#and this gave me so many thoughts honestly

[missdynamighttt]

↳ ❝ FAT ASS LIKE HERS NEEDS A REAL MAN TO FUCK IT. ❞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ synopsis: in which, you get tangled up with your boyfriend's arrogant, infuriating, and devastatingly hot rival, katsuki bakugou and ended up fucking... one too many times.

starring: pro hero! katsuki bakugou x enemy's girlfriend! reader ⍣ ೋ

disclaimers!: cheating on yo shindo, cheating with katsuki bakugo, body worship, implied mentions of anal sex, oral sex (f! receiving, face riding), manhandling, penetrative / p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie

note: usage of "sweetheart", "pretty", "pretty girl", "sweets", fem reader, implied plus size! reader, mean! katsuki, katsuki calls reader fat but not really (specifically, reader's ass), (hopefully) promoting body positivity. really thought this song gave katsuki vibes and havent seen a fic based off of it yet. reminds me of that montoya guy watching his girl fuck someone on camera lmao😭. time to give back to my community, hope you guys enjoy💜

╰┈➤ [katsuki bakugo was an asshole.] everyone knew that. and when it came to shindo yo, he was even worse. the two had never gotten along—never would. 

which was exactly why, when katsuki walked into the bar and spotted you, nursing a drink, frustration etched across your face, he couldn’t help but smirk.

it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. probably your boyfriend getting a little too damn close to another "friend" again. just like always. this wasn’t the first time, and knowing him, it wouldn’t be the last.

this was the kind of moment he lived for, a rare opportunity to get under shindo’s skin. sure, maybe katsuki didn’t hate shindo that much, but you? you were a different story.

he sauntered over, leaning an arm against the counter, eyes never leaving you. "rough night?"

you glanced up, instantly recognizing the pro hero standing beside you. with a sigh, you swirled your drink in its glass. “you could say that.”

“lemme guess... your idiot boyfriend givin’ you trouble again?”

“…something like that.”

“don’t know why you put up with him, honestly," he chuckled, the sound low and knowing. he tipped his drink toward you, watching your reaction carefully. "you deserve better than some asshole who doesn’t know how to appreciate you.”

your lips quirked, a mix of amusement and exasperation. “and you think you can appreciate me?”

katsuki had no shame, never did. so he grinned, a flicker of something dangerous in his crimson gaze.

"want me to show you, sweetheart?"

one thing led to another and soon enough— you were in his bed, limbs tangled, gasping his name, making sure you see the stars in the sky as he fucked the frustration right out of you.

and after that night, fucking you became katsuki's favorite way to piss shindo off.

you weren’t stupid. you knew exactly what this was. but did you care? not one damn bit. he had you in his bed more than your shitty boyfriend ever did. and yeah, maybe it started as a way to get under shindo’s skin, but somewhere along the way, it became something neither of you wanted to stop.

because katsuki? he was fucking obsessed with you.  

some nights, he’d pull you into his lap, hands splayed over your hips as he buried his face in your neck, pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses to your skin.

“fuck, i missed you,” he groaned, voice thick with something dangerously close to vulnerability. his grip tighten, fingers digging into the softness of your thighs. “shouldn’t let you leave my bed, y’know that?”

you chuckled, tilting your head back as his lips trailed lower. “you’re never satisfied, huh?”

“so what?” he nipped at your skin, making you squeak. “i like my woman soft. more of you for me to grab.”

and grab he did. he was clingy in the worst way—always needing to have a hand on you, whether it was squeezing your ass, gripping your waist, or just absentmindedly tracing patterns on your thigh while you laid in bed together.

katsuki just loved how you felt in his hands.

then there are the nights when he'd lie with his head on your lap, letting you comb your fingers through his hair, one arm thrown lazily over his chest.

his eyes were shut, his expression relaxed, but every so often, his brows furrowed as he grumbled about his day.

like now.

“dumbass intern nearly blew up my whole damn office,” he muttered, eyes closed. “and kirishima kept laughin’ like it was the funniest shit he’d ever seen.”

you hummed, dragging your nails lightly over his scalp. “i mean… you do blow things up all the time. bit hypocritical, don’t you think?”

his eyes cracked open, leveling you with a glare. “tch. ain’t funny.”

you bit back a smile. “a little funny.”

he exhaled sharply through his nose but didn’t argue. he never really did when you played with his hair. it was his weakness, and he hated that you knew it.

your fingers trailed down to his jaw, tracing the sharp edge. he leaned into your touch instinctively, like it was second nature. and maybe it was.

“you’re really pretty, you know that?” you murmured.

his eyes flickered open again, red irises locking onto yours. there was something unreadable in his gaze—something so raw and vulnerable.

“oi,” he muttered, shifting slightly, ears turning pink. “quit it.”

you grinned. “quit what?”

“saying dumb shit like that.”

“but it’s true.”

katsuki scowled, but the way he pressed his cheek into your palm gave him away. he huffed, eyes slipping shut again.

“…whatever.”

and he loved it. the times he's spent with you, whether he was fucking you or just talking about each other's day, he loved all of it. not just because it was a middle finger to shindo, but because katsuki got to have you all to himself. 

honestly? it stopped being about shindo a long time ago. but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t rub it in the bastard’s face.

"she was beggin’ me to keep goin’ last night," katsuki bragged, arm slung lazily around your waist, knowing full well that shindō was fuming. his hand drifted lower, fingers trailing over the curve of your ass. “bet you don’t even know how to handle all this ass, huh? shame. guess that’s why she keeps crawlin’ back to me.”

shindo clenched his jaw, knowing exactly what katsuki was implying. he knew. knew there was truth in katsuki’s words. knew that every time he and you argued, you’d disappear for a while, only to return looking a little too satisfied. "you really think you're some upgrade?"  

"she does. especially when she’s whining my name into the sheets.”  

"shut the fuck up, bakugo."  

katsuki barked a laugh, shameless and sharp. he was pissed, good. that was the reaction he wanted. but he wasn’t done yet.

“she’s a greedy lil’ thing, too. always wantin’ more," he grinned, eyes flicking over to him before locking back at yours. "but look at her. how could i say no? she looks so fuckin’ perfect under me."

your face burns, heat creeping up your neck before he scoffs and turns back to grilling your ex, like you weren’t just standing there, completely flustered.

"did she ever tell you how much she loves it when i grab these—" his fingers trailed down your side, giving a firm squeeze and earning a small yelp from you. "—and i slam my dick into her? fuck her real nice and deep? moans so pretty for me, too. you ever heard it?"

and if shindo so much as opened his mouth, katsuki would throw in another dig.

"nah. probably not. bet she asked you if it was in yet.”  

"well, she's all yours," shindo said, fists clenching, clearly seconds away from punching him. and katsuki lived for it.  

"yeah, figured you’d say that," katsuki taunted. "she’s been stress eatin’ too much to deal with a weak-ass like you."  

and then, just because he was an absolute bastard, he'd go in for the kill.

"fat ass like hers needs a real man to fuck it."  

shindo looked about ready to swing, but you pulled katsuki away before things got too messy.  you could still feel the heat of shindo’s rage burning through the air. it thrilled you more than it should have. 

but behind closed doors? the same man who ran his mouth would spend hours pressed against you, whispering things he’d never admit to anyone else.

"c’mere," katsuki grumbled, tugging you onto the bed after another long day of antagonizing your ex. his arms wrapped around your waist, face immediately pressing into your soft stomach.

he worshipped you—every inch, every soft curve, but nothing captivated him more than your stomach.

he was obsessed, utterly entranced. he’d bury his face against it, his hands kneaded your sides, gripping, squeezing—memorizing, pressing lazy kisses to every dip and curve. he held your body with a reverence that bordered on possessive, like he was terrified you’d slip away.

"fuck, baby," he groaned, nuzzling into you like he wanted to disappear into your skin. “love your body so goddamn much. s’perfect.”

you chuckled, threading your fingers through his hair. "thought you said i was stress-eating."  

"yeah, stress-eatin’ on my dick," he muttered, pressing kisses against your tummy. "he doesn’t deserve to see you like this. doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you."

“then why do you still do it, hmm?”

he looked up at you, red eyes dark with something almost desperate as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach.

"tch, you know why i do that. pisses him off. makes him realize he ain't shit. ‘cause he ain't."  

you shivered at the heat of his lips against your skin, biting back a smile as you run your fingers through his hair. so that’s what this was about. "you sure you’re not just obsessed with him at this point?”

he scoffed against your stomach, his grip on your waist tightening. “the hell i am. only thing i’m obsessed with is you.”

it was the side of him no one else got to see— the way he nuzzled into you, the way he pressed his lips to your skin over and over, like he couldn’t get enough. he'd grumble if you tried to move, holding you tighter to keep you in bed, murmuring "stay here. wanna hold ya."  

he loved how soft you were, how warm—how no matter how much he grabbed, squeezed, or traced his fingers over you, it was never enough. he needed you. it was like he was drunk on the feel of you, the scent of you. and truthfully, he was.

"love this shit,” he admitted lowly, voice thick with something almost vulnerable. he nuzzled into your tummy again, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh. "could live here."

you raised a brow, fighting back a grin as you looked down at him. “oh? you wanna live on my stomach now?”

“yes, baby,” he muttered almost desperately, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction while pressing another lingering kiss to your skin. “soft. warm. smells like you.”

you laughed, dragging your fingers through his hair. “so what, you’re gonna quit being a hero and move in here?”

he let out a gruff chuckle, turning his head to rest his cheek against you. “tch. would if i could. wouldn’t need a bed, a couch, nothin’. just this perfect spot.”

“oh yeah?” you hummed, tilting your head. “should i start charging you rent?”

he huffed against your skin. “tch. smartass.”

you giggled, brushing a thumb over the shell of his ear. “i mean, if you’re gonna move in, might as well contribute. utilities, groceries… maybe even a tummy tax.”

his red eyes flicked up at you, narrowing. “the fuck is a tummy tax?”

you grinned. “unlimited kisses. daily.”

he snorts, pressing another slow, open-mouthed kiss to your skin. “already payin’ for that, pretty."

and you laughed, because for all his big talk, katsuki bakugo adored you. as long as he had you, nothing else mattered.

and despite the way he ran his mouth, he never let you feel insecure. if he ever caught you looking at yourself too long in the mirror, he’d grab you and pull you onto the bed, hovering over you with that intense, fiery gaze.  

"the fuck are you thinkin’ about?" he’d demand, hands gripping your thighs, squeezing, leaving marks. "you’re mine. this body? all mine. and i fuckin’ love every inch of you. don’t ever fuckin’ doubt how much i want you."

and god, did he prove it.

he didn't just tolerate your body—he adored it. and thats why you found yourself looking down at him lying comfortably on his back, eyes dark with anticipation. he was waiting—no, expecting—you to sit on his face.

you shake your head, heat creeping up your neck. "i can just lay down, 'suki..."

katsuki scoffs, sitting up slightly, his hands already reaching for your thighs, clearly impatient. "tch. and deny me a great view? cut the crap and get up here, sweets."

you shake your head again. "i just- what if i’m too heavy?"

he lets out a sharp, exasperated scoff. "for who? me? well that’s rude."

"it’s not..." you hesitate for half a second, but that’s all the time he gives you. 

he yanks you down onto his face with a low growl, his mouth immediately sealing over your cunt. "stop stallin’ and just give me what i want..."

you hesitate, subtly hovering just above him instead of lowering yourself onto his face, holding onto the headboard for support. his eyes flick up to yours, and the second he realizes what you're doing, his expression darkens.

"the fuck do you think you’re doin’?" his grip on your thighs tightens, his voice a low, dangerous growl. 

“i don’t want to crush you—”

“are you fuckin’ serious?” his voice drips with pure offense, like you just insulted his entire existence. "you really think i can't handle you? think you're doin’ me a favor by holdin’ back?"

you try to protest, but he’s already yanking you down on his face, forcing you to sit properly. his growl vibrates against you as he buries his face between your thighs. the way he looked up at you—pissed off and starving—sent a shiver down your spine.

your face burned, heart pounding in your chest. "i just— i don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

katsuki let out a sharp laugh, the sound vibrating against your folds, lifting you by your hips to give him room to speak from time to time. 

"uncomfortable? sweetheart, the only thing makin’ me uncomfortable right now is you not sittin’ on my goddamn face like i told you to."

your lips parted in protest, but a startled moan escapes you as his tongue flicks over your clit, sharp and demanding. his grip on your thighs is punishing, locking you in place as he devours you with obscene hunger.

"katsuki—" you try to lift yourself, but his hands hold you firm.

"nah. shut up," he murmurs burying his tongue between your thighs without warning. a moan escapes you as he groans against your heat, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you firmly in place. 

"fuckin’ ridiculous," he mutters between licks, voice muffled. "ain’t takin’ this disrespect. you ain't doin’ me no favors by holdin’ back. told ya before— i want you—every fuckin’ inch of you." 

your breath hitches, and katsuki smirks like he knows he’s got you. his crimson eyes flicked up at you, glinting with mischief as he devoured the fuck out of your pretty little cunt, tongue glazed with his spit and your slick. 

"so don't you ever pull that hoverin’ shit again,” he warns, his tongue licking a broad stripe through your folds "or i swear to god, i'll make you sit here all fuckin' night—"

his words were cut off by the way he devoured you, lips and tongue working so hungrily that your legs nearly gave out then and there. his crimson eyes burned into you, daring you to try that shit again.

you whimper, thighs trembling, and he doubles down, tongue curling inside you before dragging back up to your clit, sucking just to hear you whine.

"fuck, baby," he groans against you, his voice thick with need. "taste so fuckin’ good."

your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging on the soft strands, but it only spurs him on. his hands slide to your ass, forcing you to take everything he gave you. he’s lost in it, completely drowning in you, and he likes it. loves it. wants more. 

"you drive me fuckin’ insane," he murmured, sucking your clit into his mouth with a filthy slurp. "you’re too damn perfect, and it pisses me off."  

your fingers tightened around the headboard, thighs trembling around his head. “how is that my fault? you're the one who—"

katsuki let out a frustrated growl against your cunt, cutting you off before you could finish. without warning, he flattened his tongue and dragged a slow, deliberate lick through your folds, making you gasp.

"its your fucking fault," he went on like he couldn’t believe you had the audacity to act so damn innocent.

his lips brush against your pussy as your legs threatened to close around his head, but his grip was firm, keeping you spread open for him. "prancin’ around, bein’ so goddamn pretty. takin’ up space in my head. gettin’ under my fuckin' skin and you expect me to act normal?"

you tried to answer, but he didn’t give you the chance. a sharp suck on your clit had your head tipping back, a needy whine escaping before you could stop it. his tongue slid through your folds again, swirling around your clit, and the sudden sensation made you choke on your words.

"katsuki—"

"nah. told you to shut up." he cut you off, voice muffled against your dripping cunt. "if you're gonna talk, you can fuckin’ moan."

your noises only spurred him on. your fingers found their way into his hair, gripping tightly as pleasure pooled in your stomach. his tongue worked you over with precision, switching between sucking and licking until your hips were rolling into his face, chasing more. 

"that's it," he muttered, sucking your clit into his mouth again, hard, and the moan that tore from your throat was anything but coherent, fucking you with his tongue. "you wanna run your mouth? do it like this." 

you could barely form a response, your mind going blank as he sucked hard on your clit, his tongue relentless. the only thing that left your lips was a desperate, broken moan.

"fuckin' knew it," he groaned, his voice sending another wave of heat through your body. "knew you’d sound so fuckin' pretty when you just shut the fuck up while riding my face. could watch you like this all fuckin’ day."

you let out a shaky breath, barely able to focus as his tongue flicked over your clit again. katsuki pulled back just enough to suck in a breath, his lips slick and glistening with your arousal. his crimson eyes burned into you, half-lidded and desperate, but still sharp with command.

“fuck,” he groaned, voice thick with hunger. “touch yourself, pretty girl. play with those pretty tits for me.”

your breath caught in your throat, and you hesitated, already feeling overwhelmed by the way he was devouring you. but his grip tightened on your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh in warning.

“c’mon, sweets,” he rasped, his tongue flicking out to tease your clit before pulling back again. his eyes dragged up your body, the heat in them making you dizzy. “be a good girl and gimme a show, yeah?"

with trembling hands, you reached up, cupping your tits, teasing your own nipples the way you knew he liked. you kneaded them softly at first, rolling your thumbs over your nipples, but the second you pinched them, katsuki groaned, his eyes locked onto you like you were the only thing in existence.

“fuck yeah,” he muttered, running his tongue through your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth again. “just like that, baby. play with those tits— keep puttin’ on a show for me while i eat this pretty little pussy.”

his tongue worked you over with hungry, unrelenting strokes, the obscene slurps and groans vibrating against you as he devoured you like a man starved.

you tugged at your nipples, your head falling back as pleasure rippled through you. your breath hitched, your fingers tightening around your nipples as the combination of your own hands on your body and his mouth wrecking you from below had your head spinning.

“katsuki—” you gasped, thighs trembling around his head. “i’m— i’m close.”

that was all it took. katsuki groaned deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against your cunt as his grip on your thighs tightened. his tongue worked even faster, flicking and circling your clit with devastating precision, like he needed you to fall apart for him or he'd die.

"yeah?" he rasped between licks, his voice thick and wrecked. "then fuckin’ give it to me, sweets. wanna feel you cum on my face."

he didn’t slow down, didn’t let up for even a second. his hands urged you down harder, forcing you to really sit on his face, and the pressure—his tongue, his mouth, the way he sucked on your clit—sent you careening straight into your orgasm.

your back arched, a broken moan spilling from your lips as pleasure crashed over you, white-hot and overwhelming. katsuki groaned against you like he felt it, like he was the one cumming, and he didn’t stop licking, didn’t stop devouring you, even as you trembled above him.

he finally pulled away, his lips and chin glistening with your slick as he sucked in a breath, eyes dark with hunger. he gave your thighs one last squeeze before gripping your waist.

“get up."

you blinked down at him, still trying to catch your breath. “what?”

“i said, get up,” he growled. "need to be inside you. now.”

you whined, shaking your head weakly. “katsuki, i just— i just came…”

“and?” he scoffed, sitting up slightly. “the fuck that got to do with me?”

before you could protest again, his strong arms moved, flipping you onto your back like you weighed nothing. a surprised yelp left your lips, but katsuki was already on top of you, pressing you into the mattress, his body burning hot against yours with his lips on yours.

"don't care if you just came," he muttered against your lips, biting down on your bottom one before sucking it into his mouth. "wanna feel you squeeze the cum outta me this time."

your head spun as he hovered over you, his weight pressing you down into the mattress. his hands were everywhere—gripping, kneading—like he couldn’t stand being apart from you for even a second.

"katsuki—"

"shut up," he growled, shoving your legs open with his knee. "you think i’m lettin’ you off that easy? nah. you got one, and now i’m gettin’ mine.”

you gasped as his hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them wider as he settled between them, his cock already hard and leaking against your folds. he positioned himself at your pussy, the tip of his cock pressing insistently against you.

"look at you," he murmured, rubbing his throbbing tip through your slick folds. "all fuckin’ messy for me already."

you gasped, legs twitching from overstimulation. “i— i need a second—”

“the fuck you do,” he muttered, lining himself up with your entrance. “you’re fuckin’ soaked. you’re fine.”

and before you could say another word, he thrusted into you, stretching you open in one slow, deep stroke.

"don't care what the fuck you say," he rasps. "bein’ so fuckin’ sweet, it makes me wanna ruin you."

your hands scrambled against his shoulders, nails digging in as you let out a choked sob, overwhelmed, tears pricking at your eyes as he kept moving, his cock dragging against your already-sensitive walls. “k-katsuki—'s too much—”

he didn't stop. didn't even hesitate. he knew better. knew you. if it was really too much, if you truly couldn’t take it, you would’ve said the safe word. and since you hadn’t? that meant you loved this—loved how he was using you, pushing you past your limits, making you take every inch of him.

“yeah? then why’s this pussy still fuckin’ suckin’ me in, huh?” he leaned down, his mouth brushing against your ear. “you know what to say if you really wanted me to stop, sweets.”

you whimpered, blinking up at him, your face hot and damp with tears. your breath hitched when he rolled his hips deeper, making your back arch off the bed.

“you like it, don’t you?” he murmured, dragging his lips along your cheek, tasting the tears running down your face. his hands pinned your wrists down beside your head, locking you in place beneath him. “fuckin’ cryin’ and takin’ my dick so good anyway. knew you’d let me use this sweet little pussy however the fuck i wanted.”

your body shook with every thrust, overstimulated and overwhelmed, but the pleasure was so sharp and dizzying, that all you could do was moan through the tears. you sobbed, back arching, hands clutching at the sheets. it was too much, but it felt too good. 

 his thumb swiped at your tear-streaked cheek, his other hand pressing down on your lower stomach, feeling the way he stretched you open. 

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice husky as he fucked into you harder, deeper, making sure you felt every inch. “be good for me. just take it. let me use you, yeah?”

you could barely think, barely breathe, and yet you nodded. and that was all he needed before his grip on your hips tightened, his cock stretching you wide, and he really started fucking you.

his hips snapped forward, burying himself deeper inside you, groaning as your walls clenched around him, still fluttering. his hand came up to grip your jaw, tilting your head to make you look at him.

“look at you,” he murmured, taking in the sight of you, tears spilling down your cheeks, the way your lips trembled. “so fuckin’ pretty like this. cryin’ for me. takin’ me like a good fuckin’ girl, squeezin’ me so tight, shit—”

your body trembled beneath him, your sobs mixing with broken moans as he fucked into you relentlessly. your arms struggled against his grip, desperate to reach for him, but he only pressed you deeper into the mattress, keeping you pinned.

“k-katsuki—” you gasped, tears slipping down your cheeks. “please—kiss me—”

he should’ve been satisfied with how wrecked you already were, with the way your body clenched around him so tight—but fuck, hearing you beg for his kisses?

that only made him worse.

“tch. still so fuckin’ needy, even when i’m ruining you.” 

his grip on your wrists loosens just enough for you to reach up. the second your hands touched him, you yanked him down, crashing your lips against his, desperate for the closeness, for the warmth of his mouth against yours.

katsuki groaned into the kiss, deep and hungry, swallowing your cries as he kissed you hard. his tongue pushes past your lips, claiming you just as much as his cock did. his thrusts didn’t slow, didn’t soften—if anything, he fucked you harder, like he wanted to ruin you completely.

“that what you needed, pretty girl?” he murmured against your lips, his breath heavy, your sobs melting into whimpers. “that why you’re cryin’? ‘cause you needed me to kiss you while i fuck you?”

you nodded frantically, another broken whimper slipping past your lips. “y-yeah—needed you—”

“yeah?” he smirked against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip before kissing you again—sloppier, deeper, making sure you’d never forget exactly who you belonged to.

his rhythm starts to stutter, hips snapping into you harder, sloppier, and you felt the way his body tensed, the way his grip on your hips turned bruising. he forced another helpless cry from you, and he groaned against your lips, drinking in every sound.

"fuck—fuck," katsuki whined, voice raw and desperate as he buried himself deep inside you, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot and ragged, his lips brushing against your own as he lost himself in you. "you feel so goddamn good—s'fuckin’ tight, baby—"

you knew that tone—knew the way his voice cracked when he felt needy, when he was so fucking close to cumming. you loved when he got like this, when all his control slipped away and he was nothing but whiny, desperate need.

"katsuki—" you gasped, nails digging into his back, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "i'm—i'm close, i'm so close, wanna cum together—"

his grip tightened, a strangled groan ripping from his throat as he snapped his hips into you, his pace turning desperate chasing both of your highs. "fuck, yeah? c'mon, baby— wanna feel you cum, wanna fuckin' feel you all over my cock—"

his next thrust sent you over, body locking up as the heat coiled tight in your belly and snapped all at once. your moan shattered into a cry as your whole body trembled, clenching around him so hard its about to break him.

“oh, fuck—” katsuki choked, eyes rolling back as he lost it completely, slamming into you one last time before burying himself into your warm, wet pussy. his whole body shook, breath stuttering as he spilled inside you, groaning out your name like a prayer.

he kept thrusting—shallow, drawn-out rolls of his hips, like he never wanted to stop feeling you, even as he came down from his high. his forehead pressed against yours again, his breath heavy, his body spent.

for a moment, the only sounds in the room were your ragged breaths, your bodies still tangled, clinging to each other as you both came down from your highs. katsuki was still holding you, his grip tight but no longer desperate—just grounding. 

then, with a deep exhale, katsuki finally pulled out, rolling onto his side and gathering you against his chest. his arms wrapped around you securely, his large hand rubbing slow, lazy circles into your back. you felt his eyes scan over you with something softer than before—something almost tender.

“you alright, sweets?”

you nodded, still catching your breath, but the way your body trembled slightly didn’t escape him. he scoffs, sitting up just enough to lean over and press soft kisses to your damp forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.

“liar,” he muttered, but there was no bite to it. only warmth. “you cried, y’know.”

you let out a breathy laugh, snuggling closer. “you were relentless.”

he clicked his tongue, one of his hands finding the back of your head, his fingers slipping into your hair, the other resting on the small of your back, holding you close.

you melted into his chest, sighing against his skin. “you’re so warm…”

he smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. “duh. i’m literally made of explosions, dumbass.”

you lightly smacked his chest, making him chuckle. but his teasing quickly faded as he tilted your chin up, crimson eyes searching yours. his thumb brushed over your cheek, wiping away the last remnants of your overstimulated tears.

“seriously, though,” he murmured, quieter now. “you okay?”

your heart squeezed at how gentle he was being. how, despite how rough he could be, how demanding, he never once forgot to take care of you afterward. you leaned into his touch, nuzzling his palm.

“i’m perfect,” you smiled sleepily. “because of you.”

“tch. sappy little shit," katsuki exhaled sharply through his nose, looking away. his ears definitely got redder.  “you sure, though? i didn’t—y’know… go too hard?”

you hummed, tilting your head to press a lazy kiss to his jaw. “i'm fine, katsuki. i promise." 

he just huffed, shifting to grab a towel from the nightstand. “yeah, well, you better be. was holdin’ back just for you.”

you snorted. “that was you holding back?”

katsuki shot you a look but didn’t argue. instead, he started cleaning you up, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. he was quiet as he worked, his brows furrowed in concentration.

“…was it really okay?” his voice was quieter now, hesitant in a way he rarely was.

you cupped his cheek, running your thumb over the sharp line of his jaw. “yes. i’d tell you if it wasn’t, katsuki.”

his crimson eyes searched yours for a long moment before he finally exhaled, tension melting from his shoulders. “good.”

he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips, lingering there as if he never wanted to pull away.

“cause next time, i’m makin’ you cry even harder.”

you groaned, shoving his face away as he laughed, the sound deep and full of warmth. 

katsuki didn’t say anything for a moment after—just stared at you, his expression completely unguarded. no sharp smirks, no cocky grins—just raw, unfiltered devotion.

he stared at you like you’d just hung the damn moon. like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.  

you reached up to brush a few stray strands of hair from his forehead, and he caught your wrist midair, holding it for just a second before bringing it to his lips. the kiss he pressed against your palm was barely there, but it sent warmth blooming in your chest.

“you’re lookin’ at me funny,” you murmured, voice drowsy.

katsuki huffed a quiet laugh, but he didn’t look away. “yeah?”

“yeah,” you smiled lazily back at him. “like i just saved a bunch of kids from a burning building or something."

his smirk was faint, more of a ghost of amusement than anything. he pressing lazy kisses along your wrist, trailing them down to the inside of your palm. “you didn’t save a bunch of kids. you’re just—you. and i dunno what the hell i’d do without that."

your chest ached at the raw honesty in his voice, but before you could say anything, katsuki pulled you in even closer, pressing his face against your shoulder, like he was trying to hide.

“go to sleep,” he grumbled, voice muffled against your skin. “say any dumb shit about it, and i’ll smother you.”

you couldn’t help but smile as you curled against him, feeling the way his arms locked around you just a little tighter. “mhm. goodnight, katsuki.”

and then you smiled—sleepy, content, completely at ease in his arms.

katsuki stiffened. just for a second. just enough for you to feel the way his breath hitched, the way his hold on you tightened like he was trying to keep himself together.

fuck.

that damn smile. that look on your face. like he was your whole world. like you trusted him. like you loved him.

he clenched his jaw, exhaling slowly through his nose, like that would do anything to calm the way his heart was fucking pounding.

"goodnight." 

he was fucked. absolutely, completely, and hopelessly fucked.

because thats when katsuki bakugo realized he was in love with you. and he couldn't do anything about it.

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[sleepyswriting]

Have a baby by me, baby and be a millionaire

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Sukuna. R

Sukuna pays to breed you for an heir

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Warnings: !true form !Sukuna, village girl !reader, Dacryphilia, Somnophilia, power imbalance, noncon/dubcon, breeding, psychological and emotional manipulation, stalking, captivity, emotional distress, physical domination, possessiveness, slight size kink

Sukuna the king of curses offers you, the pretty little thing in the nearby village a handsome reward if you let him stuff you with his cock and impregnate you

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Word count: 4.7k

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Author’s Note: Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you like this, this is my first time writing something dark <3 it is edited I went through and edited it but I’m dyslexic so had my friend look through to see if I missed anything :D

Sukuna wanting you to have his child happened by accident. He remembers the day he first saw you, he was standing by the river north of the village so he was closer to the forest. He was cleansing his hand from the blood of his very recent hunting session when he saw you coming along carrying a wooden bucket. He watched as you squat down to fill the bucket and by God you were the definition of the word beautiful, honestly he thought you were too good for the word beautiful, you deserved something more than just plain ole beautiful. Everything about you gave soft and nurturing. The gentle way you looked at your younger sibling as they babbled about whatever, the bright smile when they said something silly that made your eyes crinkle ever so slightly, he couldn't miss the way your eyes shone and your skin glowed in the setting sun. Something about you made him want you in every sense of the word and he couldn't figure out what or why. All he knew was that he needed you, to have you, to own you, to ruin you. Nothing was going stop him from having you

He quickly retreated into the woods to make his way back to his estate, the land filled with concubines. He was ready for a heir to raise and train to be the next him, he was going to have one of his many concubines carry his child but the more he thought about it, he didn’t want one of his plain Jane concubines to have his child. Every time he thought about an heir, your face would pop up in his mind. He wanted you. He went back to the river everyday to see if he could catch you again. He had heard through the grapevine that there was a man in so much debt, he would pass it on his grandchild, but when he found out that that man was your father, he was ready to make a deal with you that you couldn’t decline. The day he finally caught you, after weeks and weeks of watching stalking he finally saw you again by the river with the same wooden bucket from last time. He slowly approached you, he didn’t want to scare you and make you flee, he had to be fragile with you, you were just a tiny human after all. He slowly approached you, clearing his throat to alert you of his presence. He saw your head snap up and took it as a sign. He looked at you as he stood at your side. “What is a pretty thing like you doing here all alone? It isn’t safe, you could be hurt.” His voice gruff and husky as his eyes watched your body language for any type of reaction. You were hesitant at first, not sure if you should respond to this random man, but your mother always said to be polite “I-… I’m getting water for cleaning.” There was a brief moment of silence between you before you spoke up again. "If I may ask… who are you?" His gaze unconsciously softened at the question, the way your voice was so full of warmth when talking to someone like him made his heart flutter. “I’ll be honest, I’ve been watching you for sometime now and I won’t lie, you’ve caught my attention. My name is Sukuna, Ryomen Sukuna now that pleasantries are out the way, I’d like for you to have my heir.” He watched as you choked out a response, your pretty little eyes going wide in surprise and your cheeks warming up to be a warm hue of pink. He wouldn’t be lying if he said the sight didn’t make his cock harden under his kimono. “I beg your pardon? I don’t even kno-“ Sukuna cuts you off, his shoulders laid back and he his head held high as he spoke again. “I’ll give you 200 gold,” his voice smooth, but with that dark edge. The words slid from his lips with an almost casual cruelty, like it was nothing. And yet, to you, it was everything. The weight of it felt like a punch to the gut, and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. “Take your time, little one. But don’t keep me waiting.” 200 gold!? That was more than enough to pay off your family’s debt and then some. “Take a few days and think about it, hm?” He said as he stood up and fixed his stance, his red eyes glaring down at your hunched form. He knows his offer landed, only a fool would reject that much gold. “I’ll be back in four days time to hear your answer. Farewell, woman.” He turned on his heels before walking away, his hand waving slightly. You watch as he disappears into the forest, a dumbfounded expression left in your face. You can't even begin to process the offer this strange man proposed to you. You stand up, carrying the bucket now full of water that feels like it weighs more than it usually does. You enter your family home bringing the wooden bucket to the kitchen, setting it down gently before walking to your room. You laid on your futon your mind racing. 200 gold is a lot and your family desperately needed the money, it would make everything so much better. Was having a baby with a stranger really worth it to get your family out of poverty? You stew on it for the night but ultimately you decided to agree to the offer. You never thought you would stoop this low and sell your body, but you loved your family and wanted the best for them even at your expense.

It goes against your morals but seeing your father slave away at multiple jobs just to slowly pay off his debt and provide for his family broke your heart. He was working himself to death. You felt so helpless, you offered to go out and find jobs as well but your father always smiled and shook his head and told you not to worry about it, you try to justify it in your mind by saying that this was the only option, you would have this man's child and your family's problems would be gone, but deep down you felt ashamed and a bit disgusted with yourself for accepting but what other choice do you have? You wait for him to come and like he said he met you at the river, he stood tall with his arms crossed against his chest, he eyes felt heavy on you as he awaited your answer. "What’s your decision?" Sukuna’s voice cut through the air. There was no kindness in it now—just an edge of something darker. The red glow of his eyes seemed to pierce you. "Answer me." You shifted your weight as you try to control the tremble in your voice. “Would I get the gold before or after?” There is a brief silence as if he was pondering his answer. “I’ll give you 100 gold now and the other half once you give birth to my child. Does that pleases you, little one?” The way he says little one sounds degrading, like he’s belittling you for your size compared to his. You nod your head, your eyes watching his arm move into his haori and handing you a small red pouch. You hold the pouch in your hands as you feel the weight of your decision but there’s no backing out now. “Can I… give this to my family?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he sticks his chin out. “Don’t take long.” You nod before quickly running to your family home, opening the shoji before stepping in. You prepared for your departure days earlier, you didn’t want your family to worry so you lied and told them you were going to travel and you were unsure when you would come home. You left the pouch on the chabudai with a prewritten letter saying your final goodbyes because you knew they would convince you to stay. You step back out softly closing the shoji screen and made your way back to the river… to your new life. Once you approached him, he silently turn and started walking into the forest, expecting you to follow behind him, which you did. Silence filled the air as the two of you walked in the forest, the only sounds coming from twigs and leaves snapping and crunching under your weight and an occasional hoot of an owl. The silence was suffocating, making you wish he would say something to you. You walk for what seems like forever before finally entering his property, you saw a couple concubines in the courtyard doing chores or interacting with each other, as the two of you drew near, the concubines stopped what they were doing and bowed to Sukuna and welcomed him home. He didn’t even give them a second glance as he lead you into the estate. He took you to a room and he opened the kichō and you looked inside, the room was bare beside a futon. “This will be your chamber until further notice.” You turned your head to look at Sukuna as he spoke to you, his voice gruff. “Any questions, little one?” You shook your head and looked back to your new room only for a rough, calloused hand to grab you by your face roughly. His grip on your jaw tight as he forced you to look at him. “You are to verbally reply to me”, he growled. “None of that nodding or shaking of your head. It won’t be tolerated and will lead to you being punished. Is that understood?” Your breath hitches as you quickly sputter out "Yes I understand" "Yes I understand my Lord" he sneered as he corrected you. You didn't want to call him my lord. You didn't even want to be here. You hated him. Hated him for making you that offer, for pulling you into this twisted game. You could be home with your family, safe and free- but instead, you were in a cold, lifeless estate with a man who only wanted to use your body. And yet, you could only blame yourself for forgetting how easily you could fall into this trap.

His grip tightened around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. The pressure stung, making you wince. It was a warning. A reminder. "Y-yes… I understand, m-my Lord," you stammered, the words slipping out of you like a reluctant confession. He smirked. "Yes, that's more like it." His fingers left your face, but the ache remained, a constant reminder of his power. You rubbed your sore jaw, the fear creeping under your skin, a slow burn that you couldn't ignore. You turned toward your room, eager for the escape. But he grabbed your arm, spun you back around. His gaze was sharp, his annoyance unmistakable. "I didn't dismiss you yet," he growled, voice low and cold. "Nor have I finished speaking. "Your breath hitched in your chest, the harshness in his tone making the room feel smaller. Couldn't he let you go just for a moment? "You may go where you please-besides my chambers." His words were a command, chilling in their simplicity. "You are to remain on the & ate. And if you need anything… don t bother me. The servants are here for a reason. Use them.” He dismissed you with a wave of his hand, walking down the hall till his body was out of your vision. You enter your chamber and sit on your futon, burying your face in your hands, you let out a sob. What have you gotten yourself into? But then you have to remind yourself- this is for your family’s benefit. You sigh, flopping onto the futon, closing your eyes. You wanted to go home, you wanted to go to your family and help your mother take care of the chores and the land. Now you were in this unfamiliar room, waiting to be summoned for breeding. You honestly hoped he’d ask for you sooner rather than later but that’s not what Sukuna had plan. He was going to let you sit and simmer in anticipation. You don’t know when he’s going to strike and he loves how it makes you squirm how antsy you’re becoming. He lets you do as you please around the estate, he watches from afar, interacting with the combines who throws fake smiles and giggles to you, he’s not surprised they’re being so hostile or indifferent towards you. You were new and their Lord has took an interest in you and not them. When they were getting a little hostile he would come out and make his presence know, watching as his concubines start behaving and reeling in the way you would tense up. He enjoyed watching you squirm from just him being near you, he knew that you were waiting for when he would take you and he was going to take you, whether you liked it or not. You’ve been waiting for him to take you for what feels like years, you’ve only been getting more antsy and anxious, and he hasn’t even done anything. He silently approaches and he won’t acknowledge you, he’ll talk to a servant or concubine you with but you don’t miss the way his arm subtly brushes against yours which makes you tense up, your heart starts to race. But after awhile you let your guard down. You start to think he won’t actually do anything to you. Has he lost interest? Did he change his mind about you bearing his heir? Once Sukuna senses that your guard is down is when he decides to strikes. He enters your room while you’re peacefully sleeping, he fixes your position making you lay on your back. His eyes roamed over your sleeping form, you were only wearing a flimsy kosode. It was the only thing keeping him from you. He doesn’t bother taking the kosode off he simply pushes it up, he wants you and he’s not going to bother stripping you of clothing. He nudges your legs apart, taking in the sight of your pussy, and it’s all his. He palmed his cock through the fabric of his uchikake before freeing it through the slit. He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your folds, making you squirm. His gaze moved to your face taking in the way your breath hitched and your face scrunched up as he rocked his hips so his tip would brush against your clit. He wanted you to wake up and see what he was doing to your body, he wanted you to wake up and scream and try to fight him only for him to shut you up.

His lower set of arms roughly grabs your waist as his upper set of arms moves up to your chest, grabbing your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple in between them. You started to stir from your sleep, a small whine leaving your lips as your eyes start to flutter open, vision still bleary. You see this large frame looming over you, you blink to focus your vision and you start to recognize the shadowy figure as Sukuna. You tense up, freezing as you realize he’s rutting his cock against you. You go to scream but his free hand covers your mouth before a noise can even escape your throat. “Hush little one, be a good girl and take it.” You start to thrash around, trying to push him off of you and scratching his skin but it was futile, you were so small and weak compared to him. “Now tell me little one,” he ruts against you earning an whimper you didn’t even want to come out of your mouth, his eyes darken hearing your pretty little noise, he wanted to hear more. “Did it make you ache for me?” Your lips part to say something, but nothing comes out as you yell at your brain to say anything, to deny it. Your body betrays you, heat coiling in your lower belly despite the fear you feel hammering in your chest. He chuckles at your silence and at the way you tremble beneath him as he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your folds. You felt your eyes prick with tears as you try to squirm and wriggle away but his grip on your waist keeps you in place. “S-stop… please…” you plead not sure if you’re wanting him to stop because it hurts or because it’s too much. “Stop?” He purrs, his lips curling into a smirk. “I paid for you so I’ll take you when I please.” He started to snap his hips, thrusting into you at a brutal pace. “Be grateful” he uncovers your mouth and leans over you until your chest to chest. “I could have taken you that first night.” He murmured, dragging his teeth against your cheek. “I could have fucked you raw against the cold ground of that river bank.” His tongue flicks out, licking a slow stripe against your jaw. He pushed forward, his thick shaft stretching you, white hot pain hits you instantly as he stretches you beyond your limit, the tears that pricked your eyes now spilling down your cheeks as you dug your nails into his flesh. You try to wriggle away once more but he’s still keeping you in place not planning on letting you go nowhere. ��Shhh, take it little one.” He cooed, though there was nothing gentle about the way he fills you to the hilt, bottoming out in one ruthless stroke. Your breath comes in shallow, broken gasps. Your gummy walls clench involuntary around him, your body struggling to adjust but it only makes him groan in satisfaction. “Fuck,” he grits out, his forehead pressing against yours. “So fucking tight, like this cunt was made for me.” His eyes rolled back as your walls squeezed him like a vice. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to place yourself elsewhere, you wanted to be anywhere but here, only for his hand to move to your throat, his grip firm but not yet choking- just enough force to make you look at him. “Eyes on me little one” he ordered and when you don’t comply fast enough his grip tightens. “ I want you to remember this. Remember who’s filling up your pussy, remember who’s gonna use this pretty pussy when he wants.” Tears roll down your cheeks as he starts to move, his pace slow but punishing as he dragged out every sensation. The worst part was your body was starting to enjoy being stuffed full of cock. He watches every emotion that flickers across your tear streaked face- pain, fear, shame but beneath it all there’s something else that you’re so desperately trying to ignore. Your body keeps betraying you, gripping his base despite the overwhelming stretch, the way he’s forcing you to take every inch of him. He groans, his grip tightening around your throat just enough to remind you that he’s in charge. “That's it, sweetheart” he murmured, dragging his fangs along your jaw line, relishing in the way you shudder beneath him.

“You’re taking me so well, almost like you want this.” He growled, his hips snapping forward, driving himself deeper into her. You let out a sob mixed with a moan that you accidentally let slip, your trembling hands weakly push at his broad chest despite knowing how useless it was. “Please…” your voice hoarse, barely a whisper as the words come out. You honestly don’t know what you’re pleading for. For him to stop? To be gentler? For him to hurry up and finish? Sukuna chuckles, his amusement sending a new wave of humiliation through you. “Please what?” He taunts, his thrusts becoming more sharper and deliberate. He leans in to your face and drags his tongue across the side of your face catching tears. His lower arms slide beneath your thighs, lifting your hips slightly, angling you just right so he can bury his cock even deeper, the new position has your eyes rolling back as you try to keep your mewls in, you don't want him to know that he's making you feel good. "Tell me, sweetheart- do you want me to stop?" You shake your head but he just laughs at you. "Not you, little one I'm talking to your cunt." He growled snapping his hips forward. "Let's hear what she has to say, hm?" The room goes quiet as his hips keep rolling, soft, obscene squelches echoed as their bodies moved together, his cock dragging along your sweet spot, eliciting a whimper from you as you try to turn away from his intense gaze as you attempt to hide your flushed face from hearing how your body was reacting in ways you didn't want it to. He grabbed your face holding it in place, making your eyes lock. "She's so talkative isn't she?" His eyes darken when you don't answer which lead to you mustering a nod, he lowers his head into the crook of your neck nipping and sucking at the flesh, leaving dark purple hickeys, you try to pull your head away only to be disciplined with a harsh smack on your thigh causing you to whimper, the spot now red and stinging. His fingers trail down to where you're stretched around him, where your body is molding to fit him. He groans , his red eyes darkening as he watches his cock disappear into you over and over again. "Look at this, little one, "he breathes, almost in awe "You were struggling so much, yet your greedy little cunt is swallowing me so perfectly." You feel shame under the pleasure you're being forced to feel as fresh tears slip down your temples. You want to deny it but you know that he ca feels the way your velvety walls flutter around his length, the way your breath stutters with every brutal stroke. And Sukuna is nothing if not observant. His smirk turns cruel. "Oh, you hate this, don't you?" he taunts, his pace slowing down to an agonizing grind. "Hate the way your body responds to me. Hate the way I fit inside you." He lifts his head from your abused neck and flicks his tongue over your trembling lips before whispering against them, "Hate that you're sloppy wet for me." Air catches in your throat because you can feel it- the slickness coating his length, making his assault on your pussy much smoother and easier. He laughs, his already big ego swelling at the sight of you unraveling- submitting beneath him. "Such a stubborn little thing," he muses, dragging his fangs down the column of your throat, nipping at the delicate skin there. "You can fight all you want, little one, but your body knows the truth." His hips snap forward suddenly causing you to cry out, your fingers twisting into the sheets as pleasure and pain take over. He gripped your thighs, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he pounded into you. The sound of skin on skin filled the room. His cock throbbed in you as you started getting noisy, the sounds you were trying to keep in slipping from you as his tip bullies your cervix. Your once sobs now replaced with whimpers as your hips buck involuntary. "Look at you taking me so well," he grunted "Just as noisy as her." He taunted, a twisted smirk on his face. "This wasn't such a bad deal after all," he murmured as her dank his teeth into your neck.

"Get to have this sweet pussy whenever I want," he growls, his tone possessive, almost feral, as his cock pistons into you. Your cunt clenches around him, back arching as pleasure overtakes you. Your vision blurs, jaw slack, a helpless moan slipping free when he slams into that devastating spot that leaves you seeing stars. Your body started to shake beneath him from the overwhelming pleasure you were finally allowing yourself to feel. It was just to good to deny anymore, you didn't care that you were moaning and crying out for him in his ear. Your frame began to tremble as that coil in your belly was getting ready to snap. His upper set of arms wrap around you, holding you close, his touch strong and oddly warm. "Poor thing, you need me to cum don't you?" You lets out a soft whine as he groans, his pace growing rougher and more erratic. He was close too, you can feel it- the way his grip tightens, the way his breathing becomes heavier. "You're gonna give me a strong heir," he growls against your skin, his voice thick with lust. "'M gonna fuck you full- of my seed every night til your belly swells with my child." Your thighs trembled, slick with your wetness, chasing the high you had so desperately tried to fight against in the beginning. Your stomached tensed as the coil snapped. Your vision blurred, back arched off the futon and your breath broke into shattered moans and cries. As he fucked you through your release he could feel his building, his balls tightening as he kept his brutal pace. He let out a guttural groan as he felt your pussy clamp down around his cock, your body shaking. He could feel your slick gush out, coating his shaft, the sensation pushed him over the edge. His hips slammed forward one last time before he buried his cock deep in your pussy, his tip kissing your cervix as his cock throbbed and pulsed as he filled you with is thick cum, claiming you as his. He pulls away from you, letting you go and exiting your room. You expected it but you couldn't explain the way you felt used, you knew he only wanted to get you pregnant with his heir but it still hurt. What you didn't expect is for him to come back to you with a glass of water for you. He laid back onto the futon, the room smelled of sex. He wrapped his lower set of arms around you cradling you to his chest as he held the glass up to your lips as you drank. He stroked your hair as he whispered praises to you. "You did so good for me, little one." He said sweetly as he placed a kiss on your forehead, setting the glass aside when you finished drinking. "Took me so well, well done." His grip on you tightened as he cuddled you, he made you feel safe from some reason. "I take care of what's mine, you belong to me now." He pulled the covers over the two of you leaving a few words before he falls asleep while holding you. "Your father can't protect you like I can." You lay awake, shame taking over now that your high is faded but you also left with a craving for more. Every morning and every night he fills you with his seed and you've started to enjoy it. You look forward to it everyday, being stuffed with his cock and just being around him. And every day like routine he comes to you until he doesn't and it left you confused. You wait all morning for him and he doesn't show so you go looking for him, feeling oddly empty without. You find him sitting at his throne with a concubine standing by his side. You couldn't help but stand there wondering if you weren't his priority anymore. And seeing him with someone that isn't you pissed you off. You wanted his attention on you and only you. He sees you looking and summons you in front of him. His gaze is on you as he sits on his throne, one leg over the other and his arm propped up on the arm of the thrown so he can rest his head in his hand. He pats his thigh, telling you to sit so you crawl into his lap, pressing your form against him. You look up at him your eyes filled with defeat as you speak, "Please?" Sukuna smirks, reaching out and tilting your chin up, 'Please what, little one?”

Your eyes search his, looking for an answer, but you couldn't come up with one. You realize that he's won. You don't even know what your begging for anymore. All you know is that you need him and you crave him.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tags: @sterzin @collectionofdolls

[nightbutterfly09]

Valentines day 

(btw those who get flowers I recommend getting yourself invested in flower language, I probably spent most of my time on researching this lol) (also, I may be biased [is that surprising?] So Sae might get two scenarios sometime later.. we’ll see, if you want one for the other pls share your ideas and tell me about them!) Keep in mind: Valentine’s day is celebrated differently around the world. In this I made that quite obvious but it’s always written there.

Sae Itoshi:        

/small piece of info: he also gives gifts on Valentine’s day so it’s not entirely like the Japanese customs/

He was a busy man, and naturally the world was against you two spending time on this special occasion. He had another long training day and they didn't take no for an answer, not even if he made sure he was free today days before. 

By the time you heard the front door of your luxurious apartment open it was already 8pm. Everything you wanted to do went out in the trash.

There you were sitting on the barstool sipping on some warm tea on this chilly February night.

You were engrossed in your phone but weren't into it in particular. Your mind was everywhere except for the article you were reading.

Sae knew he f-ed up. Although he really couldn't do anything about it. It isn't in his hands when he is called in for training. He has the right to take a break but the sports industry just doesn't always work like that.

Not to mention, in the back of your mind, you always knew that you’d only come after work. Just because he loved you deeply it didn't mean he’d throw years of work out the window for love.

His arms tangled around your waist which made you startled. “Honestly, I already spoke to you a lot and you are reading such a stupid article?” “It's..not that stupid” 

“It is, how about next time you just ask me how it went?” The article was about Itoshi Sae’s newest match, all the tricky goals he made and also how he made the Spanish striker look even better. “I do, you always tell me you were outstanding as usual” you chuckled.

Even if you were a little salty at him, that wasn't an excuse enough to be mad at him. At least in your book.

“Happy Valentine's day mi vida.” He whispered into your ears and got your phone out of your grasp. 

“So far it's not so happy” but then he let go and gave you a small box. “Wait…” 

“Don't overthink it, I just want to make it up to you.. so I booked a flight to Paris for tomorrow and we can do whatever.” 

You were listening but his words seemed to fall into silence as you opened the box. It was a beautiful ring. A simple but pretty one, just as you like it. 

Suddenly the thought hit you like a truck. “Wait, this isn't an engagement right?!?” Your face flushed and seriously hoped it wasn't time for that yet.

“No” his voice let out a crack of a smile. “It's just a promise right, I found your fingers weirdly missing something nowadays.. So since we aren't in a position for marriage yet, I decided on this. You don't have to wear it all the time though. And the next time I give you a ring, it will be an engagement ring.” He pressed a passionate kiss onto your lips while intertwining hour fingers.

The jewel shone on your hand with a soft glow in the dark. “Now, please don't be disappointed.. I know how important today was for you” 

“It's fine mi amor” you giggle. “I don't care if you forget a birthday, an important day, or you are just busy, what matters is that you show your love for me in a way. We can celebrate Valentine’s day on the 15th too, who said it has to be on one precise day anyway?” 

He smirked and shook his head lightly. “I love you Y/N”

“And I love you, Sae” the words barely left your lips and he picked you up anc placed you on the counter kissing you with passion but also many apologies unsaid.

Your boyfriend was never good with words, but he didn't mind showing his true intentions in many ways others wouldn't even think of.

“Oh, I made chocolate..but I kind of ate them already..in misery” he couldn't help but let a coy smile escape. “It's the thought that counts, and you can make it again later.” He rolled his eyes.

Seishiro Nagi:

For you two mornings were already noon for most people. Sure you had a little less sun to look at but it wasn't like you could just stay up at night and play games together. 

As you awoke the sound of late snow hit your ears. It sounded like some serious snow storm in February. 

You leaned over your boyfriend and checked the time on your phone. 11:34am. That's still so early. Waking up this soon was pointless but it's not like you paid more attention to it. You furrowed your brows  due to the bright life emitted from your screen and saw that today was February 14th. That means only one thing.

Valentine’s day. As much as you enjoyed the quality time it was more or less a hassle. But also you made it your virtue to make homemade chocolates to Sei every 14th of February. Just for his sake.

Therefore you climbed out of the grasp of the tall figure and rushed to the kitchen after getting yourself into something cozier. 

Your sloth loved homemade chocolates. Technically he loved your chocolates. He said the creamy texture and the milky aftertaste were just like what he’d buy at the store just better. 

Sometimes you didn't understand much of his reasoning but regardless you went along with it. 

After an hour he woke up to the fresh smell of chocolate. He slowly walked to the kitchen and tilted his head in inquiry. “What are you doing?” “Happy Valentine's day love!” “Ah.. so that's the occasion, thank you.. you too” he yawned lazily.

The white haired man walked behind you and burrowed his face into your neck as he held onto you for support. His tired body weighing onto you. You giggled. “Sei~ your hair tickles!” You could help but laugh more as he kept nuzzling into you. 

“Wanna have a bite?” You smiled and raised a small heart shaped chocolate to his mouth. “Aah” he opened his mouth and lazily bit it. 

His usually tired face showed sparkling eyes and an expression that yearned for more. He never had much of a sweet tooth so when he first tasted your sweets he thought they’d be all sugary, but this was more suited to his tastes with a slight bitterness in it. 

He leaned down and kissed your lips softly. “Yummy” “Me or the chocolates” 

His lips twitched into a smirk and kissed you again turning you to face him finally. “Both” he said and connected your lips again. 

“Wanna play Valorant with me?” “I’m gonna die first aren't I?” You giggled but nodded anyway. The second you wrapped the sweets into a small bag and placed them in the fridge you went after him to boot your computer. 

Later it was time to play your favorite games, which were more on the chill side. Not only did you play animal crossing but also persuaded him to play Genshin Impact with you which he often refuses to. 

Not because he doesn't like it, it's more like because unless it's some farming for your favorite characters he wasn't really needed.

As the snow quieted down and the stars appeared in the night sky, the main part of your date just continued.

Nor you nor him has ever said this would be a date but don't you call a date a well spent quality time? Then you were doing the exact definition of a date. 

Sure anyone could start an argument over this but with your interests aligning so closely it wasn't a matter of uncertainty whether or not this would count as a date or not.

The rest of your days always went by the same way except that he did make sure to thank you for those pretty and tasty chocolates.

Michael Kaiser:     

/small piece of info: since he is german he also gives gifts on Valentine’s day so it’s not entirely like the Japanese customs/   

He was never into love, not to mention Valentine’s day. He also didn’t really understand why someone would love their partner more on a specific day instead of just showing it every day.

That was before he met you. He still thought you deserve to be loved every single second but he understood the value of such a special day. Well at least he kind of knew it’s important to you so he went along with it. 

He spent the entirety of last week thinking what he could do for you. His girl never asked for anything. As far as he knew you never even asked for much. What you did need he bought that anyway so he was in a pickle on what to do.

And there he was. Late with ideas. The awaited day came and he still hadn’t thought of anything. He really tried though. Suddenly he picked you up as you were making him chocolates. “Want to go somewhere?” You tilted your head a little. “The weather forecast said it’d rain soon.” 

“We can still go out, maybe just stay in the car?” You chuckled. “I know you’ve been stressed out because of today but come on, we can just stay at home watch a movie, chat, and I also tried out a new recipe for chocolates which means we can eat that.” “My nutritionist will murder me, but sure if that’s what you want” He mumbled and pulled you more into his embrace. 

“You can pick a movie” You shrug. “Any? Even horror?” He grinned. “Hey, I want to have a good time too.” ‘It’s not like you’d be focusing much on the screen Micha.’ 

People often say he’s as hard to read as understanding cave drawings but to you, Michael Kaiser’s unsaid words just glowed through his expressions. He could make a frowny face and you’d still be confident he was happy with something.

“Stop teasing.” You shook your head with a giggle. As soon as the chocolates were all done he got the first bite. “That’s so good Micha” A soft smile draped across his face. His loving gaze concentrated on ust the woman ahead. He wouldn’t admit, but he was falling deeper and deeper every second he spent with you.

A love he never experienced or saw just barged in on him. The locked iron door was kicked down without even a struggle. The secrets and hardships he never opened up about, all those deep cuts were exposed to you all of a sudden. He just found himself wanting to spend every existing minute with you. The love of his life. 

All those deep scars he tried burying oh so well just resurfaced. And you tried patching them up properly. As if an insecure little girl, who tried covering her pimples with layers upon layers of foundation but only making it worse. You were there and stopped his hands before grabbing the blender again.

There was something special about you. Something no woman could ever replace. Yes you had flaws, just like him. But to him that never meant less perfection. Only more things to work on.

Rin Itoshi:

/traditional Japanese styled valentine’s +reader unable to cook :)/ 

As he got home from his hour-long run the sudden aroma of burnt chocolate made its way to him. “I’m home-” His voice was full of concern but he still headed to the kitchen. “Welcome home Rin!!” You smiled. 

His gaze drifted to the counter. There was one batch of burnt chocolate in heart shapes and you were making another one now. “You don’t have to do this you know…” He inspected the burnt chocolates. Not only did they crumble at his touch but they also seemed genuinely uneatable. Not that he’d want to taste that. “I don’t want to hurt you but, I don’t think this is how they’re made.” 

You pouted and looked at him. “Hey I know I messed those up but this will be better!” You were stubborn. Once you set your mind to something you will go through with it regardless. He knew backing off wasn’t in the cards. “I’ll help you after I showered and changed.” 

“No need, I want to do this for you!” “Yeah, you either do it half-successfully and burn the kitchen down or I help you and they will be potentially digestible.”

“Stop being mean to me” you whined as he just walked out with a chuckle. After about 10 minutes he was back.

He wore a comfortable blue shirt with black sweatpants. His hair was all messy and his face had a smudge of toothpaste on it.

You giggled at his sight. “What?” He scoffed. “Lean down.” To your command he looked at you suspiciously but he obeyed. 

Doon the toothpaste was wiped down. You also made sure his hair is fine. “Have you even looked in the mirror?” “I did- but I was in a hurry” “aww you missed me that much?” “No, I was afraid you’d burn the kitchen down.” 

“See, you are mean again.” Regardless of his words he started helping you and making sure you two didn't leave the chocolate on the fire for long. 

The chocolates weren't only pretty this time but they were also so tasty. You filled some with jam that your grandma uses often. 

You were now sitting by the couch cuddling while some boring show was playing in front of you. That neither of you was interested in.

This is how a regular Valentine's day goes for Rin and you. Nothing much happening but what does, has lots of sentimental value. 

The sun slowly made it's way down the horizon as you two were still playing around by the window. 

You both needed nothing more. Just chocolates and the soft silence of your home.

Reo Mikage: 

/piece of info: he doesn’t really follow japanese customs/

The man knew your needs by heart. Not only would he make sure every February 14th is enjoyable for you but he would also make sure every time a new experience can be written into your diary that you always thought you kept well hidden from him. 

Reo did love you every day. He did show how much he treasured you each moment but he also knew that these special occasions have a sentimental value that he can't just ignore. So instead he tries making the most of it. Every single time.

He already had a hotel booked and you awoke in fresh bed sheets in a homey hotel. You slowly woke up and opened your eyes. Reo was lying next to you and he was just admiring you. “Why are you staring so much?” You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. You just woke up and you probably looked like a giant mess. “Because you’re pretty. So pretty.” The purple haired man smirked. 

You were doing your makeup when he finally arrived from downstairs to order your breakfast to be this luxurious one. Not like you ever asked for such. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my queen.” Reo leaned down and kissed your lips. 

“Mmm, cherry.” “I just put that on.” You pretended to pout but then out of nowhere he handed you a giant bouquet of flowers. “Flowers for the pretty woman. My pretty woman.”  Pink carnations rose up from all the little white flowers. It was filled with pinks and deep purples with also little white flowers here and there. Peonies decorated the bouquet to give it a gentle and majestic look. The latter being there for the soft transition.

Lilies swayed on the edges as you held the soft purple paper it was wrapped in. There was a note to be seen with small white petals painted on it.

‘To my queen who I have to thank for a lot. You lit my world up thousands of times when I was at my worst. Thank you for always reminding me you are here less than in an arm’s reach. I want to show my utmost love to you every second of every day. I’ll never leave you and you cannot either. I love you Beautiful.'

Tears swelled up into your eyes as you read his confession. And that wasn’t even a florist’s handwriting. It was his very own. 

Not only does this man spend so much time and money on you he also makes sure it doesn’t all come from his wealth. Not only do his presents have sentimental value but also it shows that he cares. He cares for you deeply.

“Reo~” You whined trying to hold your tears back. “I just did my mascara too” You whined as you tried drying off your tears. Not that right now that was the most important. You just didn’t know what to do or say to him. 

It was as if words and letters and voices couldn’t convey your true feelings. As if this moment can’t possibly be written. Something ethereal. But also, something more than ethereal. That was his kind of love.

Meguru Bachira:

To say the least your boyfriend had a personality. The moment he woke up in your arms he turned and woke you up with sloppy kisses. “Morning Sunshine”

Your eyelids opened just slightly only to flinch at the amount of light that came through the window. Looks like spring was coming very soon as even the sunrays decided to interrupt your sweet dreams. “Morning Meguru~” your slightly crooked morning voice barely made it out. 

“Happy Valentine's day!!” He squealed excitedly and rolled on top of you.

After finally calming him and going about your day at one point he said he had to meet up with Isagi so you were left in the house all alone. The morning jitters also sparkled onto you as you felt more energized than ever.

But Meguru had that aura around him a lot. No matter how little sleep you got or how exhausted you were because of a long week, your boyfriend would always be there to brighten your day.

After about 4 hours he finally came back. You were making chocolate. It was half ready when the door opened. “So I know today is usually your turn and I have to give white day presents BUUT hear me out.” He grinned and gave you a bouquet of colorful flowers.

Many flowers brightened in a bunch of different colors and aesthetics. You saw red tulips, red, orange and white lilies as well as hydrangeas blooming in deep pinks. Not only was it mesmerizing to look at but the smell filled the room in minutes. 

“Thank you baby! I am so happy you thought of me” you grinned and leaned in to hug him. 

You loved how he was the partner to always confide in, he tried his best to make everyone's day, so when it came to his loved ones he didn't shy away at all. 

You put the flowers in a beautiful vase which you got from his mom last year. It was painted with flower veins strangling all over it in every direction.

Later you both wrapped the chocolates as well as little snacks and went down to the nearby park for a picnic. It has been tradition that on Valentine's day the both of you go downstairs with home cooked things and have fun.

The weather was still chilly and that's what made it more fun. It was solely you two in a friendly loneliness. Having alone time with someone was the best and you both understood that feeling well without having to speak up.

As the cold breeze hit your face you leaned more and more into Meguru’s warmth which not only warmed your body up but also his.

The gentle but earnest type of love that was so hard to find. A childlike wonder that you never grew out of.

You already knew Meguru could go overboard and he didn't miss saying “Happy Valentine's day” in every waking moment you passed each other in the house. With loud cheers and the pure happiness emitting from his mouth.

[rd0265667]

Mina x Reader: Enough

“You know this is why IT hates you, right? Your keyboards have such a short lifespan it’s almost pitiful.”

I turned, blinking out of the fog of my own exhaustion, just in time to see that shit-eating grin aimed directly at me.

Darius. Of course.

I sighed, leaning back in my chair and rubbing my eyes. Everything ached—my wrists, my shoulders, my brain. My fingers were stiff from typing for… how long? Hours? Days? Time had blurred into a loop of emails, deadlines, and the relentless glow of my laptop screen.

“Did you come here just to critique my work habits, or do you actually need something?” I muttered.

Darius dropped into the chair across from me, stretching out like he had nowhere better to be. “I need you to not drop dead from exhaustion at your desk. So, yeah, I’d call this an intervention.”

“I’m fine,” I said, waving him off.

“You say that, but I just watched you mutter threats at your Wi-Fi like it personally wronged you.”

“It has. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Right. And how many hours of sleep have you gotten in the past forty-eight hours?”

I didn’t answer. Not because I was hiding anything, but because I honestly didn’t know.

Darius sighed, shaking his head. “Alright, Atlas. You brought this on yourself.”

I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean—”

He pulled out his phone. Started typing. Smirked.

My stomach dropped. “Darius, what are you doing?”

“Solving the problem,” he said, still typing.

“Darius.”

He raised a single finger, silencing me. A beat later, his phone lit up with an incoming call, and he grinned before answering.

“Hey, Mina,” he said, far too smug. “Yeah, they’re doing it again.”

I groaned. “You absolute traitor.”

Darius ignored me. “No, I’d say we’re at a solid nine out of ten on the workaholic scale. At least three empty coffee cups, significant eye strain, possible early-onset keyboard rage.” He paused, nodding like Mina could see him. “Yep. I’ll wait.”

I closed my eyes, debating my life choices.

“Before you complain,” Darius added, finally putting his phone down, “you do realize this is self-inflicted, right?”

I scoffed. “Excuse me for covering for people who have actual emergencies.”

“Y—”

“Emily’s out because her kid’s sick, Marcus has a family thing, and James is on leave,” I said, voice sharper than I intended. “Who else is supposed to handle their workload?”

Darius gave me a long, unimpressed look. “I don’t know, maybe their boss?”

I exhaled through my nose. “Their boss is drowning, too.”

“And you think you can single-handedly save everyone?”

“Someone has to.”

Darius pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something about self-sacrificing idiots before looking back at me. “Atlas, you are one person. And before you argue, I’d like to remind you that you’ve been running on caffeine and spite for at least two days. This is not a sustainable lifestyle.”

I wanted to argue. I really, really did. But I felt the weight of his words settle in my chest, heavy in a way I couldn’t shake.

And then my phone buzzed.

Mina.

Darius grinned. “And that would be your girlfriend, probably ready to stage a full-scale extraction.”

I swallowed. “I hate you.”

“Aw, love you too, you little diva.”

I shot him a look that was half-warning, half-annoyed, before reluctantly answering the call. “Hey, baby.”

There was a long, tense silence on the other end before Mina’s voice sliced through the quiet. It was sharp, tight, and dripping with the kind of displeasure I only heard when she was really angry. “Don’t ‘hey, baby’ me, Y/N. Darius says you haven’t slept.”

I winced, rubbing my face. “I’ve slept,” I said, my voice coming out far more defensive than I’d intended. “Just… not as much as I should have.”

“Not as much?” Mina’s voice was dangerously low now, as if the very thought of it was enough to make her blood boil. “How many hours?”

I hesitated, eyes darting to Darius, who was watching me like I was about to perform some kind of spectacular failure. “Uh… define ‘hours.’”

There was a long pause, and I could almost feel her eyes narrowing through the phone. “How many hours, Y/N?”

I cringed, then finally mumbled, “I don’t know, two, maybe three.”

There was a cold, almost hurt laugh from Mina. “Two hours,” she repeated, like the number itself was something obscene. “I’m coming back.”

I nearly choked. “What? No, Mina—Mina, no. You have a concert soon. You’re on tour! You can’t just leave because I didn’t sleep enough.”

“Mhm.” Her tone was flat, but I could feel the edges of frustration in the simple sound. “I’m coming back.”

“Mina, you can’t. You have obligations—the girls needs you there,” I insisted, trying to reason with her, but it felt futile. She wasn’t even listening to me anymore.

“I’m coming back,” she repeated, as if that was the only sentence she was willing to speak on the matter.

“Please, you can’t just drop everything for me. I’m fine, I just—”

“You’re fine?” Her voice was ice cold, cutting through me. “Darius told me you’ve been running on caffeine and spite for the last few days, and you’re fine? Don’t you dare lie to me, Y/N.”

I froze, the weight of her words sinking in.

“Fine doesn’t sound like this,” she continued, her voice growing colder, quieter. “I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that you’re running yourself into the ground like this, or that you think I’m just going to sit here and watch you do it.”

“I’m not—” I started, but she cut me off, her words coming faster now, more impatient.

“You think I don’t know you, Y/N?” She scoffed. She let out a bitter laugh, but there was no humor in it.

“Mina—”

“I’ll be back tomorrow, and if I find your dumbass even thinking of work, I swear you’ll regret it,” she snapped, and before I could argue further, she hung up.

I was left standing there with the dead silence of the call still buzzing in my ear. My chest felt hollow, the words she didn’t say sitting heavy in the pit of my stomach.

Darius, of course, was watching me with a look that said he was thoroughly enjoying this whole exchange. “Well, that was something.”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Instead, I let my head fall onto my desk with a dull thud, my mind spinning.

“I will murder you.” I muttered into the wood.

Darius laughed softly, his voice teasing. “If you make it out alive, take your best shot.”

When Mina finally got home, I was lying on the couch, fingers absentmindedly worrying the frayed edge of the blanket draped over me. I had been waiting for what felt like hours, nerves coiled too tightly to focus on anything else. The apartment was quiet, the only light coming from the television screen, frozen on the selection menuIt had been so still, so empty, that when I heard the lock click, I almost startled.

She stepped inside softly, closing the door with a controlled, measured quiet. The faint rustling of fabric as she toed off her shoes, the muted clink of keys dropped onto the counter, the way she exhaled—like she was trying to keep it even. But she didn’t speak.

The silence stretched between us, heavy, expectant.

I stole a glance over my shoulder, catching the way she moved through the apartment with a careful kind of precision. No sharp looks, no frustrated sighs. No words, either.

A rustle of plastic. The quiet pop of the TV remote. The familiar hum of the screen shifting menus. And then, the opening notes of Pacific Rim.

My stomach twisted.

She sank onto the opposite end of the couch, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her presence but not close enough to touch. Her posture was relaxed, casual, but too deliberate to be real.

I watched her for a beat, waiting for her to look at me, to say something, to roll her eyes and finally break the tension. But she just reached into the bag she had brought, pulled out a pack of snacks, and set them on the coffee table without a word.

The movie played on, but I barely registered it.

“Mina.” My voice came out quieter than I expected.

She didn’t look at me.

The weight of unspoken things sat heavy between us, thick and unmoving, and I shifted, searching for the right words, the right way to explain. “I—” I hesitated, then sighed. “I’m sorry.”

Nothing. Not even a flicker of acknowledgment.

“I didn’t mean to worry you,” I tried again, voice threading into the spaces between the sounds of crashing Jaegers and roaring Kaiju. “I just thought I could handle it.”

She didn’t move. Didn’t turn.

But her fingers curled slightly against her thigh, just for a second.

The movie played on, the blue glow of the screen flickering against the walls, but I wasn’t really watching. Not really. I could recite half the lines from Pacific Rim by heart, but right now, they blurred together, the action sequences nothing more than background noise to the silence still hanging between us.

Mina sat next to me, but she might as well have been miles away. She wasn’t curled into my side like she usually would be, wasn’t making quiet, amused comments about my favorite scenes, wasn’t sneaking glances at me when she thought I wouldn’t notice. She just… sat there. Still. Unmoving.

I reached for the snack bag she had set on the table, something small, an excuse to fill the silence with the crinkle of plastic. The second my fingers brushed the bag, Mina moved.

Not much. Just enough.

Enough that I noticed the sharp, barely-there intake of breath. The subtle tension in her jaw as she exhaled through her nose.

I hesitated, fingers still curled around the bag. “Mina,” I said again, barely above a whisper.

She didn’t respond.

“Mina, please.”

Something in her expression shifted. A flicker of something raw before she turned away, reaching for the remote instead. The volume clicked up a few notches.

My stomach twisted.

I set the snack down and turned to her fully. “Talk to me,” I tried.

Nothing.

“I know you’re upset,” I pressed, softer now. “And I know it’s not just about—” I gestured vaguely to myself, to the exhaustion.

Her jaw tightened, but still, she said nothing.

I swallowed, letting the words settle before I spoke again. “It’s not just the work, is it?”

Mina’s fingers curled tighter around the edge of her sleeve, a slight tremor running through them before she stilled. The silence stretched thinner, sharper, until she finally exhaled, slow and measured, like she was fighting to keep herself steady.

When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet, but edged with something that made my chest ache.

“Why didn’t you talk to me?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

She turned then, finally looking at me, and the weight of her gaze hit me like a punch to the gut. Her expression was still composed—controlled in the way she always was—but her eyes… Her eyes told a different story.

“You don’t tell me things,” she said, her voice still quiet but steadier now. “You always act like everything’s fine, like you’ve got it handled, like—” She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair, fingers pressing hard against her temples for a second before she dropped them. “You put on a brave face, and you don’t—” Her breath hitched for the smallest moment before she caught it. “You don’t let me in. I need Darius to text me to even get an inkling of what you’re going through. What you’re really going through.”

I stared, feeling the words land like stones in my chest.

“Mina—”

“Do you not trust me?” she asked, and that’s what made my heart stop. Because she wasn’t asking it like an accusation. She was asking it like it was something that had been gnawing at her for a while.

I shook my head instantly. “Of course I trust you—”

“Then why don’t you ever let me help?”

Her voice wavered, just for a second, and it was the crack in the dam I hadn’t seen coming.

She wasn’t just angry.

She wasn’t just frustrated.

She was hurt.

I opened my mouth, then closed it, scrambling for the right thing to say, for something that would fix this. 

“I thought…” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I didn’t want to burden you.”

Mina let out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. “Burden me,” she echoed. “You think you could ever be a burden?”

“I just—” I ran a hand down my face, suddenly feeling like an idiot. “You have your own responsibilities, your own stress, and I didn’t want to add to it.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and for the first time all night, something sharp flickered in her eyes.

“That’s not your decision to make.”

I froze.

She sat up a little straighter, gaze unwavering. “You don’t get to decide what’s too much for me. You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t handle.”

I opened my mouth, then shut it, guilt curling in my stomach. “Work has been a lot, but… I just wanted to be strong for you,” I admitted, the words barely above a whisper, my voice slowly cracking as I hung my head low.

Noticing the change in my posture, Mina couldn’t stop herself as she leaned forward, gently placing her hand on my back.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her hand on my back, warm and grounding. It was gentle, not pushing, not demanding—just there. Just her.

Mina exhaled softly, fingers flexing ever so slightly, like she wanted to pull me closer but was holding back. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Mina, it’s just been a lot at work, and I’ve tried my best, but…” My voice wavered, trailing off into nothing.

Her thumb brushed slow, soothing circles against my spine. “You don’t have to carry it all alone,” she murmured. “I know you want to be strong, but strength isn’t just about holding everything in. Sometimes it’s about knowing when to lean on someone.”

I let out a shaky breath. “I just—I don’t want to let you down.”

She sighed, but there was no frustration in it this time, just quiet understanding. “You couldn’t, even if you tried.”

I swallowed again, something thick and knotted in my throat. “But what if my best isn’t enough?”

Mina didn’t hesitate. She squeezed my shoulder, firm and certain. “Well, it’s enough for me.”

The words hit me like a slow, spreading warmth, something deep inside loosening. I blinked, eyes stinging, and when I finally looked up, Mina was watching me, her gaze steady and unwavering.

She gave me a small, knowing smile. “You’re enough, okay? You always have been.”

My chest ached, but in a way that felt… lighter. Like some of the weight had finally lifted. I nodded, exhaling shakily. “Okay.”

Mina shifted closer, her presence a perfect warmth beside me. When she wrapped her arm around me, I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in, pressing my forehead softly against her shoulder, breathing in the calming scent of her hair. The world outside seemed to disappear, and for a moment, it was just the two of us, curled up on the couch in the soft glow of the TV. I let myself relax completely, sinking into the moment, allowing myself to just be here with her.

After a beat, Mina rested her chin gently against the top of my head, her breath warm against my skin. I could feel the soft rise and fall of her chest as she sighed contentedly. “Now, are we watching this movie, or do I need to fight Pacific Rim for your attention?” she teased, her voice light and full of playful affection.

A small, broken laugh bubbled out of me at her words, a smile tugging at my lips. Mina’s lips quirked in that satisfied way, and I felt her arm tighten slightly around me as if to claim me in the most gentle, affectionate way. It made my heart flutter. She wasn’t just holding me; she was there, with me, in the most comforting way.

“Okay, okay, you win,” I murmured, the warmth of her embrace making it impossible to pull away from the comfort she provided. I didn’t even care about the movie anymore. All that mattered was the feeling of her hand gently running up and down my arm, the steady rhythm calming me even further.

Mina pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head and gave me a playful squeeze. “Good,” she said, her voice softening. “But seriously, Y/N... you’ve been working way too hard. I’m glad to see you finally letting yourself rest.” She gave a little wink, but there was a softness in her tone that made her words feel more like a gentle nudge than a lecture. “Don’t make me start scheduling your breaks for you.”

I let out a small laugh, squeezing her a little tighter in response. “I know, I know,” I whispered, my voice muffled by her shoulder.

Mina hummed, her chin resting back against my hair. “Well, I will have to keep an eye on you,” she teased. “No more all-nighters, okay? If I catch you working late again, I’ll just show up and drag you away.”

I chuckled, the sound light and free. “I think I can handle that,” I said, snuggling closer to her.

Mina kissed the top of my head again, a gentle press of her lips that made my heart skip a beat. “Good,” she murmured. “Now, let’s actually watch the movie, yeah? I’ll even let you take a break from your overachieving self and enjoy this.”

I smiled, my heart full. Yeah. I’d be okay. With Mina by my side, everything was okay.

[sailforvalinor]

Princess Zelda was raised in a large castle in the country of Hyrule. Her favorite pastimes were investigating ancient ruins and tormenting the knight sent with her by her father to guard her. His name was Link, but she never called him that.

Nothing gave Zelda as much pleasure as ordering Link around--except perhaps trying to evade his protection.

“Champion,” she said one day as they rode through the countryside, “stop following me. Despite what my father has ordered you to do, I do not require your protection.”

“As you wish,” Link replied quietly. 

“As you wish” was all he ever said to her. And he always obeyed her every command--but when Zelda looked over her shoulder, she scowled as she saw that he had only slowed his horse so he followed at a few feet further behind. He would not defy his princess; but neither would he defy his king. 

One morning, in the early hours of the dawn, Zelda rode out to investigate an ancient shrine she had discovered on the plains, but no sooner had she begun to try to puzzle out how to enter than Link arrived on his horse behind her. 

“Champion,” she said angrily, “I have no need of an escort. Return to the castle and tell my father so.”

“As you wish,” Link answered. But he stood by his horse resolutely, waiting for her to mount her own, with a silence that seemed to say, not without you. She found herself unable to do anything but follow him home. 

No matter where Zelda went, no matter how far she traveled to try to elude him, Link was always just behind. She could ride out in the earliest hours of dawn, explore the furthest ruins in the other regions of Hyrule, but scarcely would she be there fifteen minutes than she heard the distant clop-clop of his horse on the wind. This frustrated Zelda greatly. Was he her nursemaid, that he should be glued to her so?

But there soon came a day when she became more appreciative of his constant presence. One moment they were traveling along the road, the next, a dozen attackers sprung from seemingly nowhere and surrounded them. A blade came down towards the princess’s face, but before the blow could land, Link’s sword blocked it and flicked it away. Zelda caught the expression of single-minded determination on her knight’s face, and watched as he fought off every assailant within minutes.

“Link,” she said, treating his wounds with an anxiety she had not anticipated, “you are too reckless. Honestly, you must be more careful. I cannot have my--” she cut herself off. “My father’s knight dying in battle so carelessly.”

“As you wish,” her knight said, gazing upon her with that same steady look as always.

Zelda blushed suddenly, and looked away, for that day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying, "As you wish," what he meant was, "I love you."

And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back.

The circumstances, however, were cruel.

It seemed like the end of days. The war was lost--despite all of their efforts, the princess’s tireless research, the preparation of her allies, the Demon King had returned, plunging the world into darkness and killing thousands. The princess and her knight, battered and bloodied, fled their overrun stronghold, running through the woods in a hopeless attempt at escape.

They came to a stop when she collapsed and could run no longer.

“Link,” she sobbed, collapsing into his arms, “I failed. I could not save them. They’re all…they’re all…and it’s all my fault…I left them all to die!”

Her stalwart knight said nothing, but only held her, despite his many wounds able to stay upright.

Then, another mechanical monster pounced upon them. And another. And another. They only seemed to keep on coming, as if they were emerging from the ground itself.

Without a thought to his own safety, with only his princess in mind, Link threw himself into the fray, felling monster after monster. But it did not come without a cost. Though their foes littered the ground, Link only grew more and more worse for wear, barely able to keep his feet, however strong his determination, and there was no end to the approaching monsters. No sooner had he slayed one than another rose up to take its place. However determined he was to protect his princess, his breath came in ragged gasps, and the blood from his wounds soaked his tunic.

Her knight collapsed to one knee, spent, but so many monsters remained standing--enormous and furious, blue laser eyes trained on them, crawling along the ground like giant insects. Zelda cried out for her knight, begged him to run and save himself, but he would not. As yet another beast descended upon them, Link stumbled to his feet once more to shield her, barely able to remain standing.

But as the monster trained its death-filled gaze upon him, Zelda cried out and pushed him aside, stepping into the monster’s sights herself. She thought she surely was about to perish, but then something happened that neither she, nor her knight, nor the forces of darkness anticipated--a power awoke within her, one to match the might of any creature that the Demon King might summon or corrupt, and it erupted from her outstretched hand in the form of a great beam of light, razing every monster in sight in its brightness and its heat. Every last one of them immediately collapsed under the weight of her power--a power that was only awoken by the great love she bore for her knight. 

For in that instant, yes, Zelda finally knew that she loved him--and in the next, at the sight of his motionless, broken body, she knew she would never love again. 

The princess’ grief was terrible and all-consuming, and she wept long at the side of her knight, faithful to the last. When her tears finally ran dry, she was left with nothing but emptiness--but in that great weight of silence, her gaze coming to rest on her knight’s sword, she became aware of the smallest flicker of hope. In haste, she summoned her swiftest soldiers to her side, and ordered that they bear him to a shrine she had discovered in her travels--one said to have the power to raise the dead. And so they obeyed, carrying him deep into the mountains, and laying him to rest deep in the shrine where none would find him. 

It was a distant, frail sort of hope, to think that an ancient ruin could have that sort of power, but nevertheless, Zelda carried it like a banner into battle as she drew herself up and strode through the gates of a castle that had once been her own. There for one hundred years she neither slept nor ate, but held the Demon King’s power at bay with her newly awoken power, granting her kingdom an era of peace through her great sacrifice. Though the years she spent there were nothing but suffering and anguish for the princess, her faith that her knight would one day return sustained her.

After one hundred years, her knight awoke in his watery grave. Indeed, his body had been restored, but the long years had worn heavy upon his mind--he knew not his name, nor his purpose, nor where he was, nor how he had come to be there.

But at the sound of her voice, none of that mattered. “Link,” her voice came, as if it were a soft whisper from very far away, “please, wake up. I cannot hold him back much longer.”

The words were on his lips before he knew what they meant. “As you wish.”

[imagitory]

Hey all! So I introduced my dear mum properly to Epic the Musical tonight, and she -- as I'd hoped -- absolutely loved it.

I've learned in the past that Mum needs proper visuals when listening to a musical's soundtrack or else she'll have trouble keeping track of all the different characters and the events of the plot (this is actually why it took her watching the filmed production of Hamilton before she warmed up to it!)...fortunately Epic the Musical is well-loved on Youtube, and I was able to compile together my favorite animatics for each song in their proper order so I could present to my dear mum like a movie. And now, if you want, you can watch that "movie" too!!

Here's a list of the many talented Youtube artists showcased in this playlist --

gigi

WolfytheWitch

mircsy

Ximena Natzel

Crashite

Neal Illustrator

AnniFlamma

BrittPowwPixel

Gwendy

Duvetbox

Berry Awesome Camden

Noir.Hyacinth

JollyJester

Rosarix

Willows

YourLocalAnimations

Nya Tyan

Oh yes, and of course...Jorge Rivera-Herrans!

And to close this out...here are just some random thoughts I collected from Mum in response to the show, just for kicks. 😂

Mum's college had a statue of Minerva, which the students looked toward with great respect and used to kiss the feet of for luck before school exams. One of the college's buildings even apparently burned down at one point a long time ago, leaving only Minerva unscathed. I was delighted to hear that Mum loved Epic's Athena and her character arc, given how fond she is of her old alma mater's "patron saint."

Mum's favorite character was Polites. She loved his optimistic attitude from the beginning and was crushed when he died so early.

Mum gave a frankly adorable little fist pump when Odysseus resisted Circe's charms for Penelope's sake. Ultimate anti-Hamilton right there, folks.

She also agrees with me that Telemachus has ultimate golden retriever energy and we love him for it.

Mum hated Calypso. She immediately picked up on the toxicity of Calypso's attachment of Odysseus and honestly got kind of impatient watching Not Sorry for Loving You when Calypso kept repeating herself disregarding Odysseus's feelings and Odysseus so clearly just wanted her to LEAVE HIM ALONE.

Mum hasn't read the original Odyssey since she was in high school (so like...sixty years ago), and she says that she'd never really felt the amount of time while reading the book as she did watching/listening to the show. She really felt the twenty year voyage and the frustration in how poor Odysseus could just not seem to catch a break!!

As to be expected, Mum got really choked up at Odysseus and Telemachus's reunion and especially at the ending! (In her words, "who wouldn't?! How heartless would you have to be to not get a little choked up at that?")

[midnight--sadness]

what do you think about gi hun not helping the homeless man and betting in someone helping him?

hm, this is kind of a complicated answer for me to give!

i think that gihun wasn't being selfish for not going to help the man. i know some people use this as prove that gihun changed due to the games and now he's content (🤨) and willing (🤨) to let others get hurt without getting involved because the games took away his compassion.

well, to that i say that even during the games, when deoksu starts beating that man, gihun didn't get involved either. i also don't think this is a bad thing because i think it's just survival? if gihun got between them he would get jumped on by deoksu's crew most likely or deoksu would hit him himself.

in the first episode when gihun shoves deoksu aside to get to saebyeok, we can see that gihun only actually sees deoksu after he started talking to him. before that, gihun was acting impulsively to reach saebyeok.

now, during the talk with ilnam, i honestly can't fault gihun for not going to help the man.

he had just discovered that the old man whom he had met and kept safe during the games, who had shared so many moments with gihun, who had sacrificed himself during marbles to let gihun live, is actually not a fellow victim, but a perpetrator.

ilnam didn't die like gihun had thought. gihun mourned this man, so much so that sangwoo even tells him to stop it because he barely knew ilnam and had no reason to be affected.

and he discovers that ilnam is not only alive but also the reason why the games happen, why gihun lost his friends, why so many people died.

gihun deserved answers! he deserved to know why ilnam did what he did! i don't think it's that crazy to accept that gihun would stay with ilnam. who knows what would happen if he left? it was obvious ilnam was near death, he could literally die without gihun knowing anything. he could be moved somewhere else and gihun would never see him again.

now, i know that gihun didn't get that many answers but at least ilnam gave him an explanation. it was an insane explanation but it was one nonetheless.

besides, what's to say that gihun wasn't going to talk to ilnam and then leave to help the man? they had a bet going on, i know, but after getting his answers gihun could leave. someone helped the man before he could and he "won" the bet, of course.

i think gihun not helping him was more symbolic, in a sense. maybe was seeing that maybe he himself didn't have to go help someone, that there would always be people like himself who could lend a hand. i think it showed gihun that he wasn't alone in his way of thinking.

honestly, using this scene as a gotcha moment to talk about gihun's supposed change because of the games is very strange. i think gihun's plan in s2 is more of a show of how his priorities change as he gets more frustrated by the games and his inability to actually keep people save.

[sweatinghoneybee]

Been reading this x reader fanfic of Epic: the musical and animal crossing called 'Epic: The Fair Maiden' in @kquil's side blog kqutie and I've been loving the premise so much so I've decided to make a new OC based off of the fanfic she has made. And I'm honestly I'm so glad to find another fix it fanfic caus elile as much as I love the musical, it has given me too much angsts like damnit my boy Polites died when he has just finished singing a happy song and my guy Eurylochus wasn't able to get back home to his wife! Like come on! The guy also been loyal for so long like his bro Ody! Get him back to his wifey!

And disclaimer no the what I drew here isn't how reader is said to look like in the fic but it's just my Interpretation since reader is based off of reader themselves.

I named my OC Theo cause the name means miracle and also cause even tho the reader is called fair maiden by everyone in the fic (can I just say that I love how the reader is being referred to by an actual title instead of like y/n or like an "insert name here" cause like I love this part so much cause it makes the story so much more immersive somehow in head, I don't know maybe I just love how the reader is referred to something else after reading so many fanfics that makes you need to insert a name when you read a part of the name) I don't know why but I thought it would be so funny that her real name would rhyme with Calypso since in the story she's basically like the anti-Calypso cause unlike Calypso who wants to keep Odysseus so that he'll be with her forever the second the fair maiden meets the whole crew she does everything she can to get all these grown ass man to finally have some peace while she helps them be tip top shape to get back home and is Odysseus' and by extension Eurylochus' supporter in getting these two loving husbands to get back to their beloved wives (⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)

For the look I gave her I don't know why but I thought of strawberries when I made her and I thought it'll be so cute cause like she's so sweet in the fic and also she can't talk which added a unintentionally reference to Ariel and basically because she's a disney princess here, so with that I gave her bright red hair with strawberry flowers covering it and I also made her have these cone swirl hairstyles? (What do you call this hairstyles in anime) As abit of a reference to how Eurylochus says that no outfit (which I'm extending to hair here) will stop her from doing any labor work. And I gave her green eyes as like the green leaf on strawberries. And I sorta wanted her to be short and have a plump body type cause like she's being referred shorter then Eurylochus and also being referred to be like a chipmunk when she ran a grabbed every single gold from the money tree in the fic. And I thought the plump body shape would fit since I think if I remember correctly in ancient Greece a woman being more plump is considered beautiful and with how the story literally gave her the title fair maiden I think it fits well! And then I just gave her the dresses that's being described in the fic and done! Honestly the hardest fore to draw is the whale shark, seriously coloring that thing's spots are hard!

That's all I'm gonna say, please if any of you all haven't read this fic and are interested here's a link for the master list of this fic

This story has two versions, a platonic version and the not platonic version so if any of you all are not interested on reading romance and just wanted to read a story of you being friends with the whole crew there's a choice for you (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ please give the author some love Kay? She really worked hard to make these story so give her many appreciations she deserves! She even made a poll about whether or not she should make a different ending for the two different versions so please support her in her efforts! Can't wait to so what she'll decide to end this series since the ending is soon! So those who want to join in before it ends, come on quickly and come join reading this cozy fic! ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／

[waynes-multiverse]

Oh, for sure they shipped that kid off to Mrs. Brooks as soon as she fainted. Ben probably threw him outta the car on the way home lol. And he had definitely developed a hatred for the bedroom door 😂🩷

snorts What a good comeback, though surprised Ben acknowledged that so easily. 😝

Haha I actually gave Rehab a reread to get a feel for them again, and he grew increasingly more self-deprecating toward the end 😆 (He also knows that arguing about this with his wife who literally knows would be useless lol)

God I'm so relieved!! You had me going there for a while. 😭 But with your promise of a happy ending here I held onto my seat and kept calm.

Honestly, my heart couldn't have taken it either after everything I've put them through 🙈💕

Also I love that eating enough to feed a small army was part of her recuperation lolll. Talk about ravenous -- but I have a feeling she's craving something else now. 😏❤️‍🔥

Bahaha yes, it's been a while for both of them 😏 At least she's not a supe anymore, and Ben can relax a little more 😂🔥

LOLL honestly I'm kind of with him on that one. Why is everything labelled a "kink" nowadays? 🤣🤣🤣

Oh, so true! Thank you gramps for saying what we can't 😂 (But seriously, breeding kink used to be just baby fever. Like, am I wrong??? lol)

Wayne omggg! Seeing your note at the end, I DO remember sending you that Ask!! I'm so happy to see it done here because it's absolutely perfect for these two and this moment. Thank you for using the idea! 🥹💓 Deep down, Gramps just wants to be made love to, and you gave him his heart's desire. 😘

So happy you enjoyed what I did with it! Thank you so much for giving me that prompt, Alex!! I really could see this for them, especially since they've been more on the wilder, experimental side, so this was a nice switch and they seemed to both really need that. Not me getting sappy explaining goddamn smut lmao 😭😭

*snorts* 🤭😏 I see you, Wayne.

Also on brand that he'd be such an ungrateful whiny sourpuss on his birthday. 🙄

Ikr? 😂 And I genuinely think it was all the reasons you mentioned. Getting older, being over birthdays in general because it's been goddamn too many, and then no super blow job?! Tsk, poor man-child...

YES. I have this headcanon too, that this is the only way to manipulate him into doing what you want. Especially when he's being a prima donna. 🤣

Hahaha totally! This is why we're still the smarter gender, even though we forget feminism with SB 🤣🤣

GOD he's so dumb for this loll. That's actually a really cute way to tell hubby you have a bun in the oven. 🥹

I broke down laughing writing this because I could see him totally not catching on 😂😂 (Also when has that man actually ever seen a pregnancy test from this century? lol)

But I thought the idea was sweet. I've seen a couple of people do this in reels over the years, and men generally take forever to read a test correctly (and its implications lol). I swear the video I made of my husband still makes me laugh so hard because he had no fucking clue what I was trying to tell him 🤣🤣

(And I have a few more drabbles planned for them, including Benny 🥰)

Thank you so much for reading and all your sweet comments, friend!! 🥹🩵🩷 I honestly can't wait for a little reading break after this and dive into your HC about Man Flu because I feel that title in my bones lmfao 😂

Lover – Part 3

Series Summary: Free from his past, Ben’s trying to move on and find a little drop of happiness in this new world. But when he finally holds everything he ever wanted in his hands, it threatens to slip through the cracks, and he has to fight one final time with everything he’s got to keep it.

🫡 Catch up here! Sequel to Rehab & Video Games.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ due to language & mature themes, established relationship, Soldier Boy x wife!reader, human!Soldier Boy, the fluffiest of fluff, the smuttiest of smut (watch out for the breeding kink lol) 😉

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day to you all, loves! 💕 Thank you so much for all your wonderful comments over the last few days. I've seen and appreciate them all and will catch up with you guys over the weekend 🥰 For now, excuse this poor mama, 'cause she is fucking beat 😂

Enjoy the happy end 🩵

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Part 3: Lovestruck

Three fucking days he had waited in front of that goddamn door.

He slept in front of that door, ate in front of that door, and he silently panicked in front of that door. He hated that fucking door, had raging murder fantasies about it, but he never, ever opened said fucking door, no matter how much his fingers were twitching. Mostly because every time his hand did wrap around the knob, she’d yell at him to ‘stay the fuck out.’

Ben only unwillingly complied.

But when the quiet came and all other noises stopped, he finally dared to set a foot inside. The bedroom looked normal, even if disarrayed – but the bathroom surely needed a fucking remodel.

All that remained of their bathtub was a solidified puddle of acrylic. There was also a hole in the floor – burned right through the tiles. He’d wondered why it’d been so cold in there till he'd noticed the giant hole in the wall too that gave a perfect view of their backyard. But he found Y/N resting and curled up on the cool, white tiles – alive.

His heart might have fucking soared higher than an eagle.

When Ben asked her how she felt, she only replied with “Like I fucking survived D-Day.”

At that, Ben had snorted and said, “At least one of us did.”

And when they were both sure the worst was over and she wouldn’t turn the car into bubbling liquid as well, Ben finally drove her to a hospital. She was still weak, mostly from not eating a thing in four days. The doctors thought she must’ve had a severe case of the flu, gave her an IV drip with plenty of nutrients, and then released her after a few tests.

She’s been exhausted since then, drifting in and out of dreamland as he holds her in his embrace. She begins to stir again, and soon enough, she glances tiredly up at him through her eyelashes and gives him a lazy smile when she realizes he’s still here, exactly where he was hours ago when she last woke up.

“How late is it?” she asks and stretches a little in his arms but only ends up snuggling closer to him.

“Close to three,” he replies, and judging by the darkness outside their bedroom window, she guesses he doesn’t mean in the afternoon. “How are you feeling?”

Y/N almost breaks a smile. She can’t remember if he had ever asked this much about her well-being before. Her little brush with death might have shaken his steeled core more than she’d initially figured, and her heart swells slightly at the thought.

Sometimes, she still thinks he only keeps her around because he doesn’t know any better. It’s like getting an abused dog from the shelter – you never know if they really love you or if they only tolerate you because you’re nice enough to feed them.

He’s a creature of habit, after all.

But the affection and genuine worry gleaming in his pine green eyes tells her he might see more in her than that – whatever the hell that is.

“Better.” She nods, letting her fingers trace patterns around the golden freckles on his chest. Much better, she thinks as she feels the familiar heat pool between her legs. She bites down on her lower lip and presses herself closer to his perfectly toned and muscular body. It’s been too long since she’s worshipped every fucking glorious inch of him. “I think the fried chicken and noodles helped,” she adds with a small grin.

He chuckles – but not at her words. He can feel how she’s rubbing her thighs together now to get a little friction.

“Oh, I’m sure the burger, fries, sushi, and tacos helped, too,” he teases her. He came this close to entering her in one of those eating competitions as he watched her empty take-out container after container.

“Don’t forget the churros.” She giggles, and on cue, she rolls fully on top of him and straddles his waist, spreading featherlight kisses along the paths her fingers trailed.

“Not surprising. I already know how much you can stuff in that fucking mouth, doll.” Ben’s wide smirk is full of pride, and it causes her to giggle.

To make his point even clearer, his massive hands smooth down her sides and grip the globes of her ass, grinding her core against his proudly standing member. She mewls into the crook of his neck when she feels how fucking hard he is already. He lets out a grunt that carries the same desperate need to be inside of her as two of his thick fingers delve into her tight channel without much of a warning.

“Fucking drenched,” he mutters appreciatively as she arches her back with another moan on top of him. His free hand winds itself in her hair, giving it a slight tug that parts her lips with a pleasurable hiss as he drags her closer to his face. His amusement doesn’t fade, though, nor do his fingers in her pussy as he works her into a frenzy. “Sure you’re ready enough for the big guns, baby girl?”

She giggles breathily at his relentless teasing. “I’m literally about to come any second now,” she replies, soon followed by a harsh bite of her lip when his calloused thumb finds her clit. “Fuck…”

“Oh, I don’t think you fucking are.” Ben smirks and withdraws his fingers from her heat in the same breath. He laughs a little when she falls against his chest with a whimper of real loss.

Her hand finds his length between their burning bodies and wraps around it, already dragging his tip through her dripping folds. But Ben only entertains her plans for a second before snatching her wrist and pulling her away from him.

She whines this time and looks up at him. “Dear God, what do you want?” A laugh rumbles through his chest at the exasperation on her face. “I’ll do anything you want, anywhere you want. Just tell me. What’s Soldier Boy’s deepest, darkest fantasy, huh?”

Ben knows she’s teasing him, and a smile of amusement twitches on his lips, but a part of him actually seriously considers her question.

“What?” Her brow knits curiously as she observes the contemplative purse of his pillowy lips. “It’s okay. You can tell me,” she assures him and grins cheekily. “How fucking dirty is it?”

Ben swipes his tongue over his teeth and subtly swallows the lump in the back of his throat. He doesn’t reply instantly, however, pulling her ear to his lips as he whispers his little wish.

When he’s done, she blinks at him in surprise (and a hint of amusement). She certainly hasn’t expected that, but she places a loving kiss on his lips. The asshole can be charmingly sweet once in a blue moon.

“You sure about that?” she checks, but her tone is more than a little teasing. “There’s a lot of kinks to pick from.”

“Why does your generation always have to label fucking everything? It’s fucking sex. That’s it.” He huffs a bit too defensively, and she tries her best to muzzle her laugh. “What’s fucking wrong with it?”

“Nothing,” she assures him, giggling, and tries to soothe the furious lines of offense on his brow with little kisses. “It’s just surprising. It’s usually what super-old, married couples do.”

“Well, there you go,” he retorts. “I’m super fucking old and married. You’re gonna keep fucking chit-chatting or are you gonna do it now?”

“Fine, I’ll make love to you,” she relents with a smirk as she voices his little secret out loud.

“Jesus fuck!” He throws his head back into the pillow with a theatric eye roll.

His patience has run out. He grabs her fast and rough and flips them both over in a blink of an eye, her back landing in the plush mattress with a bubble of giggles. His weight presses down on her and deliciously threatens to squeeze the air from her lungs.

“Let me show you how it’s fucking done, my love,” Ben says with a cocky smile and begins to ravage a path of destruction down her throat. She’s sure she’ll be more colorful than a rainbow in the morning.

His teeth nib on her skin, hands pawing at the only clothing item that still covers her body from him, soon tearing the shirt over her head. His mouth stops attacking her clavicle then, green eyes focusing on her tits with a rising smirk.

“There’s my girls. Daddy’s home…”

Before she can even reply with a laugh at his comment, his mouth is swallowing her left tit, tongue roughly swirling over her nipple till it peaks against his wet muscle. She moans and arches off the mattress when his other hand massages, palms, and squeezes her other breast with the same fervent hunger.

Her hands find purchase on his strong upper arms, bicep flexing underneath her pads. His mouth devoutly licks lower and lower down her belly. She can feel his smirk rise against her skin the further he travels before his tongue dives straight into her folds.

“Fuck!” Her hips instantly buck forward, everything below her belly button clenching at the welcome intrusion.

And God, that man is skilled when it comes to sex. If he takes nothing else in his life seriously, this is his goddamn Olympics. He always gives it his all, just aiming for that gold medal over and over again.

It’s why she honestly forgives him for most of the shit he does or says, and she’s pretty sure he knows it, too.

His arms wrap around her thighs and pull her even closer against his sinful mouth. Her ankles cross behind his head, calves resting on those broad shoulders that seem to be made just for that purpose. Her toes tease his scalp, scratch the back of his head that cause little groans of his against her center that sound both submissive and primal, as if it's the most natural thing to give his everything to her.

His nose deliciously rubs her clit, and then the bastard fucking inhales and sucks the air right out of her when his lips seal around her bundle of nerves. She cries out his name, her cunt clenching with aching emptiness.

“Don’t worry. I know what you need,” Ben hums against her mound and shoves two thick fingers into her wet channel. “So fucking tight. You think you can take three? It’s been a while. Gotta get you into shape again…”

Fucking Olympics.

His digits then pump her so purposefully, mouth sucking her so religiously, she soon soars so fucking high she can see fucking Cupid himself. Her head falls back into the clouds when that fucking arrow hits, and she falls apart under his binding spell.

She thinks she might have passed out there for a second or two. When she steals a glance south, he still works her zealously through her glorious high as her pussy grips his fingers so tight she’s baffled they don’t break.

If she still had been a supe, they would’ve have.

And my God, she knows Ben’s never wasteful, not with his drugs nor with her arousal, but the way his tongue cleans her and licks his own fingers reaches a new level of obscenity she hasn’t witnessed before.

He acts like he’s been fucking parched for decades, and her juices are the elixir of life.

Then, when there's not a drop left to drink, and only then, does he decide to resurface with the laziest and proudest fucking smirk she’s ever seen. He leans so close to her face their foreheads touch, and she can smell her own scent in his glistening beard before he makes her taste herself, too.

“You’re still the same shithead.” She smirks breathlessly, her tits heaving as she breaks from the kiss. His chuckles fill her soul. She cards her fingers through his beard and brushes the hair back that falls into his mesmerizingly green eyes. “You’re gonna make love to me now?”

A smile widens on his plump and swollen lips, even at the hint of teasing in her voice, but he doesn’t respond with words, only nods and claims her lips in a blazing kiss. He angles his hips between her thighs then and spreads her legs further apart as they secure around his middle.

His lips leave hers and force her eyes open, staring straight into his. There’s an abundance of devotion and love in the lush greens that fill her heart. He makes her fucking feel it – every goddamn thing she is to him.

She feels his love when their fingers interlace and he pins them above her head. She feels his dedication with every thick, long inch he pushes inside of her. And she feels his fucking loyalty with each deliberate stroke.

He doesn’t rush, even keeps the dirty talk to a minimum. This is just for her.

It’s his fucking Olympics.

But most of all, she sees their vows shimmering in his eyes and knows he’ll never fucking break them.

“I love you,” she moans breathily into his ear, wounding herself tighter around him. She’s fucking close, ready for that next arrow with his name on it to pierce right through her heart.

He smirks a little in response, like he’s been waiting to hear it first. “Trust me. I fucking love you more,” he says, voice husky and thick with love. He emphasizes his promise with a snap of his hips, driving his cock right against her cervix. “Gonna pump a full fucking load deep into that little pussy till you’re fucking knocked up with a whole litter.”

Fucking shit. That should not turn her on as much as it does, but it’s hard to goddamn deny it when she comes right then and there as soon as he’s finished that filthy sentence.

“That’s it. Fucking milk my cock,” Ben rasps into her ear and feels his balls tighten when her pussy quakes around his shaft. “Like a fucking faucet,” he murmurs appreciatively and sucks marks into her neck. He’s missed making her his work of art, too.

When he spills his seed into her, hot and raw, he ensures their eye contact never breaks. He wants her to see what she’s fucking doing to him, how he falls apart just for her, too.

Two months later…

“What the fuck is taking you so long?” Ben stretches his neck and tries to peer into the kitchen. He begrudgingly eyes the green, glittery party hat on the dining table in front of him. “‘M not putting the fucking hat on, by the way.”

“Dude, you think it’s fucking easy lighting 108 candles on a fucking cake?” she retorts from the kitchen with a bit of bite before she strolls out with a sort of wonky buttercream cake, but the smile on her face is even brighter than the million candles.

“There’s no fucking way you put 108 candles on there,” Ben scoffs and grumpily crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back with a creak in his chair.

He’s been a bit of a party pooper all day. It also didn’t help when their son pointed that out at breakfast.

However, Ben probably shouldn’t have replied with: “Yeah, you would be too if your wife said no to blow.”

And yup, you bet your ass he woke her up bright and early in the morning, requesting she’d lick the snow off his dick. He’d termed it a super blow job and was rather disappointed when she'd declined.

“No, but I managed to get 53 on there, so it’s an A for effort,” she replies patiently. God, she needs so much fucking patience every day, but especially today.

“What fucking hippie school did you go to, huh?” Ben huffs and only encounters an annoyed frown when he looks at her.

“Blow out your fucking candles and make your wish, caveman,” she orders him dryly.

With a pissy eye roll, he does, puffing the life out of each little flame. “Are we fucking done with this now?”

Just then, the oven timer goes off, and Y/N straightens in the seat across from him.

“Uh, almost,” she says. “Got something in the oven. Can you check?”

“It’s my fucking birthday. How about you check yourself?” he retorts like a fucking princess.

“Ben, c’mon, I just spent six hours in the kitchen, baking you that cake,” she argues.

“Surprising it took six hours for this fucking thing,” Ben mutters, and she’s about to goddamn choke him.

Patience is a virtue, patience is a virtue…

“Baby, please, my feet hurt really bad.” She pouts, and he finally gets up with a deep sigh. She smiles wickedly.

“The oven isn’t even fucking on!” Ben yells soon from the kitchen. “And there’s nothing fucking inside!”

“Are you sure?” she acts as best as she can. “I thought I put something on the baking sheet.”

She listens to the clattering metal before a beat of silence follows. She’s sure his brows are densely knit in confusion (and frustration) at this point.

“What the fuck is this? Why would you put a fucking plastic stick in there?” The question finishes when he returns to the dining room, a small, white stick still in hand. He then holds it to his nose. “Why the fuck does it smell like piss?”

“Because I fucking peed on it,” she responds but sees he’s still not fully catching on.

“Ew! Why the fuck would you put that in the fucking oven?!” His brow furrows so comically she tries her hardest to stifle her laughter.

God, she hopes the kid gets her brains.

“Why is there a fucking smiley on it?”

“Because you’re supposed to be fucking happy, you moron,” she says.

“Why would I be fucking happy over a piss stick? Not exactly the fucking Rolex I wanted, is it?”

“Ben.”

His green eyes narrow at her and then blink. “Wait…”

“Yup.”

“Are you–“

“Yup.”

The stick in his hand drops to the floor before he scoops her up into his arms so fast she feels slightly dizzy from the motion. Happily, her legs wrap around his waist and arms lock behind his neck. She kisses him deeply, and he kisses her back with the same passionate devotion.

He squeezes his eyes shut a little tighter, forcing the tears to stay in, but she can still see the remnants of them when she draws back from his lips.

“I’m pregnant,” she says in case he still needed the verbal confirmation.

“Best fucking birthday ever,” he replies, swallowing the fucking lump in his dry throat.

She grins mischievously. “Told you it would be a good one, but no super blow jobs for a while.”

He snorts a chuckle. “Got it. I’ll take the regular ones, too.”

Ben once used to hate everything, his heart, much like the Grinch’s, a few sizes too small for anything else. But now, there’s barely enough space in his chest to contain it all. These days, he certainly considers himself a lover of all things life has to fucking offer.

The End 💕

Didn't I fucking say I would fix it?! Well, there ya go! Sid and Nancy got a happy end 🌅❣️

Do you guys think Ben wished for a baby or a fucking Rolex when he blew out those candles? 😂

(@zepskies 💜 – Not sure you remember this, but you sent me this ask for Dirty Drabbles about a year ago lol: What if Ben's girlfriend/wife/partner agrees to help fulfill one of his dirty fantasies. She's fully prepared for it to be insane (a la Ben), but what he requests is actually something surprisingly sweet (in its own way lol) And I immediately had this for this miniseries in mind! It fit those two perfectly!! 🥰🫶)

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[thehoardofthegreatdragon]

You are the no.1 Shanks Understander™️ to me so I’m gonna ask your thoughts on this if you’re interested:

How do you see Shanks reacting to Mihawk getting ill or injured?? Especially since Mihawk responds so so badly when it’s the other way around, and would obviously detest what he perceives to be weakness in himself AND any hint that he might need to rely on another person

Tbh I think it’s another classic Mishanks case of unstoppable force vs. immoveable object, in this case shanks’ protectiveness over his loved ones vs. Mihawk’s complete alienation from the notion of being cared for. Also unlikely, since Mihawk is so insanely strong, but imo that makes it even more interesting and devastating :)

oh this is a fascinating ask-- i think the answer is going to vary wildly depending on the situation, and i can see it splitting into a few broad camps.

its a cold, or otherwise light illness that is very standard for people to get. I think in this case Shanks would play it off, and enjoy getting to take care of Mihawk. Mihawk would probably be fine with being taken care of to some extent for an illness of this kind-- it's not weakness, it's just annoying, and if that means Red brings him extra wine or lets Mihawk uses his shirts as tissues in dire times, that's mostly fine. (though Shanks shirts are in dire straights too and he will never live that down). I think somewhere in the back of his head Shanks would have a thread of irrational fear, but he's very used to pushing past things like that. He'd laugh and make Mihawk sleep more and be okay

its a serious terminal illness of some kind. This is the worst case, illness wise, and I think would raise major memories of Roger. I think Shanks would start to look for cures-- scour the world over, talk to every doctor he could, and focus on fixing what he could. If he couldn't, then I think Mihawk is the kind to accept it as the fate of how he dies, and Shanks is the kind to rally against that in increasingly desperate ways. DEPRESSING, in summary, and definitely the one where Shanks is openly most upset. Brittle, I think. I think his smiles would be brittle.

any injury at all, and/or an illness that knocks Mihawk out for a while but won't kill him. this one is most interesting to me, because I think it's where Shanks would have the wildest irrational responses that he has to control-- he'd want explanations, beyond what Mihawk could offer and is willing to offer. He'd go tight, wound up and tense. I think in this scenario he'd never leave Mihawk, and it's also the most likely to make them fight-- Mihawk would find the attention stifling, and the weakness unacceptable. He'd want to leave, and Shanks would be in a headspace where he just wouldn't allow it. Like physically picking up Mihawk and putting him back in bed, etc. I think he'd smile least in this case-- he'd be more openly angry or resolute, and less brittle.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[triglycercule]

happy birthday dust sans :3 ‼️🎊

"well, that's that. a grand execution, the perfect punishment for a sinner with lifetimes worth of crimes, and yet, nobody showed up, and dust didn't even try to fight back."

"heh. sounds pretty pathetic to me... but hey, maybe this was what he wanted."

"to die alone only accompanied by the ones he hated with nobody who he'd actually want to witness this?"

"maybe dying only with yourself would be less embarrassing than a public show. privacy is something you never realize you want until you lose it."

"... you were right, that does sound pathetic."

[astrolotte]

Genuinely intrigued by the potential of Peri and Irep's dynamic but only in a platonic way so I end up not vibing with the fandom's portrayal of it 😔😔😔

(No but listen LISTEN they were kinda-almost-friends when we last saw them in FOP, yeah? Now they're enemies, with both actively fighting each other, and Irep going so far as to try and kill Peri's parents. What happened? When? What influenced it? Did they ever become friends, or did it nosedive the moment the cameras turned off? What about Sammy? How do Irep's parents factor into this? Could it ever be fixed? There's just so much we haven't seen, and romance just feels like too easy a solution to me. Let their friendship be easy to break, fragile. Let them have to work to keep the connection. Fairies and Anti-Fairies are literally made to be opposites, so what happens when two genuinely and truly become friends?)

((and yeah I guess a lot of this could factor into a romantic angle but ALAS the fandom seems to be leaning heavily into the funny toxic yaoi angle 😔 I don't mind it! By all means, please have your very harmless fun! But it ain't my jam :P Perhaps I'll have to write a oneshot myself...))

(((see tags for more rambles i guess. whoops a bitch spoke too much in there as he always does)))

[mochasucculent]

SOLID video, highly recommend

[fearandhatred]

fandom: good omens

word: worship

I HAVE FINALLY DONE IT copied straight from my notes app babey!! this may seem like just a sad poem but it's really crowley spiraling into a toxic inferiority mindset within the 10 whole seconds that they kiss. i did not mean it to take that turn but next to all the emotions in my brain is this entity called Dark Thoughts that turns the whole console black with one touch. anyway thank u bestie for the word prompt sorry it took five years

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Worn delicate but strong on your smallest finger, a golden halo of a ring that dug through layers of cloth into my spine when i kissed you. it was the first time i felt the touch of your hardened hands on my body, pressing me to you like i could be consumed whole, like you could breathe me into your soul and nestle me in your lungs, like i could become your air. and for a moment, it felt like we were

One. like we were the paths of two comets destined to intersect once and then never again; or perhaps like the odd bullet that gets lodged inside another midair, and doesn't make it out the other side alive. and it felt as if i knew for the first time a purpose beyond existence, beyond love: to worship. to worship you.

Resuscitation has never felt so explosive, so stuffed full with fearsome grace with the same force by which it was ripped from me. and i know now that i will never be the same unless i have this one thing, this reason to live and also to die.

So i'll worship you, from now till the death of time. and when every one of your touches burns with holiness, when you scald my tongue with spit, i'll welcome you on my knees to set me aflame.

Have me in all the ways, split me open on the altar as evidence of my humility, make me repent. forgive me.

I understand now, i understand, it's in my blood to submit, in my nature to crawl on my belly and eat the dust left behind. and i will, and maybe i can do it right this time—i will drag myself behind you with my hands clawing the carpeted shadows of your footsteps, break the bottle open to anoint your head. i'll worship you, skin to skin, soul for soul, if it means you'll stay.

Please—

[morningmask27]

Honestly I'm also not fully happy with what they did with Whis this book