#I had a sudden desire to write haha

[hannieehaee]

First of all 'closer' is one of the greatest svt fics i've ever read. I could just feel all the wild butterflies aaaaaaaaaa and I still reread it from time to time

Also I've been thinking about mean dom jeonghan a lottttt. So can I request dom jeonghan x reader with like lots of nipple play (idk how you feel abt anal but if you're uncomfortable no need to add it!)

Feel free to scrape this if you're uncomfortable or simply not interested <3

18+ / mdi

content: softdom!jeonghan cuz im really bad at writing doms oops, nipple play, smut, dry humping, anal fingering and anal penetration, afab reader, teasing, jh is an asshole lmao, etc.

wc: 1427

a/n: thank u so much!!! thats my most popular fic haha i had no idea people would like it this much but it makes me so happy<33

a/n 2: also can u tell idk anything about anal oops</3

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"told you not to argue back, baby. now look where your bad behavior got you."

every word that left his lips did so condescendingly. had it been anyone else (or even under a different context), you wouldve argued back, protected your dignity.

but this was jeonghan. and you were sitting between his legs as you suffered through every one of his touches.

maybe suffering was a bit harsh, but that's exactly how it felt at the moment. his hands had not stopped their torture in the past hour, alternating between circling your clit and finding their way north and on your nipples, liberal in the way he pulled and twisted at them.

endless whines and breaths of frustration left you (meddled in with sounds of genuine pleasure), which you were sure went straight to the length currently pressed up against your back.

"you know this isn't the worst of it, right, baby?", he taunted, "wait til i get my hands to even more fun places. or when i finally put my mouth on you," you could hear the mischief in his voice.

and soon enough, he made good on his word. before even realizing what happened, you were on your back and your gremlin of a boyfriend was smirking above you as he leaned down to kiss at your chest.

it started off slow, soft, just as everything did with jeonghan. but it evolved into teasing and eye-watering. his lips wrapped around your nipple, eyes still on your face as he sucked at it. soft wafts of air were let out against your skin as he breathed through his nose, mouth too occupied on your tits.

"you're so fucking soft, baby. so pretty," and despite the teasing, he continued to be sweet to you.

the juxtaposition between the pleasure from his words and his lack of finesse while sucking at your tits made goosebumps form on your skin. your hand found his hair, pushing him closer, wanting more of both the softness and the harshness.

"love when i play with your tits, don't you, baby? naughty thing," he chuckled, finding your other boob.

meanwhile, his hips had been grinding into your own, molding against them while he entertained himself with your boobs. one of his hands laid itself next to your head to hold himself up while the other played with your neglected tit. you were thoroughly stimulated, yet you knew jeonghan would somehow try to go even further.

and you were proven correctly when his hand left your boob to find its way between your legs. but unexpectedly to you, instead of moving to play with your clit, he bypassed it to reach lower. your body followed with his silent desire, scooting up to give him access.

it was unspoken. his mouth remained occupied with your chest, leaving it more raw and sensitive by the second. his fingers found your hole while you were distracted by his mouth nibbling and pulling at your left nipple, gasping out at both the sudden intrusion and the bite.

"like that, baby? shit, so tight for me. can't wait to see how tight you'll be around my cock," he breathed out as if picturing it.

it didn't take him long to find that spot that had your eyes rolling back. and in usual jeonghan fashion, he made liberal use of it, taking turns in stimulating it and missing it altogether just to get you to cry out in frustration.

"god, you're so easy, baby. i can touch you anywhere and you cry," he chuckled, "such a sensitive little thing."

with his lips still on your chest, he mocked your moans between flicks of his tongue. it was too much. your breasts were overriding with sensitivity, but it felt too good to tell him to stop. you couldn't make a sound anymore. all that left you were hiccuped gasps or silent whines.

at every whine leaving your lips, jeonghan hummed into your chest, encouraging the sounds you made for him and even mocking you at times. it was so frustrating, so damn annoying, but it felt too good for any words of complaint to actually leave your lips.

"you know i won't make you cum, right, baby?", and his fingers suddenly left you. you could feel a smirk and the vibration of a cackle against your tit.

your whine of complaint was only met by a bite to your nipple, making you whine even louder.

"tsk, it's so hard having such a whiny girl begging me to touch her 24/7," he feigned annoyance, "but, maybe if you get on all fours for me, i might consider fucking you," he said it with a patronizing tone that made you want to sock him in the face, but you knew your body.

and so when he distanced himself from you, you willingly turned around, using your elbows for support as you lifted your hips up for him to take into his hands, positioning you against his crotch and teasingly grinding against you.

"see what a good girl you are? you deserve a reward, angel."

instead of reaching into the drawer for the usual condom, you heard the clacking of items as he blindly pulled out a bottle. you heard him struggle to open, letting out a few very jeonghan-like sounds as he opened the lube and squirted out a generous amount on his hands.

being the annoying tease he was, he made sure to slip his fingers in once again, muttering some half-assed excuse that he wanted to check just one last time to see if you were ready for him. your complains were met by a squeeze of your hips and a childish bite to your left hip.

"be good, baby. you were being so good, don't stop now," he tsk'd, "i'll give it to you now, okay?"

it wasn't often that jeonghan made use of your other hole. it was usually saved for special occasions. something about wanting to enjoy it as an extra treat every so often. some very jeonghan reason.

it was a bit of a struggle, but you were always reminded of how worth it it was when you'd hear his moans of struggle as he attempted not to cum within the first few seconds inside you.

"always so tight through here, baby. fucking strangling my dick," he sighed, "but you're ready for me, right, pretty? need me to fuck you now?"

you wailed at him when his hand rounded you, teasing at your clit as his hips began to move behind you. the angle must've been a little awkward for him, but he made it work. he made it work far too good.

"oh god, baby, fuckin' made for me, huh?", he groaned out.

the room was filled with jeonghan's occasional whining and the rhythmic slapping of skin. you were mostly mute, only crying out when he decided to hump at you extra hard in hopes of that exact effect.

"can never last when you're this tight," he whined, "so mean to me. always making me cum so soon," he complained in between thrusts.

he became frantic then, pushing you further into the bed, resulting in your head pressing up on the comforter and drooled. you were a mess, but you were comforted in the fact that jeonghan wasn't likely to be faring any better.

"hannie ..." was all you could mumble as your words muffled. you wanted to warn him, but he knew your body so well that he already knew.

"i know, baby, me too. let go, angel," he sighed out one last time.

you might've blacked out a bit. or maybe he did. perhaps both. it wasn't long til you found yourself lying on that exact same position, except jeonghan was no longer inside you but rather doing his weak attempt at flipping you over so you could cuddle him despite the mess forming between you.

"you make this so hard for me when you pass out," he grumbled jokingly, finally getting you to nuzzle into his neck.

his lips kissed at any area available, even ending up at your arm and sternum at some point. he didn't usually care as long as he was kissing you.

"then don't fuck my ass, you idiot," you bit at his arm, earning a 'wah!" from him.

"brat."

"says you."

he chuckled, giving you a peck on your lips this time.

"i'll give you five minutes before another failed attempt at cleaning you up," he warned.

"sure, old man."

and that earned you a bite in return.

[lilisettean]

Unspoken Rivalry | Zayne/Reader + Implied!Caleb/Reader

About: Ever since that incident, you rarely mentioned Caleb to anyone. So when you suddenly brought him up while in the fitting room with Zayne, his curiosity was piqued, albeit unwillingly.

Pairings: Zayne/Reader, Implied!Caleb/Reader

Notes: Sorry for repost and not smut haha. Decided to put all my L&DS writings here on this sideblog instead of my main blog because I didn't want to muddle things up. Anyway got this idea when Zayne was surprised at MC knowing how to tie a tie and I was like, HMMM maybe because she had practice with Caleb??? But nope the game went the other way.

AO3: Read here!

Warning: Implied love triangle.

“I’m shocked. I didn’t expect you to be good at tying a tie.”

You inspected the black tie you had selected for Zayne for a moment, nodding in approval at your own tastes. 

“Why, of course.” You said with a smile, glancing at him before directing him to face the full length mirror before you two. “I had a lot of practice.”

“Practice?”

“Caleb.” Zayne raised his eyebrows at the sudden mention of that name; your mutual childhood friend who had sadly passed away months prior. You rarely mentioned him nowadays, so to hear his name slip past your lips without anything prompting was a surprise.

“I… I used to do his tie for him before we went to school.” You whispered, fond memories of you tying his school tie while you complained about him not doing it himself surfaced. It felt like it was just yesterday when you complained about his odd request of making you do this every school day morning, but now… 

“I’m sure he’s capable of doing it himself.” Zayne remarked, careful with his choice of words. He eyed you through the mirror, pointedly ignoring the sting of jealousy that made itself known when he saw you smiled wistfully.

You shook your head and looked ahead, eyes unseeing and absorbed in those innocent, carefree days where everything was still normal. “He said it’s for good luck.” You explained, missing the light bemused snort beside you. “He would whine about not having the goddess of luck’s blessing if I didn’t.” 

‘That could’ve been you in his place.’ A traitorous part of him mumbled, and Zayne promptly shoved that thought back to the corners of his mind. But it ceased to be silenced. ‘That should’ve been you. But you chose to distance yourself.’ 

‘It was for her sake.’ 

‘But was it worth it? Missing precious time with her? Being replaced by someone else?’ That voice hissed, reminding him of the reluctant distance he had placed between him and you. He told himself that it was necessary for him to focus on his studies if he wanted to take care of you in the future, and that indulging in your presence then would only hinder his carefully laid plans. ‘You were the perfect match for her and yet you–’ 

Opting not to let his darker, less desirable thoughts taunt him, Zayne focused on you instead, placing a hand behind the small of your back and brought you before the mirror. 

“Do you think we still match?” He asked, his hushed question barely over the calming instrumentals that the shop you were in chose to play. If it weren’t for him being right next to you, you would’ve missed his question entirely.

You scrutinized his outfit through the mirror, and smiled. “I think we do.” 

“Good.” Zayne let out a breath he unconsciously held back. He stared at his reflection once more, wondering. Would he have had the same treatment if he had stayed?

If Caleb was still the same boy he had met all those years ago, he would’ve hated you extending the same care towards Zayne himself. He remembered being at the receiving end of Caleb’s piercing gaze multiple times when they were still together, especially when you had looked to Zayne instead of him for certain matters.

‘The past matters naught. What’s important is now and the future.’ He thought as he turned his focus towards you, silencing the doubts of you favoring Caleb over him.

“Will you tie my tie for me on that day then?” He asked, the corners of his lip threatening to twitch upward when you stared at him, perplexed.

“Do you need the goddess of luck’s blessing as well?” You joked in response, only to sigh when you realized he was serious. “Don’t tease me, Zayne. Why would you need me to do it anyway?”

“For luck.”

“Why would you need luck of all things? It’s just a banquet!”

“You never know.” Zayne parroted the words you said this morning. You sighed, wondering if he lied about only studying and joined a debate club when he was still in school.

“Fine! I don’t understand why you and Caleb want me to tie it when you two could do it better than me.” A small smile appeared on his face as you grumbled, preparing to change out of the outfit he had picked out for you.

‘You will understand eventually.’ He thought as a staff member approached him with his card and receipt in hand, thanking him for his patronage. 

‘For what man wouldn’t want their goddess' attention?’

[celestialanon]

Your Pact Marks

This was so lovely to write! I like to imagine that both Mc and the brothers can choose where their pact mark is, so I wanted to make some sweet content of them doing so! Light suggestive themes! (Mainly for Asmo haha) Do enjoy this one, dear readers!

Lucifer

This man was a show off, and you knew that. Having him make a pact with you in the first place felt like a job well done, and you too wanted to show everyone that. You thought of many places it could stand out. Your first choice was having it somewhere on your arms, but you ultimately thought it fitting right in the middle of your collar bone.

It lay on your skin like a fine piece of jewelry, and you almost always wore clothes that dipped low enough at the neck for it to show. His pact mark surprisingly wasn’t the biggest, but you still wore it proudly. And when he first noticed the mark on your skin, those anticipated bedroom eyes is what you had received.

Oh it blew up his ego alright, giving into his sin as he pulled you closer by the waist. His lips traced down to your mark, thumbs caressing into your sides as he gave you praise for your decision. Looks like you made the right move after all. He really couldn’t keep his hands off you when he found out, even a low growl escaping him while your face had gone red.

You’d find him smirking your way whenever you were in front of his brothers or a large group of demons. Most of them were shocked that you had managed to make a pact with him at all, and a few were even jealous. Then, you couldn’t help feeling prideful yourself. It was like you had won the lottery.

Lucifer was a bit more modest with his placement. He was actually the one who chose the inside of his forearm. He was able to cover it up when need be, but in those rare moments where he was shirtless or in shorter sleeves, it was for everyone to see. If he were asked about it, his eyes would meet yours, a burning desire hidden behind them as he explained.

Mammon

Mammon was your first man. He was that guy, and he was oh so special to you. Words couldn't describe the love you felt for the demon. So when it came down to deciding where your pact mark should be, you knew exactly where it would go. Right in the spot on your chest where your heart would be.

You were so excited to show him, leading him into your room with a large grin. You didn't waste time on explanation, beginning to strip yourself from your shirt. He was a stuttering and blushing mess, asking you what the hell you were doing all of a sudden. But then his eyes landed on the pact mark over your chest, and his words died in his throat.

This man could be brought to tears by you, seriously, you had no mercy. He pulled you into a deep hug, burying his face into your neck to hide himself. You brought a hand up to stroke at the hairs near his neck, feeling his body shiver against yours.

That day you comforted an emotional Mammon, the usually bright and rather annoying demon that was now putty in your hands. After letting a few tears out he went on his usual rant of how you of course would have his pact mark there, him being the Great Mammon and all. You fed into his self praise, watching his face light up with joy.

He ended up pulling you away from the brothers one evening into his own room, and you just stared at him confused as he reluctantly moved to unbutton his shirt. You thought he was making a move on you, until he puffed out his chest, presenting you his pact mark that sat in the same exact place. Needless to say, he was now the one comforting you.

Leviathan

Levi was a very hidden demon. He wasn't one to be in the lime light, and he was rather shy at times. That's why you came to the decision that you would be the one to show off for him. And that's how you ended up with having his pact mark over the top of your hand.

It wasn't too big, rather it fit just right. There were two main reasons you chose this spot. One, because you thought it looked sick. You thought you were so cool for having chosen this place. (And you were, go Mc!!) And second, because you knew it would gain much attention. You were able to freely show off the pact you had made with Levi, going into a rant about your beloved demon anytime someone asked.

Of course, he immediately noticed as well. Upon his first time seeing it, he went red in the face, asking you why you chose such a spot. Without missing a beat, you expressed that it was because you loved him so much you had to let everyone know, you had to show off your amazing pact mark with your favorite demon.

His heart would be in his throat in seconds, taking your hand wordlessly and tracing over the mark with a gentle look in his eyes. He even brought your hand up to his lips, giving a ghost of a kiss to your knuckles. Now every so often his hand would wander over to yours, mindlessly tracing over the mark with a smile on his face. He'd end up massaging your hand when you two cuddled as well.

He wasn't as bold as you, but his own pact mark wasn't too far from yours. He had his on the inside of his wrist. Enough for him to cover up with his sleeves, but to also show it off when he so chose to by wearing shorter sleeves. Then it'd be you tracing over his mark, leaning into him with a sickeningly sweet smile on your face.

Satan

You initially had a hard time figuring out where you wanted his mark to be. It was quite large, and long in length. There was only so much places it would fit nicely on your body. You had come to a solution that you thought was quite clever.

The pact mark began on the outside of your calve, the rest of it flowing on both the upper and lower part of your leg. It decorated your skin nicely, like an extra accessory. Sadly, it wouldn’t be noticeable when you wore pants and such (which was often.) But those days you lounged about in shorts, those days when you took a trip to the beach, your mark was definitely the center of attention.

Satan was inlove with the placement you had chose. He thought it looked elegant, you had managed to make his mark look like a piece of art on your body. You would turn only to find a small blush coloring his cheeks, him telling you how much more beautiful you looked in his eyes. His suave comments always left you a bit shy.

He loved cuddling close to you in bed, moving your leg up over his lap to get a good look at the mark. His fingers stroked over it as he read you his current book, and you’d fall into sleep at the soothing touch of his fingers and soft voice. He most definitely took a few pictures of it, staring at the photo like a lovestruck idiot. He’d get embarrassed if you caught him though.

He decided to use the same placement on his own body, but on the opposite leg. He couldn’t think of a more clever spot anyways, and he enjoyed the idea of matching with you. This way, there would be no confusion when others noticed the matching marks on your body. It made him quite cocky, being able to show people that you belonged to each other.

Asmodeus

You knew exactly where Asmo would have wanted his pact mark on your body without him even asking. And admittedly, you were a bit embarrassed at the idea at first. The mark would be stuck on your body forever. But after thinking over how much you cared for this cheeky demon, you gave in.

So, now you have his pact mark set right under your stomach, right above your groin area. It was actually quite pretty, much like Asmo himself. Most people wouldn’t be able to see it though, since you didn’t favor wearing the most revealing clothes around demons freely. But that was ok, because the person who was meant to see it most would definitely be getting an eyeful.

When you shyly lifted up your shirt one night, anticipation growing in your stomach at another slight turn of events, he paused with his mouth agape. A bright blush spread over his face as he looked down at you, his smile twitching, threatening to spread even wider if it could. He was beyond happy at the placement, telling you how perfect you were and how perfect his mark looked on you.

He’d trail down your body with kisses, stopping at your waist band to admire the mark. His nails lightly traced over it, causing you to squirm under his touch, but he held you in place. He made sure to give that area extra attention, kisses and nips being left on your body. You’d end up complaining, saying that he was teasing you.

It was another night where things have managed to go off track, and he stopped your advances on him for just a second to begin stripping himself from the tight confines of his shirt. Your face went red with the implications of the mark being in the exact same place as yours, covering your face in disbelief. He pulled you close, whispering how you now knew that his body belonged only to you.

Beelzebub

You seriously contemplated having his mark over your belly, because it just seemed like the most Beel like spot to place it. But the look of the mark wouldn’t have been too flattering, and you still wanted it to look nice. So you thought out areas that were close to that spot, smiling to yourself when you’ve made your decision.

The mark was now neatly placed on the side of your ribs. Like Lucifer’s, it was surprisingly on the smaller side, but you still thought it added a nice touch to your body. You would admire it in the mirror, your face feeling warm at the idea of Beel seeing it. You would have to show it to him in private, since your clothes would cover it up most of the time.

When you first showed him the mark, he immediately stopped chewing on the granola bar he had in his hand. He went to touch over your skin, your body shivering at the tip of his fingers. A bright smile graced his lips, and he pulled you up on your toes to give you the sweetest kiss he could. What a pleasant surprise this was for him, his mark looked so good on you!

He’d always be happy when you were able to show it off, which would mainly be when you both went on a beach trip. If anyone asked you about it, you’d get red in the face but still proudly exclaimed that it was Beel’s pact mark. He’d be like a happy little puppy next to you, glad that you wanted to show him off proudly.

His own mark sat right on the upper back of his shoulder. He had more chances to show it off, especially when he went to workout with his shirt off. He knew a few demons would steal glances at him, and he couldn’t help the small smirk on his lips as he lifted up his weights, arms and shoulders flexing. It made the mark stand out, and he was proud to be wearing it.

Belphegor

You didn’t have a problem over wether your pact mark was easy to see or not. All that really mattered to you was that Belphie would see it, so finding a spot wasn’t too hard for you. As you turned to see yourself in the mirror, you admired the way the mark went down your spine.

It was rather long like Satan’s, so there weren’t many places you thought it would look right. But you were confident in your decision, liking the way it went down your body. You decided to purposely wear loose fitting clothes before making your way to Belphie’s room, excited for him to see the mark.

He had his arms wrapped around you from behind, your usual cuddling position. It was when he went to bury his face in your back when he noticed something looking as if it were sticking out of your shirt. His finger hooked onto the back of your shirt, pulling the clothe down enough to reveal the mark lining your back. And as soon as he saw it, he was all over you.

He smirked against your skin, placing kisses down your back as you chuckled at his touch. He pulled you closer against his chest when he was done, his chin going over your shoulder to whisper in your ear. He told you how good it looked on you, and how you must be totally obsessed with him. You just rolled your eyes, confirming how you were, in fact, totally obsessed with him. It was alright to let him be smug once in a while.

Belphie didn’t care too much about the placement of the mark on his body either. He actually had it placed near his ankle, trailing up his leg. You noticed it when he would wrap his legs around you, his pajamas riding up his leg to reveal the mark. You’d laugh and tell him he did that on purpose to get you to notice. (He did.) but you smothered him in attention anyways, your hand stroking over the mark as you cuddled close.

[leahsflwer]

Would it be a pain in your behind to write a Aro X reader (Gender Neutral)? Can be whatever topic your nasty little heart desires ;-}

Yes deary~~ it isn’t very long 🙏 but it is worth it I hope 😭❣️ ARO IS SUCH A FANTASTIC CHARACTER even with his bazaar laugh haha would smas- 🤍

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Aro Imagine “The Throne Room breakdown” (Angst-Fluff-Mild smut content)

Warnings: Angst, slight panic attack (not too bad), vamp murder, fluff and mild smut (very mild), being interrupted (cause it’s a bother 🥲)

Aro Volturi x reader (Gender fluid)

I entered the throne room checking that it was empty and closed the two large doors behind me, walking over to the steps. Looking upon the three thrones in thought. My mind was flashing through a hundred thoughts at once and I felt overwhelmed.

My feelings were changing so quickly and it wasn’t usual. I was usually peaceful and calm, but at this current moment it was different, I was upset and angry all at once.

Their faces flashed through my mind it was sickening and I wanted to throw up.

One of the doors opened and closed as a familiar figure entered the room. I wanted to ignore them until I caught onto the smell. It was Aro Volturi. He was not someone you could just ignore. But I remained on the steps as he walked over to me.

“What is on your mind darling?” He spoke up with his posh voice

“S-Sorry Aro I’m just.. in thought..” I stuttered out.

He seemed to understand my body language and put his hand out for me. I hesitated to move, but eventually gave in and took his hand, standing up and looking at him as he seen my mind.

“You’re unsettled by the food I see?” He sighed

“I don’t ever want to go against you my lord. But.. there was children amongst them. They had lives to live and memories to create, you can’t take kill them.. it’s not right” I yelled, which I shouldn’t have but I did, it needed to be said.

He nodded in return and returned to his throne, sitting down and making me nervous. He could instantly have my head ripped off and my body burned but he smiled at me and used his hand to motion for me to come over. I shyly walked up the stairs some more and stood in front of him.

“I never liked the idea either. I tell them not to gather the kids, but it is hard to separate children from their parents. Perhaps it is time that we made a slight change and make sure that the children are one hundred percent gone and not to be harmed. I hate to see their cute faces mutilated by blood sucking monsters.” He nodded

It was shocking to me, that he actually cared about my thoughts, he cared for the children and agreed to it all. I was happy and smiled at him, taking his hand.

“Thank you Aro. That means a lot, to not just me but a lot” I spoke up.

He was visibly taken back that I touched him without consent, but then a smile appeared on his lips. He gently guided me to sit on his lap. I got flustered at his confidence but adjusted so I was comfortable and looked him in the eyes.

“I’d do anything to see you happy my sweet Angel” he smiled.

He moved some of my hair from my face and looked at me from head, down to my body on his thighs. His hand on my waist grew tighter as he lifted up my chin, so I was looking straight at him.

I got a sudden rush over my body making me cup his face in return and press a soft kiss to his lips. He looked at me when I pulled back and raised a brow with a grin.

Aro gave no thought behind his eyes as he kissed me again, this time it was longer, passionate and left me hot. I oddly felt safe in his arms, sitting upon the kings throne with him.

Until the doors opened with a hugged thud and Demetri alongside Felix came in.

“Sorry to disturb you both” Demetri cleared his throat

“But we have some important news” Felix continued with an awkward nod.

Aro didn’t want to break from the kiss however, he continued for a moment before pulling away with a smile, he noticed how flustered I got and just chuckled, picking me up and playing me in Marcus’s thrown, walking over to the two and speaking with them.

Leaving me on the other thrown shy and flustered from his utter confidence.

[drama--universe]

Sudden Lover

Requested by @llotuspetals: Hey it's me again haha, so I was wondering if you could write another huaze lei ff. Off if you're getting tired of writing them you don't have to! But if you could, can you write a fic where reader is new to the school and because of some drama they get challenged with the joker card. And during the challenge huaze lei falls for the reader and gets teased by his group while we get some more interactions? Thanks

Pairing: Huaze Lei x reader

Word Count: 2.5k words

Warnings: bullying, joker card

It had only been a week that you were at this school, but you knew the card in your locker all too well. The red joker card was something that haunted you the second that you heard of it, afraid of the consequences that you surely would never get. Yet here you were, staring straight at the card as if it were mocking you. You didn't even know why, you don't remember ever doing something to annoy the F4 students. You hadn't even met any of them as far as you were aware, but you may have called them stupid rich boys once to your friend...

Realization struck you, your stomach turning uncomfortably as you realized that she probably ratted you out. Whispers started around you, making you realize that everyone now had their eyes on you. You could hear them loud and clear, some saying that you were now a clear target for their desires and you felt like you needed to throw up.

Slamming your locker shut, you quickly pushed your way through the crowd and ignored all the snickering. Your eyes went forward, immediatley setting on the four men. One looked proud, one looked annoyed and the other two looked emotionless like they didn't care. They probably didn't, you had heard that Daoming-Si was the one in charge of the joker card while the other three just followed.

While you stared at the four, you didn't notice the person sneaking up on you nor did you notice as the cold liquid poured over you. When you did, you only gasped at the sensation before turning your head to see two girls. They didn't even look at you, instead they were staring at the F4 boys and you could only curse softly.

"Oops." One of the girls said and you gave her a soft glare, which the other one didn't permit. She grabbed your face with her hand, her grip painful as he nails dug in your skin and then she slapped you.

"Targets don't fight back." She said before they walked off and you only sighed again, getting up before wiping the liquid away from your eyes. You didn't know what it was, but it stank and you didn't want to risk an eye infection. You turned your head back to the four boys before walking past them, stopping once you stood close enough.

"Is it fun?" You asked and Daoming-Si turned his head, smirking as he nodded and you only scoffed at him.

"I don't regret what I said and I won't. You're only proving my claim to be true. All four of you are pathetic." You said before storming off to the bathroom. You needed to get this stuff off of you and you carried an extra shirt in your bag, so you could change.

One week in and you had seen bullying methods that you had never seen before. Feathers in your locker, thumb tacks on your seat, people cutting open your school bag and some even stole your books. Your phone had cracks on it from being thrown, your computer had some scratches from being dropped when you were pushed over and people had even stolen your clothes when you were changing from having food or drinks poured on you. You got sick of it, but you weren't giving up. You worked too hard to get here and some childish bullies weren't going to change that. So you kept quiet and continued everything, not knowing that you were being watched by Huaze Lei.

Granted, Huaze Lei didn't stop Daoming-Si when he placed the card in your locker, but he still didn't agree. What you said wasn't that bad, especially since you didn't know them at all. But he watched as you ignored every taunt, fought back against the bullies who took advantage of the Joker card to bully others and he watched as you never even cried for any of it. He had to give it to you, you were tough.

The challenge was only two days from now and Huaze Lei wondered how you would do. Would you win or loose, that was a good question that he wanted to know the answer to.

The room was silent, you all sat at the table except for Ximen. He stood up beside Daoming-Si.

"You don't play bridge, do you?" Mei-Zou was first to speak up and you shook your head.

"Not my game unfortunately. I always come second." You answered, an answer that seemed to surprise them, but you paid no mind to them as you grabbed the stack of cards in the middle. Flipping through them, you picked out a queen of hearts and put it in front of you without letting them see it. The other cards went back to the middle, but you left the half separated from each other so that the card above and below your card could be seen if flipped.

"Guess the card suit?" You asked and the four of them glanced at each other before looking back at you, asking how many guesses they got. You just held up a single finger at him, which seemed to annoy them slightly. Mei-Zou was the only one who looked confident, leaning forward on his elbows.

"I get to ask one question and you answer honestly." He said and you shrugged, leaning back before tapping the card again.

"Where did you pick it from the deck?" "It was the 31st card." You answered, eyes connecting to Mei-Zou's as he showed a soft smile.

"That would be a ten of diamonds." He answered, making you frown slightly at his confidence in number and suit. Nonetheless, he was wrong about it. You took the larger half of the deck in the middle, flipping it to see the card that was below yours. An eleven of hearts. Mei-Zou didn't seem to react to it, like he expected it. Then you flipped the other half, revealing that the ten of diamonds was in fact the card above yours. Mei-Zou's face fell, his eyes widening out of shock as he tried to process it.

"You can count all cards, but mistakes are inevitable." You said, flipping your card around to reveal the queen of hearts and that seemed to make it clear to them. You only smiled at the rage that was clear on Daoming-Si's face before getting up from the table. Huaze Lei got up as well, holding out his hand to you.

"Congratulation on your win." He said and you smiled, taking his hand with a smile before turning to the other three.

"See. Not that difficult to be nice, is it? You could learn from him." You said before walking out of the room with a smile on your face. The doors opened and the crowd stood there, all waiting for a hint. Some seemed to believe that you lost, but others looked a bit hopeful that someone finally won. Your smile probably said enough for some, but when Daoming-Si came out and stormed out angrily people got the hint.

"You know, we're all pretty nice. Want to find out how nice we are?" Ximen's voice rang out from behind you, making you scoff loudly.

"Do you know how creepy that sounds?" You asked and he shrugged, saying that it usually worked with others and you shook your head at him.

"Do you want some coffee, perhaps?" Huaze Lei then asked and you nodded at him with a smile, only making Huaze Lei smile at Ximen teasingly. You rolled your eyes at the antics of them and started walking off, but the three followed nonetheless.

"Shouldn't you go to Daoming-Si and stroke his ego some more?" You asked, making Huaze Lei and Mei-Zou burst out in laughter. It earned you some looks, but you ignored them as you walked down the stairs and to the café near school.

Entering, all eyes turned to you as you sat down with the two boys while Huaze Lei stood up to get your orders. You told him your favorite drink and Ximen and Mei-Zou were quick to also say theirs, both smiling at Huaze Lei innocently. He just rolled his eyes before walking to the counter, returning minutes later with four drinks.

"Thank you." You gave him another smile before drinking from the drink while looking at the boys again. Mei-Zou still looked bummed out, staring at his hands awkwardly and you softly sighed.

"If it makes you feel better, I might have just messed up in my counting." You said and Mei-Zou's head shot up, staring at you before shaking his head softly.

"I could've been wrong too." "Nah, you can remember all cards in a shuffled deck. Honestly, it was impressive that you could guess the card above mine." You said and a shy smile appeared on his face, looking at his drink with a soft thank you spilling from his lips.

"No comment about us?" Ximen spoke up once more and you looked at him, holding back from rolling your eyes at him.

"I'm sure you make excellent tea. Unfortunately for you, I don't drink tea much." You replied, making Ximen sigh loudly again at his failed attempt. A cough came from beside you and you looked at Huaze Lei before sighing again.

"You're very handsome and your violin playing is immensely good." You said, which seemed to please the man as he leaned back in his seat with a smile. You only rolled your eyes at the antics.

The bell above the door rang, Daoming-Si marching in and quickly found the four of you. A glare was thrown your way before his rant started, asking why they were here with you. Huaze Lei was the first to interrupt him, pulling him to sit down after moving a bit closer to you. Daoming-Si complained a bit more, but eventually shut up.

The rest of the conversation was a it more awkward.

"No, no, no! We have to go there! It's good and cheap, perfect combination!" You exclaimed as you looked up to Huaze Lei from his lap, the man only smiling down at you as he let go off your hair. You didn't really know how you ended up here, ever so cozy with Huaze Lei. It had been a couple of weeks since the challenge and Huaze Lei kept approaching you, asking you to hang out or get some coffee. You usually accepted, after all he was a genuinely nice person and a good friend. This day was no less, sitting on the roof as you both waited for your classes to start and killing time with conversations.

"Alright, after school we can go." Huaze Lei said and you smiled, getting up quickly and holding out your hand for him with your pinky stretched out.

"Promise?" You asked and Huaze Lei nodded, intertwining his pinky with yours before softly kissing it. You rolled your eyes before getting up from the seat completely and slinging your bag on your shoulder. You quickly said your goodbye, ruffling his hair before rushing down the stairs for your class. Huaze Lei remained on the roof, still smiling slightly before grabbing his bag as well. Going down, he made his way to the exit of the building. He spotted Mei-Zou from a distance and gave a nod to his friend.

"Lei? I thought you didn't have any lessons today?" Mei-Zou stated and Huaze Lei just gave a smile before continuing his way to the exit. Mei-Zou only shook his head at his friends antics before making his way to his own classes.

Girls were staring, it was obvious at this point. You were sitting opposite of Huaze Lei, eating peacefully as you tried to ignore all the girls, and even some men, that stared at the both of you. All though, none of the stares were directed at you and rather at Huaze Lei. The stares that were in your direction were mostly of disbelief or something along those lines, whispers loud enough to be heard. One girl seemed to gather her courage, getting closer to your table and leaning down to Huaze Lei. He glanced her way, giving a polite smile which seemed to give the girl some more courage.

"Could I have your number?" She asked, leaning down a bit more and almost blocking your view to Huaze Lei, but you ignored it as you looked at your food. Your hand was on the table, fingers mindlessly tapping the table as you waited for her to finish or for Huaze Lei to give her what she wanted. Thoughts swarmed around in your head, but those soon disappeared when your hand was grabbed and lifted from the table.

"I'm here with my lover." Huaze Lei said, showing your now intertwined hands and the girl looked at you. It was clear that she thought of herself above you, but she didn't show it as she gave a forced smile before backing off. You took the chance to look back at the man in front of you again, a bit shocked as you realized that he wasn't going to let go of your hand.

"Lover?" You whispered and Huaze Lei only smiled before focusing on his food again, his other hand still holding yours tightly. His smile remained on his face, making you question why he was smiling to begin with.

"Do you like that thought so much?" You asked, making Huaze Lei look up again and make eye contact with you again. His smile dropped slightly before he seemingly decided on an answer that was good enough.

"Yes, I do actually." He replied and you stared at him for a couple of seconds before realizing what he said, grip on his hand tightening slightly of shock. You didn't know what to say, only awkwardly picking at your food until you finally finished everything.

The bill was paid and you were soon outside, shivering at the cold wind that blew past you. The walk to your dorm house wasn't long, but Huaze Lei's actions made it feel like an eternity. He'd push you to the side of the houses when you walked near a street, his jacket had been draped over your shoulders and he was kind enough to let you with your thoughts. It wasn't until you reached your dorm house that he spoke up, telling you to get some rest.

"I feel the same." You stated suddenly, your mouth faster than your thoughts as you tried to keep calm. It seemed enough for him, his smile brightening and you were unable to hide your own.

"Then I can take you on a date maybe? Like tomorrow?" He asked and you smiled at him again, stepping down two steps of the stairs before softly kissing his cheek. Then you returned his jacket, stepping up the stairs and opening the door. You gave a final smile to him before speaking up again.

"You could." Then you closed the door after a short wink, smiling all the way back to your dorm.

Huaze Lei didn't stop smiling until the next day.

[plutopitou]

◇ Psychological words of love

yandere!bakugou katsuki x female reader

genre: dark content, angst

Katsuki loves you very much. With every fight ending with a questioning of his character, he’ll do anything he can for you to realize just how much you need him- even if it meant having to break you down for you to see it. | 18+ MDNI

word count: 7.4k

warnings: mention of suislide (nothing else), dark themes/romance, yandere bakugou, he’s emotionally manipulative and controlling oops, also very calculated, reader has anxiety, not for the lighthearted, read with caution!

My longest fic yet! He’s so vengeful with this one haha hope you all enjoy I had fun writing it ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄

“What did I do?”

You’re not sure why that was the first question to slip out of your mouth when your boyfriend says he is breaking up with you.

He is smart, knowing to speak his words very carefully. He would never say “I think we should break up” as that would offer some sort of negotiation.

There is no negotiation with him, there never was when you thought about it.

Katsuki’s steel gaze almost feels emotionless, like running into a brick wall that appeared out of no where. His stance is casual, a couple feet away yet suddenly it felt like he was so far and hard to reach out to. You assume he’s mad at you again, but his face looks far from it. He isn’t looking at you like you would a bratty child, he’s looking at you like you would study a century old work of art. He looks at you like an object.

Insecurity floods through your body, you felt like you were bare naked in public, his keen red eyes observing you carefully for your next move.

A sharp cool sensation runs down your back realizing the gravity of the situation.

You’re going to be alone.

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” Katsuki looks at you accusingly. He doesn’t look to be hurt at all from his sudden statement, glancing at you like he’s doing you a favor. “Why do you look so scared now?”

Why are you so scared, again?

He’s right. This is what you wanted. The amount of times you fought tooth and nail to get away from him. You couldn’t count on both hands how hoarse your voice became the night after your screaming match with him to let you have some control over your own life.

The door to his apartment was always open, so why didn’t you just leave? He’s giving you an out. But it feels so sudden.

You sit up straight in your bed, putting the laptop Katsuki gifted in front of you, your game of Mahjong unfinished. You unknowingly scratch the itch on your wrist and never stop, anxiety riddling through your body. His strong gaze never falters, crossed arm leaning against the doorframe waiting for a response.

In a split second you had to stop yourself from apologizing. What did you have to apologize for? You felt he had deserved every piece of back talk you gave him, every time he pinned you against furniture, lips so close to yours but never giving you the kiss you desired.

Instead he spit insults, trying to hold up a mirror to your beautiful face knowing as much as you yell your supposed hatred for him he knows in his soul what you’ll give up for him and need him.

Now he’s got to make sure you saw your own desperation as well.

You close the laptop, never making eye contact with him. “Well, I don’t-“ The air feels so thick. “What do I do?” You whsiper.

Katsuki shrugs at your confusion, giving a short nod at your closet full of clothes, clothes he bought you.

“I’ll have someone I know get you an apartment. I’ll drop you and your stuff off there after work Friday. Be ready, ‘lright?” Katsuki turns to make his leave, closing the door softly.

There was no real conversation. He was cut-throat, leaving no room for explanation for either of you. Now you sit there, your spare bedroom filled with a warm late afternoon glow you desperately want to get out of.

The door clicks.

And you still had more to say.

Six months ago..

Running into the 15th floor lobby, your hair is nearly soaking and drips of water expose your trail to your reception desk.

Small equipment tumbles over when you settle in, moving around fallen objects and putting away papers. The corner of your eye you see your coworker and friend Hina paving her way near with a white office box containing clutter.

She has been the only familiar face after being at Dynamight’s agency for close to nine months. Both starting at around the same time. You saw eachother every day, finding solace in one another for being the newbies- going to lunch together, hanging out after work. In a setting that is riddled with kiss-ass employees, having a genuine companion kept you confident.

She timidly walks up a sad smile of remorse on her face. “Sorry I’m a bit late, Hina- I woke up so late and forgot my umbrella.”

She gives a little laugh, putting the box on your desk and takes off her dark gray cardigan, handing it over for you to wear. You take it with a small thank you, tossing it on to cover your damp clothing.

Hina makes minimal eye contact with you, darting her eyes around your body with pink cheeks. “So I- I just came back from Dynamight’s office and he wants to see you..”

Your heart mildly jumps at his name, however don’t think of it to be any less normal. While listening you’re still rushing to get your desk in order for the rest of the day, waiting for your desktop to turn on as you brush your hair to look presentable again. “Oh alright, that’s fine. I’ll be there in like five or ten minutes- here, I’ll send a message over-“

“No.. he said he wants to see you immediately. He looked really agitated and has something urgent get to tell you.” You look up confused.

Hina doesn’t know much about the things happening between you and Katsuki. As much as you trusted her, an illicit workplace relationship between an employee and her boss would travel like wildfire- no matter how quiet you tried to be with it.

Hina can be naive at times, she may work harder to catch up to others, but she is not stupid. Hina is quiet but quiet people are the most observant, she always suspected something but never confronted it.

You set the hairbrush down, a sudden weight settling on your chest, you nod at the box she held earlier. “What is that stuff?”

“I just found out today..” Hina looks at me with a regretful face. “They’re switching our positions, you’re getting demoted.”

There were two paths you weren’t sure you wanted to take. Rational or irrational.

Could someone blame you for feeling betrayed? Even if it was her final say if she wanted to accept the position, it had to be her? You wondered what you had done to be demoted so suddenly. You work as hard as you can, you even stay late at times when you don’t have to just so the next morning can run smoothly for everyone else. What could you have possibly done?

You stand up tall, matching Hina’s height. Light drops of water still drip down your damp hair, everything being a complete stupid mess and it wasn’t even 9am yet.

She feels bad for you.

“Was it your choice to accept this position?” You ask lowly, her guilty eyes finally made sense.

“Please just listen to me-“

You didn’t want to her quick explanations to excuse herself. You liked at least trying to work hard for what you got, all in hopes of a better position. But now there is no promotion- just a demotion. And to your closest friend is who you lost it to.

She stands there erratic and brows pulled together, explaining her choices- how hard it was on her to fuck you over. She repeats over and over how sorry she is when she had to think about how she wanted to push you off your pedestal ten minutes ago.

Your hair is wet and you haven’t eaten- Hina coming up to you explaining this when the sun has barely come up feels similar to a fly buzzing in your face.

You tilt your head with a forced laugh, walking around your desk until a mere couple inches away from her face. “You’re fucking unbelievable.” Hina’s skin was practically melting from the anger that pulsed off your body. There was nothing you wanted more than to cause an even bigger scene, practically everything you been working up towards tumbling down from your own friend.

The room was more suppressed than it was a moment ago. Glancing behind her head, multiple worried eyes watch the scene play out as a dominating presence waltz in and stops a couple meters away.

Thick black boots paired with his baggy pants, his signature orange trim outlining the hero outfit. He holds a rigid expression, disappointment flowing through his face as he blows a low sigh. Katsuki gestures his hand at you to follow him and turns around “You. Let’s go.”

A thick ball crawls to your throat, holding itself there, hiding away. You shake off Hina’s cardigan, shoving it into her arms as you pace up to Katsuki. Judgeful eyes follow you like a shadow, causing your eyes to peer down in a feeing of shame.

As silent as the floor has became with his presence it makes his footsteps so attention grabbing. You never had to actually see Dynamight to feel his dominant aura, you can sense it a floor below.

Katsuki rubs his forehead in stress with one hand, keeping the other in his pocket. Making your way through the halls you focus on the light jingles of the accessories and buckles on his lower half to cancel out the work place’s loud stares and murmurs.

Before stepping in the elevator, another employee walks in, turning around to face you and the blonde, six-foot man. The look of shock glimmers away into a shaky smile, bowing his apologies to Dynamight before quickly making his way back out, the stairs suddenly being a better option.

You give a sigh of relief when you both walk in, an opportunity to breathe away from everyone. You tilt back against the wall, not daring to have said a word to Katsuki. Even away from the floor, you still struggle to completely shake away the anxiety as you’re barely a foot away from your boyfriend. He leans against the side wall, arms crossed not even looking at you and it hurts more than you wished it did. Even though no one knew of your relationship you still feel as if you embarrassed him as an employee. You watch the floor number rise from fifteen to twenty, elevator ringing as you continue to follow him.

It was interesting to observe the dynamic Katsuki has with his employees, some greeting a good morning, others deciding to not engage in fear of his rough, bold nature. However he is not who he was years ago, he doesn’t have an explosive character like you read in his UA days.

These days when you’re with him he seems to be more mellow and calm. Katsuki isn’t spontaneously erratic.

He’s more vengeful.

Any time you yell out of frustration, he does not immediately yell back in spite to fuel you, no, instead he’ll remember it- he won’t forget until a perfect time comes to throw it back in your face.

You both finally walk into the hero’s office, locking the door behind him.

Your heart beats so fast you worry of it exploding, rupturing blood all over the desk in front of you. Playing with the rings Katsuki bought you, they turn round and round on your finger exhibiting your rapid, disillusioned thoughts of how this is going to turn out.

Looking up, your stomach jumps at Katsuki already looking directly in your soul, hand resting on his chin. His lean abs contour through his black compression shirt with that signature orange trim- his usual office wear for lounging before patrols.

The rain outside continues to pitter patter on the glass to your right, the dim and cloudy morning reflecting in Katsuki’s face and into his mood.

“What time did you get here today?”

“About 8:45.”

“You start at 8:30.”

You sit back in your chair, leg ticking. “Well you already demoted me so does it matter what time I get here anymore?” You say with a light glaze of lingering attitude.

Katsuki gives a pronounced sigh, getting up to the bathroom and coming back with a fluffy white towel. He throws it lazily atop your head, shaking it back and forth trying to dry your damp hair for you, reminiscent of all the times he does it after you shower together.

“Just listen to me, ‘lright? I just want to be able to make sure you’re always okay- I dont always go down there so if I can have you somewhere I’m always at, which is mission filing, it’s better for both of us.” Katsuki leans down, a light grip at the column of your throat paired with a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

You place the towel on your lap as Katsuki goes to sit down. You want to empathize with the fact he just wants to make sure you’re okay, however what else did you lose with this decision? You were never actually in any sort of danger knowing he would always be there to keep you safe, but even now with him by your side, you’ve lost a friend. With Katsuki gone for unexpected patrols, who was there for you to be with?

No one but rather just sit and wait patiently for him.

“I just wished-“

“Come here..” He says gruffly.

You stand, walking to Katsuki’s chair. He pulls you into him, slipping yourself into his lean arms as you rest into his chest. “You’re gonna be alright, okay? I’ll have someone move your stuff over and assign someone to train you. I’ll see you there later- I got some shit I need to do there anyways. Some dumbass mixed a bunch of piles together.” You give a small nod, closing your eyes. The amount of activities that happened in the last half an hour has given you a headache, you just want to revel in Katsuki’s warmth forever.

You almost felt lucky to have found someone like Katsuki, some people only wish to have a partner they know is strong, let alone a top pro-hero like him. You slept like a baby remembering you have him to count on, to lean on.

How he always seems to smell so good, the natural scent radiates off him, wisping its way into the air like a pink love potion, taunting you to take a nosedive right to his heart for more of his tenacious affection.

But when you take a long dive straight down into what seems so tantalizing, so provokingly sweet and open, you had better hope those waters weren’t shallow.

One month ago..

“You practically keep me fucking trapped here! I want to go out, make friends and have a life! I feel like a damn prisoner.” You scream back at him. After your fall out out with Hana it was a complete stop to outings and social relationships.

Katsuki rolls his eyes, trying to hold back his venomous words. “That’s not what I’m doing-“

“But you are! You always get mad at me when I try and talk to any coworkers, even when I’m just trying to do the job you gave me. I didn’t want that stupid position, and you practically drove my only friend away from me doing it!” Little droplets of tears hit your cheeks, you just felt frustrated. You hated to admit at home you were starting to feel depressed remembering besides your boyfriend, you didn’t have a social life outside the four walls you were in.

Katstuki sits back, the laptop illuminating a coolness off his face. He pushes his hair back in exasperation. “I already told you (y/n) why I did that. I didn’t do shit to drive her away from you, you did that to yourself.”

“I did not do that to myself-“

“But you did, baby.” He says accusingly. “You were the one that had to cause a damn scene and embarass me and yourself in front of the whole floor.” He looks into your eyes. “I don’t know what the hell else you want from me.”

You glare at him across the table. Your moist, glazed eyes are icy. His insinuation that this is the bed you made yourself leaves you feeling cold.

For a second you ponder how your relationship led up to this. You missed not long ago when your stomach flew in anticipation from his presence, not dropped. You missed when he chased you around the house completely out of breath until he caught you with a sweet kiss in victory.

Now you felt stuck in a situation you didn’t want to be in, even if you wanted be with him.

“Then I’ll leave.”

You said it as a compromise, Katsuki took it as a threat.

The room was quiet. You weren’t looking at him but you knew he was looking straight at you. His sharp red eyes had their own quirk of strength, feeling where they linger.

He almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing from you. He had to take over every responsibility in your life, practically make your decisions for you. Not that he minded, however to see this is what he got in return,

All he saw was your ungratefulness.

Vengeful.

He spoke his next words carefully. “Is that what you want?”

Pushing you hair back, you huff trying to hold back more tears. “I don’t know, Katsuki, I’m just tired.. I want to be with you but I- I just want more than this..” You finally say it. “I want my freedom.”

He doesn’t say a word.

The lump in your throat thickens, your eyes glaze over from his lack of reaction.

There was more you wanted to explain. The lonliness at work causing more insecurity as the days went by, wondering if someone was spreading rumors that you were a horrible person and that’s why it seems no one wanted to be your friend. Seeing an increase of articles with his name and famous pro-hero women as some sort of headline made you think why couldn’t you have a quirk like everyone else. Did he see you as weak? Is that why he does every little thing for you?

You wished he was more open for you to talk about your insecurities so you can have another reason to be here with him.

You turn and leave to your room.

.

Your mind drifts away from the scene in the past.

The dim glow above the stove gives subtle illumination, showing your half eaten bowl of ramen.

Now you sit at the kitchen island alone, not facing the main door in case Katsuki comes back from an emergency patrol with one of his sidekicks. It’s a late Thursday afternoon and your body fought itself to get up out of the painstaking urge of hunger and release of your full bladder.

Your hair is no different than a bird’s nest made of urgency. Your body feels warm from the amount of blankets that were stacked atop your unmoving body yet still some how you feel very cold and empty. You never did much of the cooking while you and Katsuki lived together, the most he’d let you contribute was prepping and chopping ingredients so by the time he got home he can cook. Still, you were grateful for it as you weren’t the best chef either.

Last night there wasn’t much sleep to be had- waking up every hour not remembering where you were with the cold emptiness beside you. When you finally did you couldn’t help but explode in tears from the heartache of the situation, falling back asleep in your cold, damp pillow. There was a urge to pad yourself over to your once shared room and push yourself into his front and beg from him to take you back, that you’ll be better for him, that you’re sorry. But deep down you knew to ask for Bakugou Katsuki’s forgiveness was no easy task when you were making things up to be sorry for.

The jingle of the doornob and keys jolt you out of your trance of staring at your half uneaten food. The door opens and you don’t dare to look back, if you did you think you’ll just burst into tears once more.

Katsuki goes past your back into the hallway for ten minutes before returning with his hoodie off and a t-shirt on. He pops in front of you, pulling out ingredients from cabinets and turning on appliances to cook, still ignoring your presence.

It feels like a cold reminder how he’ll seem to function perfectly fine without you. Katsuki knows the right temperatures to set the stove top when cooking, he knew how to pay his bills on time, how to fix the broken leg of a table without a manual, how to confidently make his own doctors appointments.

You didn’t know jack shit out cooking, always forgot to pay a bill, and if a table leg broke you’d just scrape up enough money to buy a new one. You had too much anxiety to go to an appointment alone, dragging him with you clutched on his arm.

Of course Katsuki knew all this, and he gladly took on the roles you couldn’t fulfill yourself, leaving you to be utterly dependent on him.

You felt useless.

And he knew that.

Finally, he turns around, leaning back against the counter waiting for his water to boil. “That your dinner?” He nods at your bowl.

You never looked up and just nod. “I might throw it out, I’m not really hungry.” It was the first time in a day you heard your voice and it was hoarse, you’re not even ill but you feel every symptom.

“That’s the first meal you’ve eaten so far, you should try and finish it.” He turns around to wash his vegetables. The way he speaks is as if he has his attention somewhere else, like you’re a chore to talk to.

Katsuki can ignore your presence as easily as he can take down a shitty F-tier villain and move on with his life. He’s always been so good at that; moving on. The stories you’ve heard from his youth that he and his classmates had to go through, yet on the surface he seemed like a relatively normal man in his mid to late twenties. At least that’s what’s assumed in the beginning.

He isnt blind, he can see how miserable you look, “You also didn’t come to work today, so I’m assuming you spent all day packing,” He turns to face you, making eye contact after so long, “right?”

Katsuki can’t quite put his finger on it, either. What little quirk you had about you that made you so irresistible to him. The way you walk, your smart mouth that made his jaw tick, he wanted it all. As much as you fought him, he got off on how much you actually needed him. His sharp words produces your tears yet you still let him clean it up and kiss it away.

Your shoulders are pushed back, leg ticking in annoyance trying to calm your mind- you can’t give in to what he wants.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You announce meekly. You sound like a child, a child being bullied by the popular kid during recess.

He switches to wash the next vegetable. “You keep that attendance up, baby, I might just have to find someone to replace you again.” He explains with a tone of mock. “And make sure you clean out your guest room completely, might have someone else occupying that space soon.”

In the end, the hero just wants to see how far he can push until you crumble for him.

Small glass shards prick his sides, a loud crash shatters on the cabinet next to his head. “I fucking hate you! Go fuck yourself you-“

Your words halt as Katsuki throws the vegetables in the sink, marching over to your still, fuming body.

For a second your body is motionless, you didn’t even register what you had done until the clutter in the sink and Katsuki’s body turns to you. There’s a sudden rush fueling your body like you took a energy shot; swiftly jumping out your stool and running to the hallway, Katsuki’s curses echo around the house, taunting you to run faster, to get away from him.

Your swift emotions were ones to be taken care of cautiously, however Katsuki knew how to mold them. He knew he had a choice on how to deal with your actions, and they were very predictable. He knows exactly how to trigger you.

You nearly slip out of the faint graze of his hand, but you’re dizzy. As much sleep you seem to had gotten the past 24 hours it never seemed to be enough. He grips your wrist, pulling you back to him and against the cool wall.

Now the whole world felt still.

The small hum of the home was almost enough to drown out your spiraling head, barely remembering the past five minutes. You try and shake out of his tightening grasp, every push your eyes welled up with more tears, your heart drowning in sorrow; it suffocates in your own desperation for the man that fuels your despair. You’re making yourself drown in front of the only person who seems to be willing to save you.

You bawl and wail in front of Kastuki Bakugou, continuing to push and pull against his weakening grasp. Your heart hurts.

The door was always open to walk through and leave if you wanted to, however there was no where to go. Family was long gone and all your friends had been pushed away from you- you had to wonder if you were some sort of repellent and why it seemed no one wanted to be close to you. Now your own ex boyfriend seems to want nothing to do with you.

You bawl and wail in front of Kastuki Bakugou, continuing to push and pull against his weakening grasp. “Get the hell off of me-“ His heart stings hearing the anguish in your voice, he can see clear as day how tired you are. It’s the sob you can only hear from a broken woman. Your red eyes, puffy face and light streams of tears cry with you all the way down.

Your feet unable to hold up the weight of your gloom you slide down the wall, Katsuki following your every move. You’re slumped, hiccuping your wails as he is crouched down in front of you, observing what he seemed to have caused. “You don’t love me- get off of me!” The quick sharp breaths jump and fight trying to cut in front of eachother for air. Your face feels tingly, like static almost, a familiar feeling he knows you deal with with.

He sighs, letting go of your wrist. He gently clasps the back of your neck, letting his thumbs caress your temples trying to soothe the ache. “Look at me, sweetheart..” He tilts his head watching you look down away from his peering gaze. Katsuki repositions your face, “You gotta relax for me.” He whispers softly.

Your heartbeat feels like it’ll rupture any minute, you can hear it in your ears and in your temple. But you can also feel the rough pad of Katsuki’s thumb stroking your head in an attempt to soothe your ache.

“You used to get panic attacks too?”

“Mhm.” Your boyfriend lowly hums, moving his red plastic caricature up two purple spaces.

You started to confess to your boyfriend your struggle with your anxiety, how hard it was for you to function normally with the rest of society; how much it holds you back, especially with its lingering effects. He keeps a mental note.

Having not been privileged enough to go see therapists or psychiatrists, your disorder was one you had to learn about independently.

Turning over your next card you read its contents. Go up one blue space. “How did you used to deal with it?”

You sit across from him after prying to make time and play a game with you, him not completely content with playing Candyland, having to teach you how to play a kids game. He was even forced into playing with his classmates in highschool, yet was the first to keep the box before graduating.

Katsuki sits and thinks for a moment, quirking his eyebrow and grabs his next card. “Had to go to a lot of therapy my last year of school. Taught me some stuff.”

You were curious to learn more. “Like what?”

You continue your next move as he speaks, “Stuff like howta’ control yourself to not spiral during panic attacks. Gotta focus on your breath, focus on the present, the smells, what’s goin’ on around you type things. Kinda thought it was all bullshit..” He leans back against the bottom of the couch, arms crossed. “But I tried it out and realized it’s like any other skill, you have to practice and it’ll get easier.” He looks at you. “It always passes.”

You felt connected to him, wanting to push a little more. “When did you realize that?”

He grabs another card and moves up the board, “That’s probably a story for another time, sweetheart.” He declines continuing the game.

Glancing down at the board your avatar is right behind him near the rainbow. You grab your next card- a picture of a gingerbread man.

You hold it up for him to see. “What does this mean?”

He stares for a second before taking it and placing it in the old pile. “Gotta go back to the beginning.”

You focus on what’s in front of you, his sharp nose with imperfections, small clues of bruising and cuts from his line of work. A small fresh scar running down his bottom lip you didn’t really notice until now. You focus on smell. The scent of cleanliness from your ex-boyfriend, who always showers before he returns home at his agency so he was ready to jump into bed with you.

After five minutes the loud noise of your heartbeat fades away, your breath starting to regulate. A small hitch here and there but it’s still good enough.

You manage to cry out your last wave of tears as Katsuki carries you to the bathroom, settling you on the counter. Touching your pillowy cheeks, he inspects with both sides of his hands. He wets a rag, pushing your hair behind your ears and starts to wipe your face, cooling off your warm temperature.

“You got a headache, right?” You agree. He nods, putting a bottle of pills on the counter. He leaves and returns with a glass of water.

In a haste Katsuki quickly snatches the bottle out of your hand, you flinch as he grips your wrist in reflex. His brows are pulled together in shock.

“They all fell out.. I wasn’t gonna take all them.” you mumble quietly.

He doesn’t say a word, instead scooping them back into the bottle, giving you two and pockets the rest. You don’t miss the obvious look in relief in his face.

You take both without question, drinking the entire cup with a gasp. Sitting there, you watch him wet the rag again, coming back to run it over and press on the back of your neck.

He wets the rag again, “I don’t want to leave, Katsuki..” you whisper so low you weren’t sure he could hear you.

He knew you didn’t want to.

You reach out for his wrist, always red from the weight and force of his gauntlets. Pulling him towards you, you were finally face to face on the counter, the feeling of intimacy more prominent. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt more closeness to him with all the fighting. It practically made you forget how he isolated you.

Your aura pulses out like a toxic little flower he planted and struggles to resist. Your sad eyes and pouty lips with true sorrow and despair it almost makes him feel bad, however, he loves you too much to just let you go.

He steps between your legs, rubbing his hand over your damp cheek. “Let’s talk about it tomorrow, okay?” He helps you off the counter to his bed you once shared.

You hadn’t stepped foot in your old room with Katsuki in a month, having no reason to be present, instead sleeping in the guest room a couple doors away. Even with the constant arguing, the night always ended with you two back to back or someone in the other room.

That was until a month ago after the last altercation, you walk in to your clothes and items missing- discovering it thrown in the other room instead. You cried, sitting on the floor going through some broken jewelry and dusting off clothing and trying to make the empty space more comfortable.

Settling under the covers, the familiarity of your spot in the bed was the solace you’d been yearning for. Katsuki couldn’t help but miss seeing you there as well.

He rests the cold damp rag on your forehead, mentioning for you to keep it on and he’ll be back in a bit.

The room remains quiet, the bright light from the living and kitchen area peaking through the crack in the door. You can hear Katsuki talking. Based off the quick attitude and snarky remarks you guess he’s on the phone with the infamous green-haired hero. The kitchen rustles, the sound of glass being swept and dishes being washed flows as a type of ambiance.

The intense events from the past hour cause you to doze off, waking up with your rag missing and body warmth to your right empty and cold. You read the time on the wall as 6:46, knowing Katsuki left an hour ago, notorious for leaving an hour early from his hatred of tardiness.

The train ride to work felt quieter than it did early that week. Getting off, the walk to the agency you felt like you had a shadow following you, constantly checking behind you, pacing faster to the building. The after effects of your panic attacks never go unnoticed, hesitation and rapid feelings still riddling inside you as you try and look normal on the outside.

During the work day, it was easy to tell your coworkers began to judge your wellbeing. Yet no one said anything because of your reputation.

In the midst of typing paperwork and office phones ringing, you didn’t mean to listen in on your neighbors conversations.

“Did you see her?”

“She’s more beautiful in person!”

“You think they’re dating?”

Your heart jumps at the last rumor. You knew to not assume it wasn’t about Katsuki, all these people ever really wanted to talk about was how polarizing their boss is and the rumors surrounding him you can’t defend. Catching the name “Hikari” you look up the suspected hero, and she was everything you wished she wasn’t. Seeing her fan biography mention her quirk being linked to light, her accomplishments, being your age, you couldn’t stomach reading more.

You felt inferior and on-edge. It felt like someone was dumping a boatload of insecurities on you, like they planned every situation and you’re playing it exactly how they wanted.

You weren’t thinking straight. Were you?

Without notice you barged into his office, interrupting the two heroes. You couldn’t recall the steps on how you got here- when did you even sit up from your chair?

The voices in the room come to a pause, the light-hero looks at the explosion-hero, confused on the sudden entry. Your eye contact with him felt like it could drain your life force. He sits cross armed on the corner edge of his desk while she sits on the chair to his right. You felt like you’ve been punched in the gut.

“I’m- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude like this..” You can’t even remember going in the elevator- or did you take the stairs?

The platinum-haired blonde sits up with a gentle smile. Her long hair flows down behind her back, fading to a pale pink, matching her fair complexion like you had seen in the photos. “It’s alright, I should be on my way anyway.” She turns and nods her head at Katsuki, “We’ll talk later, Dynamight.” Taking her leave she gives you a smile, like a ray of sunshine on her face.

The door closes shut behind her.

“Lock it.”

You don’t go sit down, not wanting to stay much longer.

You tug at your ring again. “I’m really sorry Katsuki- I don’t remember how I came up here.” You try to explain yourself. “I don’t even remember why I came up here in the first place-“

You look up to see him visibly upset, rubbing his forehead in stress you seem to have caused. Again. “I sent out a goddamn email to everyone in that floor to not even come up here because I had an important meeting..”

Every word he says describing the significance of the situation, you felt more upset, failing at holding back the tears of shame.

“I didn’t see an email, but I’m sorry, I just-“

“I even told everyone this morning.”

It was like scolding a child. You hiccup trying to push back the sobs that were screaming to come out, “No one told me..” You scratch behind your ear, wiping the tears off your puffy face. “No one talks to me here.”

The conversation quickly spins to a more personal subject. “I don’t have any friends, no family.” Katsuki studies your disassociating body language. “I’m all alone now.”

“(Y/n)-“

“I quit.”

You huff, trying to focus on other things like he said, however it still feels like you’re spiraling.

“What are you talking about? You want to quit?” His face looks disorganized, confused at what you’re getting at.

Face blotchy and apparent dark-circles you wondered if he found you pathetic in this moment. “I don’t think I belong here, Katsuki.” Your lips tremble, “I’m always messing things up for you, I’m not good enough, pretty enough, talented enough, I can’t do it anymore.” You sob into your hands, fully exposed for him.

You finally explain to your boyfriend your true feelings from overthinking.

Were you really that pathetic to think your pro-hero boyfriend wouldn’t want to leave a quirkless girl like you? Working with the most beautiful and powerful women in the world, you knew to question why he chose you-someone who applied for his company out of desperation.

Every compliment and word of love was suddenly starting to feel like a joke someone is playing on you.

“I don’t want to be here anymore.” You hiccup.

Katsuki gets up, worry drawn on his face, after every word you dug the needle farther into his heart with the extent you beat yourself down. He knows soon enough he can finally live the life he wanted with you, for you.

He reaches out for you, but you step back in fright, narrowing his eyes in confusion. You shake your head no, eyes pleading to not touch you. You were practically walking karma.

His heart hurts but keeps his hands to his sides. There wasn’t much left for him to do in the present moment, but soon enough it’ll work out. “I’ll fill out that paperwork for you then..” He almost reaches out to wipe away your stray tear. “Just go home for me, ‘lright?” His pleading face glazes down your vacant one. It was so easy for him to read you like a book. It read you were not going to be home later.

Yet he’ll still let you leave.

“No, I want the key for the apartment..” You whisper yet so firm.

Katsuki won’t argue with you. He goes to write the address on a piece of paper, ripping it off for you. “Go here. The front desk knows about you. They’ll give you the key.”

There was no key.

Why won’t he fight for you? Are you not worth it? Does he want you gone this bad?

You take the paper and turn to walk out the door. Don’t say a word or else you’ll crumble immediately.

“You know I’ll be at home waiting if you change your mind.”

You did what you felt what was best and left.

Your cursor passes by the empty email icon and shut off your computer, leaving all your items behind.

You stayed in the nearby park for a bit. Sitting on the bench while the air starts to cool off accompanying the light in the dimming sky. You lost track of how long you had been walking having been turned off your phone.

The nervousness in your body never went away, looking twice everytime a stranger passed by you in the street. You felt insecure thinking people might assume you’re some homeless junkie or stupid teenager that left home in a fit. You walked until your soles bled.

Standing in front of the apartment complex, hair sticks to your face soaked in rain. You hold the wet piece of paper in your hand, observing the up to date building sprinkled with balconies and decoratives.

You turn and leave.

.

Katsuki sits staring blankly at his whisky on the wood living table. His elbow lays on the arm rest, holding his head. He was calm.

The time clicks to 6:48pm later that night. The events from the past couple nights replay his mind like a loop, not having done much since he came home to an empty home hours ago.

A text notification breaks him out of his thoughts, he opens his messages. “She’s nearby.”

It was almost laughable. Like letting a child “run away” after their tantrum.

They always came back.

What the hell did they know about navigating the world without someone to help them?

He gets up making his way to the front door.

Why did you have to be so god damn difficult? If Katsuki had it his way there wouldn’t be no need to have to go through this exhausting mess. He couldn’t even believe what he heard the first time he heard you threaten to leave him. He wanted to grab you and keep you hidden away until you learned it was a ridiculous idea.

Turning the nob, he opens the door to a monsoon on the other side. The world looks hazy, like glass after a steaming shower.

Katsuki he knew a plan executed like that would never work on someone as stubborn as you were. He’s like how you knew he was, not spontaneously erratic- but vengeful.

His heart hurt seeing your wet figure emerge from the haze. His pretty girl.

Even with your red puffy face, distraught body language, he thought you looked more beautiful than ever. A true prized possession he couldn’t help but want just for himself. Even with his unfavorable ways, there was no doubt in his mind he loved you more than everything he ever had. Your resistance was just a minor obstacle he didn’t mind helping you get over.

You truly were like a cat that thought they were stuck in a box, but you were also trapped in the room.

His heart settles as you sink yourself into him. Melting into the comfort of his arms in the cold rain. Your whispers of “sorry” drown out in the heaviness of the weather. You felt stupid thinking you could go out on your own.

Kastuki presses a soft kiss to your lips, forgiving you. It didn’t matter to him. You came back like he knew you would. His next step to take away every insecurity you had thinking he didn’t find you perfect, a facade he started so you can end up right where you are.

“I’m so sorry for acting up..” You sob into his wet T-shirt, gripping his forearms in need. Your need to just be enough for someone. The little thoughts rattling your mind are agony, he was the only person he could pull them away one by one.

He wanted your sweet melancholy.

Smoothering your hair, he hushes your cries, ushering you back inside for you to warm up.

Vengeful.

I tried not to make this confusing, might have to work on my planning with these more “calculated” fics as I go forward lol N imma just post this and not overthink every bit now

Hoping to do Aizawa soon or Hawks again! Please continue to do your best as well,

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[anghraine]

I think one of the reasons that I've always been deeply annoyed by the conception of Darcy as a brooding, humorless love interest (and inferior because of it) is because I actually really enjoy his sense of humor.

Maybe it's because I don't have much of a sense of humor, myself (so I also find this annoying because of the assumption that not liking most humor is some kind of moral failing). But when I do find things amusing, they're often dry and understated asides that I find really funny. I love, for instance:

“I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.”

Miss Bingley immediately fixed her eyes on his face, and desired he would tell her what lady had the credit of inspiring such reflections. Mr Darcy replied, with great intrepidity,—

“Miss Elizabeth Bennet.”

+

“I am afraid, Mr Darcy,” observed Miss Bingley, in a half whisper, “that this adventure has rather affected your admiration of her fine eyes.”

“Not at all,” he replied: “they were brightened by the exercise.”

I think my other favorite Darcy-Caroline interchange is even simpler, but I do find it entertaining:

“Tell your sister I am delighted to hear of her improvement on the harp, and pray let her know that I am quite in raptures with her beautiful little design for a table, and I think it infinitely superior to Miss Grantley’s.”

“Will you give me leave to defer your raptures till I write again?”

I also always laugh at the book version of this scene:

“That is a failing, indeed!” cried Elizabeth. “Implacable resentment is a shade in a character. But you have chosen your fault well. I really cannot laugh at it. You are safe from me.”

“There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.”

“And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.”

“And yours,” he replied, with a smile, “is wilfully to misunderstand them.”

Here, I also enjoy the use of a quite serious contemporary philosophical point (and the fact that he references it in a conversation with a woman at all, tbh), but the sudden shift to banter is what makes the interchange to me.

None of these are like ... haha-funny jokes, but I wouldn't find those amusing, anyway, while these always make me giggle.

[mayiwritesomething]

Love Is An Unfamiliar Name (Pt. 5)

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: +18, spicyness, lots of teasing, allusion to sex, and a really small conversation about it.

A/N: my first smut writing, i tried my best to let it open to imagination, forgive me if it’s shitty haha. Btw i truly recommend this Depeche Mode song as a soundtrack to this chapter ;)

PART FOUR

———————-

Que sera, sera

You knocked on his door once, receiving no response. Doubting yourself—you weren’t the luckiest person alive—you double-checked the room, confirming it was indeed his. Knocking once more, anticipation and impatience coursed through you like fire; whatever you had a few hours ago, you needed more. "If he doesn't open this fucking door, he'd better never talk to me again," you muttered to yourself, battling sudden feelings of abandonment until the door finally swung open.

"Really?!" you exclaimed, your impatience evident.

"Sorry, I was tidying things up, so I..." Pedro's voice trailed off, tinged with anxiety.

You didn’t even hear his last words.

You wanted no explanations; you wanted him.

Without waiting for him to finish, you entered his room and grasped his face. “Stop talking.” You silenced him with a kiss, pushing him further inside and closing the door behind you. His momentary shock required no words: his lustful smile spoke volumes. Returning the smile, you kissed him again, momentarily apprehensive of his judgment but craving control, if only for now.

After a brief pause to catch your breath, while you were gripping his back as hard as you could, he trailed gentle kisses along your neck, whispering into your ear, "You've had your fun… Now it's my turn."

"Hmm… Just because I'm letting you to," you teased, tracing his lips with your fingers. His eager response and the intensity in his eyes mirrored your desire. "Okay, babe," he answered, gently pressing you towards the wall.

"Oh, look, he is a gentleman," you teased, meeting his gaze. His eyes locked on yours, and his body aligned with yours so you could feel him: holding you firmly yet tenderly, intensifying every sensation. Instinctively, you closed your mouth.

"I didn't catch that," he prompted, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “Say that again,” he said as you struggled to maintain composure, pride mingling with desire, urging you to assert yourself. "I said that...you are..." you attempted before his actions left you breathless, abandoning your attempt at asserting control.

"I…said that..." He drew closer, his lips trailing along your neck as you struggled to find the right words. "I said... that—ah—you are a..."

"I already grasped that part." You felt his smile against your skin as he peppered soft kisses on your skin, his hips pressing firmly against yours. Silencing yourself, you awaited his next move. He faced you: “Cat got your tongue?" he teased. “Do you remember when you first told me that, babe?" his fingers tracing your lips as you were trying to keep focused. “Do you?”

"Y..." You struggled to say such a small word.

"Yes, I do" you replied firmly, attempting to resist his advances once more. He recognized the vulnerability of your neck and placed a kiss just behind your ear, the sensation causing your hips to involuntarily shift. You clenched your jaw, once again you felt the goddamn smile as he whispered, "And do you remember why you told me that? Remember what I said about you?" Your nails dug into his back, and you noticed him biting his lip in response—a weak spot.

Despite your best efforts, you couldn't deny that he was better at controlling himself than you. Like a pleasurable punishment, he pressed his hips against yours, silencing your protests with his thumb over your mouth. He knew exactly how to proceed: planting wet kisses from your collarbone to your earlobe, where he muttered, "All bark..." His hand gripped your chin, turning your face to meet his mischievous gaze. "... and no bite."

"But—I got you…Speechless… as far as i can—" Your voice faltered as you locked eyes with him, his hand tracing your body and sending a rush of sensations through you. Unable to stifle a moan, you succumbed to the pleasure. As his hands now caressed your face, he kissed you with such fervor that thoughts of making him pay for that vanished from your mind.

Tightly gripping his back, a silent battle for dominance ensued once again—a kind of battle you both relished losing. Before you knew it, you found yourselves on the bed, pleasing each other unrestrained by any inhibitions, and your clothes were lost all around the room.

"Babe," he interrupted a lingering kiss, his hands exploring your body freely.

"What?" you replied, slightly annoyed.

"I don't want you to think I'm just after sex," he confessed, his sincerity apparent. The familiarity between you allowed you to recognize when he was lying.

"Wow… I wasn’t expecting that—Pedro..." you began, seeking to understand him. "Baby, you know women have desires too, right?" You continued, your hand cupping his face. "This isn't like you’re using me or anything; I want this as much as you do. If this is a one-night stand, it's up to us to decide... Is this a one-night stand?"

"I hope it is not," he responded, kissing your hand tenderly. Why was he doing this now?

"So why all this worry?" you asked gently, trying to reassure him.

"This whole situation feels weird to me," he admitted, his vulnerability shining through.

"Aren't I usually the one who overthinks everything?" You quipped, attempting to lighten the mood. You felt the same.

"I guess we've switched roles this time," he chuckled.

"Baby, que sera, sera... Whatever will be, will be," you offered, addressing both of you. You wanted to believe in your own words.

"You do know I speak Spanish, right? It is not like you need to translate," he teased.

"Fuck you!" you retorted, pushing him away, but laughter filled the room. "I'm being serious," you insisted, but he only laughed, drawing closer to you.

"I know... it's funny to see this side of you, my ice queen," he said, closing the distance with a gentle yet passionate kiss. Reciprocating, you sat atop him, your connection deepening as the night unfolded and you both got lost in each again.

 

“Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours to see”

[bdudette]

Betrayal - A. A.

Warning: Manipulation. Non consensual. Trust Broken. Hurt/No Comfort. Pure Angst. Using Astarion. Astarion Looses Hope. Self Hatred. Self Disgust. Do not read if this is very uncomfortable please!! ⚠️

Summary: He thought. He saw. He felt. That you were different. But now, he knows he was wrong.

A|N: The one time I placed the warning first. This is just pure evil. I remember seeing a clip of this and kept rewatching it. My heart hurts. This is just for my pain in all honesty. I’m absolutely evil for writing this.

He always thought you were different. Always thought that you sort of understood him. His pain. His past. His views at the sex he once used to forced himself to participate in. His want for freedom of his own choices.

He thought you would’ve understood when he said it felt tainted to him now. To wait for him. To never use your own power against him. But— he was wrong. So dead wrong.

It was just after the disgusting and weird being of Oblodar that they had all decided to rest. It was after his views on you strengthened to respect and admiration. It was just after — he thought he genuinely started to like you.

It was just then when you asked him. In the dark of the night. Away from the ears of many but his own — that you wanted a reward for his rescue. A reward for what you did for him.

His whole heart came crashing down upon such a request. He almost started to laugh at this insane question but stopped himself when he saw how you had no joking tone on you. At all.

“ I’m — I’m not sure if I should. “

He spoke softly. Looking into your eyes. Hoping that you had just been joking. That you’d say something like ‘ haha, this was just a terrible and stale prank! ‘ and maybe then, he could’ve honestly forgiven you. Forgiven you for your unkind words. For your cruel intent towards him.

He could see the corners of his own eyes haze at this sudden request. At this sudden turn of events with you — his once beloved.

He kept looking down at the floor, briefly looking back at you with peeks as he prolonged the moment of your desire as much as he could. He sighed shakily.

“ I - I don’t know what I want. “

He kept saying, he didn’t know how to — stop this. How to stop this thing that he could never stop in all his 200 years of pain. The one thing he has come to loath as he could never stop it at all as he was always forced to do it.

He didn’t know how to … say no.

And then you go on to ask him, ask him if this — what you both had between you, if what he’s experience with you — was any different to what he’s done with the many others. It was. It truly was … he thinks. He’s unsure now. Unsure on what to say.

But he goes back. Back on his thoughts. Back to thinking on what words he used to piece together and use on the many others.

“ I suppose … “ he started with a hesitancy in his voice.

“ It has felt — different with you. I suppose — if this is … what you want, then … “

He took a long pause. Eyes closing briefly in a pain he thought he’d long forget now that he was out of Cazador’s grasp. Out the control of another. He gave a small smile, a mask of a smile as he gave you a look of pain. A look of … betrayal.

“ I shall provide. “

He did as he said. He gave himself to you. He gave his shell of a body to you that night. Dissociating himself from what was happening, going on an automatic autopilot as he gave what he knew what to give.

And when it was all done and over. And when you both clothes yourselves. You then asked him something else. He couldn’t remember. Only did he remember what he said.

“ I can’t think of a single one. Until you. “

He spoke with a hoarseness to his voice until you left. Left what was his remains of what he was once building up, but was now left into smithereens. He took off to his own tent almost after an hour of standing where he last left.

He came back to his senses soon. He came back to what was left over upon these acts.

Disdain. Disgust. Volatile. Tainted.

So many words described what he felt towards himself once again after tonight. Only negative, self blown words of his own disgusting and used body could be heard whispered in the pits of his mind and ears. But only one word spoke on what he felt about you at this moment. How he felt about being used by you.

Betrayal.

You have betrayed his trust in you. Betrayed his respect for you. Betrayed his … likeness to you. And you didn’t even think enough to notice this. His change of … view towards you.

He just felt … betrayed.

And when morning came as he laid wake in his own tent. He couldn’t stop shaking at the feeling of disgust towards himself. Towards what you had done to him after knowing of his story. He felt like a tainted doll. A used and disgusting doll.

Like one that now should be thrown in a trash and burned for no one to use or even see.

But like any other day, he stood up and out of his tent. Mind hazy from last night — as if he couldn’t comprehend at what had happened. But the sight of you coming his way alerted him to awaken. To not let his guard down for no split second.

And then you asked him, ‘ Why did you sleep with me last night? ‘.

He wanted to laugh. Scream. Cry in the anguish you had caused him. At the audacity you had to ask him. At what you did. But all he did was give a look of sorrow. Look of … betrayal. He knew now — that he was wrong about you. And that nothing will be the same, ever again.

“ I didn’t know … how to say no. “

[rising-volteccers]

liko does something reckless to save Roy and/or Friede. Friede is less than thrilled. Mollie be like "Wonder who set that example huh Friede?"

This was a fun piece to slowly write out over the week haha! I hope it's an enjoyable read!

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Friede, Liko, Mollie

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Over time, Friede came to the slow, daunting realization that Liko had more… spunk than any of them give her credit for. 

He supposed that after Roy joined their crew, his more exuberant personality drew more attention than Liko’s quieter one. That didn’t mean she lacked her own moments where all eyes were on her. The girl may be bashful and socially awkward at times but Friede knew that she was slowly developing a steel spine.

(While a part of him wished that it wasn’t the result of her encounters with the Explorers, a burst of quiet pride bubbled in his chest whenever he saw Liko standing up for herself).

It seemed that alongside that development, she started to show a concerning display of recklessness. Well, Friede supposed a part of her had always been like that–he distinctly recalled Liko trying to jump off the roof of her school from their very first meeting. It was hard to forget a scene that made his heart dropped to his stomach. 

Then there was that moment where, in her haste to save Sprigatito, Liko wanted to rush in to face Amethio without any sort of plan. He understood the desire to save one’s partner Pokemon but charging into the enemy stronghold with nothing but a hope and a prayer will only end in failure. 

Oh, don’t get him started on all the times Liko (and Roy too) made him worry. They could have a perfectly normal time on the Brave Asagi one day and then have some kind nonsense happening the next day. If it wasn’t pendant related, Roy’s ancient Pokeball was the next likeliest culprit. It felt like the world was out for Liko especially so what he can do was do his best to protect her.

But that task wasn’t easy, not when Liko rushed into things without a plan, typically for Sprigatito’s sake or any of them really. Friede never found the right opportunity–or at times downright forgetting–to address this with her; that for all the times she jumped into danger was one more grey hair for him. 

That eventually came to bite him in the end.

It was supposed to be a relaxing day for the crew. After they docked the Brave Asagi on a field at the outskirts of a dense forest, Friede joined the kids in exploring it. They wanted to check out what kind of Pokemon they could find, and while Roy had experiencing in navigating through jungles, he didn’t quite like leaving the two wandering on their own.

What ended up happening was for them to stumble across a group of Bug and Grass-types that didn’t like their intrusion. Friede’s first instinct was to back away slowly, showing them that they meant no harm. His hand hovered over Charizard’s Pokeball, though he preferred to avoid a battle if he could. The last thing he needed was to accidentally cause a forest fire.

He gave similiar instructions to Liko and Roy: back away slowly and don’t make any sudden movements. The kids did their best to follow but on par with this streak of bad luck, Roy stepped on a branch that snapped loudly within the quietly tense area. Suddenly all eyes were on him, and one of the Victreebell lashed out with a Vine Whip that Friede was too late to intercept–

But not Liko, who rushed in front of Roy to take the brunt of the whip, knocking her back with a pained yelp. 

Friede released Charizard with no hesitation after that. While his partner growled to draw the wild Pokemon’s attention, he rushed towards her crumpled form.

“Liko! Liko are you alright?” A rather foolish question to ask but the first to slip out of his lips. He knelt down beside her, carefully aiding her to sit up with an arm looped around her shoulders. 

“Y-Yeah… ow!” She winced, prompting Friede to look down. He bit his inner cheek upon spotting the faint lacerations on her arms–obviously from a last ditch attempt to protect her face from the Vine Whip.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you back to the ship and have Mollie take a look at it, alright? Do you think you can stand up?”

Liko nodded a little shakily. Friede assisted her without putting too much pressure on her arms. Thankfully it didn’t look like the skin broke but it must be painful regardless. Looking back at Charizard, the sight of his fire had scared off the Pokemon. His partner stood in front of Roy all this while to protect him, something that he quietly appreciated given that his attention laid on Liko all this while.

As the immediate danger had passed, Friede was quick to take Liko back to the ship. He instructed Charizard to go on ahead with the girl in his arms, so as the dual type flew off towards the Brave Asagi, Friede’s expression briefly crumpled. He covered his face with a hand, heaving out a slow, deep breath.

“Is Liko going to be alright?” Roy’s nervous question had him sport an assuring mask, so he turned and gave a small smile at the boy.

“Don’t worry, it didn’t look too bad. Mollie can treat her easily. Now come on, let’s head back to the ship too.”

Roy walked on ahead with Friede right behind him. He frowned deeply in thought throughout the silent walk back to the ship. By the time they got on, Murdock was there to greet the pair.

“Hey, Charizard came back with Liko earlier and Mollie’s treating her right now. What happened?”

“Stumbled across a group of wild Pokemon who wasn’t too keen with us barging in. We tried to get away but…” Friede briefly shook his head. “Anyways, I’ll go check up on her. Murdock, I think Roy could benefit with a nice hot drink, don’t you think?”

The chef quickly understood the message. With a kind smile and a hand on his shoulder, Murdock guided Roy towards the kitchen, keeping the shaky boy distracted by asking about his favourite toppings on hot chocolate.

Friede went the other way towards the infirmary. He briefly knocked on the door before opening it. Peeking his head in, he spotted both Liko and Mollie looking back at him.

“Hey, I just wanted to check up on you. How are you doing?” he asked, properly stepping into the infirmary to get a closer look. He saw that both of her arms were bandaged.

“Um, I’m doing better! Mollie helped treat it…” Liko nervously responded, eyes falling back to her lap. 

“Luckily the hit didn’t break her skin. It’s going to sting for a few days but it shouldn’t leave any scars,” Mollie added, setting aside the tray that had bandages and a small bottle of antiseptic. 

“That’s good news.” Inwardly, he was quietly relieved that she wasn’t badly injured. Had it left some kind of scar… “If you’re all treated up and Mollie allows it, Roy’s in the kitchen right now with Murdock. He’s going to make some hot chocolate and I think after today, that’s a nice treat to have yeah?”

Mollie’s cool gaze briefly settled on Liko. She nodded. “She doesn’t have any other injuries aside from that. Just make sure to avoid getting the bandages wet, alright Liko?”

“R-Right!” Liko carefully got up from the infirmary bed. She nervously sent him a look before turning to Mollie and giving her a light bow. “Thank you for treating me.”

The nurse flashed her a small smile. “No problem. Now just be careful with your arms for awhile, okay?”

Liko nodded rapidly, then quickly left the infirmary to leave behind the two adults. Once he was certain that she was out of earshot, Friede heaved out a deep sigh.

“Only her arms needed treatment yeah?” he questioned, casting a side glance at Mollie.

“Yes, only those needed to be properly disinfected and bandaged. She had small scrapes here and there but nothing serious.” Mollie turned to face him, crossing her arms. “Now, what exactly happened Friede?”

Friede spent the next few minutes explaining the unfortunate encounter, sounding a bit exasperated when he reached the part about Liko jumping in front of Roy to take the attack.

Mollie huffed softly at that. “Wonder who set that example huh Friede?”

He paused, eyes narrowing. “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, you know what I mean. What do you think would happen when young, impressionable kids keep seeing you recklessly rush into danger?”

An argument laced his tongue but Mollie quickly added, “Look, I know you’re going to say that you can handle it but it still doesn’t change the fact that you’re setting a dangerous example. Don’t you see how much Roy and Liko look up to you?”

Well when Mollie pulled that card, Friede had no choice but to swallow the unfortunate truth. He knew the kids did look at him like he hung the stars at times–even when he personally didn’t think he deserved it–and that Liko had the tendency to be a bit reckless. He wanted to address it but he just… kept forgetting to do so.

Sensing his tense silence, Mollie released a soft breath. “Look, I know that you’re the sort to rush into things if it meant protecting someone. That’s your shtick for as long as we’ve known one another but you have to remember that now, we’ve got kids on board that will probably imitate you. Just… try to set a better example. Talk to Liko about it. She’s nervous because she thinks she’s in trouble with you.”

Friede snapped up at that. Wait, so that was why she looked hesitant around him?

Mollie rolled her eyes. “Looking up to you, remember? Of course she’s going to put a lot of weight to your reaction so unless you want her to be skittish all day, go talk to her.”

Swallowing heavily, he dipped his head once. Mollie turned back to store away the medical stuff he used so Friede exited the infirmary to leave her be. 

Outside, he briefly pressed his hand against his eyes. Liko was worried she was in trouble with him? Sure, he’d been super worried but he wasn’t mad. Just… he wished she didn’t rush in like that but Mollie did see he did that a lot…

Right, it was long overdue for him to address this with her. Friede eventually pulled away from the wall and made his way to the kitchen down below. 

Inside, he found Murdock chatting with Roy about the best hot chocolate toppings while Liko sat by the sidelines, quietly nursing her own mug. All three looked up once he entered–though Liko glanced away after a few seconds.

“Hey! You want a mug too?” Murdock asked, already turning to grab an extra mug if Friede so wanted to.

“Nah, I’m good for now. Maybe later,” he replied easily. Briefly Friede considered the best way to go about it but figured being straightforward worked best. “Hey Liko, can I talk to you privately for a bit?”

The girl eep’d! at being singled out, looking up with wide eyes before she nodded. Friede hated that she looked like someone walking to the gallows as they exited the kitchen, giving a little wave at Murdock and Roy. He gestured for her to follow him towards the meeting room upstairs.

Once inside, both of them took a seat. Friede knew he shouldn’t drag things out seeing her trying not to squirm under his gaze. Taking in a subtle breath to settle his own nerves, he began with, “Liko, you’re not in any trouble alright? I’m not going to eat you alive or anything, give me more credit than that!”

His lightly jovial tone at least had her looking up instead of finding the ground a lot more interesting. “I-I’m not…?”

“No, you’re not. Trust me on that. What I do want to talk with you about is…” Friede floundered for the right words to put it. “That it was worrying to see you jump in front of Roy like that. You did protect him from the hit but you got hurt in the process. That… that worried me.”

While not one to usually admit his private feelings, Friede made an exception this time. He needed to hammer in the point that what she did was worrying and he hoped it won’t be a continuous trend. 

“I’m sorry… I just… when I saw the whip going towards Roy my body just…”

“It reacted faster than your brain, right? I get it. I… may have the tendency to do similarly.” Stating that out loud made his expression twist for a moment. “And it’s hypocritical of me to say this but please try and not emulate me. It’d be stu–silly of me to say that things would have changed if I was the one jumping in instead but I think I can speak for everyone and say that we don’t like seeing you or Roy get hurt.”

Friede gave her time to let his words sink in. “So… do you think you can do that?”

Liko fidgeted with the hem of her shirt before nodding. “I’ll try. I don’t know if… I think I would have probably done it still but…”

“So long as you try, that’s all I’m asking for. And… I’ll try to do the same.” Friede knew he’d still jump into the line of danger if it meant protecting his crew but for now, he hoped Liko would believe his words.

When she gave another hesitant nod followed by a small smile, Friede decided that was the best he’d get. He returned it with a kind smile of his own.

“Thank you Liko,” he spoke earnestly. “Now how about we go back to the kitchen and see what sort of other goodies Murdock made, eh?”

As the pair made their way back downstairs, Friede briefly glanced at the sky. He hoped for calmer skies in the days ahead, where danger didn’t follow their every footstep. For now, Friede would enjoy freshly made doughnuts with the crew he vowed to protect. 

[ultrakatua]

Smut game: give me three hottest paragraphs you’ve ever written. Doesn’t need to be from the same work.

Thank you for the ask!

Won't be the best, and won't be three haha

I think objectively the smut I wrote for Chamber Music is my best by a long shot, if only because it's the most recent, I edited it so much and the entire thing was an exercise at smut. But we've been there. So, this had me do the unthinkable for the sake of variety: reread my old shit.

(I cringed)

Also since I can't shut up I'll say that I've noticed a few things:

-I'm seriously seeing patterns I wish I could unsee

-all my smut is some degree of sloppy and messy

-ALL THE FLUIDS. ALL THE SMELLS (see above)

-also I like to write what I can't find, which lands extremely niche tropes or pairings

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Some handjob from this claudeleth one (context is: she has no heartbeat and gets off listening to his)

She reached inside his pants and she moved her hand awkwardly around him, studying his length with her fingers. Claude gasped at the sudden contact. “It goes ‘Du-dum. Du-dum. Du-dum’,” Byleth murmured, ear pressed against his chest. If she sounded almost curious like a child, there was nothing ingenuous in her gestures. Byleth’s small hand didn’t have the delicacy of a maiden’s. Her skin was not soft, and her movements not gentle. However, no matter how awkward she was, she was earnest, and Claude found that the size of her fist was the perfect fit around his girth. He bit his lip to muffle his groans when she started to jerk him off slowly but, ear pressed against his hot skin, all she seemed to hear anyway was how his heart had suddenly skipped a beat. “Claude,” she whispered, “Claude, you sound like you are going to explode.” It seemed more and more likely indeed with every new twist of her hand. Claude was sure Byleth could even feel his pulse through the skin of his cock. The sound of his blood pulsating strongly in his ears was covering his own groans and the obscene slaps of Byleth’s hand working on his shaft, now so hard and wet it felt like an exquisite burn. Adrenaline melt with pleasure, and Claude’s mind drifted away. For long seconds, there was no more war, no more pain, no more anguish. And no more doubt either, not when the object of his year-long desire was doing her best to please him with her little hand while her lips were kissing and bitting his chest almost obsessively, as if she was trying to eat his heart out. Claude grabbed her hair too forcibly and he moaned obscenely, bucking his hips to meet her hand.

Whatever the hell this is (hate sex?) from a Jinmalos fic I left on anon for a reason (but there's literally 12 fics in the tag so fuck it)

Malos grabs the tip of his cock and he squeezes there with enough strength it cannot feel anything but uncomfortable. As placid he can look, he struggles to hide a grimace. “Come on,” he barks, still holding Jin’s face in place with the other hand. Jin hisses at the defiance in Malos’ eyes and he digs his nails into the strong legs crushing his midsection. “Come on…” Malos orders again, bucking his hips to punctuate his words, but his voice is strangled this time around and the hand holding Jin’s face turns kinder, palming his cheek almost as a supplication. Jin grabs his ass and Malos smiles back at him; the look nothing short of demented. We are both sick, Jin thinks, since the look invigorates him, and he buries himself one last time into Malos, pulling him on his lap and coming within the same breath. He misses the part where Malos lets go of his cock to masturbate furiously again, only feeling the aftermaths of it when he’s spilling all over Jin’s abdomen and his chest in thick spurts, desecrating the precious last memento of Lora that’s sitting there.

I will put that blowjob scene from chap 4 of Chamber Music because I think it's my best? I really wanted the smut to be crass in this one.

With each rough slide of his cock, Tav tasted his arousal dripping down her throat. The more his cock fattened in her mouth, the more she could smell his infernal stench, almost blasphemous, hiding behind the layers of perfume and of sweat. Tav barely registered her tears nor her whines when Raphael’s movements grew more frantic. Drool and pre-cum escaped from the corners of her mouth to drip down her chin as she struggled not to gag. “Is this how you pictured me when you touched yourself?” Raphael hissed. His second hand joined the first behind her head. Tav’s breathing quickened in anticipation and in answer. She closed her eyes. Her throat contracted around him, rejecting his intrusion.

I like the evolution of paragraph length. They grew shorter, but not the prose uh

[yallemagne]

Jonathan stood weary eyed, blinking back tears and fighting a heavy throbbing in the back of his skull, a headache that just wouldn’t go away. He looks at himself in the mirror, recognising himself or… trying to. That white hair that isn’t his, the pallor of his skin oh, he wondered when the brightness would, if ever, come back. Marks upon his neck. Who am I? What am I? He tries but struggles with an answer, no he knew the answer, he couldn’t admit it. His thoughts vanish with a small, sudden gasp, another shock. Why couldn’t he see himself clearly in the glass now? What only moments ago was a solid reflection now rippled like water and faded like steam. He was turning. That much was for certain. Heaven help me! Gods, he was so lost.

Arms, warm, warmer than his, carefully envelop his waist. He opens his eyes. In the mirror, he cannot see himself, but oh, oh Mina. Her head, bended and resting upon his shoulder, he looks down and cries quietly, apologising in whispers as drops fall into her hair. He glances to the mirror once more, hoping it had been a trick of the light, something. He catches sight of her open taut, neck reflected back and swallows thickly. He felt it, hunger. But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t. No. He refused. He would sooner starve lest he ever have the desire to hurt her, let alone actually inflict. How could he have even thought of that for a second!

“You should run from me.”

“Never.”

“But—“

“Let me run with you.”

“Mina.”

“My husband, my love. In sickness, in health and now in death. Let me run with you.”

I really recommend, even if you still post this anonymously, that you post it somewhere yourself because it's very good! Even so, thank you for this writing, I treasure it!

I love this. The interplay of his fading recognition of himself with his fading reflection. His transformation sneaks up on himself, and then so does Mina, and he hopes her solidness can bring him back, but it can't! Your imagery is great "What only moments ago was a solid reflection now rippled like water and faded like steam." ahhh just beautiful.

This kind of mirrors (haha) the mirror scene on May 8, with Dracula ambushing Jonathan and his hunger overtaking him. Mina ambushes Jonathan, and he can feel his hunger for her awakening, but unlike the Count, he restrains himself. It's remarkable that he's so capable of restraint where Dracula wasn't. It hints at the possibility that he isn't so doomed, that the strongest part of him - his love for Mina - will live on.

Ahhh and Mina using their vows to promise him that this change is not something she will let part them ahhhghh.

[scienceoftheidiot]

For the WIP game....You can probably guess which one I'm going to ask about... Can we see "03 smut" 👉👈

WELL LUCKY YOU do you know what happened ?

When I opened the file titled "03 smut" to refresh my memory of it I actually found ANOTHER file than the one I was expecting. Which I have now found again, and was titled "Swap bonus chapter" (I'll explain in a minute).

Which means I actually have TWO (2) 03 smut things. Which are in fact related to each other, and linked to the fic I wrote with @qs63 "My own worst friend and my own closest enemy", where we swapped BH!Roy and 03!Roy places. In this fic I took care of writing my boy 03!Roy which has made me 1) very protective of him and 2) want to write about him outside (which I have done and published once already).

Anyway. This "03 smut" one, is supposedly what happened right before Roy ran away to Briggs for PTSD reasons. It's an angsty and sweet one, that has not been finished yet. But I swear it's sweet... and explicit lol. Riza has her own ideas XD

Here's a SFW excerpt, and I trust that you will know to ask if you want to know more about the other surprise 03 smut WIP haha XD

“You’re not burdening me, sir.”  She was closer than he thought she was, and he turned around to look at her.  Over the last months, he’d grown accustomed to seeing her with her hair down and more feminine clothes than her uniform, but he was always stricken by it. Even if, right now, she was still wearing pajamas — an old army set of sweats, that he’d judged dated from her time in the academy. Her frame had obviously changed since then, and the white shirt was a little tight on the shoulders and chest, and occasionally flashed the bare skin of her hips when she raised her arms. When she wore this, these last months, Roy had always made a point to look away, but often not fast enough not to see.  And then it would come back to haunt him at night.  Roy had a mock frown, but his words were genuine.  “Not burdening? Coming home after a long day at work, just to take care of your ex-boss?”  The lieutenant smiled, an almost cheeky smile, and walked closer again. She was at arm’s length, now, and the sudden desire to extend his arm and touch her that took Roy surprised him. He kept his hands in his trouser pockets.  The lazy, late morning sun was enough to bring gold reflections in the lieutenant’s hair, but not enough to light her eyes. They were sad, lately.  “Who said you were my ex-boss? If I take care of you, it’s so you can come back faster.”    Roy cleared his throat. He wasn’t sure about coming back just yet. But if he showed it to her, she wouldn’t let go of him.  “Well, maybe it’s time, then.” Roy blinked, and turned his head, to look at the landscape again, offering her his right, unmarred profile.  He stood still, holding his breath, when he felt the lieutenant get closer yet. Something light went to rest against his chest, and he looked down on her hand there sheepishly, keeping his face turned, still avoiding her face.

“What if I don’t want to let you go?”    

Hope you like it and thank you so much for the ask ! (and for the 03 love :D)

[wonwoosthetic]

just reread the mimiwon smut pt 2 and was just wondering what was the stuff that wonwoo found in minnie’s search history? 😳

< masterlist

Hehe

Alright, SO

since the whole poly!mimiwon (feel free to vote and help me make a decision ˙ᵕ˙) discussion isn’t finished yet and I’m still not sure about writing it since the poll is still very very even for both ‘no’ and ‘yes’, I’m just gonna tell you what I thought of when I wrote it ˙ᵕ˙ :

So basically, as mentioned in the chapters, the three of them had been VERY aware of the slight tension between each other. They’ve obviously been good friends for a while and stuff, and moved in together for that exact reason. But even before that, they would sometimes joke around about being together all the time and, especially when drunk, be extremely clingy - like even more than seventeen already is with each other. Even member started commenting on it jokingly saying how they’re basically attached by the hips at that point, which eventually lead to them moving in together bc they just got along extremely well and had great chemistry as friends.

If only they knew that them being together even more and closer than ever (since they lived in different dorm before) would just enhance the tension.

A lot more ‘awkward moments’ happened where one would suddenly be on top of the other after a play fight, seeing each other in underwear accidentally suddenly felt much more intimate than before, etc. etc.

Now, since they all started noticing ‘it’, Minnie got very interested in what ‘that’ exactly was. She wasn’t sure if she should feel bad that there was this tension all of a sudden, or if there actually was this slight bit of excitement in her stomach whenever Mingyu got just a little too close to her since she was in a very happy relationship or if she was just imagining it.

So, what do you do if you’re not sure about what you’re feeling or supposed to feel/do? Exactly. You ask the internet. So she did. She searched different things until she stumbled upon something people would describe as a “sexual desire” rather than “romantic desire”, basically meaning you can have romantic interest in someone (like a boyfriend or girlfriend) but still be sexually interested in someone else.

That only awakened her interest even more, making her fall into a rabbit hole of stories of people who were in a poly!relationship, reading tips on it, even though she didn’t really need it, but was just interested in it. That went so far until she landed on a website, showing her the best sex positions for those couples that wanted to experience in a sexual poly!relationship (even if just for a one time only threesome).

Too bad that in exact that moment, her mother called her, wanting to catch up, which turned into them talking for HOURS. Minnie closed her laptop and left it on the coffee table in the living room, not really thinking much of it. Then she started walking around the apartment, ending up in her bedroom, still on the phone. What she didn’t realise was that the guys had gotten home and Wonwoo had made himself comfortable on the couch. Once he saw the laptop in front of him, he wanted to look something up himself, remembering that Minnie had complained about a problem a few days prior. So, he took it, opened it and oh well… he saw everything. All the open tabs, everything she had looked at. He did feel guilty at first, definitely feeling like he was maybe stepping too far into her privacy, but he started getting intrigued and it slightly amused him, knowing that she was interested in such a thing - his jealousy definitely did make an appearance though as well haha

Not wanting to snoop too much or put her into an uncomfortable position, he closed the laptop again, put it back and didn’t speak about it again until they went through with her fantasies.

Girly had the biggest heart attack when she found him sitting on the couch, but since he didn’t say anything, she brushed it off and thought he didn’t go on her computer.

What Minnie had looked at didn’t leave his mind though for DAYS, up to the point where he himself started looking up positions and just stuff in general he remembered seeing on her laptop screen and he was definitely getting interested. And well, you know what happened then ˙ᵕ˙

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[3-heartstyle]

So because I was stupid in leaving behind my sketchbook during a family trip, I'm going to practice my writing.

Here's some romantic dialogue between Layla and Cora during a quiet night.

Some context, it's during the time they are traveling together. Layla knows Corazon is a spy/marine and have lied to Law so he won't be overly upset with him.

Enjoy!

Layla: "So... I have something on my mind I'd hope you'd answer truthfully."

Cora: "Ah, I'll try. You know I can't share much details."

Layla: "Yes, I'm aware and don't worry. It has nothing to do with..."

She looks over at a sleeping Law.

"...your position."

Cora: "Ask away."

Layla: "How long have you loved me?"

It was a sudden crash onto the ground as Corazon falls near the fire pit. Layla quickly pulls him away.

Layla: "Are you alright?"

Cora: "I-I'm okay. Was caught off guard. At the-the, ahem, question."

Layla: "Well I guess I should have had you sit down and to brace yourself first before asking such a thing."

Cora: "No! No, it's fine. It's just uh..."

His face flushes pink at her teasing smirk.

Cora: "It's quite hard to pinpoint exactly when I fell for you to keep track how long I loved you..."

Layla raises an eyebrow at his nervous demeanor.

Cora: "but... I guess when I realized I've fallen for you was a bit after Law has shown up."

Layla: "That was nearly 3 years ago! Why didn't you say something?"

Cora: "Well, it's not like I could have said anything during that time anyway. Heh."

A small smack on his arm at the poor joke.

Layla: "I'm being serious here."

Cora: "And I'm being serious too. How could I say anything about it? It could have put you in more danger with other pirates if word got out. Even worse if my brother found out."

Layla: "I- Well- I don't know how you could have felt that way so long and kept it to yourself. I would've gone crazy."

Cora: "Ah well, if I had your way of thinking I would have been a madman then."

Layla: "What you mean?"

Cora: "The more I think about it, I believe my subconscious had fallen for you before my mind has realized.

Ah! Yes, I remember now.

The moment we've locked eyes, that must've struck something in me. The golden color shining greater than any treasure we've came across. It sparked an even greater desire than every pirate's want for the One Piece."

Layla: "Oh, you exaggerating."

Cora: "I'm not. There were other moments with your voice that should have made me realize."

Layla: "My voice?"

Cora: "Yes, your voice.

The songs the radio has played as you worked will often have the word "corazón" in them. It made my heart skip a beat every time you sung along. I only could have dreamed of you saying my real name just as sweet.

Then there were your cries...

My heart ached as you've cried and for so long too. From the start you've dealt with so much loss and being forced to stay with us only worsen your grief.

But your laugh...

Oh, the first time I've somehow managed to make you laugh out loud, my heart soared. It's like I've heard heaven's angelic choir."

Layla: *laughs* "oh Rosinante stop it, you big sap."

She was hiding her face out of embarrassment. He takes her hands away from her face and holds them to his chest.

Cora: "Haha! There it is! How beautiful it sounds."

He brings her gloved hands to cradle the sides of his face.

Cora: "and there's your gentle touch.

How rare it was for you to initiate back then, but when you did, it was to show me kindness. How careful you'd check for injuries after a mission and how soft you'd be when you stitched me back up.

The warmth of your hands left me burning hotter than any fire I've caused to myself."

He kisses the scarred skin of her wrist.

Cora: "So with my mindset, the time I've yearned for you only made me an even clumsier fool."

Layla gives Corazon a deep kiss.

Layla: "But it resulted into being a happy fool, I assume?"

Cora: "The happiest."

[ventismacchiato]

Dear Bowser,

Good evening, old friend. it’s been a while since we’ve last spoken… we’ve drifted apart quiet a bit since the golden days.

I’ve been doing well these past few years, August and I have become newly weds. Although you may be wondering about Tiffany, unfortunately as you could tell we had a… falling out you could say. Hardships happen to everyone after all, I’ve since moved on from Tiffany and that’s when I met the love of my life August. I adore her with all my heart and yet— anyways, my career has been doing well! Painting has always been a passion of mine after all, to think that I’ve actually made something of it is incredible to me. I wish you were there to see it old friend. I’ve been backed up with requests as of late, it’s been stressful for sure, many restless nights and angry customers but it’s nothing I can’t get past right? You’ve always told me I was good under pressure. I’ve been in my workshop for days honestly, I had to get a couch moved in so I could rest somewhere that wasn’t my desk for once. I’ve been getting an earful from August that I should take it easy haha, she really does care for me hm?

Enough about me though, what about you? How’s the family been? I heard you got a kid, I would’ve loved to have met him. Maybe one day we could set up a play date if me and August ever decide to adopt.

You know… I should be happy but, I feel like something is missing, It was truly my fault me and Tiffany separated. She said it felt like I was always longing for— just…something… like nothing she ever did satisfied me. I hate to say it but she was right, and the worst part is that I’m stringing August along too just to move on from you. I feel so guilty, there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think about you, what we could’ve been if I wasn’t so cowardly.

I should be happy with what I have; a beautiful wife, a house, a career… and yet every time I think of you I feel that same longing desire. I wonder how things would’ve went if I had just owned up to my feelings, instead of staying in the shadows. No wonder Tiffany resents me, I don’t know what to do anymore. If I tell August she’d be crushed, I care for her, again I truly do love her just not in the same way I ever had for you. Maybe it’s for the best.

Bowser, I

“God what am I doing…” Accordion anon stared at the letter, “I can’t even write one simple letter that..” Accordion anon leaned back in their chair, a hand covering their eyes. Tears welling up, a singular tear breaking free, quiet sobs fill the room.

Knock knock knock

I flinched, the loud sudden knocks breaking me free from my crude thoughts laced with self pity.

A muffled yet recognizable voice spoke,“Accordion? Open up, you’ve been in there long enough.” August. Right, I was supposed to be working. “c-coming, love!” I had shouted.

I don’t deserve her

Quickly wiping any stray tears, I braced myself to meet Augusts gaze. I lifted myself from the chair and paused… the letter, without any thought I had ripped it to shreds, discarded. Lastly I unlocked the door,

But it was then I hesitated, I couldn’t bring myself to open the door. I didn’t want to keep up my string of lies, how was I going to face her… I don’t know if I can do this anymore.

Before I knew it, there she was. August stood there in front of me, her face twisted into one of concern. She grabbed my hands, our engagement rings pressed together.

“Are you alright?”

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“Yes.. don’t worry about me love, just the stress getting to me.”

________________

This is a lot worse than what I normally write but I am a bit rusty so I guess it makes sense. Hope you enjoy reading this 😃

-🪗

accordion anon WHAT THE HELL IS THIS

questions

- who the hell is tiffany

- who is august??

- why r u cheating on august w mf BOWSER?