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Can’t believe this needs to be said but I’ve come across a weirdo so:
Don’t post RPF about the fucking actors.
These are real live actual people, some of them married with kids. They are not your Ken dolls. Thirsting over them is one thing, constructing a fantasy and making it publicly available is quite another. You don’t know which of them are lurking on tumblr or anywhere else, and furthermore it’s not like any of these guys are so massively popular that whatever you’d write would get buried by other posts.
Just, for god’s sake, if it’s something Anna Todd would do, maybe you should think twice.
Tags // 18+ ONLY, AFAB reader, soft simon riley, written from simon’s perspective, mild descriptions of injury and blood, hurt and comfort, aka simon finally allows himself to be looked after <3, he is a big boy with a heart that yearns to be loved you cannot convince me otherwise, the softest of smut, praise, you accidentally give ghost a 'sir’ kink, reader calls ghost sir a couple of times because they’re hot like that, unprotected sex (tut tut), creampie, a whole lot of swearing
AN // i love this man a ridiculous amount, so me writing nearly 5k about how much i love him was inevitable
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Simon Riley is not a man who cares about his own health. In fact, his wellbeing never has, and never will be a priority to him. He has work to do, gruelling, gritty, gruesome work, it is beyond pointless wasting time even thinking about when he last had more than 3 hours sleep, or how long it’s been since he consumed anything other than cold military rations. In his defence, he’s never really had a reason to give a shit, he sees the hourglass whenever he allows himself to close his eyes; watches the sand slip rapidly through the cracks, counting down until his inevitable, most likely painful death. He’s living life on a timer, and he’s never had a reason to change that.
the fact that I haven't seen anyone talk about Ghost's or König's stretch marks. Not the ones from the muscle building, but from their growth spurt. On their legs - knees and thighs and on their back. Hell, with the size of König, his whole back must be covered in those beautiful stretch marks. Now that gives me a lot of ideas...
Dude, I have social anxiety, and although I can't speak for everyone who has it, I am not a stuttering helpless mess in public. I keep reading all of these fics where they write König like a stuttering, blushing mess who can't hold a decent conversation. Like please, this man is absolutely feral and sassy on the battlefield. He's probably just a reserved guy who doesn't fancy big crowds or social situations or eye contact. He's not helpless. I'm not trying to be offensive and I'm sure that we all have our own journeys with anxiety. . .
But please guys he's a grown man who literally kills people for a profession and has an attitude while he does it😭
But maybe it's just the adrenaline, what do I know?
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I love and appreciate fanfic authors, but I read their notes and I have to wonder what fucked up shit they did in a past life to make god hate them so much. Like why do the worst things happen to fanfic authors and they just brush over it. I’ll be reading a fluffy fic and the notes will be “hey sorry the fic is late both my parents died, I’m in hospital right now, and my house burnt down. anyway hope u enjoy this chapter!!“ bro???? Are you okay?????
synopsis. Where the class of 3-A go on a beach trip before graduation, and secrets are revealed when you happen upon a sleepy blonde that you decide will be the perfect person to burden with you’re late night reminiscing. If he doesn’t blow you up first that is.
pairing. bakugou x reader
word count. 2.6k words
genres & warnings. fluff, swearing, aged-up slightly, intense first kisses, their hormonal teenagers your honor, angst if you wear glasses
notes. Reposting this because it was literally my first fic I was proud of on this site like a year ago, and cuz I just hit 100 followers over the span of like three days because of a sad fic. Y'all really like angst damn. The kiss scene in this fic makes me remember why I love him every time i re-read it.
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The cold sea breeze gently grazed your skin as you stepped out of the old, cheap beach hotel that class 3-A had been staying in for the last week,— as a spur of the moment decision to get together for “one last high school road trip”, as they’ve labeled it.
Not that graduating high school would make that big of an impact on your friendships, most of you were already planning on applying for a renowned hero-based college that hero course students from Yuuei have been known to attend.
It was a big step though, so you supposed this little trip wasn’t a bad idea.
Sand littered the concrete porch as a result of hundreds of people dragging their feet inside from the beach, and you winced at the unpleasant feeling of the small grains biting into the soles of your feet as you gingerly made your way to the shore.
You made your way down the shoreline, slowly letting your eyes adjust to the darkness as you watched small waves roll in and pull back out into the seemingly endless watery expanse of the sea.
Even after a long day at the beach, you had given up on sleep, as the girls in the room next door were being horribly loud, and you had instead resorted to taking a night stroll by yourself with the hopes that those noisy fiends would be asleep by the time you got back.
With your hands locked behind your back and hair ruffled by the wind, you wandered your way to the wall you had seen earlier in the day and scouted as a nice place to perch on and watch the tide roll in.
Multiple poorly made sandcastles and waterways were scattered around the otherwise untouched ground, and you were careful not to destroy any of the fragile structures as you walked
As you neared the graffiti-covered structure that you could barely make out in the darkness, you caught sight of a familiar silhouette of messy spiked hair settled on top. Pausing for just a moment when you realized who it was, you almost decided to turn back and take your chances with the girls.
“—Bakugou?” you asked uncertainly.
He looked down, crimson eyes looked stunning with the moonlight reflecting in them, but narrowed at your silent approach.
“Y/N.” he started, sounding annoyed, “What do you want.”
As if you had come to disturb his peace on purpose.
You bristled at his tone. Oh boy. “— Uh, the girls were being loud and I couldn’t really sleep- so I thought I’d come sit here for a while.” you tried to explain through your exhausted state, waving your arms vaguely towards the wall.
He raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed.
It wasn’t that you and Bakugou hated each other necessarily, you just frequently clashed in often pointless yelling matches, and had gone head to head, nearly killing each other during training many times,— but to be fair, ― so did just about everybody else who knew the aggressive male.
Still, after three years of knowing the guy, you had formed some sort of strange friendship after facing countless villains and near-death situations together. Not to mention being dragged into the dumb shenanigans of your mindless classmates that you knew you had both grown equally fond of.
But he was there first so you decided that he technically had rights to have the place to himself
“Well then,— since you were here first, I’ll just keep walking. Later Bakugou.” You turned around to quickly make your leave.
“— Oi, wait-”
You stopped and swiveled back around to see him wearing a conflicted expression, like he would much rather throw himself into the ocean than say what he wanted to.
“Tch, You can stay.”
Eh??
“What?” You asked incredulously, sure that you must have misheard.
"What?" He mocked, mimicking your voice.
Rolling his eyes, he looked away.
“I said, you can stay dumbass — you won’t find a better fucking place here than this.”
He spat each word out slowly like you were some annoying child, too dull to understand what he was saying.
You blinked dumbly at him.
“Or you can just leave and try to sleep with your annoying friends, I don’t care.” he chided.
Not willing to give up this sudden act of uncharacteristic generosity, you moved back towards the wall and pulled yourself up to the top of the old stone structure, moving to where he was seated and being careful not to place your feet too close to any of the weather worn sides where you could easily slip off.
You sat down and swung your legs over the ledge, leaving about a hands length of distance in between the two of you.
You both sat in silence for some time, breathing in the salty moist sea air, watching the waves try to crawl away from the dark stretch of deep blue water and be pulled helplessly back in a mesmerizing rhythm.
Occasionally you would sneak fleeting glances at the boy beside you, with his ruffled bed hair and sleepy eyes, you might have almost labeled him as cute— were it not for the seemingly permanent scowl set on his face.
You settled your gaze on the water and thought back to how far you’ve all come in the last three years, — as hero’s, as people. How the temper Bakugou had always held, had gotten slightly better, or maybe he was just soft for his classmates now. You had all grown so much, it was hard to believe your time at Yuuei was almost over.
“Oi, What are you thinking about so hard.”
You turned your head towards the blonde who was watching your silent reminiscing.
“You got that stupid look on your face when you’re thinking about something too much,— keep doing that and your brain is going to fry like that dunce face, idiot.”
Ignoring his petty jab, you looked down at your feet and shrugged, “It’s pretty weird that high school’s almost over huh? We’re gonna be adults pretty soon.”
He clicked his tongue at you, “Don’t pull this shit on me y/n, I didn’t let you bother me just so you get all sappy over something lame.”
You looked away and sighed in exasperation, “I’m not gonna get sappy asshole, but just― ah, I don’t know, do you regret anything?”
“Regret?— no, I came to Yuuei to become the best hero ever, and that’s exactly what I did, why would I regret anything? Don’t ask stupid questions you dolt.”
You looked at him pointedly, does he ever run out of insults?
“Ok, fair enough, you did what you came here to do, but being a part of the hero course, we didn’t have the uniform high school experience most kids do.”
You thought of the times when hero training had left you and the other students completely exhausted and mentally drained, to the point where you couldn’t do much other than sleep after class.
“Is there anything you regret missing out on?”
He fixed you with an impatient look, “What is that even supposed to mean.”
You hesitated, “Like, I wish I had tried to get along with everyone better from the beginning, instead of being so closed off. Or I always thought relationships and stuff were stupid, that we’re too young to be thinking of that shit, but Mina and Denki go off about how great it is all the time— and I wonder what it could have been like sometimes.”
You were just saying whatever came to you now, the tiredness clouding your minding completely obliterating any filter of shame you might have had.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before yunno.”
You kept your eyes trained on the water ahead. “It’s probably a stupid thing to regret but, whatever.”
“Hm,— loser.”
You grumbled and looked at him through the corner of your eye, annoyed to see him smirking, — but his gaze held some other feeling you couldn’t quite place.”
You sighed and turned to him, “Ok, — so I’ve spilled my deepest desires to you, now it’s your turn, blasty.”
He rolled his eyes at you like the big extra asshole he is and scowled, holding his hand up menacingly.
“I regret not blowing you’re ass up to the moon the first chance I got, dipshit.”
You frown at him and raise an eyebrow unamused.
Bakugou huffs and rests his hands behind him and looks up at the sky where the stars were clearly visible, un-obscured by the lights of the big city. You wait for him to continue.
“I guess, instead of looking down on everyone around me at first, If I could have accepted their strengths and learned from them, I would have improved even faster and been first from the very beginning. Not that it matters now,― ’m always gonna be the best.”
You smile softly to yourself at that, Bakugou may be a little rough around the edges but he was always giving it his all, and his personality had certainly improved from where he was before.
“Aw.” You shove him with your shoulder, “Look at you being all mature and accepting your faults.”
He snaps his head towards you, “Wha― shut up! Their not faults! I don’t have faults!”
A burst of laughter escaped your mouth and he turned away pouting, you suppressed an eye roll.
You grinned and settled into quiet silence again, this time it was a little more comfortable, but breaking the quiet, Bakugou muttered something else.
“What?”
“I said, I’ve never kissed anyone before either. Damn, get your ears checked y/n.”
You gawked at him. He’s never kissed anyone before? And he had the audacity to make fun of you for it!
“But, you called me a loser for never being kissed before! You hypocritical fucking asshole! What the hell!”
He clenched his jaw and blinked dismissively at you.
“Yea, whatever— so do you want to or not?”
You stared at him in confusion, still slightly peeved at him. “Want to what?” you asked.
“Hah?” He growled. “You’re the one who fucking― fuck, do you wanna kiss or not dumbass!”
Kiss? Bakugou? What?
You gaped at him in disbelief, and your chest tightened around your now furiously beating heart.
You swallowed nervously and studied him, looking for any sign that he might be kidding, or you were imagining this.
One of his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his soft sleep pants and his posture seemed relaxed at first glance but looking closer, you could see that the hand resting behind him was clenched up into a fist, and his face held the slightest signs of a flush spreading across them.
You met his eyes and found yourself unable to look away. Bakugou had a way of intimidating people just by holding eye contact, an intimidating red that could make anyone cower uncomfortably, and like with everything else he does, ― he won’t back down. As if who will look away first is some kind of challenge he needs to win.
But this time, his expression was borderline nervous, shy almost, the scowl never left his face though and his eyebrows creased further, but his voice came out more soft than his usual growl.
“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” He grumbled. “I only suggested it cause you were talking about regrets and kissing an’you shouldn’t graduate regretting shit like a loser―”
“―Ok.” You interrupted.
“Hah? Ok?
The heat you’d been trying to stop from spreading across your face all this time, finally broke through as you shifted tensely.
“Yeah, C’mon it’s fine, I want this.”
His face reddened further and his eyes widened. “Don’t say it like that idiot! It sounds dirty.”
You stuttered and hit him on the shoulder before turning away and burying your face in your hands, “I- It did not! You just need to get your mind out of the gutter, shut up Bakugou!”
“You shut up!”
Ugh, hormonal teenagers!
You took a deep breath and tried to regain your bearings and looked up through your fingers to see that he was watching you closely.
He sighed and glared at you.
“y/n, I can’t kiss you if you’re not looking at me.”
You only peered at him with wider eyes.
How could he change moods so fast? You swore, this boy was going to give you whiplash.
Trying to control your breathing one more time, you let out a shaky breath and removed your hands from your face, looking up at him through you’re eyelashes.
You straightened your back and drew the leg closest to him up so it was in between the two of you, bringing you to face him completely.
Still not able to meet his eyes bored into his unfairly well-built chest, clad in a black night shirt, as if they held all the answers to the world.
You felt his hand brush the side of your arm and wrap his fingers around it, pulling you closer till you could feel his breath on your cheek.
You bit your lip and tilted your head up to look at him. You met his eyes, a deep red in the darkness, and hoped he couldn’t hear your heart beating rapidly even over the wind and the waves.
His other hand came up to graze your face and hooked under your chin, bringing you ever closer to him. He followed your gaze as they fell on his lips and you licked your own unconsciously.
Slowly, you both closed the distance, lips meeting softly in the middle. You stayed still for a moment, and relaxed when he started moving against you, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
Your mind blanked and seemed to go on autopilot after that. Hands moving from your sides to grip his shirt and bunch them into fists, pulling him even closer.
One of his hands snaked around your back, holding you in place while the other caressed your cheek and buried itself in your hair. Your lips molded against each other and you pushed against him a little harder.
For someone who’s never kissed anyone before, he sure was good at it.
The hand in your hair pulled slightly and angled your head upwards and deepened the kiss, you gasped when his tongue slipped out to run over your bottom lip and pulled it in between his teeth.
Your heart fluttered wildly, too much contact all at once and with the kiss moving faster with every passing second, you could only hold on desperately to his shirt, trying to ground yourself from the haze threatening to engulf your mind.
You’re mouths parted and danced recklessly into each other, his movements were controlling and powerful, biting at your lips every so often and running over them with his soft tongue in apology, and you tried to keep up on your side, responding with eager motions and little tugs of your teeth, the low groans he released when you tugged gently at his ash-blonde hair with the hand that had somehow found its way there, a sure sign that you were doing something right.
After what could have been minutes, or hours, only did your part for air. Whatever hesitation you had was gone and you both panted heavily, staring at each other with half-lidded eyes.
Somewhere in you’re intoxicated state, you realized that one of his hand’s hand slipped under your shirt and was running soothing patterns on your back, and you sighed softly at the feeling.
He seemed to realize this and moved his hand away, hesitantly you both drew away from each other. You almost groaned out loud at the loss of feeling and warmth and took in a deep breath.
“Well.” You started, voice a little broken. “That was ― nice.”
He ran a hand through his hair and let out a breathy laugh, you noticed the way his lips were swollen, and his cheeks a slightly red tinge and you couldn’t help the sudden surge of smugness that spread over you, even though you guessed you were in no less of a disheveled state.
“Yea,― nice.” he answered.
He then grinned slyly at you and you’re heart skipped a beat, you just weren’t used to seeing him with such a boyish look you told yourself.
“So then, no more regrets? You look like you enjoyed yourself.”
You sighed deeply and rolled your eyes, sending him a playful glare.
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ran haitani has a reputation to uphold. yet it all comes crumbling down when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. he’s now determined to add your heart to his collection — he is down to do anything
pairings. ran haitani x f!reader
tags. drinking, blackmail, angst, explicit sexual content, smoking, loss of virginity, bullying, introverted reader, misogyny, mental breakdowns, reader hurts ran’s pride & ego, slow burn
word count: 4.4k
notes: annoying smelly drunk mf tries to get on you so tw for that other than that enjoy horny ran ig
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The following day, Ran comes back to the bar along with a lanky dude with black hair and a yellow streak in the middle. You glare at the table not because Ran is there, but because they brought at least 4 girls with them.
Does that bother you? Yes. Should it bother you? No. Should you act like it doesn’t bother you but deep down you know it does? Yes.
After Ran texted you at 2am, you gave him the benefit of the doubt and texted him till the sun started to rise. It was surprisingly relaxing. Maybe it was because you couldn't hear his annoying voice through the text or see his annoyingly attractive face through the screen.
You’ve always been more comfortable texting people rather than talking face to face. Maybe that was the reason why you kind of enjoyed speaking to him. Yea, totally that.
It wasn’t till the natural morning sun hit your room that you finally went to bed, remembering that you had to start your shift in 5 hours. That’s also another reason why you’re in a bad mood. Having 3 hours of sleep-in total wasn’t something you were used to. Especially because Ran is the reason.
To be honest, you knew you were at fault, but blaming Ran was just better. Made you feel more at ease.
You actively try and avoid the table, hoping that Kaash will serve them instead. You deliberately walk directly towards Ran’s table, making him think you’re finally going to serve him just to serve the table directly behind him.
You tried your hardest to keep your poker face on as you smile and talk as sweetly as possible to the middle aged men whilst you wrote down their orders. As soon as you turn around to head back to behind the counter, a hand grabs yours. “Why are you ignoring me?” Ran asks which makes everybody at the table turn to face you.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you admit and tug his hand off of your arm. It’s not long until he approaches you at the front whilst you’re talking to Kaash as you’re cutting up lemon and lime to serve with the men’s drinks.
“[Y/N], are you mad at me?”
“No.”
That was a lie and everybody could tell. Even Kaash silently observed as she took a sip of the glass she was holding before realising it was for a customer. She downed it anyways and grabbed another cup to make another drink whilst she listened in on the conversation.
“We were fine this morning, what happened?” Ran asks again, leaning against the counter as he tries to get an actual answer out of you.
“I’m fine.” You turn around to crush some ice into the drink before pouring the cocktail into the glass and placing the sliced lemon and lime on the rim of the glass.
When you turn back around, you saw the small frown on Ran’s face and you feel a little guilty. Damn your sympathy.
“Look, just drop it Ran. I’m not mad at you, I’m just running on 3 hours of sleep, so stop bothering me unless I do something I regret.”
Rans frown fades and his signature smile is back. “Did baby not get her full nights rest?”
“Baby—, I will spit in your drink if you ever call me that again.” You say as Ran leans in closer. “Empty threat.”
You press your lips together, taking a deep breath before gripping the tray with the cocktails on tight and walking around Ran, heading towards the order table.
Ran turns and watches you hand them their drink, “What’s her problem?” he asks Kaash who just shrugs and continues to mix the drinks together. “By the way, I’m Kaash and [Y/N] told me earlier that I’ll be serving you today along with Kiyomi, our other co-worker.”
At this, he whips his head to face her, “What? Why?”
“Tony said she’s doing good upfront but he wants to see how she works behind the scenes, so she will be working in the back with the other workers tonight.”
“Oh.”
The hours go by and Ran hasn’t bothered you all day surprisingly. That was one problem dealt with. But now Kaash wouldn’t shut the fuck up every time she entered the backroom about how her crush was here. She dragged you towards the window which had access to the whole bar and she pointed over at Ran’s table.
“Ran is your crush?” You ask and she shakes her head.
“No! The other dude!” Her finger reaches out and points at the dude with black and yellow hair. “He’s in my business class!” The two of you watched as he stood up from the table and walked off somewhere, displaying all 6 feet 2. Kaash almost fainted seeing how tall he is. Legs wobbling as she found a bench to sit on to catch her breath. “I can’t go out there like this.”
“Breathe Kaash,” Kiyomi says as he rubs her back to soothe her.
You look back through the window, seeing one of the girls intentionally spill cream down their chin. You cringe as you watch her lean towards Ran asking him to remove it for her.
Is she a child?
Ran brings his thumb out and wipes along her chin. He’s about to grab a tissue to remove the cream from his thumb but she leans down and takes the tip of his thumb in her mouth.
EW....
“Fucking whores,” you grumble to yourself, looking away from the window and turning back to your cutting station.
“She’s been doing that all damn day,” Kaash says as she sees your reaction to the PDA going on at that table. “She tried to do the same to Shuji because he had something on his face but I stepped in and wiped it for him.” Her voice drifted off into a dreamy like state as she thought back to the scene. Shuji’s deep voice thanked her as she wiped the corner of his mouth with some tissue.
“Cute,” you say, looking back to the table, seeing Ran’s arm around the girl and your smile dropped instantly. Kiyomi saw your reaction and stepped forward, looking through the window as she examined the scene. “Oh.... I see what’s going on,”
“What? What’s going on?” Kaash stands up and squeezes between the two of you. Her eyes dart around the room until her eyes land on the scene.
She puts your reaction + the visual right in front of her together before gasping. “YOU LIKE HIM!”
You jolt, startled from her screaming so suddenly until her words actually process in your head. “What? Ew, no!”
They both look at you, clearly not believing you. “I’m serious, I don’t .”
They send each other a look.
“I DONT !” You groan before you decide the best thing is to ignore them and focus on cutting these damn limes. “It’s okay if you do, he’s fucking ho—,”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”
Kaash is about to open her mouth until you cut her off. “Kaash, I will shove this raw lime down your throat if you do not shut up.”
“Hot.”
You raise your hand ready to squirt lime juice in her eyes until Kiyomi steps in between the two of you. “Guys, stop fooling around.” She speaks gently and carefully removes the lime from your hand before you can blind Kaash.
“As much as I’d love to see lime in her eyes—,”
Kaash gasps loudly in betrayal.
“—we still have to work. More people have came in so let’s go.”
***
When Emi and Tony told you there would be a party next weekend at the bar, you had no clue it was the party that Ran was referring to was here at the bar.
You were aware that Emi got invited to a party, but you just assumed it was on campus in someone’s dorm or something. Kaash spent the entire week training you on the do’s and dont’s of tonight and you were feeling very confident that you would do well, but Ran’s appearance threw you off completely.
Especially the way you could feel his stare burning into the back of your head as this random tipsy guy is all over you.
“Excuse me, I have to do my job.” You say, trying not to aggravate the man just as Kaash told you to. Being rude will only upset them and they tend to get violent.
“Let me but you a drink, yeah? I got cash.” He speaks a little too close to your face and you scrunch your nose, the smell of alcohol and beer is so strong and disgusting.
“I work here, I don’t need you to buy me a drink,” you state the obvious, “but thank you for the offer. I’m pretty sure there’s other girls you can buy drinks for.” You try and remove his hand that’s resting on the curve of your hip but instead he just leans in closer and you start to panic.
His hand just isn’t budging.
“I don’t want to buy another girls a drink,” he says, pausing for a moment to burp, “I want youuu~”
A look of panic washes over your face as you desperately try and look around for any of your coworkers, but the bar is filled with so many people that it’s difficult for you to find any. That’s when you lock eyes with Ran.
You look away quickly, back at the man in front of you who keeps on leaning closer with his whiskey scented breath. “Sir, please. I need to do my job.” You bring your hands to his chest and try physically shove him off you.
Instead he just leans towards your ear, whispering, “I’ll tip you extra if you do some special services for me.”
Gross.
“I’m not a prostitue sir. This isn’t the kind of bar for that stuff, please get off me.” You try and stay calm and polite and try and shove at his chest again until the man actually backs away this time.
But it’s not cause of you.
Ran basically lifts the man off the ground by the hold he has on his shirt. “Didn’t she say no? Run along now.”
“W-who are you? Put me down!” The man tries to grab at Ran but fails miserably so he resorts to violence. Clenching his hands into fists and punches Ran straight in the nose.
The impact doesn’t even look like it hurt, looked more like a slap than a punch, Ran didn’t even budge. Except there was blood running down his nose which he wiped away. A breathy laugh escapes his lips as he reaches inside his pocket.
Your eyes dart down and see him pulling out a shiny black metal object. “Ran, I don’t think that’s a good idea-,” you try and stop him but Ran just ignores you and gently pushes you aside. “Ran—,”
The man starts to get scared as he sees a fucking baton tight in Ran’s hold. “Hey, wait— I was just joking, man. It was a joke—,”
“Didn’t find it very funny.” Ran says as he backs the man into a corner. You grab onto Ran’s arm, trying to stop him from hitting the man because he will get kicked out for violence.
“Ran it’s not worth it, just ignore him.” You say as you tug on his jacket sleeve. “Just put it down.”
Ran turns and faces you, seeing the initial look of fear fade from your face, now a small smile resting on your face as you try your hardest to persuade him.
Ran sighs, stuffing his baton back into his pocket. “You got lucky,” Ran turns to face the man who’s backed against the wall, “but if I ever see your face again, I’ll—,”
“Ran.” You say sternly and he shuts up. You notice something dripping down from his nose. “Is that?” You step closer, getting on your tiptoes as you inspect his face. “You’re bleeding.”
“It’s whatever.” He shrugs and you roll your eyes. “Come here.” You grab onto his hand and lead him towards the back room where the ice is kept. “Sit down there,” you point to the counter and he obeys, sitting by the edge.
He watches as you grab a paper towel and wet it under the sink before folding it into a ball. You step towards him, standing between his legs as you gently wipe the blood that’s dripping down. Holding the toilet paper down on his nose, you flick your eyes to his face. “Sorry you got hurt cause of me.”
Ran shrugs, “it’s nothing.”
You still can’t help but look guilty. If only you would have pushed him off you sooner this wouldn’t have happened. Ran notices you don’t say anything and examines your face, seeing the way your inner eyebrows are raised and your gaze is fixed downwards.
“You’re cute when you smile,” he says as he lifts your gaze back to his face by your chin. Your lips twitch into a small genuine smile at his words and you feel his thumb run across your bottom lip. “So cute,” he says so quietly you almost don’t hear it.
You flick your gaze to his lips, only to find out there’s a small cut on his lip. You stare at it intensely but Ran misinterprets your gaze. He leans in and presses his lips to yours. Your first initial reaction was shock cause what the actual fuck is going on—
The kiss was only a peck until he pulls away. He rests both of his hands on your hips, holding you to ensure that you can’t run and ruin this moment before leaning back in, this time using his tongue to run across your bottom lip. You squirm in place as your body feels tingly from all this attention, dropping the wet tissue and bring your hands up to his face as you try and control the kiss but fail miserably.
Ran notices and chuckles against your mouth, pulling away as he leaves a trail of kisses down your jawline to your throat, keeping his fingers under your chin to keep your head tilted upwards to give him access.
The door suddenly bursts open and you part from him so quickly, pretending to look for ice in the freezer. Kaash watches with open eyes, blinking fast as you start pulling ice bags out from the freezer.
“What did I just witness—,”
“Nothing.” You say, not making eye contact with Ran or Kaash, just digging in the freezer for more ice even though you have more than enough at this point.
“Ok, got my ice, bye!” You struggle to hold the 5 bags of ice in your hands but manage to make it out of the door, slamming it with your foot behind you.
“She’s a fucking mess,” Kaash says before turning back to Ran. “Soooo, you and [Y/N] huh?”
“What about it?” Ran licks his bottom lip. The taste of you still fresh, lingering on his lips. This was just a teaser, he wants more. No. He needs more.
“If I didn’t burst in here in time, would you two have fucked in here?”
Ran shakes his head, “way too early for that. I plan on taking my time with her. She’s special.”
“Special, huh?” A grin forms on her face that Ran doesn’t like. “Wonder how she will react if she finds out you think she’s special.”
“You won’t dare.” Ran can see what she’s hinting at, knowing that she’s going to open her big mouth and tell you and ruin his chances completely.
“I will,” she says, “unless you do something for me…” she trails off and Ran raises his brow.
“Get Shuji to dance with me. Please?”
“That’s it?” Ran questions and she nods. “Alright, I’ll do my best.” He hops off the counter and heads for the door, “What’s your name?”
“I served you earlier! You know my name!”
Ran made an oops look with his face, trying to remember. “Whatever, it’s Kaash, oh and tell him like I’m sexy and stuff so he can fall for me.”
“No promises,” Ran says as he shuts the door behind him.
You spend the next hour avoiding Ran. You hate this effect he has on you. It’s not right. It’s not you. You’re watching everybody in their own little groups as they talk and dance to the music blasting out of the speakers. The lights in the room shifting from blue to red as if it was setting a mood.
You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see who it is. “Dance with me.” Ran phrases it like a command not a suggestion.
“I don’t dance.”
“I can teach you,” he holds his hand for you to take it. You look at it, then back at his face. His stupid hot sexy fucking face that you just want to slap for making your body react to him in a lustful way.
“Fine, only cause I’m bored.” You say as you take his hand. You both know that you’re lying.
Reaching the middle of the floor, Ran presses your back flush against his chest, “just do this, okay?” His fingers trail their way down from your waist to your hips, holding them firm as he controls the movement of your body against his.
Everything seems like a blur. Whenever the two of your bodies make contact, you feel a tingling sensation deep inside you. Ran presses up against you even more. At this point, there’s no gap between the two of you.
You lock eyes with Kaash who’s also dancing with a guy. He lifts his head from her neck and you notice it’s Shuji. She actually managed to dance with him. You mouth the words ‘congratulations’ and she winks at you, mouthing ‘you too’ as she points to Ran who’s behind you right now, hands firm your hips.
You suddenly feel hot and very aware of the situation. Watching the way Kaash turns around facing Shuji, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
Am I supposed to be doing that? You question as you look around the room, seeing everybody doing similar actions. You decide to take her lead, turning around and facing Ran which startles him a little.
He preferred the other position because could hide the heat creeping up on his face easier. But now the two of you facing each other, eye to eye, he feels vulnerable.
You wrap your arms around his neck and his grip on you tightens as you press your face into his chest, taking in his scent from his shirt. It makes you feel excited. Almost forgetting who you were dancing with.
Ran can’t take the vulnerability anymore and spins you around, back to the first position. That’s when you feel it, something poking hard against your ass. “You drive me fuckin’ insane,” he pulls you flush against his crotch, “feel what you’re doing to me”
He’s so close to you. You can feel his breath against your ear as he hides his face in the crook of your neck, planting kisses down your shoulder. His hands still controlling the movement and direction of your hips. Every roll of your hips, you come into contact with his hard on.
Ran’s fingers tighten and pulls you even more impossibly closer. You lean your head back, resting against his chest to give him more access. You feel the tickle of his braids on your cheek when his mouth latches onto your exposed skin, sucking hard enough he’s sure there’s going to be a mark.
Everything feels hot that you lose control of your body, listening to your pussy instead. You start to press up against him harder for feel more of him. This wasn’t enough. You needed more.
This was so bad. Code red to be frank. You were getting addicted. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid. The longer you stayed, pressed up against him, the more you were aware of his touch. The press of his soft lips along your neck, tongue darting out and licking along your skin. His fingers trailing down your hips, sliding up to wrap around your waist, like he was trapping you between him.
You feel embarrassed, doing such lewd wanton things in public, till you remember where exactly you are. Your eyes dart around the room seeing everybody doing equally lewd things and you’re surprised to see that nobody stripped down and started fucking raw on the floor yet.
You’re brought back to the scene with Ran when you feel the wetness of Ran’s lips make a slow heated path up to your chin. He removes his hands from your waist and tilts your face back to meet his gaze.
Similar to the stare off the two of you had in the back room not that long ago, his eyes drop down to your lips and you sink your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Ran! It’s my turn to dance now,” an annoying voice squeaks out from behind Ran, startling you.
“Later,” he says as he drops his head back down to your neck, his grip on your body practically squeezing you as he tries to drown out the noise of the girl behind him.
“You promised me!” You can hear the pout in her voice. Ran rolls his eyes and he’s so tempted to pick you up and drag you back to the back room so he can have some privacy but you gently remove his hands from your body.
“I have to go do my job, I got distracted,” you apologise to the girl for the distraction. The moment you step away from him, his entire body feels cold. As if your body was the only source of heat within a 10 mile radius.
“Great! Thank you ma’am,” the girl slides into your spot and instantly latches onto his body, trying to replicate the position Ran had you in before.
You watch from behind the bar as she’s all up on him and you can’t help but feel a little jealous. Not jealous, sad actually. The girl was pretty and had a beautiful body and she seemed really into him. You tried to rip your gaze away from the two but it was damn near impossible, your mind subconsciously flicking your eyes down to where there two bodies were connected.
“How’s the party?“ You turn to the voice and see Hotaro who is sitting on the barstool in front of you.
“It’s okay, I guess.” You pour some water into a cup and down it, trying to cool your body down. You look around and see that everybody has drinks and are satisfied so you no longer need to wait and serve people.
“You thirsty?” You ask him and he shakes his head.
Ran eventually gets annoyed with the girl and he rips her off him like she stuck adhesive glue onto her dress and clung to him. His eyes find the table with his friends and leaves the girl alone on the floor as he sits down next to his brother.
“What’s wrong?” Rindou asks the moment his brother sits. “Nothing.” Ran says, grabbing the first drink on the table and downing it, not caring who it belongs to.
“That chick was fucking hot!” Hanma slumps down next to Ran as he approaches the table. “Thanks for telling me about her by the way.”
Ran nods, twirling the glass in his hand, deep in thought. His eyes flick upwards to the bar, seeing you converse with Hotaro and he grips the glass tight when he watches what happens next.
Hotaro cups your cheek as you stare at him through beneath your lashes. Ran can’t make out what he’s saying, but his lips are moving and you smile, similar to the one that you gave him in the back room.
“You’re so pretty. Did I ever mention that?” Hotaro says as he examines your face. You shake your head and he smiles, biting his lip considering whether he should just go for it.
“Can I kiss you?”
No Hotaro you can’t😒
Decided yn needed to stop being a pussy and get some action🐐
Since it appears as if you are taking requests, could I please have Broly with a human!reader who sees him in his Legendary Super Saiyan form, only to try to calm him and assure him that they're not scared of him? Please??
you come into my house and choose violence against my heart. I respect that ♥ this probably turned out waaaayyy more dramatic than you must have meant but it's what came to me with this concept. may years of watching lnukaq not let me down!
now i can't stop thinking about how broly and inuyasha are alike, like they both basically had subjugation necklaces, temper tantrums, and had one being from their past they cherished until a bad thing traumatized them. I have not known a night of peace since putting that together.
Pairing: Broly (DBS) x Female Human Reader
Rating: E ( everyone )
Warning: ( canon-typical violence, established relationship )
The howl that filled the skies caused the lands to quiver below, everything in the surrounding area darkened in contrast to the presence of gold and green power rising over the horizon in a pillar of light. The explosive force erratically tore up the crust of the Earth and knocked you off your balance as it crumbled under your feet, unable to withstand the shockwaves of a stray blast burrowing down and making the ground less stable. You quickly moved from the area, abandoning your car before the ground swallowed you up with it, doing your best to dodge the others falling randomly around you.
The blasts look so familiar and the thought unsettled you to the suspected origins. The Earth had enough fighters capable of this sort of destruction, but none that would actively do so these days. Aside from the God of Destruction himself, there was only one other who carried a power this overwhelming and frightening. Your heart raced as you ran towards the pillar of light, the image alone filling your mind with the worst possible situations the further away it felt with the ground crumbling around you even from here, making your trek more tedious and your heart more anxious. The light vanishes, but the darkness of the surroundings remains. It felt too quiet now, only as you drew closer to the would-be battlefield did the chaotic sounds of a harsh conflict start to find you with flashes of the golden-green and blue guiding you in the right direction. Another frenzied howl echoed across the sky and sent a shiver down your spine when you recognized the voice.
Goku and Broly never trained on Earth before. You don't really know what prompted them to do so today, but even an innocent idea like that couldn't have led to this outcome. You would imagine they would be more careful, but somehow you knew something went very wrong this time. You knew Broly was the one behind this.
You were able to look up in time to catch glimpses of your other warrior friends closing in on the area as well. They flew by without noticing you below and that made you more afraid.
What were they going to do to him? What if they hurt him? All the time he spent with you felt like it was disappearing in your worries, driving you to keep moving in closer, faster. Even in the worst-case scenario your brain could conjure up, you wouldn't let anyone bring him harm. Surely this situation couldn't be intentional, not for the Broly you had gotten to know. All you could do was think of him, worry for him, hoping to get to him in time to help somehow. Whatever a simple human like yourself could do against a power like this, the smart thing to do was to leave this to the others but your heart won't let you. You would only feel more awful for not trying to do something.
It felt like you had been climbing over the debris forever before you could finally see what became of the battlefield. Your eyes could barely track the bodies of light zipping around above, the speed at which the more white and golds were knocked away where the golden-green and blues seemed to run circles around each other until the others returned was inhuman. It appeared they were all trying to overpower him, earthlings, super saiyans, and namekian alike, and they were failing at every turn. As your eyes tried to follow, your feet slowly carried you onward before picking up into a run to become visible. It was then you felt both your arms grabbed and tugged back, forcibly being held back from approaching any further. You look at each side finding the youngest super saiyans Trunks and Goten pulling on each of your arms, informing you of Piccolo and Goku's orders to remove you from this place as it had become too dangerous for even them.
You immediately struggled, attempting to pull yourself free from them and insisting on staying. You were not leaving until you got to talk to Broly about this. It was then a heavy green light warped over everything as far as your eyes could see, condensing into a single ball of energy where Broly hovered in the sky and both boys started to panic at the way the larger saiyan aimed it towards his current downed target, Gohan.
"Broly, stop!" You cried out at the top of your lungs, your voice carried up into the sky. Everyone stilled, even Broly. He peered down over his shoulder where you stood with the two younger saiyans and a low growl rumbled in his throat before he dashed down with the ki blast in hand, ready to fire. Vegeta donning his Super Saiyan Blue attempted to intervene only to be cast off by the awaiting blast, and Goten and Trunks started to pull on you with more force, lifting you from the ground against your will. The powerful momentum of Broly's landing blew you all back however, knocking you all to the ground with the two boys cushioning your fall. You recover quick enough to take in the menacing sight before you, feeling the heat of his power resonating through the distance between you.
It was a shocking display, leaving you stunned in your observation. The imposing size of this man seemed to tower you even with such a gap between you and the angry expression of vacant white eyes was just as terrifying. All bathed in a glow of the golden-green flame around him. "What...happened to you...?" Your voiceless words left your quivering lips. This couldn't be Broly, but your eyes could not deny the prominent scars across his exposed torso nor the distinguishing pelt still tied around his waist. And the scream he let out to the skies with his power building up once again, vibrating the ground until it shattered beneath his feet and the shockwaves darting around you causing you cry out with fear. You tried to shield your face from the increased heat and pressure pushing against you.
You couldn't see what his next move would have been, but you look up in time finding the Blue Goku holding back Broly's large fist and the ground beneath shaking again under their opposing might. Piccolo quickly snatches you by your arm to remove you but is ultimately knocked away by a flung Goku and the two clear a bit of distance. Leaving you standing alone in the wake of the Legendary Super Saiyan. His footsteps rattle the ground as he moved in towards you, heaving with vigor to continue fighting. It appeared to just be you and him until Goten and Trunks jumped in for a final time, both of their powerful fists simultaneously colliding with Broly's face, and yet he did not flinch an inch at their combined effort. He quickly swatted them both with a single swing of his arm, sending them flying off.
"Broly!" You call out to him, his menacing leer snapping back to you with the same savage look he gave the others and you stepped back a little. "I-It's me. It's (y/n)!... Don't you recognize me?" Pushing through all instincts to run away, you tried to calm your breathing and clenched your fists. You forced a smile through your terror and took a step closer to him, stopped only by the sudden growl. "Hey, it's me." You announced more calmly, taking another step closer. "Y-you must be so afraid right now. It's okay." As you raised a cautious hand out to him, you see him bare his teeth. His own fists clench and he expels more power knocking you off your feet and sending you rolling across the ground. The heat of it was unbearable. But you find a means to climb back up to your feet. Catching your breath, you start to walk toward him again.
"I'm not leaving you!" You shout over to him. "I'm...I'm not afraid!" For whatever holding his attention would mean for you, you can't stop trying for him. Behind this monstrous power was someone you cherished tremendously and you couldn't fathom not trying to help him through this with your own strength. "I'm here, Broly! I'm here for you. It's okay." You can't make out the movement of his eyes, but the way his head tilted down as he watched you gave you hope. "Remember, please. This doesn't control you." Finding yourself once again close enough, you lift your hand more slowly reaching out to him. Broly in his rigid posture lifts a foot, taking a step back. The seething look on his face started to recede and the tension of his clenched jaw gave way.
"S-Stay!" The guttural sound of his voice warned you, then pleaded back to you. "Stay...back!" He retreated in a few more steps, but you pursued forward. The fighters around you are astonished by the display, keeping their distance to watch but close enough to jump in to save you if needed. Yet it didn't seem like Broly wanted to hurt you. He's responding to you and he's backing down, something they couldn't get him to do before everything got out of hand.
"I won't." You stated. "Not until... I know you're okay."
Broly's heavy breath hitched with surprise at you. His fists shook in their tight clench before he relaxed his hands. His head lowers, filling his hands with his own hair and face, gripping his head as he growled with pain. His aura fluctuated between sharp and erratic beats and smoother flowing pulses before he shook the earth for a final time dropping to his knees and doubling over. Through the overwhelming power trying to maintain a hold over the reigns of his body, he forces it down with his willpower. To his aid, he feels himself being embraced. Your arms wrapped around his head and pulled into your trembling body. "You can do it, Broly. I know you can." Your sobs fell to his ears as you pressed your face into the wild golden hair. A comforting warmth bloomed in his chest making his heart skip. The power withdrew.
With a deep sigh, his tense muscles relaxed and he seemed to shrink down in your hold to normal size. His hands slipped free of you and collapsed to the ground as he pressed his face alone into your hold. His hair fell back into its natural dark pattern which you quickly took notice of. You pull back a little to see his tired dark eyes looking back up at you. A relieved smile fills your teary face and you fall to your knees as well, pulling his head over your shoulder to embrace him tighter.
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“Happy Rainyday” was drawn by Pachi/Amepati; originally published in the Dragothology.
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