#a class act oneshot

[baepsays]

very excited for clan leader gojo :)

can you spoil some stuff about him?

hi anon~

I am very excited about him as well>< idk how much I can spoil without giving awayyyyy so I'll give you some thoughts gojo has about the whole marriage thing

He is very much looking for a wife yes, but he has no plans for getting a heir, he wants a wife to just appease the clan and someone to take up some of his work because poor ichiji is about to lose it.

[darkmoonravewolf]

Me:I just need to finish one oneshot so I can start my fanfic please just one

Brain: What if Weiss... Got actually love.,sick?

Me: PLESS JUST ONF JUST ONE!

[luviestarz]

jungkook fic recs! 💘 part 2

𖤐 Champagne Confetti ⋆ j.jk - @busanboykoo (“you won't regret me, champagne confetti” or maybe just jungkook wants you to tell him what you want him to do to you.)

𖤐 oh how you love longhair!jungkook . . . - @twilghtkoo

𖤐 Your boyfriend looks a little too good in his police uniform. - @badbtssmut

𖤐 e s p r e s s o - @joonberriess (boxer!jk)

𖤐 trippin' over, gettin' lost on you | jjk (m) - @euphorajeon (a visit to the coffee shop you work at rewards jeongguk not only with a cup of coffee and a plate of brownie, but also with something else simmering deep in his veins. a challenge is issued, and all hell breaks loose.)

𖤐 Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au - @ctrlsht (You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you’re with him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much.)

𖤐 WELCOME TO THE HEARTBREAK SHOW ── jungkook - @numinousher (you’re in love with your partner in class that everyone fears (and loves) due to his stoic facial expression and the way he rejects girls rather harshly. as you get to know him, will he be able to handle your heart that you so willingly gave him to care for or, will he break it due to his hatred for people who are in love with him?)

𖤐 It’s hard to stop but once it starts, it starts - @byuljoonie

𖤐 concrete king. (m) jjk - @bratkook (when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor theres no way you could ever say no to him)

𖤐 baecation - @1kook (“Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.)

𖤐 test your morality (jungkook) - @trivia-yandere (jungkook's morality is tested when he's woken from his unconscious state to find you - his best friend - bound before him.)

𖤐 Needy | jjk oneshot - @jkslipppiercing (your boyfriend often helps you set up for your weekly girls' night...what happens when he gets needy for you only 15 minutes before your girl friends arrive?)

𖤐 ESCAPISM | JJK - @wnderkoo (୨୧ lipstick smudged like modern art..)

𖤐 Vérités Cachées (JJK) - @bangtanficsforyou (You try to make an escape from a beast, that you happen to have encountered while on a vacation with your boyfriend.)

𖤐 lonely hearts club (m) - @dovechim (jeon jeongguk has annoying little brother energy™. you know this deep in your bones. wedding after wedding, you keep running into him at the goddamn singles’ table, and he just won’t leave you alone. until you start to wonder... is he your ticket out of the lonely hearts club?)

𖤐 By Its Cover (M) - @gimmesumsuga (The one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.)

𖤐 The Deepest Marks of Essence - @lleldey (When you found yourself circled by a tribe, you never thought it would lead you to tap into your deepest wants and desires. You are the oldest child, the example of how one should act at all costs, but if you ever manage to escape this maze and if your story ever becomes told, you’ll never be looked at the same. But it’s hard to regret it when your nights are spent with gentle caresses and starry midnight skies. You got everything you secretly longed for, but at what cost?)

𖤐 every hour, every minute. (m) - @aajjks (jungkook can be an animal when it comes to fucking you sensless.)

𖤐 ONCE AGAIN, MILAN ! - (nsfw) - @frmisnow (what happens when you and jungkook find yourselves once again in milan, this time with no business attached — well a hol' lotta sex for sure!)

[viperify]

oneshots | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⊹ ݁˖ Lesson Learned.

Short Summary: An unlocked door to the Restricted Section after curfew turns out to be a trap rather than an invitation. One that you, after all, don’t mind having fallen for.

Warnings: 18+ only! degradation, size kink, marking, Tom Riddle is actually decent at dirty talk?, unprotected p in v, creampie, weird sex position bc I am losing my sanity

A/N: Thesis defense on Monday. Send help.

wordcount: 1,5k

Saturday, 10 pm.

One hour past curfew—a time you’d normally be in your dorm, maybe studying, though more likely sleeping.

However, your routine has changed. It’s been a month or two since you needed a book. One single book to study for Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Curfew this, curfew that—you had never broken a single school rule before, and being pretty certain it was Gryffindor’s turn for patrols in that part of the castle, you figured you’d be let off with nothing but a reprimand if caught anyway. So, you decided to sneak out.

And you were right—until you made it to the library, nothing unusual had happened.

First, you couldn’t believe your luck when an unlocked door to the Restricted Section led you right where you needed to go, so without further hesitation, you took your chance. However, just when you found what you were looking for—footsteps.

Not faint footsteps in some other part of the spacious library—no, heading in your direction, and definitely not far enough to still make a run for it.

Turns out it wasn’t the Gryffindor prefect keeping an eye on the library that night but Slytherin’s.

You sighed.

Tom fucking Riddle.

After scolding you for what felt like hours, he finally concluded with his prefect-catchphrase. “What do you see as an adequate punishment for breaking curfew rules?”

You expected anything—detention, being reported to the headmaster, anything to humiliate you, knowing his ways of dealing with rule breakers.

You expected anything but what he actually wanted from you.

When you didn’t answer, his signature smirk crept onto his lips, the one that you knew oh-too-well. The one he used whenever he got exactly what he wanted.

“On your knees.” He said finally, voice strict and void of any emotion.

An order you, for whatever reason—back then, probably in fear—obliged.

And since then—let’s just say, it’s become a thing.

You and him.

Saturday nights.

The first time was part of his condition not to report you. “Come back next Saturday, and I might just forget about this.”

So you did.

And the Saturday after—out of sheer curiosity—too.

You remember his eyes, flashing faintly in the darkness of the library when he spotted you waiting for him that night—door again left unlocked. Just half a minute later, he had you bent over one of the wooden desks, skirt left pooling at your ankles, panties merely shoved to the side before he slipped inside of you with one singular, quick thrust.

He’s put you into positions you hadn’t even heard about. He fucks fast and carelessly, tightly gripping your hair, thrusting into you as if he has a point to prove.

Then, outside of your little rendezvous, he acts as though he doesn’t even know you. Doesn’t even spare you so much as a glance. He puts on this perfect mask that he wears so casually, the one that makes Tom Riddle seem like just any other student.

But he isn’t just any other student.

You know it.

He knows you know it.

—

Again, you are mindlessly strolling through the dark and empty library, collecting dust on your fingertips as you walk through the many aisles of the Restricted Section. Not particularly looking for anything but rather waiting—waiting for him to bend you over the next best furniture, to maybe even only push you to your knees to suck him off and then leave without another word.

You shouldn’t even fucking enjoy this.

Although, even when he doesn’t seem to prioritize your pleasure, he manages to give back each time. In these few weeks Tom has already learnt how your body works, what you need in order to feel good—and though he would never admit it, you do notice how his brows draw together whenever you clench around him, how he groans ever so quietly when you come undone around him—how your pleasure only heightens his.

Then—

“You are a desperate little slut, aren’t you?”

Your head snaps to the side as you hear a voice—his voice—from behind, torn from your thoughts as you turn to face him, his tall frame towering over you.

“Wh—“ you start, originally to complain about his choice of words, desperately trying to deny the feeling building in your lower stomach. But you are cut off by his lips crashing onto yours, stealing your breath away as he captures you in a fiery kiss.

The next second he’s got you pinned between him and the bookshelf behind you, your hands already fumbling with his belt. Tom’s hands meanwhile wander from your waist, giving your ass a firm squeeze that makes you yelp.

Trousers barely past his hips, and he’s closing the gap between the both of you again. You feel him pressed against you—through the fabric of his underwear, already hard and thick, throbbing in anticipation.

“Jump,” he urges, supporting you with his hands on the back of your thighs, helping you wrap your legs around his waist. He’s got you pinned against the bookshelf as he frees himself, eyes briefly locking onto yours, those beautiful, dark brown eyes that you swear have so many stories to tell. But he doesn’t waste time. A gasp falls over your lips as he splits you apart with one rough, harsh thrust, the stretch overwhelming at first—it always is.

“Fuck— you are tight like this—“ he rasps, groaning against your neck as his head dips, allowing you—and probably himself as well—to adjust.

“Not— wasting time today. Got another girl waiting for you already?” You ask half-heartedly, accompanied by a small wince, and although you don’t actually mean it, the words seem to draw his full attention to you.

His eyes darken slightly at your words, lips curling into a possessive grin.

“Just you today, darling.” He replies casually, giving you the slightest thrust. “Jealous?”

“Never— fuck—“

Another thrust—half of his length this time—cuts you off.

“You can take it,” he reassures, gaze briefly dropping to where you are connected. “You’ve always taken me so well.”

And then, he pulls out—almost completely, just to push back inside. You whimper-moan, sign enough for him to keep going—slow at first.

This position makes everything more intense—bodies pressed against each other, though still half-clothed, his cock stretching you in ways you weren’t sure you could handle. You swear he is bigger like this, if even possible—and fuck, the feeling of pain and pleasure slowly bleeding into one has your mind spinning, blanking out.

You cling onto him, nails digging into his robes, ankles locked behind his back as he starts to thrust deeper. He notices you tensing up. Of course he does. Tom notices everything, always. Every little detail. And it fucking infuriates you.

“Shh. I know. Breathe, you have to breathe for me.”

Instead of your usual witty comebacks, you for once follow his command.

Fucking hell.

His lips are all over your neck, sucking marks into your skin that you’d have to cover up for days to come, but you are too far gone to care. Only when you finally relax, walls fluttering around his length, he continues. Fast. Harsh. Unrelenting.

“That’s a good girl. You feel perfect wrapped around me like this, squeezing me so tight.” He murmurs against your lips, breathing heavily as his hips snap against yours, bookshelf creaking behind you as the sharp wooden edges bite into your back.

You can only do so much as nod, your own pleasure building rapidly in the pit of your stomach. His lips are on yours once more as he reaches between the both of you, thumb finding your clit—and you lose it. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins as your climax washes over you—walls clamping down tight around him—so tight that he also doesn’t last much longer.

With a throaty groan, he empties himself inside of you, painting your walls white with his release, hips flush against yours as he wrings out every last ounce of pleasure for the both of you.

Then, silence, apart from a few heavy breaths.

“Don’t your friends miss you?” You ask after a minute, sarcasm evident in your voice, wiping a dark curl from his forehead.

He huffs. “You offer quite acceptable company.”

With that, he helps you to your feet, his length slipping out of you, the sudden emptiness making you hiss.

“Fuck— but we are not— friends, Riddle.”

A smirk decorates his sharp features. “That’s right. You are my little toy, coming back to me despite knowing I am going to fucking ruin this cunt over and over again.”

You roll your eyes as you pull up your skirt, legs shaking, the ache between your thighs growing with each second—you just know you are going to be sore, so damn sore. “I fucking hate you.”

He laughs at that. Laughs.

“My dorm, next Saturday, same time.” Tom says, voice back to strict and controlled, his perfect little mask back in place as he turns to leave.

“I am running out of ideas how to fuck you in here.”

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[k1mbe3rly]

Hi :-)

A Request for all of us are death (sorry if its double now somehow my Internet Connection kicked me out)

What about an oneshot or head canons what ever works better for you to work with - Yoon Gwi-nam x shy girlfried who is super loyal to him and stands by his side no matter what?

loveee

Gwi nam dating a shy girl headcannons

warnings: smut, gentle?gwi nam

- Gwi nam is very protective of you especially since your very shy and not that talkative, so when someone is telling/scolding you, he basically talks for you

- He loves your tits so much, he loves teasing your nipple and seeing them get hard against his fingers

- Gwi nam likes to show you off in public, he likes to hold your hand or have a hand around your shoulder just so people can see yall are dating, a few people know not to talk to you especially with Gwi nam on your side

- He would also show you off in many ways, he’ll fuck you in a janitors closet or a empty classroom, he also loves to give you hickeys where he knows people are able to see, he also likes when you give him a few hickeys as well

- Gwi nam gets mad very easily, and sometimes even takes it out on you by yelling at you or just raising a hand up, but he won’t actually hit you maybe just a shove

- He also loves taking his anger out on you in different ways, shoving his cock deep into you and pulling your hair back, slapping your ass as he whispers dirty things into your ear

- Gwi nam absolutely hates when you stop him from beating a kid up, but of course he listens to you since he figured your way to innocent to see him brutally beat some kid up, he gets annoyed and even asks “why the fuck do you care? you like him or something ?” he also makes you hit them sometimes “Go on. Give him a little slap to the face, just do something!”

- If he’s already annoyed at something and you protesting to stop him from beating a kid up, he would fuck you infront of them, forcing them to look at you as you get your insides ruined, he also makes you look up at the person and tell them that only he’s able to stretch you out the way he does and fuck you like the way he does

- Gwi nam who doesn’t show that much affection in public, he makes sure he doesn’t do too much infront of you or have anyone talk to you a lot especially if you don’t talk much and usually quiet, that’s how he noticed you in the first place. Admiring how silent and gorgeous you are focusing on the board and writing down notes

- He’s able to make you loud as well. Your moans filled up the bedroom yall were in, as skin slapping was heard as well as he watched how your mouth was parted open with moans falling out, he loves seeing you so loud for him

- Gwi nam actually tries to change for you, his behavior and how he acts, which was shocking to himself since he used girls and just threw them away, he noticed how he was acting around you like a nervous teenage boy trying to impress his crush, he even tried studying with you which turned out awefully causing him to groan in frustration and leave, he also checks if anyone is around and gives you hugs but than acts like he doesn’t care with a nonchalant face

- He does love you a lot which is why he fucks you a lot, not because he wants you for your body, but because he’s grown used to how tight you were around his cock, he absolutely loved feeling it tighten up even more, he even once tried going gentle but it just doesn’t work out and he even apologized!? “Sorry- but this gentle fucking isn’t working for me, awh- fuck!” he says as he begins thrusting even faster his hands curling into your hair

Apocalypse au

- Gwi nam who absolutely protects you with everything when the apocalypse breaks out. Killing people and beating them up if they ever get in yalls way from running away, but unfortunately you had somehow got separated from him, he was stressing out when he lost you, nowhere to be seen and even got turned into a Hambie

- Gwi nam who finds you hiding in class room shaking and crying and tries to go up to you and finds you backing up from him, he reassures that he’s not gonna bite/hurt you, you told him to just stay where he’s at and he listen, you guys sat separately as finally you gave into him and crawled towards him crying into his chest

- Gwi nam tries to calm you down but obviously he’s not the best at it “It’s okay.. your gonna make it out alive and we’re gonna have the best time together, well that’s if you make it alive..” he says as you cry harder at the thought of being into a zombie

- Gwi nam who makes you follow him and even kills off a few zombies for you, he finds Nayeon in a room with a bag of food, you watched as they interacted until he suddenly bit into her, you flinched at the sight and once he was done, he goes to you hugging you tightly, you were shaking in his arms as he spoke “Your never gonna leave me..okay? i love you so much. I’ll kill anyone for you especially in this state, I’ll help you get out of here, now here, eat this” he said giving you the bag of food

[weiweific]

jaemin fic recs .₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

ok hello hello this is just a list of my fave jaemin fics in no particular order!

(m) smut | (f) fluff

one shot

i love hot nerds by @domjaehyun | m | 8.7k college au, perverted and nerdy shy boys jaemin & haechan author summary: when your professor pairs you with the two smartest students in your class for a group project, you find yourself making an interesting deal with them. or, alternatively: the one where you have to help two nerds learn to get girls so you can pass your class.

just so you know by @sluttyten | m | 20.9k friends to lovers, poly mmf with jeno and jaemin author summary: you’re kinda with jeno, but when you realize his best friend jaemin is in love with you too, well it complicates things

angel baby by @neopuppy | m | 8k alpha/omega dynamics, pregnant y/n, neighbour jaemin cookie jar by @neopuppy | m | 7k dubcon, stuck in dryer au, jeno & jaemin stepbrothers stepcest

this untitled jaemin oneshot by @haetrack | m | 6.4k pwp, inexperienced y/n

diet pepsi by @mochidoie | f | 10k flirty jaemin, the tensionnnn author summary: Accidentally walking in on your best friend’s hot housemate half naked with a towel around his waist in the bathroom was never in your plans. But maybe, it was in his?

persimmon problems by @starsstuddedsky | f | 18.3k uni/college au author summary: fantasy crushes are all fun and games until it stops being a fantasy and he’s really talking to you. but what are you supposed to do when he invades every part of your life?

hush, hush by @domjaehyun | m | 19.5k foursome ft. jeno, haechan & jaemin

besties (gone sexual) by @tyonfs | m | 43.4k college au, best friends to fwb to lovers author summary: na jaemin, resident playboy and serial heartbreaker on campus, thinks he might have a crush on you. this is concerning because he’s slept with your roommate before, who called him something along the lines of “a waste of a human.” another reason why this is concerning is because you happen to be jaemin’s best friend of seven years, and you know far too much about him to ever consider dating him.

stargirl interlude by @tyonfs | m | 5.9k influencer y/n, strangers to lovers author summary: and i shouldn’t cry, but I love it, starboy / i just wanna see you shine ‘cause i know you are a stargirl

j.crew by @sluttyten | m | 11.4k gangbang ft. johnny, jaehyun, jungwoo, jeno & jaemin

sniff by @guanana | m | 7k sniffing kink, pwp poly!nomin one shot by @jenosbigtoe | m lots of drabbles as well!!! linking their masterlist here

f4 by @starryhyuck | m | 4k+ slight dubcon, featuring mark, jeno, haechan and jaemin as f4 author summary: the most popular guys at school are wanted by everyone and anyone. the problem is… they only want you.

Drippin’ [Dream ‘00 line] by @ncteez '00 line x reader, mild dubcon, birthday sex author summary: “It’s too late to run away, you started this game first.”It was a joke, you swear. Sharing something like that with your group of horny man-friends was definitely a recipe for disaster. That one little tweet sets off a string of events that prevents you from pretending that you wouldn’t fuck your friends. Because you would, and they know it.  or the one where you’re considered a tease with the shit you share privately online, and they’re just about fed up with the way you act innocent and uninterested in what they’re packing. 

series

talk to my skin by @fadedncity | m | 13.8k college au, friends to lovers, fwb + pt. 2 if you let me (18.6k)

strawberry cough by @hazyhae | m | 9.1k plug!jaemin, friends/plug to lovers ahh, weed use author summary: when your longtime bestie and plug moves out of town, he recommends one of his buddies to fill your weed needs. jaemin is glad to deliver that and maybe even more. + pt. 2 sour tangie (6.3k)

quarantine chronicles by @domjaehyun | m | 3 parts | 126.7k featuring jaehyun, johnny, jungwoo, mark, haechan & jeno author summary: fourteen days, five roommates, and five remarkably high sex drives. what could go wrong?

[orphicsun]

"My Sugar Mommy"

MODERN AU ABBY ONESHOT (Sugar Mommy Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader)

Contents: Smut, oral sex, strap-on sex, use of the term "Mommy", kind of angsty, bitter ending, older Abby, feminine college student reader, age gap between reader and Abby(reader is in her twenties, both are consenting adults!), seemingly unrequited feelings, THIS ISN'T PROOFREAD so there are probaby a few grammar mistakes Word Count: 3k

Description: When you're working some minimum wage job in college and money has you stressed, you resort to what feels like a laughable option: finding a sugar mommy. When said sugar mommy is the woman of your dreams, you end up worse off. You fall for Abby Anderson, and that was the one rule you promised you wouldn't break.

How you got into this predicament, you'd never want to say out loud to anyone who knew you. Neither family nor friends, not even the ones who knew the depths of your soul in ways that only she can reach. Those people who you seemed so close to were only brushing against your heart in ways that Abby had enveloped you, the ways she absolutely corrupted your once so sweet personality into her own insatiable sugar baby.

You were a simple girl with simple needs before you met her on that wretched website. You majored in English because you loved to write, and you wished to someday publish and get your name out into people's minds. You came from an average middle-class household, and struggling wasn't impossible, but you never knew the feeling of truly struggling financially until your sophomore year of college.

Your freshman year at your new university was tough, sure. However, you never had to resort to eating Maruchan on the regular. You never had to say no to hang-outs with your friends because you didn't have enough gas in your car. And you certainly never had a thought in that sweet little head of yours that you would ever need to go to a website like Sugarbabies.com to make ends meet. Things just seem to get more difficult as you become more financially independent, though. Even the miserable job at the gas station 10 minutes away from your university that you seemed to be working at nonstop was barely paying your living expenses.

At first, you truly considered Onlyfans. But your friends talked you out of it. That was a silly idea even for you, who was probably as poor as the dirt between the grass. They suggested something that could spare you some dignity: sugarbabying. You initially laughed off the idea, but as you found yourself struggling more and more along with homework toppling over you, you found yourself resorting to the last option. And that is how you met Abby Anderson.

Abby wasn't as old as most sugar parents; she was maybe 45, and she was extremely fit. When she initially sent you a friend request, you spent hours upon hours examining her muscles like it was going to matter whether or not you chose her as your sugar mommy. (You were totally whipped for her already..) The way you obsessed over the older woman was practically a sin, staring at her pictures as if she would jump out of the screen and fuck you silly on your twin-sized bed-

That small obsession was probably the first sign that the whole situation was a bad idea that could end in utter heartbreak for you. But what choice did you have?

Your first meet-up with Abby was extremely awkward for you. She was just as beautiful as she was on her profile, her dirty blonde haired braided, and her body adorned with a pair of baggy cargos and a casual t-shirt. She dressed so basic and you were still salivating. To you, this was no longer an act of money-making, but a pathetically huge crush on an older woman.

Abby was nothing like what her intimidating physique told you about her–she was sweet and caring. She went over every rule with you slowly and in this impossibly gentle voice, and she even complimented the skirt you had on that day. You laughed, pretty giddy and comfortable enough to express yourself around the woman.

The terms of her being your "sugar mommy" were simple: you would be cared for both emotionally and financially. She promised to take you out to the mall and buy you whatever cutesy outfits you liked, made sure to add in how much she already loved the way you dressed. She promised fancy dinners, and you were a girl who was obsessed with crab legs and anything other than shitty college-student food, so you happily agreed to that. However, the aspects of being in a sugar mommy / sugar baby relationship that were more catered to Abby was... that was where things got difficult to easily understand.

Abby was very upfront with you about the sexual aspect of your relationship. She warned you that in her previous relationships, sex was a common activity. She would never require it, but she did expect some level of romantic affections as a sugar mommy in order for the dynamic to work. You weren't an idiot- you understood what sex was, obviously. You also expected whoever you'd be in your arrangement with to expect sex, and you thought about it many times before signing yourself up on that website. It was the emotional aspect that left you feeling grey, and that was something that came after the two of you had already fucked around.

You agreed to a sexual relationship, and Abby didn't immediately request any sexual relations. The first month of your time together, Abby would simply pick you up and treat you to a shopping spree or just take you back to her luxurious home, treating you to wine and appreciating your company. Sometimes when you'd come back to your dorm after a long day with her, you would find random amounts of money slipped into your pocket. You found it endearing.

The sugar baby lifestyle was paradise in the beginning, especially that first easy month. You never had to worry about money, never had to say no to going out with the girls or hell, even worrying about your tuition. Anything you needed, Abby provided. If you were stressed, she'd massage away at your shoulders with her big, strong hands and make you feel at ease.

Really, you could say the first time you had sex with her was where things got so messed up. But that wasn't even true, because you were already so addicted to Abby by just her personality. She was everything anyone could ever want. That being said, the sex definitely lit the fuse that made you so certain you were falling for her.

The day the situation made a turn for chaos started off normal. You spent most of the Saturday morning at your job, and when you got home, you spent most of the evening finishing up homework that needed to be completed. It was when you got a short text from Abby saying that she wanted to pick you up that you felt a shift in your life. Usually, her texts were detailed with what she'd do with you, how fancy she wanted you to dress up, etc. This felt scary. You almost thought that she was planning on breaking off your relationship, which sent an ache through your heart that you should not have felt, but that wasn't the case.

You drove to her house, the road seeming to wind on forever before you finally turned into her drive-way. When she opened the door for you, she didn't look somber though. More serious with a slight twinge of nerves. When you stepped into the house, you were ordered to sit on the couch and listen to what your sugar mommy had to say.

"Look, I'm just going to get straight to the point with you.. I think it's time to take this further. I'd like this relationship to become more physical."

Of course, you agreed. You wanted her for a while, stared at the way her muscles flexed when she'd do certain mundane tasks. The two of you had kissed before, which was usually a short and sweet action, but you were always left wanting more. You didn't even know if you were supposed to be so eager for sex with her. Afterall, you were the one that was supposed to be entertaining her. You knew that you were supposed to enjoy it, obviously. It'd be quite awkward if you didn't. However, you figured that most sugar babies were never supposed to fantasize about their sugar mommies the way you did...

Just the night before, you were in your bed, hand in your panties, two fingers pathetically fucking away at your sopping cunt. Touching yourself was one thing, but dreaming of Abby's fingers taking over? That was a whole new can of worms to open. You'd never even admit to Abby how you gripped at your sheets when you came, biting your bottom lip hard to keep from screaming her name for the whole floor to hear.

When you agreed to Abby's new suggestion, she was pretty much indifferent. That made you feel so exposed: the fact that she could tell that you'd say yes. Maybe she was just some secretly magical sex goddess that could smell the twinge of arousal dripping off of you anytime she'd take you out to spoil you. Maybe she was aware of the feelings of attachment you'd harbored for her that you hadn't even known about that first month of business. Nonetheless, she calmly led you to her bedroom.

You hadn't seen it before, but now that you were standing in the middle of her bedroom, you felt a deep-seated wave of intimacy approach your heart. The lights were dimmed, a few candles lit on her dresser. There wasn't a pile of messy clothes on the floor, or a stray piece of trash on her nightstand like your dorm contained. It was so..mature looking. It suited her well, a clean and cozy bedroom.

You were told to sit down on the bed, so you obliged. She gently parted your legs with her knee to stand inbetween them. You looked up at her with slightly widened eyes, pupils blown. It wasn't surprising that you were already so ready for her. She didn't have to rush to feel between your thighs to know how soaked your pussy already was. That should've been a sign that you were too far gone, but Abby was a bit selfish. She ignored it.

Abby leaned down to press a few kisses onto your reddened cheeks before meeting your lips with a sweet kiss. Kisses with Abby was the best part of being her sugar baby. She kissed you like you were a treasure, like you needed to be protected and deserved every bit of attention you received. Her lips kissed you in ways that were so controlled, in ways you hadn't experienced from your past, when sloppy and fast was the way to go. No, she slid her warm lips against yours and when it was finally time, she'd coax your lips wide to swirl her tongue into your mouth, which had a way of making you moan into hers.

Her mouth finally broke away from yours with a burst of ragged breathing. Her voice was thick with arousal that you hadn't heard before. "Are you going to be good for mommy and let her eat that pretty pussy of yours?"

The thoughts resurfaced, the countless nights spend fantasizing about how her tongue would drill into your hole-

"Yes, mommy..", you answered, arousal seeping into your own voice, a hidden gem of emotional want buried so deep within it that Abby hadn't detected it, or chose not to.

With you naked on the middle of her bed, Abby's head between your legs, her tongue between your wet folds, heaven was no longer debatable. You should've thought of the consequences of letting yourself get so emotionally invested in what she was doing. It was just sex. That was something that was repeated into your mind overtime by friends and by social media. You knew that people could fuck and never love each other, but it was so difficult for you to not fall in love with Abby. The sex only made your conflicted feelings worse. The way your thighs engulfed her head, you could squeeze her face until your heart's content and she'd never complain. She'd only squeeze your soft thighs harder, only intertwine her fingers with yours which made you let out an embarrassingly horny moan. You were too high on Abby's treatment to even consider how badly it was to have what was supposed to be casual sex in a way that you knew wouldn't be casual for you.

Abby's tongue only swirled around your clit at times, and other time's it would ruthlessly devour your pussy just how you needed her to. She was drawing out your pleasure, coaxing every bit of need out of you and attempting to satiate your cravings. She was silent, mouth focused on your cunt, while you were loud and shameless.

"Abby, please- fuck, right there, please.."

"I wanna cum, please just make me cum..stop teasing."

"Ooh, fuck-"

Yeah, you were insatiable. After a torturous amount of time, the blonde finally stopped teasing your clit and let her tongue fuck you at a brutally fast pace. It didn't even take long to send you right over the edge, all over her gorgeous face.

Her tongue didn't cease, only continued with pressured strokes against your clit, milking every drop of pleasure from your body. You were on another planet, practically seeing stars. In that moment, you consciously knew that nobody would have such a hold on you the way Abby did. Nobody could have you wrapped around their finger, make you cum around hers...the way Abby had you.

After you came down from your high, Abby held your bare body in her lap, in her arms, muttering soft words to you. "Yeah, that's my good girl. Shh, just stay here, I'll hold you, okay?", she cooed to you, coaxing you back down to Earth.

You went home that night all giddy and surely in love.

Surely, loving Abby wasn't such a bad thing. She was a huge part of your life, and she was so caring. Who wouldn't fall for her? You recognized your feelings, your attachment, your dependency. Yet you just couldn't find it inside of you to think of it as a dangerous thing yet.

Over the months, Abby had you in countless ways, on countless nights, in countless moods. Sometimes, she was a bit stressed from her job. Those nights, she'd have you mainly pleasure her. You'd be so eager for the times you could lap away at her pussy, because it was a rare occurrence that she'd be vulnerable enough to let you. See, that's the thing about love. You want to give your person everything you have, and more. Other nights, Abby was feeling really sweet with you. She even bought a strap-on to use on you. She'd fuck you with the fake cock so mercilessly and yet so sweetly, just shy of breaking you. You almost broke down once and spilled out how much you loved her on one occasion after she had you in missionary, staring into your eyes at some points and kissing you while you came, whining muffled noises into her mouth so she could practically swallow your pleasure at its peak. Some nights, she was really tired but still wanted to see her baby cum. She'd let you bounce on her strap, whispering how good you were at taking her cock while kneading your tits in her hands like dough.

However, things seemed to change for the worse. You didn't even notice it at first.

It started with turning down your friends' questions to hang-out to go to dinner with Abby and have sex after. Then, you quit your job. At that point, Abby had paid your tuition off for you, and you felt financially well off. That was a truly stupid idea, but you really didn't want a job in the first place. It was too hard to balance a job and homework and Abby. The final major turning point was when you found yourself relying on Abby for more than just expenses. You were relying on her emotionally as if she were your actual partner.

Anytime you'd find yourself crying over stress or had a bad day, it was Abby's door you knocked on. No matter how many times that week you had already came over, you'd still call or knock right back on her door.

At this point, both of you knew how in love you were. How much you needed Abby. But to her, you were the perfect girl, and you had everything she needed in a sugar baby. You weren't spoiled or demanding, at least not first. But as time went on, it was clear the intense love was not leaving. It was only developing into something horrendously serious. And hell, maybe Abby felt the same. Felt the feelings rise up in her soul for you. But she was an older woman, she was more equipped in pushing them back. Anything she felt for you left as soon as it bubbled up.

The late-night calls you initiated, the constant need for reassurance because the current situation was just not cutting it, every part of your love was starting to grate at Abby. You started out as her perfect girl, and now you depended on her in ways that left her unable to simply move on.

Most of Abby's previous sugar babies simply moved on after a few months, when they had the closet of their dreams and had everything they wanted. But when what you wanted was an actual relationship, when Abby so accidentally ruined the sweetness in you, that's when she had to end it all.

You didn't take the "break-up" very well. You couldn't even call it that, because you were denied a true relationship. It was miserable being alone after having someone that you felt like was your everything. You fell back onto your bed each night yearning for something you didn't even get to fully experience, and your grades that were already suffering only got worse. You were still financially stable, at least enough to give you the time to find a new job, but none of that even mattered to you.

You were ruined, bitter and corrupted from someone so sweet. It was all your fault. You knew the rules, and yet nothing stopped you from falling face-first into Abby Anderson. And the worst part is, somehow, this wouldn't be the true end of the hold Abby had on you. Not when Abby had realized how wrong she was about her own feelings, her own naivety of her attachment to you after she ended it.

Maybe you had corrupted Abby back, and the two of you were far from done with each other.

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tale as old as time | X. Riorson

Xaden Riorson x Aurelia Melgren (OC)

summary: Usually, he’s the dangerous, unapproachable wingleader in public, but since a few days, Xaden Riorson can’t bare to be apart from Aurelia Melgren.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: none really, mentions of past injuries, dragons, Xaden being touch-starved after admitting his feelings, Xaden’s shadows, Tairn being Tairn, two idiots in love, childhood friends-to-lovers, not entirely proofread

author’s note: Lately, I really am all over the place with my writing for fandoms lol. This could turn into a series of oneshots if people are interested—I can also switch this up into a typical reader-insert starring YN, just let me know!

divider by @enchanthings-a

It started right after Threshing.

First, she almost didn’t heed it no mind, not even realizing a change in his daily routines. Sometimes, she felt his eyes lingering on her whenever they passed one another in the hallways of Basgiath on their way to classes or formation in the morning. Other times, she felt him walking closely next to her, the backs of their hands brushing against one another, letting sparks of electricity travel through her bones, dancing on her skin.

All of those incidents, Aurelia categorized as mere blips in reality—undoubtedly enjoying them, but knowing they would not be present for the remainder of their days at the War College.

But then, the shadows started to act up.

Rea knew how masterfully Xaden wielded his signet, being in total control of it; she had watched him train with Garrick and the others and had even gotten a taste of his skills herself. So, for them to act up all of a sudden as soon as she was near a particularly dark corner?

Highly unlikely.

The day on which she woke up with one of those shadowy, smoky tendrils almost lovingly wrapped around her wrist like a delicate bracelet? She knew something had shifted, that something was certainly different than prior to Threshing. And she started to notice more and more:

Xaden casually walking down the hallway of her dorm floor by utter coincidence when she opened her door to head out for breakfast? The way his hand almost naturally found its spot on the small of her back, resting heavily and comfortingly there until they reached the door to the dining hall, his fingers pressing softly into the fabric of her uniform before letting go?

His long-lingering glances across the tables atop the leader platform now so obvious, she had to be blind (or dead) not to notice them?

The way they sat in comfortable silence on the parapet on a particularly starry night because he knew how much she loved stargazing? Hands brushing against one another on the withered stone, one finger wrapped around the other’s? The heavy feeling of his gaze on her profile while she watched the spectacle in the dark-tinted sky in awe and wonder?

She really had to be blind not to see it.

On this particular morning, Aurelia cradled a cup of coffee between both her hands, eyes focused on the dark-haired wingleader as he ate his scrambled eggs while being in deep conversation with Garrick. Taking a revitalizing sip, she patiently waited, smiling softly as Tairn seemed to wake up and growled in her mind. “Your thoughts of the wingleader disturbed my sleep, Stormy One. Keep this up, and I might not be inclined to continue to tolerate him near me.” The Melgren rolled her eyes at that. “Oh, please. I wouldn’t wager my marital bliss because I keep on fantasizing about incinerating the rider of my mate,” she shot back with a humorous tone down their bond, still letting her smile like a fool.

It was exhilarating to be chosen by a dragon, and Aurelia was sure she would keep on grinning like an idiot until the day of her last ride.

The black dragon huffed into her mind. “First: The bond of mates is far more superior to the human concept of marriage, girl. And second: Do not dare think of your last flight—already. We have years upon years, Stormy One. Your skills are too refined to be wasted on an early death. Instead, continue to dream of the rider who is now staring at you—it’s far less insulting.” It was almost as if Tairn chuckled deeply as her eyes fell on Xaden again, watching his onyx eyes soften ever so slightly as he reveled in the attention she granted him.

A small smile danced across her lips as she took another sip of her cooling coffee, her eyes never leaving his handsome face, remembering his whispered words after Threshing when the healers had worked on her bruised and battered body, thinking she wasn’t conscious enough to recall any of it. Until the day before, she had accounted those words to the delirious state she had been in due to the blood loss, but now, with the shadows accompanying her and the expression on his face? The evidence of his shift in person toward her? Aurelia was sure she didn’t dream up his confession.

They held each other’s gazes locked until most of the cadets had left for classes and training, and only then did the woman rise and leave for Battle Brief herself, waiting for him in the hallway. Leaning against a wall, she had her arms crossed loosely in front of her black-clad chest, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as he finally made his way out as well, spotting her instantly. Xaden walked over to her with long, purposeful strides, graceful and lethal as ever, fingers gently twitching as his stare fell from her eyes, raking over the lower part of her face.

“How are you feeling? Is the soreness bearable?”

His question was asked quietly, his voice soft and filled with a warmth barely anyone would receive within these walls, and that knowledge made the butterflies in her stomach whirl like a tornado. He had always been soft to her, ever since their first meeting as children, and he had continued to be like that until they had been separated by fate. Perhaps he still was the boy she once knew—just buried beneath everything he had to be for everyone else.

“Good. Better. It still somewhat aches when I get up too fast, but other than that…” She trailed off when his hand crept closer and touched the spot right next to her navel where she had been run through with a sword during Threshing, a scar now left behind. “But…,” she started again, making him look her directly in the eyes, a teasing smile creeping onto her lips. “I would feel much better if you’d explain this.” And with that, she pulled one of her arms out of their hold across her chest, holding up the wrist with the shadow still in place.

She watched Xaden swallow, eyes lingering on the black, translucent bracelet before he stared down at her again. A hand rose and softly wrapped itself around her fingers, pulling her hand close until it landed on his chest, right above his steadily beating heart. It pushed all the air out of her lungs; her breath hitched as she witnessed the vulnerability the fearsome wingleader showed her at this particular moment.

Xaden watched her intently as he murmured: “Do you mind it? Do they… disgust you? Bother you?” Without having to think about it, Aurelia slowly shook her head, never leaving him out of sight. “Why would you think that? I think they’re beautiful. Immaculate. Watching you wield them is like watching art,” she confessed, still slightly breathless, eyes wide with curiosity and… doubt. Did she never show him what she thought about him, about his talents and skills? Perhaps it had been drowned out by everything happening around them, and a pang of guilt settled in her chest. “Art, hm?” Blinking, Aurelia watched his smile grow, and the guilt lessened for now, making her slap his broad shoulder playfully. “Don’t tease me about my choice of words.”

The Riorson chuckled quietly before his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against his high-towering form. “So, you want an explanation?” His voice had turned into a raspy whisper, and all Aurelia could do was to nod, eyes enthralled by his gaze, her heart beating against her ribcage, trying to escape. “I wanted to make sure you’re all right, Rea, day and night, when I’m here and when I’m not. I wanted to feel close to you at all times, reminding myself every hour of the day that you’re still here, with me.” The fingers pressed against his chest gripped onto his uniform, burying themselves into the midnight black fabric, holding herself up at his steady confession. “Threshing made me realize something I have forgotten for a while: I cannot lose you. I cannot live without you, Aurelia Melgren. If you wouldn’t have made it, it’s safe to say I would have succumbed alongside you. You…” He took a steadying breath with closed eyes before he bent at his waist, coming closer and closer until their foreheads were gently pressed to one another, onyx black crashed against periwinkle blue.

“You are the keeper of all that I feel, of all that I am. One word and I will never speak of it again. One word and I will lock everything away, remaining your friend as I have always been. But…” And with that, he pulled her even closer. “But if your feelings have changed over the years and I was too stupid or blind to see it… Please, tell me and put me out of this… this… misery.” His voice broke at the last word, and it almost hurt her physically to hear his suffering she never knew about.

When has everything between them changed? Aurelia knew when it had changed for her—years ago during a sparring session with him and Garrick back in Aretia when no one had thought about needing to separate. Yes, her father never liked her association with the Riorson’s, but her mother had been from Tyrrendor and called Fen Riorson one of her oldest friends. And on that day, when Xaden had beamed at her proudly for shooting her first arrow successfully, she had known and protected that little secret of hers until… today.

Softly, almost lovingly, Aurelia let the tip of her nose rub against his, staring into his deep eyes and seeing all the emotions she had always hoped to witness on his face, swimming there, freely visible. “Perhaps stupid, perhaps blind, perhaps a bit of both,” the Melgren chuckled, making him roll his eyes at her but turning serious for this particular moment. “You were never just a friend to me, Xaden. You were never just my most trusted companion and confidant—there was always something different between us. I felt… safe with you, protected even. I could be who I was, not the one others desperately wanted me to be. I was… free. You gave me freedom.”

And freedom was the one thing Aurelia had longed for her entire life.

Xaden stared at her unmoving; he almost didn’t dare to breathe when one of her hands cupped his cheek, the pad of her thumb caressing his cheekbone.

“I have always loved you, Xaden Riorson, and I will always love you until my last dying breath as a dragon rider. If you’ll have me…—”

She couldn’t ask the question, not with his lips crashing against hers without restraint, without fear. He was as wild in his claim as he was in his fight, making her his then and there, incinerating every trace of every other man she had allowed to touch her in her life. He unraveled her in a dark corner and put her back together, infusing her with love, passion, and freedom with every move of his lips, with ever raspy sound escaping his throat when her fingers tangled themselves in his dark strands, tucking him closer and closer, until they where almost one.

With a gasp for air, Xaden parted with a heavy breath, chest heaving and heart galloping under the palm of her hand. “If I could, I would make you a Riorson on the spot,” he mumbled, lips pressing kisses to her cheeks and her swollen lips with utmost tenderness. “Slow your dragons, love,” Aurelia’s chuckled words followed. “Let us survive this death sentence of a War College first before we enter a far less superior bond they will most definitely mock.” The man started to grin at her words, pulling her close into his chest. “Did you already get that lecture, hm?” Nodding, she gently pushed back his hair, trying to make it presentable again. “Oh, I have. And I imagine there will be more coming sooner rather than later now that we…” She didn’t dare say the words, but Xaden wasn’t as hesitant—not in the slightest.

“Now that we are in a relationship, mo chroi? You can say it—the title won’t bite you.” Shoving him away, Aurelia showed him her tongue, but letting him take her hand in his, allowing him to hold onto it. “Whatever. Those dragons are menaces, and I’m afraid he will take over the fatherly talk in lack of a present father to do that. And I’m not sure what alternative I would prefer.” As if Tairn had only waited to share his input, his voice echoed through her mind. “I do not know what you dare to imply there, Stormy One, but mind you, I would only propose exceptional measures in order not to procreate ahead of your time. We have goals to accomplish, rider, battles to win, wars to end. No time for… frolicking with your shadow wielder.”

She couldn’t hold back the laugh at the growled words and let go of Xaden’s hand in order to wrap her arm around his waist, claiming her spot at his side, his arm instinctively snaking around her shoulders. “Tairn warned me not to frolic with you, shadow wielder,” she explained at his cocked eyebrow and smiled with closed eyes as he bent down to press a kiss to the crown of her head. “I will keep that in mind, but don’t you think I won’t put my hands on you, Stormy One.”

Walking beside him felt good. Freeing. Empowering. It got into her head, she thought, but it did not matter. She had rarely felt this wonderful.

“Has Sgaeyl spilled Tairn’s secret?” Xaden chuckled humorously as they walked the empty hallways toward Battle Brief. “She did—unintentionally, I think. But it is fitting. You are a tornado, a force of nature to be reckoned with. And with that dragon at your side now? With me? We will be unstoppable, love.” Teasingly, Rea nudged his hip with hers as they stopped in front of the massive double doors leading into the largest classroom Basgiath offered. “Do not over-exaggerate, Xaden darling. You sound like you have an appetite for conquering the world,” she whispered as he bent down again, lips ghosting over hers. “Oh, I have an appetite for many things, mo chroi. And I’ll show you each and every single one of them.”

Kissing Xaden, Aurelia silenced him with flushing cheeks before opening the door to slip inside the now-settling-down cadets. She intended to make her way down toward her usual seat next to her best friend, Merope. Xaden had different plans, though.

His hand snatched hers, and without uttering another word, the tall man tugged her after him, making his row scoot up a seat to create room for her next to Garrick, who watched the interaction with gleaming interest. His cheeky grin was oh so prominent, Aurelia hit his cheek with the flat side of her quill, shaking her head slowly, almost threateningly. “Don’t you dare utter a single word,” she whisper-hissed at him, cocking an eyebrow when he dared to open his mouth, watching him reconsider his next move. “I just wanted to say I told you so, but whatever.” Grinning triumphantly, Garrick winked at her, chuckling when her hand hit him multiple times on his shoulder. “You are unbelievable,” was all she huffed in slight annoyance, forcing herself to look in front, trying to ignore all the stares and the whispers at her new spot. They seemed to increase in volume when everyone bore witness to Xaden Riorson moving his hand in her direction, grabbing her thigh under the small table each seat had sat in front of it, squeezing it tenderly, and leaning in her direction.

“Forget about them, all of them. It doesn’t matter what they think, okay?” He knew her too well, but in their case, she couldn’t give a fuck. Leaning closer herself, Aurelia pressed a lingering kiss to his jawline—it was the only part of his handsome face she could reach without making a fool out of herself—and smiled with a teasing gleam in her eyes. “You won’t get rid of me that easy, Riorson,” the Melgren promised, making him hum in contentment, his hand settling heavily on her thigh—and it would stay there for the remainder of this class and every other they shared.

“I intend to keep you, Melgren. I intend to keep you for a very long time.”

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Sneak peaks of oneshots I'm currently working on!!

SILAS:

"Cops" (no name yet) — blurb: the cops come to take darling away

“Silas-”, SIC says from the front door. 

“‘They want what’s in the attic’, you said”, he mutters through gritted teeth before spinning around and screaming: “Then why the fuck did they leave after getting them?!”

SIC doesn’t answer. He lowers his gaze. Silas is shaking with anger. 

“I’m going to kill them”, he breathes out. 

“You can’t”, SIC says. “This is not our enemies, these are the cops.”

“They took my wife/husband! They could be Superman for all I care! I’m going to blow them up.”

SILAS X ARES (no name yet) — blurb: Silas brings darling to his childhood summer house, where his idiotic brother is

He sighs, lifts your hand and kisses it.

“Fine”, he mutters. “I'll behave.”

“No violence. Please. At all.”

He rolls his eyes. “I won't do anything, Ares-”

“You are a thirty-something year old man, you should be able to control your emotions when your little brother nags you.”

He gives you a warning gaze. “Such a smartypant you are when you're let out.”

For once, you’re not intimidated by that look. You know that Silas would never ever step foot in his parents' summer house while they’re there if you weren’t by his side. From what you know, their house on the island of Rhodes is their vacation home, their actual residence is an apartment in Athens, where Silas grew up.

You can tell by the way that his jaw is clenched that he's not looking forward to meeting his family. They had disowned him when they realized what kind of business he's doing. You wonder what they would say about Ares who's scamming poor old people out of their savings.

The hired driver offers a hand to you when getting out the boat, but Silas snarls at him in a foreign language before helping you himself. You thank the driver in english as Silas drags you away.

“You couldn't have thanked him a bit more flirtatiously?” he mutters while starting to walk. “Asked him if he wanted a kiss while you're at it?”

“Silas …”

"Steal your man" (project name) — darling has married, but Silas is not going to let this man take you from him

You could never have imagined that you would find a man like him after what happened last year. You had met a man on the way home from a meeting with a friend, someone that had helped you after the grocery bag you had bought food in on the way home. He had introduced himself as ‘Silas’ and had walked you home, carrying the groceries for you. You thanked him. Silas had asked if you wanted to meet for coffee sometime, and you had agreed. You had gone out with him multiple times. Never actually becoming a couple, but acting like it. You kissed, went on dates. But you noticed that something was weird about him. He never told you anything about his life and when you asked, you noticed that something shifted in his black eyes. As if he tried to come up with a lie. And you finally got to know from a friend who had seen the two of you together. He was a criminal, a leader of a mob, who was more dangerous than you could have anticipated. You had cut contact with him and moved away so that he wouldn’t be able to find you again.

But he did. Somehow, he did.

DR KRY:

part 2 to this — blurb: a continuation where Nadia tries to convince their father to let her sister go

She wants nothing more than for Lydia to come back to school. Just to see Lydia anywhere else than in her bed would be a blessing. But her washed out skin, her dull eyes and weak voice makes it seem like an impossibility. Nadia would look like that too. She can see herself in her sister’s appearance.

“What day is it?” Lydia asks quietly.

“Thursday”, Nadia replies and clears her throat.

Lydia smiles sadly and sniffles. Tears run down her face.

“Gym class”, she whispers longingly. “I loved that.”

Nadia sniffles, voice giving up. “I know.”

Her smile falters. “I miss it all so much.”

Nadia’s entire body twitches with sobs. “I know. I miss you too. People ask for you a-and I don’t know what to say.”

She hasn’t told Lydia that she doesn’t hang out with their friends anymore. She can’t. Not when Lydia isn’t there. She can’t bring herself to enjoy herself as long as Lydia’s here. She hugs her sister and cries into her hair. Lydia hugs her back. They cry together, sobbing in each others arms, trying to get closer.

Lydia pulls away first, wiping her tears and her hair out of her face.

“Crying doesn’t make it better”, she mumbles and clears her throat.

Nadia stares at her with empty eyes. Lydia picks up the mug and takes a few mouthfuls.

“Can you sleep here?” she asks quietly.

JERRY

"Shot" (no name) — darling is shot and it brings back memories Jerry hates thinking about

Jerry sobs. Her body is breaking into pieces, can feel the flesh rip itself apart.

Please wake up, Y/N. Please. I can't do this.

She should have done more to protect you. She should have learned from her mistakes. She opens her left hand. A small Kuromi plush charm rests in the palm of her hand. The other hand holds onto yours tightly. The little plush stares at her with cute aggression. She wants to bury her sharp nails into its face, claw away the mocking expression.

You couldn't leave me without a little bully, could you? When you're not here to tease me, this is.

Jerry looks up at your face and feels her body goes cold once again. You look so small, so breakable. She's afraid of squeezing your hand too tightly, worried that she'll snap it in half.

HEDWIG:

"Vacatuon Huse" (yes that is the actual name it is saved as in the document) — blurb: hedeig takes darling to her vacation house, but darling has a severe case of home sickness

Hedwig breaks out in a smile, touches your face ever so carefully and kisses your lips. It’s a soft and delicate touch that only she can manage to do.

“I’m so excited”, she smiles and jumps up and down like a child. “I’ve wanted to travel with you so badly. Next time, let’s go abroad, just you and me, okay? Can’t we? Please?”

You nod. Hedwig leans against you. Your suitcases stand beside you, just as close as Hedwig wants to be with you. She’s dressed in your hoodie and sweatpants, looking like a teddy bear. Her eyes sparkle when she looks at you, looking at you as if you are the prettiest star in the world.

The train enters the platform and she takes her suitcase and gestures for you to follow her to the first class carriages. You’re sitting by a table. Hedwig has booked the entire table so that no one else will sit with you. The rest of the carriage will have people, but not the table that is exclusively yours.

Hedwig wants you to sit by the window as she takes the aisle seat. She can’t stop smiling. She leans onto your shoulder, nuzzling into you.

ALL 5 — Squid game AU

“Why are you limping?” Silas asks.

“It’s my knee”, you answer shakily. “I-I was in a car accident and it didn’t heal correctly. When i put much pressure on it, like when I run, it can give out. And, it seems like, when I’m scared, it functions even less.”

“You survived a running game.”

“That’s because you helped me. Thank you, by the way.”

It physically hurts to thank a person like him. Silas smiles and pats your back.

“I think it’s good to have someone in here that you can depend on”, he says.

“So you won’t stab me in the back to win?” you ask.

“Geez, what kind of shit have you imagined? You stereotype me without even knowing more than my name. I just saved you from getting killed. I could have pushed you, and with your weak knee, you would be one of those lying out there by now. But I didn’t, because I’m not a dickhead.”

[celestialprincesse]

💕♤

Simon Riley, who you meet at the casino after a long night with a bad date, and you can't help but fixate on his clearly expensive suit clad back as he thumbs methodically through his cards at the poker table.

Simon Riley who doesn't dare stare back at you in your trance for fear of frightening you away like a startled doe. But hell if he doesn't love the way your eyelashes flutter slightly and your breathing becomes a little staccato.

When he catches your stare, you startle, torn between making a run for it and actually allowing yourself to live a little. When he beckons you over with an inviting tilt of his head, you decide the latter. Simon Riley plays at the high tables with the people who don't have to worry whether they win or lose, but unlike many of his cohorts, Simon does not drip with ostentatious wealth or ugly, monogrammed name brands.

"You play?" He hums to you, and his voice makes you squirm. His words feel sultry, seductive, like the bass which trembles through your feet at a club, despite his lack of technically seductive language. Your head shakes subtly as you angle him a wide eyed stare that definitely isn't meant to seem as erotic as it does - but when you gaze up at him with such reverence, he can't help but feel drawn to you.

When he asks if you'd like to, and you again deny him through fear of blowing all his cash due to your immense lack of a poker face, he guides you to sit with him anyways, at first on the edge of his chair, but after a few complimentary Martinis, on his lap. Most of the men at the table lech at you and your slippery, satiny dress like you're some high class whore invited to the table for their entertainment, but for Simon, you feel like luck on legs - pure class. He'd be lying if he said that he wouldn't like to take you back to his room and see tears filling those obscenely pretty eyes whilst you whimper around his cock, but he'd never act on it. Not when you look so nervous just sitting there on the sinewy muscle of his suited thigh. He can't say the same for some of the men he plays with.

He's careful to indicate that he's into you whilst not making you uncomfortable. A brush of his knuckles against the curve where your ribs meet your waist or a twist of his fingers around a stray lock of hair tells you enough without making you feel flighty - and when he offers to walk you back to your room in the early hours of the morning, he doesn't barge his way into your simple, impersonal hotel room, he simply leaves you with his suit jacket slung over your shoulders, phone number in the pocket and a promising kiss to the cheek.

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I wanted this to be a oneshot but now I have casino series brainworms ᥫ᭡

[crunchystarz]

"Different"

Malleus Draconia x GN! Reader

Summary: Ramshackle's perfect seems to catch Malleus's eye but he can't seem to place his finger on why exactly they're so special.

Cw- reader is yuu, Malleus is obvious to his own feelings,Fluff , oneshot

Word count: 984

A/N: again my reqs and asks are open so if you enjoy my work don't be afraid to flood my inbox (I need the ideasヾ⁠(⁠*⁠’⁠Ｏ⁠’⁠*⁠)⁠/)

Malleus really couldn't understand what about you drew him in. He just couldn't think of a logical answer for why you'd occupy his thoughts even if you weren't even there. Or why he got so eager whenever it was time for the class you two shared.

You were different. You didn't try to avoid him like the plague. You never went out of your way to be overly formal with him. You were well. You.

You acted like he was just any other student, not caring of his title and reputation. You'd actually go out of your way to talk to him.

You never wanted anything out of him, just his time, nothing more. It made him happy. That you would be the one to seek him out. The dragon felt like you were a real friend.

Yet that still wasn't enough for the fae. Malleus still didn't understand why you were just so special enough for him to react to you so differently from everyone else.

He didn't know why his face would burn whenever you'd comment on his magic, or when you'd compliment him on the smallest of things.

He tried to chalk it up to him being happy that you actually liked those things and not just saying it to butter him up but that couldn't be the case.

Because soon he started seeking out your praise as well as wanting to impress you. Doing things extra whenever you were watching just for the chance you'd notice(and admittedly compliment him).

Malleus also couldn't understand why his heart would beat so incredibly fast when you'd smile. Whenever you'd smile it was like a ray of sunshine he could bathe in.

He absolutely loved it. He just couldn't understand why. Wh-

"Mal?" You spoke, looking up at the taller figure. You looked concerned before smiling at his startled expression.

"You were so out of it" You couldn't help but giggle. Your laugh was like heavenly music to his ears. The housewarden cleared his throat

"Sorry about that dear [Name], I was just... thinking" The raven hair finally responded. He tried to calm the way his heart raced when you called out to him.

“Are you sure you're good ? you're all red in the face, I hope you're not sick or anything” you said now a bit concerned. It was just like you to pick up on the blush that was now spreading across his face and ears like a wildfire.

Your eyes narrowed playfully, your grin widening. “So what were you thinking about then, you were so out of it you didn't even comment on my story on how cute grim was actually earlier!”

"I... I’m fine," Malleus finally managed, though his voice came out softer than he intended. Clearing his throat once again, he tried to regain some semblance of composure, though his heart pounded furiously against his chest like crazy.

He opened his mouth to answer, but his mind betrayed him. He wasn’t thinking about anything in particular—just you. The way your smile lit up your entire face, the way you spoke to him like he wasn’t someone to be feared or avoided but just... Malleus. Any other student.

"Reflecting," he said at last, though the word felt hollow compared to the complete truth. "On various matters.

You didn’t seem convinced, and the way your lips curled into a knowing smirk made his pulse quicken.

You placed your hands on your hips. “Oh really” you quizzed dramatically raising an eyebrow.

"I-I assure you, [Name], I was merely lost in thought nothing more" he stammered, trying so hard to seem unbothered . But his voice faltered, betraying his calm facade.

"Lost in thought, huh?" you mused, leaning forward a bit, your gaze softening slightly at how flustered Malleus had become.

"I’m sure there’s more to it than that. You always seem so... distracted whenever I talk to you. It’s honestly really cute."

"C-Cute?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t... think I would describe myself as such."

The compliment struck him harder than he liked to admit. His face flushed an even deeper shade of red, and he hastily looked away, it was hard to try and stop the smile tugging at his lips.

It was quite the sight to see.

"Well you don't have to think so," you replied with a wink, your teasing tone shifting into something more genuine ."But “ you continued, moving out of the raven hair’s space a bit.

“I do think it suits you, Mal."

Malleus’ heart thudded loudly in his chest as your words hit him like a truck. He loved any form of praise from you but for the fae this was too much.

His mind was reeling, the words spinning in his head as they tried to make sense of the feelings coursing through him. You thought he was cute. You thought he, Malleus Draconia—was cute. It was something he had never considered before, and yet here you were, saying it so casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Well ..thank you child of man” The housewarden mumbled just enough for you to hear. You smiled and nodded at him.

He really couldn't understand why he felt this way about you. What made this human so special? He couldn't understand, perhaps he'd maybe end up asking Lilia about it.

“Well I should head back to my dorm before Grim manages to rip it to shreds…more than it already is” You chuckled at your own comment.

“Yes it is getting rather late into the afternoon… I suppose this is goodbye for now “ He spoke. It always pained him when you eventually had to part ways.

“Good night Mal!” You waved him goodbye before walking off Into the direction of ramshackle dorm.

“Goodnight…”

Malleus didn't understand his feelings. But he did understand one thing. He didn't want the feeling to ever go away.

MASTERLIST

[lizzy06]

Togata Mirio x Reader Fics Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

One in Lemillion✨✨ by Tiny_Breegull (fluff, smut, high school(?do we put this tag in an anime on high school)) It was no secret to yourself that you had feelings for the one boy in class that barely knew anything about you. But that might not necessarily be the case; after all, Mirio has a habit of dropping in on you when you least expected it. [COMPLETED]

Lemillion to One✨✨ by Tiny_Breegull (fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut)Navigating through high school with a quirk was difficult enough, but things changed for Mirio Toogata after Eri's rescue. Between finding a new direction for his future and working his way through adolescence, things aren't always going to be easy for the ambitious blonde. Still, at least he has you to share the ride with him. [COMPLETED]

I Guess It's Fate ✨by HereticDawn(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) Soulmate AU where the reader's soul mark is a rather embarrassing phrase and she kind of hates him.[COMPLETED]

Just Leave it to Me by weabooweedwitch(oneshot, reader is insecure, fluff) Mirio is none too happy to find out just why you might have rejected his heartfelt confession. Or at least, why he THINKS you rejected him… [COMPLETED]

Place Your Bets!✨ by Amethyst (escapismislife)(oneshot, fluff, humor)Mirio is crushing hard on this girl from another class. The usually confident boy seems at a loss on how to woo her. But hey, he's trying his best![COMPLETED]

Weird by @bnhascribbles (oneshot, fluff)Mirio is a very passionate person—what he loves, he smothers because…well, love.[COMPLETED]

 Big 3 Slumber Party✨ by @writing-freak(oneshot, fluff) a sleepover with the big three leads to some truth or dare confessions you may or may not be ready to share about your best friend.[COMPLETED]

Smiles of Sunshine by @writing-freak (oneshot, fluff)a first date scenario in which Mirio is determined to break you out of your shy, bashful, and slow-to-smile shell.[COMPLETED]

Soulmate AU Mirio w/ First Words AU hcs by @writing-freak (oneshot, fluff, soulmate au) first words au in which Mirio has “OH MY GOSH PUT SOME CLOTHES ON” on his wrist and you have “I am so sorry I did not mean to flash you” on yours. [COMPLETED]

Falling for You by @writing-freak(oneshot, fluff) awkward, embarrassed, pining over here where you are absolutely determined not to fall in front of your crush.[COMPLETED]

Mistletoe Meltdown by Gavorche_san (oneshot, crush, pinning)The Mistletoe Meltdown is where UA students meet at midnight under the belltower and bestow a big smacker on their crush. Mirio declares that he is going. Put two and two together.[COMPLETED]

Embarrassing Encounters✨ by PinkAnon (RedRedRover) (oneshot, accidentally caught you in the act?, smut) If Mirio Togata was bad at one thing (besides keeping his clothes on for any extended period of time), it was remembering to respect people’s privacy.[COMPLETED] Getting Even by PinkAnon (RedRedRover) (oneshot, humor, smut) Pt.2 of Embarrassing Encounter where mirio wants to get even for walking in on you.[COMPLETED]

Standing in the Sun by Magicow12 (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff, smut) Why was your Soul Mark so dumb?[COMPLETED]

Sunshine by EmpressAngel (oneshot, smut)Living in the dorms, it was only a matter of time before your boyfriend walked in on you at the wrong moment.[COMPLETED]

My Little Star by TheSilentSiern (oneshot, idiots in love, not actually unrequited love, humor, fluff)Welcome to the unrequited love train. Current passenger: You! All aboard![COMPLETED]

[nemisuki]

𐔌 ✧.* ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || When stumbling across his crying classmate during field day, he knows how to cheer her up!

᧔o᧓ || izuku midoriya x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, minor angst, preschool au, kid izuku and reader, inko mentioned, green flag midoriya family, wholesome oneshot, read to cure ur depressive family issues, 757 word count

"Y/N? Why are you crying?!"

The green haired toddler anxiously looks at his classmate with concern – his gaze zeroing in on the stray tears dripping down her cheeks – as she continues to cry nonstop.

When she doesn't respond, Izuku's mind scrambles to find a way to calm y/n down.

That's when an idea popped into his head.

His small hand gently pats her head, combing her locks of hair in hopes to soothe her heightened emotions – which seems to work as her hiccups lessened – her teary gaze meeting his, puffy eyes and all.

"W-what are... you doing 'zuku?"

The boy shyly smiles, continuing to calm her nerves.

"My mommy does this when I'm sad and it works! so maybe i can help you too."

She reluctantly leans into his touch, seeking much needed comfort as he starts humming a soft lullaby – a song his mother often sang to him whenever he was upset – making y/n's sniffles fade out until there were no tears left.

The sound of cheering parents and kids surround the duo as they sit on the plush grass of the rented out park. All their other classmates roam around to indulge in the festivities surrounding field day.

An event held once a year for the students to have fun – such as relay races, funny competitions and earning class prizes – majority of the children, accompanied by parents to let loose.

But some kids just aren't so lucky.

"my mommy and daddy didn't come..."

Izuku's eyes widened at her words, it's obvious now why she was sitting on the sidelines instead of participating – the look of longing in her eyes as she stared at the other families – everyone else having fun instead of her.

She didn't have anyone to play with.

A look of determination suddenly moved him to take her hand – much to her surprise – helping her up and leading them both towards someone who could help.

"Izu where are we going?!"

Y/N could only follow reluctantly as they approached a woman, the little girl's pupils dilating as she saw the striking resemblance – emerald green hair and eyes – a kind expression on her face.

The boy gently lets go of y/n – with a flushed face as he realizes how bold he just was – giving the girl a small panicked apology, before tapping his moms leg.

She turns and looks down – her face softening immediately at izuku – before curiously meeting y/n's gaze.

Unsure of how to act, the girl shyly hides behind the boy, poking her head out to give the woman a small bow.

The sight has Inko absolutely star struck.

"I-Izuku?! Who is this?! Don't tell me she's your g-g-girlfriend?!"

Seeing his mom nearly foam at the mouth from her insane assumptions made Izuku blush bright red, dismissively waving his hands around as they both panicked for different reasons.

Oh that's his mom alright.

"Ah my baby is growing up so fast!"

"Mom?! y/n isn't my g-girlfriend!"

Inko looks back and forth between the little duo before her gaze falls onto y/n's puffy eyes, immediately forgetting everything else and instinctively going into momma bear mode.

"Oh- what happened honey?!"

Seeing y/n hesitant to talk, he speaks on her behalf with a hopeful expression.

"y/n's parents couldn't make it so... can she play with us? please mom?"

The woman's eyes widened, looking at the timid girl with sympathy and understanding, a gentle smile on her face.

One that has y/n looking in awe.

"Why of course she can! Now which game would you like to play, hm?"

Inko crouches down in front of them – the welcoming look in her eyes making the girl less tense – though she still looks at izuku for reassurance.

"Is it... really okay Izu?"

He smiles brightly, nodding and giving her another head pat – while his mom secretly squeals at the cuteness overload – replying enthusiastically.

"Mhm! We can share my mommy!"

And for the first time today, y/n practically beams with joy – already going back to her usual self – as the trio walks around, winning toys left and right.

The shine in her eyes returned because of one boy's act of kindness.

Although, little y/n was oblivious to the heart attack she nearly caused him – a very midoriya family reaction – when she gave him a tight hug after he won her a teddy bear.

His mom giggled to herself as she snapped a picture.

A photograph that will remain on his bedside table for many years to come.

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ᴀ/ɴ ||| very simple deku fic but i wrote this bc i love inko so much, one of the best anime moms in general! wished we got more scenes of those two, bby deku has my heart *sobs* ɴᴇxᴛ ꜰɪᴄ ||| knight bakugo x princess f!reader (fluff) ᴛᴀɢꜱ ||| @leleyro

[bimbodolllll]

may a request Mitsuya x reader where she is his girlfriend but he didn't tell Toman about her and his friends just suspect that he has one and basically they are secretly watching him and trying to guess who the girl is with whom they saw him

۶ৎ Guess Who.

۶ৎ auth: 3/3, how you enjoy <3

۶ৎ Summary: He been acting different, his friends are getting suspicious and assuming he’s dating someone and now they determined to find out who you are.

۶ৎ: oneshot | female reader

۶ৎ Characters Included: Mitsuya Takashi

Toman was known for handling gang wars, throwing hands, and protecting their own. But when it came to Takashi Mitsuya’s love life?

They were absolutely useless.

It all started with a whisper.

“Oi, Chifuyu.”

Chifuyu glanced up from his drink, only to be met with Baji’s mischievous smirk. They were lounging around after school, killing time before another Toman meeting.

“Hmm?”

“Have you noticed… Mitsuya’s been acting weird lately?” Baji leaned in, his tone dripping with suspicion.

Chifuyu blinked, looking over at Mitsuya, who was sitting across from them, casually scrolling through his phone. Nothing about him seemed out of the ordinary—calm, collected, and cool as always.

“Weird how?”

“He’s been smiling more.”

Chifuyu raised a brow. “And that’s… bad?”

“Not that kind of smile,” Baji whispered dramatically, leaning closer like he was about to share classified information. “It’s a different smile. Like… a girl smile.”

Chifuyu’s eyes narrowed as he glanced back at Mitsuya, watching as his fingers typed out something on his phone, a small—barely noticeable—grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

“…He’s right,” Draken muttered from the side, crossing his arms as he joined the conversation. “I caught him sneaking out after our last meeting. And when I asked where he was going…” Draken’s eyes darkened.

“What did he say?” Chifuyu whispered, leaning in as if they were plotting a heist.

Draken’s face was unreadable. “Home.”

“Home?” Chifuyu echoed, blinking.

“Home?” Baji’s jaw dropped. “Bro… Mitsuya never lies. But he’s been going somewhere. And I know damn well he wasn’t going home.”

“Exactly.” Draken nodded.

Silence fell over them as they processed this earth-shattering revelation.

“…Mitsuya’s got a girl,” Baji declared, eyes wide with realization.

“Wait, wait, wait…” Chifuyu’s voice was barely above a whisper. “You’re telling me Mitsuya… Takashi Mitsuya… has a girlfriend and didn’t tell any of us?”

“Tch.” Draken clicked his tongue. “If he’s hiding her… it’s serious.”

“Which means…” Baji’s grin returned, more devious than ever. “We gotta find out who she is.”

—

Phase One: Surveillance—as Baji called it.

The next few days were filled with chaos.

“Okay, okay, okay!” Baji whispered harshly, ducking behind a tree as Mitsuya walked out of class. “He’s on the move.”

“Why are we whispering?” Chifuyu hissed, crouching beside him.

“Because it’s a stealth mission, duh.”

“Will you two shut up?” Draken muttered, standing behind them with his arms crossed. “We look like idiots.”

But the moment Mitsuya turned the corner, the three of them silently followed—keeping a “safe” distance but staying close enough to watch his every move.

It didn’t take long for Mitsuya to run into someone—a girl.

“Target acquired,” Baji whispered dramatically.

“Is that her?” Chifuyu squinted, trying to get a better look.

The girl was cute—short hair, bright smile, and she seemed to be talking animatedly about something. Mitsuya looked… interested, but his expression remained neutral.

“Maybe…” Draken murmured, watching closely.

But then—

Mitsuya bowed politely, waved, and walked away.

“Nope.” Baji groaned, smacking his forehead. “False alarm.”

“Damn,” Chifuyu sighed.

—

Phase Two: Process of Elimination

“Okay, so it’s not the girl from class 3-A,” Chifuyu muttered, crossing her off the list.

“Or the girl from the sewing club,” Baji added.

“Not that one chick who asked him for notes, either,” Draken murmured.

They had been at this for days. And despite their best efforts, they were getting nowhere. Every time they thought they had figured it out, Mitsuya would deny it with a straight face.

“Who, her?” Mitsuya had blinked, confused. “Nah. We were just talking about fabrics.”

“Her?” He tilted his head. “She needed help with her homework.”

“Eh? No.” He laughed softly. “I don’t even know her name.”

They were going crazy.

“Maybe… maybe he doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Chifuyu said one afternoon, his tone almost defeated.

“He does,” Baji insisted. “I feel it in my bones.”

“Then why hasn’t he told us?”

“Because,” Draken muttered, his eyes narrowing, “he doesn’t want us to mess it up.”

They all paused.

“…That’s fair,” Baji admitted.

“Very fair,” Chifuyu nodded.

—

Phase Three: Accidental Discovery

They had given up.

After weeks of failed attempts, they decided it wasn’t worth the headache. If Mitsuya wanted to keep it a secret, fine. Let him be.

But fate had other plans.

It happened after a Toman meeting one afternoon. Mitsuya had left early, as usual, giving his usual “gotta take care of my sisters” excuse. Nothing suspicious.

But as they were walking down the street, they spotted him.

And he wasn’t alone.

Mitsuya was walking beside her. And this time…

There was no denying it.

She was laughing softly, her hand brushing lightly against his as they walked, and Mitsuya—their Mitsuya—was looking at her with the softest expression they had ever seen.

“Holy…” Baji whispered, his jaw practically on the floor.

Chifuyu blinked. “That’s… definitely her.”

“She’s… cute,” Draken murmured, brows raised.

But it wasn’t just that.

It was the way Mitsuya looked at her—like she was the only person in the world.

“Damn,” Baji whistled lowly. “Our boy’s smitten.”

They watched as Mitsuya walked her to her door, saying something that made her giggle before she leaned up and kissed his cheek.

Mitsuya’s face turned a shade of pink none of them had ever seen before.

“He’s blushing,” Chifuyu whispered, eyes wide.

“Bro,” Baji blinked. “Mitsuya blushes?”

“Apparently.” Draken’s lips twitched, barely holding back a smirk.

As Mitsuya turned to leave, his gaze lifted slightly—only for his lavender eyes to lock onto them.

The trio froze.

Mitsuya’s eyes narrowed.

“Shit.”

“RUN!”

—

Mitsuya was pissed.

“Why were you guys following me?” he demanded, arms crossed, giving them all a look that could kill.

“We weren’t following you,” Baji lied, poorly.

“Then why were you hiding behind a vending machine?”

“…Coincidence?”

“Baji.”

“Okay, fine!” Baji threw his hands up. “We were curious!”

“Yeah,” Chifuyu muttered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “You’ve been acting… different. We just… wanted to know who she was.”

Draken, ever the reasonable one, sighed. “We just didn’t expect you to keep it from us, Mitsuya.”

Mitsuya’s expression softened slightly at that, but he still looked mildly annoyed.

“I wasn’t keeping it from you guys…” he mumbled. “I just… didn’t want you messing it up.”

“Fair,” Baji muttered.

“Very fair,” Chifuyu echoed.

“So…” Baji’s grin slowly returned, eyes glinting with mischief. “When do we meet her?”

“No.” Mitsuya’s answer was immediate.

“C’monnnn,” Baji groaned.

“No.”

“But we’re like family,” Chifuyu added.

“No.”

“You’re gonna have to introduce us eventually,” Draken said calmly, but Mitsuya could see the tiniest hint of amusement behind his words.

“Eventually.” Mitsuya stressed, rubbing his temples. “Not now.”

“Fine,” Baji smirked. “But just so you know…”

Mitsuya raised a brow. “What?”

“We’re definitely watching your back now.”

“Literally.” Chifuyu snickered.

Mitsuya groaned, but despite his frustration, he couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at his lips.

Because as annoying as they were…

They really did have his back.

Even when they were absolute idiots.

[s4nlight]

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -ONESHOT - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧︵‿︵

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DAMIAN WAYNE ROBIN

SYNOPSIS: You got dared to ignore Damian for a day.

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NOTE: This Oneshot is happening in school, you and Damian are classmates and friends.

Damian noticed your sudden change of behavior within the first hour of the day. Damian was walking down the hallway, his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets.

As he turned around the corner, you had walked straight past him, deliberately avoiding his eyes. You'd usually greet him upon spotting him.

Damian being the overthinker that he is, quickly picks up on the fact that you're avoiding him.

When lunch time rolled around, Damian found himself waiting for you to come to the lunch table, but you never showed up. he tried to ignore the feeling of disappointment swirling within him and focused on his meal.

Damian's eyes kept darting towards the cafeteria door, waiting for you to come through the crowd. But you never did.

He tried to ignore the pang of disappointment he felt inside his chest, telling himself that you were just running late or had something else to do.

But when lunch time came to an end, and there was still no sign of you.

Damian's mood had drastically darkened by the time English class rolled around. He made his way to the classroom, making a straight beeline as Damian took his seat beside yours.

His arms crossing against his chest and his stare icy cold as he waited for you to acknowledge his presence.

You couldn't help but notice the dark clouds that seemed to hover over Damian's head. The cold glare in his eyes spoke volumes, and you were fully aware that he was NOT in a good mood.

Your heart sank deeper as you cursed yourself for having to agree to participate in this stupid dare. you knew that the more you avoided him, the worse his mood became.

He looked PISSED. His usual dark and broody expression was exaggerated today, You could practically feel the coldness radiating off of him in waves.

Then the teacher started the lesson, standing at the front of the room and writing on the blackboard.

You could feel Damian's eyes on you. his gaze was burning a hole into the side of your head, but you refused to look at him, pretending to be completely engrossed in the teacher's lecture.

Damian's mind was racing, trying to figure out why you were ignoring him. The fact that you refused to look at him, even when he sat next to you, was driving him crazy.

His fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against his desk. He was used to you interacting with him in class, making quiet comments or passing notes. But today, you were completely ignoring him, acting as if he didn't even exist.

He decided to try another approach, and slowly extended his leg out, gently nudging your foot with his own.

Your eyes widened slightly as you felt a gentle nudge against your foot.

Part of you felt guilty for ignoring him, knowing that you've been acting cold towards him, but the stubborn part of you refused to back down from the dare.

Damian's heart sank as you ignored his attempt at getting your attention. he was growing more frustrated by the second, the annoyance clear in his eyes.

He couldn't understand WHY you were ignoring him. had he done something to upset you?

A slew of different thoughts filled his mind, ranging from anger to confusion and worry.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. immediately, the room erupted into chatter as students began packing their belongings and filing out of the class.

Before you could even make a move to leave, Damian's hand shot out, grabbing onto your arm firmly.

Your heart practically jumped out of your chest as you felt his strong grip on your arm, effectively stopping you from leaving.

You couldn't help but think "Oh crap, i'm screwed.. 😭"

You quickly glanced up, meeting his cold gaze and realizing there was no escaping this confrontation.

He steered you away from the crowded hallway, his hand still gripping tightly onto your arm until you both reached an empty hallway.

He pushed you against the wall, boxing you in as he leaned down and loomed over you, his gaze intense.

"Care to explain why you've been ignoring me?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to meet his intense gaze. You decided to just come clean and tell the truth before this situation escalated any further.

"I got dared by my friends to ignore you.. I'm sorry" you confessed, your voice coming out slightly sheepish.

Damian's expression softened slightly as you confessed, his grip on your arms loosening. he stared at you for a few moments, a mixture of annoyance and relief crossing his face.

"A dare? That's why you've been avoiding me all day..?" he huffed, his voice low.

He couldn't believe that you had ignored him for the whole day just because of a dare. it was both frustrating and... Kind of endearing.

He continued glaring down at you, his eyes still holding a hint of annoyance. "Do you have any idea how pissed I was when you completely ignored me?"

"I know.." you murmured, your voice quiet as you quickly added, "I'm sorry.."

You couldn't help but feel guilty as you saw the irritation in his eyes, knowing that you were the one who made him feel this way.

His gaze softened further, his expression becoming more gentle at the sincerity in your tone.

Damian's shoulders relaxed slightly, his anger slowly melting away as he heard the guilt in your voice. he knew that you had only been complying with the dare, and he couldn't stay mad at you for long.

"You're an idiot for agreeing to something so stupid" he huffed

You let out a small chuckle, a small smile tugging at your lips as you met his eyes again.

"Apology accepted?" you asked, knowing that deep down he had already forgiven you.

Damian rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance, but his face softened as he replied with a muttered, "Yeah, whatever."

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Loaf's Shadownilla (+ more!) Fic Recs

My personal favorites are marked by blue; must-reads are marked by green; other good fics (just not my jam) are marked by pink.

Shadownilla gets its own category because I am not immune to propaganda:

Blind Man's Bluff by thebiscuitlabyrinth - PLEASEEEE READ THIS. PLEASEEEE. ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASEEEEEEEEE. SHAKES MY HANDS IN THE AIR. Smilk goes back in time to before PV remembers he's PV. Healer Cookie please he's right behind you. Healer please. Turn around. A Guide to Making Friends by Poker - Nilly finds a book about courting traditions and mistakes it for a book on making friends. Beyond the Farm Gates by Plushyofcc - College AU featuring farm boy Nilla, rich kid Smilk; some hinted background relationships that can be read as /p or /r (ElderLily, BurningCheese) Jambound by Anonymous - I feel like everyone has read or at least heard of Jambound at this point, but that's for a reason; it's good. Legally obligated to include it because of this. Friends, Huh? (Yeah Right) by Treehouse_Tales - Smilk is changing for the better after meeting PV and he doesn't like it. If Looks Could Crumble by louoll - Another "Smilk lives with PV after the events of Beast Yeast 8." The Whole Universe Baked Into You by Pomfuuyu - Smilk gets hurt as the spire crumbles, gets nursed back to health by PV. No Loose Ends by TheRealSMCFan - Hitman Smilk AU. Target is PV. SMC Slowly Falls in Love by TheRealSMCFan - Semi-canon-compliant aftermath oneshots. Lovefool by I_Have_No_Life_523 - Smilk and PV end up trapped in a dimension together. It goes about as well as you'd expect. Plush Hugs and Kisses by StarrySkyShine - What it says on the tin. I love the plushie fics they're my favorite flavor of Shadownilla.

OTHER CRK FICS:

The Resolute Volition by Osamu (MysticCacao) - "Domesticating the Beasts" fic, told from the perspective of both MF and DC. Good, natural character progression. Real-feeling relationships. Sweet Bitterness by TheNarrator_ME (No Ships) - Affogato POV, meeting Cacao after he accepted apathy and is waiting to crumble. Gingersiblings' Guide to Babysitting by Kaitou_Spectre (No Ships) - Silent Salt, Burning Spice, and Shadow Milk get sealed inside Strawberry's, Ginger's, and Wizard's weapons. Shenanigans ensue. Against All Adversity by Almellow (BurningCheese) - GC and BS can talk to each other through the Soul Jam years before they ever meet. Love the Subhuman Self by J3stHoLLyY (LilyEnchant) - Listen. LISTENNNNN. WHO CAN HELP YOU HEAL BETTER THAN YOURSELF??? PLEASE GIVE ME MORE SELFCEST HEALING PLEASEEEEEE. IF THE WRITERS DON'T DELIVER I'LL DO IT MYSELF AND I CAN'T AFFORD TO FAIL MY COLLEGE CLASSES SOMEONE TAKE THE RESPONSIBILITY OFF MY HANDS. Affogato and Caramel Arrow's Get Along Shirt by FaeMytho & legendspeaker (I don't know their ship name. Uh AffoArrow) - The two get banished until they learn to work together. Funniest possible scenario, and Affogato immediately acts like a bitch about it.

If you like any of the fics listed here and want more that aren't limited to just CRK, DM me and I'll give you my Top Ten Ficlist.

If you want more CRK content specifically, I mean... I have. A White Lily RP Blog.... if you want.... yes we are shipping silentlily before salt is even out. We stay winning.

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