#anyways enjoy my shitty takes of the evening :D

[todd-machine]

Qrow and RNJR vs Tyrian is such a SAD fight scene to me tbh like it's just the combination of it coming right after they've all travelled through all these pillaged towns and watched people die in preventable ways in a region that’s already notorious for being borderline uninhabitable on TOP of having come back from Beacon falling and losing Pyrrha & Penny... just Ruby pushing herself to fight Tyrian bc she feels obligated to do so out of already carrying guilt over all those people she couldn't save so that no-one else around her gets hurt (because of her) and Qrow trying to keep the kids out of the fight because he doesn't want anyone to get hurt (because of him). On top of the fact that Tyrian as a >30-something yo guy just decides to call the Actual Child(TM) he was threatening and stalking and attempting to kidnap a bitch regardless of whether or not it's in the heat of the moment and she maimed him that shit tends to stick in ur mind bruh

[cheolhub]

WORTH THE WAIT — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. mingyu forgets about the date you’ve had planned and he wants to show you he’s sorry in a rather unconventional way.

wc. 1.8k

warning. unprotected sex, couch sex, dumbification, lots of apologizing, big d!ck!gyu (ofc), kinda angsty but it’s all resolved, creampie — MINORS DNI 18+

note. this idea was sent by my beloved 🌵 anon… like…. literal months ago lol— it was a drabble at first, then it got a bit too long, so enjoy it xx [not proofread, kinda shitty]

contrary to belief, kim mingyu does have a few faults. he can be a bit clumsy and he’ll accidentally eat your leftovers every time he’s over, but the biggest fault of them all is… he can be a bit forgetful.

so when mingyu accidentally double books hanging out with wonwoo on the same night as your date, you find yourself dolled up and waiting around your apartment for him, unaware of his whereabouts. you hadn’t seen him much due to your conflicting schedules and you’d been looking forward to the date all week long.

you wait and wait— 15 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour. you text him a few times, but you don’t get a response and you figure he’s at work, asleep, or doing something else. whatever the case may be, he definitely forgot.

mingyu doesn’t realize this until he’s checking his phone for the first time of the hectic game night and he sees a string of text messages from you.

from you 6:33 

i can’t wait to see u!! :,)

from you 7:07

hi babyyy, text me when you’re here and i’ll come down

from you 7:39

gyu are you still coming?

if you wanna reschedule, we can… just text me back and let me know?

from you 8:02

i checked ur location to make sure u weren’t dead and i saw you were at woo’s

i’m just gonna assume ur with him, which is fine :) pls just let me know next time.

shit.

shit shit shit.

regardless of what you say, it’s not fine— he can practically hear your dejected voice through the text and the smiley face doesn’t do shit to mask it. 

he’s quick to tell wonwoo and make his way to your place, insides churning at the thought of you feeling stood up. he would never, in a million years, ever want to hurt you in any way.

he doesn’t text he’s here, he doesn’t knock, he just takes the spare key hidden under your placemat and lets himself in. 

you’re curled up on the couch in your date outfit watching some random show before you jolt at the sound of your door being unlocked. when mingyu walks in, panic on his face, you deflate a bit, internally thanking the universe that it was just him and not some intruder.

“baby…” 

you try to put a smile on as if he isn’t the last person you wanted to see at the moment, but mingyu sees through it. 

“hi, gyu.” you say curtly. “hope you had fun at wonwoo’s tonight.”

the subtle shade proves you’re upset, even if you had said it unconsciously. his lips turn down in a frown and he walks around the couch so he’s posted right in front of you.

“Y/N, you have to believe me— i’m so sorry. i got the days—“

you cut him off with a sigh, “gyu, seriously. it’s fine. it’s not that big of a deal. we can just do something the next time you’re free.” 

he doesn’t even know when next time will be given his rather strenuous schedule and you know that, yet those words come out of your mouth anyway. he huffs softly and takes a seat next to you, intertwining your hands into his.

“baby, please,” he whispers. “you know i would never stand you up on purpose. i lost my mind and got the days mixed up– please let me make it up to you.”

you shrug, avoiding eye contact. you want to stay mad, but the way he’s looking at you… the way he’s holding your hands… it’s making it impossible not to melt into a helpless puddle. “how?” you ask meekly.

he doesn’t say anything, letting go of your hands in favor of cupping your cheek and pulling you in. his soft lips meet yours and you practically forget why you’re angry to begin with. his tongue quickly finds its way into your mouth and your soft moan eases his nerves a bit. 

he pulls back, leaving you warm and fuzzy and a bit needy for more of him. he finally takes you in when his eyes open. you’re still in a pretty little outfit– presumably, one you’d picked out for your date– and it makes him groan a little bit. 

“you look so pretty, baby. you wore this all for me?”

you nod your head slowly. “i was really excited to show you…”

he frowns, “i know, i’m sorry… i’m so, so sorry,” he mumbles and you don’t say anymore, simply nodding your head at his apology. his lips are on yours again, rougher this time. it’s like he’s trying to prove just how sorry he is with every passing second. 

and when he breaks the kiss again, you whine. “gyu…”

“wanna take this off. can i?” he asks, referring to your dress and you just nod again. 

his hands find the hem, pulling it up and over your head, leaving you in your even prettier set. the black lace adorns your body and mingyu feels his pants tighten at the mere sight. 

he’s breathless when the pet name falls from his lips, “baby…”

he’s so glad you didn’t change, but he feels like such an idiot for fucking up this bad. he wishes he checked his phone earlier, he wishes he remembered your date was tonight, he wishes he could’ve taken you out in your gorgeous dress and brought you back home to see the even more gorgeous set underneath. 

but he’ll make up for it. he’ll spend all the time in the world doing so if he needs to.

he stands to his feet pulling his shorts off and revealing his aching cock. you bite your lip and slide down so your back and head are comfortably on the cushion of your couch, eyes trained on his huge length.

he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, rolling them down your legs and leaving your now-wet cunt bare. 

“so beautiful… so fuckin’ beautiful angel, can… can i keep going?”

you whimper and wordlessly nod again, brain unable to give him a verbal response. he grunts, joining you back on the couch by getting in between your legs. 

“tell me when…” he whispers, aligning himself with your hole before pressing his fat cock into you. “fuck, so tight…”

the burning stretch of your walls opening to take him makes your head spin a bit. no matter how many times he fucks you, it always hurts.

at first, at least, because now he’s balls deep in your pulsing cunt and all you can feel is blinding pleasure. the burn and stretch have subsided and your brain has turned to complete and utter mush. 

you clench around him tightly and he has to ask, “are you good, baby?”

you dumbly nod– it’s all you can do– but mingyu can’t help but feel more anxiety fill his body. you’ve barely said any words to him and it makes him worry that you won’t forgive him. 

you moan when his cock leaves just for it to suddenly fill you back up with a single, sharp thrust. this is how it starts before he’s moving faster and faster. 

words still fail to leave your mouth, just cute gasps and clipped moans, but mingyu can’t seem to stop breathy apologies from leaving his own. “‘m sorry… you know that right, angel? ‘m so sorry.”

and your eyes just roll back, ignoring his apologies as you’re all consumed by his massive cock fucking in and out of you. mindless babbles escape your lips and it’s not till then does mingyu realize how brainless you’ve become. 

it makes his heart clench. you’ve never gotten like this for him before and he knows it’s a result of being left to your own devices for far too long. he knows he hasn’t been there for you, knows you haven’t been able to cum properly in god knows how long and it hurts him. it hurts him so fucking bad.

and, to be transparent, he’s missed you more than you know.

his hand finds your abdomen, pressing down so he can feel himself thrusting into you. in doing so, his thumb reaches your clit and this seems to bring some life to you. “gyu!” you cry. “feels s’good!”

he lets out an elated chuckle at the sound of your voice, “yeah? it feels good, angel?”

and it’s almost like you read his mind with your next words. “s-so good, m-missed you.” 

a guttural groan erupts in his throat and he starts to fuck you harder– to fuck you deeper– and the thumb on your clit moves quicker, effectively stimulating the swollen bud. “me too– fuck, missed you so much. missed fucking this pretty pussy so much, baby, you don’t even know.”

your face pinches together in pleasure and you clamp his dick harder at the affirmation. “i-i’m–” you let out a gaspy whine and mingyu knows exactly what it means.

“gonna cum?” he finishes your broken sentence. 

you nod eagerly, eyebrows knit together as you feel the formed knot in your tummy get tighter and tighter. “gyu–”

he shushes, thrusts growing erratic. his voice is hot and breathy and you can tell, just by the sound of it, he’s just as close as you are. “just cum for me, baby– need you to let go ‘n cum all over my cock. you can do it.” 

you cry, body going taut as you cream all over him, pussy trapping him between your pulsing, velvet walls. mindlessly, you babble out some words that he can barely make out, but the second he hears those three words– i love you, said in your cute, pitchy voice– his worries wash away. 

he’s overcome by love and the feeling of you gripping him for dear life and the only thing he can do is press his hips flush against yours and fill you up the way he knows you need. his cum paints your walls, fulfilling the craving you didn’t even know you had. 

“god,” he moans, panting out, cock still twitching between your spasming walls. “please forgive me, angel. i promise i’ll be better ‘n make more time for you”

part of your mind finds its way back to you after a few seconds and you can’t help but giggle at his words. “i forgave you after you kissed me, babe.”

he smiles, large hands caressing your body, “really?”

you hum, hazy eyes taking him in, “mmh, you’re really hard to be mad at, you know that, right?”

“good ‘cus i don’t like when you’re mad at me.”

“well, then don’t do stupid things.”

he whines, “baby, you know that’s impossible for me, stupidity is practically in my dna.”

you giggle at the joke. “i know… but… i won’t be so nice to you next time you decided to hang out with wonwoo instead of taking me out.”

“you can be as mean to me as you want, baby, but i swear, i’ll never stand you up ever again.”

“good.” you smile back at him. “now… maybe you can prove how sorry you are again? in my bed this time?”

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[verimuru]

Red on Maroon A 16-page IWTV (2022) fancomic about the vampire Armand and journalist Daniel Molloy visiting the Mark Rothko retrospective in 2024 Paris. Content mentions & warnings: The comic depicts Daniel’s internalized ableism. Rothko’s suicide is acknowledged but not discussed in detail. There’s angst, talk about kink and lots of fluff. Louis is mentioned as well as Daniel’s daughters. Marius is not named but is hinted at. The comic is set up in post-Dubai-interview time and based on my knowledge about s1 of AMC’s IWTV with sprinkles of book canon. Some notes about the comic below:

As with my last comic, I am not a native English speaker, so I hope you keep that in mind when reading <3 trying my best here meow meow

The Rothko retrospective can be visited until 2nd of April of 2024 in Louis Vuitton Foundation. I visited the place in January, so the comic’s surroundings are a mix of memories and some image searches, but in no way fully accurate. Since visiting Paris next week is probably not an option for most people, the foundation has a very cool free app, where you can listen to an audio guide about Rothko and paintings in the exhibition. I mostly used their app as a source for this comic, so in case you want to learn more, go here: https://www.fondationlouisvuitton.fr/en/events/mark-rothko

 I listened to a lot of Morton Feldman’s Rothko Chapel -album while making this. So put it in playing in the background if you’re into that sort of thing. Link to the playlist on youtube

Since I am Finnish and I found out that one of LVF’s first exhibition had some Finnish painter’s work, ofc I had to include them… Page 14 has Schjerfbeck’s “Dancing Shoes”  and Gallen-Kallela’s “Kullervo Cursing”.

Ok finally some headcanon stuff: in my head, while writing this comic, I imagined Daniel having accepted the dark gift from Armand, but both of them wanting him to live as a human as long as possible to enjoy the benefits of a… mortal body. :’D Since, you know, vampirism is forever anyway, so why not enjoy the variety of bodily fluids, body heat, aches and weirdness of aging? While having a chronic illness is shitty, his life is not, and while his disability marginalizes him, there’s a perspective there, a person living and enjoying things, allowed to take space and feel his thoughts develop from these changes (that also affect over 6 million people around the world with Parkinson’s).

After finishing the comic I am not so sure if Daniel is going to be turned into a vampire after all. So your guesses are as good as mine, would love to hear your suggestions, hehe!

I wish we knew more about Daniel’s daughters! I just came up with something here because I wanted to draw them and wanted to see their dynamics as a family.

I have now read the Devil’s Minion part from Queen of the Damned as a separate short story and appreciate the TV show’s changes to Daniel even more. I can’t wait for S2…..

My sincerest thanks to @anaid-queen for being a test audience, my informant and such a cheerleader the past week <3<3<3

Hope you enjoy xoxo

SORRY I POSTED THE WRONG IMAGE FILES FIRST WAHHH I had to repost ;_;

[chuuyasheaven]

keep listening to the voices

“—Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming, ‘donna.”

“Today was really stressful for him, so he was happy to finally just find peace in you. But in those thigh highs you were wearing, he took it way too literally. .”

Tags: Dazai Osamu / afab! Reader, slight chubby! Reader, thicc thighs, feral! Dazai, rough sex, oral (afab! recieving), dacryphilia, fingering, praising kink, degrading kink, overstimulation, pet names, might contain grammar errors, kinda rushed, kinda cringe?, jus’ a drabble, etc.

Notes: Damn, y’all really are encouraging my voices, aren’t you? Filthy fucks. . .(enjoy anyway lmao)

There are rare days where Dazai actually does his work, which is usually a lot, in those days, he returns home annoyed and stressed. Another thing is, that he seeks your comfort. But this time, he changed his plans.

Why? You should know, seriously. Since you’re kinda chubby, you have thick thighs. The thighs that Dazai loves so much, especially when they’re in thigh highs. The reason’s pretty obvious, he loves how the slightly flow over them.

Whenever you’re in those, he either eats you out or fucks you really good. Bonus if you wear his shirt without anything but panties. But what if you combine those with a stressed Dazai? Well, you can find out yourself.

Right after he came through that door, looking for you, and saw you in his shirt and thigh highs? He absolutely lost control and became feral. So instead of just either eating you out or fuck you rough, he combined those too.

Ever since he came home, he already ate you out once, but didn’t stop after that. Dazai kept on going as if he starved himself. “. . Ah! D–dazai, please. .”, you whimpered for him to hear, he lifted his head to smirk at you. “Y’know, if you keep moaning my name like this I won’t stop anytime soon, ‘donna.”, Dazai teased you before returning to your wet folds. You threw your head back as his warm breath hit your cunt, you covered your mouth to refrain any further moan. He didn’t like that, to say the least.

As an solution, Dazai lifted himself slightly once more to level your thighs, looking at them as he gently kissed them. Those kisses turned into gentle bites, especially on places where he knew you were sensitive.

Still no sound coming from you, he just got back to your pussy, this time, he replaced his tongue with his talented fingers. With those fingers, he reached your sweet spot, the spot that always made you reach high notes. “. .F–fuck!”, you muttered under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

“There we go,”, Dazai claimed proudly. You tried to muffle your moans again, but this, Dazai didn’t let you. As he started to finger you more aggressively, hitting your spot perfectly. That’s when your noises were being heard again, also when your second orgasm came.

While you tried to calm down from all this overstimulation, Dazai already has got to take you. Your eyes flew open as you felt him inside of your cunt, feeling the overstimulation again. He immediately started to pound into you, but not really gentle either.

You could really tell he had a shitty day, Dazai was grunting under his breaths, his grip on your hips hardened to probably leave some marks on it later on. “S–so good for me. . Such a good slut f’me, aren’t you, princess?”, Dazai slurred panting.

“O–osamu, please— ah!. .sensitive!”, you tried to tell him but he didn’t really listen to your whines. “Just b–be quiet. . ,”, left his grunting mouth, “. .Wrap your legs around me, now.”, he ordered you. When your legs wrapped around his waist, he hit deeper inside of you because of the new position.

With this new angle, you were moaning louder than before, which made Dazai even more aggressive with his pounding. “That’s right, let everyone know h–how good I fuck you— s–shit. .”, you felt your next high arriving, your cunt made that clear.

Before you even knew it, it already washed over you and you gushed over his cock. But Dazai didn’t stop, his thrusts got even rougher than before, his tip bullying your spot repeatedly, everything felt so intense at this moment.

Dazai didn’t show any signs of stopping right now, this would be your forth orgasm. At this intense overstimulation, you felt tears threatening to spill out, they eventually did fall after a few thrusts. This just made him chuckle. “Aw, I didn’t e–even cum once but you’re crying already? What a–a greedy whore. .”

“. .‘m s–sorry, ‘Samu. .”, you slurred, not really able to tell whole sentences. “It’s a–alright, princess. .just keep taking me s–so good,”, praised you after, honestly, he found it cute how you were sobbing because of his cock. Soon, Dazai could tell he was growing close, and your fourth orgasm would be approach too.

Then, he finally came, right inside of you. You came around his cock, some flowing out around it. “. .Hah, would you look at that?”, Dazai panted while looking down on the mess you both made on your sheets. Dazai first pulled out before pushing the load back into your hole with his fingers.

“—Hm, this isn’t enough for me. .how about round five, bella?”

This is an 50/50 for me. .

[meltinghun]

Complicated ; Jean-Pierre Magnan.

summary; since the start of the school year, Jean-Pierre and reader have competed with each other for the first place on everything, that is until reader starts to neglect herself.

warnings: fem!reader, ANGST!!!, fluff, swearing, academic enemies-to-lovers, feelings of failure, reader has a shitty family AND doesn't take care of her health (dead dove do not eat? idk?), canon typical misogyny, they're so mean but they like each other (i promise!!).

w/c: 2.8k

author note: i want to thank everyone who encouraged me to keep writting, your comments made me blush and giggle so hard, omg!!!! <3

I got stuck in this o.s for more than a month because I really liked the idea but I wasn't convinced on how it was turning out, but anyways, I had to upload something after being inactive for so long lmao.

The latin teacher handed each student their graded exams, occasionally throwing back handed comments when he saw necessary, visibly enjoying the defeated faces of the students that didn't receive a satisfactory grade.

With an audible sigh, he extended the paper towards Y/N, shaking his head to emphatise his dissaprovement.

"You were the only reason as to why I was starting to believe that it was a good idea to integrate girls to the school." He raised his eyebrows. "But I'm starting to regret it."

The loud comment reverberated on the walls and hurt her ears, making her shrink in her seat with embarrassment when the big red 7/20 was placed in front of her. When the professor continued walking around, she heard a subtle chuckle coming from the left, turning her head in that direction. Founding a pair of big green eyes already staring at her in amusement.

"And I'm starting to believe that, after all, you are not a threat at all." A small smirk painted his face before continuing. "Maybe you fooled all of us into believing that you were actually smart, but I guess you aren't at all."

Her throat closed at the same time that she felt the need to throw up, she didn't knew what was wrong with her, she stayed up late studying for the tests, wrote her own resumes and even recited them out loud to try and memorize it, but no matter what she tried, the formulas didn't seem to stick to her brain, the numbers and symbols seemed like the exact same thing and confused them with each other and even the words of her history homework seemed to be written on a foreign language. She felt like a failure ever since her parents started to demand even better grades than she already had, spending her days and nights studying and having little to almost no sleep at all, investing all her time into trying to regain her star student position.

She was exhausted, sometimes even getting to the point of hallucinating things from the lack of rest, but convincing herself that she didn't deserve it until her parents were more than proud of her. And that seemed so far away.

Blinking away the tears, she tried to keep up with her facade, "Maybe you should start to mind your own business, Magnan." She managed to spat through gritted teeth.

"And that's where you're wrong, again." She groaned in annoyance. "See, when something makes you feel miserable, it is completly of my business because it makes me feel amazing."

She took a sharp inhale, and before she could say something, the sound of the bell indicating the start of reccess pierced the air. Rapidly, she gathered her belongings and almost sprinted out of the classroom, earning a severe reprimend from the teacher that she didn't care enough to hear.

"Miss L/N!" He made an offended sound. "Women, they are so sensitive... That's why they don't belong here."

She made a straight path towards the teachers restrooms, and only after locking the door did she allowed herself to let out a choked sob. The tears falling down and making a mess everywere, a hand coming up her face to try to muffle her desperate cries.

She really didn't know what was wrong with her.

Maybe she was the problem.

Everything came down like a ton of bricks falling on her, from the pressure of trying to be a role model for her family, to the hurtful words of Jean-Pierre that striked a nerve. Usually it wouldn't bother her that much and instead she would have a comeback ready to throw at him, but lately that wasn't the case, the highlights of her day used to be the moments were they started bickering at each other, sharing defying looks and victorius smirks in the way. She awaited those moments so eagerly.

But now she was lacking the strength to think on a smart jab to get right back at him, and even when she did manage to come up with something, it didn't bring her any satisfaction at all like it used to. Instead, she just felt drained.

Once again, the bell rang indicating to everyone that the classes resumed once again, but rather of getting out of her little hiding spot, she just stayed there, not feeling ready to face yet another deception.

Nor face again those mesmerizing green eyes.

A sharp headache made her wince slighty, she's been having them since a few days ago, sometimes were more powerful than others and today it seemed like one of the days were she felt like digging out her brain out of her head. She splashed some water on her face and looked at the mirror, looking away almost immediately when she took note of how sick she looked.

Opening the door, she carefully made her way to the infirmary, thinking to herself that some minutes with the school's nurse could excuse her absence in the class. A sudden feeling of dizziness caused by the sudden movement almost made her trip over, but before it happened, a strong hand took hold of her arm, keeping her from falling.

"What is wrong with you? Where the hell were you?" Jean-Pierre gave her a severe look that harbored his concern.

"I already told you to mind your own business." With all the strength she could muster, she pushed herself free out of his hold, the anger bubbling on her veins. "I don't owe you nothing, so get out of my sight and leave me the fuck alone. You would do me a great fucking favor."

Her harsh words left him completly dumbfounded, never before had she talked to him like that, even on the days when he annoyed her out of her mind. He saw how she moved towards the stairs, holding tightly onto the rails; moving closer to her hunched form, he felt the sudden and desperate need to ask her what was the problem, if he could help her in any way.

"I'm here against my will, Miss Couret sent me to look out for you." Was the only thing that came out of his mouth. "She was worried because she didn't saw you at recess, even more when you weren't at the classroom."

The lie slipped off naturally from him. Miss Couret didn't sent him to look out for her, he scaped class by coming up with some excuse about needing to ask something important about his latin competence, the truth was that he was the one who worried about her absence. But she didn't need to know that tiny detail.

Jean-Pierre would never admit it out loud, but he saw the drastic change on his rival's attitude, and it got him concerned. He would secretly listen to conversations of her friends that involved Y/N herself as a main topic, that's how he got to know how strict her parents were with her and it made his stomach churn with worry.

The weird thing was, he really didn't know why he cared so much, neither why he couldn't stop thinking about her. She was the first thing on his mind when he waked up, thinking about new ways to annoy her and have her total attention on him, he thought about her on the afternoon while doing homework, wondering if she managed to do the excersices better that him, and she was also his last thought before dozing up to sleep, anxiously waiting for the morning to come to do that rutine all over again.

He really didn't knew why.

A grip on his sleeve made him stop on his tracks and turn his torso towards her, his free hand instinctively coming up to rest it on her forearm.

"I think I will pass up." She mumbled with a lost look on her eyes. "If you let me fall, I will kill you, Magnan."

And not even a second later, everything turned black to her.

- - - - - - - - - -

The fist thing she noticed was the slight smell of pine blending up with the strong one coming out of the medicines, a small sigh leaving her lips before opening her eyes, stumbling almost immediately with the image of Jean-Pierre sitting beside the bed she was lying, and from what she could see, he was engrossed with a latin book.

Her heart raced and a hundred thoughts per second invaded her head. He could've left her with the nurse to come back to class, why was her still there? Was he waiting for her to wake up? But also, what if he was only there to be the first one to laugh at her? The questions overwhelmed her inmensely, so she decided to ask first the important ones.

"How long have I've been unconsious?" The sudden sound of her voice making him shot his head up, she could swore he almost looked relieved.

"I, uhm... Here, I bet you are thirsty." He cleared his voice before handing her a cup of water. "It wasn't for that long, just a couple hours. The school's over in less than forty minutes, so we can go home anytime."

She emitted a groan. "No wonder why I feel like I slept for years, I missed the whole day!" Leaving the cup on the bedside table, she glanced quickly around the nursery. "Where's Mrs. Bellanger?"

"Some kid was playing too hard and broke his arm in the process, she told me to keep an eye on you while she took him to the hospital." He paused, momentarily doubting if he should keep going. "She also told me that you passed out due to a huge lack of sleep and a possible unbalanced diet. Tell me, did you thought that it was smart? To harm yourself in order to have the acceptance of some idiots who can't see your real value? It's not worth it if you end up like this."

As if it were an habit, her eyes got teary, losing the count on how many times she cried on the day. It bothered her so much, even more that it was happening in his presence. For a moment, he almost sounded so consternated... But either way, she wouldn't tolerate being scolded like a kid.

"Excuse you?" She exclaimed, an evident frown on her face.

"Don't try to play dumb. You know what I mean."

"Oh, so you want to know why? I'm the first granddaughter, the first niece, the first child, the older sister... It's obvious that I have to make some sacrifices, even if it's at my own expense. After all, everyone expects so much more from me." The words came out slower than before and full of venom. "Yes, it may not be really healthy, but I push myself because it's the only way to make them proud of me, and it's something that I believed you would understand, Magnan."

"And you are not wrong, I do understand you." He took a few seconds before saying his next words. "That's why I don't want you to pressure yourself to be someone that you aren't, I know what it's like to be pressured by your parents -..."

"No, you don't. You don't know how my parents are!" She interrupted him. "You don't know how it is to be belittled when you don't achieve something worthy of their interest, you don't know how its like to feel proud of yourself because you thought that you finally did something right just to find out that you failed again, or to spend every second of the day studying, priving yourself of having a social life just to feel miserable at the end of the day. And you definitely don't know how it's like to live your whole life without knowing if your family even likes you."

She didn't know when she started to cry, much less in what moment Jean-Pierre got close enough to wrap her in a tight embrace. But suddenly, she felt like the constant emptiness in her chest was being filled with something much greater than a temporary stability brought by false acceptance, it was an unknown warm and fuzzy feeling that made her anguish vanish away. It felt like that was all she needed throughout her life.

They pulled apart slowly, his hands immediately went to her face to wipe away any traces left of tears on her cheeks, and they stood there, looking at each others eyes, feeling as if they were frozen in time. 

"I may not understand entirely, but I can learn how to." He murmured. "I really want to understand you."

"But why would you bother?" She asked, confused and desperate to know. "Since the moment we met, the only thing we do is argue, we hate each other!... I tried to hurt you so many times and you have done the same to me, so please, make me understand, why would you want to help me? Why do you care?"

"Because I care about you, deeply." The words came out breathless, his eyes trying to desperately find her gaze. "I really don't know how to describe what I feel, but I do know that every time I see you, my heart goes crazy, and sometimes I wonder if it will come the day where it's going to jump out of my chest to go chasing after you. I know that every time you laugh with another person, I wish with all my soul to, someday, be worthy enough to be the cause of your smile. But I do know that if I hated you, really did, I would be happy for your downfall, but I'm not, because I can't force me to act as if I don't care about you, not anymore."

Jean-Pierre wasn't a man or words. All his life he struggled to express his feelings, but this time, it was different.

"One of the things I admire you for is the way that you don't never give up, it doesn't matter how many times I get a slighty better mark, you study harder until beating me up the next time we have an exam. You are resilient, and so damn smart that it makes me feel jealous sometimes, because I wish I could have a little bit of the determination that you possess, and I can't comprehend why you focus on your non existing flaws and ignore all your strenghts."

"I never thought..." She began with a whisper, attempting to make a joke in order to not break down completely. "I never thought that someone could ever think that highly of me, not even you."

"How could I not? You are the most incredible person I ever met, Y/N."

A violent sob reverberated on the nursery walls, and before she could even feel shame for shattering that easily due to the sweetest words she ever heard, she found herself on Jean-Pierre's hold once again.

It felt like they spend a lifetime in that embrace, hearing nothing more than the rapid beats of their hearts and sharing everything they didn't had the courage to say out loud, not yet. Squeezing the hug one last time before breaking away, she dried her face with the sleeves of her blouse, his adoring eyes never leaving her.

"Now, what? What's next from this point?" Fearfully, she asked.

"Now... I will walk you home." Seeing her confused frown, he added rapidly. "If you want to be the number one, you have to be better than me, and the first step to achieve that is to sleep well and eat some real food. You have to take care of yourself, then we will work on the rest."

"We? You will help me beating you up?"

"I want to help you to become a better version of yourself. If that costs me becoming the second of the class, then so be it."

He extended his arm in her direction, encouraging her to hold it. Slowly, she got up from the bed and hooked their arms together.

"I must admit that my home is far away and I came walking today, so you can still back down if you want."  

"Only a fool could reject such offering."

She exhaled a shaky breath, never expecting that answer. As they made their way towards the door, a sudden question hitted her.

"How did you know about my problem with my family?"

"I accidentally overheard a conversation, I didn't realise it was about you until they named you." An overwhelming warmth creeping up his face.

"Of course, 'accidentally'."

"Shut up." His reddening cheeks and the obvious attempt of a lie didn't went unnoticed, earning a light giggle from the girl.

That fluttery sensation came back to her. She never thought that it would be possible to feel this smitten over someone, even if she still struggled to admit it. While the boy couldn't stop thinking of how fortunate he felt in those moments, with the person he couldn't stop dreaming about holding onto him and walking her home for the first time, and hopefully not last. The warm breeze of the spring surrounding them as they made their way out of the school between laughs and jokes, secretly wishing to have more moments like this one in the future.

[weightgainworld]

How to tease someone else, or at least try.

This is going to be a general guide for doms who are unsure what to say, subs who want to play with their dominant side, and me when I want a refresher on what works.

All of this is what I have tried and works for me. Teasing is an art form and has many different ways to approach it. No approach is right, but there are wrong ways.

1. Some do's and don'ts

-Remember that each person you tease is an individual first. Just because that one guy or girl liked it when you called her a dirty slut, doesn't mean everyone likes that.

- Don't force teasing if the other person doesn't want it. They aren't playing hard to get, and you are not sexy for being more aggressive.

- To find out what that person likes. Sometimes it takes just 10 seconds to see they enjoy pet names on their profile or in a post wherever you read it. It is even easier face-to-face since you can just ask. Even though it is awkward. It can't be weirder than saying something you read in an erotic novel and repeated in the heat of the moment.

- Don't beg for attention. There are exceptions where you can tease someone while still begging, look at tons of subs who beg for pleasure, but as a dom, you need to choose your words carefully. Aka doesn't beg for pictures, dms, etc., and tries to disguise it as shitty teasing.

2. What do you say?

I feel like this is a common question that people have when they are just starting or their brain goes blank under pressure. If you have no idea what the other person likes besides knowing they want to be degraded, try to focus on one or two things you noticed from a photo or their body in person. Take their ass for example, you could describe it as a big wobbly spanking zone, a pretty small butt that needs some red marks, or daddy's favorite body part. If you are a sub or switch, you can in most cases just imagine what you would want someone to say to you. Doesn't always work if the other person doesn't share the same kinks, but it is a starting point that you can work off of. Something is just seeing what other people say while they tease someone. Don't just copy what they say. If you don't have a dominant bone in your body and you do that, it will just be more funny than sexy. See how you can modify what they say to fit the person you are teasing or the situation. A great example is a good boy or a good girl. Both are okay on their own but can be elevated by just adding more passion to it. For example, "You are such a good fucking boy for me playing with yourself and drooling for pleasure."

3. How should you say it?

Unsure if this is helpful to address, but going to mention it anyway. In my opinion, you should say things that fall into the middle ground of sexy but expressive. I roll my eyes when I see someone say 3 or 4 words that are repeated by everyone and their mom. "Nasty slut", "cock whore", "you should be sucking my cock". There is a time and a place for more direct teasing like this though. Some people just want to hear that they are dirty girls while having their hair pulled. That's why seeing what someone likes beforehand can go a long way. However, you could also elevate what you are saying by being more descriptive. You can go from saying, "You are such a slut", to, "You can't help but act like a whore with your tits hanging out." Both ways will get the job done, but being more expressive can help you stand out or just sound sexier. No like I don't use the first example all the time. This is Aldo helpful to keep in mind when writing erotica since you can only say slut, bitch, or cunt so many times before they lose their impact.

4. You can tease without being degrading

This is something that even I forget since I am more of a fan of aggressive domination. However, teasing is more than just saying whatever rude thing you heard in a porno. You can be softer about it like saying, "Are you going to be a good girl and come hump yourself on daddy's hand?" At the end of the day, teasing should be used to push someone you are playing with down a rabbit hole of horny. It is not just so you can vent frustration about not getting that promotion at your job. Not everyone wants to be a slut and that's okay. You can still be a handsome boy who deserves butt rubs while getting pounded.

5. Mix fetishes in for more variety

Like I mentioned before, spamming the word slut every 5 minutes isn't going to impress anyone. Using that person's fetishes to tease them is a simple way to do that. Have a foot fetish? You could say, "Of course, you want to be a foot slave, just put your cock right there and let me help you out." Into bdsm? You can say, "Don't even bother trying to lie to me, you want me to tie you up like the rope bunny you are and rub my hands over your reddening body." I think I have made my point. Kinks are cool, use them to make you sound sexier.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. Learn from other doms how to talk to sexy as well. I am just a random dude with too much time on my hands.

[alannybunnue]

Ok, Imagine: Muzan Kibutsuji with a Wife

Don't question it, ya'll asked for this

But i doubt you imagine something like this...Anyway, enjoy my nonsense :3

[THERE MIGHT BE TRIGGERS WARNINGS, SO BEWARE]

The Demon Queen

= The Backstory =

(I get it, the title is not original, but it makes more sense than anything)

So Muzan is a arrogant little shit and everyone knows it.

But imagine him being married to a unbreakable sunshine

So everything began 1000 years before the main events, in the Heian Era, when Muzan was still a human.

Political marriages were pretty common back then, so you may be asking "Who in their sane minds would marry their daughter to a man on the brink of death?!" Well, our dear reader's shitty parents :3 (Which technically...her mother is me 0-0)

It obviously wasn't a very enjoyable marriage, especially with Muzan's depressing and negative personality, but his wife never change her demeanor, it didn't matter how many times he would cuss at her, she remained at his side everytime with kind smile on her face.

Muzan honestly saw her as a stupid woman who settled down for a impossible dream (Which was them living a normal married life)

So in his mind, he couldn't understand what made her stay with him day and night, waiting for the moment he somehow would be cured from his disease.

She even kept her mouth shut when he killed that Doctor :|

...But then he began to change

And it wasn't impossible to notice, he seemed more energetic, didn't stayed in bed all day like before.

However, he no longer stayed away for shades, his poor wife only found Muzan where the Sun couldn't touch him.

Which made her confused to the extreme, and the poor thing couldn't handle curiosity for long, even if her bitch of a husband wouldn't say a thing...until that one night.

At first, Muzan was going to kill her, at least he was, until she saw him walking towards her normally and became extremely emotional, and went up to her husband and hugged like her life depended on it. (No, she didn't notice the bodies nor the blood)

And as annoying as that would be to the Demon King, he indulged on it for a while, until his brain began to work and he remembered all the times this woman stayed by his side when he was at his worse.

So he transformed her :)

= Muzan as a Yandere + Some details =

One thing that must be made clear, is the detail that Muzan is not in love, he sees his darling more of a living possession than someone he is infatuated with. Using her ultimate devotion for his mere benefit.

Of course, the other reason is because he is already used to his wife's shiny personality and having to look for another woman to disguise himself among humans is too much work.

And yes, after some centuries, he begins to feel bothered whenever she isn't around him, or whenever someone else is with close to his wife.

But that isn't love! It's more like if another child stole his favorite toy.

Surely enough, he won't punish the poor woman too much, she is naive, he knows that...so giving her the silent treatment is enough to make the bubbly sweetheart cling onto him for attention. It still annoys him? Yes. But does he also finds it endearing? Also yes.

Now, does she sees his cruelty and lack of empathy? Yes, however, she is now a demon, she lived centuries with her husband telling her not to mind what they do to humans, nowadays she just can only focus on how much she loves him (My child, wtf-)

Now with demons...it's another story, you see, since she was a human, she always wanted children, but considering the man she got married to...yeah, that was impossible :D

So in her mind, the demons are her children, so whenever Muzan is agressive with them...she is really upset (Let's not comment about when he killed the Lower Moons...my baby cried all night) However, she doesn't say anything, because she can't.

Whenever Muzan can't stay with his wife, he only trusts two demons to take care of her properly

Yeah that's right, Mister Six Eyes and Basketball Man, Kokushibo and Akaza

Both are the most responsible in the group anyway, so they are more than enough to keep the woman in one place...

...But they don't stop her when she wants to stay with others too, except Akaza when she wants to visit Douma.

And Muzan can't complain much, cuz she is safe and sound when he returns, so why bother? (Or that is what she tells him, so he won't lash out on her kids •-•)

So in resume, Muzan is a bitch to everyone but his sunshine wife, but he is not in love- Or that is what he tells himself? :)

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A/N: This honestly is kinda funny and cute somehow?? Muzan is one of the characters that i most despise and i still gave him a Wife...and i gave the Demons a Mom. Hope y'all enjoyed

[solarmorrigan]

For the heart prompt could you possibly do 💚 please? Thank you in advance ☺️

My guy, I cannot even tell you how much this one argued with me. A challenge! It was fun, though, thank you for the prompt :D

💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed

Prompt from this post

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It’s practically the stuff of fairy tales – like something out of the story books Steve’s mom would read to him before bed, back when doing stuff like reading to your kid was in vogue.

It isn’t that soulmates aren’t real—it’s the sort of thing you’ll hear about a friend of a friend or see in the news sometimes, that a soulmate pair has come together, usually when one or both of the people involved are already famous—it’s just that they’re rare.

Not everyone is lucky enough to find their fated person – the person who will complete them, whose presence will soothe, whose very touch is said to be healing (and Steve has no idea if that’s all built-up, romanticized bullshit or not, but he likes imagining that it’s true, anyway).

Steve used to fantasize about it, if he’s honest: finding his One True Love, having a soulmate, someone who would love him unconditionally and never want to abandon him.

Of course, as he gets older, he realizes that it’s both unlikely and unrealistic to imagine that he, of all people, would have a soulmate. And in any case, he doesn’t need one. He still finds his people – people who love him and who care about him and who he loves and cares for in return. No soul bond required.

People like Dustin and Robin – and Eddie, who Steve enjoys being around more than he possibly could have imagined. Eddie, who takes the time to explain his references when Steve gets lost, who listens when Steve wants to talk about his own things, who not only tolerates but seems to delight in when Steve wants to take care of him, who sticks up for and takes care of Steve in return.

Eddie, who seems just as drawn to Steve as Steve is to him.

Even now, when they’d had plans to hang out for the day and Steve’s goddamn brain had ruined it all by smacking him upside the head with a migraine, Eddie is there. He isn’t even mad that their plans have been derailed – he’s just bringing Steve water and his medication and making sure that the blinds are closed and that he’s comfortable, and who the fuck even needs a soulmate, Steve fucking loves this man.

In his muddled state, he thinks he might try to say as much, but it comes out as more of a sleepy mumble. The jumble of syllables catches Eddie’s attention, at least, and brings him back to the side of the bed, where he perches and leans towards Steve.

“How’re you doing?” he asks softly.

Steve hums – less of an answer, and more of a confirmation that he’s still alive.

Eddie gives him a soft smile of sympathy and reaches over to brush Steve’s bangs back from his forehead. Steve swears his head clears a little just at the touch.

“Sorry the day got ruined,” he finally manages, and Eddie shakes his head.

“Nah, it’s fine. We’ve always got more time. Sorry you’re feeling shitty, though,” Eddie says.

And then– and then he leans in and presses a kiss to Steve’s forehead, quick and soft, and the touch of his lips against Steve’s skin sparks. It tingles and spreads and Steve gasps and shivers at the weird, weird feeling of all his pain suddenly draining away, leaving him feeling perfectly well and completely fucking stunned.

He stares up at Eddie, who stares back at him, just as startled, his fingers hovering somewhere near his lips as if he’d been poking at them trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

Steve can see the moment he comes to the exact same conclusion that Steve has.

“Oh,” Eddie says quietly, and Steve laughs, sitting up to throw his arms around Eddie’s neck.

Those stupid storybooks were right, Steve decides, as he pulls Eddie in for a full and proper kiss – sometimes dreams really do come true.

[connorsnothereeither]

So like, a while ago I did a little update on the Brink fics, and I figured it was worth giving a kinda sad update on my other Fable fics as well.

At this stage, there are no plans to continue or finish Your Skin Beneath My Teeth (the second book in the Blood series).

I know this is probably disappointing, because I know a lot of people really loved the Vampire AU. But from a personal writing level, I’m just sort of unhappy with the direction of the books, and I don’t have the time to commit to rewriting them. I’m not invested enough in my own story, and while that’s a shame, I don’t know if there’s much I can do without just giving myself time to stew on it.

There’s also a logistical side to things as well. Fable is coming to an end in less than a month. I feel like it’ll probably take me months to finish the Brink series still first, which are the fics I’m personally more passionate about. And at a certain point, I don’t want Fable to be the only thing that consumes my writing for the next year+. Not to mention the time I want to dedicate to other SMPs and creative projects I’m involved in, like Cantripped, Bound SMP, and Terramortis, with even more stuff in the works.

On top of all that like… I’m just a guy, ya know. I’m a full time student, work part-time most days of the week, commute between 2 major cities regularly, and I have other things that just deserve my time more.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been in fandoms for years, I know it’s shitty when fics you enjoy never get an ending. But I hope that like, people get where I’m coming from with discontinuing it, I guess.

Besides, there is, technically, an ending for Blood. I’ve had the ending written since the end of the first book (it’s just getting there that’s the problem) and so if people would like, as some sort of closure for the story, I would be happy to release that here on Tumblr or on my Kofi or something. Maybe I’ll make a follow up post with a poll.

I might as well mention that there is likewise no plan to “finish” the Band AU, but since that was always a collection of one-shots, there was never really a plan or end for any of it. It was always kinda disjointed without an end in sight lol.

I’m not saying that I’m NEVER going to go back to these fics. Just that it’s unlikely. But who knows, maybe someday I’ll crawl out of the dirt to finish them-

If you did only follow my Fable fics for the Blood books though, I’m sure some elements of my other fan works might appeal to you, if you want to give them a go! The horror/contemplations of humanity are the key theme of Brink, and the mystery/thriller, high stakes political conflict mixed with interpersonal melodrama is the focus of Cascading Skies, my new Bound fic. And of course those and so many more things are just key elements to like all of my storytelling my canon characters lol. But if none of that ticks your boxes, it was great to have y’all along for the bloody vampire ride :D

Anyway this was me getting sappy about setting aside a project I worked really hard on lol. Sometimes you gotta do that and sometimes that’s okay, and that’s an attitude I struggle with but am getting better at. I know don’t owe y’all any kind of explanation for this, I could have just stopped and let it die, but I wanted to give one. More for me personally really; I needed to say something about it publicly to like… fully cement in my mind what I decided on a long time ago. Anyway, catch y’all later when I’m not incredibly tired, and hopefully with a more silly goofy post ✌️

[copperbadge]

Hi Mr Starbuck! Some friends and I are moving in a few months and we're eyeing various places all over the US. Chicago came up as a relatively affordable big city (compared to LA and NYC) and I have to ask the resident Tumblr Chicagoan his opinion. As a resident who lives and works in the windy city, what's your big pros and cons of residing there (especially things you might not encounter as a tourist)? (also, how accurate is your "guide to chicago" still, since its been a few years!)

Well, I definitely have opinions!

The guide to Chicago is no longer accurate -- too many places have closed or moved, and the pandemic altered a lot (for example the Money Museum still exists but I'm not sure if it has regular hours even now). I should do a new one but like, I really don't get out much anymore so I can't talk about restaurants outside of a VERY local area, and I never could talk much about hotels, which just leaves points of interest mostly already covered by Atlas Obscura. :D At this point it'd just be kind of moot, others are doing it better than I am.

Chicago is inexpensive compared to New York or Los Angeles, but like, that's everywhere in America. Chicago is still a quite pricey city to live in, mainly because the taxes are so high -- 10.25% sales tax, for example, and my property taxes are also pretty steep. People joke about Taxachusetts, but I'm pretty sure Chicago at least has it beat (and 2/3 of the state's population lives in Chicago or the outlying suburbs). Housing is not at a premium in the way it is in NY and LA but depending on where you want to live and how far you want to commute it can still be very expensive. My housing was never less than half of my monthly income until I bought this place, and then ONLY because the job I'm in now came with a $10K/yr raise from my last one.

Chicago does have great culture, great museums, great food, and it's a liberal island in a pretty conservative region. It is however quite segregated, so if you are any race other than white, living here can get a little more complicated than I've portrayed it as a white dude. There is significant crime and particularly gun crime, but it's generally confined to specific regions of the city. That said, even if you discount crime, the Chicago PD are corrupt as fuck and uninterested in being helpful, so if you are from a demographic the cops enjoy harassing, it will not be different here.

I do love the city, warts and all. I like the water, I like the people, I like the midwestern vibe. I'd find it very hard to leave, especially because I have a network of friends here, but also because I just plain like it and I know it really well. There is a very short list of cities I'd consider leaving Chicago for, and most of those would have to have a well-paying job waiting for me. But it did take me time to fall in love with it -- it took a few years before it felt like home.

It's a little difficult to get more specific without knowing more about your situation -- what you do for work, what your budget is like, what your goals are in leaving where you are. Do you prefer to drive most places? (Parking and traffic can both get dicey.) Can you tolerate taking public transit if driving is inconvenient? Is the industry in which you work something that has a lot of openings here? Do you want to live in an urban environment, and if so are you prepared to live in a likely somewhat shitty apartment to do so? If you prefer to live in a house, are you prepared for a long commute? What do you like to do for fun and is there a thriving culture for that here? What is it important to have access to -- museums, concerts, theater, sport? Where do you need to travel to regularly (ie, I go to Austin several times a year) and how do you prefer to travel there?

Anyway, yeah -- like, I love it but I have few illusions about it. If you want to chat further feel free to hit me up by email, happy to answer more specific questions!

[love-toxin]

ooohh!! could you do smut alphabet with dilf!eddie? maybe,,, even perv!dilf!eddie? <333

sure! <33

pervy dilf!eddie munson (a-z)

(cws: age gap (20s-40s), perv!dilf!eddie, lots of kinks including somnophilia, cnc, bondage, daddy kink, alcohol, spanking, etc, just general filth.)

A = Aftercare

Loves loves loves it. It's not a chore for him, and he's never too tired for it--aftercare is just another way for him to care for and dote on his lovely little angel. He usually starts by wiping you off with a cloth or his shirt to keep you from getting too sticky, and then he lifts you up and takes you to the bathroom to really wash you down. He takes such great care of you, he's so gentle as he cleans his cum out of you and smoothes over any bruises or aching bites he left in your skin, and he gives each one a kiss before the water runs cold and he towels you off before bringing you back to lay you down on warm, clean sheets.

B = Bondage

It's always been a special interest of his, hence the cuffs he always seems to have within reach. He likes to bind your wrists most often just to keep your hands from hiding yourself when he strips you down, but sometimes he'll get a little more intense with some of the stuff he's learned and he'll strap a spreader bar to your ankles, making it just wide enough that he can squeeze between your legs and go absolutely wild on you as much as he likes.

C = Cum

Whereas it was a bit thinner and stringier when he was in his prime, now it's thick and it comes out in these huge globs that just leave a dripping, creamy varnish over whatever it lands on. If he knows you have to go somewhere, he might shoot off a load in your underwear before you get dressed just so he can enjoy the shock on your face when you slide them on. Even better if you get embarrassed but you wear them to work anyways just so you can feel him down there all day.

D = Dirty Secret

He likes it when you call him daddy. He can't help it, you're young and cute and he likes taking care of you, and you just make him feel so warm inside when you beg daddy for something special with those big, bright eyes. If you let him run with it though, he might get to the point that he encourages you to call him that out in public, even if it's just a whisper in his ear as you ask daddy if he can take you to the bathroom while you're out to dinner with your friends. You can't focus so well with his fingers inside you under the table, not when you need to cum so bad you're willing to let your older boyfriend plow you in the bathroom stall of a shitty little diner.

E = Experience

Lots of experience, clearly. He's older than you but he's also still got that charm that people tend to appreciate more as they mature--and he's fucked plenty of passionate groupies on the few small tours he's done with the band, but it's all behind him when he's with you. You're the only fan he could ever want in his bed.

F = Favourite Position

Doggy for sure. He loves getting to the point where you're so shaky and incoherent from cumming that you just fall all the way forward, your face buried in the sheets while he gets that extra bit of leverage and just lays into you hard. That's also when he's the loudest and most vocal about how good it feels inside you and when you have neighbors banging on your door for you to shut the fuck up.

G = Gloat

He can be mean if he wants to be, his method of choice is spanking if he decides you haven't been as well-behaved as he would've liked you to be. And he mocks you for it the whole time, talks over those loud thwacks of his rings coming down on your ass with "You're so fucking wet/hard, you like getting punished, huh? Want daddy to make it hurt more? Beg a little more for me sweetheart, you're taking it so well so far, daddy's gonna make you cum if you take three more for me. Promise."

H = Hair

Lots of curly, untamed bush that he barely trims because he both forgets and doesn't care (change my mind? you simply can't <3) he likes being a little hairy cause it's even hotter when you work that pretty mouth around him.

I = Intoxication

He doesn't get drunk drunk too often, but when he does all doors are opened. Not only is he absolutely fine with having sex when you're both wasted (even though he abstains when you're the only drunk one), but he actively encourages you to fuck him when you're sober and he's not. Hearing you say you don't want to take advantage of him is just so cute--you couldn't, you seriously couldn't. Because he knows how filthy he is for wanting to have some blurred half-memory of you bouncing on his cock and making fun of him for getting hard while he's too trashed to speak, and he's so willing to indulge that fantasy because it turns him on so much he can't help but hope it comes true.

J = Jack off

Even with your active sex life, Eddie jerks it a good amount. Usually when you're gone, or when he's at work and can't settle down, and he whips out the little card holder full of polaroids he's taken of you so he can pick one and bust a load all over the glossy finish. He likes it tight, rough, and fast, he doesn't waste time when he's not with you and he usually has to be quick before he gets caught doing it.

K = Kiss

Obviously kisses everywhere, all the time, he's a kiss-stealing fiend! But kissing your neck is a little different. He kisses you there purely for the adrenaline of feeling you tense up as you anticipate a bite right into your throat--just like he likes to do as he fucks you, right before he makes you cum.

L = Lazy

If he's feeling a little too worn out to jump into something intense, he likes a little cockwarming while you sit on the couch together. Loves feeling that sweet hole squeeze and clench around him when he moves to get comfy, or if you're watching something scary and a killer jumps at the screen for you to yelp and cling to him. More often than not he slowly starts humping you the more you lay there, and the more you start whining and moving back on him to meet those short thrusts, the more likely it is that he'll feel a surge of energy and throw you back against the cushions to just pound away until he bloats you full with a thick creampie he's got all saved up.

M = Marking

100% tries to make your hickies spell out his name, or at least a big "E" or an "M" that he can snap a polaroid of for later. If he can't make it work he settles for a ring of bruises around your throat just high enough to be nearly impossible to cover up, just how he likes it to be.

N = CNC

It's not a need but it's fun if you're cool with trying it out. He likes playing out a scene where he gives you a ride in his van to get you somewhere but starts rubbing your thigh while he drives, making comments here and there that slowly get lewder and lewder. And when you try to tug on the door handle when you know it's locked, he pulls off and parks somewhere secluded so he can push you into the back and force your tight little holes open for his cock to ruin. That's a good outlet for some mockery too, for him to tease you about knowing he'd wanna fuck you looking like that, and murmuring into your ear that "You like fucking an older man, huh sweetheart? Did you wait around just hoping I'd pick you up and slut you out? Sh, sh, stay quiet, sweetie--don't want the cops ruining our fun, right? Not gonna let em take away my new fucktoy before I break you in."

O = Oral

Clearly he likes getting his cock sucked, but he likes giving you head even more. Loves spreading you out and seeing how warm and tight you are as he pushes a finger in, testing how much you can take before he starts helping you along with his tongue. As much as he likes the control of having you on your back while he does it, he comes apart a lot faster when you sit yourself on his face instead--he loves the cum dripping down his chin and the way you just totally smother him with your heat and your scent, it drives him crazy and if you turn it into a 69 position Eddie literally won't stop licking you to orgasm until you wrench your lower half off him yourself. He's just insatiable.

P = Panties

Total panty thief, but not in the traditional sense. He steals panties off of you more than anything; when you get home from work or being out and about, he'll be waiting patiently to hold out his hand with a "panties, please" and a grin, until you pull them down your legs and hand them over for Eddie to get a deep whiff of. Call him a pervert for it, and you'll be right--but you'll also be getting them bundled up and shoved in your mouth as he bends you back and fucks that 'tude right out of you.

Q = Quickie

He's definitely a fan, they happen most often when you come visit him at the record shop to help out. He owns it after all, so nobody's gonna fire him for getting caught--and in those off hours when he barely has anybody coming in and he kills time by re-winding the cassettes, it's the perfect opportunity for him to pull you into the back and plow you over the repair counter when you come to bring your boyfriend his well-deserved lunch.

R = Risk

Despite insisting that he's probably too old to crank one out anyways, Eddie's so risky when it comes to protection. Slipping his bare cock in and cumming inside you raw is his specialty, and it's much like a drug--once you do it once, it's hard to stop. Pair that with the fact that Eddie's dirty talk often slips into the thought of breeding you, and you've got a recipe for some little curly-haired gremlins running around if you're not careful.

S = Spit

Generally he likes to keep any spitting for when he's lubing himself up or getting you wet for him to finger you, but sometimes when he's in a more dominant mood he likes spitting on your face when you give him lip. It makes you look so much filthier when you're pinned underneath him, or he's also known for spitting in his hand and wiping it on the tip of his dick before he demands that you lick it off. And you both know it's just gonna end up with him pressing on the back of your head until he's nestled all snug and deep in your throat, but you do it anyways and Eddie loves how obedient you are when you do.

T = Toys

Definitely not afraid to use them, although he's not so familiar and needs some guidance on how to use them. He's a quick learner though and good with his hands, so he'll thoroughly enjoy getting plenty of reactions out of you when he holds a vibrator to your nipples as he fucks you, or pumps a dildo just a touch bigger than his own size inside you while you drool around his cock that he's rammed down your throat.

U = Unfair

He's a total tease, but he's not totally unfair--he likes it both ways, when he's teasing you and when you're teasing him. He's kind of a switch so he likes moving the power from one of you to the other, and if you start teasing him while you're working him up or grinding on his lap Eddie will just melt and fall apart in your hands for you to do whatever you want with him.

V = Volume

Most of the time he can stay relatively quiet, but when he's loud he's loud. And he likes being loud, especially if he wants to piss someone off that he thinks is getting a little too friendly with you. Or when his neighbors are arguing too loud or cranking up their tv to max in the next trailer over, then it's volume purely out of spite.

W = Wildcard

He doesn't know he's into ball worship but he absolutely is. Whenever you put your tongue on his balls or pull them into your mouth, it's game over--you can get pretty much whatever you want just by sucking on his sack, and if you wanna make him cum, you could do so without even touching his cock. And he doesn't realize just how sensitive they are, but he does know that he loves it when you play with them and he could watch you push your face between his legs all damn day.

X = X-Ray

Thick, heavy, got a nice curve and big veins that pop out and feel so nice and ridged when he rubs his shaft against your thigh or your belly. Plus his balls just weigh him down so heavy when he hasn't cum in a while, he's sensitive there so he's bound to moan a touch too loud when you fondle them in your warm palms.

Y = Yearning

There's few things that turn him on as much as feeling that you want him just as much as he wants you. He knows he's dirty and kinda gross and that people probably look at you strangely for your age difference, but when you want to kiss him or cuddle or you cling to him like you're just gonna die if he doesn't touch you, it lights something inside him that just wants to keep you under his arm and call you his forever.

Z = Zzz

As long as you give him the go-ahead beforehand, he's a menace for getting on top of you while you're sleeping. Often he'll just go right ahead and fuck a load so deep inside you that it's still leaking out when you wake up, but sometimes he likes to edge by humping your sleeping body through his boxers and leaving a dark, wet stain on your underwear when he makes such a mess it leaks right through the fabric.

[infiniteeight8]

Well, if no one else is going to ask, clearly I need to. For the WIP game, there was something about Dictator Tony? PLEASE, please say more.

(In reference to the WIP game.)

Bwa ha ha, thank you for asking! I admit I'm surprised this one came in last. This is my longest-standing WIP. I keep getting distracted by other things. It's 11,000+ words long, and it's maybe 1/3 of the way done.

Anyway! Dictator Tony is a fic in which Tony takes Steve's comment during Civil War ("The safest hands are our own.") very much to heart. As in, well, if governments can't be trusted with oversight of hero powers, then why should they be trusted with the power they do have? Tony looks around and decides that, actually, governments are doing a shitty, shitty job of taking care of their people and that he can do better.

So he takes over the world.

The fic begins a couple of years after he's won that war and is now dictator of the world. Steve is leading the resistance, and Stephen is a member of said resistance. One day, Tony offers a six month truce, if Stephen will spend those six months with him.

The resistance agrees. And during those six months, Stephen comes to understand more and more why Tony did what he did... And I'll leave it there because spoilers. :D

And now, an excerpt!

“Boundaries?”  Stephen would have thought Stark was mocking him if he hadn’t been paying more attention to his drink than the question. “Where am I permitted to go, who am I permitted to talk to, what kind of supervision will I have when you’re not present,” Stephen reeled off. “Boundaries. What are they?” “No boundaries,” Stark said easily. “Go where you want, do what you want. I’m not your jailer.” Stephen scoffed. “If I could go where I wanted and do what I wanted, I could return to the Resistance right now and still enjoy six months of ceasefire. You’ve already made it clear that that’s not an option. So boundaries, please. I refuse to play some game in which I stumble around until you punish me for crossing a line I didn’t even know was there.” Stark frowned. “I wouldn’t do that.” Stephen just raises an eyebrow and Stark, surprisingly, looks pained. “Does the entire Resistance think I’m the incarnation of evil, or is that just you?” “You took over the world,” Stephen says flatly. “Human nature may not be black and white, but I have plenty of reason to believe personal freedoms aren’t your priority.” Stark throws back the rest of his drink in one gulp. “Fair enough. Boundaries. I expect you to be here, in the penthouse, for dinner every day. You can go anywhere you please, except back to the Resistance. You can talk to anyone you please, except for the Resistance, monthly check-ins aside. You aren’t specifically under surveillance, but I have access to every digital camera and microphone in the world; decide for yourself how much privacy you have. If you ask JARVIS for electronic privacy, he’ll give it to you; again, decide for yourself how much you trust that. I’m sure your magic can guarantee it, anyway.” Stark stood and took his glass back to the bar. “I’ll be in my lab, the next floor down. Feel free to amuse yourself.” Far quicker than Stephen expected, he was alone. “I realize that you don’t know Sir,” JARVIS’s voice somehow sounded like it was right next to Stephen. Good sound engineeringing, he presumed, “but if you think he’s motivated by power, you are very much mistaken.”

[tamaruaart]

Keep in mind this isn't me hating on Kirke, I love that fucked up goddess she's such a fun character. But goddamn I hate her fans.

It's all just people trying to push feminism where it wasn't 🙃 Yes, it's true ancient Greece was kinda shitty towards women. But goddamn that was 3000 years ago. We can enjoy these stories but it's important to not push modern perspectives and view points on these stories while also not condoning these actions. Not to mention we may very well experience this kind of thing with future generations that will come after us so it's important to simply stay humble. Civilizations and humans are constantly evolving and viewpoints are constantly changing so it's not exactly fair to history nor ourselves to take these ancient ideologies to heart. Grow up.

Anyways Circe/Kirke is not your hot little witch cutie 🥰 She's a goddess and the daughter of the Sun Titan. She's done terrible things and that's what makes her iconic. Istg if she wasn't so infamous no one would even know about her. She's morally gray and that's what makes her so neat >:D Now, is it unforgivable to paint jer in a good light? No, but I think if you remove ALL of her questionable morality she losses her charms. She isn't the same Kirke anymore. (Looking at you MM, your writing is good but holy shit.)

It's not unforgivable, but it's simply incorrect. If anyone wants to learn more about Kirke's original/actual character, I don't really recommend most modern interpretations- (MM's novel, Hades 2, DC, Odyssey Movies, my bbg Epic the Musical etc...) I'd say just read the Odyssey, reasurch some older mythos and read the Argonautica.

Can you still like these interpretations of Kirke? Yes. Of course. I love Epic's Kirke even though she is pretty inaccurate. You just have to acknowledge they aren't the real thing! :D That happeneds with most characters ngl, no adaptation nor interpretation is going to be 100% accurate to the original, but with Kirke it's always so... Apparent? So visible. They never make her at LEAST 50% accurate. Which 🤬

She was not a victim, she wasn't incredibly horny, she wasn't a girlboss, she wasn't love sick for Odysseus (it's hinted she only found him to be an 'interesting mortal' of sorts) she wasn't 100% cartoon villain of the week either. She's MORALLY GRAY 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

She holds Odysseus' men hostage, she turns Scylla into a monster out of jealousy, she turns a man into a woodpecker because he didn't want to sleep with her. But she ALSO helps out Medea and Jason (even though it's because Medea was her neice but STILL) and she gives Odysseus instructions on how to head home.

She does BAD things that shouldn't be forgiven and aren't at all justified, but she also does GOOD things that should be acknowledged. She's a goddess. She's a character. She's morally gray. WHAT THE FUCK IS NOT CLICKING???? 😀

I just don't like modern interpretations of Kirke and I'm a meanie so I made this ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

That's why I stick to my 3000 year old books instead of these puny ones that were written in my century 💪💪💪

Do not apply feministic messages or themes on Kirke. Nor any Greek mythology figure for that matter. This was 3000 years ago 😀 if you want to focus on feminism FOCUS ON WOMEN WHO ACTUALLY HAD TO STRUGGLE ABOUT THESE THINGS AND THAT EXISTED IN THE 19-21 CENTURY 😀😀😀😀 WHEN PEOPLE KNEW OR WELL WERE SUPPOSED TO KNOW FUCKING BETTER. OR JUST FOCUS ON MODERN FEMALE STRUGGLES THAT ARE RELATABLE??

Also, if I haven't already made it clear. LIKING A CHARACTER ≠ CONDONING THEIR ACTIONS. I'm just talking about all the people who either call her a girlboss, hate on other figures for being morally questionable but turn a blind eye when it comes to Kirke, and people who make fun of Odysseus and call him a man whore for sleeping with Circe and Calypso. (Despite the fact he's a literal victim)

And for the last time:

👏 THIS 👏 IS 👏 NOT👏 A 👏KIRKE 👏 THE GODDESS 👏 HATE 👏 POST. 👏 THIS 👏 IS 👏 ME 👏 SLANDERING 👏 SOME 👏 OF 👏 HER👏 FANS 👏 AND👏 MOST 👏MODERN 👏INTERPETATIONS👏 OF 👏THAT 👏TWISTED 👏MORALLY 👏GRAY👏 BITCH.

Also I made a typo in the meme. God damn it dyslexia. (It's should be 'transforming' not 'transformed')

[coff-in]

heyhey!! may i req ashley with a fem reader? i may ramble here so please bear with me (reader and ashley are the same age)

reader and ashley were basically childhood friends, reader being the only person to actually give ashley a chance to actually be her friend rather than befriend her to try to get to andrew (which ashley was very wary of reader right from the get-go)

reader is basically known for being perfect and even "pure" by her peers back in highschool (and being a part of student council is no help) mostly due to her mother forcing her to excel and reader never really having much of an identity because of it

so it would be pretty scandalous for rumors of reader and ashley dating to go out, right? well, ashley fuels those rumors meanwhile reader tries to shut them down because reader isn't even out when it comes to liking girls

reader's mother is pretty disapproving of reader's and ashley's friend/relationship but the two usually sneak around to hang out anyways, mostly ashley

in the current game setting, reader is quarantined with the graves siblings since at that point, her mother stopped caring and viewed her daughter as a lost cause and is practically an accomplice in everything that happened

of course, with the quarantine, ashley and reader have gotten closer than ever before to the point that reader is questioning herself and her attraction to ashley

the relationship will be relatively toxic especially with reader likely being more of a doormat than andrew (somehow) and ashley's nature in isolating reader from friends and even her peers in general

notes from coff-in: this is actually such a cool idea, 'nonnie! i don't know to like, add on to this because it's just... it's so fucking good. you really cooked here :D still i tried my best, please enjoy!

[fem] reader-insert, homophobia(?)

holy shit, i think leyley would actually be so happy if [reader] actually came over to celebrate her birthday. even if [reader] wasn't able to bring her a gift, just her showing up to say "happy birthday, leyley!" would cause leyley to break out into a huge adorable smile!! the fact that [reader] actually takes the time and makes the effort to be there for leyley would make her like [reader]. [reader] is there for her, she likes to be friends with her. even having her sneak out of the house to hang out with ashley is so heart touching to her and enforces the idea that [reader] likes her. it also builds up that attachment to [reader] in ashley character.

i'm not too entirely sure how people in the neighborhood the graves' lived at react to gay people but... i'm sure it would be some sort of struggle being "outed" as gay when you yourself aren't even sure if you're gay or not. [reader] would definitely panic when ashley teases her about the rumors. "didn't you hear about them? everyone's talking about us~ about our relationship~"

"what?! what no! ashley, they can't-- they're lying!! we're not dating-- i don't even--"

"you don't what, [reader]? you don't like me? aren't we friends?? you're MY friend!!" omg the back and fourth the two go through of ashley pushing the boundaries of their relationship and [reader] calming her down after she (purposely) misconstrues her words turning ashley down. and it's so hard trying to dispel the rumors because yeah, they always hang out with each other (because ashley gets mad when [reader] tries to hang out with other people) and yeah, [reader] doesn't have many other friends outside of ashley (because ashley doesn't like to share :3c) AND NO, SHE'S NOT JUST FRIENDS WITH ASHLEY TO GET TO ANDREW!!

and GOD ONCE [READER]'S MOTHER FINDS OUT???? ashley knows all about shitty mothers, this is just another factor that she could use to keep [reader] close. it's an aspect that they can bond over!! they're both disappointing daughters to their mothers... kinda romantic, isn't it? it's like the only other that can relate is right next to them huh? (ashley's giving her smug bedroom eyes to [reader] while [reader] is like "haha... ha yeah, so true ashley canwetalkabout somethingelse?") THIS CONFLATES OR LIKE COMBINES WHEN THE QUARANTINE HAPPENS LIKE "WOWIE YOUR MOM DOESN'T WANT SHIT TO DO WITH YOU EITHER!!! we should kiss rn"

biggest question i have is whether or not andrew would like it or not? he's used to being ashley's rock, her anchor, the only one who loves her. and now [reader] comes along and... well, not steals her but makes her less reliant on andrew. ashley's always going to andy so it's not like andrew's leaving her (not like he wants to do so either) but there must be some tension or competition between him and [reader]. especially since [reader]'s taking his spot as "doormat extraordinaire" like bro!!! what the fuck!!! honestly such a fun idea to explore.

[reader] has nothing left but ashley. ashley drove away her friends in middle/high school, her mother abandoned her due to rumors of her dating ashley, and now she's stuck with ashley (and andrew) for three months. no one is calling the phone to talk to her, no one is trying to break her out, and no one is missing her. it's only [reader] and ashley (and andrew)

fucking love this idea, come here. let me kiss that wonderful brain of yours 'nonnie. MWAH MWAH MWAH!!!

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coff-in

[jkvjimin]

hiii, so as 7 days a week was an event for your friends to see i don't even dare to reblog but is it okay? and also please know if you ever do some event like that, with prompts to follow, or any gif activity i'm sure me and a lot of people would be interested in participating

hi :D

i really shouldn't answer this right now because is so late for me to take this, but here i go: 1st, it was not an event, the prompt i made for his birthday was something personal and definitelly i didn't make it just for my friends to enjoy, as you said. if so i wouldn't post it here at all. all my creations are public, is for everybody who enjoys it, even the ones i make to a respective mutual, because we're a community, some people on this site has this ridiculous mindset towards people's creations that is so upseting... but this is a discution for another hour. in fact, i'm tired of this egocentrical question... anyway

2nd of all, i didn't make the prompt for people to follow by tagging anyone because was something i made for second option since i lost my first project, i'm sorry if you would be interested in it, but i actually answered an ask before that if people would be interested in making it i would GLADLY share it for message or ask, but guess what? haven't see anyone interested.

it feels like you're trying to make me feel bad about something that was special to me and that is really shitty, sorry not sorry.

if you didn't reblog it, well it's upon on you. if you're a mutual and i tag you in my posts, please tell me so i can stop tagging you if my creations is something you're not interest to see or reblog. it's your blog, you can do it whatever you want.

take care!

[ssplague]

Chapter 19

Masterlist

⛔️Trigger warnings: Sex, manipulation, toxic relationships, yandere, romanticized abuse, verbal abuse, violence, Sexual assault (ATTEMPT), physical violence, degradation, Narcissistic family, mental illness/instability, delusional thinking, drug use leading to inevitable abuse, hallucinations, gas lighting, fractured psyche, co-dependency, enabling                

✨Here it is, the finale! I can’t thank you guys enough for rocking with me this long! I hope this meets your standards and you all enjoy it as much as every other chapter. Of course if you have been paying attention, then you know this is only concluding the first half of this much too long and seriously fucked up the story, this series is far from over. Anyway; I love you guys, please let me know what you think❤️‍🔥 Enjoy! 🎊

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It was slightly depressing to be back at school after being out of the country and experiencing a marriage proposal. Of course it didn’t even take five minutes after you and Katsuki greeted your group of friends for Mina’s perceptive gaze to fall on your glittering finger.

She snatched your hand up so quickly you didn’t even see her move, “What is this?!”. Her shriek instantly gaining the attention of the rest of your classmates.

Kirishima let’s out a low whistle, Kaminari leans in for a closer look at your hand in Mina’s death grip “That must of cost a fortune”.

“I wanna see!”

“Oh my god! Are you-“

“Woah look at that!”

Everyone crowding around you was getting to be too much, all of their eyes on you made your skin heat up and caused your chest to tighten. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, anxiety getting the better of you. 

“Oi get the fuck back!”

The sudden shout, paired with the menacing crackling that followed it, had succeeded in forcing the group to give you some space. You breathe a sigh of relief and try not to make it blatantly obvious you are attempting to use Katsuki as a shield for the numerous curious as well as shocked stares aimed at the two of you. Midoryia is the only one brave enough to take a step closer , and the green haired male stutters as he does so, “K-Ka-Kaachan? What…?”.

Letting out an annoyed “Tch” at his stumped and somewhat bashful rival’s stammering. You feel a warm hand on the small of your back, pushing you slightly and begrudgingly you come out from behind your aggressive lover to stand at his side.

“M’only Gonna say this once so open your Fuckin ears!” Katsuki sneers at the others still gathered around you two. His narrowed crimson eyes shift from them to you, his expression instantly softened and you know he was analyzing your outward appearance to get a good idea on how you were feeling internally. You made a sound only he could pick up on before straightening your spine and winding your arms around one of his muscular biceps.

Imitating the small smile he couldn’t fully display right now, as it was only for you to see. The aggression and haughty façade was back as soon as he glares at your classmates once more.

“We’re gettin’ married and that’s all you need to know, anyone bothers her with shitty opinions or pesters to see her ring, I’ll blow you straight to hell…now piss off”.

Thankfully, everyone seemed to take Katsuki for his word and they didn’t bother you any more than normal. Plus with graduation coming up, your eventual nuptials paled in comparison. It was one week before the final week of your schooling came to an end forever, that you found yourself on the beach one evening. A large bonfire burned and music blared through the large Bluetooth boom box someone had brought along. The wind blew your hair into your face for the umpteenth time as you allowed Mina to pull you onto your feet to dance with her. It wasn’t just your class gathered here, all three of the famous hero schools had gathered to celebrate together.

Everywhere you looked people were drinking, dancing, or socializing. A sudden bout of rambunctious cheers grabbed everyone’s attention as the game of beach volleyball between the boys came to an end. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Kirishima pick up your lover (who had apparently been the reason they won the game) and lift him into the air.

Shaking your head at their antics you turn to Mina, “I’m going to use the restroom”. “Want me to come with?” She offers but you shake your head “No, I need you to be here to tell Katsuki where I went because as soon as he doesn’t see me, you know he’s going to come ask”. The both of you share a laugh before the pinkette agrees and you start towards the small section of trees that the cement building housing the restrooms resides behind. You quickly do your business and as you wash up, the cheap old light bulbs over head begin to flicker.

Once they start they don’t seem to stop, just as you hurriedly reach for the door handle the door itself opens up. You jump back in suprise to see two unfamiliar young men looking down at you.

“Excuse me” you offer, trying to get them to let you side step and exit the lavatory but they ignore it.

Both of them enter the room causing you to take a cautious step back, as one moves towards you and the other leans back against the heavy door after shutting it behind them. “Ummm…?” You start but pause, not knowing how exactly to Adress this situation. 

“No need to be nervous sweetheart, we just want to talk that’s all…” the one approaching you states, showing his hands as if the gesture would reassure you, it didn’t. “I can’t imagine you have much to say to someone you have never met…I’m taken, so if you’re looking for a date then-“.

They both chuckled at your statement, giving each other a look before focusing on you once more.

“We’ve been out here watching you lot have fun this whole time and I must admit, my buddy and I are feeling a little left out…So many beautiful ladies out here drinking and dancing…but you’re the only one that’s stupid enough to go off by yourself”. For every step the stranger takes forward, you take one back, until your back hits the tiled wall. Now he’s caging you in against it, a wide smile displaying his teeth as one of his hands comes up and pats your cheek.

“Do yourself a favor and don’t make me hurt cha baby…Keep your mouth shut, be compliant and I’ll make this good for you too, understand?”. You turn your head to the side as he tries to kiss you, catching a glimpse of yourself in the grimey bathroom mirror only fills you with more terror.

There in the scuffed and grubby glass is the exact same broken girl you remembered that night in the infirmary. She’s touching her swollen lips with one hand and wincing as her fingers caress bruises that litter her neck and chest. The sudden and undeniable deja vu that washes over you is an obvious sign that this has happened to you before and it’s about to happen again…Large palms sticky with sweat grope at your skin as they slip beneath your clothing, the humid air making your assailant’s hot breath leave condensation on your skin.

The you in the mirror finally takes notice of the you that’s outside of it,  her swollen lips twitching in lieu of a frown, eyes narrowed as they continue observing you.

This is your fault.

You did this to us.

How could you possibly love that monster?

Your own voice was scathing as it echoed around inside your head.

“I…didn’t…I don’t understand!” You shout, slamming your eye lids shut, effectively startling the bastard assaulting you. 

“What are you-“

It’s your fault.

You can’t play ignorant forever.

Remember….remember…REMEMBER!

“Shut up! Just shut up!”

You feel your flailing fist strike something and then a hand clamps down around your throat. It’s grip tightening enough to keep you from drawing in a breath. 

Look what you let him do to me…

You don’t think it can happen again? You-

The other you finally goes silent and you chance a look at the mirror; The menacing aura had vanished, now the other you was shrinking back almost fearfully.

He’s coming.

The lack of oxygen had begun getting to you, your shoulders started to sag as you fight to remain concious. 

“The fuck was that all about? She must be some sort of head case” the guy leaning against the door says as your eyes close.

“All the best looking ones are man” his friend replies, smirking over his shoulder as he lowers your unconscious form to the ground.

The smile he’d intended on giving in return, turned into a frown “Shit, she got you pretty good bro, you’re bleeding”. Your assailant finally takes note of the stinging slice beneath his eye, and then the glittering ring on your finger,

“It’s only cause of this rock on her Fuckin hand”. The whistle from his friend behind him only makes more fury burn hot in his chest, “I think this one is worth more than a quick fuck here on this dirty floor, I’m taking her back with me…Gonna make her properly apologize for this”.

“We can at least get a sneak peak first right?” 

“Of course”

Your shirt starts to rise up your sternum and as soon as it’s up over your chest both men drooling over your breasts, eager to see the rest of you. They don’t get to, because a split second later the door gets kicked open so hard it sent the bastard leaning against it flying across the room.

“Who the fuck-“

The man touching you didn’t get to finish that sentence as one sparking hand yanked him up on his knees, before a crackling fist smashes into his face. This process repeats over and over again, the other man is quaking in terror across the room as he  watched his best friend’s face become unrecognizable at the hands of the enraged ash blonde demon. Surely that’s what this creature is, a demon; There is no way a normal human was capable of inflicting this type of unrestrained violence upon his fellow man, especially being unprovoked.

Once bones began cracking, the terrified man turned towards the nearest toilet and vomited. Spluttering and sobbing once he heard footsteps approaching him, the sparking hand was reaching out to snatch him up, when suddenly it stopped.

Soft whimpers could be heard from the opposite side of the bathroom, his friend had been rendered silent long ago so it certainly wasn’t him…

The blonde devil’s head snaps sideways instantly, taking in the shivering female on the floor before turning back to look down his nose at the man cowering under his crimson glare. His voice was more raspy than usual from over exertion; “Get the fuck up, take your buddy and drive somewhere far away from here, because if I see you again I promise you’ll look worse than him”.

Once the two goons were gone, Katsuki made it a point to viciously scrub his hands clean of any blood that remained beneath his nails.

Using a couple paper towels to grip the handle he pushed the door open, leaving everything as is and carrying you out with him.  Carefully placing you in the passenger seat of his brand new sports car and buckling you in, ensuring your seat was leaned back before texting the group chat from your phone;

I started to feel a bit nauseous, Suki and I are gonna head home.

Have fun, but not too much fun ~🫶🏼

Perfectly believable.

The smooth purr of the engine isn’t nearly loud enough to drowned out the horrible self-deprecation continuously on loop inside the confines of his skull. His hand that wasn’t required to steer found it’s way to your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze before coming to rest atop your knee. Katsuki had never lost complete control of himself like that before…and the release of such pent up rage that accompanied it was borderline orgasmic. Walking through the foliage and seeing one of the two restroom doors closed he instantly knew something bad was happening behind it. Busting inside and spotting some unknown man leaning over your unconscious body, touching you was too much for him to bare. Your body is solely for Katsuki’s eyes, your soft skin was only for him to feel, and there was some cretin sullying the perfection that belongs to him…That bastard deserved what he got, and he would never be able to live a life without some sort of physical complications thanks to the beating Katsuki had given him..

Well, if the piece of shit lives that is…The smile that thought brought to his face in the form of a twitch of his lips was quick to vanish.

First, you almost let her die at the hands of some bottom ranked villain and now you almost allowed her to be sexually assaulted by some trashy frat boys! What kind of pathetic excuse for a man are you?

A voice that sounds suspiciously like that of his mother, begins to chastise him inside his head.

Katsuki grits his teeth in frustration, he was far too old to be doubting his abilities, wether it be as a hero or lover. He already knew it wasn’t possible for him to watch over you 24/7, so you were just going to have to be kept on a shorter leash from now on. You had demonstrated too many times that you weren’t capable of protecting yourself or making your own decisions correctly, so it was his job as your soon to be husband, to look after you. Rather than head back towards the dorms, Katsuki steers the car off the highway off-ramp that leads towards the heart of the city. The two of you need to be alone after such a trauma inducing incident, and what better place for that to be than your new apartment.

The morning his parents announced that they would accompany the two of you check out apartments put a damper on Katsuki’s mood. “You’re that eager to get rid of us already?” You’d asked once the four of you had all gotten in the car. His mother immediately hit the break a little harder than necessary at the stop sign, turning towards the back seat to address you before taking off again, “Of course not! That’s not-“.

“I was just kidding, it was a joke” you are quick to reply with a nervous laugh. Katsuki snorted at that, unable to resist taking a jab at Mitsuki, “How did you not pick up on that?”.

“Shut up Katsuki!”

It wasn’t until the end of the day that you guys found somewhere that both blonde’s deemed suitable. You and Masaru stood off to the side while the poor owner of the building was being grilled by the equally surly and demanding duo. 

“So we agree, this is the one?” Mitsuki asks, looking from Katsuki to you, “Yep” he replied verbally while you simply smile and nod.

That’s when it was revealed that the two adults would take care of your down payment and first 6 months rent, “It’s an engagement present”. You instantly started to tear up, non stop thanks pouring from your mouth from that point until bed time that night. The place was furnished, in a safe area of the city, top notch security and surveillance, and the list goes on of all the reasons the place was perfect. 

                           🏬

The cross arm blocking the underground parking garage lifts and once parked perfectly in one of the three spaces allotted to their apartment he cuts the engine. You had started to stir as he was parking, but still you wake with an immediate start.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re safe princess”

You visibly relax as you turn towards Katsuki, but instantly dissolve into tears. Strong arms hold you in a protective embrace as sobs rack your body, you try to speak but your words are slurred and muffled.

“I made it in time, they didn’t even get to touch you” Katsuki reassures you as many times as he has to. By the time he’s lifting you into his arms and carrying you into the elevator his shirt is soaked with your tears. It’s a quick ride to the top floor, you take the keys and unlock the door and he dutifully carry’s you over the threshold, kicking the door shut. The California king sized mattress feels like heaven as your back touches down on it, but you are still trapped inside your mind, burning from the inside out in your internal hell.

“It’s happened to me before”

Your words cause him to freeze, a bead of sweat drips from his temple, splashing down silently onto the floor.

“Katsuki stop, please just leave, I won’t even tell anyone about this okay? I don’t want you to get in trouble-“

“You still care about me, I knew you never stopped…”

Why were you shaking your head no? It couldn’t be more obvious that you were still in love with him, just as he was with you.

“Why are you denying it?!”

 He’s raising his voice again and it seems to make him even angrier to watch you back away.

You keep putting distance between us.

“I dont remeber it though…probably for a good reason…Does that make me damaged goods?” You ask this with a fresh wave of tears spilling from your eyes. “No! Of course not” Katsuki has gotten better at comforting, so long as it’s you and not anyone else. He’s quick to join you on the bed as you reach out to him, happily accepting you into his too tight embrace.

“I feel like it sometimes though…and that’s why I was never good enough for my parents, my mom always used to tell me I-“ you’re surprised when Katsuki’s angry voice interrupts you.

“Fuck them! You’re perfect! Absolutely incredible, the most amazing person I’ve ever met! Hell, my mom adores you and she hates everyone” the watery eyed smile you give him upon hearing the last of his rant makes him return it with one of his own, “We have each other and that’s all that matters to me, I just need you, who cares about anyone else…”.

You know he means it.

“Why me? I don’t understand…You could have anyone in the world but you settle for me” you mumble as he pulls you down with him against the pillows. You feel large calloused fingers grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Katsuki looks offended and mildly angry, you gulp as his eyes narrow, “Settled for you? The fucks that supposed to mean hah? I’m the best there is, I don’t need to settle for shit!” He snarls, fingers gripping your face harshly now.

“Suki-“

“If I’m the best there is than what does that make you? I chose you because you were the only one worthy of my time, that proved you are worth loving, and even though you gave me a hard fucking time I chased after you and got you in the end, because I win at life and you are my prize for that win…understand me?” His rough voice is as smooth as velvet, a serious shift from what it had been only minutes earlier.

“Yes, I understand” you reply shakily, through trembling lips.

You didn’t, not at all.

“Good girl, now don’t ever ask me such a stupid fucking question again”.

Despite the traumatic experience that only happened hours ago, it wasn’t that which kept you awake as you lay beside Katsuki. As wonderful as it felt to be so loved by him, at the same time it felt…dangerous. Sure he was possessive, and the night he proposed to you as the two of you were tangled together in bed he had no problem admitting his obsession with you. The look in his eyes was only terror inducing for a few seconds, and then your vision whited out as he expertly made you fall apart on his cock.

You began to feel guilty;

Here I am sharing this big bed in this beautiful apartment being held by someone that loves me so much and I’m thinking badly of him…

Your mother always said you were far too self-destructive, hell bent on condemning yourself to suffer for some unknown reason.

“Katsuki”

Your voice is quiet incase he was asleep.

“Hm?” 

Hearing his gruff reply is enough encouragement for you to roll your body over and atop of his.

“I need you”

A simple, but loaded statement.

His eyes snap open, “Whatsamatter?” he rasps, making you smile, he must of just barely fallen asleep and you woke him right back up.

“I just was thinking about how lucky I am to have you…and how much I love you” you explained, placing a chaste kiss on his lips and running your hands over his muscular pecs  “I’m sorry I woke you up, I’ll let you go back to-“.

“Oh no I’m wide awake now princess” Katsuki growls, grabbing two handfuls of your ass and rocking your pelvis against the growing buldge in his boxers.

“You’re such a good girl, always so grateful for everything…Even your sweet little pussy is weeping with gratitude, hah baby?”.

The vulgarity and implication of the statement have you uttering the smallest moan, as your now discarded clothes get tossed off the bed. Sex after an almost assault is undoubtedly not the best idea but…You sure don’t want to talk about it, and Katsuki isn’t one for words either. You both are damaged individuals; It’s a lot easier to just have sex than it is to engage in a heart felt conversation, that may or may not end in tears, or a few broken down walls…

This feels so much better though.

“No more thinking princess, gonna get rid of all those bad thoughts that don’t belong inside such a pretty little head”

You give him a shy smile and nod, already knowing that Katsuki will take care of you, he always does.

“Don’t wanna think…just want you Suki…need you” your voice is breathy and the last two words come out in more of a whine as the blunt head of his cock glides up your slit. “You have me…my needy little cry baby, and I have you, I’m certainly not giving you up, so we’re stuck together…forever” a calloused thumb brushes over the knuckles of your left hand, and the glint of the ring adorning your finger has you both glancing at it.

Forever is such a serious word, hearing him say it so easily is daunting in itself. How is he able to be so entirely sure of the future? What if things don’t end up working out? What if-

“Thought I told you to stop thinking baby? Gonna make me punish you the very first night we spend in our new place?”

“No! Course not…m’sorry my love it won’t happen again…I promise”

You extend a pinky finger to him as if the gesture was worth more than play ground proof of commitment.

“Geez y/n, You are such a little kid sometimes” the sides of his mouth twitching upward and ruining the scowl he wears after saying this, “S’okay though cause you have me to look after ya, and you’re just too damn cute to resist, someone else might try to prey on the innocent little princess”.

You huff at his condescending words, even though he speaks with such a doting timbre to his gruff voice. If it were physically possible to have hearts in one’s eyes; Katsuki most certainly would as he teases your pouty lips with a finger. His crimson eyes have darkened in the low light of the bedroom, black pupils expanding from the intense rush of lust and adoration his obsession fuels him with every time you lay bare beneath him.

It has to be sometime past the wee hours of the morning by now, but you were too far gone, nothing mattered anymore.

Well with exception for the one looking down at you, as he swivels his hips before pressing the head of his cock against your cervix. “You look so fucking beautiful like this,  who’s my good girl, hah?” Katsuki asks as he ceases moving, enjoying the sensation of you cockwarming him. You feel a soft tap on your cheek and immediately lean into the warm touch “m’yer good girl”.

You peek up at him through fluttering lashes, then press a kiss to the palm he’s cupping your cheek with, “M’gonna be yer good wife too”. Oh yeah, you didn’t know your ass from your elbow right now, Katsuki had successfully emptied your mind of anything other than himself and his dick.

“Damn straight”

You whine loudly as he presses a thumb against your clit, slowly resuming the gyrations of his hips.

A loud groan of his own joins your’s in the darkness of the bedroom, “Clenchin’ down on me real hard angel, gonna cum on my cock again? How many times has it been now?”.

“Please lemme hold you this time Suki” you whine, making grabby hands towards him. Bakugou gives in, letting your leg fall off his shoulder and back on the bed. Using his forearms to hold his body above your’s isn’t good enough, you pout so adorably before wrapping your legs around his waist and forcing him down on top of you. You let out a content sigh at the comfort having his weight on you seems to bring. Ensuring to thwart any chance of escape, tighten your grip on him in every way you can, the breathy “Fuck” he lets out has your cunt pulsing around him.

His hips stutter briefly as he transitions into moving them in an over exaggerated arch before sinking back into you. Easily finding a rythm that suits both of you at the purposefully slower pace, he’s hitting all the right spots, making your eyes roll back, and toes  curl tightly against the silk sheets. 

With you obviously so fucked out, Katsuki felt comfortable enough to get some things off his chest.

You definitely won’t remember any of it tomorrow.

“You know you can’t be without me anymore, right baby? Seems like you’re accepting that fact now…l’ll do better at keeping you safe I swear it”

You’re a piece of shit son and a sorry excuse for a husband to-be Katsuki! You don’t deserve her, you’re so weak you couldn’t protect her even if you tried!

Determined not to let his own insecurities ruin this moment he kisses you again, giving himself time to silence the toxic thoughts before focusing on you once more.

“You’re the only person that matters to me y/n, We’re going to have the best life together; I’m going to spoil you, treat you like you deserve, can’t wait to come home to my cute little house wife every night, waiting for me at the door in a skimpy outfit and letting me bend you over the kitchen counter” he groans at the mental image, balls tightening as he ruts into you harder.

“Gods you’re Fuckin’ perfect, I can’t wait until I see you waddle around our place pregnant with my kids, you want that too don’t you? Want me to breed this perfect little princess cunt, blow load after load into you until it sticks…I know you’ll like that, you always have, since our very first time together”

“Shit! I um..I don’t have a…I don’t have protection, I bet shitty hair or dunce face has some! I’ll uh, go back downstairs and-“

“Do we really have to use one?” You sound so disappointed, but when your eyes meet his a hopeful spark dances through  your e/c irises, “I mean, you know I’m on birth control, you insisted on escorting me to my last appointment”.

Of course he remembered watching you get a needle jammed above your ass cheek! 

“So you know I’m not trying to trap you or anything like that…. I just..You’re really important to me Katsuki, and I for once in my life just want to feel everything, I don’t want anything to get in the way of what we’re about to do…so no barriers, physical or emotional, can you let me have that?”

“You can have whatever the fuck you want as long as you’re getting it from me”

The memories from that night would always be so vivid In Katsuki’s mind, did you remember it like he does? Every sound, smell, and insignificant detail is ingrained on the inside of his brain, never to be forgotten.

“-Can’t take anymore, s’too much”

He’d gotten so caught up in that memory, the young man had only caught the last of what you’d said.

“Whatsamatter princess? What is my crybaby whining about this time? “.

“I don’t want to cum again s’too much Suki, please just fill me up already, wanna feel it inside-“

“Oho you should no better, I can’t get off unless you do first princess, now be a good little slut and cream on this cock again”.

You know better than to make him have to ask you twice.

                         🎊🏅

“I can’t believe we finally graduated! We’re all full fledged heroes now, isn’t it awesome?!”

Kirishima exclaims, the rest of the bakusquad agreeing with him.

Katsuki’s across the arena talking with All might and Aizawa while Masaru prepares his camera and Mitsuki wears her biggest proud mother grin. In an uncharacteristic gesture, you motion for your little friend group to move closer and initiate a group hug. 

“I just want to let you guys know that I’m going to miss seeing each of you every day…Katsuki may not admit it, but I don’t have a problem with saying…I think of all of you guys as family, not just friends” you glance up to see the suprised faces of Mina, Jiro, Denki, and Serro. Kirishima gives you an extra tight squeeze; “I couldnt agree more y/n!”.

“Stop talking like we aren’t going to see each other ever again silly girl”

“Aw y/n I wasn’t expecting that from you, I don’t want my make up to run now dammit”

“I thought we were invited to come see your guys new place on Saturday? Don’t tell me Kaachan changed his mind! Jiro and I already got a housewarming gift for you guys”

“You idiot! You weren’t supposed to tell her-“

“I think you guys have all forgotten something kind of important..” the red head says with a nervous laugh. The other’s stare for at him with utter confusion on their faces, only to all realize and exclaim “THE WEDDING!” at the same time.

You’re quick to cover your face in embarrassment, because despite the fact that a graduation ceremony has just commenced and so many people are gathered around, your friends just have to draw every eye toward your circle.

“When is it anyway?  Have you guys even set a date yet?”

“Where is it going to be? Oooh will it be one of those destination weddings on some remote island?”

“What flavor is the cake?”

“Have you decided who’s going to be in your bridal party?”

You’re getting hounded with questions you don’t have the answers to just yet, and of course Katsuki was taking his sweet time getting over to you. So you take a deep breath and answer them; “Honestly, I’ve been wanting to try and postpone it for at least a year…I don’t want to have to plan a wedding on top of all the other important decisions that come along with being an adult…”. 

“I haven’t mentioned this to Suki just yet though…” you add sheepishly, glancing over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t sneaking up on you.

“I’m sure he’ll understand” Kirishima attempts to reassure you by placing a hand on your shoulder.

Only for Kaminari and Serro to interject and ruin it;

“Or he’s going to flip out and think your trying to leave him”

“Or he might blow a hole in the roof of your new place thinking you found someone else”.

A strange feeling has plagued you since the start of the ceremony, as if you’re being watched. A lot of people are here, it could just be the feeling of eyes on you as they scan the crowd in search of their loved ones. So once again you ignore it, smiling at the two boys getting reprimanded by Jiro, Mina, and Kirishima. Then you hear your name called, the familiar voice is quiet from hesitation and sudden apprehension of whom it belongs.

You quickly spin to see your brother standing a few feet away, and your wide smile has his nervousness evaporating instantly.

“I’ll be back” you call to your arguing friends, quickly hurrying over to your younger sibling.

“B/N! I can’t believe you’re here, I wouldn’t have ever expected to see you!” You exclaim happily.

Despite the shitty excuse for parents you had, the two of you still have a close relationship as siblings. “Y/n! It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you big sis…I was able to get one of my friend’s sisters to give me their extra ticket to the ceremony, I just wanted to be able to see you and talk to you” he replies, letting you give him a tight hug. “Let’s get away from all this madness and talk a bit, yeah?” The two of you exit the atrium of the auditorium and head outside.

Frustrated that his parents had weaseled their way into his conversation with All might and Aizawa, Katsuki’s began scanning the crowd in attempts to locate you. His eyes narrow as they land on the group of idiots you’d been with before but you where nowhere to be seen. A flash of panic immediatly turns into anger as he gives the sea of people occupying the atrium another scan. A familiar head of hair catches his eye and he zeroed in on your figure; A guy is holding the door open for you and follows after you as the two of you exit the building.

Who the fuck is that?

Why the fuck did you just take off with some random guy?

Better yet, why were you anywhere other than by his side?

Without a fourth thought, the angry blonde is on his way towards the same door you just left out of.

A harsh grip on the back of his shirt stops and hauls him backwards, “Katsuki, stand in between your professors so we can get a picture” orders his mother.

Rather than make a scene shouting at the woman, he obeys her order.

Getting in place between the older men, he manages a partial smile as his father snaps a few photos.

“-I tried to get them to postpone the trip until you were able to come along, said you had things that you needed to do as prep for your final year, but apparently they lied to me…” B/N says sadly, shuffling his feet.

“I never blamed you, I’ve never had any bad feelings towards you, I’ve been good! you don’t need to worry about me…I well, I’m not sure where to start but um…I’m going to be getting married soon, and my fiancé’s parents were the ones that had taken me in while you guys were away, they’re wonderful people! All three of them have done so much for me” you explained, happy to be sharing this information with your brother.

“W-What?! You’re getting married?! To who? When?! I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone! Last I heard you had that one boy that was stalking and harassing you, speaking of which…Has he left you alone? Hopefully this new guy beat some sense into that creep” he chuckles at the thought and you momentarily freeze up.

“Please just leave me alone, we’re over, I can’t handle you acting like this”

“Y/N!”

The shout snaps you out of the hazy memory that had seemingly resurfaced. 

“I take it you know this guy that’s walking over here? He’s uh..well he’s looking at me like he wants me dead..” your brother mumbles taking a cautious step backwards.

Before you can explain, a very pissed off Katsuki is beside you.

Thinking it best to be the first to speak, you quickly wrap your arms around the angry blonde, kissing his cheek before introducing him “Y/bn this is Katsuki Bakugou my fiancé, and Katsuki this is y/bn my younger brother…He came all this way just to see me on such a special day” you can feel your lover’s anger slightly dissipate as you complete the introduction.

The two men shake hands, each of them nodding at one another.

“Y/n just told me that it was you and your parents that took her in last summer, thank you for looking after my sister, she’s suffered so much at the hands of our parents, I’m happy that she’s found someone to cherish her like she should have been all this time…Thank you for saving her, my words alone can’t possibly convey my appreciation for the generosity of you and your family” y/bn bows to Bakugou and it definitely catches him off guard.

“You uh…you don’t need to do all that…” Katsuki stutters, a blush tinting his cheeks and he clears his throat before continuing “Y/n is my girl, I’d have brought her home with me sooner if I knew how shitty your parents were being to her…you don’t need to worry I’d never let anything happen to her”.

Now with Katsuki present, the joyous sibling reunion seemed to have come to an end. “Let me give you my new number so you can get ahold of me” you suggest, holding your hand out towards your brother. 

“Yeah, that way you don’t have an excuse to not invite me to your wedding! Ah congratulations by the way” he laughs awkwardly as he hands over his phone. Your busy updating your contact information, so you don’t see the flash of anger that crosses Katsuki’s face but your brother certainly does.

Why would he be upset about her giving me her phone number?

Y/bn doesn’t have time to contemplate this as you quickly hand the device back to him.

Before either of you can say anything else, Mitsuki’s loud voice calls out to you;

“Katsuki! Y/n! Come on we’re going to be late for our dinner reservation, the rest of the family is already there!”.

You give your brother an apologetic look and he’s quick to wave you off, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll catch up some other time…Go have fun, this is a big accomplishment for you”.

Katsuki gives him a nod, which your brother returns and before your lover can drag you away, you immediately give your brother another big hug. The two of you sway side to side and share a laugh as you would have when you were children. When you pull away your eyes are shining with tears.

“Sis…Please don’t cry” your brother mumbles sadly. “M’not Gonna cry, It’s just really good to see you again..missed you a lot” you say between sniffles.

“We can meet up as soon as you have some free time, alright? We’ll do something fun! Like old times”

He gives you the boyish smile he always used to before going in for another hug.

Katsuki fought really hard with himself to keep the expression on his face calm because inside he was LIVID. This asshole just shows up after being absent from your life this entire time, and you fall all over yourself. He may be your brother but Katsuki is your devoted lover who’s been here for you the entire time your family hasn’t. No, you weren’t going to be seeing him to “catch up”, you don’t need a link to your parents around. You’ll just end up going back to them, and that can’t happen. When you finally turn to walk away from your brother, Katsuki grips your hand tighter than usual as he practically drags you over to where his parents stood waiting. “Was that your brother y/n?” Masaru asks, you’d told him plenty about your younger sibling during the evenings spent talking out on the back patio with him. You happily nod before explaining how the younger boy had come to see you. 

Katsuki keeps the chip on his shoulder for the rest of the night out with his family. It wasn’t until the two of you enter your apartment together that he finally loses the grimace on his face.

“So….Is this the official start of our new life together?” you giggle, the excitement of today has yet to dwindle down just yet, and your giddy mood has you throwing your arms around your lover’s neck.

“Nah that happened when I made you mine, Jump” Katsuki grumbles as you hop up and wrap your legs around him. Without missing a beat he begins carrying you through the apartment.

“Well why don’t we re-create that time then?” You suggested once reaching your bedroom.

“Nah” Katsuki says before tossing you onto the plush mattress.

“But why-“

You don’t finish your question, because suddenly he’s looming over you, looking oh so menacing but incredibly sexy.

“Why complicate things? We’ll bring today’s celebration to an end by me Fucking you so good all you’ll be able to say is my name”.

The feeling of his hands slipping beneath your dress and indiscriminately squeezing your flesh makes you whimper.

He’s taking his time to get you flustered, massaging the inside of your thighs, dragging his calloused fingers across your hips.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you…just the two of us from now on…love you so Fuckin’ much princess, M’gonna be so good to you baby, worship you like the goddess you are” Katsuki knows he’s rambling, but it was just so hard not to with how irresistible you looked beneath him. 

The level of devotion Katsuki has for you will always be nothing short of confounding. How could someone as incredible as him be so in love with one as damaged as you?

“I want to cherish you for the rest of my life, like a most prized possession”

For the first time in your life,

You’d truly been able to fool yourself

into believing that Happiness

Was not only attainable

But also finally within your grasp

Fin