#and for some reason reading fics for that was off limits??

[jedusaur]

I will never let this horseshit cross my dash without reassuring my readers it is FINE to not engage and this increasingly prevalent guilt-tripping is not fucking okay. rhetorically moaning "does it hurt to leave a comment?" like there's no possible way the answer could be yes is ableist and shitty and will ALWAYS get you blocked as far as I'm concerned. this concept of some bygone sepia-toned utopian fannish community with universal engagement from readers is a complete fabrication, and if a community like that did exist it would have to be gatekept beyond all reason. there have always been lurkers in fandom, there will always be lurkers in fandom, and there is nothing wrong with lurking in fandom.

I spent my entire undiagnosed-ADHD childhood getting harangued by relatives for not being able to write thank-you notes and constantly feeling this background awful inadequacy because everyone kept telling me that not doing this super simple thing that supposedly took hardly any effort meant I didn't care about them, and I refuse to tolerate that treatment as an adult. there is no fucking cover charge for participating in fandom. reading fic without commenting is not fucking unethical. telling your friends about a fic you liked in a private conversation the author can't see is completely normal and fine. shaming people for executive function limitations is not the fucking antidote to capitalism. fuck off with this trash

I was reading this post over on the Ao3 subreddit this evening and I think it brings up a lot of good points about how fandom, as a community, has been shifting in its treatment towards fanfic writers.

Fanfic is more popular than ever, which means there are more works "competing" for the readers' attention, who take on a passive approach that treats fanworks not as a means to talk to people with similar interests, but as content, as products. [...] Gift cultures thrive not on monetary exchanges, but on the expectation that the gifts freely given will be returned in an unspecified future through emotional and relational means. This used to set fandom apart, but it's slowly being absorbed into the mainstream way capitalism operates. Where does that leave us?

And it's demotivating to see the responses authors get when expressing their grievances with this state of affairs, or how they feel underappreciated. Being called entitled, told to write for themselves, or to promote their work as if writing and posting isn't enough. I write for myself, I post for the community. There are things I want to say about the source material and characters, and I do through storytelling. And I'm grateful about each of the comments I got, no matter how short. It's just that it doesn't feel like there's a community out there when no one talks back. Writers aren't just expected to write, but to do it for the "right reasons", and to also be as pleasant about it as possible, lest they'll be criticized by more people than the amount that's offering them support.

I've seen posts going around on tumblr that have approached this topic as well--that fanworks (particularly fanfic) should be created from the perspective of a perfect vessel that can pour, pour, pour out and never needs to be poured into. You should do it for the "right reasons" and not complain because "no one owes you interaction". But what is fandom if not interaction?

Writing fanfic is one of the most time-consuming labors of love that makes up a fandom. (That's not to say other fanworks aren't labors, time-consuming, or made with love. We're talking about fanfic). Your 300k+ enemies to lovers slowburn porn-with-plot fic that has reshaped the entire way you approach a specific pairing or media has been made with time, effort, for free, with the intention to be shared with you.

And in the state of current fandom, it has been made with the expectation to receive nothing back. Is that fair? Maybe. Silent readers exist and a kudos on Ao3 is at least an acknowledgment that some people read and enjoyed. But does it hurt to leave a comment? Even a heart emoji or an "I loved this, thank you for sharing!" is enough to at least start a dialogue, a conversation, form a connection.

That's not even to mention the isolation of fandom interactions to private Discords; time after time I've heard from fanfic authors who found out that there have been discord servers or twitter groupchats where their fanfic has been discussed, loved, and lauded at length--but never once was the author told this! Ao3 has comments for a reason. Many authors link their tumblr profiles or emails in their bio for people to reach out to them.

It's just a sorry state to see it go.

[aquasoftware]

ARE EXES OFF LIMITS???

FT | Satoru G. X F!Reader.

Desc | You swore to everything, you hated your bestfriend’s ex for how he fucked her over ➜ so how’d you end up getting eaten out by him, especially at her birthday party too?

Cw | (N)sfw proceed with caution Reader is lowkey a terrible friend, semi public, oral (f! Receiving), praise, dirty talk, overstim, etc.

WC ➜ 990 ➜ ML

5 min read | Fic type: Drabble.

You were already pissed about having to be here, the music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and everyone was in a good mood—except for you.

Because he was here.

Satoru Gojo, your best friend’s ex. Although the break up was messy, they still managed to end on good terms. Agreeing to move a level down as just friends instead. It did work out better that way, but you “weren’t” having it, continuing your one sided beef with him.

And now, here she was imploring for you two to be civil for at least twenty four hours.

“Come on, guys, it’s my birthday just pretend you don’t wanna kill each other for one night.”

At least the two of you both eventually kept your promise because there was nowhere else to sit. Every empty space in the venue was extremely packed. Wishing you grabbed a seat earlier you awkwardly stood up, eyes darting around, fiddling with your sleeves while everyone else had drinks or food in their hand, seated, deep in conversation.

Luckily for you it didn’t go unnoticed by Satoru, his fingers snatched your waist pulling you into his lap. 

His grip felt too casual, almost too welcoming especially for him to be your friend’s ex making your entire body stiffen for a moment.

“Satoru, what the hell?” You shrieked, but for some reason you didn’t immediately move, even though the opportunity was slammed right in your face.

“What’s the matter, sweet cheeks? I’m just helping you out.” He mischievously grinned, feigning innocence as he wrapped his muscular forearms around you tighter. “Your legs looked like they were about to go limp any second.” Satoru added on—his hot teasing breath fanning against your neck, causing you to shiver.

“Whatever Satoru, just don’t get any ‘bright’ ideas.” You wiggled your fingers into air quotes, failing to argue back with him.

Nervously looking for the birthday girl, unsure of how exactly she’d react to this situation.

“Mhmm.” Was all he mustered up, letting you have your little moment, because minutes later you were fidgeting in his lap.

Your heartbeat boomed louder than thunder, feeling his other hand squish the fat of your warm thigh that was hardly covered by your skin-tight dress.

Only making your core heavily throb, squirming further.

His lips brushed against your ear, voice low enough just so you could hear “You seem to be enjoying yourself,” He referenced how turned on you were right now. Needy pussy practically begging to be caressed, willing to take anything. 

His hard-on pressed underneath your panties, rubbing softly on your clit.

Forcing a gasp out of you, slapping a hand to your mouth swiftly. You turned your head slightly “Satoru, don't fucking test me right now.” warning him, which he couldn’t take seriously.

Until, you yanked his hand dragging him to the nearest bathroom.

Fuck, you shouldn’t be doing this.

But ever since your homegirl would brag on and on about how good the sex was? Curiosity haunted you, and now—now you were about to find out why she couldn’t stop coming back for more.

Here you were, facing him, backless dress taking in the frigid sink surface. One leg thrown over his broad shoulder, his strong hands gripping your thighs as if he’d been waiting for this moment.

His face was buried deep in your cunt, his tongue lapping at your swollen clit with slow, deliberate strokes. You could feel him smirking against you every time your thighs trembled, every time you tried and failed to keep your loud filthy moans in check.

“God, you’re soaking,” he groaned, pulling back just enough to admire the way your slick coated his lips. “You sure you hate me, sweetheart? ’Cause this pussy’s telling me something way different.” Satoru sing-songed, swearing if he wasn’t slurping you up so good, you’d do a better job at countering back.

Your hands curled into his white hair, tugging harshly in retaliation. “Shut up and—ahh—fuck, fuck, fuck…” you whined as he sucked your clit into his mouth, the sharp pleasure making your hips jerk forward against his face.

“Hmm?” he hummed, sending vibrations up your spine, his tongue working slow, lazy circles over your sensitive bud. “That’s what I thought.”

He flattened his tongue, dragging it up through your folds, drinking you in. But you couldn’t take it—couldn’t handle the teasing, not when you were already this worked up.

“Satoru,” you mewled, rolling your hips to meet his tongue. “Don’t fucking tease.”

“Shit, you’re so needy.” His voice was thick with amusement, yet his fingers dug into your thighs like he needed to keep you right there, needed to feel you rut against his face like a desperate little thing.

You didn’t get a chance to reply because suddenly, he plunged his tongue deep into you, groaning at the way you clenched around him.

“Satoru—oh my god…”

That cocky bastard whimpered, grinding his face deeper between your legs, sucking, licking, fucking you with his tongue until all you could do was grab onto his hair and take it.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his fingers moving to rub your clit while his wide tongue worked better than any toy you had. “Make a mess all over me.”

Your thighs squeezed around his head, your whole body shaking as your orgasm slammed into you like a tidal wave.

Satoru didn’t let up—he kept licking you through it, drinking in every last drop, his arms locking around your thighs to keep you from running away.

You were still gasping for air when he finally pulled back, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk. Unable to help but feed his skyrocketing ego even more when you pleaded for more. And he fed your needy pussy with multiple rounds until you had to tap out.

The guilt didn’t catch up to you until later though, when you suspiciously asked your best friend out of nowhere “Is it weird fuck a friend’s ex?”

➜ML

➜ A reblog, like, or comment is highly appreciated!!

[lqveharrington]

For Better or Worse | C.S.

summary: Coriolanus was never the same after he came back from District 12. All he saw was power and fame.

pairing: President!Coriolanus Snow x First Lady!reader

includes: BABY SNOWWW aka Elizabeth Snow, manipulation, fluff, comfort, angst, death, guns, blood, trauma, coryo is kinda misogynistic, lying, Lucy Gray makes an appearance, (tell me if I forgot anything!)

a/n: love me some coryo fics :)

You’ve known Coriolanus Snow for as long as you’ve lived. You were there when he was at rock bottom and—somehow—you were by his side when he rose to power and fame. His sudden rise to politician to president wasn't at all shocking to anyone in the Capitol. Especially when he "rightfully" won the Hunger Games.

The second he was inducted as the President of Panem, you became his First Lady. It was expected of you by your past peers and inner circles. You dated him in while attending Academy and there were records of you and Coriolanus sending and receiving letters from one another while he was stationed in District 12.

But when Coriolanus came back from the Districts, he was different. You weren't exactly sure if he changed for the better, but it definitely came with its own challenges. His ideals and principles switched like a magnet. Those ideas that used to uphold his promises and quiet words to you were now vowed to the entire country. Your opinions no longer mattered to him—just the image of a loving wife doting on his every move.

Eventually, you changed.

Half your heart belonged to the boy Coriolanus once was while the other half belonged solely to you daughter—Elizabeth Snow. The second you learned you were pregnant, you practically begged the universe to bless you with a healthy child. Luckily, she came out absolutely perfect. She was an absolute rose.

Coriolanus loved his daughter more than anything Panem could offer, but his idea of being the best reined over his love. He was constantly away at business meetings rather than tending to his daughter—sending you or nurses to tend to Elizabeth rather than face the music himself.

He wanted—no, needed—a perfect family. He made sure to adorn the both of you in the best materials whenever presented to the public, even if you made quiet complaints about it being too much for you daughter. He made sure his daughter would be as smart as you, never him. No one should be as smart as Coriolanus Snow. Besides, you were tied with him for Valedictorian long ago.

If all his demands were pushing his family to their limits, so be it. Coriolanus demanded perfection—no matter what.

Despite all of his requirements to be absolutely perfect, you and Elizabeth found time to just relax with no expectations. Just you and her away from press and public images your husband set up for the both of you.

“Liza, what are you doing?”

You and Elizabeth were in the backyard of the Presidential Manor, although it was like a mini sanctuary if you were to describe it. There was a gorgeous pond in the middle with an entire forest encapsulating the entire backyard. There were rows and rows of flowers—mainly roses—and a greenhouse designated for fruits and vegetables you and Elizabeth would pick from time to time. It was your heaven away from the mess Coriolanus made, but you would never admit that willingly.

“Watching the swans, mama. They’re making funny patterns.” Elizabeth pointed out before beaming brightly when she saw you shut your art journal and approach where she stood, her platinum blonde curls bouncing with her every move.

“And why is that?” You hummed and dusted your charcoaled hands off, careful not to touch her precious clothing or stain her beautiful face with any idiotic movements.

“Well, it means a lot of different things.” She tilted her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut, doing her best to remember everything she's read about swans. “The most common reasons are for establishing territories or displaying affection.”

You hum and look out toward the two swans, “What do you suppose those two are doing?”

“Neither.” Elizabeth opened her eyes again and shifted her gaze toward the swans, pointing toward the bigger one. “See how the male swan is fluffing his feathers and sticking his neck high? He’s showing off his dominance to the female.”

To be honest, you were quite stunned your daughter knew so much about nature. This wasn't the first time she was able to explain events within living organisms. You knew she read loads, but you didn't think she would ever remember all of the information. Especially since she was merely seven.

“Where did you learn this?” You ask as you lead her back toward the manor, your journal in hand.

“The books papa has stored in the library.” She stepped on the stone path like the grass was lava, using her arms to balance herself. She spun around once she passed the stones, running around the willow tree until you caught up. “Miss Beth lets me read them when papa brings you on business trips at the Districts or when you leave for parties.”

You hold back your laughter at her actions and look around before beckoning her over, whispering in her ear—yet her giggles infect you. “Perhaps I’ll speak to your papa about getting you a miniature library in your room.”

“Really?” She grabbed your arm with wide eyes, practically jumping from excitement. Elizabeth squealed when you nodded—pulling you closer and closer to the manor. Now that you mentioned a miniature library just for her, she would do anything to make the process faster.

“You seem to like reading as much as I do.” You start to clarify as you let her lead you to the back porch, leaning down to whisper in her ear once more. “Besides, it’ll be an excuse for papa to buy even more books.”

Elizabeth squealed once more and tugged you even harder to follow her, your laughter and hers ringing out in the backyard. You loved moments where you and your daughter could just exist in a world without constraints. She was a light in your dark and shrouded world—if anything ever happened to her, you swore you would become the exact person the Capitolites expected you to be.

Just as ruthless and unforgiving as your husband.

“Where are you two off in such a hurry?” Coriolanus appeared in front of the both of you, eyebrow raised in minimal interest.

Speak of the devil himself.

Of course, he wore his pristine—blood-red—suit with a white rose pinned to the jacket's lapel and a white ribbon looped in the hole of his pants. The ribbon was stolen from you the day of your wedding and he chose to wear it everyday to show everyone who belonged to him. It was one of his many prized possessions in life.

“Coming to find you, papa.” Elizabeth left your side and moved to her father's—allowing him to pick her up in his arms. She pushed a stray hair away from his face, earning a half-hearted smile from him.

“Is that so?” He shifted her weight into one of his arms, locking his gaze to your “messy” appearance.

In his eyes, you looked terrible. The curls in your hair were flat; your hands were covered in charcoal; your dress was wrinkled; and it was clear to him you were running from the way your chest rose and fell. It was unacceptable for you to run. People ran for the First Lady—not the other way around.

Rather than dwelling on your husband’s scrutiny, you casted your gaze toward your daughter—who looked like she was ready to explode in excitement if you didn’t say anything. “I have a request on Liza’s behalf.”

“And what does Elizabeth want?” Coriolanus spoke in a sure tone, using his daughter’s full first name. He never understood the need to shorten her name—her name was pure class and power. She was the daughter of the President after all.

“A mini library in my room!” She clasped her hands together and spoke dreamily, eyes filled with stars and fireworks. “I want to fill it with all the books in the world.”

“I see.” He fixed the collar of her dress before tilting his head to the side, catching your eyes for a split second. Coriolanus saw your face soften as Elizabeth’s silent begging, therefore giving him the answer to his daughter’s request. “That can be arranged.”

Elizabeth grinned so wide that it looked like her cheeks began to hurt. She moved to kiss her father’s cheek, words of gratitude spilling from her lips until she couldn’t breathe.

For a moment, you swore you saw the person your husband used to be. You saw the boy who would do anything to make his family happy, even if it cost him more than what he could give. Yet the moment was fleeting as he set Elizabeth down and sent her off to her governess—who was waiting by the double doors of the back porch.

“What is it?” You ask quietly as he guided you away from any prying ears, leading you toward the bed of roses and small fountain by the left side of the backyard.

Coriolanus subtly gestured toward where the governess last stood, adjusting the cuffs of his suit in a composed manner. “She’s not filling her head with fairytales and nonsense, is she?”

“Absolutely not, Coriolanus.” You walk beside him and tuck your hands behind your back—watching every step you took on the cracked path of stones. “She’s been taught all her mathematics and history. When she has the time, Liza does her own reading.”

He hummed and nodded his chin toward the journal behind your back, “Is her portfolio as diverse as yours?”

“She’s learning new mediums every week.” You answer and look up at him—his piercing blue eyes boring into your eyes.

“What have you been up to?” He asked—snapping a rose from it's place and placing it delicately behind your ear, his eyes lingering on the earrings your adorned. Coriolanus had bought them for you mere days ago and expected you to wear them until he bought you a new pair.

“Taking note of everything in our backyard starting with the pond.” You say calmly and back away from his touch—instead—observing the swans and plants that you were drawing earlier. When you felt a burning stare in the back of your head, you continued to speak, hoping to please and ease his mind. “Peacekeepers were at a distance and surveyed the area before we came out.”

“Good.” Coriolanus replied in a curt tone and began to follow you once more, his mind going over a check list he conjured up earlier that day. “We have a conference with the mayors of each District at five.”

“It’s not the end of the quarter yet.” You curl your fingers tighter around your journal—your lips tugging down into a frown at the thought of another rebellion happening in your lifetime.

“They demand to push back the Hunger Games.” His own lips pursing together into annoyance. Who were they to tell him to push back such a crucial event that ever existed in Panem?

“How foul.” You respond accordingly and face him—having already made a short loop around the rose garden. “Of course you won’t agree.”

“Of course not.” He pushed a stray piece of hair away from your face—something Elizabeth learned from him after years of observing her parents. “They don’t have the power—“

BANG!

A loud, clear shot rings out of the Presidential Manor, your eyes widening at the sudden sound. Your grip on your journal tightens as peacekeepers begin to surround you and Coriolanus, your mind instantly wandering to your daughter's safety. You clutch Coriolanus' arm and look into the double doors leading into the manor—every sound muffling the second he begins directing the peacekeepers.

All you could hear was the blood rushing in your body—your heart pumping faster and faster. Your breathing was labored, each second that passed felt like an eternity until you saw the familiar curls rushing out of the house with her personal peacekeeper close behind. You pushed through the wall of peacekeepers surrounding you and instantly dropped to your knees, catching your daughter in your arms.

“Liza.” You breathed and held her closely, feeling for her pulse anywhere you could reach.

She was alive and well. She was alive.

“Mama,” She said shakily and buried her head into your neck, tears streaming from her eyes at the death she witnessed. She would never dare speak about the moment again and she swore her entire life on it. “Mama, Miss B-Beth—“

“You’re okay, I’m here with you.” You rub her back and wipe the tears from her face, your own voice shaky when you look up at your husband who looked like he was about to murder someone. “Coriolanus—“

“Already on it.” He replied coolly and took purposeful strides toward the back doors of the manor—peacekeepers to his left and right.

A peacekeeper from inside came out of the manor and saluted him before gesturing to the following group of peacekeepers behind him. “Sir, we found the intruder and murderer of the governess.”

Coriolanus' gaze hardened at the sight of an old acquaintance, his breath catching momentarily until he heard a quiet sob from his daughter—snapping him back to reality.

“Lucy Gray Baird.” Coriolanus shook his head at the woman, resentment filling every single step he took toward her. The sky began to darken as clouds covered the sun; the wind was much colder than it was earlier; and the tension that filled the air was thick enough to be seen.

Someone had to go, but it wasn't going to Coriolanus. He wasn't going to ever fall for her tricks again.

“Let go of me!” Lucy Gray fought against the peacekeeper's arms, eyes wild with rage and fury for the platinum blonde male in front of her.

“You killed my daughter's governess.” Coriolanus bent over and spoke to her face to face—hating how unfazed she was with his movements. “How the did you escape 12? Run off with the Covey after all?”

Lucy Gray clenched her teeth at him and shoved forward, barely moving from how hard the peacekeepers held her. She was probably bruised with how tight they were holding her. “You deserve no love for what you’ve done, Coriolanus. You know you were wrong.”

“You’re not supposed to be here.” He gripped her arm and pulled her closer to him, watching her eyes widen at the sudden aggressiveness. He scoffed, “I—“

“Your wife doesn’t even love you.” Lucy Gray spat and continued to struggle, hands clenching by her sides.

Coriolanus’ grip on Lucy Gray’s arm tightened the more she struggled and spoke, his knuckles whitening with the force of restraint. He spoke through his teeth—his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t know what you’re talking about."

Lucy Gray laughed. A brittle, sharp sound spilling from her lips.

“Don’t I? Look at her.” She tilted her head toward where you kneeled with Elizabeth, your arms wrapped around your trembling daughter. “Tell me, First Lady Snow, do you love your husband?”

Your heart pounded against your ribcage. The question hung in the air—heavy and suffocating. You glanced at Coriolanus—your husband—whose cold blue eyes pinned you in place.

He expected an answer. He always did.

“I love my family." You replied ever so carefully.

Lucy Gray snorted and tilted her head at you, tone mocking at your avoidance of answering a yes or no question. “That’s not what I asked, darlin’.”

“Enough.” Coriolanus’ voice was final—cutting through the thick tension like a blade. He shoved Lucy Gray back into the arms of the peacekeeper who found her originally, “You came here to what, Lucy Gray? Kill my family off until it was just me?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “I meant to kill you, but f’course you would never be with your daughter.”

Elizabeth gasped and buried her head into your neck again, squeezing her eyes shut. She wished this was all a dream—that everything she saw and heard was her imagination. A horrible and crude imagination.

“All that's left is to get rid of you." Coriolanus shook his head and glared down at the pathetic woman. Some winner she turned out to be. "Did you really think you could harm me or what belongs to me?”

“You’re sick." She spat and nodded her head toward you and Elizabeth. “Keeping them in this golden cage of yours. But they’ll never be yours, not really. You can’t make someone love you, Coriolanus.”

You take her words in—eyes darting between Lucy Gray and Coriolanus. Long ago you would’ve fought tooth and nail to defend him. Now, you weren’t sure if he was even worth defending.

“Take her away.” Coriolanus ordered the peacekeepers, stepping closer to Lucy Gray one last time, his breath hot with rage. “Make sure she never steps foot in the Capitol again.”

Lucy Gray smirked even as she was dragged away. Her voice was clear to everyone in the backyard, “You can erase me, Coriolanus, but you can’t erase the truth. One day, she’ll see you for what you are.”

The doors slammed shut behind her as they all left, leaving the Snow family in complete silence.

The sun returned and the winds calmed—even the swans came out of hiding to enjoy the once beautiful day. You finally stood up and wiped Elizabeth’s final tears, whispering words of reassurance and love until you felt the same burning you felt earlier.

Coriolanus turned to you with an unreadable expression, clearing his throat when he met your eyes. “Go inside with Elizabeth.”

You hesitated as Elizabeth held onto your hand tighter, her entire body still shaking from shock.

His eyes softened—just slightly—as he looked at his daughter. She was clinging onto you for dear life and you were thumbing circles into her palm, something you did for Coriolanus when he was stressed back in Academy.

“I won’t let anything touch you.” He murmured to the both of you, kissing your temple and leaning down to kiss the top of Elizabeth’s head.

But the question lingered.

Hadn’t something already?

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[dsntwrk]

help me i've gotten so deep into the steddie rabbit hole i haven't gotten this stuck on something since destiel

this really isn't good for my health

THESE ARE THE FICS THAT I SUBSCRIBED TO / LIKED READING (I'VE BASICALLY READ 1/5 WORTH OF STEDDIE FICS COMPARED TO DESTIEL FICS - I GOT INTO DESTIEL 4 YRS AGO, I ONLY STARTED READING STEDDIE FICS SOME TIME LAST MONTH WTF)

tbf, i have taken breaks from destiel to read other fandoms/fics so, ig the timing works out? if you think about it?

[stripesysheaven]

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[xazse]

not rlly a request but it can be if uw??

I can't stop thinking abt kitty hybrid user and some big cat hybrid gojo (snow leopard, tiger, lion, etc). Suguru originally had hybrid Gojo as a pet, but then found kitty reader and decided to adopt them, and the moment Gojo sees them, he instantly decides that reader is his mate, and just follows them around like a dumb puppy. He'll cling onto reader and groom them all day, licking their fur and their face and not stopping even when reader complains or when Suguru tries to step in. Gojo is super super possesive of reader, and insists on eating, sleeping and bathing with reader, and will start shredding cushions or other things if denied. He's a big cat, so his claws do some serious damage to furniture, so Suguru has no choice but to give in if he doesn't want to spend everything in his bank account to repair the damage. I'd imagine Gojo and reader would have a similar dynamic to your puppygirl and wolf Gojo fics, but Gojo is the one teasing and getting all over reader. Reader's just too innocent to realise what's going on, so they just let Gojo do whatever. Thanks for reading my little blurb, I just needed to get it out!! Hope u have a nice day ❤️

The Preakness in this needs to be studied omg

I want to expand.

KittyHybrid !reader x Tigerhybrid!Gojo

Satoru really thinks he owns you like literally thinks you were bought just for him when that’s not the case, well yeah you were bought for companionship but Suguru also got you because he felt the house was too manly? It would be nice to have a girl around. So he got ur little cute self, at the hybrid facility you were the sweetest thing ever, you’d lay yourself all over Suguru in a ploy to go home with him, he of course gave in.

The first few days he has to keep you separated from Satoru for obvious reasons, Satoru is extremely protective over the house, Suguru can’t have any company over besides Shoko who he tolerates in his space. When he first smelt you he was angry, he couldn’t tell you what you were so he was on edge, the thing is he had only smelled you not seen you.

Suguru has you in another room letting you get familiar with Gojos scent and also letting him get familiar with yours, Gojo really won’t leave the locked door you’re behind alone he’s constantly coming near it to sniff and try to unlock it, Suguru has to guide him to get away from it every single time.

When he does meet you a warmth blooms within his chest, women are such a rarity for Satoru especially other hybrids, you don’t come from the same family as him but he’s so obsessed.

He insists that he have an hour licking session of him using his slimy tongue to clean you even though you really don’t need it! Everytime you try to pry him off in a whiny tone he’s hearing none of it. It gets to the point where you have to whine for a suguru to help you: he does but Satoru has the meanest fucking expression on his face when you’re pried from his arms. He goes on to have an attitude for the rest of the day.

You’re so right about Gojo scratching couches with his sharp claws in retailiation, he gets soo clingy with you, so angry when Suguru separates you it’s so bad that like you said Suguru doesn’t want to deal with him ruining expensive things around the house, that doesn’t mean he’ll let Satoru do whatever he wants with you there are some limits.

Most of the time you’re nice and pliant in Satoru’s lap, you don’t fight back when he carries you around the house simply just letting the huge tiger do what he pleases.

You don’t seem to mind when he rubs himself all over you, purring so loudly because he’s just that obsessed with the docile kitty.

Tiger!Satoru loves your little cunt just as much as he loves the rest of you, he’s only gotten to feel your warm insides once because that’s where Suguru drew the line hard. It was the best day of his life, all you did was mewl below him while he stuffed you full of his fat cock, he came so quickly that night.

He craves to feel you again but Suguru stood his ground, he’d get rid of you if it came to that again (not that he wanted to, Suguru really loved having you around the house it was just an empty threat that seemed to work)

Tiger!Satoru will settle for licking and giving you nasty slippery kisses!

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The goal is simple: find fics with no comments, read them, and leave a comment for the author. However, I (this blogs creator) am not in every fandom to ever exist on ao3 so this is not a task I can do alone. That's where you come in!

There are two ways you can do this. One is to go out and find fics with zero comments in your fandoms, and leave a comment. The other is to take a look at the spreadsheet i made with a list of fics i found with no comments and see if there's any fandoms you know. If I did my job right, you should be able to filter it? Who knows, I suck at technology. This spreadsheet will be updated regularly by adding new fics (and removing ones that have now received comments) so there will always be new stuff to see!

So far, the spreadsheet contains mostly fics from @febuwhump collections, as their commentfest is where i got this idea. If you want to submit one of your own zero comment fics for the spreadsheet, you can do so here.

If you read a fic from the spreadsheet and leave a comment on it (or have received a comment on your own fic that is on the spreadsheet), you can let me know here so I can remove it from the spreadsheet (you do not have to do this, I will try to check regularly to see if fics have received comments, but doing it this way will be a HUGE help to me)!

Some preemptive answers to potential FAQs under the cut!

Who runs this blog?

That'd be me, Izak, also known as @lightningzombie! Hi!

Wait, I see one of your fics on the spreadsheet!

Look. I'm not doing this for no reason. Around 14% of my own fics have no comments. In the interest of fairness, I'll only be adding one of my own fics to the spreadsheet at a time. This limit only applies to me as the owner of this blog. Everyone else can have as many as they like on there lol

Do I have to read fics from the spreadsheet?

Nope! It's just a handy tool for if you're looking for something to read, and want to help out an author in need of their first comment. You can go find zero comment fics wherever you usually get fics from

Is there some sort of prize/competition?

Nope! This is just an effort to increase fandom engagement since it fell off post-COVID. You don't have to report to me about it, you just gotta do it!

Why did you decide to do this?

Frustration with the lack of comments on my fics and the death of comment culture in general. Bewilderment when I saw a fic that had 1200 kudos and no comments. The joy that leaving 100 comments and receiving 20+ during the Febuwhump commentfest brought me. Boredom. Many reasons!

Will you do events?

Maybe! If there's enough interest we could do events similar to justleaveacommentfest.

Can I submit other peoples fics for the spreadsheet?

I mean, yeah, of course. But like, if you're going to the trouble of submitting someone else's fic, why not just leave a comment on it?

(edit: if you want to add a bunch of stuff from your fandoms that you don't have time to read/have tags you can't read then go for it!)

I don't know how to comment!

Yes, you do. "I like this" is a comment. "How dare you do that to [insert blorbo here]" is a comment. "<3" is a comment. "KAJSDAKSDHJ WHYYYYY????" is a comment. "I am rapidly approaching your location" is a comment. Just be kind!

Will you be doing this for platforms other than ao3?

For now, no. Ao3 is the platform I've used for a decade and the one I understand. However if you comment on fics that aren't on ao3, that's great! The spirit of the project is so give love to authors so do that on whatever platform you see fit

Happy commenting!

[wisecura]

'Hate' Is A Strong Word

Izuku Midoriya x f!reader 5k

summary: for some reason, you've never liked Izuku Midoriya. call it bad vibes, a deep seated irritation, or just plain off-putting, you two just never connected. and even now as pro heroes you haven't uttered a single word to each other since high school. yet, you find yourself badly injured at his doorstep.

warnings: might be repetitive, gaslighting, manipulation, non-canon, dark fic, some blood, belittling, confinement, please don't read if you are sensitive to bad things happening to reader,

an: I haven't kept up with this fandom much but I still enjoy it. i've been busy with work and school. sadly, not fully proofread, but thank you for reading

You never quite took to Izuku Midoriya, even from the start. 

There was something about him. A nagging feeling that buzzed in the back of your mind whenever he was near.

He was the kind of guy everyone liked—or at least, no one dared to openly dislike. Shy, awkward, but undeniably kind, Izuku was the sort who'd go out of his way to help a stranger. Always pushing for justice, always the hero in waiting, the kind of well-rounded individual you'd expect to be universally admired. 

And yet, something about him set off alarms in your gut from the very first day you met. It was your first year in high school, you'd arrived at UA high, thrilled to be accepted into the hero course.

This is when you saw him.

He'd been introducing himself to other classmates, nothing different from the norm. Maybe it was the look in his eyes when they caught yours. The way he shyly moved over to greet you. Maybe it was the way he seemed to interrogate question you on your quirk, and from your understanding he kept tabs on everyone. It could've been the way his eyes seemed to trail you when you evaded his conversation, feeling odd at the line of questioning. You had no idea why every instinct tell you to keep your distance.

You did attempt friendship in those early years, especially when you noticed how easily he drew people in. Once all was settled in, he seemed to be a magnet, attracting the class in with his friendliness. Maybe that initial encounter had been a fluke? You thought that just maybe you were being overly dramatic—after all, Izuku was the epitome of harmlessness, always eager to lend a hand. No one else seemed to have an issue with him, even with his more...odd habits.

But despite your efforts, you just couldn't shake it off. Those creepy vibes you got. So you chalked it up to not meshing well. But you always watched from a distance, and continued your years making friends and overall enjoying the coursework.

Years passed, and both of you rose through the ranks to become pro heroes. 

Izuku, now known universally as Deku, consistently ranked in the top five—a celebrity in the world of pro heroes. Meanwhile, you held a respectable nineteenth place, not one for popularity races, and never quite as concerned with fame as you were with making tangible changes in the world. Not that he wasn't doing his part-

Deku was a household name, his exploits and acts of heroism the stuff of daily newsfeeds. The latest articles highlighted not just his achievements but his physical transformation too—he was now a striking 6’1", his features having matured into what many would consider handsome, listing out other measurements you hadn’t bothered to read about.

Yet, reading about him, seeing his photos splashed across the media, always stirred an inexplicable twist in your stomach. You had no logical reason to feel this way, yet the discomfort was undeniable. You still didn't like the dude.

Your interactions had been minimal since high school, limited to brief exchanges during professional gatherings. You weren’t friends, not really. But he was always friends of a friend with you. It was always weird to hear about him, and you tried to never ask-to never listen in when your friends talked about him.

And, now, as you scrolled through your phone, one hand pressed against your bleeding side, the irony of the situation didn't escape you.

This part of town was supposed to be safe, but here you were. Far from home and in trouble, late at night.

You needed to find somewhere to go—someone to plug this shit up. Your manager had recently updated your contacts with a list of “reliable partners” for emergencies—pretty handy timing, considering the mess you were in now. All listed with safe houses should you need it—your managers words echoing in the back of your mind: 'you'd better not be seen by anyone from the public'.

You had been on a secret mission, something big, something not everyone could handle. But your quirk was a perfect fit—or so you thought until things went south.

The leader of the crime ring turned out to be a lot tougher than the brief said, and instead of nabbing him quietly, you got roughed up pretty bad.

Glancing at your phone, the recommended safe locations popped up. And just your luck—it had to be him.

You frowned at the screen—thumb brushing down the refresh button desperately, but no other options seemed to be loading. There had to be someone else, but why wasn’t the stupid app showing anything?

Of course. Of-fucking-course. Whatever, beggars can’t be choosers, right?

Better not to bleed out on the pavement. You were sure your manager would kill you if this wound up in the newspapers.

Gritting your teeth, you pushed through the pain, straightening up as best you could. You tried to walk confidently into the lobby of a ridiculously upscale apartment building. It was way fancier than necessary, making you feel all the more out of place.

You barely reached the counter when the man behind it did a double-take. “Miss—““—I’m here to see Izuku Midoriya, please,” you cut him off before he could delve into questions you had no energy to answer.

He looked surprised for a moment, then turned his back to you to make the call. You could hear his hushed tones, and an even softer voice through the other end of the intercom. You couldn't make out what they were saying—maybe it was the blood loss affecting your concentration.

“Top floor, Miss—““—Thanks.” You turn away quickly, unable to keep a slight wobble from your steps. You hadn’t meant to be rude. You just really needed to sit down. 

You were a vision of resilience and grace as you press the elevator button, smearing the elevator door button in your own blood. The ride up feels like a century, each ding reminding you of the ticking clock against your injuries. You had time to turn back. To not face whatever was beyond the elevator doors. Did he open his home as a safe location often? What were you thinking—this was Deku—of course he did—

As the doors finally open, you're met with the minimalist, yet luxurious hallway leading to the penthouse suite—his suite.

It's been years since you've last even spoke to Izuku Midoriya, and now, under these circumstances, you're about to see him again.

Funny how fate plays its cruel games, huh?

Stepping out, you hesitate for just a moment before your survival instincts push you forward. Your fist meets the door, the knock more feeble than you intended. It's only a matter of seconds before the door swings open, revealing Izuku Midoriya in person.

He's taller, broader, and his eyes—those damn eyes—haven't changed a bit. He's definitely lost that baby face, his features much more defined, almost handsome. The sight of him makes your heart race for reasons you can't even begin to pin down before that deep voice reaches your ears.

"Shit, you look like hell," wide eyed, he blurts out. "What happened?"

You try to muster a smile, but all you manage is a grimace. "Got into a bit of trouble. Mind if I come in? Kinda bleeding out here," you quip, half-joking, but entirely serious.

He doesn't hesitate, grabbing your arm, gently but firmly, as he helps you inside. "Of course, come in. What are friends for?" he says, though you both know the term 'friends' might be a stretch, you sure as hell weren't gonna comment on it now.

Oddly enough, he doesn't press you for more details, instead guiding you to the sofa. "Let me look at that wound," he says, already moving to fetch a first aid kit and a towel. You feel somewhat guilty at your thoughts as you watch him, his movements efficient and practiced. What if you bled out onto his couch? And now that'll be the first thing on his mind when he sees it? what're you even thinking?

How often has he done this? You mind briefly flashes back to a news report you'd seen recently, of him saving a group of people from a hostage situation turned deadly. And despite your reservations about him, you can't help but feel a reluctant admiration stirring within you. That and this. He really wasn't a bad dude. Maybe a bit awkward, but who wasn't?

You raise your shirt slightly, exposing the expanse of your stomach, an audible sigh from him before his hands find their way to clean the area, surprisingly gentle.

It's a strange intimacy, one you make damn sure to ignore. In other situations you may have blushed, leading with a 'buy me drinks first' joke but you really didn't want to add to the moment.

"Do I want to ask how the other guy looks?" Izuku teases lightly, a break from his jaw tensing, a small smile playing on his lips. Despite yourself, a laugh escapes—bitter but genuine.

"Yeah, I may have gotten the short end here," you reply, meeting his gaze. There’s a warmth there that wasn’t present in your school days, a maturity that seems to fit him well. It annoys you, seeing how much he's grown into himself, into the hero everyone expected him to be. Was it jealousy? No, that couldn’t be it.

Sitting there, letting Izuku tend to your wounds, you can’t help but feel a twist in your stomach that’s not from the injury. It’s from the sheer absurdity of the situation—seeking help from someone you’ve always distrusted, yet here he is, proving to be the hero he always aimed to be. Not asking for anything in return, always helpful, always willing.

And, yes, that bugged the shit out of you. You were wrong.

"Aren't you going to ask what happened?" His eyes flick back over to you, stilling your breath. He lets out another sigh, unwrapping the bandage from his kit.

"The Gokudo Group, right?" You look away, refusing to meet his heavy gaze. He didn't seem entirely happy with the direction of the conversation—

"How do you know about that?" The question sounded silly the second it left your mouth. A top pro hero knowing about a mission so close to his residence? It'd be stranger if he hadn't heard about it. He lets out another soft chuckle, and you feel yourself blush at the way it seemed to lick up your spine.

"Let's call it a guess." As he finishes bandaging your wound, his touch lingers a moment on your side, reminding you of his closeness.

"You should rest," he suggests, his voice soft, almost nonchalant. He seems to see no issue with the idea. A man. A woman. Alone in a pent house sweet. "Stay here tonight. It's late, and you're not in any condition to go anywhere."

You want to protest, to assert your independence, but the room tilts slightly as you try to sit up straighter, his grip tightening on your waist as you let out a small painful whimper. He doesn’t seem too put off by the idea of you staying, and realistically, blood loss was indeed a bitch.

"I guess...I don't have much choice," the words tasting sour on your tongue. For a fleeting moment, Izuku's seems like he wants to say something, fighting with his inner voice, before settling on something else.

"...Of course, you're always welcome here," he assures you, his tone dripping with a sincerity that feels too thick, too heavy. He stands, pressing a button on the wall to adjust the blinds, casting the room into a dim glow. He stands illuminated in a warm glow by the lamp in the corner. Your heart continues its gymnastics, flipping in ways you can't fucking believe.

"Let me get you some water, maybe something for the pain." As he disappears into the kitchen, you try to relax against the plush cushions of his sofa, feeling much more guilty at the thoughts you'd had not even thirty minute prior. This wasn't how you imagined your evening would end, and his kindness seemed to eat away at you by the second.

Your gaze drifts around the neatly kept space, landing on small, personal touches that seem innocuously domestic. Photographs of smiling faces, trophies from his hero work, books on strategy and quirk development. It's all so…Midoriya.

When he returns, he hands you a glass of water and a pill, his smile reassuring. "This will help with the pain," he says, and you take the small tablet from him, your fingers brushing against his, the contact somewhat nerve-wracking.

"Thanks," you whisper, downing the medicine without a second thought. He watched you closely for a second, another thought on the tip of his tongue before he decides to just sit down next to you. Not close enough to warrant a side glance, but close enough that you can smell his smooth cologne, a soothing fragrance that lingers in the back of your throat. A smell that was distinct, unforgettable.

"You know," hesitating, "...I always...hoped we'd get a chance to catch up," his voice a soft murmur blending into the backdrop of the city's faint sounds filtering through the window. You would've sworn he hadn't said anything if it wasn't for your good hearing. "...I've followed your career, you know. You're doing amazing things."

His words sound like a compliment, but you can't help but think: just how closely has he been watching me? The tension in the room was so fucking awkward....

And the comment was innocent enough, so you push the feeling aside, chalking it up to paranoia. He's being nice. He's being nice.

You literally have no reason to doubt him.

Whatever. You can't shake that nag, you're fighting with yourself just to lean into the small comfort he provided, but that itch keeps coming back the more he talks. Just keep your distance, like always, and make your exit in the morning before he wakes up. Maybe send a fruit basket when you get back home as a parting 'thank you' gift.

"Yeah, well, we've both been busy, I guess," He watches you a moment, his expression unreadable before offering a gentle smile. You let out a small yawn, scooting further into the couch. Further away from his spreading legs, hoping to convey your sleepiness.

"Very busy," he agrees, as he stands to grab a blanket from a nearby closet. Thankful for the space, you breath a sigh of relief. You jump when he comes back, yet his voice is gentle, and his movements are tender, almost loving, as he drapes the blanket over you.

You notice his hands tremble slightly—a nervous energy you remember all too well from your high school days. He's nervous. And it sets you on edge even more, despite the fact that he couldn't be more welcoming to you in this moment—a pillar of comfort and support. The blanket he brought was so fuzzy and warm. Your favorite color too.

"Looks like we finally get that catch-up session, huh?" he chuckles easily. You half-expected him to retreat to his room once you were settled, but here he was, still the same Midoriya, despite looking so incredibly different. Never fully catching that hint. You manage a weary smile, feeling the weight of your eyelids, barely still able to converse.

"Yeah, it's been a while. Life as a pro hero doesn't exactly leave much free time for reunions," Izuku nods enthusiastically, sliding a bit closer to you on the sofa until you can feel the warmth radiating from his leg just inches away. You subtly scoot away, maintaining a polite distance, his eyes wide, as he enthusiastically regals your most recent mission.

"That rescue mission form last week was just spectacular, the way you dove right in, you were just perfect, and those people you saved--" He stops himself, realizing he was about to go into a whirlwind. He lets out a nervous laugh, "Sorry,"

But you give him the best smile you can muster up with the gaping wound in your side. And subtly, almost unconsciously, his leg inches even closer to yours, again. You try to dismiss it, reminding yourself of how he always a little closer with his friends—maybe this is just another subconscious thing he did?

"Thanks, Midoriya. You’ve not done too badly yourself," you reply, trying to lighten the mood with a bit of humor. "Top five, right? I always knew you’d shoot up."

He absorbs your compliment, his face lighting up from the small bit of praise you've given him. His gaze narrows in, almost studying you, as if he’s trying to memorize your every expression.

When he speaks again, there's a hint of shyness in his voice, a subtle clinginess that feels slightly misplaced. "You know, I always thought maybe we’d end up working together, you know? Side by side." His voice dips a bit at the end, his eyes are earnest, almost pleading, as they search yours for a reaction.

"That’s...a....nice thought," deliberately avoiding his gaze, though the idea of being this close to him in any capacity would be too much, too soon.

Izuku’s expression momentarily falters, resembling a dejected puppy, and he quickly tries to mask his disappointment, shifting his demeanor to regain some of his earlier lightness. “But hey, we’re here now, right? Maybe it’s fate or something,” he jokes weakly, forcing another lighthearted laugh.

The word 'fate' hangs between you, heavy and foreboding. “Maybe,” you echo, not quite sharing in his forced cheer. The conversation pauses, leaving you acutely aware of the rapid beating of your own heart in the silence that follows.

"Yeah–heh–it’s been quite the journey," he admits, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "But....enough about me. Tell me about you. How have things been...really?"

You shift under the blanket, feeling a bit unnerved by his continued presence. Why didn't he just go to bed? You hadn't even talked much about him in the first place. Was he fishing for something?

"Busy, eventful, and endlessly tiring," you answer truthfully, hoping your frankness might send a subtle hint, topping it off with another yawn.

He nods, mouth quirking up in a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "I can imagine. It must be hard, always being on the move—never able to find time for yourself, never able to catch up. Always the playing the 'hero'."

The way he says 'hero'—with a trace of something like displeasure—makes you pause, almost surprised. "...Well, someone's gotta do it, right?"

"Right, right," Izuku agrees, though his voice trails off, leaving a lingering question in the air. He seems to gather his thoughts, his eyes meeting yours.

"You know, I've always wondered..." his tone shifts slightly, becoming more contemplative, "why we never got along better. I mean, we were always in the same circles, kind of."

You feel a slight tightening in your chest as the topic veers dangerously close to the unease you've always felt around him. "Yeah, I guess we just had different…interests," you hedge, trying to keep the conversation light and steer away from deeper waters that you’d prefer not to navigate.

How exactly could you explain to him that you found him incredibly fucking creepy until now? And even now.....

Izuku's response is slow, thoughtful. "Maybe,"

He concedes, his tone reflecting a tinge of dissatisfaction, voice more probing and less subtle than you've ever heard it before. "But I've always respected you, you know? Always thought highly of your abilities."

"Thanks, Midoriya. That means a lot," you reply, not sure how to respond, not used to the praises from someone like him.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is... I've always wanted to be...closer. To understand you better. I felt like we never really got the chance."

His words hang in the air, and you're hit by the raw honesty in his voice—an honesty that's bordering on confrontation or confession—you aren't sure. You scramble for a diplomatic response, your mind racing. You didn't want to upset him here, but you sure as hell weren't looking to become best buds.

"Midoriya, it’s not that we didn't get a chance. We just...didn’t.....vibe that way. It happens."

"But why?" His frustration is more evident this time, his voice tense, losing that more playful tone. "I’ve seen how you are with others—laughing, sharing. I just don't get why I never got that side of you."

"It’s nothing personal, Midoriya. I’ve always been more introverted....Maybe our timing was just....off or something."

But he just can't seem to let this go. He's always liked you, but you've always seemed to avoid him. He's never been able to figure it out.

"...I mean, it's not like I haven't tried, right?" he starts again, his tone becoming harsher, a drastic shift from his usual soft charisma. His fingers tap rhythmically against his knee, a clear sign of his restlessness. "I always asked about you, you know. Whenever I ran into someone who knew you, I made sure to find out how you were doing." The revelation sends a chill down your spine.

This could have been sweet—checking in on a friend—but his words sound creepier, like he was stalking you or something, and his intense gaze makes you recoil slightly.

"I just...I've always liked you. A lot, actually," he continues, his tone bordering on accusatory. "And I don't think you ever noticed. Or maybe you did and just didn't care."

"That’s…that's a lot to take in," you respond cautiously, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Yeah, well, it's been a lot for me too, watching from the sidelines. Always the hero everyone loves, except for the one person I actually wanted to impress," his voice rising slightly with frustration.

He continues rambling, each sentence more unsettling than the last. "I've kept tabs on you. I know it might sound weird, but I had to know. I thought if I knew more about what you liked, what you did, maybe I could find a way to be part of that." His confession sends a cold shiver down your spine.

"Isn't that just ridiculous?" he laughs, the sound hollow—bitter, filling the increasingly claustrophobic room. His eyes become distant and slightly frantic. He couldn’t stop himself.

"Midoriya, I think you’re reading too much into this—” you start, trying to defuse the tension, but he cuts you off. "No, I don't think so. I think you've always known how I felt. And you used it against me. Kept me at arm's length on purpose," he accuses, his voice turning harsh.

Witnessing Izuku transform from the awkward, 'lovable' hero you once knew into this intense, confirmed everything that nagged in the back of your head before. An anger issue? Ego problems?

"Everyone else always sees the best in me. Why couldn’t you? What made you so different?" he demands, his voice laden with a toxic mix of longing and bitterness. Finding yourself speechless, the situation spirals beyond your control. "Midoriya, please, this isn’t healthy. We should—”

"Healthy?" scoffing. "What do you know about healthy? You've barely even looked at me all these years. And now, you show up only when you need something? That's a bit contradictory, don't you think?"

The realization that you are alone with him, caught in this escalating situation, keeps you mind spiraling into a semi state of panic. Your sense heighted—fight or flight.

"You know, it's always been more than just platonic for me," his gaze cutting through the dimly lit room, locking onto you with an unsettling earnestness. He too close, too close, "I've cared about you in ways I probably shouldn't have. And I've waited...waited for you to see that."

"Midoriya, maybe we can talk about this tomorrow? It's been a long day, and I really think I should head home and rest," you suggest, reaching for your phone to call an Uber.

"You said you'd stay the night," he reminds you, snatching the phone quickly from your hands. "Are you really going to go back on your word now? After I've opened my home to you, treated your wounds?"

Caught off guard by his overt pushiness and blatant aggression, you stammer, "Hey—Midoriya, I didn't mean—"

"No, you never mean to, do you?" he cuts in, his tone increasingly harsh. "You come here, into my home, ask for my help, reject my friendship—once again, and now you want to leave just like that? It’s always the same with you. You take what you need and then you're gone."

"That's not fair, Midoriya. I appreciate everything you've done tonight, but I'm really not feeling well, and this conversation is a lot to process," you explain, trying to maintain your composure under his scrutinizing gaze.

Izuku's tone shifts, blending accusation with a hint of hurt, his face morphing into that lovable sad expression he wore on occasion. Much like a kicked puppy. "That isn't right. I thought you were a good person. I'm just trying to understand your problem with me. What's wrong with that?"

You take a deep breath, trying to center yourself amidst the emotional whirlwind he's creating. "Midoriya, trying to understand each other isn't the problem," you begin cautiously, "but the way you're going about it—it's overwhelming. It feels like you're not just asking for understanding—you're demanding a specific response from me, one that I'm not prepared to give."

His brow furrows, and his stance becomes defensive. "So, you're saying I'm overwhelming you? I'm some evil guy? Me? A top pro hero? After all these years of keeping my distance, the moment I try to be honest about my feelings, I'm suddenly too much?"

"No, that's not what I mean, Midoriya—please—"

Izuku’s question slices through the tense air, unexpected and jarring. “Do you have a boyfriend?” His tone holds an edge of possessiveness that makes you uneasy. The query, seemingly out of nowhere, is clearly aimed at gauging your 'availability'—challenging it.

“No, but that’s not the point,” but Izuku scoots in closer, his larger frame hovering over your laid back one. Yes, he was much bigger than he was in high school. And yes his broad shoulders stood out 3 inches past your own. You couldn't stop your panicked breathing, the situation too unbelievable.

As Izuku inches closer, his large frame overshadows you, physically cornering you against the back of the sofa. The space feels oppressively small, his presence suffocating. His voice carries a chilling mix of sweetness and venom that you've never heard before, unsettlingly different from the hero you thought you knew.

“So, let’s get this straight....again.,” you avoid his gaze, near impossible from how close he is, “You’ve never had time for me, always brushed off my attempts to be close, and now here you are, in my home, accepting my help after all these years. And you think you can just leave after that, like nothing happened?”

You feel a bit embarrassed when he puts it like that.

“Izuku, I just came here because I needed help, I never meant to—”

“But that’s just it, isn’t it? You needed help, and I was convenient for you,” he cuts you off, his voice soft but laced with a sharp edge. “Isn’t it funny how after all these years of avoiding me, suddenly I’m the one you run to when you’re vulnerable? Does that seem fair to you?”

“I’ve always cared about you, more than you know,” his voice lowering to a whisper. “I’ve watched you from afar, always hoping you’d look back. But you didn’t. And now here you are, finally seeing me, but only because you need something. Don’t you owe it to me to stay? After everything?”

His question hangs heavily in the air, charged with expectations you never consented to. Flustered and trying to maintain some sense of normalcy, you start to respond. “I-I’m sorry, Midoriya—”“—Izuku. Please, after all this time, don't you think you could call me by my first name? It’s like you’re still trying to keep me at arm’s length, even now,” The hurt very clear in his voice.

As you struggle to find the right words, trying to navigate the complex emotional minefield he specifically laid out, his next action catches you completely off guard. Without waiting for your consent, he suddenly shoots up, his arms scooping you up in a princess-style carry, far too easily, but expected from a bulky pro hero. The suddenness leaves you flabbergasted and flushing bright red.

"I-Izuku," you stammer, your voice tinged with shock and a hint of protest. "Ah, much better," he responds with a pleased smile. The smile he gives you is something else—wide and triumphant, as he carries you to another room.

The large room he brings you into is softly lit, the bed neatly made. You noticed a vanity on the side wall, feminine products lining the small shelf—eerily similar to the products you have in your cabinet at home. The room was set to your exact style, items you had at home—in your online wish list—were all here.

He sets you down gently on the bed, and the reality of the situation sinks in deeper. He observes you for a moment, a mocking smile playing at the corners of his mouth, as if amused by your discomfort. As if he's observing a cute puppy, learning to walk on its own.

"Time for bed. I'll be back tomorrow." He turns to leave, and you reach out for him. "Izuku, wait—" voice laden with a plea for some semblance of normalcy—some answer to the questions you refused to voice, the room you were actively refusing to acknowledge.

"What's wrong?" he interjects with a grin, his tone cooing, demeaning, belittling. "You’re not going to ask me to tuck you in or stay the night, are you?" You could hear the underlying challenge. The jest sent to provoke something from you. "No, that’s not—I just think we need to talk about tonight," You're voice stead, yet you're on the brink of tears, the fear creeping up the back of your neck. A pro hero, a pro hero, he's a pro hero—

Izuku's face hardens at your words, his posture stiffening as he sits on the edge of the bed. "Talk? We’ve been talking all night. You said you wanted rest right?" he retorts defensively. "You’re safe here, aren’t you? I’m taking care of you, after all. What’s there to complain about?"

You know something isn’t right, but his aggressive pushback and the veiled mockery in his tone make you second-guess your instincts to speak up.

"Yeah, I...Thank you...Izuku," you find yourself saying, the words heavy on your tongue. The unease churns in your stomach, but the mean look in his eyes silences the protests forming in your mind. You lie back on the bed, covering yourself quickly, still in your street attire.

Izuku nods, seemingly satisfied with your subdued response. "See? That’s better. Just relax, I’ve got everything under control," he says, his tone soothing yet laced with a possessiveness that doesn’t escape you.

As he turns off the light and exits the room, leaving you in the dim glow of the nightlight, you're left to grapple with the unsettling blend of guilt and apprehension, too nervous now to challenge the dynamic he’s forcefully set.

Would you be allowed to leave tomorrow?

come home

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bird creature/hybrid keigo takami x chubby reader

KINKTOBER: breeding (+praise)

word count: 3.0k words / mdni ! 18+ / this turned into a full on fic and is pretty fluffy tbh <3 it has more plot than porn sdfgjhbmfbxfvcbsxn and i haven't read it through properly but ssshhhh

being kicked out of your party sucks, 'you don't fill the roll of beast tamer' or something, they've found someone more skilled and experienced so now you're stuck alone in the middle of a forest after accepting a quest which you currently regret taking.

it should be a simple herb collection quest but it's being more of a hassle than it's worth, you shred off the top layers of your clothes and tie it around your waist, dropping your sheep hide bag and gulping down some of your water. after a while you stumble across a clearing with a lake and it looks like you'll finally be able to have room to properly set up your tent.

you don't realise but you're being watched. golden brown eyes piercing down at you, watching you with hawk-eyed vision on high alert to his surroundings. you met him the following morning, as you were leaving your tent something suddenly blocked out the sunlight before landing next to you. a bird creature was in front of you or maybe he was a hybrid, you weren't sure but he was rather intimidating. this man has bright red feather wings with a huge wing span and sandy blonde and white small fluffy parts on his arms and chest covered with a brown flimsy tunic with a handsome human face with golden eyes and blonde windswept hair. you're already quite fearful but after you spot his talons that look like they could slice you in half you really start panicking.

you were able to calm down when he smiled and held out his hand, you flinched first but in his palms where berries. you know those berries, they were edible, very rare and very tasty. later you found out his name was keigo but everyone call him hawks, when he told you this he also told you that he wanted you to call him keigo. he has limited human speech and it was hard to communicate with each other but you both tried your best.

you don't know this but when you accepted the berries he gave you in his mind that made you his mate, it solidified it in his mind and he was very happy that you accepted his advances. he's your provider and he has to look after you. you don't know that he thinks like that though.

you should of left the forest weeks ago, there was no reason for you to stay... well apart from keigo. you knew he would stay in the forest it's his home, you couldn't ask him to go with you and why would he? 'i probably care about him a lot more than he does me, which is fine! he likely has plenty of friends and his own kind in the forest, i just miss company after what happened with my old party... i like his company.' you can't bring yourself to leave, not yet, even if that means you're getting close to the rainy season, and it's always dangerous to be out in the wild in the rainy season. it's so easy to wind up dead, your body never found either downstream or at the bottom of cliffs that people can't access.

"shit!" you were foresting for some berries when you felt a drop of rain fall on your head, that drop turned into ten, then twenty, then fifty, all in a matter of seconds. you nearly fell as you tried to turn back to the somewhat safer option of your tent but the ground below you quickly became mud and slippy causing you to trip, luckily you were able to catch yourself on a nearby tree before falling face first and getting back as fast but safely as you can.

you're soaked to the bone and as the tent finally meets your eyeline it's getting you to walk quicker. you hear something above and you look up the best you can, covering your eyes with your hand but still somehow some water gets in your eyes, looking above you see hawks flying to you. "keigo, what are you doing?! go home, get in the tent, get anywhere. i know it might be different for you, i know you're less fragile than me but it's still raining heavily. what if there's lightning!" you shout at him to the sky.

keigo lands down, water slashing you in the process and getting mud on your trousers. he's careful as he pulls you towards him, making sure his talons won't hurt you and you're pressed against his body, "come." you're confused and you try to move so you can reach your tent but as you look behind you your back straightens as you see your tent. you don't even know if you could call it a tent anymore. the wind has blown it so much that it's just broken cut up fabric tied down by one singular peg, the others already blown away. "come," he repeats himself and pulls you closer towards his warm body before flying away, you can't help but scream as you lift up off the ground and you swear over the rain you can hear keigo laugh. you always wondered what it would be like if he took you up in his wings to fly, you've always thought they were so majestic but you never envisioned it going like this.

it's hard to hear and talk over the heavy patter of the rain but you try anyway. "keigo where are we going?"

"home," he replies and you hear him loud and clear, you don't know if that's because he's louder than the rain or leaning close to you or if you hear it loud and clear because your heart is just beating out of your chest at the answer.

it seemed like a long while of flying but when you finally reached the floor keigo carefully landed and put you down. looking around to where you are you see that you're outside a cave but you don't know that you can call it a cave anymore. at a quick glance from the outside it looks like it was originally a cave but the opening is covered by rocks, wood and other building materials, keeping the inside warm and dry. there's a wooden door to the side and you think you can see a lock on it. the outside reminded you a lot of your childhood home but you can't pinpoint why. "come," he grabs your wrist cautiously with his talons and leads you inside.

a blast of heat hits you when you enter and you immediately warm up, even if it's just a little bit through your wet clothes. it looks pretty barren apart from some small trinkets along the wall and the bed is covered in blankets and other fluffy comfortable things, definitely more comfortable than anything you've been sleeping recently. you stay where you are not moving from the door, not wanting to get everything wet. keigo leaves but comes back a minute or so after with a towel for you and second one in his hand for him.

"thank you," you say quietly and shyly taking the towel from him. after doing your best to dry your hair and dry the rest of your clothes keigo leans down to your neck and nuzzles you while cooing, heat quickly rises to your cheeks and he pulls back and takes you further into his home before dropping your hand and he goes back into one of his back rooms.

you miss his hand in yours but when he returns he's holding a shirt, "for you."

"me?" you point to yourself and he nods. "i don't know if it will fit, i might be a bit small." you tell him but he looks back at you with an easygoing smile that puts you at ease. you know it probably won't fit right, you're not exactly small but you don't have much choice with how wet your clothes are. "thank you," you return his smile. you feel small under his gaze as he looks at you, it seems like he has no plan to leave you alone to get changed or look away. "um, okay, i'll-" you turn away from him and lift up your top. when you take it off and start to fold it keigo holds you from behind, wrapping his arms around you, his wings softly fluttering. you get flustered and wonder what you should do, this isn't normal human behaviour but keigo isn't human maybe this is completely normal for him, although he's never done this before, but maybe he knows how cold you are.

"k-keigo i need to put this on, i'll get cold." he's slow as he takes his hands off you, making you shiver in the process. you quickly get changed pulling on the top that you've been given and pulling down your trousers. you were right about how it doesn't fit you but at least you're dry. the top is thin and covers up to your mid-thigh, the fabric tight along your waist, stomach and breasts but it's still comfortable. you turn round to look at him and twiddle with your thumbs, he smiles at you again and rubs his face against yours, making your cheeks heat up.

"drink?"

"huh?" you ask slightly distracted by how intimate this is.

"drink? keep you warm." he gestures to you and then gestures to another room. you nod your head, not knowing what drink you're saying yes to but happy to be warm and experience what drinks keigo likes and drinks, it might just be tea you'll have to wait and see.

you feel a bit uncomfortable just standing around and you don't notice any chairs so you perch yourself on the bed, hoping keigo won't mind. when keigo comes back he's wearing different clothes and he's holding two mugs, you smile at him and you notice he doesn't smile back. 'did i do something wrong? he's not smiling. maybe i was wrong about him not minding about me sitting down on the bed, i should of just stayed standing up.' keigo is holding onto the mugs so tightly that his hands are turning white. "i'm really sorry keigo, i didn't mean to make you angry," you rush out as quick as you can, hurrying to get up but as you start lifting off the bed two feathers rapidly leave keigo's wings and pins you down to the bed by the top you're wearing. you've never seen him do that before so part of you is thinking about how impressive it is, the other part of you worried and confused hoping he'll forgive you for whatever accidental mistake you made.

keigo places the cups down on the side. "i'm sor-" before you can finish your sentence, he moves on top of you, making your eyes widen, at that moment you see his eyes, heavily dilated looking down at you tenderly but hungrily.

"do you like?" he asks stroking your chubby cheeks.

"like?" you ask confused.

"nest." he kisses your nose.

you're not one hundred percent sure what you're saying yes to but you think he's talking about what you're laying on and you do like it, it's warm and cosy and you could stay here for ever. "i like it very much. i could stay here forever."

keigo trills when he hears you say that, "did a good job?"

you never thought keigo would be one for seeking approval but you suppose everyone does. "amazing job." you nod your head and lift your hands up to his wings and run your hands through them making him shiver. after all that's happened you're still surprised as he gently bites your lip, a silent request for you to open your mouth and you grant him access, parting your lips, keigo taking the lead controlling the movement as your tongues intertwine and you kiss. you have no idea how much time goes by, so caught up in the moment, it could of been three minutes or thirty for all you know, all you know is how good everything feels.

as you move apart you open up your eyes to see him smirking at you, your cheeks are hot. he kisses the corner of your mouth and squeezes your plush thighs before gently trailing his knuckle up and down your inner thigh, slowly inching up your, his, top. keigo brings both his hands to your outer thighs and slivers up the rest of the top until he sees your hips, eyes practically glowing as he nuzzles your neck again.

at some point while all of this was happening he started rubbing his hard dick along your thigh, getting precum everywhere, you had no idea when was able to take off his clothes.

this time he uses his talons as he rips up your underwear leaving you bare and maybe you should be scared of how close his talons were to you but you weren't. he uses his knuckles again and brushes along your opening, he thrills when he feels how wet you are and before you even realise it he's slowly pushing himself into you. he sees you wince and kisses all along your neck and pauses for a second, then continues just as slow as he was before not wanting to hurt you. when he's fully in he waits and kisses you all over, touching all over your body, your hips and stomach especially, groping and squeezing. keigo feels you start relaxing around him and starts moving, slow thrusts in and out of you, not wanting to hurt you.

keigo's thrusts start to speed up uncontrollable as he kept feeling you clench around him and how wet you are, almost feral, animalistic. a white creamy ring forms at the bottom of his dick and he becomes more and more feral. you moan loudly and bury your head into the soft blankets and materials. "feel so good!" you cry out mumbled against the pillows. you ball your fists up into the covers, holding onto them tight and keigo goes harder.

"you feel good too. i'll keep making you feel good," he leans down to your ear and kisses your cheek. you nod your head even though it wasn't a question and keigo's eyes dilate even more than they have been. he touches you very gently, circling against your clit and kisses your pulse point, delicately sucking a mark on your neck. his pace stays the same, still fast. your back arches and you feel the coil in your stomach winding up more and more, so close to snapping. you whine as the coil in you snaps and you cum, body tight in an arch before shaking.

keigo smirks as he watches your body fall and go limp. he picks up your legs and folds you in half, gripping hold of your thighs tightly and his pace increases so fast that it leaves you breathless, your body bounces and he watches you ravenously. "gonna give you my seed, gonna make you a pretty mummy." keigo chokes a groan and holds onto you tighter. you should be trying to move away and tell him no but you don't, instead you clench tighter around him and nod your head rapidly in desire, you've never wanted something so badly. warm ropes of cum spills into you filling you up. keigo smirks and peppers your face with kisses.

"keigo have you seen how messy tsunagu's clothes are! it's a nightmare washing them all the time!" you complain scowling as you pick up your youngest sons shirt.

keigo chuckles and comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing you behind you ear, "he's such a troublemaker." you shiver as you feel his breath against your skin and his voice so close to you, he smirks.

it's been five years since you first stepped foot in your home, it's been five years since you and keigo first had sex. in those five years a lot has changed, your relationship included. you and keigo have no problem communicating anymore, both now speaking the same language with keigo learning how to write and read everything too. you have two boys together and they're wonderful. you got married and it was one of the happiest days of your life. you've practically abandoned human civilisation, by your own choice. occasionally you'll go into town if you need something but you stay in the forest most of the time. you've met keigo's friend and they all call him hawks, even the ones he's known since children. you asked him why he told you to call him keigo when you first met especially since everyone calls him hawks and he told you it's because he knew as soon as he met you that you were his mate and you would spend the rest of your life together.

"i know a way to calm him down." you hear the mischievous tone in his voice.

you play along, "oh?"

"i think he needs to be a big brother." he pulls you closer to him and rubs your soft stomach.

grinning wide, "really?"

keigo hums and kisses your neck. "yeah birdie, a little one he can help and look after will keep him out of trouble." he nuzzles against you and plays with your stomach. he turns you around to look at him, holding onto your hands and smirking. nonchalantly asking, "what are we aiming for this time? a girl or another boy?" he taps his finger to his chin, "i'm thinking girl."

"i'm thinking a girl too," you smile fondly and kiss his nose. keigo's wings flutter out when you kiss him and you giggle.

"i'll lock the door."

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Can I please request Sirius with a single mama who happens to be a muggle? He would be such a good daddy 😭😭😭

[ sirius black x muggle!reader | fluff | in an alternate universe wherein there was no wizarding war | 3.1k words ]

note. well this got way longer than intended and yet for some reason still doesn’t feel enough??? anyways halfway through writing this i realized that jily is supposed to be 18 when they got married so for the sake of this fic let’s pretend that they’re in their late 20s hehehe,, hope you’ll like this one! 🫶🏻

Sirius got to meet you through Lily.

The meeting was unexpected, really. It was during the time James and Lily were preparing for the wedding, and Sirius, being the designated best man and all, was tasked to deliver some important items for the ceremony from the Evans home to the Potters. 

He knocked on the front door, clad in his usual attire of faded jeans, black shirt, with a leather jacket worn around his shoulders. His motorbike was still running in the driveway, an indication that he wasn’t planning to stay long, but as soon as you opened the door and locked gazes with him, Sirius suddenly thought that perhaps it would be okay to hang around even for a few minutes or so.

He flashed a smile, a smile he knew turned up the charm and made his handsomeness look a bit devilish, and stepped a bit closer, his hands placing themselves on the front pockets of his pants. “I didn’t get the wrong address, did I?” he asked. “Although if I did, I don’t think I should be in the position to complain.” His smile transformed into an easy smirk.

You stared at him, analyzing him, taking in the sight of his dark tousled hair and the manner in which his piercing eyes looked back at you, before opening the door a bit wider. “I take it that you’re Sirius Black?”

“The very one. And you are?”

“____ ____,” you said your full name, extending a hand out for a handshake but when Sirius took it, he didn’t do what you were expecting him to do.

Instead, he brought it closer to his mouth, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he replied smoothly, prompting your face to feel a bit hot.

As you were about to utter a response, Lily came behind you and saw what was happening. She rolled her eyes and playfully shoved Sirius’ shoulder, causing him to drop your hand. 

“What?” he asked, mock innocence on his features but he was already laughing.

“Don’t even think about it, Black,” she warned, though she too was chuckling. She then handed him the things he came for without delay. “____ is off limits.”

“Why? Is she taken?” he asked, glancing at you as if waiting for you to confirm it yourself.

“No,” Lily answered before you could (again), “but she’s my best friend.”

“And? I’m your fiancé’s best mate. Wouldn’t that technically make us meant to be?” He smirked, eyes flickering to you once more. “Don’t you agree, love? I reckon you’re the maid of honor too—my perfect match as the best man.”

You laughed, a soft melodic sound that he got momentarily mesmerized by. “Well, I see Lily was right about what she told me about you. You do seem like a menace.”

“But charming and handsome nonetheless?”

“Sirius,” Lily walked out of the threshold and began gently pushing him to the direction where the motorbike was parked, “go before I hex you,” she said. “Or worse, uninvite you to the wedding.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll behave.” He relented, waving a hand before heading to the vehicle and placing the fetched items in the compartment. 

Before he revved the engine, preparing to leave, he gave you one last look which consisted of a rather heart-fluttering grin and a very flirtatious wink.

Lily turned to you as he sped off, already reading what was on your mind. “No,” she said, her tone final.

You laughed. “I didn’t even say anything!”

“You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face.” She scoffed with a teasing smile, marching back inside the house and leaving you there, still staring at where Sirius rode away.

****

The next time Sirius got to see you, it was at the wedding itself.

It was a small ceremony. James’ parents were there, all happy and excited for this new chapter of their son’s life, and as for Lily’s family, only her parents came to attend.

Her sister, Petunia, still had an unprovoked dislike towards wizards, a feeling that apparently couldn’t be ignored even for one day in order to be part of her sole sister’s special day.

As for other attendees, aside from some friends they went to school with back at Hogwarts, there were quite a number of Muggle friends and relatives, mostly from Lily’s side. It was for that reason that the event felt… mundane, you could say, with the absence of magical decorations and whatnots—but in the best way possible, as it gave the whole affair a more intimate and solemn feel.

“Padfoot, you’re going to turn into a giraffe if you don’t stop craning your neck like that,” Remus retorted with a chuckle.

Sirius gave him a lopsided smirk, dropping the cigarette between his fingers and extinguishing it on the ground.

He was trying to search for you among the busy crowd, curious on where you might be. It wouldn’t take long before the entourage would be asked to take their positions and he would have the excuse of having your arm latched to his, the both of you ultimately walking across the aisle as the best man and maid of honor.

After a few more giraffe-like actions of trying to catch a glimpse of you, he finally saw you talking with Lily’s parents, a baby girl not more than three years old wearing an adorable dress carried in your arms. He didn’t think much of it, assumed that she was a flower girl, though he did notice a bit of similarities between your appearance and the little lady, such as the shape of your eyes and the color of your hair.

“Excuse me,” Sirius arrived just in time beside you as the Evans went off to greet a relative, “I believe that you’re my partner for the day?” he cheekily said.

His smile was directed to you at first, but it swiftly shifted to the toddler who you still had in your arms.

“This is Esther.” You introduced with a fond grin. “My lovely daughter.”

You watched as his eyebrows rose in surprise. 

“Daughter?” he repeated, though the manner in which he said it had no malice. “Well, that explains the pretty eyes.” He chuckled before doing a courteous prince-like bow to Esther. “Pleasure to be of acquaintance, Ms. Esther.”

Esther giggled, hiding behind your hair in bashfulness, though still peaked as Sirius like she was initiating a prompt peek-a-boo game.

“Where’s this cute one’s dad?” he asked next. You could tell that he was attempting to sound nonchalant about it, as if the question wasn’t being asked to check if you were single or not again despite confirming it last time. It seemed like what he wanted to confirm this time was your current relationship with the father of your child.

You shrugged. “No idea. Probably off at someone else’s bed.”

“I see.” He laughed, sounding a bit too pleased.

When you eyes met again, your lips curved upwards as his eyes twinkled.

****

For the rest of the ceremony, you and Sirius shared conversations then and there. 

You reckoned that without Lily’s focus on you, there was less chances of her reprimanding you if she saw you willingly involve yourself with the heartbreaker that is Sirius Black. You weren’t lying when you said that she had said several things about Sirius prior to your first meeting, all of which involved not letting your guard down and being seduced by his ‘bad boy charm’.

“He’s generally nice,” Lily told you. “As a friend, that is—I can’t say much as a significant other—but I do know that he made loads of girls cry and curse his name back then.”

And as Sirius made you laugh after one joke and another, you could understand why. He was the type of guy who knew what the ladies loved and used it to his advantage; the type who was aware of how good looking he was and yet acted as if he didn’t, this effortless aura surrounding him that pulled you in ever so naturally.

Whenever Esther was whisked away by a friend or any elderly couple that were enamored with the presence of a child, Sirius took it as an opportunity to level up his advances. He’d compliment you, look at you with a gaze that made you a bit weak in the knees, and spoke in a voice that was all velvety and smooth—giving you an even clearer picture that this definitely wasn’t the first time he went his way to woo a woman.

“Look at those two,” you said upon seeing Lily and James sway along the rhythm of the slow music, caught in their own world at the center of the dance floor, “I find it hilarious that he’s the lad she ended up marrying. Do you know how many times she complained about him whenever she came back from Hogwarts?”

Sirius snorted. “Well, in her defense, James was a bloody tosser. He followed her around, trying to get her to go with him for even one date.”

You hummed in agreement. “Yes, but I also heard that he was an arse, always messing with Severus.”

“Oh, you’re familiar with Snivellus?” He appeared amused for a second, daresay proud at the awful nickname—but then realization dawned unto him, and he shifted his expression to a more controlled and behaved one. “I mean, Severus, yes. Severus Snape—I didn’t know you knew him too.”

Your nose wrinkled.

Instead of answering his question, you tilted your head slightly to the side before uttering out what you have been itching to say since he began blatantly showing interest to you. “I know your reputation, Sirius,” you began, “and I’ll have you know that I have no time for funny business.”

“Great. Neither do I.”

“I have a daughter.”

“Yes, as you have introduced me to the little one earlier.”

“And does that not bother you? Or do you like knowing that you can have someone with a child wrapped around your finger?”

His features softened in an instant. “Love, I don’t know what you exactly heard from Lily, but I’ll tell you this. I won’t deny how much of a menace I’ve been when we were still studying, but it has also been a few years since we graduated. I’m not entirely the same lad as I was.”

You were skeptical. No matter how talking to him throughout the evening gave enough proof to support his case (he did prove that he was a man of substance and who knew how to lead a meaningful conversation), you were also wary of putting all your trust in him. After all, this wasn’t the first time that a man charmed you and made the implication that he was going to treat you the best, only to flee the moment you made it apparent that you needed him.

“Okay,” you said.

Sirius chuckled. “Okay? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“As it’s supposed to be.” You shrugged. “It’s a free country. You can do anything you want, as they say.”

****

It has been 11 months since Sirius and you became a couple officially.

Was Lily mad?

She was furious. She scolded you nonstop for days, saying how she didn’t lack in warning you about Sirius and that you should be careful about letting men in your life, especially since the last man you let in was not only an embarrassment, but someone who had made it apparent that not everyone can stay true to their promises.

She was right, of course. You weren’t naive and you for sure were smarter this time around. There was no moment that you ever made it easy for Sirius the second he declared his intentions with you, always being transparent of your feelings and whenever he did something that you didn’t like. Your mindset was always that if he were to give up because of your ‘pickiness’ or ‘unrealistic’ demands, then it would save you the time of investing your feelings yet again to the wrong person.

But Sirius was a different breed. He was persistent. He met each ridiculous request with ease and listened to every concern you addressed to him with commendable willingness to change. Though there were still moments wherein his inherent mischievousness jumped out, when his sharp tongue rolled out at the presence of others and you saw a side of him that you didn’t particularly like—at the end, Sirius knew when to apologize and how to show you that he wasn’t all talk in saying that he was ready to change for the better for you.

As for his relationship with Esther… well, you thought that was the most compelling thing about being with Sirius, just seeing him effortlessly take on the role of her father figure without being asked to.

“Oh, Merlin, you must be the most adorable little lady in the world, darling,” Sirius cooed at Esther as he adjusted the backpack worn behind her shoulders, dressed in light denim overalls with a white shirt underneath.

She was going on a trip with your brother, along with his wife and two kids, and was going to be picked up a few minutes from now. Sirius had insisted the night prior to sleeping at your place to help you pack Esther’s things, given how the trip was going to last three days, and when you woke up this morning to prepare breakfast and some snacks she could bring, saw that Sirius had already prepared it for you.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” you mused.

“I don’t.”

“Then how—” you cut yourself off at the reminder of him being like Lily, a wizard, and the sight of the smirk plastered on his face. “Right, right. Almost forgot about that one.”

“Sirius,” you heard your daughter chime while you checked her belongings, making sure that everything was set, “will you still be here when I get back?”

Sirius smoothed her hair. “Hm, that depends, love. You know I don’t actually live here, don’t you?” He teased her.

“But you’s always sleeping here!”

“Yes, because I like spending time with your mum.” He chuckled. “And you, of course. You can’t quite sleep without me reading you your favorite storybook.”

She nodded. “Tha’s ‘cause I likes it when you read it.”

“More than you like listening to Mummy?” You jumped in the conversation, crossing your arms in fake hurt. “I’m wounded, darling.  Aren’t I supposed to be your favorite?”

Esther grinned rather sheepishly. “You’s still are, Mummy. But when Sirius reads me my storybooks, he makes the characters all come to life!”

Before you could process the implication of what she said, two loud honks from a vehicle outside announced your brother’s arrival and Sirius was quick to take advantage of the distraction, ushering you to greet your brother outside while he helped with bringing Esther’s things to the car.

Once all things were settled, you kissed Esther’s cheek goodbye, a wet smooch that she giggled to, and said your farewells to your brother, his wife, and your two nieces that you hugged tightly and gave sweet kisses to as well before you stepped back in the driveway, waving as they drove off.

You turned your heel around the second the car was far enough, looking at Sirius who was leaning casually on the door frame of the front door.

“What?” he asked, but you knew that he was already aware of what the look meant.

You reached him as you entered the small house. “Do you use magic whenever you’re reading books to Esther?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“No, absolutely not.” 

You raised an eyebrow, in which Sirius finally grinned. 

“Okay, maybe sometimes.” He yielded. “But I promise, it’s all harmless. I just make the drawings move and run around her bedroom.”

“You…” a sigh escaped your mouth at his statement, “you make the drawings move? And, and run?”

He nodded. “It’s a simple charm, really. Makes Esther all excited too. Sometimes she even requests that I make them life sized so she could play with them.”

“Is that even allowed?”

“Well, she’s a kid, so I reckon she’d blame it to her imagination if she ever does remember this in the future.” He laughed.

You couldn’t help but laugh too, seeing his point yet still being in disbelief at the reality of all of this. You were never that weirded out by magic—in fact, you were amazed by the existence of it—but as someone who grew up with completely mundane stuff, you still couldn’t grasp its possibility and how casual Sirius was whenever the topic arose.

“You’re lucky she adores you, Sirius,” you told him, laughing and shaking your head. “If not, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself out of this one.”

The grin was still on his mouth as he gently hauled you closer to him. “What can I say? My charisma is universal.”

“I think I beg to differ.” 

“Oh, are you saying that it doesn’t work on you? You haven’t fallen for my irresistible allure yet?”

“And if I were to say no?”

He kissed you, slow and lingering, enough to make your head spin a bit at how his lips moved with cognizance of what you liked. When he pulled back, he flashed you a rakish smirk that had you weak in the knees.

“Then I’ll have to change that. Can’t have Esther’s gorgeous mother not fall for me, can’t we?”

“You’ll survive.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

Another kiss. You grinned at how you could feel the intent behind the gesture.

“But seriously,” you pulled back momentarily to look him deeply in the eyes, “thanks for being there for Esther. I appreciate how you make her laugh and all. I can see that she likes being with you.”

He smiled in response. It was sincere and warm, a side of him that you have come to witness and love for the past months. “No need to thank me, darling. The kid isn’t hard to adore either. I’d say I’m honored to be part of her life.”

You continued to gaze at Sirius, his words making you feel fuzzy and gooey inside. You never thought you’d get to this point of yours and his relationship. You always assumed that he was going to get tired one way or another, or perhaps realize that dating a single mother was not for him, but here he was, smitten with you and treating your daughter as if she was his own.

“Fine, I’ll take it back.” You slyly pulled the collar of his shirt down so you could be the one to kiss him, Sirius smirking against you as you did. “Maybe I’m not immune to your irresistible allure after all.”

He laughed, the beat of his heart syncing with yours. 

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♥︎summary: When you stumble across the Instagram of a rising rapper named Thanos whose music and charisma captivate you, you never expect for a relationship to blossom. Taking a leap of faith you travel to visit him in Korea. The chemistry between you two is undeniable. Though one night and one little pill drives a wedge between you, causing you to return home feeling heartbroken and hopeless. Just when you start to move on Thanos reaches out, desperate to make admins. Against all odds you give the purple haired man one final chance. Where music and your deep rooted feelings for each other intertwine you together again.

♥︎trigger warnings: au, no squid game. afab reader, sexual themes, brief descriptions of verbal/physical abuse, drinking, drug use, oc thanos. minors dni!! 18+

♥︎a/n: 10.3k words. purple text is thanos, pink text is you. credit goes to @lexalith for my inspo from their fic 'friends' plz read it, it's so good :')

It was never your intention to fall for him. For Thanos. A korean rapper you met on Instagram who slid into your dm’s so casually. Your friend had sent you a link to his music, and after listening to it you searched for him on Instagram. His music wasn’t really your taste, per say, but his voice was what caught your attention. The way he rapped, the words spilling off his tongue so easily. His seemingly cocky attitude. It drew you in. After scrolling through all of his posts you decided to follow him. His feed was pictures of him in a recording studio, arms wrapped around women dressed in tiny clothes, his smoking. You could tell he lived a party boy lifestyle.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to follow you back. He wasn’t very famous, but he still had no reason to follow you back. So you always wondered why he did it. Until he started interacting with you. He’d like your posts and stories, occasionally he’d comment on them. You never thought much of it, thinking it was a way for him to attract more fans. Then one day as you sat on your couch studying, your phone vibrated on the table next to you. Absent-mindedly your hand grabbed for it and when your eyes tore away from your homework to see the notification you were in shock.

Instagram: direct message from legendthanos. Your finger hesitated before opening the app and then your messages. you haven’t posted in awhile senorita. miss seeing your pretty face :( 

You sat in utter disbelief. This had to be some sort of prank, a sick joke. This man had no clue who you were. You didn’t even live in Korea; in fact you didn’t even technically live in England, you were just there to study abroad. Thoughts raced through your head and you fought with yourself to even respond to him. But then you gave in–I mean what could go wrong? He doesn’t even know you, if it got weird you could just block him. You decided to keep it short and to the point. 

nocturnalnymph: you don’t even know me, but thanks

legendthanos: i could get to know you 

notcurnalnymph: nahhh i don’t think you’d want to

legendthanos: don’t play hard to get mama, lemme get to know you

notcurnalnymph: mama? really?

legendthanos: ;)

The messages went on like that for a few days. He’d ask how you were doing, or he’d message you saying he was bored and wanted to talk. He’d send pictures of whatever he was doing. And you. Well you kept your replies limited, and when you did reply they were nothing special. Part of you felt bad because you didn’t want to come off as rude, but you also didn’t want to lead him on considering you didn’t even live in the same country. Neither of you had a chance.

Thanos was persistent though. Even if you didn’t reply, he’d keep on messaging you. You had to give it to him, the messages did make your day every time you saw them. Eventually you started to reply more. You had even started to send him pictures too. Of your outfit, or your homework, or random things throughout your day. Then one day with no other words he sent you his phone number. The numbers stared at you, daring you to save them. You did.

The two of you began texting which was a lot easier than messaging on Instagram. Any time you’d see that the three little dots pop up to indicate he was typing you would grow excited. You had a mini heart attack every time he replied to you. A smile was always present on your face anytime you’d talk to him. Your friends began to grow concerned about why you were glued to your phone. You had never been one to be on your phone all the time. But with Thanos on the other end you couldn’t resist. You played it off, lying and saying it was someone you met at a bar. They couldn’t know it was Thanos. They would think you were insane! Hell, maybe you were.

Texts turned into phone calls which turned into facetime calls. The time difference was difficult, but the two of you figured it out. Thanos would say he didn’t care if he had to stay up all night, as long as he got to see you. The two of you would talk about anything and everything. There was never a lull in your conversations. He even told you his real name. You knew deep down he was probably using you, but the feeling of being liked outweighed that thought.

You laid in bed, blankets pulled up around you as you watched Thanos on the other side of the phone. He was getting ready for a show. You helped him pick out an outfit and now you sat watching him fix his hair. Occasionally he’d stop to hit his vape, always smirking at you as he blew out the smoke. You’d tease him, telling him how bad it was for him. “I wish I could go to your show.” you mumbled, pouting at him. Thanos chuckled, “Baby girl, I told you I’d pay for you to come anytime you want. I’m just waiting for you to say when.” The nickname made you blush. He always had some sort of nickname for you. He was the king of sweet talk. Calling you baby girl, or beautiful, or your favorite being ‘his girl.’ Damn it made you feel special.

Then one day you received a text from Thanos, you knew it was late in Korea. You sat in shock as you stared at the picture on your phone. 

I know you did NOT just send me a picture of your dick 🫣

oops wrong person

lol jk

all for you baby ;)

Su bong! 

Facetiming him grew less and less innocent when one day he answered right after a shower. His chest still dripping with water. You knew he was naked and you tried not to stare. How could you not!? His tattooed skin glistened. He teased you that night, going on and on about how you were staring. Practically drooling like a dog. And before you knew it you were watching him jerk off. You sat in your bed, eyes wide. You didn’t even want to blink in fear you would miss something. Your thighs pressed together to relieve the pressure you felt between them. It didn’t stop there. The two of you frequently found yourself sending dirty photos, and getting off together. It became routine. Talk about your days, flirt, jerk off. Hearing your name fall off his lips never failed to make you wet. 

A few more weeks passed and you finally agreed to meet him. It was spring break so you didn’t have to worry about school for two weeks. You didn’t tell him at first, and booked your ticket with your own money. Once he found out he wasn’t very happy. Complaining to you how he had wanted to pay for it. You rolled your eyes, ignoring his complaints. “If you keep it up I’ll cancel my trip.” you said, though it was an empty threat.

Once at the airport you texted him. About to get on the plane, see you in 12 short hours! 😚 He replied quickly, safe travels mama xoxo. A few seconds later he sent another: can’t wait to get my hands on you ;). The trip was long and stressful. You hated flying, especially by yourself. As you grabbed your suitcase you stopped by the bathroom to freshen up. You fixed your hair, put on some perfume and hoped that even though you weren’t dressed up that he would still think you were cute. It was a silly thought, you shouldn’t care what he thinks of you…but you did.

Thanos stood in the airport waiting for you. He had stepped outside multiple times to smoke in hopes to ease his nerves. He was a wreck. Never before had he been so nervous over a girl. He was Thanos, the rapper. The man who could get any woman he wanted, whenever he wanted. But something about you was different. Talking to you felt different than flirting with any other girl. He raked his hands through his purple hair for what had to be the hundredth time then headed back inside. 

You watched as the purple haired man entered the doors, and you stopped in your tracks. The two of you stared at each other before he rushed towards you. Thanos tightly snaked his hands around your waist, your arms going around his neck. “Fuck you smell so good,” he groaned, burrying his face in your hair. Your skin flushed with a warm blush. “What a great first thing to say to me.” you teased him. “Goddamn, you are so much sexier in person.” his words rolled off his tongue. His voice sent shivers down your spine. He had pulled back just enough to admire you, smirking. 

You followed him out to his car, allowing him to carry your suitcase. His height towered over you, making your normal confident self feel small and shy. His car smelt like weed mixed with the scent of his cologne. It was overwhelming, intoxicating in the best possible way. The drive to his place was short and you stared out the window the whole time. The only place you had traveled before was to London for school. Never had you expected to be in Korea, especially with a man you had been flirting with from Instagram. If your friends or god forbid your parents knew what you were doing you’d be in so much trouble.

“Seoul is really pretty.” you commented, following him up to his tiny apartment. Thanos laughed, “it’s alright, great parties though.” he unlocked the door and pushed it open for you. The apartment looked no different than what you had seen on facetime. It was messy–clothes and shoes strung about, but it didn’t bother you. You were just thankful he was letting you stay here and not making you pay for a hotel. You stood in his living room, watching him as he set your stuff in his room then came back out to you. Shyly your fingers fumbled with the seam of your sweater. Feeling self conscious under his gaze.

Thanos grabbed for your hand, pulling you a step closer to him. “Wanna go out tonight?” he offered, and you shrugged. You really didn’t care what the two of you did. “My friend, Nam Gyu, he owns Club Pentagon. Shit gets crazy there! Or are you not a club girl?” his hand caressed your cheek briefly. You didn’t want to lie to him, you rarely partied. Once in a while you would go out drinking with your friends, but it was rare. “I can be a club girl if that’s what you want.” you teased him, reaching up to ruffle his hair. Thanos tightened his grip on you. “Yeah, that’s my girl.” he mumbled, bringing you into a hug.

That evening you were thankful you decided to pack at least one nicer outfit. You knew he’d want to party, it was his signature. You threw on a tight skirt, and a random band shirt that you tied in the front exposing the skin of your stomach. You didn’t have any heels, so you settled for your platform doc martens–good enough, you thought. Your makeup was simple and you wore your hair down, knowing how much Thanos loved it like that.

Thanos sat vaping on his couch and playing on his phone when you walked in. His eyes slowly drifted up and down your body as if to mesmerize every curve. Worried that if he blinked you would disappear into thin air before his very eyes. He cleared his throat, letting out a few compliments as the two of you walked down to his car. Even though he had called you sexy and beautiful before…this time felt different. You picked at your nail polish when he drove, beginning to feel anxious. Sensing your unease he reached out and rested a hand on your knee. It caught you off guard, but it did soothe your nerves.

At the club Thanos never let you out of his sight. He’d always be touching you in some way. An arm around your shoulders, his hand in yours; not wanting you to go anywhere without him. The club was huge and packed tightly with people. The smell of sweat, weed, and alcohol made your head feel fuzzy. You took a few shots with Thanos and his friends, but tried not to drink too much. You were a lightweight, and there was no way you’d embarrass yourself in front of him on the first night. He danced with you and even in the sea of people it felt like it was just you and him. 

Nothing happened that night. Or the next two nights. You were a little disappointed he hadn’t even kissed you. You knew him to be so bold and cocky, and even though he did act like that around you he still hadn’t made a move. You weren’t going to. Not until you knew he felt the same. Texting and facetime were so different than in person. What if he simply didn’t find you as attractive in person?

The next couple days were the same. You two would spend the day together doing different things around the city and go party at night. In fact, you were beginning to really like going out with him. Maybe clubbing was your thing, you just needed a man like Thanos with you. Tonight you wore one of his shirts. Your favorite one. It was bright green and fell mid thigh on you. You paired it again with your boots, but wore the shirt as a dress. Thanos became more handsy that night. 

You two drank together at Club Pentagon and you grew bold enough to pull him out to the dance floor. Back pressed tightly against his chest you swayed your hips. “So fucking hot. Wearing my favorite fucking shirt, fuck.” he groaned, his fingers digging into your hips. The alcohol in your system seemed to make you feel bold. “You really like it?” you teased, tilting your head back to look up at him. He stared into your eyes with his half lidded ones. His eyes were dark. “Fuck yeah–fuck.” he grumbled, closing his eyes momentarily. He felt him against your back, his cock straining against his jeans. 

You hadn’t planned on having sex with him so soon, but damn he made it so hard to resist him. Turning in his arms, your hand tangled in the back of his hair, pulling him roughly to your lips. Thanos kissed you back with just as much passion. His fingers drifted up under the shirt you wore, and trailed higher and higher. Part of you felt shy and worried others would see. But the other part of you just wanted to jump his bones. 

The two of your lips moved in sync as if they were meant for each other. Your fingers played with his hair and soon you pulled yourself off him to catch your breath. Heart pounding in your chest while you stared up at him. Lips swollen from kissing. Cheeks hot with a blush. Your eyes stole a quick glance down at his jeans. 

“You just gonna tease me? Or are you gonna finish what you started baby?” his voice was teasing, trying to get a rise out of you. Trying to fluster you. You held your chin high. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you replied innocently. Then you turned to walk back to the bar. Thanos stood in the middle of the dance floor, mouth agape as you walked away. “Fucking tease.” he muttered to himself, taking a drag from his vape. 

You weren’t alone for very long at the bar when Thanos caught up to you. He slid into the seat next to you and buried his face into your neck. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he said just barely loud enough for you to hear over the music. “Wearing my fucking shirt, pressing your ass against me–I think you need to finish what you started.” your body stiffened just slightly. “Unless you’re too scared.” “Never.” you grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the nearest bathroom. 

He barely shoved the two of you into a small stall before you were tugging his jeans down. Thanos leaned back against the door, staring down at you. His chest rising and falling quickly. You had to admit you were nervous. It had been a long time since you had been with a guy. But you acted so cocky over the phone, you couldn’t let your facade slip now. His cock sprung out of his boxers and you sunk to your knees before him. He wasted no time in tangling his hand into your hair. Though he wasn’t rough he was firm, holding your head in place. He grasped his cock with his free hand, tapping it against your cheek. Then against your lips. Silently you opened your mouth. 

The sound that escaped his lips was animalistic. You took him in your mouth, grabbing onto his thighs to steady yourself. You let him move your head and thrust into your mouth. His cock hit the back of your throat. Tears welled in your eyes as you held back a gag. But you let him continue. You let him fuck your mouth however he pleased. Warmth spread through you, your thighs clenching together to relieve some of the pressure building up. Thanos continued to huff and groan above you, finding it hard to keep his eyes open. His head leaned back against the door but he kept his eyes on yours. You never closed your eyes. Wanting to watch him the whole time.

“That’s a g-good girl,” he moaned, his voice deep and lust filled. “My good girl, hmm.” you nodded ever so slightly. “Gonna make me cum with your pretty little mouth.” he said, making you squeeze his thighs. Thanos' hips moved more sloppy now, his pace faltering ever so slightly as he reached his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck,” he cursed. “Look at you taking it. Look beautiful with your mouth on my cock.” and with that, he came. Even though his hand stopped moving, you continued to move your head. Wanting to get every last drop of cum from him. Once you pulled away you wiped the drool off your chin and stood up.

Your legs felt wobbly so you reached out for him. He held you tightly, not letting you fall. “I knew you had a pretty mouth, but god fucking damn.” His words made the desire in your core grow. He had always talked to you like that online, but in person felt so much more intimate. Thanos pulled up his jeans, fixing himself before he unlocked the bathroom stall. When he stepped out you stood in place. Not feeling like you could move. 

“I didn’t forget about you, baby girl,” he grasped your wrist. “We’re going home.” you followed him as he weaved through the crowd of people. He stopped briefly to talk to Nam Gyu, who looked at you and laughed. You knew Thanos had to have told him why you two were leaving so suddenly. Your cheeks were on fire and you tugged at his hand, wanting very much to escape the uncomfortable situation.

He obliged, dragging you out towards his car. His pace was face and his strides were long. You struggled to keep up. He noticed and stopped in his tracks causing you to bump into him. He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. “Put me down!” you exclaimed, a squeal escaped your lips as you held onto him. You tried to use one hand to pull the shirt down to keep your butt covered. Thanos’ hand moved yours away so he could spank you. 

He threw you into the passenger seat and the two of you were back in his apartment in record time. Thanos barely had the front door closed before he pushed you against it and trapped you with his own body. “Thanos.” you giggled, feeling ticklish as his lips traced your neck. The way he kissed and bit at your skin drove you crazy. 

“Can’t believe you sucked me off at the club,” he chuckled. The sensation sent chills down your body. “What a little slut. My slut.” you nodded frantically, fisting his tee shirt in your hands. Never before had a man called you that…and if it weren’t Thanos you probably would’ve felt different. But when he said it your head spun.

Again he lifted you over his shoulder as he marched towards his bedroom. He tossed you down on the bed like you weighed nothing. Your body bounced by the force of you hitting the mattress. You laid there; hair sprawled out against his black comforter, shirt pushed up to expose your panties. Panting. You felt like a dog in heat. You needed him. More than you had ever needed anything in your life.

Thanos took his time undressing you. He slipped your shoes off first and kissed up your body. Your shirt was next to go. It landed somewhere amongst the mess of his room. Left in just your bra and panties, you felt exposed. The cold air making your skin grow goosebumps. You tried to cover yourself up shyly but Thanos was quick to pull your hands away. “Stay here.” he rushed out of the room in search of his phone. Quickly returning to you with a smirk. Thanos stood in front of you and took a picture, then tossed his phone to the side. “Gotta have something to remember you by when you’re gone.” he teased.

“Thanos!” you reached up, as if you were trying to steal his phone away but he pushed you back against the mattress. He started at your feet again, resuming his kisses up your body. Every so often he would bite at your plush skin. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to calm yourself down. Your bra and panties were ripped off your body. “Hey! Those were expensive!” you exclaimed, pouting up at him. “Don’t worry mama, I’ll buy you more.” you rolled your eyes at the nickname. No matter how many times you’d beg him to stop calling you that, he never would. 

His tattooed hand pushed your thighs apart. A finger tracing up and down your entrance before landing on your clit. Thanos took him time. Teasing you, because he knew it drove you crazy. Once you were crying out and begging for him he pushed off his jeans. Even though you’d just seen him earlier, you were still in awe of how big his cock was.

Lining himself up with you he took his time pressing just the tip in. You felt yourself stretch around him, and you saw how visibly tense Thanos was trying to hold himself back. Then once he knew you were ready he slammed his hips into you. You screamed out his name, and he moaned yours. His hips moved frantically, the sound of his skin slapping against yours sounded crude in the silent room. There was no way the neighbors didn’t hear the scene.

It didn’t take very long for that familiar feeling to build in the bottom of your stomach. “Thanos..I-I’m gonna, gonna c-cum.” you managed to get out between moans. He praised you, waiting to feel you clench against his cock. The sensation almost sending him over the edge. He pulled out, pumping himself a few times in his hand before spilling his seed onto your stomach. You watched with half lidded eyes, soaking in the sight in front of you. His naked chest heaved, sweat dripped down his forehead. Once he was finished his eyes met yours. A smirk plastered on his face.

“I knew that pussy would be good.” Thanos said. You covered your face in your hands. “Stop! You know that stuff makes me shy!” you exclaimed. His laugh sounded like music in your ears. “Yeah baby girl, why do you think I do it so much? I love seeing my girl all flustered.” your heart skipped a beat when he called you his girl again. 

Thanos finally pulled himself off you and offered you a hand. He started a shower for you and left you alone to clean up. You washed off the sweat and cum on you, then washed the makeup off your face. For a few minutes you stood in the shower replaying the previous events. You had never been fucked like that before. You had never came as hard as you did when Thanos was inside you. It felt like a sin. The good kind. The kind that made you feel like sinning over and over again.

You laughed to yourself thinking about your friends' reactions if they found out. Everything you were doing was very much unlike you, but Thanos made you feel different. You weren’t sure if he was actually different from other guys, but you wanted to think he was.

After your shower you tugged on another one of his shirts and a fresh pair of underwear. You brushed the tangles out of your hair and returned to his bedroom. Thanos laid on his bed, in only a pair of boxers. He was vaping and humming along to music that played from his phone. His music, you recognized. Standing in the doorway you took a moment to admire him. His tattoos, his muscles. Everything about him seemed so perfect.

A week went by and you two spent a lot of your time together having sex. He would take you anywhere; he’d lift you up on the kitchen counter, in the shower, in his car. Your body was sore and screaming for a day off–but you wouldn’t allow it. You didn’t know the next time you would get to see him in person so you had to enjoy it while you could.

One night you went over to Nam Gyu’s house. It was only a small group of their closest friends. Everyone sat around drinking, smoking weed, and laughing. You sat a little outside of their group feeling somewhat left out. You had decided not to drink, and you didn’t like the way weed made you feel. But you let them do their thing. You were a guest, you weren’t going to interrupt their fun. Nam Gyu poked fun at you a few times, and you half expected Thanos to say something but he didn’t. Well he did…but instead of standing up for you, he joined in.

Laughing about you were a prude with drinking and party drugs, but you were loose when it came to your body. The comment surprised you. “Yeah this bitch can’t get enough of me!” he exclaimed, leaning back against the couch. A few people laughed, but you sat there completely silent. “Practically begs me every single day. Huh, slut?” That caught you off guard. He’d never called you bitch. He’d never called you a slut outside of the bedroom–and even when he did say it, his inflection showed he was only joking. This time it didn't feel like a joke.

“Don’t call me that,” you mustered up the courage to say. Your body language, however, gave away how embarrassed you felt. Thanos repeated your words in a mocking tone. It had to be because he was high, you thought to yourself. You watched Nam Gyu give him some type of pill earlier. Thanos had swallowed it eagerly. He wasn’t thinking straight. That’s all…right?

The evening went on and Thanos never let up on his words. It got to the point you weren’t embarrassed anymore, you were pissed off. “Thanos,” you said when you got a brief moment alone with him. He ignored you, taking a long drag from his joint. “Thanos.” you repeated, your tone growing annoyed. Again, no response. “Su bong.” His real name falling from your lips. His eyes snapped to yours. “Don’t fucking call me that, bitch.” His voice sounded angry, hateful.

“I-I want to leave,” your voice faltered ever so slightly. “Please can we go?” Thanos stood up, his posture tall and assertive. You coward beneath him, taking the smallest step backwards. Why was he acting like this? “Get to walking then.” he shrugged, staring down at you. Tempting you to argue with him. You took a second to collect your thoughts, not wanting to cause a scene in front of everyone. 

You bit your lip briefly, wanting to assure your voice would be steady. “I can’t walk back to your apartment. I don’t even know how we got here!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms up in defeat. “Just take me back, then you can come finish whatever the hell you’re doing.” you bargained with him. “I’m not from here. I have no clue where anything is. Please.” you begged him now. Thanos grabbed your wrist, his grip tight. “Figure it out. Go whore around, maybe you’ll find a ride that way. Don’t wait up for me, I’m gonna find some other desperate whore to fuck tonight.” “Excuse me?” Maybe you hadn’t heard him right. “Dumb fucking bitch.” 

A tear fell out of your eye and started to race down your cheek. You hated yourself for crying. Yes, you were hurt by his words but you were more angry than sad. The Thanos, the Su bong, you knew would never talk to you like that. 

“I said don’t call me that.” your voice was more angry now, and you reached up to push him away from you. He barely stumbled backwards, but that seemed to just set him off. Thanos lunged forwards, pushing you back. Your back hit the wall and you felt the breath being knocked out of you. “Don’t you ever lay your hands on me.” he sounded so distant, like a whole different person. His pupils were huge. It was obvious how high he was.

“Don’t fucking push me!” you yelled at him, and without thinking you slapped him. Your hand stung as it made contact with his cheek. You froze. Not believing you did what you just did. No fucking way you slapped him. Thanos laughed in your face before he reached up and slapped you back. Behind you heard his friends mumbling amongst themselves. One of them called out his name, but he ignored them. “Get the fuck out of my face, you fucking bitch,” he growled. “Stupid fucking slut. Leave!” 

You jumped, the loudness of his voice startling you. You struggled to escape how he had you pressed against the wall. When you managed to duck away from him you grabbed your bag and rushed out the door, slamming it as hard as you could behind you. Tears streamed down your face at a steady pace now. What were you supposed to do? Where were you supposed to go?

It was dark outside, and freezing cold. Your small sweater did hardly anything to keep you warm. You tried to retrace your steps, tried to remember the scenery from the drive over. A few times you got turned around. You considered finding the nearest hotel and paying for the night, but you couldn’t. You hardly knew the language; you relied on Thanos for basically everything. You trusted him. But no longer.

If your friends knew about this, they would’ve said “I told you so.” You hated yourself for even coming to Korea. You shouldn’t have allowed yourself to feel the way you did. Should’ve kept everything on Instagram. In fact you never should have responded to him in the first place.

You weren’t sure how long it took you but you finally found a way to his apartment. You were thankful there was a key hiding under his doormat. Letting yourself in, you retreated to the bedroom. As you silently sobbed you packed your suitcase. There wasn’t much you could do this late at night, but in the morning you were leaving.

You changed out of your clothes into a pair of your sweatpants and a hoodie. Your makeup stained your cheeks. Skin blotchy from crying so hard. Hesitantly you laid in his bed. The smell of him overwhelmed your senses. Though you found comfort in it. You closed your eyes and prayed that sleep would take over you quickly. Then your phone buzzed.

baby did you really leave?

answer the phone

ur being ridiculous 

are you fucking someone else rn?

im sry, plz call me.

bitch 

answer your fucking phone 

baaaabbbbyyyy

In between his many text messages he would call. You never answered. You left his texts on read. They would fluctuate from being kind and trying to apologize, to spitting hate at you again. This went on for a while, but you never gave in. “Fuck you, Su bong.” you spoke out loud to yourself in the empty apartment. Before you knew it you were taken over by sleep.

When you awoke in the morning your head was pounding from all the crying. Thanos wasn’t in bed next to you, honestly you were expecting to not be home at all. Then you found him asleep on the couch. He was curled up with his hood over his head, no blanket or anything. A few minutes passed and you just stood there watching him. Contemplating waking him up.

“Thanos,” you whispered, poking his arm. No response. He was still breathing, at least he hadn't overdosed or something. “Thanos.” you said a bit louder this time. Slowly he groaned, rubbing his eyes. Then he sat up and looked at you. “Baby girl–” his voice was hoarse. “Don’t call me that.” you said plainly. “Take me to the airport. I’m going back to London.” You had made your mind up, there was nothing he could do to change that.

“Listen,” but you cut him off again. “I’m not listening to you. Take me to the fucking airport.” your voice was stern, your arms crossed over your chest. Thanos grumbled to himself, pushing past you to grab his keys. The drive to the airport was uncomfortable. He had turned the radio off and neither of you spoke. The silence was thick between you. 

Once he parked his car you reached for the handle, trying to leave as quickly as you could. He called your name. You hesitated, waiting to see if he had anything else to say. When he didn’t speak you turned to look at him. It was the first time you had made eye contact with him that morning. He remained silent. You laughed, shaking your head as you got out of the car and grabbed your suitcase from the trunk. 

Thanos followed you, grabbing your hand before you could walk into the airport. You again looked at him silently. Your name fell from his lips, barely a whisper. “Please don’t go.” his voice showed no emotion but his eyes pleaded to you. You shook your head, your mind was made up. When he realized he wasn’t going to get anywhere he dropped your hand. “Leave then, I don’t care.” his words stung. Deep down they cut through you like knives.

Then you disappeared. Booked yourself a flight and returned to London that evening. You didn’t tell your friends. You wanted to be left alone. You needed to be alone. 

Spring break ended and you struggled to return to school. The first week back was miserable. Your friends knew something was wrong but you refused to tell them. Just saying you were in a slump, you’d get over it. A week later you dropped out of the spring semester. 

Not once did you get any messages from Thanos. Multiple times you found yourself typing out messages to send him. You never did. Sometimes they were heartfelt, professing your feelings for him. Others were hateful, asking how he could treat you the way he did and feel okay about it. Your finger always hovered over the send button, but you never pressed it.

One night as you laid on your couch watching a movie your voice buzzed. Your heart seemed to stop momentarily, and something screamed at you to look. What if it was Thanos? No it couldn’t be. He hadn’t texted you yet, he wouldn’t text you now. You were wrong. In fact he wasn’t texting you, he was calling you. You watched it ring and ring and eventually his name disappeared.

will u answer my call?

please i need to talk to u

baby plz

🙁

You couldn’t believe yourself but you typed out a response. Then deleted it. Then typed out another, and another until you settled on a simple one. It showed no emotion.

don’t call me baby.

im sry

mama 

plz answer my calls

Again his name flashed on your screen as he called you. And again you ignored it.

seriously call me

ik ur seeing these

dont be like this

like what? upset? because if you seriously think for a second that i will forgive u then ur fucking crazy

i know

then stop messaging me.

then answer my fucking call

Maybe if you did he would stop reaching out. He would end things. Tell you to never reach out, or tell you how much he hated you. So, you answered it.

You were silent. Not saying hello. Not saying a single word. He didn’t either for a minute. Then he spoke, “Please just listen to me.” you hummed impatiently waiting to see what excuse he would give you. “I am sorry, really fucking sorry.” Well that shocked you. You weren’t expecting an apology. Even if it was a fake one, you hadn’t expected that.

“That shit I took, it fucked me up. And after you left I took more, and more. Nam Gyu had to take me to the hospital…” he trailed off. Your fists clenched your blanket tighter around you. “Are you wanting me to feel sorry for you?” you finally spat out. “Because I will never feel sorry for a piece of shit like you. That was your fucking choice not mine and–”

He cut you off by saying your name. “No, that's not why I called. I called to apologize…I don’t apologize to people, but baby I am so fucking sorry.” “Stop fucking calling me baby!” you exclaimed. He sighed, “Yeah, sorry. I’m sorry.” Thanos went on to further explain himself. Going on about how bad he felt for how he treated you, how disgusted he was with himself that he hit you.

Your eyes burned with tears, and you tried so hard to swallow them back. They spilled over anyway. You thought you were done crying over this man. Yet here you were, on the phone with him crying yet again. You felt weak. Stupid. 

“I will never forgive you for what you did.” he stayed silent and allowed you to say your peace. “You embarrassed me. Treated me like trash, and then you kicked me out. I had no clue where I was. I don’t even know how I found my way to your apartment. In the dark! In the freezing cold!” you screamed at him now. Your breath came out in pants and you forced yourself to collect your thoughts before continuing. “What do you want from me?”

“For you to come back.” Thanos admitted. “You’re fucking kidding me!” you exclaimed. “Listen, if you really don’t want to then fine. I’ll leave you alone. Just tell me to go and I’ll go. But I want you to come back. I’ll send you the money for your trip. I gotta make it up to you, and once you’re here if you change your mind I’ll pay for your trip back. Just please, give me a chance. If you want me to leave you alone then just tell me now, and I will.”

His words hit you like a train. Heavy in your ears. You had to be dreaming, but when you pinched yourself nothing happened. It was unfortunately not a dream. Silence remained as he waited for your response. Then the word slipped past your lips before you could catch yourself.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Okay?” he asked. “Okay, I’ll come.” you couldn’t believe what you just said. How could you agree to this? Surely he was just going to hurt you again. It was inevitable. The two of you spoke for a little while longer and made plans for your flight. As promised he sent you the money for your ticket, and you purchased it while still on the phone with him. You would fly out in two days.

I’m really looking forward to seeing you<3

Me too

Awh come on! I know you’re more excited than that

have a safe flight

xoxo

💜😘

Your flight again was just as stressful as last time, if not more knowing that when you landed you would have to face him. Have to face your feelings. Thanos stood waiting for you just like before. His purple hair stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd. Your feet felt heavy as you walked towards him. He flashed you a smile and you offered him a small wave. The two of you stood facing each other, awkwardly. Then he hugged you. You didn’t reciprocate it at first, but after a moment your arms wrapped around him. That made his grasp tighten ever so slightly. “I missed you.” he whispered in your hair. You didn’t answer.

The car ride was silent, but not as uncomfortable as the previous time. The radio played softly in the background and Thanos offered you his hand. You took it in your smaller one, tracing over his tattoos absentmindedly. It calmed you down, and what you didn’t know was that it calmed him down too. Even if he looked calm and collected on the outside, on the inside he was a wreck. The time spent without you was a struggle. He was high most of the time, not wanting to be alone and sober with his memories.

Once at his apartment you sat on the edge of his couch not wanting to get too comfortable. You held a glass of water between your hands. Thanos sat on the other side, putting plenty of space between you. Finally you spoke.

“I never fucked anyone else.” He admitted. You weren’t sure if you trusted him or not. “Not while we were talking, not while you were here, and not when you left.” If that was the truth, it shocked you. I mean you hadn’t had sex with anyone else either, but you never had random hookups.

You brought the glass to your lips and took a small sip of water. Your mouth felt dry. “I’ve seen you high before, Thanos. You have never acted like that.” your voice was small, your eyes stayed glued to the ground. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him drag a hand down his face. “I don’t know what I took that night, but it messed me up. I was so pissed at Nam Gyu, I’ve never had a high like that.” his voice wavered. That’s when you looked up at him. His eyes were glassy, like he wanted to cry but was trying as hard as he could to keep his composure. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” You whispered, eyes meeting his dark ones. His eyebrows raised in shock. “I don’t forgive you for what you did, I won’t ever forgive you for that. But you’re my friend, I don’t want to see bad stuff happen to you. So I am glad you’re okay.” Without a second thought your hand reached for his. Fingers traced along his tattoos. He thanked you over and over again, explaining how truly sorry he was. You listened, and never argued.

As much as you hated to admit it to yourself you did forgive him. After all, he was just human. There had been plenty of mistakes you made in your life, continuing to blame him for his poor decisions felt wrong. Your parents raised you to approach every one you encountered with grace. Always try to see their side. Even if his drug use wasn’t an excuse for his actions, you knew he struggled and that was enough for you to forgive him.

Thanos had a show the next evening. It was at a small bar in town that would host artists new to the music scene. He talked non stop about it, and you knew he was excited. Though the way he rambled on about it proved to you that he was nervous. Even if he didn’t want to admit it. 

He spoiled you that morning. Took you out for coffee, took you shopping at the mall. He bought you clothes, and a necklace even though you protested. He insisted on spoiling you. The two of you ate dinner at his favorite spot. The food was amazing and you both shared good conversation. You told him that you dropped out of spring semester. He was surprised because he knew how much school meant to you. He also knew that meant you would lose your scholarships and housing for studying abroad. It was talk you tried to evade. Not wanting to address it, not wanting that extra stress on your shoulders. You so desperately wanted to enjoy your trip. However, you knew when you returned to London you wouldn’t have a place to stay. That scared you.

Thanos offered for you to stay with him in Korea. At first you quickly declined it. The last you wanted was for something to happen again and you be left by yourself. In a city you didn’t know, with no money, and no place to live. You could always find a job, but you knew it would take time to find one that had other English speakers. When you shot down his offer, he dropped the topic. Not wanting to push you.

The two of you arrived at the bar close to 8pm. The show was set to start at 8:30, and he didn’t go on until 9. He met with the man producing the show that evening, and you stood by his side. You offered to hang back and let him do his thing, but he wanted you with him. Everywhere he went, you went. Behind the stage there were a few makeshift dressing rooms. That’s where you sat now. On the grungy couch as you watched him getting ready. 

He quietly sang to himself as he changed his clothes and fixed his hair. Every so often he would take a long drag from his vape. You could tell he was feeling nervous. You weren’t sure if it was because you were there, or if he always had pre-show jitters. Either way, you didn’t bring it up. You sipped the drink he’d paid for at the bar and admired him.

Something about seeing him in his element doing what he loved made your heart swell. You found yourself smiling as you watched him. He went through his setlist and warmed up his voice. His earpiece hung around his neck. Now he was pacing the room. “Thanos?” you called out, setting your glass down. “You’ll do great.” you offered the compliment, to which he responded with a smile. It didn’t seem to calm his nerves. “Do you always get so nervous?” you asked, standing up to walk over to him. Your hand rested upon his shoulder, stopping his pacing. 

“I don’t normally do shows sober.” he admitted, shrugging. Again he hit his vape, turning his head to blow the smoke away from your face. You appreciated that. Without having any alcohol or drugs cursing through his veins he realized how nerve racking being on stage would be. “It’s going to be great! Plus, I’ll be there. You can just watch me.” you offered, wrapping your arm around his shoulders like he did so often to you.

Thanos chuckled, bending just enough that he could lay his head on your shoulder. “Right up front?” he asked, fingers playing the sleeve of your jacket, which was actually one of his. “Front and center.” you assured him. The two of you stayed like that until the producer peeked his head in, letting him know he was on in five minutes.

You walked with Thanos to the backstage area, and handed him his microphone. He took one last look at you, and without hesitating you leaned in and kissed him. It was short and sweet, just a gentle peck. But it drove him wild. It gave him the push he needed to not be nervous anymore. Quickly you left to find a spot up front and you were surprised to see how crowded it was. You weren’t expecting that many people to be there. It made you nervous.

Somehow you managed to squeeze your way to the front. Your body was pressed tightly against the metal barricade they had. As the lights went out everyone began to scream. Your hands squeezed the rail, heart pounding when you saw his figure walk out onto the stage. His music had begun to play, dragging out everyone’s anticipation. 

In a moment it went silent. Then the lights came on and smoke poured out and you heard Thanos’ voice. His stage presence took over him and he radiated confidence now. His voice was sultry in your ears. You had never seen him perform before, and it was mesmerizing. The way he jumped around the stage, and spat out every word without missing a beat. You felt a sense of pride watching him do what he loved. 

The crowd was energetic and upbeat for his whole performance. Thanos’ didn’t look out into the crowd much but when he did his eyes always landed on you. You cheered for him along with everyone else, showing your full support. In that moment you forgot what happened between you two. As if it never even happened.

His set lasted for twenty minutes and when the lights shut off and Thanos ran backstage the crowd roared louder than ever for him. It was hard to get out of the sea of people all packed together like sardines. Eventually you found your way out and backstage. Thanos was laughing with a few of the crew. He was sweaty, face red. You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle.

He jumped but when he looked down and saw your painted nails on his stomach he relaxed. His hands rested on yours and you stayed in that position as he finished his conversation. Your face pressed tightly against his back. Then you felt him turn in your arms. “Hey mama,” his voice sounded a little scratchy. 

You blushed at the nickname, making you roll your eyes. “That was amazing, you are so good!” you exclaimed, never loosening your grip on him even when he turned around. You stood there hugging him for dear life. Not wanting the moment to pass. As if when you let go things would change. He would disappear.

Thanos tossed one of his friends his microphone. He pried you off of him which caused you to pout in protest. He chuckled, grasping your wrist and tugging you towards the dressing room. Once inside he slammed the door behind the two of you. With your back against the door and his body flush to yours you seemed to snap back to reality. You wanted to pull away. You begged for your body to move. But it didn’t. You couldn’t make yourself move. 

He stared down at you without saying a word. Neither of you moved, or spoke. Then without warning Thanos smashed his lips to yours. The kiss was greedy and filled with passion. He bit at your bottom lip and reached up to tangle a hand in the back of your hair. You let him use it to move you how he wanted you. Never breaking the kiss. His tongue explored yours. Your hands gripped his forearms to keep yourself standing. Legs feeling like they were going to give out. 

You went to pull away to try and catch your breath but Thanos wouldn’t let you. He was desperate. Needy. Touch starved. You didn’t mind. The two of you continued to kiss until he finally broke his lips away from yours. They felt swollen from the attack. Again he stared down at you but didn’t speak. So you did. “I need you,” your voice barely a whisper. That was all it took for Thanos to pick you up at the waist. 

Your legs instinctively wrapped around him and he walked you back to the counter. You shivered when your exposed skin hit the cold surface. Thanos wasted no time in pushing your skirt up, and pulling your panties to the side. He managed to unbutton his jeans and barely got his cock pulled out before he was pushing it deep inside you.

The noise you made was guttural. You were loud, and you didn’t care. Thanos moaned your name over and over again; sounding like music to your ears. His pace was fast but sloppy, like he couldn’t keep up with his own desire. His cock reached deeper into you than it ever had before. Your gummy walls clenching around it. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to build up. He reached a long, slender finger down to your clit. That sent you over the edge. Your head hung back, eyes screwed shut as you screamed. “F-fuck look at you baby,” he groaned. “Look so beautiful coming all over my cock. Fuck.” his words came out as grunts, and they made everything feel more intense.

Shortly after Thanos felt himself about to cum. The feeling of your legs shaking around him, and your pussy so wet made his head spin. He pulled out only to soon release onto your stomach. A part of you felt disappointed, wanting to know how it felt to feel full of his seed. But you didn’t complain. In fact you couldn’t even form words at this point.

Once Thanos collected himself he fixed his pants and cleaned off your stomach. He even fixed your panties, helped you off the counter and tugged down your skirt. Still neither of you spoke. You downed a bottle of water while Thanos worked on gathering his stuff. You didn’t want to leave, didn’t want the night to end.

You both stayed to watch the last two acts perform. Thanos clung to you, his back pressed against you and his arms wrapped snugly around you the whole time. A few people came up and asked him for pictures or an autograph, that was the only time he would break away from you. You tried to stay out of the way not wanting him to feel pressured to give you attention. Seeing him interact with fans made you smile. He was so polite, it made you think maybe that version of Thanos was real. Maybe what happened was a one time thing.

“Baby girl I’m gonna shower,” Thanos called out once back at his apartment. When you heard the curtain close behind him you cleared your throat. “Can I join?” you asked, voice innocent and shy. Thanos smirked to himself but kept his words clean. You undressed and stepped into the running water with him. Nothing happened in the shower. He stole a few kisses from you, even offered to wash your hair. But he never tried to make a move. 

The two of you dried off, and got dressed in more comfortable clothes. You flopped down on his bed and watched as he went to head into the living room. He had been sleeping on the couch. That first night back you insisted on letting him take the bed, and you would take the couch–but he refused. “Wait!” You called out before he could disappear. “Stay with me tonight?” you asked him, patting the spot next to you. A wide smile appeared on his face and he quickly jumped into bed with you.

You laid there with your head on his chest, holding onto one of his hands while the other played with your hair. “Thanos,” you started to say. He hummed in response. You stole a glance at him to see his eyes were closed. You knew he was exhausted. “Never mind.” you replied. Thanos squeezed your hand, “no tell me, I’m awake.” he sounded groggy. “Please?” That one word caused you to cave. “Can I stay with you? In Korea, I mean…” you  trailed off, feeling sick at the thought of him turning you down. 

He tensed underneath you. Thinking you messed things up you opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off. “I was hoping you’d say that.” he teased, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Instantly you were flooded with relief. “I was thinking I’d have to get on my hands and knees and beg you!” that made you laugh. 

For the next hour you two discussed your plans. He offered to help you get a job, and you assured him that once you had one you would help pay bills. He, of course, turned down your offer. Thanos told you about all the places he wanted to show you. Soon the two of you grew more sleepy and before either of you knew it you were taken over by sleep.

In the following weeks Thanos kept true to his word. He helped you settle into his apartment. You told your friends a light version of what happened, leaving out most details. They weren’t happy. They worried about you. As far as your parents went you told them you moved for a job opportunity and left it at that. You didn’t have many belongings in London. Mostly just clothes and a few personal items, but you didn’t care enough to travel back to get them. Thanos replaced everything for you. Your clothes, toiletries, makeup. He even went out and bought you a stuffed animal that was similar to the one you kept sitting on your bed. It was a small gesture but to you it meant the world.

There were nights when things got rough. Thanos would go out with his friends, and get drunk or high and come back in a bad mood. It was never as bad as that one night, but it still frustrated you. The two of you had a lot of deep, serious conversations. It took a lot of convincing but he finally agreed to only go out if you were able to come along. You would keep an eye on him, keep him safe. You let him have his fun from a distance, and never hovered. But you were there to step in when faced with the opportunity to try something other than weed.

Thanos couldn’t get enough of your body. He didn’t care if people saw, and he was never shy about showing how much he loved you. Neither of you said those words, but it was obvious the feeling was mutual between the two of you. His rapping career began to grow and he found himself performing at larger venues. You were so proud of him.

He had just finished a show and you waited for him backstage. His sweaty body was on yours in a second. “Stop! You need a shower!” you exclaimed, teasingly pushing him away. Thanos stood tall, keeping you tight against his body. As he trailed kisses down your neck you let your eyes flutter close. “Baby girl, you love me when I’m sweaty. I know it turns you on, huh?” and slowly you nodded. You rolled your eyes, waving off his friends as you pulled him into a dressing room. Thanos was quick to undo his pants and you sank to your knees in front of him.

He smirked, loving to see you in that position. He made a makeshift ponytail for you out of his fist, and you swiftly took his length into your mouth. You had gotten used to how rough he could be, and now it was rare for you to gag. You stared up at him with your wide eyes loving how he got a rise out of it. As he fucked your mouth you moaned around him, using his thighs for leverage. It wasn’t long before Thanos spilled into your mouth, his cum dripping down your chin when you pulled away. 

“Mama, you are too good to me.” His voice was raw from the show. “Goddamn I fucking love you.” The words made you freeze. There was no way you heard him correctly. “What did you just say?” you exclaimed, staring up at him in shock. Thanos rubbed at the back of his neck. A blush burned onto his cheeks. You had never seen him blush before. There was no way Thanos was flustered. “I-well,” he began to ramble, trying to play it off. “No, tell me what you actually said, Thanos..” you crossed your arms, pushing your breasts up slightly. He stared down at your cleavage briefly then locked eyes with you. You raised your eyebrows as if telling him to continue. “Baby girl,” he groaned, “Nah, you know what? I said it, I fucking love you.” 

“That’s what I thought!” You attacked him into a hug, ruffling his hair. He held you hesitantly, waiting to see what you had to say. “I love you too, you big goof.” his lips attached to yours. A kiss that was none other you’ve shared together. It was gentle, loving, full of passion. Your hands tugged on his hair to deepen it. “Now if you really love me…” you whispered against his lips, then pulled away just enough to trace your thumb across them. “You’ll fuck me like a good boy.”

[sunderwight]

Scenario where PIDW Bingge had something like the fucked up baby dimension from Fire Emblem: Fates for handling his kids.

For those who haven't played enough Fire Emblem games: in Fates you can hook up various characters who will, once they've bonded sufficiently, get married and have children. Because there is a dangerous war on and nobody has time for childcare, these babies get sent to various pocket dimensions where time moves differently, where they are raised by servants. They then reappear in the story as adults (mostly) who are also just like, barely younger than their own parents. This is of course hilariously fucked up, for even more reasons than what a simple overview can convey, and it's also just kind of shrugged off by the narrative despite the many, many bewildering implications involved.

So I'm imagining Airplane stealing this whole concept and sitting down to write about Bingge sending all of his children away in order to protect them from his enemies or whatever other excuse, creating special nursery dimensions with Xin Mo only to not really spend any time with his offspring at all, resulting in a lot of them growing up extra fast and reentering the story as adults at wildly unpredictable intervals (i.e. whenever Airplane feels like it without having to remember the timelines involved because *waves hand* time passes differently in the different dimensions too). For the daughters, this just gets them married off into alliances (if they're even mentioned at all, because Airplane doesn't want to write incest and there's basically only one reason female characters get mentioned in this story), but for the sons, this usually has them showing up as upstart challengers to their father's throne. With a conclusion, generally, of them getting their asses kicked and then being sent back to their pocket dimensions with their tails between their legs (Binghe killing his own kids would be too reprehensible, after all). Sometimes (rarely) they become loyal generals. One or two have died to fuel revenge arcs. The protagonist halo extends only limited benefits to his kids.

Anyway, Shen Yuan of course reads all of this and absolutely hates it. What do you mean Binghe doesn't even raise his own kids?! What do you mean even their mothers don't?! Shen Yuan understands that Luo Binghe is an important guy with important things to do, but handling it this way makes it impossible to even consistently visit his children on their birthdays! They'd be having birthdays every day because they're all on freaking Narnia time! And of course his sons keep growing up and trying to overthrow him, surely Binghe himself should appreciate that under these conditions, his children are going to see the servants raising them as parents more than some distant emperor they've never met...? Not to mention, if time moves quickly in these dimensions, theoretically Binghe could just stay there with his kids himself and not have to worry too much about things changing in his realm, because only a few months would pass there! He could have it both -- spend plenty of time with his kids and not worry about neglecting his responsibilities! So why doesn't he do that?!

The answer (never actually provided by Airplane) is that Bingge doesn't really feel a strong connection to his children, and because of his reverence for his adoptive mother, he thinks that giving them peaceful lives with simple people to raise and love them is the kindest thing he can do for them. If he could have had an idyllic childhood with his mother in a place where nothing could harm him, he would have never sought power at all.

But of course, Binghe's kids aren't thinking "oh gosh yeah my humble childhood in a magic dimension was much better than starving on the streets!" because that wasn't ever going to be their fate in the first place. Instead they all develop varying complexes about being sent away by their impossibly remote father and his giant harem.

Possible fic ideas involving this setup:

-Bingyuan where Shen Yuan transmigrates into the intended tutor of one Luo Binghe's most troublesome sons. SY arrives in the baby dimension and immediately bonds with the little Luo, gets really mad about the whole situation all over again, and when Bingge shows up for a rare visit, rips him a new asshole about it. Romcom shenanigans ensue.

-Scenario where SV's Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe decide they're ready to adopt, and SQQ figures out a back door into PIDW Binghe's baby dimensions and just sort of, ehm, borrows some of the children he knows had really bad times in the novel (not all of the idyllic upbringings worked out, there were instances of the dimensions being attacked and the servants there being killed and etc). Bingge eventually finds out. Dramatics ensue.

-When PIDW Binghe tries to summon a Shen Yuan of his own to the PIDW world using Xin Mo, it accidentally creates some stability issues with the baby dimensions. Shen Yuan get teleported in and out of these dimensions instead, bonding with the kids there to various degrees, only to be swept away every time Bingge tries to use Xin Mo to find him again. A handful of years later, a bunch of new Heavenly Demon scions emerge as adults with the Luo family's Shizun Complex in full swing, right around the same time that Bingge finally captures Shen Yuan. Hijinks ensue.

[frownyalfred]

You said you wanted someone to remind you to explain why the stop was illegal in that fic you wrote where the Batfam get pulled over and Alfred has a load of guns so, here's your reminder 😊

Oh yes! Thank you for the reminder. I had a lot of people arguing with me in the comments of that fic, saying the cop was mostly in the right and there was nothing illegal about the stop. I watch a ton of dashcam videos and I've seen some wildly illegal and only mildly illegal stops, and the problem is, both still end up with charges, sometimes very serious ones. Knowing your rights during a traffic stop is very, very important.

Here's the fic if anyone wants to read along with my commentary below. Disclaimer: I am not a lawyer, this is not legal advice, and it might not apply in your specific state or region. It's just research I did for the fic.

The cop pulled over a vehicle that did not objectively match the suspect description at all. A silver Rolls Royce isn't a "dark colored sedan."

Mistakenly pulling over a vehicle and realizing it doesn't match the description is one thing; however, for most traffic stops to be legal, there has to be a reason to pull the vehicle over. You can't just have a hunch. You need to observe them speeding, etc, which we know Alfred does not do.

"Pulling you over as a precaution" -- fine, maybe a jury will believe that the cop truly thought they matched the description. But what comes next is definitely illegal.

The cop asks if there are any drugs or weapons in the car. Alfred replies there are legal firearms in the car. The cop indicates that he'll need to be in possession of those guns during the traffic stop for his own safety -- that is legal. However, it does not entitle the officer to a search of the vehicle itself.

Just because the officer needs to take Alfred's gun into his possession for his own safety, does not entitle him to a search of the vehicle itself. There has been no crime committed or suspected of having occurred. There is no legal reason to search the car at that time.

Alfred willingly turns over all guns in his possession. Having a legally registered gun does not create reasonable suspicion that the car or his person contains evidence of a crime, such as drugs or illegal weapons.

Another thing Bruce mentions here -- Alfred doesn't have to legally announce upon being pulled over that there are legal guns in the car. When asked, he does say so, but he does not begin the stop itself announcing that information. The cop gets twitchy about this and calls in backup. Bruce correctly indicates that Alfred has no legal requirement to announce this during the stop. The cop ignores Bruce and snipes at him when he continues to discuss this.

The cop asks why Alfred has the weapons. This is not relevant to the traffic stop, and Alfred is not legally required to answer. They are legally registered and there is no firearm limit in New Jersey.

The cop cuts Bruce off when he gives legal advice to Alfred. The implication is that he might arrest Bruce if he continues to do so. However, as long as Bruce is not physically obstructing the officer's investigation, he is doing nothing wrong in a legal sense and can provide Alfred information on his rights regardless of being a lawyer or not.

“Any update on that 10-29V?” -- the cop asking dispatch this is basically giving away that he knows by now, at the very least, that this is not the suspect vehicle. He is still completing the stop, however there is no legal basis for it.

"Anything I should know about in the car before myself and my fellow officer begin the search?” -- this might seem innocuous but cops will often phrase voluntary searches this way, so later in court they can say you agreed to a search of their vehicle. Alfred did not consent, and Bruce reiterates this.

"But they all looked spooked when I asked about guns in the car.” -- again, not evidence that a crime has been committed or that there are illegal weapons in the car. However if they were looking for weed instead of guns, this is about the time the cop would start lying about smelling an "odor" he needed to "investigate."

“It doesn’t matter if the driver had weapons. It doesn’t matter if he had a goddamned armory in his trunk. It’s not gonna hold up. Every single one of those charges would be dropped by the time your sorry ass got to the station to file them. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” -- People in the comments assumed Bruce would buy off the charges or something, but truly they wouldn't hold up and the DA would likely be reluctant to prosecute, even in Gotham. I should've said "referred" instead of "filed" here but oh well. I guess that depends on the state. The point is, even if the guns were illegal, the stop itself was not legal and therefore that evidence would very likely be thrown out. Frank is a smart man and knows this.

"And maybe, if you’re lucky, they won’t ask for your goddamned badge" / “That one’s a detective over in Blüdhaven.” -- we see evidence throughout the stop that Bruce and Dick know this is an illegal stop, but they don't fight it, largely because that would cause more issues and it's much easier to get the charges thrown out after the fact if they cooperate. Screaming at the cop who's doing an illegal search and driving away will still get you charges, it might just not be the charges they wanted to pull you over for.

So, what's the overall takeaway? Illegal traffic stops can sound and feel very legal, even when they're not. Disagreeing with a single arresting officer can be tricky and it's easier to fight the charges afterward, rather than risk more charges in the moment. But from a legal standpoint, nothing about the stop, the follow up questions, or the attempted search was legally sound. Bruce and Alfred would have been well within their rights to sue the police department for a variety of things, or make a public stink about the traffic stop in the media.

Laws vary state by state in the US, so make sure you're up to date on your local area. Knowing what a cop can and can't ask you can help you keep your cool and proceed safely through a traffic stop. However, you can do everything right and by the book during a traffic stop and still wind up with a racist or angry cop who ignores the law. Bodycams and dashcam footage are very important in those situations. I think everyone should have a dashcam if they own a car, for a variety of reasons.

I am not a lawyer, this is not legal advice, this is just additional information on the background research I did for this fic and why the stop itself was written the way it was!

[cloudsmateria]

cloud strife x reader - are you ready to cry? cause i’m no good

this fic is impaired by les by childish gambino bc our little cloud is emotionally unavailable but he becomes infatuated with a girl he met at the club, both horribly drunk, leading him to catch some feeling and make some decisions he maybe probably shouldn’t have. they sneak around with each other until he has to cut this off. part 2 will probably come, we’ll see how i feel. this is my not proofread first draft, and is mostly an attempt for me to get better at smut since i don’t do it often. also my new fav song i’ve been previously gate keeping is here <3

tw: alcohol, drunk sex, a lot of sex

word count: 7.5k, most of it smut

wall street was party central beneath the plate, it was aerith who took him here promising a drink at the bar before he’d go back to sector 6, but one drink turned to two, turned to three, turned to 4 and the next thing he knew he was in a club on the dance floor with aerith, sending tifa a message telling her where he was.

it didn’t take long for you to catch his eye, you were already looking up at him, smiling and drawing him in. his head was swirling with everything revolving around you, but with a nudge from aerith it didn’t take much for him to approach you, not a thought behind those eyes to make him think twice.

“can i get you a drink?” he shouted over the music, your friends laughing and going off to the floor to let you have your moment.

“one more and i’m gonna pass out.” you giggled wrapping your arms around his neck to dance with him. “you’re not too far from your limit too.” he laughed, his hands naturally resting on your waist.

“how could you tell?”

”it took a good 5 minutes for you to notice me, you were in your own little world.”

”so you’ve been watching me since i came in, huh?”

”with that sword on your back? yes.”

”that the only reason?” he said smugly, leaning in to tease you. you smiled, going for a kiss, he pulled you forward without thinking. the warmth and softness of your lips engulfed his mind, you drawing away. he looked slightly shocked when his eyes met yours again, in a trance of your entirety. your giggle echoed throughout him. “what?”

“i don’t know, just you. i like you.” a sheepish laugh escaped his lips, looking down. he looked back to check if aerith was watching him, she luckily missed the entire exchange. tifa had come by and they had hit it off straight away, the two of them laughing at the bar. but he wasn’t too keen on them seeing him for the mockery that would come for the rest of his life.

“let’s get out of here, i wanna hear your voice better, see you in the light.” you said, like you were reading his mind, you pulled him gingerly toward the exit, his hand tightened around yours as you pulled him forward, spinning you around to wrap his arms around your waist when you got outside, kissing you like it was the first time against the wall, mindlessly. his hands feeling the skin of your waist in your silly crop top, he was too drunk to read what it said, it was something stupid undoubtedly.

he didn’t care, his lips wondered to your cheek kissing you all over, leading down the the back of your ears and kissing you down your neck, all he wanted was to taste you to feel the way your body shivered when his lips made contact.

“ah-“ your voice shivered. “i don’t know your name.” you whimpered, making his heart throb at your shaky voice, clear in the empty cold air.

“cloud.” he said, slowly pulling back, his breath gone at the look of your face. “you?” oh my god his voice was so hot. you tell him and he repeats it softly. you could’ve whimpered again right there, you could feel pink blushing your cheeks in the cold, something you hadn’t felt in ages and you didn’t want this to be just lust. you didn’t want to waste this moment.

his stomach twisted at your slight change in demeanour, slightly shy. to be honest he really wanted to kiss you more than anything, but decided to lay off for a second. how drunk you both were was also a concern that crossed his mind for a split second, he’d like to think he’d fight fine drunk. whatever, he’s a soldier.

”come on.” he held your hand, starting to walk down the street.

“you familiar with the area?” you asked.

“i have no idea where i’m going.” he said blankly, making you giggle.

”you must be far gone.”

”no, i just want to spend some more time with you.” you felt your heart pulse, skipping ahead a step to look at him.

“well, you’re in luck. i happen to know all the good spots, soldier.”

”lead the way, m’lady.”

you were already in the heart of wall market, the streets were bustling at this time of the night, the alleyways were filled with dodgy groups but you had your pretty little guard dog with you. his face was so pretty lit by the amalgamation of lights you walked through, red, purple, blue, he was beautiful, and a gentleman. 10 minutes into your walk your feet started to hurt so he ended up picking you up, a few giggly, teasing pecks being slung around until you were at the door of your small apartment, the elevated entrance looking over the street of wall market.

he hugged you from behind while you unlocked your door, picking you up on your way in to kiss you, pinning you against your entrance wall while kicking the door shut, pulling off your heels and pulling his sword off with his free hand to place against your door. your arms wrapped around his neck, focused on how soft his lips were. the alcohol had worn of slightly, you were both undoubtedly drunk which made everything about this feel that much more amazing.

“i’ve been waiting for this.” he whispered in your ear, nibbling your lobe while his hands got more adventurous, sliding up your dress to holding you by your ass. your breath caught in your throat, unable to resist the mako-infused trance his eyes cast over you, he carried you to your bed, laying you down gently. the room spun slightly, but it was a pleasant feeling, a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. his hand traced the curve of your waist, his eyes never leaving yours, breath shivering at the touch of the softness of your skin.

all of it was so intimate, so real, the way you looked at him made his heart throb. your hand found his cheek, guiding his gaze back to yours, and in that moment, he knew he would never get enough of you, not the morning after, not in 10 years when you had split ways, he’d never forget your loving touch, soft skin, saccharine laugh. his hands moved to the hem of your dress, pulling it up slowly as his mouth was desperately pressed against your plump lips, revealing your stomach, your chest, your shoulders. the cool air hit your skin, but his touch was like fire engulfing you.

his eyes searched yours for any signs of hesitation, but all he found was desperation like his. he leaned in, kissing down your chest, making you gasp with every gentle press of his lips. your heart was racing so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, you felt so alive, so loved, so desired. his touch was tender, yet firm, leaving no doubt about how badly he needed you, you slipped your fingers under his vest, tugging it upward. he pulled off his top with one hand, you were shocked, staring at his chiselled chest blatantly. you should’ve expected this from his arms, but even then, none of that prepared you for this.

his body was a masterpiece, sculpted from clay like an idol. every muscle defined, the way his abs rippled with every movement was mesmerizing. his arms were strong, yet gentle as they held you down, his chest a book of scars. the light from the street lamps outside danced across his skin, casting shadows that played tricks with your eyes. you couldn’t help but run your fingers over them.

his breath hitched, and his eyes closed briefly as you touched his scars, trying to keep himself under control. his hands slid up your thighs, teasing the edge of your panties, making you squirm. he pulled away from your chest, looking down at you with a smirk. “you enjoying yourself?”

you nodded, feeling a bit shy at his sudden question. “yes...” your voice was barely a whisper, and he leaned down to kiss you again, his hands continuing their exploration. he gently slid your panties to the side, his finger grazing your wetness. you gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to slip his finger inside, making you arch off the bed, gasping loudly.

“oh, cloud!” you moaned out his name, your voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. his eyes lit up with satisfaction, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin.

“that’s it, baby.” he said, his voice deep and rough, making you press your legs together. his finger moved in and out of you, setting a steady rhythm that had you clutching the bed sheets. he leaned down to kiss you again, his free hand playing with your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, making you whimper. his free arm leaning above your head to keep himself stable, his shadowed face watching your blissed expression. your hips rolled up with his fingers, desperately trying to get closer. he could feel your pussy twitch, the heat radiating from you and the warm smell of your perfume surrounding him, intoxicated by more than just the alcohol, it was your aura he was drinking in. he was throbbing so hard it hurt.

he buried himself into your neck in his breathlessness, panting right in your ear, your hand buried in his hair pulling him closer into you. he kissed your lobe softly, every touch left a mark on your soul, you could feel his intensity in every action, it all came out. he felt this was the only peace he had in his hectic life, you unwrapped him to his barest form.

his finger continued to work you, making you squirm under him. “what do you want?” he whispered, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. you bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan. “anything…. ah- you’re enough, anything, cloud...” you breathed out, your voice shaky, you were close.

his voice was a soft caress, the words coming out of his mouth were like a gentle storm, confusing yet comforting, the kind that left you breathless. “are you sure about this? about me?” he asked, his thumb circling your clit, driving you crazy. you nodded, unable to form more coherent words. his fingers moving faster, curling just right. your orgasm quickly building as your legs pressed tighter together, quivering. his thumb found your clit, circling it perfectly, you were at your limit.

“c-cloud!” you screamed, body convulsing as waves of your pleasure crashed over you. he was amazed. your sound was music in his ears, and his own arousal grew tenfold to the way your pussy pulsed around his fingers, everything you did was beautiful. his bulge was already uncomfortable, but now it was unbearable. he pulled his fingers out of you, making you twitch. you wrapped your arms around him as he kissed down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin.

he sat up to kick his jeans off, throwing them to the corner of your room. you could see his dick straining against his boxers, a wet spot at his tip from his leaking precum. you jaw dropped, his size was intimidating and yet unbelievably hot, you did not expect him to be packing this much. he palmed himself through his boxers, chuckling at your reaction. he pulls you on top of him, taking your hand and pressing it against his erection, skin hot to the touch.

“what?” he asks, a playful smirk playing on his lips, watching your reaction. you blush deeper, not breaking eye contact, your hand still wrapped around him.

“iis that even going to fit?”

“dunno. you having second thoughts?” he teases. you bite your lip, shaking your head. yes, you definitely were having second thoughts but that wasn’t going to stop you. you want him more than ever now. you lean down to kiss him again, feeling his cock pulse in your hand. his tongue slides into your mouth, dancing with yours, the taste of alcohol as you mix together. you can feel your heart racing in your chest.

he moves your hand away, sliding his boxers down, his cock springing free. he’s huge and dripping. “are you sure?” he asks, his voice soothing.

“mhm.” you nod, eagerly leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock, feeling him twitch in your hand.

"fuck." he whispers, the taste of saltiness coated your tongue as you wrapped your lips around it, making you want to taste more of him. you lick the length of him, watching his eyes roll back in his head, a low groan leaving his mouth. you swirl your tongue around the head, making him hiss before taking him into your mouth, feeling him fill your throat.

"shit!"

his hands went to your hair, gripping it tightly as you moved your mouth up and down his length, your tongue caressing every inch. he watched you with a mix of pleasure and disbelief, feeling his orgasm build rapidly. he could feel your throat contract around his tip, his balls tightening. but he didn’t want to come too soon. he gently pushes your head away, panting heavily.

“you’re too good at that, but it’s not what i had in mind.” he breathed. “i need to be inside you so badly right now.” his hand went to the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek. the affection in his voice made you squirm, he brought his head down for another kiss. his hands roamed up to your hips, kneading the fat in his hands. he flipped over hovering over you with your back against the sheets, his eyes were filled with lust and something else you couldn’t figure out, whatever it was, it was intense.

he gripped your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. his free hand slid down between your thighs, prying your legs wide open for him, fingers slowly dragging up your slit, getting drenched in your wetness. his eyes searched your own for any sign of hesitation.

“i don’t know how much control i have over myself.” he said lowly, he has pushed himself to his limit with you. you nodded quickly, already desperate for him and ready for anything he wanted to do to you.

“that’s okay, cloud.”

”are you sure?”

”ive never been so sure about someone in my life.” you said, looking up at him tenderly. his heart swelled in his chest, feeling heavier than before. no one had ever looked at him like that, spoken to him like that, your words raw and ripping deep into him. he knew he didn’t deserve this, but in this moment, he couldn’t help but revel in it. if he only had sober enough of a mind to turn away now and stop himself from hurting you.

“fuck… stop looking at me like that.” he murmured, heart hammering in his chest. the look in your eyes was like a warm embrace, he looked down, trying to avoid it, it was overwhelming him. your giggle only made his heart throb more, he couldn't help but smile.

his grip on your wrist tightened, pushing your hips down to align with him, his tip could feel the heat of your entrance. slowly, he dragged it up your folds, drenching it in your wetness and making your body shiver until it hooked against your entrance, making you arch your back. he groaned, the friction was driving him insane. you looked up into his eyes, trying to prepare yourself to accommodate him. he took a deep breath.

“are you okay with this?“ he asked one last time, his voice strained with the effort to not rushing into this no matter how badly he wanted it. this was your first time and you were nervous but sure. you nodded eagerly, cheeks flushing red. it was all he needed. he pushed into you, slowly sinking the tip into you, it was so tight.

”fuck….” he breathed out.

you closed your eyes, you could feel them rolling to the back of your head, a mixture of pleasure and pain. you bit your lip though a muffled moan still managed to slip out as you stretched around him. he paused for a moment giving you time to adjust around him. he pushed in deeper, groaning, the heat was overwhelming as he felt himself getting deeper until he bottomed out completely and you’re sure your neighbours heard the disgusting noises that spilled from your mouth.

“shit, you feel too good. “ he twitched inside you, he cursed himself for being so close already. you felt so full, the pain of trying to adjust to him was wearing off slowly and all that consumed you was pleasure. he watched your face, all your reactions, it made his heart ache. “see what you’ve done to me?”

“oh, cloud.” you whimpered, he loved it when you said his name like that. his face trailed down to your, neck the peaks between your breasts until his hands lost the grip of your wrists to cup your breast, the thumb grazing over the sensitive peak, rolling them between his fingers. the other squeezing your ass. his lips latched onto your nipple, sucking them into his mouth. his hips drew out completely, until it was just his tip left in you just to push back in inch by inch. it was driving you crazy, and yet it was keeping him from spilling into you too early.

“you don’t know how bad i needed you, so good.” he whispered. your hand tangled into his hair, the other digging into the flesh of his shoulder. he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, flicking it with his tongue. you could feel your core clench around him as he switched to the other, his hands supporting your weight. the way his mouth felt on your sensitive skin was heavenly. you clenched around him from the shockwave of pleasure, you felt him twitch. he groaned, the vibration of his voice making you shiver. “you drive me insane.” you were going to ask what you were in a minute, the way he made you feel on an emotional level just made everything that much more intense. “i want you all to myself.”

his sucks grew harder, more insistent, the sounds of your combined breathing filling the small apartment. your moans grew louder, mixing with the occasional whine as he stretched you open, his cock thick and demanding. he could feel your nails digging into his skin, urging him to go faster, deeper.

he pulled away as his control thinned, hand leaning against the headboard while his other gripped your hip tightly, the sound of his groans filling the room. his pace picked up as he got more urgent, hips snapping with a rhythm that made you wrap your legs around his waist. you threw your head back pleasure quickly building in your belly, your pulses starting to get more frantic, begging for more.

“ah! cloud! yes- oh!” his need was getting more urgent with each thrust, the way your body was moving against him was mesmerising, your breasts bouncing in the dim light, his eyes were stuck on you as he quickened, getting rougher, watching your chest rise and fall with each irregular breath and moan, your lust playing out just for him in fusion with your flushed face, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, it was just enough to make him come undone as he felt you pulse and clench around him frantically.

his thumb found your way to your clit, teasing it as he fucked you. that was it for you. your walls clamped down on him, shaking as your orgasm crashed through you. you bit your lip desperately to stop yourself from waking everyone in the building up, nails digging into his back as he kept up his pace, chasing his own climax. he could feel it building quickly, balls tightening as he dug himself deeper into you, body begging for release.

“fuck, where do you want it?” your mind was gone, drunk with pleasure and the thought of his cum in you was too much to resist, you wanted to be his, all of him inside you.

“inside me,” you moaned. his eyes darkened, heart jittering in his chest, pounding against his rib cage. the idea of marking you with his cum, was so fucking hot, it sent a shiver down his spine and his cock throb even more insistently, movements getting more urgent and deliberate.

“are you sure?” his jaw clenched as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge.

“yes cloud.” your voice with that pulse of your pussy around him sent him over the edge. he grabbed your hips, forcing himself as deep as possible, you felt it shoot inside you in waves as he groaned loudly, cock twitching with each spill.

“all of it, fucking take all of it.” he managed in ragged, raspy breaths as he buried himself deeper, you clenched and tightened around him instinctively, milking every drop, you were so sensitive you felt yourself get close again. everyone must have heard that. his body sloped over, wrapping around your waist tightly as he slowly pumped himself in you a few more times to fuck everything as deep as possible, all of his hot seed filling you completely, it couldn��t be possible to have that much cum. you moaned softly as you felt yourself get overcome with the sensation again, a second orgasm, becoming a twitching and shivering mess all over again.

he laughed quietly, his body still trembling with the aftershock of his release as he continued to pulse inside you. he leaned down to kiss you again, you could feel each other’s heart race as your bodies pressed against each other.

“you’re something else,” he murmured against your swollen lips, your legs were still trembling, and you were still deliciously full of his cum and hard dick. you realised how much you wanted this to be more than just a drunken hookup without any courage to say anything.

he took another moment to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours sweetly. “i want to go down on you until you pass out.” his soft voice did not match that nature of that sentence, you felt your cheek heating up at the words. “but i’ll let you get some rest, you need it.” his gentle kisses trailed down your neck, carefully flipping you over so he didn’t slip out of you, your bodies fit perfectly against each other as your head rested against his chest, his hands playing with your hair as you pulled the covers up.

his breath was warm and steady against your cheek, you felt so safe, he was so warm and big underneath you. your eyes grew heavier, the room still slightly spinning, in complete bliss. his other arm around you tightly, holding you closer, his heartbeat like a lullaby. and that’s when the gravity of what happened weighed on you, you didn’t want him to leave tomorrow, you really liked him, and he didn’t even know your last name.

you sat up, looking down at him, his eyes still closed and breathing steadily. “cloud?” you whispered, unsure if he was asleep. his eyes fluttered open, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “yeah?”

his hand squeezed your side, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through your body. “can i ask you something?” you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.

“of course, what’s on your mind?” he sat up with you, his smile fading slightly as he sensed your shift in mood.

you took a moment to gather your thoughts, your heart in your throat. “what is this going to be between us? i mean i know it’s not a relationship, and i just need to know if this means anything to you or if it’s just a one-night thing?” you whispered, staring at the ceiling.

cloud’s hand stilled on your back, his smile fading into a contemplative line. “what do you want it to be?” he asked, his voice low and serious. you felt his eyes on you, waiting for your answer.

“i don’t know,” you admitted, feeling the weight of your words. “i just know that i really like you, i don’t want this to be the last time we see each other.”

cloud’s gaze was intense as he studied your face, his thumb gently stroking the curve of your waist. “i like you too,” he said finally, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate through you. “i just don’t want to hurt you. I’m not good at this sort of thing.”

the confession hung in the air. you could see the fear in his eyes, had he been sober it would’ve been a definite no. yet, here you were, entangled in each other’s arms.

”can we see where this goes?”

he took a deep breath, gaze not leaving yours. he wanted you so badly, but a hint of his sober self was warning him, he ignored it. “yeah, let’s see where this goes.” his arms wrapped around you tighter, holding you closer as he kissed the top of your head. his dick was still semi-hard inside you as you drifted off.

…

you were woken up by the orange glow across your room from the windows. cloud’s arms were still around you, you looked up, his face peaceful with his messy hair splayed across your pillows, chest rising and falling. his morning wood was still inside you, it was already starting to stir, growing in length and thickness as he slowly woke up, your body was still sensitive and full from last night, you squirmed slightly.

his eyes slowly fluttered open, feeling your movement, his sleepy eyes met yours. he smirked, remembering what was happening

“good morning, to both of you.” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly from sleep. his fingers circled your hip, his cock fully hard now, rolling it up into you.

“cloud!” he covered your mouth, not wanting to wake up your whole apartment block, his other hand sliding down to your clit, grazing it enough for you to gasp into his palm. your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he moved his cock inside you, shallowly thrusting in and out, feeling you clench around him.

“see, you don’t mind it, do you?” you felt his back muscles tighten under your hands, your face on his chest, flexing as he picked up his pace. he leaned in to kiss the top of your head, his hand moving to grip your thigh and keep your open for him.

his strokes grew deeper, his cock sliding in and out of you, lubricated by the mess of the night before. your breath hitched as you felt him hit that spot deep inside, making your toes curl. he was like a different person with you, easy going with no need to hide himself, confident. his movements got stronger and more demanding, so big he filled you up completely, stretching you out all over again.

his hips were slapping against yours, echoing throughout the room mixed with your muffled moans and his groans of pleasure. he hit that spot inside you repeatedly, making your mind go numb all over again, tensing around him, orgasm building up quickly. it didn’t take much for either of you to finish, both still sensitive from last night. his hips jittered, your pussy contracting around his cock as he pushed through your walls, pressing you down on him. it twitched inside you, sputtering hot cum inside of you again.

his breathing was ragged, flipping you over again so he was on top of you as he slowly pulled out despite the suction of your pussy, being left empty. some of it leaked out, but he fingered it back in, making you shiver and moan. he chuckled quietly, looking at the state of you.

“good morning to us.” you said as he lay his head on your chest, continuing to push in and out of you. he looked around your room, it was as big as his, though a lot more lived in and homely. books stacked up on the floor, notebooks and makeup from last night splayed out on your desk and a scythe in the corner of the room which caught his attention.

“i’m gonna go clean up.” you whispered, trying to slip out of bed, his arms tightened around you

“stay a bit longer.” he mumbled against your neck, it was clear he was about to sleep again. “it’s only 6.” the warmth of his breath tickling your neck.

“i would love to, cloud. but i do have work.”

his eyes searched yours, the conflict of his want versus your needs. "i'll make it quick." he whispered, kissing your forehead before rolling off you, his cock sliding out of you with a wet sound that made him groan. he stood up, grabbing your hand, pulling you off the bed. the warmth of his cum trailed down your thigh. "we can shower together."

you nodded, following him to the bathroom, the floor cold against your bare feet. the shower was already running, the sound of water hitting the tiles echoing through the room. cloud stepped in, holding his hand out for you, the water washing over him, his muscles rippling as he moved. you stepped in, the warmth wrapping around you, his arms enveloping you again.

his hands roamed your body, the water slipping over your curves, his eyes tracing your figure. “you’re so beautiful.” he murmured, pressing his lips to your neck. you leaned into his touch, his hands moving down to your ass, squeezing it gently, making you giggle.

cloud picked up a washcloth, soaping it up and moving it down your body, his eyes never leaving yours as he washed you off. the warmth of the water washed over you both, mixing with the steam that filled the small room, the scent of your combined arousal still lingering in the air. his soapy hand reached between your legs, washing off the mess of the night, his thumb grazing your clit, making you jump.

his eyes were on your face, watching every little reaction, the way your eyes would roll back at the slightest touch. “can’t get my hands off you.” he chuckled, kissing the side of your neck. his other hand cupped your face, tilting it up to look into your eyes. “you really do drive me crazy.”

you couldn’t help but smile, feeling his hardness press against your thigh. ”do you ever take a break?”

“this is your fault. you’re too tempting,” he said, his voice a low growl. he stepped closer, pressing you against the tiles as he dropped the washcloth. his hand went back to your neck, tilting it to the side, kissing the pulse point. “but i’ll behave for now.”

his hands were gentle but firm. you leaned into him, your breasts pushing against his chest. he took his sweet time, washing every inch of you, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he was afraid you would disappear if he looked away. your heart fluttered at the tender way he touched you, while your hands ran over his arms, washing him off.

his cock was hard again, brushing against your stomach. it was clear he wasn’t done with you, but he didn’t push it, he knew you had to get ready. instead, he kissed your forehead and stepped back, letting you wash off the soap. you watched him under the water, the way his muscles flexed.

you stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself, feeling the warmth of the air hit your wet skin. he followed you, his own towel around his waist. you get into a clean set of comfy clothes, you gave Cloud one of your large sweatpants you normally slept in. "you can keep it," you said with a smile, watching him put it on. "i have plenty."

“why? you do this often?” he asked.

“the opposite actually.” you said.

you both looked at the clock again, it was only 5 AM, and the sun hadn’t fully risen. “why don’t we just cuddle for a bit longer?” you suggested, pulling off your bed sheets and changing them, he helped you spread ita cross your matress, your voice filled with hope. Cloud’s eyes lit up, he didn’t hide his enthusiasm.

“i thought you had work,” he said, walking back towards the bed and pulling the covers aside for you to slip in next to him.

“well, i do… at 5pm.”

“what?”

“i work at a bar, it's a night shift today so i've got the whole day off."

"i wish i could stay here with you but i have to get back to sector 7 at 8. my friend owns a bar and she does need my help if i want to continue to have a place to stay."

"that's cool, are you a bartender?"

"mercenary. i thought i told you this last night?"

"oh." you remembered, though it was still surprising. "sorry, i think i was just more focused on some other things from last night."

he laughed quietly. "don't worry."

you lay there for a bit longer, basking in the warmth of cloud’s embrace, listening to the rain tap against the window. His arm was draped over your waist, his hand playing with the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing the skin just above your panties.

“when will i see you again?” he asked absent mindedly.

you turned to look at him, his eyes still sleepy but filled with something that looked a lot like hope. “im free tonight after my shift, though it's about 1am.” you said with a playful smile. that was perfect, aerith and tifa would've been asleep by then, he could sneak out to see you.

“i’ll make it work,” he said, his voice filled with determination. you couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through your chest, his willingness to make time for you was something you weren’t used to. “i want to see you again, badly.”

cloud’s hand stilled on your shirt, his eyes looking at yours with a mix of guilt and excitement. the guilt was something he wasn’t used to feeling. he was a mercenary, used to taking what he wanted and moving on, but with you it was different. the thought of not seeing you again was unbearable, and he felt guilty for feeling this way, knowing he might be leading you on, he couldn’t help himself. he warned you last night.

you nodded, trying to keep the hope off your face. “i’ll be waiting for you.” you leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling his cock twitch against your thigh, it was clear he wanted more but he knew he couldn’t push it. you both laid there, your bodies entwined, talking about everything and nothing until the sun had fully risen, and suddenly it was 7.30, and he had to leave.

his kiss was gentle as he pulled away from you. “i’ll see you tonight then,” he said, getting back into his soldier uniform. you gave him a peck on the cheek before he left your apartment, the cold air of the early morning a stark contrast to the warmth he left behind.

…

leave a comment if u want a part 2, i’m undecided <3

[whatwouldeddiedo]

ao3 was created so fans would be legally safe from creators trying to sue them for writing fic and from platforms being able to suddenly start banning and deleting creations that we had worked hard on without any notice or warning when they decided to “crack down” on “adult” material. the reason you can post what you want with no limitations as long as it’s warned for is to keep everyone safe from unnecessary censorship because once you start banning things it’s a slippery slope of ‘but what about this’ until suddenly none of us are safe. i watched it happen in real time. i was there when ao3 was created after lj decided to do just that.

it is so fucking frustrating to see people using ao3’s policies like this. we need a place like ao3 that isn’t for profit, that allows people the creative freedom to explore whatever topics they want without the fear of censorship but where people who don’t want to see that content can avoid it. ao3 is a good thing and i never want to see it change.

i hate this for our fandom. i hate this for fandom in general. its a bad look, and i can’t believe people are just writing csa and graphic murder fic for funsies and laughs to MOCK people.

i am a firm believer in ao3’s policies. i think people should write what they want and read what they want and it doesn’t dictate who you are as a person because none of this is real.

but to write this shit and post it untagged (or in some cases mistagged so people open a fic that is tagged as fluff to see things that could trigger them) is severely fucked up. its not cute. its not funny. you are actively harming people and abusing a website that is meant to be a safe haven for everyone in fandom.

the fact that it’s not even just in the bucktommy tag and they’re tagging other pairings now makes me feel like this is just other people piggybacking off of the original one. or maybe they’ve decided to branch out. who knows. but this is clearly a fandom problem and it’s really frustrating and sad to see.

anyway. i typed all of this on my phone. its not even 5am. i don’t know what i even said. it’s probably all nonsense but im just frustrated.

[coralinnii]

Hi! I saw that you were opening your requests for the next day or so to celebrate getting 2.7k followers! First off, I wanna say congratulations, and may you have a good day/night (almost wrote 'not' lol)!

Anyways, I read your rules, and wondered if I could get a fic with Leona, Vil, Malleus, and Lilia being in a relationship with a Venti! Reader? Essentially, Venti is a Genshin Impact character who plays the lyre, controls the wind, and has a playful personality.

‧₊˚✧ As Free as the Wind ‧₊˚✧

↳ Twst guys with a Venti!reader 

feat: Leona ❋ Vil ❋ Malleus ❋ Lilia  genre: humor, mild fluff note: no pronouns were used with the reader, Venti!reader is of legal age to drink, no spoilers regarding the Genshin Impact storyline, minor spoilers for TWST Book 7

Thank you reading my rules, always appreciate the extra effort people make! I deeply apologize for how late I am with this, but I hope you enjoy the post. Hopefully I captured Venti's personality well enough >_<'

2.7K Followers Writing Event 2023

Ooff, did he first thought you were a pain in his tail. 

Loud, cheeky, no fear of disturbing anyone for entertainment or favors… at least Ruggie has the decency to be useful. 

He scoffed when you smile and act as if he can’t sense a dangerous well of power within you, the playful persona you present may fool a common man but not Leona.  

He’ll play your game though. There’s no benefit to him to pry into your secrets. He finds this side of you, the one that would play a soft ballad for him for some booze money, much easier to deal with. 

This is a strange relationship, but Leona can respect someone strong and most of all, doesn't tell him what to do. You believe in free will and freedom above else, which Leona appreciates. 

“The concept of one king ruling over all... I can’t say I’m too interested in a land like that.” 

Leona laughed at your boldness. With you, there’s no sense about stuffy responsibilities and obligations. 

There are sweet days where you and Leona would spend the day in the greenhouse, Leona sleeping soundly as you play your lyre while humming your new poems, the wind carrying your melodic voice. 

“Huh, do you have a song for me? Hah, what do you want from me this time? Fine, I’ll let you play.”

Vil immediately clocked something powerful about you, your nonchalant persona is good, but you cannot fool a seasoned actor like him. 

No matter, though. Vil has no interest in delving into someone’s past like that. Vil assumes that if you must act so easy-going yet private about yourself, then he won’t pry into such things. One must have reasons, he supposed. 

However, Vil cannot let go of your pension for the “occasional” drink or two. Vil doesn’t care that you are older than your appearance suggest, alcohol impacts your body and health as you age so he rather you limit that little habit of yours. 

“Come now, Vil. Another bottle wouldn’t hurt~” 

“Hmmph, you don’t have to worry much about yourself when you’re drunk but I most certainly do, especially when you come to me reeking of wine.”

But you always managed to quell his anger by singing ballads and poems about your wonderful beloved Vil. That always lifts the Housewarden’s mood and you end up with a mere reprimanding. Hehe.

Vil will not, however, forgive you so easily if you get too mischievous with him. The beautiful man can respect your talent with wind and currents, but he doesn’t appreciate the gust you would conjure up if it messes up Vil’s appearance too much. 

“Don’t even think about running away from me. I know you were behind the sudden rush of wind, my mischievous one. Acting cute or sweet words is not going to work this time.”

However youthful you may appear, Malleus can sense an old soul within you which feels familiar and powerful. 

Malleus is often surprised by you, for your playful and bold nature while handling the wild winds as skillfully as you hold the lyre. You bear similarities to a certain someone that he can’t help but respect you and hold you to a higher regard than any typical being. 

Malleus doesn’t hate that easygoing personality of yours. On the contrary, he enjoys that spontaneous side of yours as you suggest the strangest of ideas to a powerful figure such as him. 

“Let's go jumping in puddles and see who can make the biggest splash!“

You are a sociable being, making friends so easily that it baffles the young fae. A few cute words from you and it was suddenly so easy to lower one’s guard around you. 

However, when you’re alone and don’t realize his presence, Malleus catches that gleam of loneliness in your eyes as you gaze from your tall resting spot. A look that Malleus feels a kinship with you in that regard.

”You would like to take a stroll with me tonight? Oh, a race in the sky, you say? Very well, but don't be conceited enough to believe I’m so easily bested.”

Dear Sevens, why would you ever let these two chaotic gremlins be in the same vicinity? Do you know no mercy for others?  

The two of you would hit it off so well, it’s almost concerning. Lilia finds you a delight to be around, almost a kindred spirit even. 

“So, you also took care of a dragon long ago.” 

“Yeap, but he sorta became a nation-wide threat when I decided to leave and go off on my own.” 

“Ah yes, those things do tend to happen.” 

(if you can’t tell who’s saying what, that really speaks to how similar a coincidence that was)

Jamming sessions ALL. THE. TIME. The campus has not known a single moment of rest as you display your musical talents in the courtyard while Lilia encourages you all the way, occasionally playing along with an instrument of his own.

Lilia is fascinated by your lyrical retellings of your world and would love to visit this kingdom that values freedom among all else, and of this dandelion wine you speak so lovingly about.

As a man with his own… history, Lilia isn’t the type to ask too much about you if he sees you dodging the question. He can recognize that familiar look of longing and loss, so Lilia doesn’t press further and instead indulge with you in one more glass of bittersweet wine. 

“What tales do you have to regale for tonight? I’m always captivated by these grand adventures of yours, it’s almost tempting for this old soul of mine, hehe.”