#AND he asked how i knew the things and i was like... oh no reason like i know this for no reason

[norrissm]

⌗ the art of latte hearts — ln4

barista!lando. fluff. lando makes latte art hearts on your drinks — upon confrontation, he stumbles over an awkward confession. you and i by tom speight. ★ LIBRARY

you were a regular at the cafe. lando had noticed the first time you walked in. “a vanilla latte please,” you’d said.

the ding of the overhead bell of the door at exactly 9 o'clock in the morning, the exasperated look in your eyes before the coffee would kick in, ordering the same drink - sometimes swapping in an americano too - he knew it all too well.

the moment when you’d leave, muttering a “thanks lando” turning around to leave with a smile, he felt like he’d do this forever if that meant hearing his name from your lips.

and when it starts happening, lando doesn't know either. hands carefully, almost absentmindedly, drew a heart on your coffee, passing it to you as a confession spoken in the quiet, unknown to you.

max had noticed it nonetheless. wiping the mugs one day he’d said “mate she either has no clue or is waiting for you to up your game.” lando had feigned innocence calling it a ‘baseless allegation’ before chucking a cloth at him.

it got him thinking that night. did you see it simply as latte art?

it took your friend nothing to ruin lando’s day a few days later. pointing out the heart to you. “how’s it he makes hearts for you and this,” she motioned at her coffee. “this rather amazing tulip on mine?”

you’d never paid attention to this before, choosing to peacefully live with the fact that your barista crush made hearts on your coffee and not ruin your mood by being nosy enough to see if he did with others.

“i’m sure that’s a procedure for them. y’know latte art.”

“no, latte hearts,” she emphasised beckoning over to the other cups littered across the cafe. flowers, smiles and even some swirls but no hearts in sight.

“it’s textbook barista flirting.” she said. “and i know you fancy the curly-haired too. might as well do something about it y’know.” eyes wide over the rim of the coffee mug.

which is why you found yourself at the counter again. having finished the latte waiting for lando to be done with an order. max had excused himself from the register to take over, ushering him away from the matcha he was working with.

lando straightened up seeing you again. “another latte?” he asked. a charming smile adorning his face.

oh, how you loved this smile. the reason you kept coming back to this cafe, a solid 20-minute walk from your dorm. worth it you’d think.

“another latte heart?” you teased. lando blinks. “what?”

“you seem to be enjoying practising latte hearts on my coffee.” you gesture to your coffee. lando laughs, a little too quickly. “pfft, no, it’s just, uh—just muscle memory, y’know? been making a lot of hearts lately.”

“only on my drinks, though,” you counter, raising an eyebrow. “seems like a very specific muscle memory.”

“okay, yeah, um… so, funny thing…” he scratches the back of his neck, cheeks dusted pink. “it’s kind of a—i don’t know—stupid barista crush thing? i started doing it without thinking, and then i thought maybe you’d notice, but then you didn’t, and i just… kept doing it?” he exhales sharply, shaking his head. “wow, that sounds weird out loud.”

the words hang between you, and he looks like he wants to crawl under the counter. you bite back a smile. “oh? and what if i like you too?” lando blinks. “wait—really?”

you tap the mug with a finger. “yeah. maybe you could’ve tried, i don’t know, using words instead of milk foam?”

he grins, boyish and bright. “okay. how about this—can i take you out sometime?”

you pretend to think for a second, just to see him squirm. then, with a sip of your coffee, you smile.

“i’d like that.”

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[urprettylildoe]

people like yandere gardener didn't get to complain about their lack of privileges. It's all people like him had.

so when his friend told him about a rich lady looking for a gardener for her house, the opportunity was too good not to pass up.

Upon reaching the estate, the first thing he noticed was that it was huge. It stood lavish and imposing, flanked by stone gates. Lush green lawns surrounded the area, dotted with flower beds.

If his breath wasn't taken away then, it sure was when a soft voice spoke behind him.

"Hi!" he turned his head to see you; a stunning woman dressed elegantly and adorned in luxury — the definition of class. "you must be the gardener we hired."

Ah, you were the one who hired him (his friend had spoken to you prior, but he hadn't met you in person before).

He found himself smiling warmly, fidgeting with his collared shirt, wondering if you noticed how it was slightly ripped at the hem. "Yes, ma'am, that's me."

"Oh, you don't know how much of a relief it was to finally find a good gardener. It means a lot for you take up the job," you were practically bouncing on your toes with barely-restrained delight.

Damn, he sure did win the lottery with this one. Nice paying job and a gorgeous lady-?

All the illusion was shattered when a deep, authorative voice spoke behind.

"There you are, sweetie. I was wondering where you went," a mature, wealthy-looking man wrapped an arm around you.

The young gardener's face drained of all colour when you cuddled into him, a dreamy smile on your lips that was reserved just for the intruder. It seemed like had spoken too soon for his own good.

"Darling, this is the gardener i was telling you about." you looped your arm through your husband's.

It seemed like yandere gardener had a thorn in his side. But he was never one to let precious things slip through his fingers. So in front of your husband, he nodded his head in respect.

You showed him around the garden, rambling on and on. It wasn't't everyday that he'd find a lady as sweet as you to work for. Nowadays, they all curled their lips in disdain at anyone who they couldn't leech off of for their money.

But you? Never you.

Always bringing him inside, offering him a cold beverage, smiling all pretty. C'mon baby, don't you know that you're practically begging him to take what he wants?

He decided to test the waters one day, see if you would reciprocate. He comes in, sweaty and chest bared as usual, while you're sat down on the plush couch flipping through a magazine.

You look up, asking: "oh, you're done already?"

Stretching, he sauntered over to you, "yeah, nothing too hard for little ol' me." that comment made you laugh, your eyes squinting adorably and making his jeans awfully tight.

Sometimes, when your husband's away, he imagines what life would be if he was yours. Coming home from his fancy job, kissing you senseless and cuddling up to you.

A man could only dream. But he's spent all his life dreaming, so is it really wrong to turn this one into reality?

"Here; let me pour you a drink"

His fingertips brushed your arm as you pour him a drink, a spark sizzling between both of you. Yet, you continued to hand him the cup. You were so loyal to an undeserving man it hurt.

He knew that your relationship seemed to be good — always all over each other. Still, you could be going through something far worse behind closed doors.

So, he'll bid his time, then sweep you off your feet.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The house was busy as usual, but not for the same reasons.

Your cheeks were stained with fresh tears, usual attire swapped out for black clothes. Your mother-in-law, equally devastated, tried to console you, but something tells you it wouldn't heal the wound burnt into your chest.

Blunt force trauma resulting from a fall down the stairs.

Your thoughts were jumbled. Your heart was heavy. It was too much. How could you have let this happen? How did you not notice him while he was asleep? Were you such a horrible wife not to hear him fall? How-

"Ma'am?"

You looked up to see the gardener. Somehow, amidst your weeping, you had found yourself back inside the house. His face was softened in concern, and his shaggy hair hung over his eyes.

Sniffling: "yes, yes, i'm fine."

Silence hung in the air afterwards. You didn't fool him. A beat later, " no, you're not."

Unable to hold it all in, your tears spilled over your cheeks once again. "Sobs ripped harshly from your throat.

Too grief-ridden to notice the way his arms wrapped around you so intimately, or how he smiled against his hair, cooing over your state and hushing you. Too vunerable to even refuse his wandering touch.

The days after that were a blur. At times, you were angry at the world. Other times, you were wallowing in your room, curled up on your shared bed. Even too tired to even cry some days.

But he was there. Caring. Hovering. Loving.

He picked you back up on your feet, holding you at rock bottom, reassuring you. It felt rationalised in his mind, almost like a partner comforting his husband. You were too depressed to even pay any mind to him or even assume that he was doing this out of anyone but sympathy,

"Why do you stick around?" You asked one day. Your voice was hoarse, nose runny and eyes puffy. "I appreciate you caring for me but there's no need — you don't get paid enough to do this."

Sitting in your bed, he smiled fondly and brushed a hair out of your face. It was cute how you thought he was in it for the money. "I don't need to get paid to take care of you, ma'am." A pause. "You're already doing enough by letting me stay here with you."

You were so oblivious. You didn't need to know about that his death wasn't exactly an accident. More like a push in the right direction to put it simply.

And when you begin to heal from the tender wounds, he'll glue the pieces of your heart back together in the places he wants them to be. He'll take care of you.

Yandere gardener who every day when he watches you sleep justifies his actions by reminding himself that your late husband didn't deserve all of this wealth and a loving wife.

He did.

[aphroditelovesu]

Poison - Aftermath

❝commission: an 'aftermath' type one shot. In part, I'd like to see what happens right after Alexander joins and Y/n in their room. I'd also be curious to see how Roxanna's father would handle the fallout of the attempted poisoning. Idk, I find the idea of an ambitious man like Oxyartes scrambling to cover his ass funny. — requested by 💻 anon.

❝ 📜 — lady l: oh, I confess I enjoyed writing this. If you pay attention, there are slight spoilers for the future of TLQ! I felt bad for Roxanna, I won't lie. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! :))

❝tw: mild angst, mention of attempted murder, mention of injuries, and implied threat.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

❝word count: 1,303.

— poison (part one).

Your tent was quiet. The guards outside were silent, but you knew they were there.

Not that you complained. You knew their presence was to protect you, especially after what happened at the banquet today.

Roxanna had tried to poison you.

In a not-so-subtle way, and worse, in front of Alexander and the others. You knew she felt threatened, not only by you but by the babies you were carrying. Alexander didn't know yet that you were expecting twins, but still... She had threatened your life and the life of his child.

And that wouldn't go unpunished.

You heard Roxanna's screams even in your tent and didn't want to think too much about what was happening. You knew she probably would be and was being whipped, since that was one of Alexander's favorite forms of punishment, but you didn't want to think about what that entailed.

It should have revolted you, made you furious and terrified, but... You didn't. You didn't feel bad about it, not when she threatened not only your life but the lives of your unborn children.

Maybe it was your maternal instincts kicking in, but you couldn't feel the slightest bit of guilt or empathy for Roxanna's situation.

She brought this on herself.

Sighing heavily, you sat down on the cot, knowing that you would have to wait until Alexander returned. He had always slept in your tent since your kidnapping and you hadn't complained. You had come to enjoy his company, even love him in your own way and having him by your side didn't bother you anymore.

After what seemed like hours, Alexander entered the tent, his steps heavy and his breathing irregularly, as if he had run a marathon.

"It's done." He said and sat down next to you, looking at your face as if searching for something. You could tell that he seemed worried that you were mad at him.

But you weren't. If it had been a few months ago, you would have been, but now...

"Good." Was the only thing you said and he seemed surprised.

"Aren't you mad?" Alexander asked slowly, taking your hand in his, squeezing it lightly.

"No." You sighed and squeezed his hand back, "Roxanna shouldn't have tried to poison me. She should have known it wouldn't work."

Alexander frowned, surprised and a little apathetic at your indifference. You had changed and he didn't know what to make of those changes.

Well, at least you weren't mad at him.

"I wanted to kill her." Alexander confessed, pulling you into a loving hug, your head pressed against his chest. "But I know that's not a viable option."

You hummed in agreement.

"You're the King but you know that killing your Queen isn't a good thing to do. Not... Not without a good reason." You mumbled.

"And her trying to murder you, our child, isn't that reason enough?" He pulled you away a little, looking at your face with confusion. "How are you not angry about this? You could have been killed!"

You could feel the panic, the fear of losing you in his words.

"She wouldn't have killed me. I'm not that stupid, Alexander. I know she doesn't like me but I don't think you should kill her." You said, kissing his cheek as a way to calm him down.

Alexander took a deep breath and took your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all his fear and love into the kiss. And by the gods, he was scared.

You pulled away after a few seconds.

"And she's not my Queen." Alexander corrected you, your faces pressed together. "You're my Queen. My only Queen."

You smiled at his words, feeling your heart skip a beat in your chest. You knew you were falling in love, or maybe you were already in love with Alexander and didn't care. He was good for you, in his own way.

Alexander caressed your face and kissed your forehead, murmuring against it, "I guess you were wrong when you told me to marry her."

You bit your lower lip. "Give her time. She's still young."

"You're young too. We're young, (Y/N)." Alexander grumbled, hugging you again. He was shaking slightly and you couldn't tell if it was from anger or fear. Maybe both. "And even so, I never tried to kill my stepsibilings."

You laughed. "You didn't, maybe, but your mother did."

Alexander smiled for the first time since that situation. "Well... I can’t argue with that." He kissed you again gently.

"And I can take care of myself." You murmured against his lips. "Don’t worry. I won't let her or anyone else hurt me."

Alexander looked deep into your eyes and said, "If she tries to do anything to you again... I will kill her. I don't care if there are repercussions. I will do it slowly and without remorse. And I'll enjoy it.''

His gaze softened and you sighed. Maybe you should have been scared or worried, but all you felt was a rush of affection. Knowing that he was so in love with you, that he loved you so much, that he was willing to go against his own laws, his own morals, made you feel warm inside.

It made you feel loved.

"And I expect nothing less." You whispered and let him kiss you again, laying you down on the cot, his calloused but comforting hands caressing your round belly and your sides.

The lit torches cast a glow in the darkness of the tent that mingled with the moans and the sounds of your bodies moving against each other.

You were safe in his arms and that was all that mattered to Alexander. That was what he kept telling himself as he made love to you again and again.

Oxyartes was furious.

He just didn't know if it was with Alexander or with his own daughter. With her stupidity.

Oxyartes stared at his daughter's scarred back in horror. The marks, the scars that the lashes she received would leave, would mark her forever. Blood dripped from the wounds and Roxanna's grunts of pain made him shudder at the barbarity that had been committed against her.

Alexander did this. It was a punishment, a clear warning that any form of conspiracy, of disrespect against him, against (Y/N) and their unborn child, would not be tolerated.

"It hurts..." Roxanna whimpered as one of the servants carefully dabbed a damp cloth over the wounds.

Oxyartes crossed his arms, his dark eyes shining with uncontained hatred. It wasn't just toward Alexander, but toward his own daughter.

"What were you thinking when you decided to try to poison your husband's first wife so blatantly?" He growled each word, his hatred palpable. "Have I taught you nothing?!"

Roxanna's tears kept falling and he grew increasingly frustrated. Sure, he was upset that his daughter had been hurt, but he was more concerned about what this could mean for him, Bactria, and his people.

They had been spared, yes, but Alexander was a vengeful man and he could punish everyone for Roxanna's reckless actions.

There was no limit to what Alexander could do. Not when it came to (Y/N).

They needed to be careful.

Oxyartes dismissed the servants and helped Roxanna to her feet.

She trembled in her father’s arms and he touched her face, his touch gentle, a contrast to the anger that shone in his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, father..." She whispered, her voice weak.

"It's okay, my little star," He said, caressing her cheek tenderly. "Everything will be fine."

But the way he was looking at her, his eyes so full of anger and disappointment, Roxanna knew that nothing would be fine. She had made a terrible mistake.

One that could cost her, them, everything. And he would have to discipline her properly.

[lov3lyl3tters]

“Sit Still, Princess”

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Summary: You suck at braiding your own hair. Bellamy doesn’t. Unfortunately, that means letting him touch it—and he’s never going to let you live this down.

You hated your hair.

Okay, maybe that was dramatic.

But after twenty minutes of struggling to braid it and failing spectacularly, you were dangerously close to ripping it all out.

With an aggressive sigh, you ran your fingers through the tangled mess, glaring at your reflection in the dull metal sheet someone had propped up near the drop ship.

You had one goal: keep your hair out of your face.

Apparently, that was too much to ask.

Your latest attempt looked like… well, like you’d let a child braid it. While blindfolded.

You barely had time to process your frustration before a familiar voice cut through the air.

“Oh, wow,” Bellamy said, arms crossed as he stopped in front of you. “What happened to you?”

You scowled. “What?”

Bellamy tilted his head, nodding toward your hair. “Did you get into a fight?”

You huffed. “No.”

“Because it definitely looks like you lost.”

You groaned, grabbing a stick and chucking it at him. He dodged it easily, his smirk only widening.

“Go away, Bellamy,” you grumbled, attempting to salvage your disaster of a braid.

Bellamy did not go away.

Instead, he plopped down beside you, watching with obnoxious amusement. “What exactly were you trying to do?”

You hesitated.

Because admitting defeat—even to yourself—was one thing.

Admitting it to Bellamy?

That was a completely different beast.

“…Nothing,” you muttered.

Bellamy raised an eyebrow. “Oh, sure. Because it really looks like nothing.”

You rolled your eyes. “I was trying to braid it.”

Bellamy studied you for a second, then reached out and tugged lightly on a loose strand. “And you failed.”

You swatted his hand away. “You are so annoying.”

Bellamy just smirked. “Move.”

You blinked. “What?”

He gestured for you to turn around. “Move.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why?”

Bellamy sighed like you were the most difficult person alive. “Because someone’s gotta fix that disaster, and clearly, that person is not you.”

Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me—”

Before you could argue, Bellamy just grabbed your shoulders and turned you around.

And—

For some reason—

You let him.

⸻

You expected Bellamy to be rough.

You expected him to yank at your hair like an older brother tormenting his kid sister.

What you didn’t expect?

Was for his hands to be… gentle.

It was unsettling.

He gathered your hair with practiced ease, fingers threading through the strands, untangling them like he’d done it a hundred times before.

And maybe he had.

You shifted slightly, uncomfortable with the quiet between you. “Where’d you even learn to braid?”

Bellamy hummed. “Octavia.”

You blinked. “You braided Octavia’s hair?”

He huffed out a soft laugh. “Yeah. She liked it. And, well… someone had to learn.”

You hesitated.

Bellamy rarely talked about his sister like this.

Sure, everyone knew how protective he was over her. But this?

This was something… different.

Something softer.

Something that made your chest feel too warm.

You swallowed. “So, what you’re telling me is… you’re an expert?”

Bellamy snorted. “Hardly.”

“But you have been braiding longer than me.”

“That’s not exactly a high bar, princess.”

You groaned, kicking backward at his leg. “You love being insufferable, don’t you?”

Bellamy chuckled, tying off the end of the braid with a small piece of twine. “Absolutely.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could retort, he let your hair fall against your back with a satisfied hum.

You reached back, fingers brushing over the braid.

And, okay.

You hated to admit it.

But it was… really good.

Like, annoyingly good.

Bellamy nudged your shoulder. “Satisfied?”

You huffed. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.”

Bellamy just smirked. “Oh, princess. You know I’m never letting this go.”

[jjennuine]

ㅤ𓈒 ㅤ𓈒 ㅤ𓈒 HEADLIGHTS

◦ RIEPILOGO ─── a reluctant late-night car ride with the campus playboy, lee heeseung.

❪ 日语 ❫ playboy!heeseung & fem!rea 1OOO fluff suggestive pining ◜ᯅ◝ making out skinship playboy hee

notes 𓈒 ㅤ𓈒 ㅤ𓈒 back from writing hiatus……hello ! ◜•◝ also this is NOT proofread don’t expect it to be pls 😞

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the rain dripped on your skin, sending shivers through your body, goosebumps forming on your arms. a cold breeze swept over you, only making you regret the decision to let your friend take off without you.

you wandered through the rain-soaked streets, feeling alone after a party. frustration welled in you as your damp clothes clung uncomfortably to your body, a groan leaving your mouth, trying to ignore the cars driving by.

however, amidst the rain, one car stood out to you. a sleek black vehicle racing forward, coming to an abrupt halt the moment it approached you.

the epitome of a nightmare,the very definition of slutry and sin, and the campuses it boy, lee heeseung.

(⌒▽⌒more under cut)

“why are you alone, pretty girl?” heeseung teased, his tone a mix of flirtation and curiosity. his bambi-like eyes staring at yours with confusion as he took in your soaked figure, a brow raised as he rolled the car window down.

"you need a ride?" heeseung asked casually, his trademark seductive gaze fixed on you. "i can drive you home." his tone was light, but there was an evident suggestive in it, making you feel frustrated from his tone.

"i'm fine, thank you." you never liked heeseung, he had a new girlfriend every week and never once maintained a lasting relationship. it was clear he was a player, yet his good looks and charm seemed to blur his flaws in everyone else's eyes — except for yours.

you saw right through him, this wasn’t the first time he tried to lure you into his trap of sultry.

“you’re gonna get sick, plus, you live thirty minutes away” heeseung tried to reason — making you roll your eyes, clenching your jacket tighter as heeseung couldn’t fight the urge to chuckle at your stubbornness.

“how do you know where i live?” defensively, you glared at heeseung. “i’ve been there before, remember what happened after that halloween party?”

oh, and you forgot one last reason on why you despised and swore that you’ll never fall in love with lee heeseung.

it was after a haloween party — you were rushing through a bustling crowd. you remember falling in love with heeseung at first sight, he seemingly so perfect for you. he had a drink in his hand, looking at a girl with low eyes, seeming so alluring even without any effort.

feeling tipsy and drunk in love, you found yourself in a secluded room with the man you believed would be your dream come true, lost in the tension between you two.

but everybody knows one thing about heeseung. he never stays, but he’ll always linger around your mind.

frustrated with heeseung, you couldn’t string words together to express how badly you wanted to see heeseung miserable by throwing a table at his head, glaring at him further with resentment as you scoff, walking away to avoid losing your cool.

“please baby, just set your dying hate for me aside for one night” you walked faster, yet he drove to match your pace. “angel, it’s dark out.” you hated how sincere he looked, a warm and shining light reflecting in his eyes from the bright streetlights around you two.

yet, you couldn’t seem to deny him, your drenched body and the sweet look on his eyes making you stop for a minute. you hesitantly made eye contact with heeseung, sighing as you reluctantly nod, huffing as you enter the car, heeseung lending you a towel to dry your body.

as heeseung drove away, you couldn't resist staring at him. he resembled a fallen angel — beautiful and pure on the outside, yet, you knew it was all a facade. his lies were so sweet that they could rot anyone's teeth, so sweet that it could hypnotize anyone woman in love. it was like he possessed a power to make even the most empty promises feel genuine and sincere.

you sat in the passenger seat, the sound of raindrops falling against the window easing your nerves slightly. the silence felt comforting rather than awkward as you gazed at the road ahead, admiring the bright headlights illuminating the dark, rainy weather.

a few minutes of silence passed, and heeseung decided to break it. “what is it that you hate about me so much?” he asked with a boyish grin, looking at you with his bambi eyes — then hesitantly moving to your lips.

“well, first, you’re the most insufferable person i’ve ever met” heeseungs grin faltered to a lazy smirk, nodding as he urged you to continue. “mhm, and what else?” he murmured softly, his voice coy. “you've probably kissed over fifty women in the past month,” heeseung chuckled at your snarky remark, the sound of his laugh making you reluctantly feel butterflies in your stomach.

“well, I’ve actually only kissed three,” he replied with a lazy smile, making you feel a flutter from his messy wavy hair. heeseung hummed, fingers dancing on the steering wheel. “mhm, that’s pretty impressive for you,” you muttered, leaning against the seat relaxed.

heeseung couldn’t resist stealing glimpses from you, his gaze lingering shamelessly. his desire was clear, and he was determined to make sure you knew it.

"but you don’t hate me, do you?" he teased, and you scoffed, unsure how to reply. it was clear you didn't hate him, but you couldn’t let desire consume you again, no matter how strong the temptation felt.

"i know what you’re doing" you replied, surprised as heeseung thumb brushed against your wrist. confused, you tilted your head, observing him steer into an empty parking lot — not being able to read his face.

you recognized his little game, his familiar play of seduction. he’d seduce his next girl, get what he wants, then leave like it meant nothing to him. you knew it all too well, the cycle repeating over and over again. yet, this time, it felt different, it felt more — intimate.

heeseung leaned closer, the distance between your faces only inches apart. you felt his hot breath on your cold skin, and you couldn’t help but fall under his spell at the way he stared at your lips, the thrill eating you alive.

“this isn’t a good idea…” you whispered, soft enough that heeseung could hear you. “then tell me to stop.”

you couldn’t fight the urge to connect your lips with his, the thrill to do something wrong enveloping you, wanting nothing more than to close the distance. the desperate look in his eyes, his hand that’s sneaking down your waist, and his plump soft lips catching your attention — you couldn’t say anything but the word “yes”.

you replied with a yes, and heeseung gently brought a hand to your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear before connecting his lips with yours.

the kiss was nothing more than desperate and filled with desire. he leaned you against the side of your seat and his lips on yours felt addicting, like a drug. he gently fist your hair in his hands and pulled you in deeper, making you gasp when he gently bit your bottom lip.

this was a bad idea, but you couldn't stop. he was alluring, and he pulled you in just like he wanted. it was too late to turn back — and now here you are, making out with the campus playboy you swore you despised.

[utilitycaster]

stopping a little pre-break to go to the gym, and this is also a little salty and in response to the ask I deleted but once again the idea that the Mighty Nein didn't follow plot hooks and meandered and whatever is just instant "oh you're stupid." like, I think they followed weirder plot hooks, but they did in fact consistently follow plot hooks or organically ended up via dice rolls:

from Trostenwald, headed to Zadash, which was a pretty natural progression given how many of them had interests leading to an urban center; Alfield detour because it was literally on fire

followed the mail that Beau stole to Zadash

Took TONS of opportunities in Zadash, eventually deciding to get out of town as they (understandably) didn't want to get involved in the war; took a job with the Gentleman who was part of the hook from the mail Beau stole and tied into Jester's backstory, though that wasn't something they knew at the time (but was a person one would want the party to meet so that the payoff would hit right...consider how flat all the Apex War stuff fell in C3 because no one followed any sidequests/investigation about it)

Did the jobs for the Gentleman and a few things that popped up en route; Molly's death

Found the letter from Avantika at the Sour Nest and it served as an opportunity to see Jester's family; followed that hook

accidentally stole a pirate ship, pirates arc, Fjord's plot becomes relevant, followed that to a reasonable point of stoppage given that Fjord didn't want to unleash Uk'otoa and Avantika was dead

Returned, in part because Felderwin had been attacked which was of relevance to Nott; stopped by Yussa's out of curiosity re: cool shit in the world [doing interesting things on a thursday! what a concept]

The discovery that Yeza had been taken leads them to Xhorhas and drives their plot from there up to and including giving the beacon over to the Bright Queen

I will admit the episodes in the 60s get a little "what do we do next" but they still serve a vital purpose of showing them the perspective of The Other (the Kryn) after a strongly Empire (and coast) perspective that quickly picks up once they start following the start of the angel of irons plot, which carries them through Yasha being taken

Follow Caduceus's visions and Fjord's pact-breaking (70-76) and then return to chasing Yasha

Upon multiple failures, seek out Yussa, masterfully DM-ed introduction of Allura and the return of the Happy Fun Ball to not only provide more information on an antagonist (Laughing Hand) but also renew the party's spirits

Get a lead on Yasha, find and free her only to be immediately tasked with ending the war

Follow that lead with a few opportunities to check on some long-running personal quests (Caduceus and the grove, Veth being turned back into a halfling, both of which are the characters' goals at the time of their introduction and have had recurring attention throughout) in the meantime

Attend peace talks, learn about Essek, get hook for Aeor from Vess DeRogna

Go to Rumblecusp, part of Jester's story that has been previously seeded

Get a vision of The End Plot (Vokodo fleeing Cognouza), return to talk to Vess, realize they could resurrect Molly perhaps given the power they had amassed

Aeor plot and endgame kicked off; honestly that alone covers more things but I do want to get to the gym.

Like...the characters all had stories very much driven by the mechanics and structure of D&D, which is inherently about gaining power, and all were given significant attention throughout, but also, while they didn't always follow the hooks Matt expected, they either were following hooks he had nonetheless provided, or making their own interesting decisions.

If this isn't for you, that is fine, truly. But I think that Reddit - especially during C2 - was mostly people mad that it wasn't still Vox Machina's story, and the idea that C3 is a response to Reddit is not a defense of C3 but a condemnation, ie, the correct response would be flipping off Reddit and saying "I do what I want." And again: "not for me" = totally fine. "avoidant/plotless"= you are abysmal at narratology and this means your analysis is not worth my time.

[cheshireliam]

"The Past Records: Liam Evans & Harrison Gray" Party Event: Chapter 3

Lies and Transparency

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Liam: I felt relieved when Harry said “you don’t have to say it”.

Liam: At the same time… I was also impressed.

Liam: Despite having the ability to expose lies, Harry also has the kindness to let some lies remain lies. 

Liam: It was at that moment when I genuinely thought I wanted to be friends with Harry. 

Ellis: I see, so that’s what happened… wow, that’s a really good story. 

Ellis: How did your first mission end?

Liam: We killed the mastermind. It was nothing exciting, really. I barely remember what happened in the end. 

The topic came to a close with the understanding that the friendship between the two stemmed from being mutually considerate of each other. 

— But their story doesn’t end there. 

…

Harrison: — Liam. 

Liam: What's up, Harry? Oh, could it be that thinking of old times made you fall in love with me? 

Harrison: Don’t be stupid. … But, thanks.

Harrison: For lying that you “barely remember what happened in the end”. 

Once again, time rewinds back to their first mission. 

This is the part of the story they never told the other members of Crown. 

…

After dealing with the mercenaries hired by their target, Harrison and Liam were getting information out of one of the survivors.

Thick-Browed Policeman: Damn, looks like this is the end of me… 

Harrison: Hand over the list of criminals you helped escape prison.

Liam: Along with the details of their hideouts. 

Resigning to his fate, the policeman pulled a notebook out of his breast pocket.

Harrison: Is this all of it? 

Policeman: Yeah, that’s all. 

Harrison: … You’re not lying. 

Finally done with the mission, Harrison and Liam both heaved sighs of relief. 

All that was left to do was get rid of the policeman in secret.

However, just as they were about to do so, the policeman gasped and approached Harrison. 

Policeman: You. You’re Gray’s son, aren't you?

Liam: … You know him?

Policeman: I knew it! I had a feeling I’ve seen that face somewhe— 

His words were cut off by a gunshot. 

Policeman: Ugh… ggh… 

With a look of agony, the man breathed his final breath.

Harrison: Sorry, but… forget what just happened.

Harrison spoke with a heavy tone while holding the gun that fired the fatal shot.

Liam: … Okay, got it. I won’t ask for details. 

Liam: Like you said before, Harry… as colleagues, we only have to share things like the signal for jumping into action, details about our curse’s abilities… 

Liam: How fast we can run, our well we can swim… stuff like that, right? 

Harrison: … That helps. 

Liam: But that's not the reason why I’m not going to pry. 

Liam’s tone sounded cheeky, but Harrison stared intensely at him with his mint-green eyes, silently questioning his true intentions.

Liam: I won’t ask questions you don’t want to be asked, and I won’t say things you don’t want to hear either. 

Liam: I’m doing this not as a colleague, but as a friend!

Harrison: A friend…

Meeting Liam’s gaze, Harrison looked slightly surprised. 

Harrison: On the day we first met, you said “I have a feeling we’ll get along”, and that was a lie… 

Harrison: Is this thing about being “friends” not also a lie? 

Liam: Ah—... back then, you see, I think it sounded like a lie because of my personal issues.

Liam: I often throw myself into dangerous situations, have episodes that cause problems for others, and…

Liam: Even if I wanted to get along with you, I just thought you wouldn't want to get along with me. 

Harrison: And that’s why… “I have a feeling we’ll get along” ended up being a lie. 

Harrison fell silent when he ascertained the truth hidden behind Liam’s lie, and Liam didn’t force him to say any more. 

…

After concealing the evidence at the scene, the two were on their way back to the castle.

The mission was carried out in the darkness of the night, but somewhere along the way, the morning sun had risen. 

Liam: What was that book you stole from the target’s mansion just now? Do you like books?

Harrison: … You’ve been asking way too many questions ever since a while ago. 

Liam: Nah… it just got awkward because you suddenly went quiet. 

Harrison: Oh… I was thinking about some things. 

Harrison slightly slowed his pace. He hesitantly opened his lips, as though carefully choosing the right words.

Sensing that he was about to say something important, Liam kept quiet and waited. 

Harrison: … Maybe I trust my curse’s ability too much.

Liam widened his eyes at the unexpected timidity in Harrison’s voice. 

Harrison: When I found out you were lying, I assumed it meant you wanted nothing to do with me. 

Harrison: That’s why I kept my distance from you, but… turns out that's not the case, huh?

Liam: Yeah! I genuinely want to be friends with you, Harrison. 

Harrison: That’s why… I’ve been rethinking things, and I guess my ability isn’t as absolute as I thought. 

Harrison: I shouldn't have refused to shake your hand back then… sorry, Liam. 

Liam: No need to feel bad about that. I didn’t take it to heart at all! 

Liam: Alrighty then, we’re officially friends from now on! 

Harrison: Friends… hang on, that’s not how it works.

Liam: Huh? Then how does it work? 

Harrison: … Hanging out? Eating together?

Liam: Then let’s do everything you can think of, Harry! Then we’ll really REALLY be friends. Alright, it’s decided! 

Harrison: This is the first time I’ve ever had a friendship forced on me…

Harrison: What are your intentions? 

Liam: My intention is to be your friend! Because I’ve taken a liking to you, Harry! 

Liam: So we MUST become friends no matter what! 

Harrison: *Sigh*... You’re weird. 

Harrison let out an exasperated sigh and kept walking, but he was no longer stopping Liam from calling him by a nickname. 

With the clear morning sky above them, the doubts and misunderstandings born from lies disappeared. 

And so, that was the start of the unlikely friendship between the lying fox and the cheshire cat who were polar opposites. 

[cherryblossompink303]

Patience S2:05:~The Lobelia girls academy meets their match!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: The lobelia academy returns with a strange proposal ➼ what to expect:  "don't let him have any more power over you" ➼ warnings: n/a ➼ S2:04 / S2:06

As the first day of the cultural festival started you all knew that it was a matter of time before the zuka club showed up, you knew the Lobelia academy had already arrived at Ouran that morning, it was a matter of when not if.

"Tamaki you need to stop pacing you're gonna give me motion sickness" You watch as he does laps up and down the music room. "I don't like this, it's too quiet, they're up to something"

"Maybe after seeing y/n and Kyoya kissing they've given up on the whole 'rescuing y/n from the taint of the host club' mission?" Hikaru shrugs.

"Are you kidding me, did you see benibara at the academy? We barely escaped!" Tamaki cries, staring at the twins in horror. "I must admit from what I know about the Zuka club they don't seem like the type to give up like that...Tamaki's right it is too quiet"

"See!"

As if on cue the door opens, and low and behold the three girls you have come to know as the Zuka club are stood in the door way. "You" Tamaki near growls at the sight of them.

"I knew it!" Hikaru exclaims, the twins standing up, all the host club becoming defensive.

The girls raise their hands "We come in peace"

"I find that hard to believe"

Benibara sighs, slowly approaching the host club, Tamaki tensing up as they approach. As they get closer, benibara raises up a hamper. "We are here to ask for your help"

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The Lobelia Girl's Academy meet their match!

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"What?"

"Please, we need the host club's help"

It is safe to say that the zuka club had very easily rendered the host club speechless. "This must be a trick of some sort, a ploy to lower our guards"

"No trick, we are....well we are desperate"

"And you want our help? If I remember correctly the last time you saw us you were going on and on about how pathetic we are, why would you want our help?"

The girls exchange hesitant glances, in the end Chizuru sighs "Because we are on the verge of getting shut down" Benibara lets out a groan of pain at the words, clutching her chest as she nearly drops to her knees.

"After the performance at Lobelia our fans abandoned us, said that we were a disgrace to the name of the white lily league....they formed their own club, and now the drama department has decided they can only facilitate one club....if we do not prove to be the most popular performance at the cultural festival we will be forced....to disband"

Tamaki's face falls, if there is one thing that will always work against him it is a good sob story.

"And so you're asking for help because...?"

Benibara sighs "It is clear that you all at least have a flare for the dramatic, we can't put on a rival worthy performance with just three people....however we are most interested in..."

The three girls turn to you "Me?" You look at them in skepticism, eyes darting between the zuka club and Kyoya as if to check that this was real.

"You are a brilliant performer maiden, not to mention an incredible singer, you are what can save us"

You raise your hands up to wave it off "Oh no, I am not doing that again, my days on stage are long over" The girls rush over "Please!" They beg.

"How do we know that this is not just another plan to steal y/n away from us again? You don't exactly have a good track record with this type of stuff" Kaoru questions, taking a bite out of a muffin from the girls care package.

"The reason the rest of the club abandoned us because of Benibara trying to kiss y/n against her will, we don't want to make things worse for ourselves" Kyoya's chin picks up, looking the girls up and down for any signs of them lying.

"Y/n?"

"Hell no, why should I help you?"

Tamaki nearly scares the life out of you as he appears behind you "Y/n....their club is going to get shutdown...their family is gonna get torn apart"

"Tamaki they are together im not sure family is the word you should use"

"You said the same thing about the newspaper club and look what happened there"

Tamaki stares at you and Kyoya as if you had just kicked a puppy in front of him. "B-b-but-"

Benibara sighs "Help us and we will owe you, anything, at anytime"

"Oh you don't want to say that with those two here" Hikaru nods to you and Kyoya as you exchange a glance, locking into a silent battle of wits.

"Call it an I owe you and you all swear to not meddle in my love life again and I'll do it"

"Done"

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"what exactly is this performance about anyway?" You ask, the combined forces of the Zuka club and the host club entering the academy's theatre department.

"It's more of a musical thing than the last one, portraying a story through the medium of song"

"Benibara, I am suprised to see you here" A group of girls enter the auditorium. Chin's high as they approach the stage. "It is our time to block out our performance"

"I meant just at the theatre department at all, I would have though that you would have dropped out by now"

"come on you've gotta give them a fighting chance" the words come out of your mouth somewhat involuntarily, you almost do a double take as you realise that you are actually defending them.

"Do I know you? You look familiar"

"Isn't that the girl that Benibara tried to kiss?"

"Why would you help them?"

You freeze at the crowd of girls that has suddenly approached you, throwing question after question at you. Benibara seems to pick up on this, placing a hand on your shoulder "Y/n is a friend of Chizuru's family, she heard of our troubles and decided to help us with the performance"

"But you are the girl who Benio tried to kiss even though you have a boyfriend, right?"

"i....yeah..." With every question that passes the more and more you realise how strange this entire situation is.

The girls surround you "Oh you poor thing, they must be manipulating you again"

"You should come with us, these ladies have no respect"

"Woah" you blink twice at the statement, what was it about Lobelia Academy girls thinking that just because you are doing something that they wouldn't they just assume you are being manipulated?

"I am not, I am helping them save their club as a favour for Chizuru's father as he has strong ties with my and my fiance's companies"

The girls all stare at you with skepticism, in full honesty you hadn't even convinced yourself with that explanation. "Hmm...well she is seemingly here voluntarily...okay benibara, but just know that even with this...peculiar recruitment, you still won't win" the girls walk out with their heads high, you let out a breath that you were unknowingly holding.

"Just so we're clear, once this performance is over with, this is the last time I am helping you with anything"

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You had to admit, while you did not love the situation that you have found yourself in, watching Benibara bark orders at the host club in a desperate attempt to make sure the rest of the host club doesn't look like a heard of elephants in pointe shoes was certainly the silver lining of it all.

"Just so you know...I didn't know about Benibara's plan when you came to Lobelia academy, if i had I would have tried to talk her out of it" You look over to Chizuru, who sits down on the seat next to you in the audience.

"What did you think was going on?"

"In full honesty? We thought that if you got a taste of what Lobelia was like and enjoyed it enough then you may be inclined to transfer, I don't know if you've noticed by now Benio has a bit of a crush on you and we also thought that you were locked in your engagement unwillingly, if we knew you were dating him earlier then it would probably be different"

You sigh "Well Kyoya and I weren't together at that point...or at least not properly, it's confusing, but that is besides the point. It shouldn't matter whether or not I am or was single, surely you can see how staging such a plot, or even the first time demanding that I transfer isn't a normal thing to do"

Chizuru pauses, turning to look at the stage once more. You do the same, watching Tamaki being overly dramatic with each move.

"It's funny, the main grievance that you all have with the host club is that you think they take advantage of girls. When in reality the girls know what they are getting into, and visit willingly, what Benio did was the opposite, and that's why the rest of the Zuka club walked out"

Chizuru pursed her lips, eyes still trained on the stage "I think...that benibara has let the fan club get to her head"

"I think so aswell"

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Day 5 of the Cultural fair

You have been pacing back stage for about an hour now, so long that your step count must have hit a record high. "Hey, it's y/n, isn't it?" one of the girls from earlier approaches you. "Hm? yeah" You make an attempt to calm yourself down and sound normal.

"Is it true that you volunteered to help Benio"

"Well...not exactly, but they came to our club for help and we agreed"

"i see..." She trails off, walking away "Okay?" You raise an eyebrow, turning around as you almost walk directly into Kyoya "Woah" he places his hands on your shoulders, lightly gripping them for stability.

"Sorry Kyoya"

He nods "It's okay, are you alright you feel tense"

"I...I don't like being on stage really... I used to do theatre a lot but i um...had a few bad experiences that caused me to stop, I guess that whenever I return It causes me to think about it."

"yeah...you're cousin clued me in to a bit of it when we came to get you out of Lobelia academy" You nod, taking a deep breath.

"hey, listen, don't give your father the satisfaction of getting your head even now, you have gotten the one up on him, don't let him have any more power over you. You're a good performer, we all know that, you just have to go out there for three minutes and show them what we already know is true"

You sigh "Yeah... okay"

"Good news!" Benio steps backstage, arms in the air as she is surrounded by the girls who had abandoned the zuka club.

"huh?"

"The fight is over, the zuka club is reunited!"

"What?"

"Well we figured that if you forgave Benio then so can we!"

"I have missed you all maidens" The girls start to fawn over Benibara.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose "Thats not...okay...sure, does that mean the performance is cancelled?"

"Oh yeah we don't need you anymore" Benio waves you off, not making eye contact.

"Okay"

You and the rest of the host club walk out the theatre department letting out a sigh "you know, it is probably for the best, I'm not sure our dancing skills would have helped the performance anyway" Kaoru mutters.

You laugh "Yeah, probably"

Next time on patience....'Join the black magic club!'

'Nekozawa makes an appearance in the host club, Honey has a secret admirer, and Kyoya's asked for relationship advice? find out next time on Patience!'

We'll see you then!'

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[matchpointfaist]

connor murphy x new girl! reader??

this is such a cutie concept <333

(aged them up btw this is freshman year of college connor) ((also sorry this is short i've been having the Worst writing slump of all time??))

high school had been rough for connor. he'd been the freak, the loser, the loner, the outcast. when he got accepted into university, he'd been determined to get a fresh start, to make a new name for himself. he longed to be the sort of person that people really wanted to know.

so he picked up all the activities he could, volunteered to give tours to prospective students and transfers, spent all his time doing admin work in the admission office and occupied his free hours by cramming his social calendar full. he hadn't quite managed to make many friends, not yet, but he'd completely rebuilt himself, and that felt like enough to start with.

he couldn't figure out why he still felt so distant, so different, than everyone else he met. they all seemed so put together, or too into the party scene, or just as antisocial as he had once been. that was, until he met you. you'd been hand delivered to him by an admissions counselor, a welcome packet in hand, shy smile on your lips and a paper nametag stuck to your sweatshirt. it was your first day; you'd just transferred in from a school a few states over for a reason he was yet to learn.

he thought you were so gorgeous, he almost forgot that he was supposed to be outgoing, welcoming. he'd stumbled right back into old habits, all shy remarks and avoiding eye contact. but he forced himself back out of his shell, clearing his throat and welcoming you, making conversation like it was second nature.

"so how are you liking it so far?" he asked as he led you around the campus, pointing out all the important buildings, smiling to himself as you circled them on the brochure carefully. "oh, i'm from down south, actually. i just moved here a couple weeks ago and got settled," "yeah? that's cool," he nodded, listening intently, ever eager to learn more about you, "d'you like it so far?" you shrugged but smiled anyway, "i like it, it's just a bit different, yknow? but it's nice,"

as you walked, you learned all sorts of new things about each other; connor's major (cybersecurity), your hometown, his favorite classes, your favorite bands. eventually you'd run out of buildings to see, and hesitant as he was, he knew he had to let you go. "so i'll see you around then, yeah?" he smiled, hoping it would be sooner rather than later.

"yeah, i hope so," you nodded, smiling up at him, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, "thank you for showing me around, by the way. it was great to meet you, connor," you waved with two fingers and turned on your heel, and he knew then that he couldn't just 'see you around'.

"hey! uhm, if this isn't totally weird, could i get your number maybe? we could have dinner once you get comfortable," it came out all in a hurry, but he didn't even have time to be embarrassed before you were grinning over at him, passing him a small piece of paper with ten digits scrawled across it. "i wrote it earlier, i was hoping you'd ask," his smile widened at that, and he carefully tucked the note into his pocket, letting his fingers linger on the paper, "i'll call you, then,"

"i'm looking forward to it," you smiled, and maybe it was the sunset, but he could've sworn your cheeks were tinged pink, "night, con,"

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

Notice me||Franco colapinto x male reader

Summary— Franco has fallen hard for his engineer and would do anything for his attention

Word count— 992

A/n— the was another old fic from my old blog that I’m reposting

The Williams garage was alive with chaos, a cacophony of clattering tools, revving engines, and tense voices. Resources were stretched thin, deadlines loomed, and the pressure was suffocating. But amidst the madness, you were a calm, steady presence—a problem solver, a miracle worker, the person who turned scraps into solutions.

Franco Colapinto couldn’t pinpoint the moment he’d started to feel something for you. Maybe it was the first time he saw you single-handedly rebuild a suspension with parts most teams would have deemed useless. Or maybe it was how you muttered to yourself as you worked, so focused and precise it was almost mesmerizing.

At first, it was just admiration. But as the weeks passed, that admiration grew into something deeper, something that made Franco linger in the garage long after he needed to, just for the chance to see you work.

And you? You didn’t notice a thing.

When the team announced they were dropping Logan Sargeant, the garage exploded into whispered conversations and muffled outrage. No one said it outright, but everyone knew it would be a logistical nightmare.

“This is insane,” you muttered under your breath, adjusting the rear suspension of Logan’s soon-to-be-replaced car. “Everything about this setup was designed for him. Switching drivers means adjusting everything—balance, weight distribution, aero��it’s not just a simple swap!”

Franco, who was leaning against a nearby workbench pretending to inspect his helmet, couldn’t resist.

“You’re the only one smart enough to say that out loud,” he said, his voice casual.

You glanced at him, surprised. “You think so?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, moving closer. “You’re the only one who can fix this mess, too.”

The way your lips twitched into a small smile made his chest feel light. He wanted to make you smile like that more often.

But his mood darkened when he overheard a team executive muttering about how your objections to the decision were “causing waves.”

“Are they serious?” Franco whispered to Alex Albon later that day.

“Probably,” Alex replied with a shrug. “Wouldn’t be the first dumb move they’ve made.”

The thought of you being let go—of you no longer being in the garage, sleeves rolled up, completely absorbed in your work—made Franco’s stomach twist.

Franco wasn’t good at subtlety, but he tried anyway. Over the next few weeks, he launched his poorly disguised attempts to get your attention.

Every morning, he brought an extra coffee to the garage. “Oh, this? I accidentally grabbed two,” he’d say, handing it to you. At first, you looked at him suspiciously, but you always took it.

“Thanks,” you’d mutter, sipping it absentmindedly. Franco counted it as a win.

Then there were the questions—questions he didn’t need to ask but asked anyway.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s the optimal tire pressure for these track conditions again?”

You frowned at him. “Franco, you’ve been racing for years. You know that already.”

“Just wanted to hear it from the expert,” he said, flashing a grin.

And then there were the late nights. Franco would linger in the garage, offering to help you with adjustments he barely understood.

“You don’t even know how to use half these tools,” you teased one evening as he handed you a wrench.

“I’m a quick learner,” he said confidently.

He wasn’t. You ended up redoing most of his work, but for some reason, you didn’t seem to mind.

“He’s embarrassing himself,” Alex whispered to Franco one afternoon as they watched you work. Franco had been staring at you for far too long.

“I’m not embarrassing myself,” Franco hissed back.

Alex raised an eyebrow. “You’ve brought him six coffees in three days. Just tell him you like him.”

“And risk ruining everything? Not a chance.”

It was late one night when Franco finally broke. The garage was empty except for the two of you. You were hunched over your laptop, analyzing telemetry data, your brow furrowed in concentration.

Franco paced behind you, trying to gather the courage to say what he’d been holding back for weeks. Finally, he stopped, planting himself in front of your desk.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something.”

You didn’t even look up. “If it’s about the suspension adjustment, I’ve already handled it.”

“No, it’s not about the car.”

You paused, finally glancing up at him. “Franco? What’s wrong?”

“I’m in love with you.”

The words came out in a rush, faster than he’d intended. His face flushed, but he didn’t look away.

You stared at him, stunned. “You’re… what?”

“I’m in love with you,” he repeated, softer this time. “I’ve been trying to show you for weeks, but you’re so completely oblivious! I don’t know what else to do except just say it.”

You blinked, still processing. “You’ve been trying to show me?”

“Yes!” Franco groaned, running a hand through his hair. “The coffee? The questions? Staying late to help you?”

“I thought you were just being nice,” you admitted, a small laugh escaping.

“I was being nice because I like you!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

You stood slowly, crossing the small distance between you. “Well,” you said, a smile tugging at your lips, “if it’s any consolation, I like you too.”

“You—wait, what?” Franco’s jaw dropped.

“I like you,” you repeated, your smile widening. “I just didn’t realize it until now.”

Franco’s expression shifted from shock to pure, unfiltered joy. “You’re serious?”

You nodded. “Completely.”

Without thinking, Franco pulled you into a hug, holding you tight.

“You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

“Well,” you said, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, “I guess that makes two of us.”

From that night on, the garage felt a little brighter, the chaos a little less overwhelming. Franco’s affection was no longer hidden, and while you weren’t the most perceptive when it came to feelings, you were finally starting to notice just how much he cared.

And for Franco, that was everything.

[ghostsirensworld]

could I please request a jealous Luffy x fem reader, where the reader sees a bounty of another pirate and finds him attractive which makes Luffy jealous. Thank you!

yup

TW: use of y/n ooc luffy? idk not proofread

Title: The Pirate Who Wasn't Luffy

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the Thousand Sunny as it sailed smoothly through the calm sea. The crew was scattered on the deck, relaxing and enjoying the peaceful moment. Luffy, as usual, had found a comfortable spot by the railing, lazily chewing on meat while his straw hat shielded his eyes from the sun.

You, however, were sitting off to the side, engrossed in a bounty poster you had found while exploring a nearby town earlier that day. It was a rare moment when you had some time to yourself, and you couldn’t help but notice the wanted poster of a pirate who seemed… interesting.

"Captain Zane "The Ghost" Blackwater," the poster read. It went on to list his bounty—a staggering 200 million berries, a sum far higher than Luffy’s at the moment. But it wasn’t the bounty that caught your attention, no. It was his sharp jawline, dark eyes, and the mischievous smirk that looked like he could charm the entire world if he wanted to.

You admired the poster for a moment longer than you meant to. The man seemed confident, charismatic—a pirate who seemed to have everything together, unlike the chaotic, carefree Luffy who lived for the moment. You found yourself imagining what it would be like to meet him, and before you knew it, you whispered aloud, "He’s... kinda handsome, huh?"

Just then, a loud voice broke through your thoughts.

"Huh?!" Luffy suddenly appeared beside you, his head cocked to the side as he eyed you suspiciously. He had a big smile on his face, but there was something off about it, something sharp in his gaze. "What’s that you’re looking at?"

You blinked, realizing too late that Luffy had overheard you. You quickly hid the poster behind your back, but Luffy was too fast. He snatched it out of your hands, squinting at the bounty.

"Who’s this guy?" he asked, his voice a little too loud, too curious.

You sighed, trying to play it off casually. "Oh, it’s just a pirate I came across earlier. His bounty’s huge, but that’s all."

Luffy's face immediately scrunched up in confusion and... something else. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the picture of the pirate. The guy’s confident grin seemed to irk him for some reason.

"So this guy’s stronger than me, huh?" Luffy crossed his arms and stuck his lip out in a pout, his tone suddenly sharp.

You blinked, surprised by his sudden shift in attitude. "What? No, Luffy! I just said his—"

"his what?" Luffy interrupted, his expression a mixture of disbelief and irritation. "You think this guy's more stronger than me? i’ll fight him on and prove i’m stronger!" His voice dropped to a low growl, and you realized that Luffy was... jealous?

You tried to explain yourself, feeling your face warm up. "It’s not like that! He’s just cute i never said—"

But Luffy wasn't having it. His whole posture became defensive, and his eyes hardened. "I don’t care how good-looking he is or whatever!" He threw the poster to the ground with exaggerated drama, then placed his hands on his hips like some sort of child trying to make a point. "I’m gonna be the Pirate King! And when I am, I’ll be way more handsome than this guy."

You bit your lip to hide the smile tugging at your lips. Luffy was so stubborn, so childish about things like this, but you couldn’t deny how adorable it was that he cared. You knelt down to pick up the poster, holding it up to Luffy’s face.

"Look, Luffy," you said, trying to hold back your laughter. "I never said he was more handsome than you. I just said he’s charming. You’re… you’re just you."

Luffy’s frown deepened. "What does that mean?" His voice was soft, almost a little unsure, and you could tell he was starting to doubt himself.

You softened, taking a step closer to him. "What I mean is, Luffy, no one can replace you. You’re the one I like. You’re the one I’m always going to think is the most amazing pirate in the world. No matter how many good-looking or strong pirates there are."

Luffy’s expression shifted from jealousy to something softer. He stared at you for a long moment, and then slowly, his pout turned into a wide, toothy grin. "Yeah! That’s right!" He punched the air as if celebrating his own victory. "I’m gonna be the best Pirate King, and no one’s more amazing than me!"

You giggled, shaking your head as you reached up to ruffle his messy hair. "You already are, Luffy. And trust me, no one else could ever take your place."

Luffy’s smile only grew, his eyes sparkling with renewed confidence. "HA. I knew you’d think that! So, he’s not better looking OR stronger than me, right?"

You smiled back, your heart fluttering in your chest. "Of course not."

"Good," Luffy said with a satisfied nod, then he grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you toward the edge of the ship. "Now, let’s go get something to eat! I’m starving!"

You laughed as you let him drag you off, feeling grateful for the simple, unspoken moments that made Luffy so Luffy.

[kavehayati]

AAAH I have a mutual who’s 18 and he sorta kinda is flirting with this one guy who is a minor as a joke of course ( to which a concerned anon said that it’s weird ) but I can’t help but flashback to er*s

[orangeleftyotherblog]

yippee yippee i got tagged!!! X3

okay so this is funny because my current obsession since a week ago now is ace attorney! :D

(I’m also gonna yap abt Cuphead later STAY TUNED FOR THAT ITS SUPER IMPORTANT)

basically it all started about a year ago from now, maybe last april or may, i dont remember, that my dad was telling me “oh i found this game on xbox gamepass, its where you play as a lawyer” something like that. Now, I had actually heard of Ace Attorney, so when he said this I thought I knew what he was talking about but let him finish. He said “It’s called Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney” then I say “OHH!!! I’ve heard of that game!”

So my dad, my younger brother and I started playing it together, and I had just SO MUCH FUN with it! Getting to voice act such interesting characters, the gameplay and cases, and getting to play with my dad and brother. Though we only made it through the first two cases/episodes, it was still quite fun.

However, my real obsession with Ace Attorney didn’t start until last sunday when I told my mom “I feel really tired” and she said “well you’ve been working hard at school, how about you go do something relaxing?” (I had also been helping her with some household chores)

This gave me an idea. I went to the couch with my sketchbook and pencils and started drawing Mia Fey, one of my favorite characters at the time. After that, I sorta just developed an obsession with Ace Attorney and started playing it again!

Side tangent but my most favorite Ace Attorney characters rn are Franziska Von Karma and Detective Gumshoe!! >:3

I like Franziska because she reminds me of Baroness Von Bon Bon (both such girlbosses) and I used to be SO obsessed with BVBB (kinda like how my two moots previously explained their obsession with miss miseryguts lol)

Also funny story I used to hate Gumshoe and Edgeworth cuz I thought they were annoying but now I like both of them, also Gumshoe is so silly and sweet EDGEWORTH STOP CUTTING HIS PAY HE CANT AFFORD ANYTHING!!! >:P

I’d also like to yap about Cuphead because that’s always gonna be my main obsession.

It’s what started it all. It’s the whole reason I ever got into any of my fandoms now. If I had never found Cuphead, then ultimately, my tumblr blogs (@orangeleftyart and this one) would never exist. Cuphead got me obsessed with Undertale and Deltarune (which became a huge obsessions too) and other indie games, because of the FNF Indie Cross Mod that Cuphead was in, and later, made my friendship with my irl bestie stronger (as we could yap abt our interests and she got me into Ghost and Pals and Vocaloid). It also, essentially, started my interest in truly improving my art and made me draw SO MUCH MORE than I would have previously.

I’ve drawn practically every character at least a few times, ESPECIALLY Baroness Von Bon Bon. She’s my favorite boss for reasons I’m not quite sure on, but I do know that I saw her as an easily angered and aggressive, but gentle and loving person willing to do whatever it takes to protect her kingdom and subjects. That’s still my interpretation of her (at least, in game) and she resonated with me so much. I also liked her in the show. FUN FACT okay fun fact I was SO obsessed with BVBB that when Cuphead Show Season 2 came out I WOKE UP AT 2 AM. 2 AM IN THE DAMN MORNING just to watch HER EPISODE SPECIFICALLY before going back to bed. I was screaming at it so much and exploding with joy that I woke up and summoned my dad, though thankfully I didn’t get in trouble somehow, he probably thought I was crazy though HAHAHAH.

Anyway, last thing about Cuphead is that I made a poster once for my room (as I usually do when I get another obsession) but after I made the poster, I said a prayer that night, asking God that no matter what happened to me, no matter what new obsessions I developed or the person I’d become, that I would always turn back to Cuphead as a comfort, that it would always hold a special place in my heart, that I’d never abandon it like my previous obsessions. Now, I know plenty of you probably aren’t religious, but personally I will always see Cuphead as “a gift from God” (not literally ofc, its not pure perfection) because I’d say that my prayer was answered: no matter what, after being a Cuphead fan for over 3 years now I believe, I always look back on it as my favorite video game ever and I could never hate anything about it and I’m basically still obsessed with it!

Anyway that’s all. Thanks for letting me yap about stuff that keeps me sane but also drove me insane eheheh. Now to link a post with a ton of my BVBB fanart so you can all see just how OBSESSED with her I was (and still lowkey am ehehheh) and look at #baroness von bon bon on my blog that’s probably a good number of my posts lol

TAGS: @spielort @ace-was-already-taken @sillyguyz4ever @sillynoi @transclownhehe @fr3akshowdusty @mxacefoolish-writer @ch1k3ns0up + open tags IM SO SORRY ITS SUCH A LONG POST GUYS FORGIVE MEEEE-

tag game!! ^q^

how it works: get tagged. yap about current obsessions.

i'll go first!! >_<

okay so uhhh.. yi xi!!! i love her voice, her fan designs.. aghhh i love her

i also really like the train bitch (choo choo) and project on her sm... ( 〃▽〃) she is on SO MUCH MATH WORK ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

last off... teeptum (tptm)!!! it's weird, i'm uncomfortable with myself recovering, but seeing these girls — whether i relate to them or not — overcome their struggles (^-^; maybe it's just nice to have hope... OH ALSO DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW WELL WRITTEN EACH GIRL IS!!! ITS GENUINELY SO GOOD. I UNDERSTAND WHY SO MANY PEOPLE RELATE TO AT LEAST ONE GIRL. (personally i relate to tahira (splitter) and nora (caliber) but also some elements of freyja (faneint)

TAGS!! @charawara (go ahead. yap about the blue mouthed freak) @lordofthealfies (go ahead. yap about lotf) @fishtheflowerchomper @luckyloser6 @wkfn14kt829j2nq @toothandfeather @fearofajmetalalbum @madilynlovesbsdfr

[roseband]

oof i just realized since i have a newer phone now and outlook app works on it, not only can i work on teams off my wrist, but i can do EMAILS off my wrist

[the-kneesbees]

band directors new thing is pretending that he thinks we're special

[missdynamighttt]

watching porn with bf! katsuki bakugo will somehow turn into a bet to see who will give in first.

when you ask him if you could watch porn together, how could he say no to you, his girl? more so when you basically riled him up to convince him.

"bub, can we watch porn together?" you look at him, your legs resting in his lap as the both of you lounged on the couch.

katsuki's eyes widen at your directness, his jaw slightly dropping at your question. he scoffs out of disbelief, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"you're real damn blunt, pervert," he grins at your pout, stroking your thighs with firm, gentle squeezes.

"i'm not doing it for weird reasons! just.." you shrugged. "curious to see what happens, i guess? i dunno how to explain.."

he sighs, shaking his head. his hand reaches out to ruffle your hair with a grin. "you're lucky you're adorable. fuck it, why not?"

you grin, leaning closer to him, giving his cheek a kiss. "knew you'd come around. come to think of it, i bet you will jerk off to it first."

his eyes narrow at you and he scoffs. "that confident, huh?"

"with how hot you think i am and all? totally."

"like you don't think i'm hot too. wanna bet, sweets?"

"definitely. ground rules: don't touch yourself. and no touching each other. and i mean holding hands, hugs, and kisses. not just feeling each other up."

"tch, fine," katsuki scoffs. "no looking away to calm down. only when we talk. winner gets braggin' rights and loser lives with the eternal knowledge that the winner is better."

"fine," you scoff back. "you're gonna give in first, 'nyway. since you can’t go a single morning without pulling me into bed again."

katsuki's eyes narrow at you again, this time pouting at you with his cheeks flushed. "says the brat clingier than a damn koala after sex."

"oh, you're so on."

but little did you know, this would be harder than you thought.

you've set up your laptop on the coffee table across the couch, scrolling through the mediocre home page porn in incognito as you sit next to your boyfriend.

you were almost reluctant to continue but knowing him, he would definitely egg you on about being a coward. because one thing about your boyfriend, katsuki, was that he really wanted to win at everything.

"wanna watch?" you look at katsuki with a grin, the video on display captioned: "I hope the NEIGHBOURS were pleased with WHAT THEY SAW!", the preview of the video showing a couple standing by the window, fucking. it wasn't really your thing but you wanted to see how he'd react.

katsuki glances at the laptop before giving you a skeptical look, his tone firm. "fuck no."

"why not? whats wrong with it?"

"just.. no," he shakes his head, a sly grin slowly creeping onto his face as he looks at you. "one second. technically haven't started yet, yeah?"

he leans in, his lips meeting your cheek in a soft, quick kiss before pulling back. his fingers linger, stroking your cheek in a gentle, affectionate gesture. "just pick somethin' else, sweets."

you roll your eyes while wearing a fond grin. you're almost tempted to call him out on how affectionate he was but you didn't want him to stop. you couldn't help but find it endearing and cute.

but after awhile, you and katsuki realize pornhub's terrible acting and weird angles wasn't really working.

"no, too weird. it looks awkward. and fake."

"no, the guy is givin' me the ick. looks homeless."

"no, it looks.. painful. why is it so stretched?"

"no. wait, you're into that? i'm not opposed to it, i just think it looks weird when they do it. just sayin', if you wanna try it.."

so, you go on twitter, looking for porn accounts and already finding better alternatives.

finally, your eyes settle on a compilation of video captioned: "breeding selection 🖤" , the previews of the videos showing various faceless girls getting fucked sloppily and creampied by their partner.

this was it. it wasn't exactly your best plan but you were depedent on him getting turned on by the video and your mere presence to win the bet. and if anything turned him on, it would be the thought of breeding his pretty little girlfriend.

you glance at him from the side, taking in his relaxed demeanor as he leans back with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on the laptop as if there wasn't porn on the screen.

"this good with you, boyfie?"

he looks at you and fuck, you can practically feel the heat radiating from his gaze. his eyes rake over you, taking in every curve and contour of your body with a hungry look, like he's undressing you with his eyes, imagining what he'd do to you.

"mhm, 'ts fine."

you nod, going back to the laptop to play the video, stupidly thinking: there was no way he'd be able to play dirty, especially when he can't touch you. but no.

the video plays, only a few seconds showing the girl's rear. the guy squeezes her ass, the cum dripping out of her pussy and in between her swollen folds, down to her thighs as he plays with her ass.

and you know what katsuki does? this man talks you through it, saying the most filthy, lewd shit with a cheeky grin. this man plays dirty by talking dirty.

"goddamn. see the cum, just drippin' out of her? bet you want me fill you up real bad now, don't you? wanna recreate that with me, sweets?"

your thighs clench involuntarily, your body betraying your inner desire. you stare back at him with a glare, feeling a familiar ache settle between your legs. "we do that on a daily basis, katsuki."

"'m just sayin'," katsuki grins, thinking: perfect. you're getting horny. "the idea of pumpin' you full, watchin' my cum drip out of you.."

he was just so desperate to see you rub your clit silly so that he can do it too without admitting defeat. his dick was huge but his pride could compete.

you clear your throat, glaring at his cheeky grin before quickly playing the next video. it's longer, around 8 minutes. it has a better angle, showing the guy's dick disappearing in and out of the girl's pussy, her doughy ass hitting his abdomen. he slams into her as she moans softly around his cock, sticky from their shared slick.

you feel hot and tight in your own skin, your throat going dry. you felt your sore nipples harden as you painfully clench down on nothing, tempted to just subtly grind against the couch for a second. fuck. it hasn't even been 5 minutes yet you were so, so wet.

your boyfriend noticed. and he certainly wasn't of any help.

"shit," katsuki leans down close enough to whisper in your ear, his breath hitting your skin, but far away enough so that he wasn't touching you. "you wet already, sweets?"

"i'm not. shut up and watch the damn porn."

"aww, don't be like that. look at my pants, baby, c'mon."

you bite your bottom lip before your eyes reluctantly dart down to his pants. fuck. his boner was so fucking obvious, it didn't help that he was wearing grey sweats. you were already picturing him naked, imagining how your cunny would look like taking in his dick.

"see? i'm so fuckin' hard for you, baby, it hurts," he sighs, looking at the tent in his pants before whispering in your ear. "don't you wanna take care of me, hm?"

a small sigh escapes your lips as you try to steady your breathing, your eyes darting everywhere but at katsuki. your thoughts consumed by the sight of him, despite your attempts to remain composed.

"you're mean," you huff.

"baby, c'mon. i'll take real good care of you, i promise," he grins at you. "just gotta touch me, yeah?"

you pout again before your eyes return to the screen, thinking your only solution was to ignore him.

although, it wasn't any help as you watched the cum drip out of the girl's pussy before he fucks it back into her, when you wanted nothing more than for him to do the same to you.

he put some distance, and you thought: okay. some time to calm yourself down. but just when you thought katsuki couldn't outdo himself, you hear the ruffling of pants, looking down to see him stripping himself of his clothes.

you look up at him as you feel your face get hot from embarrassment. "hey, what are yo-"

"hm?" he looks back at you, blinking innocently. he throws his clothes unceremoniously somewhere, leaving him in only his boxers as he holds his hands up in surrender. "what? it's hot, sweets. this doesn't count 'nyway, right? besides, 'm not touchin' anythin'."

you huff, pouting at him with a glare, trying not to admire his muscles. that's the game he wanted to play? you glanced down again, a clear fucking mistake. you almost felt drool down your chin as you admired his body, tempted to take his boxers off and just go wild—

you swallowed, looking back up at him. you get an idea. if you can't beat them, then... "you wanna play that game? fine."

you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head, revealing your bare skin to his eyes. tossing the shirt aside, you slowly tug down on your shorts, sliding them down your legs until you're left standing in just your bra and panties.

katsuki's jaw tightens and his muscles tense the moment you started undressing. he clenched his fists, the effort it takes him not to pounce on you was almost physically painful. he takes in the sight of your nearly naked body, his mouth going dry at the sight of you in your bra and panties.

the porn playing on the laptop is long forgotten as he stares at you. because fuck porn when he has such a gorgeous girl right in front of him. his girl.

"the hell are you doin'?" his voice is strained, getting the courage to look away with flushed cheeks. his eyes dart back to the screen, focusing with his arms crossed.

"hm?" you look up at him, blinking innocently like he did. you put your clothes away somewhere and held your hands up in surrender, like he did. "relax. its hot for me too. besides, doesn't count, right?"

"damn it. doesn't count but it's damn well torture."

"what's stopping you from fucking me, hm?"

"you know damn well whats stoppin' me. quit testin' me or i swear to god, i'm gonna fuck you so hard after this."

you laugh, trying to ignore the ache in between your legs as a cheeky smile plays on your lips. "'m just saying. i bet it'd feel really good, y'know. having you inside of me..."

his teeth clench at your words, his hands clenching into fists to keep himself in check. "goddamn it. baby, you're killin' me here."

"bub... all you gotta do is touch me and i can make the pain go away."

"sweets... why are you torturing me?" he groans, his hands clenching onto the couch as he glares at you.

"i want you. fuck, i need you. damn it, you've seen how fuckin' hard i am. so why are you makin' me wait, hm?" his voice is low, almost whining about how much he craves you. how needy he is to be inside you.

"i wanna win too," you bite your bottom lip, almost tempted to fold.

"fuck," he grits out, his eyes closing briefly as he runs his hand through his hair. he looks at you again, his gaze filled with frustration and need. "sweetheart.. you're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

a sly smile spreads across your lips as you lean in closer to him, just close enough that your breath tickles his skin, but not touching him. you were getting there. on top of him not making eye contact, you could've sworn his boner twitched.

"i know. but... please take care of me, katsuki," you whispered, hearing his breath hitch as yours fans across his skin. "i know you wanna."

his eyes darken as he looks down at you, his resolve almost wavering. "oh, i do. i really do, sweets."

that's the last thing you hear before katsuki is finally on you, his movements quick and urgent as he slams his lips onto yours. he kisses you like he's starving, his lips hot and angry against yours, desperate to have his fill of you but take out his frustration on you too.

katsuki pulls away, glaring at you before helping you out of your soaked panties as you help him out of his boxers, his hard cock springing out and stood at his abdomen.

"wanna take care of me that badly, huh?" you grin, reaching for his cock, stroking it up as you thumb his throbbing tip leaking with pre.

his breath hitches, hissing before he reaches down your folds and rubs your swollen clit, your soft moans echoing in his ears. "shut the fuck up. you won't even be able to think, after i'm done with you."

katsuki grunts, aligning himself inside of you, gasping at the softness of your wet, velvet walls. and as he thrusts his cock into your dumb little cunny, he recreates exactly what happened in those videos.

"whats the matter?" he taunts in your ear as he folds your legs near your shoulders, fucking you into mating press. his body covers yours completely, you can feel his weight pressing down on you. "you fuckin' wanted this, right?"

"a-ah, i do..." you gasped, sore nipples feeling the skin of his pecs. "you're just.. mad i won.."

"hah? you callin' me a sore loser?"

"if— oh... if the condom... fits."

suddenly, you squealed from the sudden thrust, whimpering as he slams his cock deeper inside of you, almost kissing your cervix as you feel his balls slapping against your folds.

"won't fuckin' fit 'nyway cause i'm fuckin' you raw— shit," he gasps, desperately rutting himself into you, chasing your release and his. "feels so fuckin' tight, sweets, holy shit..."

"katsukiii," you moaned his name, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he fucks you dumb. "i-i can't, anymore, please—"

"shhh, you can take it," he huffs before leaning down to give you an affectionate, reassuring kiss. his lips soft and gentle against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck.

he draws back from the kiss, his lips leaving yours with a soft, wet pop. "you can take it, can't you, baby?"

you whine and squirm against him, a desperate, needy sound leaving your lips. you nod, the words failing you in that moment, silently begging him to keep going, to give you more of the pleasure that you need. he smiles at you, leaning down quickly to give your cheek a kiss.

"atta girl," he murmured with pride, kissing down your jawline. his mouth is hot against your skin as he peppers your collar bones and chest with open-mouthed kisses. "that's my girl."

"k-katsuki," you pant, your hips rolling against his as your body begs for the sweet, sweet release that only he can give you. "m-m' gonna.. c-cum.."

"yeah? you gonna cum for me?" he groaned. he wants to see you lose yourself in pleasure. he craves to be the one to bring you to your high. "you wanna cum for me, pretty girl?"

"please," you whimper, your voice shaky and needy as your eyes meet his pleadingly. "please, yeah, m' gonna cum for you, please just—"

your words cut off as you let out a soft cry, your head tilting back further into the couch as your body trembles with the need to let go, to give in to the pleasure that's threatening to overwhelm you.

"cum for me, sweets," he grunts, his hips rocking against yours. "show me how much you like it when i fuck you like this, c'mon."

and that's all it takes— clenching down on him and burying himself inside of you—and you're both gone.

your body tenses, a gasp of pleasure escaping your lips as you feel him cum inside of you, bodies shaking with the force of your release and his. your hips press against his as he relaxes into you, your nails digging onto his (glorious) back.

katsuki pants, taking a moment to admire you. the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, teetering on the edge from your high as you cling to him. like a koala.

"you did so good, sweets," katsuki murmured. he steadies himself beneath you and pulls his cock out, pressing the tip against your folds, waiting for the moment of his dreams. he almost has hearts in his eyes when he watches the cum drip out of you, going down his tip as he pushes it inside you again. "so damn good."

"i asked if you wanted to recreate those videos," he grins when he hears you gasp, feeling the tip of his cock rub your folds, squirming against him as you bit your lip. "i'll make sure i get all the details right by breeding the shit out of you."

and as the night wares on, you both collapse onto the couch, panting and exhausted, a tangle of limbs wrapped around each other, cuddled up close after having the most mind-numbing sex.

"so.." you look up at him with a lazy smile, laying your head on his chest. "loser lives with the eternal knowledge the winner is better, huh?"

he groaned, closing his eyes for a minute before staring at you as he runs his fingers through your hair. "sweets... you're real fuckin' lucky i love you. otherwise, i really would've went above and beyond and made sure i knocked you up."

"i wouldn't be opposed to that."

katsuki narrows his eyes at you, his fingers flicking your forehead. "don't tempt me, brat."

you rub your forehead with a pout, sticking your tongue out at him. "so mean."

he scoffs, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, gently but firmly pulling your hand away, hovering his lips to where he flicked earlier to give your forehead a soft kiss. "get some sleep, sweetheart."

"fine. i love you too, bub. goodnight."

"tch. love you more, dummy."

and honestly? katsuki doesn't need porn to get his dick hard. not when he has you. his personal porn star, his gorgeous girlfriend, and of course— his favorite person.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ inspired by my ex 🧍🏻‍♀️ hope this was to your liking and i hope you enjoyed, i apologize if it seems too.. lewd? nyways, i'll start working on these requests and the older brother's best friend/ best friend's older brother trope with katsuki (i cannot choose), comment if you wanna be tagged 💜💜