y/n #smut #bts smut #bts x reader fic #jimin x black reader

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nevvdrinksteaa · 5 months

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favors pt. i

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i think that this sounded better in my head, but i went ahead and wrote it anyways because i really couldn’t stop thinking about it. also kinda leaned into the horny vibe i was feeling, i’ve never written smut but i’ve read a lot and i think i could do it lmao

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pairing: mike schmidt x reader

prompt: idea from sweet child o’ mine @macfrog (it’s amazing i suggest you read it)

you’re abby’s babysitter and mike can’t pay you just quite yet and he asks if he can do anything for you in return and you mention that you need a date to your brother’s wedding.

warnings: uhmm fluff, angst, suggestive content, i think that’s it, let me know if i missed something!

word count: 1.7k

PART TWO HERE

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Waking up from your uncomfortable position on the couch, you heard the rain pattering on the window. The cold air suddenly swarming your body as you woke from your slumber. You reach over and tap your phone on the coffee table, watching the screen light up and checking the time. 5:48 AM Mike should be home in about 30 minutes. You reluctantly decided to slowly remove the blanket, standing up and reaching your hands in the air, stretching your stiff body as much as humanly possible.

You decided to help Mike and start cleaning up the mess you and Abby made from your activities. You start picking up the crayons, markers, and pencils and place them in the pink basket you picked out for Abby hours before coming over, smiling at how she colored in the paper hearts that were stuck to the sides, picking up the loose paper and sticking it in a neat pile on the desk on the dining table for Abby to use when she wakes up. You walk directly towards the hallway, taking clothes from the hamper and starting a load of laundry. Softly chuckling to yourself about how manly the laundry detergent Mike picked out smelled, you filled up the cap with the green goop and threw it in the washer.

Mike walked through the door as you were finishing up the dishes, drying off the big bowls you and Abby used to make brownies. He kicked his shoes off by the door and placed his keys on the little hook above the light switch. He looked at you for a few moments, taking in how cute you looked dancing to the soft music that came from your phone, how pretty your hair looked slightly knotted from your nap on the couch, the shorts you were wearing creeping up your legs with every step you take.

Mike loved watching you, in the least creepy way possible. He adored everything about you, taking the little extra time he had to notice things he never had any interest in noticing in anyone else before. You were so different and he was so infatuated, interested in getting to know you, getting to know your interests, getting to know your body. He thought about you constantly, something about you made him feel like a teenage boy. He was deep in thought when you turned around, yelping when you noticed him staring at you.

“You want to take a picture? Some people say they last longer” you say smirking, crossing your arms at the brown-eyed boy.

He chuckled softly at your flirtatious comment, a light pink dusting spreading across his tired face, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. You were listening to music and didn’t hear me come in.”

“It’s okay, I was just finishing up some dishes, I didn’t think it would’ve been fair to leave you with the brownie mess” His ears perked up with excitement “You made brownies?”

He faked surprise, ‘Of course, you made brownies’. You were always doing extra things, it was his favorite thing about you, always doing the most and expecting nothing in return.

You grabbed a brownie for yourself before sliding the plate over to the pretty boy. You stayed leaning against the island, smirking to yourself when you saw Mike's eyes dart to your chest.

“Abby and I made them, she said that she wanted to surprise you when you got off work”

“I swear that kid is only nice to me when you’re here,” he said, partially to you and partially to himself.

Rolling your eyes “You know that isn’t true, she adores you”

“I would strongly disagree, She told me I was the ‘dumbest person ever’ when I told her she needed to eat more than just spaghetti and pizza”

“To her defense, she ate brownies today, that's more than spaghetti and pizza”

“I cannot believe you would rather agree with a 10 year old than me” He put a hand over his heart, sighing heavily to show he was hurt by your words. “I always knew you liked Abby more than me.”

You looked at him, eyes wide at his comment. “Sorry, I thought it was clear that I liked her more than you” you paused, for dramatic effect “I never tried to keep it a secret.”

He laughs grabbing a second brownie, and moving away from the kitchen island toward the couch. “You coming?”

“I could be” you winked, smirking at him. He shook his head, thinking of all of the ways and positions he really could make you cum.

You start to follow him, scolding yourself for flirting with him, staying behind for a few seconds to click the lid back on the Tupperware container.

You walk around to the left side of the couch, opposite to where Mike was sitting. After your comment, you got nervous, thinking you pushed it too far. You started noticing the quietness that suddenly arose and not knowing what to say to make things less awkward.

Mike was the first to break the silence, “How was she today?”

“She was good, I was able to pull her away from her drawings long enough to watch a movie. We watched Coco and the end made her cry, then she called me a monster for making her watch it and walked right back to the bedroom to color” You giggle at the memory of the evening you had with the younger sibling.

“Sounds like Abby” Mike sighed “At least she’s warming up to you enough to sit and watch a movie with you, I can’t remember the last time we sat down for a movie”

You grabbed his hand, noticing the sadness that started to form on his face. “You know she loves you, she talks about you constantly, you’re front and center of every one of her drawings. You’re her favorite person”

He smiled softly at your kind words, grateful to have you there to comfort him. “Thank you”

“Of course, that’s what I'm here for”

“Technically you're here because you babysit my sister, but it does make me feel good to think that you’re here only for me”

“Yeah yeah Schmidt, keep telling yourself that”

“Speaking of” Mike trailed off, “It’s going to be just a little bit longer before I can pay you, the new job doesn’t offer insurance so I have to pay for everything out of pocket and Abby was just sick-” You cut him off

“Mike you know I’m not worried about it” he sighed and you could tell by the look on his face that he was still bothered by not being able to pay her.

It had been three weeks since you started babysitting for Mike, coming early to help him make dinner before he leaves for work and staying late to get Abby dressed and feeding her before driving her to school so Mike could get more than an hour of sleep.

You enjoyed helping Mike and loved taking care of Abby, you were the oldest child in your family, so you were used to caring for people.

Mike hated it, it made him feel so guilty. He felt like he was taking advantage of your kindness, promising you every day that it would be only a little bit longer before he could pay you.

“You know, if you feel bad you could just repay me with a favor”

Mike perked up. His mind was filling with ideas of what could fall out of your pretty little lips. He would do anything you asked him to, make you dinner, give you a massage, eat you out for hours and hours. ‘God, why was he suddenly so horny?’

“What kind of favor are you thinking?” slightly squeezing his hand that was placed across your soft thighs. As soon as the words came out of his mouth he felt like a cheap whore, suddenly nervous that he was coming onto you so strong and you wouldn’t reciprocate.

“As tempting as this favor is,” you say placing a hand on his chest “I was thinking something else”

He was suddenly so embarrassed. He quickly pulled his hand away, placing it in his lap, and looking away from your beautiful face. You felt bad seeing a pitiful look on his face, hurting Mike’s feelings was the last thing you wanted to do.

“My brother is getting married in two weeks and I need a date.” He was ecstatic, pushing his horny feelings aside, he could picture it in his head; you two hand in hand, his tie matching your dress, sharing a kiss after your first slow dance-

“My boyfriend has a work conference and he has to be at” You have a boyfriend? “and my family is so annoying if I know if I come without a date, all they would do is tell me that I’m wasting my life away and I’m going to forever be so lonely and-” You have a boyfriend? How could he not know that?

“Mike, are you listening to me? If you’re uncomfortable pretending to be my boyfriend then I could always ask someone else”

“I’ll do it” Against his better judgment, he agrees, hoping that something could come out of it

“Really? Oh my god, thank you so much!” You lean over and hug him “You’re really saving my ass”

“Anything to help” he laughs, trying to make it seem like you didn’t just stab him in the chest with a casual mention of your boyfriend.

Suddenly, your alarm goes off and you pull away from the hug. Mike felt cold at the loss of contact.

“It’s 7:30, you should get to bed” you state standing up from your spot on the couch “I’ll get Abby ready from school so you can catch up on some sleep, I’ll text you the details of the wedding after I drop her off”

Mike watched as you walked away, feeling like he just got punched in the gut. You didn’t feel the way he did and god that was embarrassing. He never had time to even think about a relationship and the first time in a long time he does, the girl in question has a boyfriend.

Mike let out a deep sigh and got up, heading towards his bedroom ready to close his eyes and forget about the miserable conversation. As he walks past Abby’s room he notices you crouched beside her bed, softly shaking her awake.

Fake boyfriend or not, at least he knows he won’t be pretending about his feelings for you to your family.

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #five nights at freddy's #josh hutcherson #nev writes

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luvyeni · 1 year

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Hey! New to your blog but it looks wonderful and your work is addictive. Can I request a Taehyun smut where he’s a hard dom and calls you a stupid slut, dumb whore, etc. I just love the idea of Taehyun being turned on by fucking his less intelligent partner (since he’s a savant lmao) and degrading them while he absolutely ruins the reader. Like if he were to mock them and ask “you probably don’t even know what xyz is huh?” Thank you so much!

STUDY; KANG TAEHYUN

pairings. meandom!taehyun x fem!reader

wc. 0.8k

warnings. rough sex , heavy degradation, face fucking, facial, heavy name calling, hair pulling, unprotected sex, breeding kink, crying kink,

taehyun with parter who is less intelligent than he is *chefs kiss*

studying with taehyun turns a different way when you don't let him do what he needs to do.

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"baby , you told me we were gonna study , this isn't studying." he sighed annoyed as he moved your hand from his sweats for the nth time that night. "baby let me study for this exam." you whined. "but im needy."

"you should be studying too if you want to graduate university,you know it's not easy for you to do these exams." you pouted. "i don't understand this." he sighed again. "baby i just went over it with you, twice, let me show you once more." he reached for the paper , but you grabbed it. "i don't want to." you threw the paper to the ground. "baby." he warned , but you picked up another paper , throwing it to the floor again.

he slammed the pencil down , turning to you— the look in his made you shiver. "you can't help it, can you?" he scoffed. "fucking dumb whore." he slid his chair back , standing up so he was hovering above you.

"t..tae- shut up." he roughly grabbed your jaw. "i know there's nothing up there in that fucking head of yours and you only think with your cunt, but i need to study and i can't do that when you're trying to jerk me off." he gripped your jaw , you whined , loving the pain and pleasure ,you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together.

"slut, you're getting off on this." gripped your hair , holding it , using his other hand to pull his cock out through his sweats. "come on , i know you know what to do with this , it's the only thing your good at." he slapped his hard cock against your lips.

"open your fucking mouth." he groaned pushing his cock in. "s...shit , sit there and take my cock like whore i know you are." he began to roughly fuck your face , occasionally holding it against his pubic bone , you gagged around him , tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

"look at you -shit- letting me use your throat like this , n..not a fucking thought in that brain of yours , only my cock, isn't that right?" he moved your head in a yes motion , you hummed around his cock.

"g..gonna -fuck- gonna cum all over your face." he held your head down once , twice , three times, before he pulled out , cum shooting from his cock landing on your face , as you cough , tears finally falling down your face.

"look at you , you look so braindead, faced covered in my cum." he let your hair go , sitting back in his seat. "come sit on my cock, face the desk." you shakily got out of your seat , slowly sitting down , his cock stretching you out. "f..fuck tae!" you moaned , trying to move , but he slapped your thighs. "did i say move? pick up the paper." you were confused.

"h..huh?" he let out a tsk , picking up the paper in front of you. "i forgot you lose the little thoughts you have left when my cock is inside you." he degrading words made you clench around him. "read the paper."

"come on baby, i wanna see you read it, if you can read it and tell me what it means, then i'll fuck you." you whined trying to move , he yanked your hair. "don't fucking dare , read it." he sat back, watching you.

"come on baby , used that brain of yours." you could care less about this stupid paper , you were covered in sweat and taehyun's cum , and you just wanted to cum too. "i...i can't." you sniffled , tears falling down your face.

"of course you can't" he bucked up into you. "only thing on your mind is my cock right?" he smirked when you nodded. "y..yess." he pulled you up , so that you were hovering over his cock, slamming you back down. "fuck, tae!" you screamed as he fucked you roughly in the seat , his cock slamming against your sweat spot repeatedly.

"good slut- s...shit - maybe you should drop out, stay here , ready for me to use whenever i want." you clenched at his words. "would you like that? to drop out and be used as my cocksleeve." he stopped thrusting , standing you both up , pushing your body against the desk , fucking into you again, the new angle had you seeing stars.

"can't read the paper , but can take cock like a champ." you felt the coil in your stomach tightening. "i can feel you about to cum, go a head and cum , so i cum in you like a good cumdump." he growled in your ear.

"t..tae , shit , im cumming!" your legs shook as you came, your legs giving up, he was basically holding you up as he plowed into you a few more times, painting your walls white. "shit! that's a good cumsleeve."

he sat down in the seat, pulling your spent body back on his cock, you whined in overstimulation. "t..tae, s..sensitive." he shrugged , he pulled out another text book.

"you're gonna sit here like a good cocksleeve and cockwarm me while i study."

©️LUVYENI

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #txt x reader #txt hard hours #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt headcanons #txt imagines #txt scenarios #taehyun hard hours #taehyun hard thoughts #taehyun smut #taehyun fic #taehyun x reader #taehyun imagines #taehyun scenarios

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flavorita · 1 year

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hi! riddle smut pt 2 pls??

like y/n answers wrong…

hurt/comfort like she’s crying like bc of the degradation and edging

ur fine to use dick !

aftercare too! like a fluffy one maybe

tyty !!

LMAO OKAY

Idk how much aftercare we can do at a library tho but I'll try 🥴👍

Dumb and Dumber Part 2

Riddle Rosehearts x Fem!Reader Smut 🔞

Part 1

TW: Degradation, Edging, Rough Fucking

Riddle had you thrown onto the table, pencils and papers askewed, as punishment for answering every single question he had asked you incorrectly.

He had you bent over the table, with your skirt thrown up and your panties tossed aside. He thrusted his dick in where his fingers had been moments before as you could only scream in pleasure from his harsh thrusts against your cervix. He hadn't even given you time to adjust and had begun to unbutton your shirt. He roughly groped and massaged your breasts after pulling your bra down and began to pinch and prod at your nipples sending jolts of electricity to your clit with each ministration.

"Ah, h-", Riddle crudely shoved his fingers into your mouth. "Shhhhh", his other hand began to grope your breast even harder, "I don't want to be caught with the likes of you."

"Hnnn!", you squealed out as much as you could with Riddle's fingers muffling your noises.

You could hear Riddle sigh and slow his thrusts into your cunt. No, don't stop! were your only thoughts as you fervently tried to rut against him.

Riddle pushed his chest further onto your back making your breasts flatten against the desk while his dick continued to push into you until you felt like you were going to burst.

"Y/N, what did I say?" His other hand grabs you by the throat and forces you to look him in the eyes. You could see he was disappointed.

"Mmph mmm", you really don't want to disappoint Riddle but you can't speak with his fingers, coated in your cum and spit, stuffed into your mouth.

"Aw~, you stupid slut."

Your mouth opened in a silent scream and your eyes went blank as you felt Riddle pull out to immediately shove himself back in to the hilt. "It's to keep you quiet, dear Y/N."

Riddle grabbed you by the arms and began to plow into you. His thrusts were as harsh as the words flowing freely from his mouth as if all of his pent-up frustration was being taken out on you.

"Ungh, no Riddle!"

The pleasure and pain was too much. Your hands twisted and turned in his steely grip, trying to find anything to hold on to as his hips collided with yours at an infuriating pace. Your stomach hurt from how hard you were being banged against the table and your breasts were being rubbed raw. Each push of Riddle's rough manhandling sent you closer to the edge, but not before your eyes begin watering.

Why are you so mean? Why do you hate me? I'm sorry for not being smart enough for you... Riddle!

Quiet.

Absolute silence filled your ears as your heart began to calm and your blood began to cool. You felt the pressure in your abdomen lift as it seemed Riddle had stopped moving?

"Is that really," you heard Riddle's breath hitch, "how you feel?"

Had... Did you say all that aloud?

Your arms limply fell to your sides and you could finally feel how sore they were as you rubbed the bruises on your wrists.

"Y/N," Riddle had wrapped his arms around your stomach and buried his head into the crook of your neck. It almost sounded like a whisper but you could hear a faint, "I'm sorry".

Did you hear that right? Your dorm leader was saying sorry? To you of all people?

"Riddle?", you turned your head to look back at him but he refused to look up. You reached your hand to pet his hair, but decided otherwise. As you began to draw your hand back, you felt Riddle wrap his hand around yours. Gently. Almost as if he were afraid.

He gave your neck a tender peck as he continued to hold your hand with a slight blush on his face.

You reached out to him with your other hand and placed it on his cheek as he leaned into it with a pitiful look, as if he was begging for forgiveness over hurting you but was too prideful to ask.

"Riddle," his face perked up as he listened to you attentively. "Can we study in your room next time?"

His face lit up with a smile as he placed a tender kiss on your palm, "I'd love that, Y/N."

#riddle rosehearts x you #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts smut #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland fic #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twst smut #twst x y/n #twst x reader #heartslaybul x reader #riddle smut #flavorita

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duc-kie · 1 year

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Hello me again, Ik ive been asking a lot but i have an idea- afab reader catches mattheo riddle in the library at first doenst think anything until they look at him from behind and notice he’s drawing her n@ked and doing very unholy things.

thank you for all the requests lmao I love your ideas!

mattheo riddle x afab!reader smut

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you had to study for an upcoming potions exam so you of course went to the library. you were walking along the shelves trying to find a free table. you finally walked to the last table in the corner and saw mattheo sitting there. he was drawing something. you walked closer to him, about to greet him but then you saw the drawing he was making. it was a drawing of a naked woman but you couldn’t see her face since his fingers were covering it. the woman was inappropriately touching herself, gripping at the bed sheets below her. mattheo hasn’t seen you yet so you decided to keep watching. his hand was dragging the pencil across the paper leaving delicate lines. he never told you he could draw this good. his hand finally moved from the face and you saw yourself. he was drawing you. you stood there frozen for a few seconds until he turned around and saw you standing behind him looking shocked. “enjoying the drawing?” he said smirking. you looked down and saw him palming himself below the table. you gulped when he stood up and made his way towards you.

all of a sudden you were pushed against the book shelf behind you and mattheo was towering over you. he gently brushed a finger against your cheek. your face was bright red and you tried to avoid eye contact at all cost. he pinned your arms above your head and pressed a knee to your heat. “you’re so wet for me, aren’t you princess?” he said forcefully lifting your chin to look at him. you stayed quiet, too embarrassed to say anything. “answer me.” he said. “yes” you quickly replied gaining a satisfied look from him. his face came closer to yours and he kissed you. u felt his tongue trying to enter your mouth and you gladly let him in. you were now making out in your school library and mattheo didn’t seem like he cared at all that you could get caught any second. you slightly rolled your hips into his thigh trying to get some relief. “so desperate.” he said breaking the kiss. he grabbed his stuff and put a hand around your waist guiding you to his dorm. he pushed you down on the bed and told you to strip. you did as he said and started undressing. the cold breeze hit your naked figure making you shiver. “good, now come over here and undo my belt.” he said pulling you off the bed. you kneeled down in front of him and removed his belt while he removed his shirt. he then unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. his hard dick sprung up hitting his abs and his tip was leaking precum. he brushed it against your lips before telling you to open your mouth and sliding it in. he grabbed your hair guiding you. you were bobbing your head up and down his dick trying to take in as much as you could. a few moments later you felt him twitch inside your mouth and not even a second later he spilled his hot cum down your throat.

he pulled out wiping your lips with his thumb before pulling you up and laying you down on the bed again. he spread your legs and spat on his hand. he rubbed it on your pussy before sliding in. he was going slowly for a little so you could adjust to his size. “theo please go faster” you moaned out looking at his with pleading eyes. he did just that. he was hitting that spot every single time he thrusted into you. it didn’t take long for you to scream his name and spill your juices all over his dick. not long after that he came too. he pulled out and fingered his leaking cum back into you.

he sat you up and kissed you before picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you and himself up. he then helped you back to the bed and set up a movie and some snacks. “you wanna keep the drawing?” he said playfully winking at you. you smiled and nodded which made him lightly chuckle. he laid in the bed next to you and wrapped his arms around you. you laid your head on his shoulder and opened up the first snack.

#mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle #mattheo x you #harry potter #smut #hp smut #hp fanfic #hp fic #harry potter smut

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p1anetvivi · 2 years

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🌴 .. 🌱 | the little story of: HOW THE ROE (Regardless Of Everything) METHOD CHANGED MY MINDSET + what I MANIFESTED after adapting the ROE mindset.

one day, a material gworl named vivi was "struggling" with keeping herself off tumblr and apply all what she learned from loa blogs. she "tried" to apply the methods she was pretty confident in, but saw no results, which lead to blaming herself and her "incapacity" to manifest. "am i doing it right?", "is there something wrong in what I'm doing?", "why am i not see anything in the 3D?", "why am i struggling in getting results from these methods?", those were few of the thoughts she had, until she remembered that thought create realities and flipped all those negative questions into positive ones. she cleared up her mind, put all the methods off the pedistal, read motivational posts on tumblr, which made her extremely happy. on that day, she came across a new method, the ROE method by @cleostoohot and decided to apply it: she told herself that regardless of everything, she would manifest anything that she wanted, which happened. from that day, her mindset totally changed and regardless of the circumstances, she knew that all what she had in her 4D would show up in the 3D. her mindset literally became the embodiment of the method itself.

the material gworl is me, vivi.

🌴 WHAT I MANIFESTED AFTER ADAPTING THE ROE MINDSET:

🍀...PERFECT 10 IN AN EXAM

not me being one of the 2 people out of a class of 19 students getting a perfect clean 10 (aka 100/100, A/A+ etc), material gworl things, i believe! it's the fact it was supposed to be a 9½ (which is saur good as well), but then my teacher gave me 10, regardless the "innocent" mistakes i made for me. she is the type of teacher that actually lowers the mark even when little mistakes are made, so it was pretty shocking. she literally wrote 9½ on the exam paper with a pencil (which was the temporary mark), but then she wrote the final mark with a PEN and she wrote 10 ON TOP of it. LOA IS REAL Y'ALL.

🍀...ALMOST GETTING INTO THE VOID STATE

no explanation needed tbh. i simply told myself that i was going to get into the void state anyway. i felt a floaty/swing-like sensation, until i couldn't feel my surroundings anymore. i felt like i was travelling to another dimension. and no, i didn't meditate or count numbers (i tried this very last one one day and felt asleep lmao, it was pretty relaxing though). I'm getting into the void state for sure.

🍀...A SMOOTH 9 IN ARTS

we were divided into small groups and had to work on a project. in the process of it, as weeks went by, my teacher was wondering if to give us a mark or not, since no one except my group was actually working on the project. i remember writing on my notes app before this project began that I'd get a 9 in arts regardless of everything, and left it there. after some days, my group mate (my girly), told me our teacher finally gave us a mark, and guess what?? it was a 9! i was pretty shocked...like, it really took her a while before deciding to finally give us a mark though (and she should tbh, we deserve it for actually working on something we didn't even feel like doing for a fact it was the embodiment of "boredom" tbh and were the ONLY ones to do it).

🌴 . . . p1anet vivi 🪐

#void state #loassumption #law of assumption #loa #manifesting #manifestation #affirmations #the void state #affirm #affirmation #success story #success stories

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swarmishstrangers · 2 months

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Your blog, fics and headcanons always cheer me up! Your art is so neat too. Ive been lurking around here for a bit when I feel like I need my crops watered. Question, can I get headcannon of mallek x reader where the reader is an artist? somehow was able to accept commissions while on Alternia? I feel like the vibe of them just silently drawing and him coding in the background is super cute. What do you think?

AUGRHGAA TYYY!!!! I'm glad you like the art, writing, and headcanons! I've also definitely had the thoughts of Mallek being with an s/o who works a lot on computers for digital art stuff, mainly cause it sounds peaceful af.

Okay, so! Artist is a pretty loose term that could apply to a lot of things, but you specify them drawing here, so I'll go over Mallek x reader, both of them being either a traditional artist or a digital artist.

Traditional Artist:

🎨Starting with the traditional artist! Dunno if any of you consider yourselves to be fairly clean but either way if you were to stay over at his hive a lot and for convenience's sake, leave some of your art stuff at his place..it only adds to the chaos that his hive, "damn girl you live like this?" Idk! I just imagine all sorts of physical stuff traditional artist's use. Different types of paint and paintbrushes, charcoal, watercolors, colored pencils, paper, canvases, etc. Your art stuff adds a whole other thing to look at in his hive and honestly? He's here for it. He thinks art is cool. I mean..he can do tattoos, so of course he'd have some appreciation for a s/o who does artsy stuff. He also like those moments where he finds you just covered in your art supplies. Charcoal all over your arms and even smudged on your face for when you couldn't fight a itch and scratched at it, your hands and fingers smudged with paint or oil pastels...he just finds it incredibly charming.

🎨Oh also on the subject of paint uhh. May or may not be something you're comfortable with using considering that paint on Alternia is made from the blood of trolls. Depends whether or not you can get over that and just pretend it isn't to cope lmao. If you can just. Don't ask Amisia and Chahut about how getting the supplies for your paint went!

🎨Mallek would find it incredibly relaxing to listen to while he's fucking around with his husktops and many monitors. Normally he's one to either sit in quiet with nothing to play or maybe he'll have his playlist quietly playing whatever music or other things to listen to while he works on projects or contact people. Not to say it isn't still quiet while you both do your own things, but that's just the thing. It's quiet, not silent. Mallek finds he works the best when he knows that there's life going on around him. The sounds of his hands rapidly typing on his keyboard, the whirring of his husktop, sometimes you can hear him speak to someone that he's calling. You just further add on with your sounds of living, the sound of pencil sketching onto paper or canvas, the louder or softer sounds of you using oil pastels or charcoal, papers being moved, the adjusting of a canvas. It's all very comfortable to you both.

🎨You're each other's background sounds.

Digital Artist:

🖋️Being a digital artist is also so cool to Mallek, why wouldn't it be? It's tech shit! He can also help you try and traverse the different Alternian art programs. It's pretty new to him too since all he usually uses is the Alternian equivalent to Microsoft paint..and it's not super serious, just doodles, sketches, and shitposts stuff to destress. You got yourself a husktop, Amisia was jumping at the chance to help you look for digital art supplies (such as a tablet and stuff), and Mallek helped you get a hold of art programs for you to try out and decide what you like to use as your primary programs.

🖋️They're pretty much the same as Earth art programs in terms of it's functions. Though of course their interfaces can be different from program to program. Not everything works as it does on Earth? Certain shortcuts or tool locations are moved around or changed but it's pretty easy to figure out if you're experienced in digital art. And if you're stuck or can't figure something out your cool tech savvy matesprit can help you out. Mallek has his moments where he takes a break from what he's working on briefly to watch you draw...he always has to stifle a laugh when he sees you're absolutely struggling over there to do line art, having to undo do your stroke like 50 times before you get it. Like the previous one? He thinks it's cute and charming.

🖋️While you don't add a lot of new things to look at it in his hive, as you're working with more tech, it's still just as nice to listen to in the background he thinks. He can hear your fingers type out messages to friends or clients you're working with, the sound of your pen stroking against the tablet face, your mouse clicking here and then. There may not be as many sounds, but he finds it just as comforting, he likes to listen to the life around him after all.

Commissions:

As for the commission portion, thought it would be fun to get into this separately after talking about the respective art types! Being commissioned as an alien on the planet is certainly. Interesting. Which can be taken positively or otherwise.

Being an alien is your selling point to a lot of trolls online. It's where you got a huge chunk of your followers! Sure, they're very split on genuinely believing you are a real alien and those who think this is some kind of roleplay account or something but follow out of interest. Your commissions gather more interest from those who want a drawing from an alien! Real or not. Lots of odd are fun interactions.

For a traditional artist you could go the route of just, scanning your picture and posting it onto your socials and tag the trolls (or post it to the troll client privately). If you offer a shipement of the physical original drawing Mallek can help you out with getting a drone to drop it off for you so you don't have to go on a wild goose chase to find the troll client in this great wide troll world.

#mallek adalov #mallek adalov x reader #hiveswap #hiveswap friendsim #swarms-asks

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indigo-o · 10 months

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I won't leave you

I really don't know what to do with this but I hope yall enjoy

The reader is like a little sibling/child to sigma even though he's 3 lmao

Reader also had an ability to draw things into life to an extent which is why they're working with him.

Fluff/comfort

Tw: Nikolai gogol, mentions of abuse, yelling I think that's it.

I looked up to see the sun rising. Time to start a new day. I went to my closet and got ready.

Ever day was like this, simple. My life in the sky casino. I'm the secretary to the general Manger. He doesn't even need one. He remembers everything.

I open the door. The same hallway it's been for a while since they hired me. I walked through the hallway getting to his office.

"Good sir, I'm sorry I'm late.". I sighed.

He gave a soft smile. "It's fine don't worry.".

I grabbed a piece of paper and sat down next to him and began to write and draw.

"Remember you have 1 meeting today with client a750 at 1400.". I smile.

He nodded.

We sat in his office for an 3-4 hours when his meeting came up.

It was a very 'private' meeting meaning I had to leave. Right before I left he gave me a key to his room and said.

"I have something in there for you.".

I took it and left the office, as I left a man with long white hair and Heterochromia eyes held the door open for me and then closed it quite quickly once I left.

I didn't put much thought to it and walked to his room.

When I opened the door I found a little gift bag, which held a set of very expensive pencils and sketch books. And right next to the gift bag was a bouquet of lillys.

He truly does memorize things.

So so kind.

I sat down on his couch and began to draw. I and after an hour or so I felt my eyes grow weak. And like that I was asleep.

✨️Sigma's pov✨️

"So you just kidnapped them?". I yelled at this clown in front of me.

"Oh no! We saved them! We give them protection for use of thire ability!". He's laughed without a care in the world.

"This is a 15 year old! They don't need this! I'm sure they already have enough to deal with!".

"Quiz time!!!! Why did we, what did you say? Kidnap them???, did you because their family abused them??? CORRECT!!". He shouted.

He then continued. " if it weren't for us they wouldn't be here, and we decided that you would be the best to take care of them. So yes we did kidnapp them but for a good cause. Remember I may be crazy but I feel gilt. And leaving them in there especially with their ability would have cause gilt.".

Hes definitely insane. At least he had good intentions this time. The truth is I don't need them but they need me.

"Okay gogol, thank you for coming. We will need to re-introduce y'all so thire comfortable.".

"Byeeeeeèeee sigma!!!". A grin appeared on his face as he disappeared threw his over coat.

I stood up, to go to room and check to see if they were still in there. "I'll be back."

Low and behold there they were curled up on my couch sound asleep. I walked to my bed and grabbed a blanket for them. Then placing on top of them.

Something was off, they were tense. Too tense. (Iconic dun dun duhnnnnn)

I shock them. It took 3 times then they opened their eyes shot open.

♧《readers pov》♧

I jumped up and grabbed the nearest person to me, it happened to only sigma in the room. I hugged him as tight as I could.

He tensed up but then relaxed.

"It's okay, shhh. It's okay. Nothing can hurt you.".

I continued to hug him as I cried.

"Please don't leave me, I'm sorry."

♤★Back to sigma's pov★♤

this what gogol ment. The other two can't deal with this. But shit I don't know what to do. Do I just sit here? Am I helping?

"Don't worry I won't leave you.".

I continued to let them hold on to me. Cry as much as they needed. I rubbed their back. Their breath slowed down.

"It's okay don't worry, I'm here, I won't leave you."

Their head laid on my chest as they slowly fell back into sleep.

"I won't leave you"

Hope y'all enjoyed!

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #sigma x reader #fluff #sigma bsd #bsd sigma

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slytherinshua · 9 months

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LETTERBOY

genre. fluff. subtly vintage/older time period. college au. ft. minji and hanni of newjeans. warnings. kissing. i wrote this on an airplane and its not proofread lmao. pairing. riwoo x fem!reader. wc. 1.7k. a/n. this fics marks at least one fic for every member of bnd!!

You could only think of one word to describe Riwoo. Adorable. With his blue messenger bag that he was always clutching as if it was his emotional support. The way his cheeks flushed whenever you threw him a compliment or the little smile that never left his face after you accepted a cup of his homemade sweet tea. And, of course, his catlike eyes that went wide whenever he was embarrassed. Everything about the boy was absolutely adorable.

You were one of the top students at Hana’s Academy for Girls and the only reason you even knew Riwoo was because he delivered the mail. You got a lot of mail, most of which you didn’t even bother to open. Job offers and special apprenticeships were the contents of most of the letters— the thought of which bored you to death.

There was always at least 1 letter that you looked forward to in the batch, though. It was usually a faded blue colour and sealed with a simple and old fashioned wax seal. Inside were messages from a secret admirer.

Well, it would be secret if you hadn’t figured out exactly who was writing the letters a couple months in. Riwoo had a charming way with words, you couldn’t deny that. Everyday there was a new letter you found yourself falling deeper and deeper for the boy.

Due to your advanced classes and strict curfew, you didn’t have much time to go out and have fun like the other girls. You had 3 extra honours classes on top of your regular ones, and while the rest of your roommates went shopping or out on blind dates, you stayed in the library writing your thesis.

You were distracted amongst your notes of the lectures you had attended and some resources of studies by renowned professors when you heard an unmistakable rhythm of knocking on your table. You glanced up, already expecting the faces of Minji and Hanni. They had just gotten back from dress shopping downtown.

“I’m a bit busy right now.” You mumbled out, flipping to the next page of your textbook.

“Y/n you need to see the dresses we found! They’re perfect for the upcoming dance!!” Hanni said excitedly. Both girls were used to your disinterest in events or dressing up since you were so focused on your studies, but they knew you were still listening to what they were saying even though you were writing on your paper.

“I found a yellow summer dress that will go perfectly with the heels my aunt sent me last month-” Minji continued.

“But when we were looking in the store, the yellow dress came in matching colours. We couldn’t just get the yellow one, so we ended up getting all 3. I’m going to wear the pink one. Y/n you have to wear the blue one to the dance— we’ll all be matching!” Hanni insisted. Minji had walked over to the window, peering out of the glass. The sky was darkening as it got later.

You sighed and placed your pencil on top of your open notebook, “I’m not going to the dance, I don’t have a date.”

“We can find you a date-”

“Speaking of dates, I think your letter-boy is here.” Minji interrupted with a teasing tone, pointing to the window. You froze, attempting to stretch your neck to see out the window from your seat, but it was too far away.

Minji opened the window a crack, “Hey!! Mail boy!” Minji shouted. Riwoo looked up, eventually spotting the open window. “I’ll send her down, there’s still 4 hours before curfew! Take her somewhere nice, she hasn’t eaten dinner yet!” All this was said with a sneaky wink from the girl and your jaw fell open a bit.

Riwoo flushed and then shouted back, “A-alright!”

Once you were certain the window had been shut again, you panicked. “I don’t have anything to wear, why would you ask him to go out to dinner with me?!”

“You can borrow one of my dresses. We’ll make sure you look like the prettiest girl in South Korea before he sees you.” Hanni assured.

6 minutes later they had shoved you back into the dorm room, picked a simple pink dress from Hanni’s closet and fixed your messy hair. Minji somehow managed to do your makeup in less than a minute, and by the end of it, you actually looked quite pretty.

“If you don’t ask him to be your date for the dance, then I’ll ask him to be your date for you and say you were too embarrassed to do it.” Minji warned, pushing you out the door. Hanni and Minji exchanged a gleeful high-five at finally getting you to step out of the dorms, that too with a boy.

The air was chilly. That was the first thing you noticed as you walked down the steps of the dorm. It was a pleasant chill, though, and the air smelled fresh. The library felt stuffy in comparison to the cool breeze you felt on your skin.

Riwoo sat at the bottom of the stairs in a brown jacket that you hadn’t seen on him before. He turned at the sound of your footsteps and stood up, a shy smile gracing his face.

“Did you get a new jacket?” You asked, slipping your hand into his.

“My grandpa got it for me after my old one got too weatherworn.” He said with pink cheeks.

“It looks nice on you.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze since you could tell he was nervous. I’m nervous too, it’s okay. It seemed like he got your message, though his cheeks turned a shade brighter at your compliment.

“I hope you’re okay with soup bread bowls?” Riwoo asked anxiously.

You smiled, “That sounds delicious.”

“I know the grandma that owns a soup shop near here. Her chowders are the best I’ve ever tried.”

The night was all stolen glances and contagious smiles, all because you were with him. Riwoo didn’t lie about the soup being good. You chose a slightly spicy tomato stew in a fresh bread bowl and it was one of the best dinners you had ever had.

After dinner you walked around the streets hand in hand, talking about whatever came to mind. You hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time with Riwoo in the past. Most of your interactions didn’t last more than 20 minutes. He always had more mail to deliver and you had classes to catch.

But all those usual obligations were the last thing on either of your minds. For once, you were living in the moment. You weren’t thinking about your future or any upcoming exams or presentations. You weren’t thinking about all the times you had messed up in the past and what could have been had the circumstances been different.

No, the only thing on your mind was Riwoo. You focused on how his hand felt holding yours, the smile that was on his face (though it had never left from the moment he saw you), the warm butterflies in your stomach and your racing heart.

He was animatedly telling you about the pet kittens he had adopted when he was little; a small black one named Charcoal and a grumpy orange tabby called Persimmon. Everyone in his family had adored Charcoal for his clingy and loving personality, but Riwoo had personally taken care of Persimmon and had developed a close bond to her.

“I always wanted a cat, but the dorm won’t allow pets.”

“They’re all grown up now, but maybe sometime I can show you Persimmon and Charcoal. They’d like you.”

“I’d love to meet them.” You replied, and then shivered. The night was even chillier as it got later.

“Oh- here.” Like the gentleman he was, Riwoo swiftly slid off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. You mumbled a small thank you, feeling flustered.

There was a silence and neither of you knew what to say. You suddenly remembered Minji’s threat earlier. You had to ask Riwoo to be your partner for the dance.

“Would-“

“Y/n-“

Riwoo laughed and motioned for you to go first.

“There’s a dance coming up at the dormitory. It’s a special event cause the girls fought for it so hard. I don’t have a date to it, so I was wondering if-“

“Yes. I’d love to.” He cut you off, knowing you were stalling out of awkwardness.

“What were you going to say?” You asked.

“Well, it was less saying…” He mumbled, cheeks burning.

“Huh?”

“Run away if you don’t want me to.” He stalled, fiddling with his fingers. His eyes went back and forth on your face. Lips, eyes, lips, eyes.

You nodded, giving him the last bit of courage he needed to finally press his lips to yours. The kiss was sweet and soft, but mostly it was way too short.

Riwoo frowned, “That wasn’t…”

“Enough?” You offered.

“Yeah.” He breathed out.

You laughed, hand cupping his cheek because he was so damn cute. You kissed him again, and then again, and even more after that until you were both satisfied.

“What will you wear to the dance?” Riwoo asked, lying down with his head in your lap, your hand gently playing with his hair. It was dark and only a streetlight illuminated the park.

“Apparently Minji and Hanni found cute dresses. Mine’s blue. What about you?”

“I’ll borrow my dad’s suit. I don’t have anything better. I hope it’s okay.”

“You look amazing in anything, don’t worry.” You kissed his forehead.

“When is your curfew…?” Riwoo asked suddenly. Your heart dropped.

“10 pm. What time is it now?”

“10:30.”

“Shit.”

Riwoo chuckled at your hushed swear and sat up.

“I’ll walk you back.” He offered out his hand and you grinned, lacing your fingers with his.

“Will I still get letters from the mysterious ‘R’?” You asked, swinging your arm back and forth.

“You knew?”

“Wasn’t that hard to figure out, sweetheart.”

He flushed at the nickname and nodded, “W-we’re here.”

“So we are. Saturday at 5 pm, okay? Don’t be late or I’ll break up with you.”

“I won’t.” He assured you and you smiled.

“Thank you for the soup and everything.” You kissed him one more time before scurrying up the stairs, leaving him with a thumping heart and giddy smile.

↳ boynextdoor taglist: @rizzshimura,, @captivq,, @icyminghao,, @yeonjuns-redhair,, @metalchick529,, @schmocolateschmchip,, @kpoprhia

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faffreux · 7 months

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can you tell us about when you fell in love with fawful? :)

Yep. In fact, I'll write a whole mini essay for you so I can add it to the FAQ section of my website coming up shortly LMAO (SINCE I NEED TO FULLY ANSWER THIS QUESTION FOR THERE ANYWAY, RIGHT???) CLICK UNDER THE READ MORE TO SEE IT BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE THE LONGEST THING I'VE EVER POSTED HERE, LMAO.

To preface, I have been a fan of the M&L games going back to the early-mid 2000s when I was a kid. I had no involvement with fandom or anything of the sort back then but I used to hop on my mom's bulky computer and look up fanart and other related content as early as 2004/5 and as a result, ended up captivated by the characters long before I knew who they actually were. (As a result of this, I have the names and art styles of various old M&L fandom creators permanently ingrained in my head and often wonder where they are today since a good deal of them vanished..!) It wasn't until 2006 that I got my first handheld console (DS Lite) and of course, what did I do? Immediately begged my mom to order me a used GBA copy of Superstar Saga.

When I finally had the game in my hands it was like coming home to a colorful world that I'd been captivated by for so long but never gotten the chance to actually explore until now. The characters felt like old friends and the Beanbean Kingdom as a location felt familiar and comforting to me. (As a side note, Popple quickly became my favorite. Shocker, right?)

I used to sketch various beans in my notebooks as well as on printer paper we had lying around the house. Long story short, I finished Superstar Saga and then a few years later in 2010 I picked up Bowser’s Inside Story and THAT’S WHEN THINGS SHIFTED–

BIS brought Fawful and his personality to life in a way that captivated my imagination like nothing else had prior. He quickly overtook Popple as my favorite character from then on forward… and that’s where it ends! Or.. is it?

Nah, that’s where it gets funky. Life got a little chaotic after that and not only did I stop playing video games altogether for many years, but I also almost completely gave up on art - the one thing I was most passionate about above all and thought I would make a career out of someday. A series of depressing events caused me to lose all hope and motivation for anything I created and the spark I’d kept inside of me for so long all but died out as a result.

We’re going to timeskip again, this time to late 2019. I’d just moved away from home permanently for the first time and had been getting settled in and no matter what I did to make my new apartment a cozy place it always felt like something was missing. My mind would keep wandering to the fact that I never made art anymore despite it having been such a key part of my life when I was younger. I so desperately wanted to change this and over the next few months the frustration only kept growing until on January 1st, 2020, I sat down in the living room with a pencil and paper in my hand and shut my eyes tightly before saying under my breath:

“I do not care what it is, I don’t care how it comes. Just please… PLEASE send me something to bring my art back. Anything… anything at all. I don’t care what I draw, I just want to be drawing again.” And with that, I placed the lead onto the paper and began to sketch…

And from there… a familiar face appeared!

(Now I could ramble to you about how much I do NOT like this drawing and how off model it is from how Fawful actually looks… but I’ll forgive myself since I hadn’t touched the M&L games in over a decade at this point and had forgotten most of Fawful’s character. And yet?? Here he was.)

How else can I explain it except that in that moment it felt like the pencil in my hand had suddenly become one of these:

A joy that I hadn’t felt in SO long suddenly filled my entire being and without wasting another second, I immediately went online and ordered both Superstar Saga and Bowser’s Inside Story to replay again. In the time waiting for the games to arrive I had started drawing daily again - sketching out various old characters of mine with dozens of doodles of the bean man stacked in between them all.

There he was… always smiling, always happy to see me, and oftentimes with his arms outstretched as if to give an encouraging hug. When the games arrived I worked through them quicker than I ever had prior - finishing up Superstar Saga in less than a week and subsequently moving onto Bowser’s Inside Story with a LOT of excitement built up for it.

It was my first day playing and I was having the time of my life! The way Fawful looked in his little grey cloak with that enormous, charming grin of his as he bamboozled Bowser into eating the Vaccuum Shroom had me giggling with joy while words repeated in my brain over and over of: “I need to draw this later, I NEED to draw this later!!!” I WAS EXCITED ABOUT ART AGAIN… AFTER ALL THESE YEARS. I was practically hopping in my seat from the happiness I felt in my heart and chest every time Fawful appeared at this point!

This was how it felt until the moment I arrived at the Fawful Theatre and watched as he began dancing on the stage floor. THIS time.. something different came over me. If you’ve felt it before, then you’ll know what I mean when I say that it was like my entire body turned warm all at once, like some sort of flame had been lit inside. I’d never felt it for anything or anyone prior to then, and that's partly why it hit me as hard as it did. I was practically sweating.

Heck, I was so absorbed in my feelings that I had forgotten there was anyone else in the room with me! That is.. Until my roommate at the time spoke up:

Her: Are you alright? Me: Uhhh… yeah, why? Her: You’re red as a beet. Are you sure you’re okay?

By this time I had realized what was really going on so I reassured her I was fine, grabbed my 3DS, and ran to my room to finish the playthrough on my own so I wouldn’t embarrass myself any further, hahaha.

In the days, weeks, and months following that moment I became dedicated to drawing the best art of Fawful I could possibly create! What started as a challenge to myself to ‘give back’ to the person who’d given me back the ability to create again turned into someone I genuinely could not stop drawing for how much fun I was having doing it. The desire to make better and better art in order to honor him drove me to improve at a speed I never had prior, and soon thereafter I created Jolligig as a way for me to be in this colorful world with him and to express the deepening affection I was feeling for him with every day that passed by.

By some miracle, my prayer had been answered and here it was in the form of a grinning lima bean.

[End of Part 1. Interested in the rest? Yes… there’s more, I’m sorry. Please let me know in the comments. This took a while to write so I thought splitting it up would be best if folks are interested, LOL.]

#ASKS #MY GOD I AM SORRY (no i'm not)#fawfultalk #important

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n0phis · 1 year

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WOOT ANOTHER CWILBUR DESIGN! by @polukhina-sonya :) this one comes with Lore

OK SO like. ur me . august 26th 2022. fan of dsmp for over a year who has a HUGE aversion to interacting with or creating fan content out of fear of the fandom n social media. u go to fanexpo with a friend’s family and, lo and behold, see an artist you’ve been lurking on’s booth! in person!

it was fucking EPIC i even saw cosplayers and. while i didn’t go for the sake of seeing DSMP, actually having the opportunity to compliment a big q cosplayer or talk to and buy a print from polukhina in the same techno shirt they were wearing and THEN find out i only narrowly nearly missed meeting linktoo really made me realize i wanted to be here, and rly involve myself in the fandom regardless of how terrifying and massive it was. i hadn’t drawn anything aside from doodles on scrap paper at work in god knows how long (a year or more), made my twitter account the day after fanexpo and only began to use it a week later during the utah finale. this is where the other ppl i accredit this account with come in :) mike maerids and clay clothmagictrick are two of the first people i recall interacting with during and after the finale. i drew actual fanart (albeit again, on scrap paper from work) and eventually whipped out my ipad to draw a silly convo i’d had as fanart, with my finger.

while memory issues do not serve me well and i genuinely only remembered i even *went* to fanexpo and saw anyone yesterday (or the day before?) i remember it now and i rly wanted to share that bcos its so fun and im so glad that a new apple pencil and so many cool people later and i’m here. :) this is gonna be the only one with a sappy story attached but im glad 2 share it

i still have the buttons and the quackity print i bought from polukhina then i just remembered :) second dsmp merch after the techno gg ez. this fandom is cool as hell and im so glad i got to remember why i came here LMAO

#tham talks #my art :]#dsmp fanart #wilbur soot fanart #dsmp art #wilbur soot #dsmp wilbur #big arts #dsmp #revived wilbur

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olichat-reads · 2 years

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Just a little more

ProHero!Bakugou x ProHero!reader

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki always pushed you on to do just a little more, to keep going when you're backed into a corner, even if he isn't around.

Words: 1544

A/n: This has been in my drafts for way too long & honestly, I don't think I can do any better with whatever writing experience i have atm. So it is what it is (・人・) Um, reader has a forcefield (?) quirk. I have no idea how to describe the setting if you can't tell lmao.

🌟

God fucking dammit.

You yelped as you took a hit from the villain currently attacking you, catapulting you into the air. You managed to conjure up a forcefield before the villain managed to land another hit on you.

Fuck. It was just your luck to be assigned to this area, seemingly at the end of the world- further away than the rest of your team. Alone. Because this place was supposed to be a safe zone but nooooo- stupid villain just had to have a hideout here of all places. Had to be the stronger assholes too. There was no way you could intercept them on your own. Goddamit.

You've barely managed to call for backup before your device got smashed. Your day certainly was going wonderfully. Now all you could do was buy time while you did your best to not die.

You shrieked in surprise as you narrowly dodged another blast that would've sent you yeeting. Again. Taking cover, you did your best to catch your breath, panting. Your stamina wasn't bad but you've been stalling for a while now & were getting tired. But you needed to hold on a little more.

Just a little more.

"Katsuuu, I'm tired," you whined childishly. You cheek was smushed against the table as you felt your brain disintegrate from all the equations you've been facing for the past 2 hours.

Beside you, your boyfriend only glanced at your defeated form, his hands steadily typing away on his laptop. He huffed out a laugh with a small smirk on his face.

That riled you up.

"Are you laughing at my demise, you jerk??" You snarled at him, albeit with no venom in your voice, whipping your head off of the table with, to your disdain, the darn assignment sheet stuck to your face.

Well, if he wasn't laughing before, he was definitely laughing now. You could only glare at your boyfriend who burst out cackling like a witch as he watched you rip the paper from your cheek that was heating up from embarassment.

"My last two braincells are on the verge of accepting death with this assignment & you laugh at me. So rude," you huffed childishly. Collecting himself, Bakugou paused his typing to lazily loll his head to the side & look at you.

"Don't do it then."

"Huh?"

"Don't do the assignment."

"I can't do that," you frowned.

"Exactly," the asshole grinned at you so wide his teeth showed. "So, quit bitching about it & get to work, pipsqueak."

You made an indignant sound.

"So mean," you mumbled but picked up your pencil again nontheless to resume your torture.

The two of you continued your work in silence, Bakugou subtly checking on your homework every once in a while, pointing out your mistakes. He was focused on his own work too but under the table, his foot nudged yours every now & then, oddly encouraging you on as you painstakingly went through the problems.

Upon reaching the last two questions, you let out a tired sigh, your boyfriend's ears perking up at the sound. Seemingly done with his essay, he shuts his laptop & scoots over closer to your side to hook his chin over your shoulder, peering down at your notebook filled with your frantic scribbles of the equations that you swore would be the death of you. Bakugou hummed approvingly as his eyes scanned over your work. You felt the rumble of it against your back, the contact easing your tense body slightly.

"How much more?"

"Just a little more."

"Thats right. Just a little more then you can die peacefully."

You whacked him on the head with your textbook with faux offense on your face. You didn't last long though, eventually couldn't help but join his ugly cackles that filled the room.

Speaking of cackles, apparently, not everyone could pull it off in a way that looks as good as boyfriend did. You could barely hold back from rolling your eyes at the villain's annoying laughter that rang through the valley. You wished you could land a hit hard enough to get her to shut the fuck up.

Oh, but only it were that easy.

"FUCK-"

That was all that you could get out before you were flung across the field, taking a direct hit of the villain's quirk, body slamming against a boulder before you sagged onto the ground.

Shit. Everything hurt.

"KATSUKI I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS OH MY GOD PLEASE-"

"Quit being so dramatic, dumbass," he retorts with an eye roll & a hint of a smirk tugging on his lips.

The two of you were training together, your demon of a boyfriend showing you absolutely no mercy. Throwing you around like a ragdoll.

You glared at the sight your sweaty boyfriend's back, watching the muscles flex as he chugged down some water while you struggled to catch your own breath like a dying fish out of water.

Demon.

Bakugou put the bottle down to stretch those buldging muscles, more sweat dripping down his body.

Sexy demon. Fuck him.

Bakugou's head turning at the thud of your body plopping down on the training mat, your limbs spread out like a starfish with one arm dramatically thrown over your face. Shaking his head at your antics, he sauntered over to squat by your head.

"We don't both need to be ridiculously big, strong & sexy in this relationship, y'know," you spoke as though you felt his presence by you while still maintaining your oh-woe-is-me dying pose. "I'm happy to be the potato to my greek god of a boyfriend who can protect me forever."

Bakugou snorted at that.

"Get up, loser. Just a little more then we'll go get that ice cream you can't stop yapping about," he said with amusement laced in his gruff voice, nudging your side gently.

Slowly, you moved your arm to look up at him curiously, considering the bribe he offered. "Really? No take backs?"

"No take backs," he promised. "Now, come on. Get up."

Get up.

Bakugou's voice rang in your ear, so clearly you could almost see his vermillion eyes you love so much urging you on. The sound of approaching footsteps barely registering on the back of your mind.

It hurts, you tried to reason with those eyes. It hurts, Katsu. But he did not waver. Bakugou never wavered.

I know.

But just a little more.

Get up.

Mustering whatever strength you had left, you managed to push your body off of the ground just in time to dodge a blast of the villain quirk in your direction. Generating a forcefield for the next blast that came thundering your way before your body plopped onto the ground once again.

You couldn't run anymore. You barely had any energy left to keep your barrier up but that was all you could do now. You felt your hero outfit stick to your skin, soaking in blood from your wounds.

God. It hurts.

Little whimpers managed to escape your lips despite you clamping them shut.

"Hurts, baby?" Your boyfriend asked from where he kneeled between your legs as you sat on the toilet to clean your wounds. His vermillion eyes staring up at your face scrunched up in pain hands balled into fists at your side.

Any other day, you'd grace him with a deadpan expression as a silent 'are you seriously asking me this right now??' or a sarcastic remark that would earn you a harsh flick on the forehead, making you squeal out in pain. Apparently, he only agrees with 'ask stupid questions, get stupid answers' when he's not the one asking. Asshole.

But with your current predicament, you could only nod your head as your big wet eyes meet his.

"How'd such a crybaby like you even made it into the hero course, hm?" He asked lightheartedly, no venom in his voice. His hands reached out to yours, fisted so tight your nails were digging into your palm from the pain. Gently, he pried open your death grip, calloused thumbs massaging the indents you left in your skin, pressing soft kisses to the inside of your palm, feeling you tense body slowly relax under his touch.

"It hurts bad, Katsu," you sniffed.

"I know, baby," he replied, the low timbre of his voice steady & soothing you. He moved you hands into his hair where your hands instinctively moved on their own. You always loved how soft his hair felt between your fingers despite its prickly porcupine appearance. It was a gesture of comfort for the both of you.

"You can hold on to me, yeah? Just a little more then we're done."

Thats right.

Just a little more.

Just a little more then you're done. Help will come. He will come. A little more & you'll get to see those pretty red eyes again. Hear his voice again. God you missed him.

A little more & you'll be back in your apartment with your boyfriend. He'll patch you up & cook you that ridiculously amazing curry he wouldn't share the recipe of & let you hide away in his chest as he holds you in bed to keep the nightmares away.

You can go back home. Home to him. God, you wanted to go home so badly.

You just needed to hold on a little more.

Just a little more.

Then you heard your forcefield crack.

#oliwrites #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou fluff #mha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader

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