#big pretty eyes full of love lies and manipulations

[lioniheart]

Finished IWTV and wanted to say, yet again: I STAND WITH MY CANCELLED WIFE

[metranart]

The sound of Hawk's voice was something you still hear when you close your eyes, undertones of something deeper, something similar to devotion... almost too caring... asking you to bare his children and become completely and irrevocably, HIS.

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Dabi x Hawks, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader (in future chaps)

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 14)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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Hawks felt like a glorified asshole for keeping an eye on you instead of doing his patrols. But he couldn't help it... he was just drawn to you like a magnet. Now, you were the gravitational force of his entire universe.

A loose gray sweatshirt covered up to your thighs, it was large and easily hid your identity. Those honey marbles that he called eyes, followed you closely bouncing from solitary tops of buildings, wondering where you were going in such a hurry and with so much stealth.

"What are you up to, baby bird?"

After all the commotion created in the dorms the night the Nomu attacked you, the last thing you wanted was to attract more attention.

The days to come it was difficult to find a moment alone especially with how overprotective your friends got, but you finally managed to shake them off a little, making up a credible enough excuse to go out alone even when Bakugo insisted proficiently on tagging along. 

You reassured him, and quickly claimed that your parents wanted to see that you were okay in person. Actually, this web of lies was only due to you didn’t want Bakugo by your side when going to the drugstore in search of that, vital and inculpatory, item. 

You moved at a fast pace; it surprised you how sharp you were even when had been unable to close your eyes for the last nights. The thought of already being carrying Hawks' child in your womb plagued you mercilessly.

“I'm gonna stuff you with my chicks, you are gonna look soooooo pretty all swelled and heavy…” you remembered his words, you could even feel his warm breath against your ear.

The sound of his voice was something you still hear when you closed your eyes, undertones of something deeper, something similar to devotion... almost too caring... asking you to bare his children and become completely and irrevocably, HIS.

“I can barely wait to come home to my pretty little wifey, waiting for me—” he had claimed, reverently—as if you were meant to be his most prized person, “...round belly, full of my chicks and big, pretty smile on your face,” his daydream, way too chaotic, way to visceral… “-SO ready for me to fill you again.”

Your favorite Hero had come inside you more times than you could keep count, since you stopped doing it when he reached five. 

You even remember, now like a bittersweet and faraway, fond memory…. that Hawks was your first sexual awakening, at the tender age of fourteen, it was his golden curls and his captivating, carefree smile, that had made your heart skip a beat, that had set your hormones on fire... he, alone had been the protagonist in your first sexual fantasy, your first masturbation session in the privacy of your room, your first fictitious boyfriend, your first crush with a man-.... So, was expected, that this situation should be a dream come true for you, but it wasn't…. Because you were no longer a naive and dreamy girl, and he was no longer the idealized, unattainable Hero. Everything had fallen into place in the most painful way possible.

“Here you go miss, thank you for your purchase." 

The cashier replied as dry as a martini, prejudice peeking out of her cold stare, to which you only gave a soft thank you. Without a doubt, she and her unjustified reaction was a clear example of what to expect in a teenage pregnancy.

 A heavy sigh escaped from your lips as you left the drugstore, you hated the situation you were in. The contents of the paper bag resting on your hand, your best kept secret so far, or so you thought.

Keigo’s skin crawled, the entire time you were inside the drugstore. Pinching the bridge of his nose, the winged hero felt like throwing up. He had used one of his feathers with a hidden microphone, so he could listen to what you ordered at the pharmacy, and his fists had clenched almost homicidally when heard you order 'morning-after pills' and a pregnancy test.

You were his mate, Goddammit! You were supposed to be happy and proud to sport his seed inside your tummy. Hawks sulked feeling highly wounded and offended, and not just for this… but also for yesterday's incident. That Bakugo guy was brazenly prickling at his infinitive patience, the bastard had overstepped his welcome yesterday and now, Hawks got him on his radar. 

The winged blond paced from side to side like a bull seeing red, like a lion caged… yet eventually, after seeing how miserable and slouched you looked while searching for a public bathroom to make the test, his heart softened for you. 

“I’m the worst trash that ever existed," The blond chastised himself, "nevertheless, I'm HER trash now."

Hawks didn’t even try to deny his bizarre infatuation. He, almost proudly, admitted that this was not the end for the two of you- 

He gifted you a month out of the graciousness of his heart, even when he doubted his ability to keep that promise. You were freely looming, in his mind, taunting his every thought. 

So, he kept watch, waiting for something he didn't even know what it was. Nevertheless, his watch has begun, and it shall not end until his dying breath. 

His mind had been set. You were his and he was yours, he could easily overpower you no matter how hard you tried, no matter who you ran to, what you did to try to protect yourself.... there was nothing you could do to stop him, and that simple truth was what was keeping him at ease. Granting you certain freedom from his iron grasp, from his sharp claws.

Finally, you found a public bathroom and ran in, this time the winged hero chose to give you the privacy of urinating on a stick, alone. You deserved that much. So, he patiently waited on the nearby roofs, he would then go get the pregnancy test from the garbage can, without a doubt, you wouldn't take the proof of his sin back to the dorms. So, all he had to do was wait.

You pee on the blessed plastic stick and wait. The instructions said one minute but you felt like two hours had already passed.

"God! Can't this take any longer?!" You complained loudly, nerves eating you alive. The minute passed and suddenly all your courage disappeared along with your desire to know the result.

The plastic stick left abandoned on top of the sink, you just had to take a look at it, but you couldn't move, you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t fucking blink.

What was there would change your life three hundred and sixty degrees.

"Dammit!" you heard yourself curse, burying your face between your hands to massage your temple burdensomely, "...Grow a fuckin' pair and be done with it, (Y/N)-"

"-If you want, I can tell you the result."

You suddenly heard a bubbly voice say, and your hands fell from your face to reveal a girl standing there. A cute brunet with something akin to a smirk, or a very self-indulgent grin on her face.

“I really don’t mind,” she giggled, all teeth and bubbly energy, “nor I will judge you, I’ve been there myself.” Her smile twisted reassuringly, and you sighed, embarrassed at having to resource to a stranger to do this.

“You are way too kind but-”

“Don’t overthink,” the girl stepped closer, offering you her best winning smile, “I’ll look and then you can tell me if you want me to tell you the result, okey?” 

Somehow, her odd and unrequested company felt better than face this alone. You ended up, nodding stoically and she peek at the pregnancy test.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” you repeated, quizzically. “Is that a good ‘Oh’ or a bad ‘Oh’?” your voice sounded weird even to you.

The girl cracked a wide smile taking the test in her hand. “Well that depends on you, do you want to be a mommy or not?”

You heart fluttered awkwardly at the bold use of term mommy. You shook your head anxiously, and she hummed in understanding. 

“I see.” The girl conceded in a weird resignation, “too bad, you're so pretty... they would have been very cute children."

Oxygen refilled your lungs again, and you felt as if your life with dreams and hopes, was turned back on. A devastating feeling of relief washing over you.

“Thank god!” you beamed with so much relief, you even felt like hugging this opportune strange, girl. “That means, I’m not with child.”

“Nop.” She corroborated, handing you the test back, yet you refused to touch it.

“I don't want to have one of those in my hand again for a long time,” you admitted, honestly, “you can throw it away.”

“Sure,” the girl did, and after an unholy and vast blast of thank you’s, you parted ways with your anonymous hero. Almost skipping on your feet all the way out.

“Thank you again.” You screamed back, once at the exit door. “Sure, it was my pleasure...-” You left, and the door slowly swayed until it closed completely, and the girl added, “-(Y/N).”

Once alone, she reached into the trash can and retrieved the pregnancy test, giggling the whole time.

"A heroine-to-be shouldn't be so trusting." A macabre smile spread across her face, and she tilted her head at the test in her hand, "...I wonder why Dabi is so interested in Hawks' toy?" Toga wanted to rip her face off, but she had chosen one so pretty that decided to stay in costume a little longer. "Well, it doesn't matter, Dabi said he’ll pay me for this, anyway."

Still, in disguise, pocketed the pregnancy test and left without raising any suspicion. 

Hawks kept pacing on the roof, desperation clear in every stomp of his boots. He was doing his best to be patient while searching. The blond had been looking for the evidence for more than half a day, the damn pregnancy test, he sent a dozen of his feathers in search of it, but nothing... had you taken it with you? One would only keep a test if it was positive, right?! Were you pregnant with his nugget?!?... Was he really that lucky?

“Hawks, where are you? over.” His radio came to live, once again and this time felt he couldn’t dodge his Hero responsibilities anymore, “We have not had any communication from you all day, over.”

Hawks inhaled sharply before answering. “I am on surveillance, please do not use this channel unless it is an emergency.”

“It's not an emergency, but I thought it was prudent to let you know before accepting, over."

The night was already upon him, and the cleaning man was just leaving his shift. Hawks sighed, heavily. He had lost his chance to find anything. 

"Speak."

"You have to say over when you finish talking." Hawks deadpanned; he wasn’t in the mood for this.

"Speak." He repeated, sternly, patience close to its limit. The person on the other end sighed, "UA Academy is calling for reinforcements for this year's sports festival, over," the voice on the other end said and suddenly he felt very interested, "continue."

The radio biped again, "They fear an attack from the League of Villains, since yesterday someone managed to throw a projectile through the shield and break a gym window,” Hawks listened attentively, an impious smirk slowly twisting his lips up, apparently his little outburst had had interesting consequences. The person on the other side continued, “and therefore, they request the help of Pro-heroes to avoid any incident. Endeavor, Mirko, Best Jeanist and Ryukyu have already been confirmed," the voice explained, "I think It would be an overkill if you were to-"

"I accept, confirm my attendance immediately." There was an awkward silence before the radio biped again, "Are you sure? We have no intel of an attack from the League, you would be the first to know, I think they are overreacting-"

"Better safe than sorry."

Long silence, and then.

"If you say so, over and out."

The memory of yesterday's incident made his blood burn again, he knew it wasn't your fault but that of your little friend: Bakugo, that shameless son of a bitch, that made him foam at the mouth like a mad dog, it made him want to kill someone... it made him need to get even, and suddenly, the blue eyes and stapled skin of his lover in turn, spark in his brain... Dabi could take it, he'd even love it.. Hawks left the roof in a rush of crimson feathers and sent a text message.

Hawks. -

See you at the agreed place.

Dabi. -

So fast, birdbrains?

Hawks didn't answer, just heading to the agreed upon location.

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“Give it here, Toga.” Dabi entered the room where Toga was upside down on the couch, scrolling through her cell phone. He needed to close that before meeting Hawks. "...I assume you have what I asked for?"

Toga sat up straight and stretched her back soundly, before answering. "I got it," she assured, "...where's my payment?"

Dabi took out a box of fine sweets, from the best store in town. Store that at this moment was being put out by firefighters after the sudden and unsuspected electrical short that set it on fire. If only.

"First give me the evidence and I'll give you the box." Dabi offered with a bored grimace, and Toga pulled the coveted item out of her backpack.

"At the same time?"

Dabi shrugged, unconcerned. After both snatched the precious items from each other’s hands in a quick exchange, the pregnancy test rested in his scarred hand. Without ceremony, Toga ripped the box open and stuffed her mouth, making her words difficult to understand.

"Why aw-re you interestwed in Hawks' girlwfriend?"

A pierced eyebrow rose on the dark-haired man's face. 

"How many lines for positive or negative?" the turquoise-eyed asked, openly ignoring her ramblings. 

Toga shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, I never knew how to read them." She admitted in all honesty, stuffing her cheeks with more candy.

Dabi grimaced, and luckily for him Kurogiri’s timing couldn’t be better. The dark purple mist appeared out of thin air behind the bar. Misty's hands beginning to clean glasses, absentmindedly.

"Oi Kurogiri, do you know how to read these things?"

The dark purple mist's yellow eyes stared sharply at the item in his hand before meeting his eyes for a brief minute, and then returning his gaze to the pregnancy test. "I have some knowledge about it."

Dabi stepped closer, handing him the test. Kurogiri’s eyes fixed on the stripes and Dabi’s lips pursed, unable to know if he was smiling or scoffing when he ended up saying quite politely.

"Congratulations, Dabi."

COMING SOON PART 15....

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Last hope (part 2)

Characters:yandere Leon S Kennedy (older version) x reader

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains dark-themed topics, such as kidnapping, depression, suicidal thoughts, non-consent, unwanted pregnancy,etc

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. MDNI

Warning: yandere Leon Kennedy, kidnapping, non-consent, depressed reader, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, unwanted pregnancy, emotional & mental abuse, out of character leon, smut etc

@ianrkives credits for the divider, thank you!

The pictures used does not belong to me!!!

Chapters: pt1 pt3 pt4

4 months. That's how long Leon kept you in his hell of a house. From being the freest soul on earth, doing whatever you wanted to be kept in a single room with nothing but a bed, and a window.

You learned one or two things about him during the months of “rest” as he says. If you willingly participate in his role-playing scenario, he lets you roam around the house freely with him as a tour guide.

The deep dark circle below your eyes was slowly turning to the same color your cheeks were. During the day you didn't have to feel like a failure, like you always did, whether it was in school, university, or work.

You hated to admit it, but his house seemed like an escape from your busy life. Even if most people would either pity you or see an opportunity to step on you like killing an insect after learning of your past, something about it seemed familiar. Almost as if you wanted to go back to your old life before Leon kidnapped you. Your old life was the escape from your current situation

“Fine,” you thought just before your consciousness went back to remember your accomplishments in life. You're not the kind of person who lies to themselves. You had a pretty hard life. Especially your childhood, which gave you an unhealable wound that would last a lifetime.

Now thinking, it was a silly dream of you to think you would be a famous singer. You sang well, maybe when you were 10, you had to toughen up for the harsh life.

But seriously. How many people become surgeons from a girl who had nothing but a public school education? Do people think it was easy to get a full-ride scholarship? Maybe to some rich kids with ties. But even with words, no one could explain the pain you went through to get here. Just for a random old guy to steal everything you had, just like your mom.

“Oh. Her?” You chuckled to yourself causing Leon to turn in your direction while he typed something on his computer.

She stole you from a good childhood, your first boyfriend, and almost your only chance of escaping her, scholarship. The bitch tried to hide your letters from you, lucky you to have a mother like this. Fortunately, you found them under her bed while she was passed out on the couch 2 days before the due date to respond. And to even think about the time you caught her sleeping with your first boyfriend.

Hope both of them are burning in hell.

All of this suffering, even your mother's failure in becoming a parent could have ended with a simple procedure. But no. Your mom decided to keep a baby she knew she couldn't love and take care of. Hell. You don't even know who your dad was. Or what he looked like.

“What are you smiling at? Baby” Leon came to interrupt your bitter thoughts, pushing back your hair behind the ear.

You stared at him like a beaten cat. Leon was proud of how far you came. From cursing and yelling every second to being calm around him was a big deal to the man.

“You're a happy baby? Is it me? Am I making you happy?” Leon smiled, giving you showers of kisses on your neck, lips, and cheek.

“Yeah,” you replied sarcastically, going back to thinking about yourself.

“Aw, don't be like that. You know daddy does everything to make you happy” Leon said, laying you on the bed, starting to kiss your neck again.

Leon's smile turned to a grin as he saw his angel giggling happily. He slowly crept his hand under your shirt, squeezing a breast in one hand while the other worked to cup your cunt.

“Fuck. What-” you started, the zoning out session interrupted again. As his tongue entered your mouth, you kissed him back out of the habit you developed for the last few months.

“Shh. Daddy got you” he said, pulling away to throw off his shirt before doing the same to yours. His breath hitched as he took in the scene before him. Your two perky nipples reveal themselves to his hungry eyes. He took one in his wet mouth causing you to breathe out heavily.

“Leon-”

He pulled away quickly, raising his eyebrow at you.

“Who?” He muttered. His dear dove rolled her eyes and whispered a nickname he gave himself.

“Louder baby. Daddys can't hear you when you talk like a mouse” he chuckled.

“How much do you want to humiliate me??” You yelled out in weeks for the first time. Leon signed as he realized he had to come to reality to face the truth. The blonde wanted so badly to believe his darling stopped this phase of rage.

“Baby, if you keep acting like a spoiled brat, I would have no choice but to spank you. I know how much you hate it” Leon says calmly.

You thought about the situation for a few seconds before deciding getting spanked was more humiliating.

“Daddy,” you said silently before hiding your face in the pillow.

Leon turned you around and started pulling down the shorts you wore along with your cotton underwear.

Just get it over with.

Leon immediately started to slurp at your cunt before gently biting your clit.

“You were a bad girl today. You know how bad girls get it right?” he says as he pulls down his jeans. Leon groaned as his hard cock slammed against his belly. “Open your eyes, baby,” he says as he lays on top of you.

You hesitantly opened one of your eyes before doing the same to the other, not wanting to get Leon angry.

Around 2 months ago, he slapped you so hard you felt sore in your mouth for 2 days. At the time you felt good causing him pain, even if you got the price. Unfortunately, the price was learning to never bite his dick, or you get slapped across the cheek so hard you fall on the floor.

As you popped your pretty eyes to him, he lined his cock to your entrance, guiding it up and down. The simulation makes both of the pair groan. Leon smirked as he felt slick forming around his dick, making slick sounds.

“No fingering since you were a bad girl. And what bad girls get?” Leon groaned as his tip twitched.

“No prep” you gasped as he pushed it all in one push. Your hands on his chest tried to push him back, causing Leon to lock your hands above your head.

Leon soon started moving, at a pace he felt pleasure. Today was not about you, you needed to learn your lesson. His dove wriggled while moaning.

“Feels good doesn't it? You just gotta ask daddy” Leon groaned as your legs wrapped around his torso.

“D-Daddy…” you whined as he rubbed your clit furiously. The man groaned loudly as you clenched around him, almost making him see stars.

Leon increased his thrusts as his dove started to moan louder than before. Clenching like your life depended on it.

“Daddy… i-im I'm gonna c-cummm” you whined before gushing all over Leon's dick.

“Bad girl. Who allowed you to finish?” he barked, slapping your clit causing you to squirt. He groaned in satisfaction, the feeling of your come with the whine that came out of you, popping the pressure in his lower belly.

You could feel the warm, liquid seeds flowing inside you.

For the past few hours, you figured the nostalgia you had in mind is not the one most people think it is. You were so used to getting shitty treatments, you started treating yourself like shit. You can't even think of a nice memory without someone stabbing your back.

“Dove, the breakfast is ready. Daddy made you your favorite.” Leon grinned as he placed a plate with some salad and yogurt.

He affectionately stroked your tears-stained cheeks. You sat on the chair, if anyone saw you, they would have thought you didn't have a spine.

You gave up. It was your last breakdown. You promised yourself, that no matter what happens, you are going to go back into your life. Even if it was shitty. You can change the coming events to go back. The future. It was your last hope. For yourself.

But again, it wasn't even clear if you would make it out alive. It was either you kill yourself or giving in to his dreams. If Leon manages to get you to obey his wishes, you will lose yourself. The only thing that you have, your achievements. You loved your career too much to end it like this. All those sufferings can not be meaningless like this. If you have to give up, you should at least try to be free.

Leon noticed the change of attitude you had, from barking at his face or ignoring him completely, you were being a good girl. Helping him clean up the house, letting him kiss you without resistance, and following his rules.

“Daddy… can I… have orange juice…” you muttered, trying not to be embarrassed. Leon's smile grew upon hearing you correctly address him. He pats your head gently before kissing your temple.

Pouring some natural juice he chose at the store in the plastic cup so that his dove can't harm anyone in the process of dining.

You took the cup and sipped the juice as Leon stared at you. Maybe it was time to get to know him more. At least who he was.

“Daddy… Can I ask you something?” You mumbled silently. Leon raised his eyebrows in response. What possibly could his angel be asking him about?

“Yeah… What is it?” Leon asked cautiously, he can't let you know unnecessary details of this evil world filled with a bunch of monsters.

“Um… I… what… what do you… like?” You muttered. You thought getting to know him was easy, asking a few questions and done. Your pathway to freedom, aka your life. It was stupid to ask about his personal life all of a sudden after you didn't give a single shit about him for more than 4 months.

Leon narrowed his eyes, the question was fine but the way you worded it seemed suspicious to him.

“What do I like? About what baby?” Leon asked as he turned his back to you while cleaning the counter as an excuse.

“Um… just what you like to do,” you said while sipping your juice. Why were you so awkward? The real you didn't hesitate to say shit in front of anyone about them. But now you were scared of what he would think of you.

“I love taking care of you, love. Now sleep. It's your bedtime” he smiled as his fingers tapped on his watch indicating 9 pm.

[beigetiger]

Guys I’m SO normal about the Dead Men, trust me bro

We have Ghastly, the kind one, always being taken advantage of and having to give up so much just to deal with Skulduggery in the war. He tried his best to prevent Valkyrie from being a child soldier, failed, and then decided to do his best in raising her.

We have Dexter, who has lost EVERYTHING over and over and over and has been manipulated and lied to by almost everyone he knows without ever having taken advantage of his friends himself. He has had so many people he loved die before his very eyes and he had his throat torn out and then stitched back together and somehow he hasn’t just killed himself to get it over with. In fact, he’s literally the only Dead Man who’s never actually died.

And of course there’s Saracen, the only Dead Man without a violence-based discipline and who was so ashamed of his power that he hid it for literal hundreds of years and only revealed it to save his relationship with Dexter. He’s considered small and weak but he managed to survive the entire war by fighting his way out the old fashioned way and there’s a very good chance the reason he ended up in the war camps was partially caused by him killing all his siblings.

And there’s Anton, who’s considered big and scary because he’s tall, goth, and quiet but is actually a really sweet guy and one of the better Dead Men. Gist wielders usually die pretty young but this man is like 500 and still somehow going. Unlike many of the other Dead Men, he’s actually REASONABLE in what they should do. People can’t tell when he’s joking because he has a flat voice. He was sad after the war and so decided to make a teleporting hotel. He’s awesome.

And there was Erskine, who legitimately cared about and was loyal to his friends for so long before eventually joining up with the Children of the Spider and slowly working against his friends until he murdered two of them and the other four literally disowned him and swore vengeance.

And in terms of dead members, Hopeless grew up in a damn assassin cult and switched personalities depending on who was with, with his one recurring theme being that he liked animals and didn’t want unnecessary harm to come to them. And of course, Larrikin, who we know almost nothing about but DO know that he was a jokester who tried to get Anton to lighten up, even in extremely tense circumstances.

And finally, we have the most disastrous duo in Ireland. Skulduggery went insane after death and tried so damn hard to curb his violent tendencies and outbursts, but ultimately failed and became a monster who hurt and killed his friends. He’s ruthless and he’d kill anyone he deemed necessary to succeed in the mission. He’s slowly learned to become less dependent on vengeance over time. He’d burn the world down for Valkyrie. He also raised a child soldier and openly admits that the two of them do not have a healthy relationship, and yet they choose to remain inseparable anyways.

And Valkyrie. The youngest of the Dead Men. A child soldier. She joined a full-scale war on a suicide squad literal days after turning eighteen. She’s been through a drug addiction and she’s buff as hell. The people she fights with usually either die or end up befriending her. She inches just a little bit closer to godhood every day, but she still can’t save the people she loves when it matters most. She wasn’t supposed to live past eighteen. Her personality disorder became the universe. She is so, SO doomed and she knows it, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

They’re such a godawful found family, man. A bunch of people who adopted each other because no one else wanted them. This isn’t a particularly deep analysis about any of them, I’m just expressing how much I love what was done with them.

[yuujispinkhair]

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 08)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

++ Masterpost ++

Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 4k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 08

Your love is scaring me. No one has ever cared for me as much as you do (Scary Love by The Neighbourhood)

"Am I still a good boyfriend, Sukuna?"

Big golden eyes gaze sheepishly at him. The question catches Sukuna by surprise.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?"

A moment ago, they were busy watching a movie while sharing the occasional kiss. But now the brat is squirming uncomfortably on the couch next to Sukuna. A light blush is staining his cheeks when he explains,

"I probably changed a lot because of the memory loss. And I... I just want to know if I still make you happy. Am I still what you want?"

Sukuna frowns. Where is that coming from?

"Of course you make me happy."

You are the perfect stupid little pet that I hoped you'd be.

But the boy is worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I just feel so weird. I mean, we live together and everything. I'm pretty sure we already had lots of sex. And I really like what we do, but... but I always feel like... I feel like a virgin. I have no idea what I'm doing when I touch you. I can't remember. I'm sorry if this isn't what you're used to from me, baby. But I'll learn it again. You can teach me again, right? Please teach me how to touch you in every way you need."

Sukuna's breath catches for a moment. He is sure the brat has no idea what his words are doing to Sukuna. How desire pulses through him, making his veins tingle. How his pants feel too tight all of a sudden. How his fingers want to touch so fiercely that they leave bruises. How his teeth want to mark the brat up for days to last.

Itadori has such an enticing innocence about him. It makes Sukuna's head spin. The way the boy gives himself to him, bearing his all to Sukuna.

The brat's cheeks are glowing deep red now, but he sounds indignant, unashamedly spitting out all those words in his eagerness to be a good boyfriend.

"I promise I can become him again!"

His hands are balled into fists, and his eyes burn with a hard conviction, just like the old Itadori before the memory loss. He is cute like this.

A smile spreads over Sukuna's face, and he reaches out to put a long finger under the boy's chin and tilt his head up.

"Oh, sweetheart. You are perfect the way you are."

My sweet little pet. Just as broken and obedient as I like it.

He silences the brat's complaints with his mouth, claiming his lips with a searing kiss.

Sukuna always knew the brat would look cute on his knees. And he was right.

The best thing about it is that Sukuna didn't even have to force him to do it. Itadori is willingly kneeling on the living room floor, between Sukuna's spread thighs, mouth stuffed full of Sukuna's cock, making unashamed loud slurping noises and soft moans, so eager to please, so turned on by having his boyfriend's cock in his mouth.

He asked, or rather begged, Sukuna to please let him blow him. To teach him how it works again since he cannot remember.

He's such a good pet. And Sukuna treats him accordingly. Running a hand through his hair, petting him, cooing at him, praising him for being so obedient.

"My good boy. So sweet for me. Look at me."

The boy's eyelashes flutter, and he looks up at Sukuna while his sweet mouth is still wrapped around Sukuna's thick length. Big golden eyes meet Sukuna's gaze. They glow so prettily, like liquid gold filled with desire and devotion. All for him. All for Sukuna.

His cock twitches in the boy's mouth. Long fingers tangle in soft pink hair, and a low groan falls from Sukuna's lips. He never was one to deny himself pleasure, always taking what he wanted. But this here is the most delicious thing. To have the brat willingly on his knees for him, so happy that he is allowed to suck Sukuna's cock.

His inexperience is showing, of course. His rhythm is a bit off, and he doesn't know how hard to suck at first. But Sukuna teaches him, guiding him up and down on his cock, and soon he can't help but groan and fuck into the boy's mouth, reveling in how good it feels.

One of the things Sukuna always appreciated about his former vessel is that he is a fast learner.

Itadori sucks and slurps happily on Sukuna's cock, looking into his eyes while he does so, ignoring the tears that gather there and instead taking Sukuna even deeper.

When Sukuna cums, Itadori moans loudly and eagerly swallows all his warm seed.

Sukuna smiles at him afterward, wiping the corner of the brat's lips where a small trail of Sukuna's cum trickles down his chin. He looks so pretty like this. Sukuna catches the cum with his thumb and pushes it into the brat's mouth, laughing softly when the boy instantly begins to suck again.

"Yes, eat it all up, darling. You're such a sweet thing."

He can see the way the boy basks in Sukuna's praise. So happy that he could please his boyfriend.

Itadori sighs happily and nuzzles his cheek against Sukuna's inner thigh. His smile grows even brighter, and his golden eyes gaze deeply into Sukuna's, filled with nothing but affection and adoration.

"I love you, Kuna."

The world stops spinning for a moment.

Everything fades away. Everything except those big golden eyes that look up at Sukuna with so much love.

Sukuna's fingers in the boy's hair tighten. The fake smile on his face freezes, making his cheeks feel uncomfortably tense.

He thought he would be ecstatic upon hearing these words coming out of the brat's mouth. He thought it would be the ultimate victory to make his loathed former vessel fall for him. To take the brat's heart and soul hostage. To have Itadori Yuuji completely at his mercy.

But strangely, Sukuna doesn't feel any joy. The only thing he feels is rage.

It doesn't make sense, but he's angry at the brat! How can Itadori be so stupid? So naive? Doesn't the foolish boy know that love is a dangerous thing? How can he be so trusting and give his love to a monster like Sukuna? How can he serve his precious little heart on a silver platter and give Sukuna the best weapon to destroy him?

Sukuna lets out a slow breath, trying to collect his thoughts again. He doesn't know why he feels such apprehension all of a sudden. This is what he wanted! This is what he planned!

The corners of his lips twitch, and he forces himself to loosen the tight hold on the boy's hair and instead pets it gently.

He can do this. He knows what's expected of him. He knows what to say to bind the brat even more to him.

And so, he smiles at the brat, all charming and sweet, and for the first time in his long life, Sukuna says those cursed words that he never thought would leave his lips,

"I love you too."

It's almost like he can taste the ancient magic those words hold, even though they are just a lie. But they work their magic on the brat regardless.

A happy giggle falls from Itadori's lips, and a second later, he climbs into Sukuna's lap, straddling him and hugging him tightly, all flushed and giddy before his lips press against Sukuna's in a passionate kiss.

Fool.

Another day, another movie night with Itadori all up in Sukuna's space.

He is a cuddly little pet. The moment they sit down on the couch, he is already seeking Sukuna's touch. It's gotten even worse during the last few days after the love confession.

At first, the brat just leans against Sukuna's side and rests his head on Sukuna's shoulder. But soon, a hand is placed on Sukuna's chest, and this hand wanders down to caress Sukuna's abs first through his shirt and then more intimately when that hand slips under the thin shirt.

Sukuna smirks. The brat is such a shameless little slut around him. It fills him with the utmost glee to see this inexperienced little virgin so starved for Sukuna's touch and knowing that the brat never touched anyone else like this.

This is how it was always meant to be. The brat was made for him, after all. It's only right that Sukuna is the only one who is allowed to be that intimate with him.

Itadori Yuuji belongs to him alone. Sukuna already claimed what's rightfully his. He already lived inside that body, walked in that skin, wore that face, held that heart in his hand, heard those thoughts, and felt that soul's red and golden warmth. He already claimed the brat in more ways than anyone else ever could.

And yet, he wants more.

He wants to take Itadori in another way. In the most primal way. He wants to throw him down and fuck him and fill him with his seed, claim him completely.

The brat's hand is slipping into Sukuna's pants now, massaging his hardening cock slowly while his strong warm body snuggles against Sukuna, and hot wet kisses get trailed up and down Sukuna's neck.

Something about it makes Sukuna's blood sing. He cannot wait any longer.

"Come here, baby."

He pulls Itadori onto his lap. His hands sprawl over the boy's firm ass possessively, kneading it roughly through his sweatpants, smirking when he hears the needy moan falling from the brat's lips.

Sukuna makes sure to position the boy right where he wants him, so he can feel Sukuna's hardness rub against his ass, letting him know how things could be. How things will be.

The boy whines loudly, his face flushed and his eyes brimming with desire.

Sukuna chuckles softly, watching the brat with a gleeful expression. He can't help but tease him.

"What do you want, darling? I didn't catch it."

"I want... I want more! Please!"

Sukuna raises an eyebrow,

"More?"

He's basking in the power he has over the stupid brat. How sweet this is! To hear Itadori beg him for more. It's almost addictive.

"Yes, please. I want to be even closer to you... I want you inside me. Please..."

His words sound needy, and his fingers twist desperately in the front of Sukuna's shirt.

Sukuna's cock throbs, making his pants sticky with his pre-cum. This is what he wanted when he started this stupid little game! The brat is all hot and bothered for him, practically begging him to fuck him.

It's perfect. Sukuna smirks up at the brat. Yes, he will claim the boy tonight. He will be inside him again, will fill him again.

They make it to the bedroom in a tangle of limbs, their lips locked, never stopping the hungry, sloppy kisses, their tongues licking at each other, mixing their spit obscenely. Strong hands tug and tear at each other's clothes.

Sukuna pushes the brat onto the bed, grinning broadly as he looks down at the horny boy, half-naked and so hard for him, golden eyes clouded by lust, kiss-swollen lips whimpering the sweetest little pleas, begging Sukuna to take him, to make him his. To ruin him.

Sukuna wants to commit this moment to memory. It's just one of his many victories, but this one holds a special sweetness.

He joins the brat on the bed, and they are back to hungry kisses and demanding touches, undressing each other hurriedly, gasping when their freed hard cocks rub hotly against each other.

The brat chuckles suddenly, big golden eyes blinking up at Sukuna, a sheepish grin on his face.

"I know we did this before, but I can't remember... and I am so nervous somehow. I don't know what to do. It feels like my first time."

Sukuna almost laughs out loud. The brat is so pathetic. So trusting, so stupid. Beautiful.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you."

I'll make sure to enjoy this thoroughly, knowing that I will take everything from you.

The brat smiles at him with that stupid love-drunk expression, eyes glazed over from horniness but a sweet, dopey smile on his face, full of affection and trust.

"I know... just like you always do. I love you so much, baby."

He is lying on his back, naked, all spread out for Sukuna, giving himself to Sukuna completely.

Sukuna takes a moment to savor his victory and appreciate the sight before him. The brat's beautiful, smooth, tan skin, the firm muscles, and the pretty cock standing hard and tall, oozing pearls of pre-cum for him.

Sukuna's chest feels full and warm. The brat is his to take. His to do with whatever he wants.

He crawls between the brat's thighs, pushing them further apart and gazing down at him with hungry eyes. The feral part of him wants to just take the brat by force, ram his cock into that tight little hole unprepared, and make the brat scream, use him like the little toy he is.

A low growl vibrates in the back of Sukuna's throat.

But he has to take it slow. He has to stay in his role as the loving boyfriend. 

And so he hastily prepares the brat, fingering him open, telling him to be a good boy and spread his legs. And, of course, the naive brat does anything Sukuna asks of him. Blushing deeply but spreading those muscular thighs shamelessly.

Sukuna's own breathing is loud in his ears as he leans over the boy and fucks him open with two fingers, watching him squirm and moan and push eagerly onto Sukuna's hand.

The boy is pathetic, a blushing horny mess that grabs at Sukuna's arms to pull him closer but has no clue what to do with all the needy desire he feels.

It stirs the dark lust in Sukuna even more. He pats the brat's hands away and captures them, fixing his wrists on the pillow above his head with one hand as Sukuna presses him down and smirks at him.

His cockhead is teasing the brat's hole, brushing slightly against his heat, not pushing in yet, but just playing with him, making him even more desperate.

He grabs Itadori's chin with his free hand, pushing his thumb between the brat's lips and prying them open.

Sukuna's blood feels on fire as he lets a thick thread of spit drool into the brat's open mouth, claiming him, marking him, and making him take everything Sukuna chooses to give him.

He watches hungrily as Itadori's eyes cloud over with lust, and a loud, needy moan falls from his mouth as he swallows Sukuna's spit obediently.

The boy is so endearing in his inexperience and eagerness to please. It makes Sukuna's cock throb almost painfully.

You want to be mine so bad, huh, brat?

Golden eyes look up at Sukuna with a pleading look, and Itadori opens his kiss-swollen and spit-covered lips to breathe a whiny,

"Please fuck me, Kuna."

And something in Sukuna's brain snaps.

He pushes into the brat with a violent thrust that makes the brat cry out in pain. Finally claiming him completely, burying his whole length deep inside the brat's tight ass.

Sukuna groans in pleasure, triumph filling his senses akin to the feeling of walking over a battlefield after a victorious battle.

Mine. You're mine.

He tightens his hold on the brat's wrists, pushing him down with his full weight, not giving him any time to adjust to the feeling of being filled, but rutting his hips in a punishing pace, fucking him deep and hard. So overcome with desire that he becomes careless. He wants to hear more of the cries of pain! He wants to ruin the brat! Wants to make him bleed and scream and bruise him for days!

But instead, another sound carries to his ears. The brat moans in delight. And his strong legs wrap around Sukuna's waist as if wanting to pull him even closer.

"Ah! Feels so good, Kuna!"

Something doesn't make sense. Why is the brat moaning in pleasure and pulling him closer?

A second later, Sukuna becomes aware of the familiar tingling sensation of his reverse cursed technique.

His eyes widen.

He unconsciously used his technique on the boy, healing him and taking the pain from him, leaving nothing but pleasure, even as Sukuna fucks into him brutally.

He falters momentarily, the tight hold on Itadori's wrists loosening so the brat can free his hands. But he doesn't push Sukuna off him.

Instead, he puts his hands on Sukuna's back, pulling him closer, caressing his muscles needily, digging his nails into them as he grinds against Sukuna and moans his name,

"Sukuna.....ah baby! Please, please don't stop!"

Golden eyes full of love and trust meet surprised light-blue ones, and Sukuna feels like he is falling.

Like he is drowning in the soulbond, they used to have, feeling it wrap around him again, engulf him and swallow him whole. He is one with Yuuji again. Their bodies and souls are connected again in this intimate moment.

When he spills his seed deep inside the boy, it is with a loud, breathless moan, a sound he can't remember ever making before.

Sukuna doesn't understand it. What is this feeling? He can remember what it was like to be a human a thousand years ago. Not everything, of course, but he remembers feeling various emotions. He remembers feeling anger and joy, desire and hatred. Strong emotions that filled his body with their fire.

But lately, he feels something else. It's not as loud, not as violent as those emotions he remembers. He cannot quite place it, but he's pretty sure he never felt anything like it before. It's nagging him. Why does he not know what this is?

He is pretty sure it has something to do with the brat, though. With the way the old Itadori Yuuji, the one who approached Sukuna with nothing but hate, is gone, and in his stead, there is this other Itadori Yuuji. The one who looks at Sukuna with nothing but love in his eyes. The one who holds him every night and snuggles against him, all trusting and sweet.

It has to do with the way the brat cares about him.

It has to do with the way the brat says he loves him.

Love.

It's the most dangerous curse of all. That's what Sukuna heard back in his time, and the words stuck with him.

Love is a weakness. A way to ruin yourself and others. A dangerous addiction. A form of insanity. It makes the ones afflicted with it vulnerable. Love is a wild force. It's uncontrollable. A magic so ancient and potent that Sukuna fears even he has no power over it. And the loss of control is an idea that makes his skin crawl.

And yet, the brat dives into this madness head first.

Why is he like this? No wonder Sukuna is feeling all kinds of strange things lately! The brat is confusing him! He is making Sukuna see things he has never seen before.

The boy is sitting on the kitchen counter with his stupid, bright smile, looking like he has nothing to worry about. Telling Sukuna how glad he is to be with him and how happy he is about this life they have. There's nothing but sincerity in his honey gaze.

It's a concept so foreign to Sukuna. Everyone he ever encountered had their own agenda. Their own motives. Their own selfishness which influenced their actions.

But not Itadori. He is selfless to a fault.

Itadori Yuuji is a contradiction. He is so weak and so strong at the same time. It makes Sukuna's mind spin as he tries and tries and tries to wrap his head around it.

Sukuna is standing at the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, one hand touching the cold window pane lightly as he stares unseeingly over the nightly city.

He cannot find any rest tonight. He had to untangle himself from the heavy and warm body of the brat to walk to the kitchen and get a cold glass of water before he came here to look at the endless sea of twinkling lights.

He cannot fight this uneasiness that has been plaguing him for the last few days.

Anytime Sukuna's lying on the couch during a lazy afternoon with the brat draped all over him, cuddling him and resting his head on Sukuna's chest, sometimes looking up at him with hazy eyes and ruffled hair and an affectionate smile, Sukuna is scared.

He is scared because there's a strange warmth spreading through his chest, and he is too aware of how loudly his heart is thumping.

He's losing control.

Things are slipping out of his hands, and he doesn't know how to stop it.

The brat means something to him. He cannot quite say what, but something makes him want to have Yuuji around. Safe and sound, wearing that happy, genuine smile on his stupid face.

He wants to keep the brat safe. Sukuna wouldn't mind burning this whole city down and killing everyone in it. He doesn't care about the pain or destruction he causes, even enjoys it. But now there is one person he doesn't want to stand in this chaos.

So, instead of hurting him, Sukuna's hand always finds its way into soft pink hair and strokes it gently, holding the brat in place, holding him close, making sure he won't get up and leave Sukuna's embrace.

This is a development Sukuna didn't see coming. He doesn't like it.

It terrifies him.

Does the brat have power over him? No one ever possessed any power over Sukuna! No one!

Is it because they used to share a body? Does it have to do with this strange separation anxiety he is experiencing since their souls were forcefully separated? Is it fear of losing this bond they had? A bond formed by fate itself?

"Kuna?"

Itadori's soft, warm voice speaks up behind him. Sukuna doesn't turn his head. But a moment later, strong arms wrap around him from behind, and the same voice asks again, closer this time, breath warm on Sukuna's neck, a warm muscular body snuggling against his back,

"Are you ok, Kuna? Did you have a nightmare?"

That stupid nickname! Sukuna grits his teeth. He wants to lash out at the brat, wants to slice him open, and tell him no one calls Sukuna like that. But he cannot do it. He hates it, but deep down, there's a part of him that feels so warm anytime the boy calls him Kuna.

Is that part of it? Of being loved by someone? To feel this warmth when they wrap you in their love and care? The sheer power a name holds when spoken by someone who loves you. The way Itadori says that name in such a tender tone. As if it is the most precious thing he owns. As if the name alone carries love.

Sukuna isn't ok. He is far from it.

But he nods and laughs softly,

"Yes, I'm ok, darling. Just needed something to drink."

Yuuji's arms tighten around him, and his head rests on Sukuna's back.

"Alright, but you can always talk to me if something's worrying you, ok? I love you."

"I love you too."

Empty words that are so cruel in their deceiving nature. One loves, and one doesn't. One says the truth and one speaks lies. And yet, tonight, the words taste dangerous on Sukuna's tongue.

He unfocuses his eyes from the city view and looks at the soft reflection of his face on the window pane. Wide, terrified, light-blue eyes stare back at him.

Finally a new chapter!!! I had such a hard time editing this, but I am happy to finally share it. That last scene is one of my favorites in the whole story. I love the thought of Sukuna looking terrified at being confronted with Yuuji's genuine love and care. Love must really be a scary thing to our dear King. Uncontrollable and powerful. Well, Kuna YOU were the one who wanted to play this little game ;)

Ahahaha I am so soft for Sukuna slowly falling into Yuuji's sweetness and not being able to get out of it again. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!!

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We're back with some more 'Upper Moon Demons' headcanons!!! Today, we're focusing on my personal favorite. Slight NSFW warning.

Upper Moon 4

Hantengu/Hanito Jigoku (Part 1)

- Born in 1611, in a less populated town near Kyōto City.

Koki Jigoku, his father, was an extremely handsome and charismatic ladies' man. Parenthood was unexpected, but his heart melted when he saw his newborn son, who bore a striking resemblance to him. Despite his love for his wife, Koki struggled to abandon his womanizing ways..

Otsuru Jigoku (née Aisaki), his mother, was a strikingly attractive young woman with a caring personality. She had sun-kissed skin, a slender yet dramatic lean body, reminiscent of Devon Aoki, a heart-shaped face, warm brown hair, and silver to orchid eyes always filled with energy. Otsuru loved her husband intensely, but her love often turned deranged, driving her to murderous jealousy towards his frequent infidelities. She came from a wealthy family.

- Even as a young boy, Hanito was a stunningly handsome child with a sturdy athletic build and tanned skin. His spiky black hair messy and full, framing his brooding heart-shaped face and accentuating his piercing onyx eyes. His eyebrows were thick and expressive, often laced with a dramatic display of emotions. His features were sharp and chiseled, with high cheekbones and a straight high-bridged nose. He also bore a mischievous devilish grin.

- Hanito's life of crime began at just seven years old, not out of necessity, but sheer desire and bad influences. He ran with a trio of urchin boys, forming a band of young thieves who stole whatever they could to fill their pockets. Surprisingly, his parents, Koki and Otsuru, didn't reprimand him for his delinquent behavior. Instead, they adopted a lenient approach, telling him that as long as he avoided getting caught, he wouldn't face trouble at home. This unconventional parenting allowed Hanito to hone his thieving skills, shaping him into a skilled young thief.

- Stealing meant buying whatever they wanted, but for free. Hanito-kun rarely strayed from his tight-knit group, seeking the safety net of their protection. Hanito had a knack for evading capture, thanks to three key factors: his incredible speed, his skillful lying and manipulation, which convinced people he was just an innocent child, and his loyal clique of local fangirls who often helped him out of sticky situations.

Emiko-chan, gasps: Girls! Here comes Hanito-kun, act natural!

(Hanito passes by and smiles slightly before leaving)

Sakura-chan, giggles: You see that? He smiled at me!

Yumi-chan, cooing: No, I'm pretty sure he had his eyes on me!

Emiko-chan, huffing: Nuh uh! He was definitely checking out my hair!

(None of them realizing their missing hairpins)

Hanito, gripping all 3 hair pins: Too easy.

- The manifestations of Hantengu's emotions take on physical forms that reflect the age where he experienced those emotions most intensely.

Zohakuten 👹

Year 1623; a store clerk by the name of Mr. Yamada was fed up with the troublesome child's lies.

Hanito, defiantly: Let me go you big bully! There really was a wolf!

(He struggles trying to free his ear from the store clerk's harsh grip)

Mr. Yamada, angrily opens the door: Otsuru, your brat is at it againー

Horrifying. There knelt Otsuru ominously, in a tattered old kimono ー stained with blood spatter, one she kept specifically for these occasions ー with an ecstatic expression. Before her lay the lifeless body of a curvaceous young woman, a ravishing beauty with a face like a porcelain doll and dark sea-green hair. Her thighs impaled by two knives and her pale mint eyes froze in perpetual horror, surrounded by beads of sweat.

Otsuru, glances behind her: Ah, welcome Yamada-sama! Do come in, we're having a family reunion of sorts...

Hanito swiftly averted his gaze, closing his eyes to shield himself from the uncomfortable graphics. His reaction betrayed a familiarity with his mother's brutal outbursts, a hint that he had witnessed her madness before. In contrast, Mr. Yamada stood frozen, his voice caught in his throat as shock and terror rendered him speechless.

(Otsuru rose, her movements graceful like a cat)

Otsuru, curls her lips: And you, dear friend, are just in time for dinner. I do hope you have an... appetite for the macabre.

(She walks closer making Mr. Yamada free his grasp on Hanito's ear, slowly retreating)

Mr. Yamada, sweating: No... no! What have you done to that poor woman!

Otsuru, pats her son's head: Hush now, everything is fine... I'm bound to tidy the house after this.

Hanito, crying: How much more that nasty stuff is going to happen here?

Otsuru, gently and soothing: Darling, you know I don't have other options...

Mr. Yamada, pointing: You... what are you teaching that poor child, youー you crazy bitch!

Otsuru's eyes blazed with a dark intensity, her gaze flashing like a stormy sky. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with malevolence, as the unhinged madness gave way to a sinister wrath. Her long hair whipped around her face like a flail, as if the wind itself was fueling her fury. Her stained kimono fluttering behind her like a dark cloud.

Otsuru, in an ominous voice: Forgive me, good sir... but I'm afraid you've dug your own grave!

(A knife slid out of her sleeve and she launched at him. However, Mr. Yamada was quicker and dodged her attack)

Mr. Yamada, cornering her from behind: So reckless...

Hanito, yelling: Momma!

(Basically what happened was Mr. Yamada managed to grab Otsuru's wrist, twisting it, forcing her to drop the knife, and knocked the woman out.)

Mr. Yamada, grumbles: I'd be damned if I wasn't a former martial artist. I'm sorry to say it, kid, but your mother's actions have earned her a reckoning. She'll face trial and judgment for her wrongdoings.

Hanito's tear-stained face twisted into a furious scowl, his large bushy eyebrows furrowing in anger. His piercing eyes narrowed, flashing with intense animosity, his glare so heavy that it almost crushed the store clerk. It was unnerving to see how this boy could be both seriously handsome and intimidatingly fierce at the same time.

Hanito, darkly: You evil son of prick! Leave my momma alone or... or I'll kill you!

(He charges at Mr. Yamada attempting to punch the latter, but was triped over by Yamada's sliding kick)

Mr. Yamada, lifts Otsuru up: Don't try to fight me, Hanito, I'm three times your size.

Hanito, grabbing onto Yamada's ankle: No!!! I won't let a scumbag like you give me orders!!!

(Hanito twists Yamada's ankle causing the latter to wince and kick him back)

Mr. Yamada, scoffs: Blasted child. You're lucky I respect your father enough to let you off the hook.

The 12-year-old's rage thickened, his glare twice as spiteful as he rose from his position, gracefully like the fall was nothing. He balled both hands fist, ready to spring into action when two people showed up. A samurai and a middle-aged woman with the same green hair as the victim.

Samurai, analyzing the situation: So if I'm correct, this was the lady who your daughter was last seen with.

(The middle-aged woman just nodded)

Mr. Yamada: I fear to inform you... that your daughter is dead...

(The middle-aged woman weaped)

Mr. Yamada, frowning: I was just taking her son, Hanito, back home. That kid has been in a lot of hot water lately, I wanted to have a word with Otsuru about this...

Hanito, looks down bitterly: I was telling the truth...

Mr. Yamada, shouts: There was no wolf and never one to begin with!

Samurai, tapping chin: Note the freshness of the blood suggests the incident occurred within the past 30 minutes.

Mr. Yamada, still disturbed: The girl is inside. Poor thing was bleeding head to toe.

This was a night no one forgotten, especially Zohakuten who held onto that memory like an ideology.

Basically after that fiasco, Otsuru was convinced of 13 accounts of homicide and sentenced to death by hanging. Nobody wanted to inform Hanito what happened to his mother, believing it'd be too hard on him.

- To cope with the void left by his mother's absence, Hanito's fragile mind conjured a distorted narrative, convincing himself that she was a monster who had abandoned him, rather than confront the painful truth of her fate.

- After his mother's departure, Hanito spent his remaining teenage years by his father's side. Seeking a new beginning, they relocated to Gion, a prestigious district in Kyōto renowned for its vibrant entertainment and traditional geisha culture.

- Hanito only grew more handsome by the day. His voice deepened, and he became taller & stronger. His spiky hair had grown longer, reaching his shoulders. His heart-shaped face still brooded with intensity, but his features had matured, sharpening his cheekbones and nose. His piercing onyx eyes smoldering and framed by thick eyebrows that gave him a debonair look. At thirteen, he was already the most attractive guy in Gion.

- He idolized his womanizer father, emulating his ways but with a more sinister edge.

Hanito, exclaiming: Father, teach me how to charm the ladies!

Koki, smiling: Ah, my son, it's all about confidence and charm. Watch and learn!

- As young Hanito honed his skills, his reputation grew, and so did his ego. He began to see himself as a legend, a master of charm and deception. And his father, well, he was the one who had taught him everything he knew.

- He employed his charms to lure unsuspecting girls into his trap, only to rob them blind. Unlike his father, Koki, who had treated his mistresses with kindness and sincerity, Hanito's intentions were far more dark. He delighted in leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake, his beauty and charisma mere tools for exploitation. With each conquest, Hanito's confidence grew, as did his reputation as a heartless Casanova.

His father, Koki, looked on with a mix of pride and concern, aware of the darkness brewing within his son. Yet, he remained silent, allowing Hanito's destructive path to continue unchecked.

- At 14, Hanito experienced his first kiss under the soft glow of a lantern on a bench, in a secluded area of the Gion District. Maiya, his girlfriend, rested her head on his shoulder, her gentle eyes sparkling in the dim light. With his arm wrapped around her, Hanito felt a sense of vulnerability he'd never known before. As their lips touched, he tasted the sweetness of innocence, leaving him breathless. Maiya may not have been as pretty as the ryotei girls who often fawned over him, but to Hanito, she was cute in her own right. Her gentle soul and kind eyes captivated him. In that moment, Hanito felt like a different kind of man.

- Unfortunately, their relationship wouldn't last very long. Hanito's temper and insensitivity brought Maiya distress. Because of that, their relationship ended on bad terms that would leave the spiky-haired boy with his guard up.

- On his 16th birthday, Hanito's life took a reckless turn. He lost his virginity in a wild encounter with three bad bitches in one room, quite tumultuous but worth it.

Rorerei: a former geisha that kind of resembles a young Meisa Kuroki.

Kyoka: the daughter of the second wealthiest man in town & somewhat resembles young Fukada Kyoko.

Nozomi: a waitress who looked a bit like a young Nozomi Sasaki.

- They'd do it again the next night in the same Ryokan. Hanito enjoyed every minute of it. A cute girl named Mika ー cousin of Maiya ー would walk in on them while trying to find her room. This would fluster the young man greatly. However, Mika was... chilled with it and even joined in the fun.

When Maiya found out about what happened, she gave her cousin a 48 hour long lecture.

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Aizetsu 😿

- At 18, Hanito's world was shattered when his father, Koki, died under mysterious circumstances. The discovery of Koki's lifeless body at dawn, drained of blood and beyond salvation, left Hanito reeling. Consumed by grief and abandonment, he plummeted into a dark depression, desperately seeking solace from the anguish. In his darkest moments, Hanito attempted to escape the pain through self-destructive means, but the void left by his father's absence only seemed to grow.

Aizetsu is the second physically youngest of Hantengu's clones. Since Hanito would no longer wore his hair spiky after turning 19.

- This led him craving solitude in the most somber area of Nishijin, where he could escape the world for a while. His only companion was a Japanese Bobtail cat he found injured by the roadside. He took her in, nursing her back to health by bandaging her paw and feeding her. He named her Usui, inspired by the rain that fell on the day they met.

- This was the second time Hanito displayed compassion towards another being. Together, he and Usui weathered the rainy days, a somber but comforting duo in the midst of Kyoto's bustling streets.

- In moments of introspection, Hanito would often hear his father's gentle voice whispering in his mind, urging him to stay strong and press on. The memory of Koki's words, though faint, remained a comforting presence, echoing through Hanito's thoughts like a soft breeze on a summer night.

- Eleven months later, Usui would find her siblings again. Although Hanito didn't want her to go, he did as he knew what it was like to be separated from family. But not before Usui rubbed against her close companion's leg and purred contentedly.

This version of Hanito became the base/blueprint for Aizetsu's creation. Each clone gain power using a series of events in Hanito's 87 years everytime he'd experience that emotion.

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Karaku 💚

Year 1630; was when Hanito finally decided to move again and start over.

- Having grown into a stunningly gorgeous young man, his hair grew moderately past shoulder-length and wavy in a very sexy, satisfying, and stylish sense. His charm and good looks intensified, making him a magnet and true Casanova Killer. With his narrow piercing gaze, captivating smile, thick eyebrows, lean muscular build, nimble fingers, and glowing tawny skin, he was extremely irresistible to many. His voice fully deepened, and he grew taller, exuding confidence and allure.

- New year, new him. Hanito moved to Shimabara, a fascinating red-light district in Kyōto where life was an endless party.

- Hanito got to try liquor for the first time. A quarter cup of shochu mixed with ¾ cup of yuzu was enough to satisfy his taste buds. By the way, when he says the ladies at Shimabara were fine, he means it. During his time in Shimabara, he found himself hooking up with every woman who flirted with him. And that's saying a lot because Hanito was the talk of all town, a head-turner. Husbands would told onto their wives more closely at the charmer's presence, bachelors envied Hanito and wanted to be him and some were even mesmerized, many maidens found themselves falling for his charms and brooding persona, and the top most gorgeous women would even spend the night with him. As a result, Hanito acted overly cocky and prideful in many situations.

Let's just say, the ladies at Shimabara were like Makio/Mitsuri/Daki-level badness. Effortlessly pretty faces, voluptuous figures, stylish sense of fashion, sexy, and hot personalities.

- Let's just say, Hanito almost encountered the dreaded Kukushisen (Syphilis) this one fateful night. Nana, the chick he was with was really hot and was very experienced, luckily she brought mika (paper condoms) with her and they had a blast.

- Hanito actually first met Muzan at a party....

Hantengu's name holds a dual meaning, translating to both "Braggart" and "Half Tengu". The former suggests that The Demon King encountered him in a state of boastful pride, while the latter reveals a connection to the mythical Tengu creatures from Japanese folklore. Tengu are known for their striking appearance, featuring wings, beaks, and formidable magical abilities, as well as their mischievous and powerful nature. This namesake is fitting, as Hantengu's Blood Demon Art allows him to split his body in half, unleashing Tengu-like clones that embody the same quick and cunning spirit as their mythical counterparts.

- Unfortunately, they never got the chance to interact as the party got raided by a bunch of drunken thugs. However, despite being initially annoyed by Hanito's ego and two-faced nature, Muzan was intrigued by his soon-to-be-UM4's ability to charm and pickpocket people.

- Hanito's journey would take an interesting turn as he developed sadomasochistic tendencies. This transformation began with a chance encounter, where he found himself engaged in a captivating conversation with an alluring older woman... whose name remains a mystery. Deciding to step outside for some alone time, she pretty much... just dined in, left an indelible mark on his sensitive place. The sensation made him wince, but somehow he was enjoying it.

- Giving and receiving pain was more than just a fetish. He found himself really enjoying the suffering of people who wronged him. Heartbreak no longer hurt anymore, he was addicted to agony it brought him. Pain was pleasure.

- At 21, Hanito visited his boyhood town, only to discover his old home gone. In its place stood an Inari Shrine, alongside a garden where 13 graves lay next to cherry blossom trees in silent remembrance. He thought this view was rather satisfying and pleasing.

After Otsuru's heinous crimes came to light, the authorities embarked on a meticulous investigation, meticulously dismantling the house piece by piece to uncover the gruesome secrets within. Their grim task was to retrieve the remains of the 13 unfortunate women who had fallen victim to her brutality, whose bodies had been hidden or buried in various clandestine locations throughout the dwelling.

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Urogi 🕊

Years 1623-1632, the town's population and commercial activities would slowly increase throughout the years.

The trio of urchins Hanito used to hang out with years ago were now successful yashi/yamichi (peddlers) ー by the way; their names were Bakuto, Omaru, and Kaito respectively: smooth-talking salesmen who may not be the honest people when it came selling things (Scam Artist Douma-san from the Academy AU should really hire these guys)

You may or may not have remembered the three girls who were obsessed with Hanito from the beginning. Emiko embraced her distinctive hair color - a pale silver with a soft baby blue undertone - rejecting the pressure to conform by dyeing it black. Meanwhile, Sakura harbored subtle affections for Yumi, but ultimately chose duty over desire and married a lord. In contrast, Yumi found true happiness with Omaru, her heart full of joy in their union.

Sakura, curiously: Who is that tall, dark, strong, and handsome brute over there?

Yumi, blushing: You're telling me. He's a snack.

Sakura, in a teasing voice: But, Yumi-chan. What about Omaru?

Yumi, nervous giggles: Oh, yeah... I forgot.

Emiko, looks up from sweeping: Girls? The porch isn't gunna clean itself.

Sakura, without looking away: Just a minute Emiko. We're too busy swooning over this hot new boy.

Emiko, raises a brow: Who?

(She walks over, trying to get a peak)

Emiko, surprised: H-Hanito-sama?

Well, they were both surprised to see each other. Emiko has now grown into the most beautiful woman Hanito has ever see. With her fierce meadow green eyes, flowy white hair, adorable smile, delicate frame, femininity, and great personality; she became the first woman he ever truly loved.

And Emiko; she always had a thing for that boy. Even after realizing he swiftly swiped her hair pin when they were little. She was absolutely smitten upon seeing this man again. He made her heart sing like no other person has.

- The time Hanito spent with Emiko were the best 2 months of his life. They shared an instant connection, discovering a deep affinity for each other's interests and values. Hanito, attuned to the subtleties of human emotions, realized his feelings for Emiko went beyond friendship after just three weeks of togetherness - he had fallen deeply in love.

- They got married on the first day of July, in the same Inari Shrine built where Hanito's childhood home used to be. He was overjoyed by this event, believing he might have a chance to a normal life.

- After bidding farewell to the town, they escaped to a serene foothill of Mt. Hiei, where they built a secluded haven near the charming town of Sakamoto.

"We are in love in love, haven't you heard. How we rock each other's world!"

(- Avril Lavigne)

Well that was fun to write! Considering Hantengu's backstory wasn't as detailed or shown like some of the other characters, and due the fact that he lived a relatively long human life... It made room for plenty of creativity.

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Okay time to hash out my beef with Kant.

Let me make this very clear from the start. I don't like Kant. At all. And that is saying something because I absolutely adore First and his sparkly eyes and his sweet smile and his lovely charm. But my love for First doesn't get in the way of my dislike for Kant, which means First is an excellent actor and he is absolutely killing this role.

Kant is a very complex character and so much of his life and personality is such a huge mystery because the man is so good at hiding himself and deceiving others. I don't trust most of the things coming from Kant because the man is always lying. He has offered little to no sincerity to anyone other than Babe so far and I just can't like someone like that.

I get why Kant has to deceive Bison and spy on the brothers. It's not just his life on the line here, Babe's future is at stake too. And captain Christ is an absolute asshole for putting Kant through this. The man is sending an ordinary civilian to deal with dangerous criminals while holding his past records (which he was supposed to get rid of after Kant dealt with drug dealers for him by the way) against him and threatening not just him but also his younger brother. That is so incredibly unfair to Kant. He doesn't really have a choice here. He has to do what Christ says so that Babe can continue living a normal life. So I totally understand why Kant has to do what he has to do and honestly I'm okay with it. I don't even have issues with him stealing in the past. He did what he thought he had to in order to maintain a stable lifestyle for Babe and I get that.

Also I will be the first to admit that Kant is a really good big brother to Babe. Ever since their parents died, he took full responsibility of his younger brother and did everything he could to ensure that Babe can lead a normal and fulfilling life. There is no doubt about the fact that Kant loves Babe to the moon and back and he will do anything for him. Kant is a wonderful big brother to Babe in every way.

But you see, Kant being a wonderful big brother doesn't automatically make me like him. And here lies the beauty of having complex characters with realistic characterization. I can understand where Kant is coming from and sympathize with him without liking him. Kant as a character has a lot of depth. While I understand his motivations and constraints, I still don't like his actions.

First thing about Kant that really bothers me is the fact that he is doing an extremely shitty job of being an informant. 4 episodes in and Kant has gathered a singular piece of relevant information and even that is incorrect (Fadel and Bison having same mother and different fathers). He managed to get inside Bison's house and what did he do? He took pictures of Bison's bdsm gear, Bison's artwork/ moodboard/ wishes and the outside of their house. Pretty useless information if you ask me, considering what he needs to find out is clues that point to the boss's identity. Surely, how many whips Bison has is not going to be helpful in figuring that out? But then again I am not an investigator so I wouldn't really know. Kant is doing a very poor job of doing what he is supposed to be doing to ensure his and Babe's safety and that really bothers me. Kant doesn't even have the excuse of being blinded by love because at this point even the sliver of like he had when he first met Bison is buried deep under the lies and deception and manipulation.

Next, I don't like the way Kant uses his friends to trick Bison. Babe told him to show Bison that he cares, so Kant hires his friend to flirt with Bison so that he can put on a jealous act? I don't care what Kant was actually feeling when he dropped that bowling ball on his friend's feet. The fact that he sent his friend to harass Bison (yes, that is exactly what he did let's not fool ourselves here) is so uncalled for. Kant did not have to do that to speed up the pursuing. He could have chosen a million other ways to show that he cares and he chose this. Then he lied to Bison about liking bdsm when he clearly did not like it one bit. He is putting his own safety and Bison's as well in danger just to gain Bison's trust faster. Which again, he didn't have to do. Bison made it very clear that he takes this bdsm thing very seriously and doesn't want to accidentally hurt anyone and he is okay with his partner not being as into it like him. But Kant chose to lie about it anyway, ignoring all the things that could go horribly wrong because of this not so simple lie. Both of this choices were so unnecessary. Notice how I didn't mention Kant drugging Bison, because while that bothered me too, I understand that he had to do that to get a real opportunity to snoop around the house without alerting Bison. The previous two choices however were really not necessary, and yet they were choices that put Bison, and even himself, in a potentially dangerous situation.

Moving on to the main reason I really can't get behind Kant. It's the way he treats Style. Style seems to be Kant's only real friend that always treats him with kindness and loyalty. And yet Kant sent his supposed best friend to flirt with a literal killer without telling him anything. Kant pushed Style into a very dangerous situation so that he can have an easier time doing what he has to do. Kant doesn't know if Fadel refuses to kill innocent people. Even if Kant did know that, sending his best friend to mess with a killer is still a very terrible thing to do. And Kant was not even concerned about Style's safety. Yes he was busy dealing with his own problems but he is very callous about the safety of his friend that is actively flirting with a guy he made clear he dislikes for friendship's sake. Kant takes Style's sacrifice (yes, it is a sacrifice on Style's part to run after a person he actively disliked back then) for granted. He has no remorse or guilt for putting Style in danger. And then, he tells Style the truth after Style starts dating Fadel. That is the worst timing to tell Style the truth. Because now Style has to process that his newfound boyfriend is a murderer and could have literally killed him at any point of their interactions. What makes it worse is that Kant doesn't tell Style because he cares about Style or is now finally (belatedly) worried about his safety. Because captain Christ told Kant it would be safer to NOT tell Style the truth not long before Kant told Style the truth. Kant told Style the truth because he was having a hard time dealing with his overwhelming guilt towards Bison and he was frustrated because he was not making much progress with his information gathering which is only making his guilt towards Bison to grow even more. Kant wants to escape this situation, he wants to escape his relationship with Bison, he wants to escape his guilt and his remaining morality. That is why Kant tells Style the truth. With the intention of manipulating Style to help him in his mission because clearly he is not making much progress on his own. He knows Style's kindness and loyalty, and he takes advantage of that to make Style betray Fadel. He didn't even notice Style's conflicted feelings about this whole thing. And honestly, even if he did notice, he wouldn't really care judging from how Kant was trying to make Style afraid of Fadel. Kant, in this moment, does not care about Style's feelings or safety. Which is why he has no issues placing a burden on Style that is not his to bear.

I am aware that things might happen that could redeem Kant for me. But I will never be able to really like Kant because I am so bothered by so many of his actions. I am still very interested to see how his character develops as the show goes on but yeah, at this point, I am really not vibing with Kant at all.

[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

from the bitch

okay. be safe

eunwoo said he’ll fill in for you.

i hope your son feels better soon ❤️

while at the hospital, a nurse takes seol’s blood pressure and temperature. turns out, seol did have a fever and judging from seol’s red eyes, flushed cheeks, and red nose, the doctor could tell his fever had stemmed from the 5-year old’s excessive crying.

next, the doctor asks seol a few questions to ensure the small boy isn’t being abused starting with:

“you feel safe at home, seol?”

“mhm”

“good, good. you think your dad is pretty cool?”

“mhm”

“have you gotten in trouble before, seol?”

“mhm”

“you have? what does your father do when you get in trouble? how does he reprimand you?”

“reprimand?”

“yeah, it’s the adult way of saying ‘punishment’”

“o-oh. i don’t eat ice cream if i get in trouble”

“that’s it?”

“mhm”

“do you get spankings?”

“no”

“is your father mean sometimes?”

“no. my daddy is awesome. i love him”

the doctor coos at the 5-year old who looks at jungkook with a big smile on his face. he makes sure to record all of seol’s answers and by the time he’s finished, he concludes that there is no abuse at home, however, the doctor begins to question seol as to why he was crying so much today.

“i just…i don’t know” says seol who looks down at his feet.

“what’s going on seol? why so much crying today? is it because you didn’t get ice cream today?”

“no”

“then what happened, little man? have you been sad a lot lately?” asks the doctor and in response, seol nods his head. “what’s been making you sad? is it something with your father?”

“no”

“something with school?”

“no”

“then what is it? are you scared to tell your father?”

seol stays quiet in response. he wonders if he should come clean to his father about the argument he had with that bad lady but he doesn’t want to make his father upset. what if that lady was wrong and you are his mother? but it’s obvious that you aren’t. you don’t spend any time with him outside of school and it’s time that jungkook (maybe) tells him the truth.

“ms. y/n isn’t my mommy. i-i don’t have a mommy”

“ms. y/n? who is that?”

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Jungkooks heart actually stops. When he hears Seol confess the truth and now everything clicks because now he understands why his son was struggling…

Jungkook gets up from the seat and the approaches the doctor, “uhhh ms yn… she’s his teacher and the only maternal influence in his life…” he says, with irregular breathing..

This is his fault.

He manipulated his son into thinking that you were his mother, and now that he knows the truth. He’s struggling all because his father- jungkook was selfish, he wanted you so badly.

He compromised his sons mental health

“you see I’m a single father and… he loves his teacher, and I kind of let him think that she was his mother and I take full responsibility for this…” Jungkook looks down, he has got the worst headache and now his heart hurts too because his son is suffering because of his lies.

Of course he heard that arguing with Nara yesterday.

“can you prescribe him medication for his fever and I’ll make sure to take care of him to my best abilities…” after a few minutes. He’s finally done talking with the doctor.

The doctor gives him some solid advice on how to deal with his son’s mental health and how to get him to be better.

After they’re done with the doctors appointment, he’s headed home and Seol is peacefully sleeping in the car.

Jungkook looks at him constantly, making sure that he’s breathing right, or if he’s whimpering.

…

A few minutes pass and jungkook is finally now in his home with Seol tucked in bed, he made sure to feed him and gave him the medication.

He’s still sitting on the side of the bed where Seol is sleeping. He didn’t want to let go of jungkook and even though JK wanted to ask him about the conversation, he heard yesterday it wasn’t the right time.

It’s 5 pm and Jungkook is so depressed.

As he is thinking about the wrong things, he did and lied to his son about you, his phone dings and there’s a notification

Jungkook rolls his eyes, thinking that it’s nara texting him when he sees that it’s you texting him asking about Seol and that if he’s alright, Jungkook smiles.

He can’t resist the urge to call you so he ends up calling you…

After three rings you pick up..

“Hi yn… oh first of all I’m so sorry about how Seol behaved with you earlier today and then the thing with chaeyoung…” he smiles goofily, talking in a hushed tone,

Just like the sweet girl that you are, you are trying to comfort him and your comfort is all he needs to feel better…

But soon he feels like he needs to tell you the reason behind seol’s behavior.

“Uhhh actually Nara came by yesterday and she knew about our interaction at the aquarium weirdly enough and she freaked out so she came over and started screaming about how you’re not seol’s actual mom and how his actual mommy is dead..” Jungkook takes in a breath.

“she started to claim the fact that she’s his mom and Seol heard everything because he was at home and she came over and…now he knows the truth. And he’s a heartbroken.”

“I-It’s my fault yn..”

[made-by-sky]

New Song!

This ones called 'Maggy' and is my efforts at a story based country rock song. I got the idea for it when I was listening to a song bt "The Wallows" that had a line, 'why are girls in songs always 17' and I thougt that was true as shit. You always here about 17 year old girls in songs, so I decided to write a song about a girl who isn't 17. No, shes 18.

But really though, after that lyric making me want to make it, I was mostly inspired by the music of Kings Of Leon and Joe Pug for this one. I didn't try to write it as a country rick song, but that's usually where my more serious effort songs end up going.

I've never known anyone personally that went through this scenario, but I've heard many stories from women who've felt like they were forced into porn by lack of options and need for money. I wanted to try and capture how that feels from a more outside, more cycnical point of view. One that pretty much tries to say, "well what did she think would happen? We told her." Knowing full well the manipulation at play. It's about the lies of the big city dream, that if you can just get there, you can make it. It's about how we go to low places when we feel cornered, and about how shamelessly people take advantage of those sunken folk.

All in all, this song is about a girl who was desperate for money so she could live. All in all, this is meant to be a 'fuck capitalism' song.

Keep an eye out on my YouTube for an upcoming live performance of it!

Lyrics:

Now I've met a fair shair of people going through 'bout my days

Heard many tales a' caution

Seems there's shit all over the place

And I've got one such tale that I'd like to share with you

So y'all sit there right in your chairs as I spin my yarn to you

This is the story of a girl

She's just turned 18

She saved up to move to the city

And She's gonna live her dream

Ya See she's gonna be an actress

And it's gonna be sweet

But she could only afford the ticket

And now she's living in the Street

But straight off the plain

She was fresh and she was green

And soon to learn the truth

Of the city made of dreams

***

Maggy bought the bullshit

That she was always told

Maggy bought the only lie

That she was ever sold

She believed them when they told her

"Baby we promise you gold"

So trust us darling when we say

they'll really love your smile

So just keep smiling

***

At first she was a waitress

getting auditions now and then

But she couldn't keep that up though

As she'd only made one friend

And the wadges she was making

Were shitty as could be

And Maggy now was struggling

She couldn't find a place to sleep

So she turned to the adverts

Put her name down on the list

And a kind old man said i can take ya

If you'd only do just this

***

Maggy bought the bullshit

That she was always told

Maggy bought the only lie

That she was ever sold

She believed them when they told her

Baby we promise you gold

So trust us darling when we say

They'll really love your smile

So just keep smiling

***

She started as a model

Showin off in lingerie

But it wouldn't be too long

Before she couldn't get her way

See Maggy now was desperate

She needed money bad

And every time the call back came

She had to take the cash

You could see it on her face now

She'd finally got her dream

And she made it there by smiling

Every god damn week

***

Maggy bought the bullshit

That she was alway told

Maggy bought the only lie

That she was ever sold

She believed them when they told her

Baby we promise you gold

So trust us darling when we say

They'll really love your smile

So just

Keep

SMILING~~~

[cannoli-reader]

For the record, Gawyn took part in a counter-coup, and he had no way of knowing what Siuan was going to do (and she wasn’t) because Siuan did not tell him.  Or anyone, anything.  She knew the Shadow was aware that the Dragon was reborn, so she also knew that the only people she was hiding this from were good guys.  She lied, repeatedly, to Gawyn about the location of his sister, the literal most important thing in his world, and not by his choice, but by his mother’s and teachers’ conditioning.  Gawyn stuck with Elaida because she was the devil he knew, and she clearly was no happier about being left out of the loop.  And after all of this, can you blame him for refusing to take advice from his own allies?  Whom can he trust? Siuan lies to him, repeatedly, even after it gets her in trouble, for no reason other than she does not want him to know where Elayne is (contrast that with her telling the Salidar council where Rand is, just to get a seat at the table, when they have even less right to know where he is than Gawyn does Elayne).  Elaida tries to get him killed, and Egwene is actively and clearly manipulating him and abusing his trust in Cairhien.  

Egwene makes the compromise with herself that she will not ask Gawyn to betray any confidences, but she will allow herself to use any information he accidentally shares or lets slip.  This is absolutely 100% a betrayal of confidence and a violation of trust!  The only reason he might let anything slip is because he trusts her and feels comfortable around her, and Egwene using that completely undermines their relationship.  Egwene doesn’t really offer Gawyn any evidence, just “trust me, he didn’t do it.”  And Gawyn might be infatuated with her, but he has no basis for trusting her.  By the time he reveals his belief that Rand killed Morgase, that conversation has exceeded the word count of all other on-page dialogue between them, combined.  Egwene has simply, at that point, given him no reason to trust her word or her judgment.  If she wants him to refrain from something so important to his heart and his trained, indoctrinated duty (the life and well-being of the Queen of Andor is absolutely a paramount concern for the heir to an important royal office), she owes it to him to share the basis by which she believes that.  As far as Gawyn knows, all she has is her loyalty to a friend.  That’s a good reason to love someone, but not to believe their protestations of a friends’ innocence. 

In their meeting, Egwene offers him nothing outside of their relationship, and however nicely expressed, refuses his request/offer to throw out all their competing loyalties in favor of the relationship, while also asking him to hide her presence from the Aes Sedai, and to refrain from acting against his mother’s killer.  In terms of both danger and emotional cost, those are pretty big requests.  That he is willing to go as far as he does actually says a lot about his devotion to Egwene, and expecting really anything more is a bit unreasonable.  And unreasonable is a good label for Egwene’s attitude toward Gawyn. Her demands of his unquestioning loyalty and obedience are far and away well beyond what any other sister expects of her Warder.  Merise is the standard most held up for exacting and demanding of her bondholders, but she lets Jahar talk back to her in the Hall of the Tower itself, and there is no indication that it lowers her standing in the eyes of the Sitters, even though the PoV character of the incident, Romanda is a highly critical person, full of judgments and derisive assessments of others in her stream of consciousness.  In fact, Merise even shames the Sitters, and they respond to Narishma’s admonition about Eben Hopwill with respect.  Regarding the Tower rescue, for which Egwene holds Gawyn more at fault than anyone, Gawyn’s dereliction is the most excusable and forgivable.  He never heard Egwene’s orders from herself, only from highly suspect sources, such as her political rivals, and people known to be untrustworthy and manipulative, especially regarding information control. He was encouraged and abetted by Siuan, in whom their mutual friends assured him Egwene believed.  

Now, those facts aside, for the most part, the OP’s character assessment is pretty much spot on.  Gawyn spends a lot of time thinking he knows better than other people what they should want or do or think.  He retains his allegiance to the Tower for frivolous reasons, long after it has become clear the Tower does not have his interests at heart, and more importantly, those of his men.  Furthermore, he guesses accurately that the Tower is trying to get him killed, which means his men with him.  His responsibility to his men is to protect them from that sort of thing, by resigning his command and leaving, if nothing else, since a lot of them have also chosen to give their loyalties to the Tower, and it might be that under a more amenable commander, the Tower would be less motivated to eliminate them.  

And you can’t really blame Elaida for wanting to be rid of Gawyn.  He’s a liability even before the embassy to Cairhien, with his picking fights (picking fights, in this context, means murdering human beings and risking the lives of men for whom he is responsible, with Tarmon Gaidon looming) with the Children of the Light, and his birth position and privilege means he can’t easily be stripped of his command.  His clandestine relationship with Egwene in Cairhien is just as nonsensical in his compromises as hers are.  If their loyalties are worthy, she should have no qualms about pressing him for information and he should be ready to turn her in to the sisters for her own good.  If their loyalties are not, and their relationship deserves to be prioritized, Egwene should be more forthcoming and less willing to betray his confidence, and he should be actively spying for her because it’s the right thing to do, or else quitting, ostensibly to return to Andor.  All things being equal, Galina and Coiren would probably be like “Fine, don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out,” and appointing a Warder to take command of the Younglings, because they are busy with more important stuff. 

And let’s talk about the Younglings, whose requirement for membership includes zero prior service.  No independent experience allowed!  Your military career must entirely have come under the indoctrination of this group of idiots who plunged into a fight where they had no skin in the game or any way to understand the stakes and were willing to kill their teachers because a charismatic nobleman said so. You can tell a lot about a person by the military unit they found.  Rand founds the Black Tower, full of bad attitude, entitlement and arrogance, but willing to stare death in the eye to save the world.  Mat founds the Band of the Red Hand, which places merit over class or nationality, values organization and distribution of forces over aristocratic loyalties, and prioritizes mobility, logistics, coordination, intelligence and firepower over glory and adrenaline. Elayne and Birgitte found the Bodyguard of the Queen of Andor, which, despite a lack of institutional experience or knowledge, is willing to learn, uncowed by authority figures from the performance of their duty, willing to charge across a suicidal battlefield and willing to let people underestimate themselves while posturing as if purely decorative.  And Gawyn has the Younglings, whose genesis was in fighting one the myriad petty battle between humanity in the face of the threat of the Shadow, who commit to the death to partisan factionalism with no comprehension of the conflict or its issues, and adhere to an organization that wants them dead, while rejecting anyone who might know better than they. 

I think the lesson of Gawyn is how keeping secrets and using people can have disastrous effects because of people like Gawyn and their whacked out perceptions and sense of their own importance (Gawyn, btw, like all of Galad’s half-siblings, and unlike what Brandon Sanderson thinks, is not an arrogant entitled glory-hound who thinks he is supposed to be the hero, rather he thinks of his life as belonging to something more important, and not to live for himself. Like his fellow brother-of-Galad, he doesn’t understand the truth of his duties and denies his own agency by blindly adhering to what he thinks must be). The tragedy of Gawyn is that he has been conditioned to be a weapon for a woman to use, and is constantly mishandled by different women in their own short-sighted habits of command.  The best thing for him might have been if Rand, rather than lashing out at Gedwyn, had taken him prisoner and shipped him off to Caemlyn to hold the city until Elayne got back.  Elayne, the poster girl for “tell your people the truth; they deserve it and it gets better results anyway”, would no doubt have handled him much better than Siuan, Egwene or Elaida, and helped him keep his focus.  Given her desperation to create family by match-making important people in her life with her relatives, there’s no way she’d have stood in the way of his thing with Egwene, either.  But of course, with any WoT character, the really best thing for them would be to take responsibility for themselves and their own agency, rather than letting some projection of their wishes guide their choices. 

see I don’t even hate gawyn that much (he mostly annoys me) but I picked him anyway on that annoying men poll because um. gawyn did very much take part in a coup. he killed his own teachers when they sided against him. he can’t dedicate himself to any cause for more than 2 seconds. the fact that he can’t even commit is what really annoys me ok. he didn’t try to get more information first before proceeding to act impulsively. he did inardvetently cause 90% of the problems in the series, unlike galad who left a net positive impact although the whitecloak part was rancid and misguided. siuan was literally primed to form an alliance with rand. all of that was very much a thing. and he stuck with elaida just because he didn’t want to admit he was wrong. he constantly refuses to take advice and legit info from his own allies all the time and prefers to pick his emotions even when they’re completely baseless. remember when he took a peddler’s word over egwene’s? he also did promise egwene that he wouldn’t hurt rand, and I’m not even mad at him for not helping rand when he got kidnapped (although he certainly could have found a way to help him because goddamn no enemy deserves to be treated like an animal), but I’m mad that he violated her trust. gawyn when you tell him 1 +1 = 2 -> “in my heart it’s 3 and I’ll kill people over it 💖” he’s the modern equivalent of like a conspiracy theorist. or at least very easily fooled by them.

[sunpopz]

'til death do us part

pairing: jaehyun x afab!reader word count: 4.8k contains: phone sex, stoner!jaehyun, toxic relationship, like he's genuinely manipulative im srs this is kinda dark (lots of possessiveness + obsessive behavior), smut, mutual masturbation, pillow humping, some fluff, angst, unreliable narrator, short descriptions of exhibitionism, nonsexual dominance summary: your full-blown attachment to jaehyun makes itself known when he has to leave for a week, and you pretty much lose your mind. you call it love, but maybe that's only because you don't have another word for it. a/n: this took me forever to finish and it's only 4.8k words *~* pls leave me feedback or let me know if i should add/remove any warnings!

everything happened so fast.

it all started at a get-together your friend jennie hosted one weekend; introducing you to people she was closer with to make you feel more comfortable in a foreign city. you weren’t expecting the large crowd at her beach house, though it made sense that someone with a modeling career had so many connections. having met her through the most random interaction (you stupidly left your purse in a grocery basket and she chased you down in the parking lot, then you talked for like twenty minutes about the city because you asked for directions to the best furniture store), you had no idea that she was such a big deal with so much importance tied to her name. the two of you had exchanged numbers and she helped you unpack one day, inviting you to her “chill version of a party” (her words) as she handed you boxes.

the house itself was beautifully decorated and spacious. with the beach only a couple hundred meters away, the ocean air drafted in through open doors and windows, giving the atmosphere a sense of playfulness. it had honestly been a great time, you having stayed from start to finish thanks to everyone’s welcoming energy. people put in the effort to remember your name and include you in conversations, told you stories, offered you drinks, even invited you to other events.

after all the food, drinks, and board games were packed up and almost everyone left, it was just you, jennie, and a few other people scattered in the master bedroom upstairs. the air from the window was a bit breezy by then and jennie lied on her back with her head hanging off the end of one of the two beds, drunk. she was talking upside down, slurred, to a trio of girls sitting on the floor, who you’d learned weren’t from here either; old friends who’d stopped at her house to spend the night while traveling.

on the other bed were you and a guy you’d learned was named jaehyun, someone you met early on in the party but didn’t interact with directly up until now. he was sitting against the headboard, comfy with his hoodie over his head and his hands in his pockets. you sat facing him with crossed legs next to his outstretched ones, playing with your fingers.

both of you were high, bong forgotten about on the bedside table as you talked endlessly about nothing important. after stealing glances at each other all day, sitting in a bed with him in the now quiet (save for the low music still coming from the bluetooth speaker) house reminded you of your late teen years where you’d hang out with a boy you like without your parents knowledge.

“mm.. i think i’ll just let you guess,” jaehyun said, amusement clear in his voice. “whenever i tell a girl my sign she gets all weird about it.”

“so you’re a scorpio.” you deadpanned. the two of you had been jumping from random topic to random topic and eventually landed on the inevitable zodiac sign conversation, jaehyun playfully rolling his eyes the second you asked his.

he shook his head slowly. “nah.”

“uhm. pisces?”

“nope.”

you gave him a slow once over, racking your brain for all the star sign related things you’d read online. they say aries’ have strong eyebrows right? his weren’t very strong.. not that you knew what that even meant. he had dimples. do dimples mean anything? you thought anyone could have dimples. you were studying the shape of his lips for a little too long when the corner of his mouth lifted up.

“you give up?”

you were honestly ready to move on to something else, your fuzzy brain refusing to think deeply about anything of depth right now. all you’d really been paying attention to the past hour was how attractive jaehyun was, his face stopping your train of thought like this multiple times already. you just shrugged and nodded.

he took a long look at your facial features before saying anything. “aquarius.”

your eyebrows raised. “that makes a lot of sense, actually.”

“oh, here we go,” his eyeroll was playful, but it still made you feel like you had to be defensive. not because you were being truthful, but because this conversation felt structured from the start. just words and sentences to fill time until the tension got the best of you.

“i’m serious! that would’ve been my next guess,” your hands raised a bit along with the pitch of your voice to convince him. he just laughed and shook his head.

you couldn’t remember what it was like to get to know someone you had a crush on. your past relationships all went by in a blur; one damaged person meeting another damaged person and fighting more for the idea of love than love itself, ultimately causing more problems than solutions. you pushed it all away.

a moment of comfortable silence passed where you two just existed in each other’s very welcome presence, jaehyun letting his head fall back on the headboard lightly with his eyes closed. you stared at the column of his neck, then started to notice the ache in your knees from sitting cross legged for so long. you decided to stretch your legs out parallel to him, hands planted behind you to hold yourself up. you were both admittedly pretty tired from the day’s events, the weed not really helping with that.

jaehyun opened his eyes and peered down to where your legs lied next to his, then trailed his eyes slowly up your body, stopping at your face. you quirked an eyebrow.

he stared for a moment before speaking. “you don’t wanna come up here?”

your heart skipped. ‘up here’ like up next to him? you’d caught on quickly that jaehyun was a man of few words, nearly soft-spoken, but he knew how to make the words count. nuance and intent was always transparent in what he was saying, and in this case the look on his face and tone of his voice was just flirtatious.

you titled your head. “is that normally how you ask for things you want, jaehyun?”

he smiled, quick, big and sheepish, obviously not expecting that response. the energy the two of you shared had gone from curious to flirty throughout the entire time you’d sat here talking, but this was the first time he vocally made it known he wanted to be closer to you. the break in tension was coming closer.

“alright, then. can you please come sit next to me?” he asked with a mock pout. you rolled your eyes.

“only because you asked so nicely.”

when you settled yourself beside him, he let his arm wrap around your shoulder and suddenly you felt surrounded by him. his warmth, his smell.. that bubbling feeling in your gut intensified and you were reminded how much you missed this kind of intimacy.

out of impulse (that you wouldn’t have acted on if it weren’t for your current state of mind), you snuggled up to his side as close as possible, letting yourself melt into him. jaehyun watched you shift onto your side and place your hand on his chest with a knowing smile on his face, finding your need to be closer adorable. you really wanted to let your leg rest on top of his, but you felt it was too intimate and didn’t want to scare him away.

of course, though, he noticed the way your knee subtly rubbed against the side of his leg and took it upon himself to grab your thigh and move it over his own. now with his body almost between yours, you felt your face go hot and tried to hide a smile with a bite of your lip. jaehyun chuckled.

“aw, don’t get all shy on me now,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes again, pretending the rumble of his voice from this close didn’t affect you. something about jaehyun was entrancing; the conversation you guys just had being nothing but the typical stupid flirty small talk, zero substance, yet it was enough to leave you breathless in his presence.

you started running your finger along his chest where your hand lied, just to do something, then felt the very subtle dips of his abs through the fabric of his hoodie. you weren’t sure if your mind was playing tricks on you, so you ended up rubbing your whole palm on him with more pressure to confirm. “woah, you’re ripped.”

he laughed at your observation, airily. you felt the vibration on your hand and your heartbeat quickened. the air was suddenly hot and the tension between you two was thick, your mind now forced to stay focused on the hot man next to you. your finger continued to trail along his abdomen while his hand rubbed your thigh.

“that feels nice,” jaehyun praised. it was hushed, like he only wanted you to hear, and you felt yourself go from wet to soaking.

feeling ecouraged, you slowly let your finger run a little lower to his stomach. at this point, you were just being indulgent with the permission he gave you to feel him up and be in his space, mind ran by nothing but lust. never had you ever done something like this with someone the day you met them, but jaehyun was just irresistible.

he tensed under you as your finger traveled lower on his stomach. you stopped and looked up at him with glazed eyes, feeling brave. he looked zoned out when you spoke. “i hear aquarius’ are good in bed.”

he bit his lip, wetting it and letting it go. “really?”

“no. i actually don’t know shit about astrology.”

he kissed you then, deep and hard, his hand gripping your thigh. you took a second to reciprocate due to the shock of it all, but once you did it wasn’t like any kiss you’d experienced before.

your ex’s and flings kissed you like they had to, like they were finishing a routine, or like they were thinking too hard about it. jaehyun kissed you like he needed to, like he had something to prove, equally giving and taking. as much as you hated to admit it at the time, you knew the moment he kissed you that this- he was something you needed in your life regularly.

your hands reached for his hair and pulled him closer, deeper, and he moved himself to hover over you. his hand found your boob over your shirt, rushed like he’d been thinking about grabbing it already. your head was spinning at the feeling of his soft yet firm body above yours, the heat between the two of you rising rapidly and desperately. he involved his tongue and you moaned, softly, at the smooth slide of it against your own.

“okayy! time for you two to get a room,” jennie interrupted from the other bed, clapping once with her outburst and startling you both away from each other’s faces. “there’s plenty of them, choose any. it was cute at first but it’s getting gross now.”

that night he’d fucked you good and deep in the guest room downstairs, hand over your mouth to keep from disturbing the other people in the house. he kept telling you how hot you were as if it were a secret he needed to get off his chest, then made you cum twice before he came himself (though it was only seconds after you; the mix of the sporadic clenching around him and your whining was too overwhelming). and then he ate you after. you felt like you were in heaven.

the two of you had become inseparable after that. it started out as the average friends with benefits relationship until it became unbearable to pretend not to have feelings for each other. eventually you announced you were dating, to which your friends were already aware of.

most of your time was spent together, one of you tagging along whenever the other went out, sometimes even for things like trips to the bank or grocery shopping. your lives revolved around each other. your friends thought it was almost fake; the same question of “can jaehyun come?” or “you mind if i bring y/n?” whenever either of you were invited somewhere seemed like a cinematic level of infatuation.

it was also cute, though, how you just clicked. if someone told you your soulmate was gonna be a stoner you met through a party at your supermodel friend’s beach house, who also argued with you about whether or not mermaids were real, you would’ve laughed in their face. but the speed of which you fell for each other took you by surprise. jaehyun could say the same, having never felt that insistent curiosity and endearment towards someone he just hooked up with before, let alone for that long.

your favorite thing about the relationship, though, was the sex. it was always passionate and eventful, the two of you getting off on each other’s pleasure. the average person would expect such a thing from such a good-looking couple, and maybe the knowledge of that added to the confidence in bed, or maybe it was jaehyun’s nonstop praise, because you’d tried things with him that you would’ve never considered doing before you met him. he had you bent over random surfaces, using toys you’d never seen before, and sometimes roleplaying in sexy costumes from amazon. in an alternate world you’ve been a cop who handcuffed and fucked him, a cat girl who got handcuffed and fucked, an evil witch who slipped a love potion in his drink… it got pretty creative sometimes. you loved every second of it.

one of your friends asked you what falling in love felt like, her eyes staring dreamily at a framed picture of you and jaehyun in your livingroom. she said people always explained it as something slow, conscious, and irresistible. you’d argue that it feels more like randomly slamming your face into concrete.

truthfully, you felt like you were doing something wrong from the moment it started. you could admit jaehyun held the ropes from the beginning, subconsciously teaching you vague clingy and possessive behavior in the small things he’d say. his words felt calculated, short, implying that he’d be the most important thing in your life if you really loved him. but he never really said that. you just knew, because that’s what you were to him. his religion, his muse.

while at times, it felt like a pile of mud with a shiny bow on top, you were working out just fine. more good than bad, the two of you, in your own little world, disgustingly in love.

so when jaehyun had to leave the city for an event with his family, you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

it was his cousin’s wedding, so it was important, but you couldn’t stop the longing for him during the week he was gone. only a week, he kept reminding you, but after so much time with him consistently attached to your hip, it felt like a month.

jaehyun was staying at a rented mansion with the rest of his large family, so he had his own room in it’s own area. the two of you facetimed daily, once for the entire day because he had the time to, him lying in bed watching you do your daily tasks around the house while you talked your ass off about everything he was missing back home. he had a puppy with him then, his relatives dog, who he’d brought in the room specifically to see your reaction (and wasn’t disappointed - you squealed and baby talked to her the entire time).

you were satisfied when you went to bed that night, having taken a long hot shower and lit candles a while after you hung up to keep your energy light and happy. you were snuggled in your blankets with the lights off, scrolling through social media and ready to fall asleep when your phone rang.

you smiled to yourself upon seeing the ‘JAEEE <33’ on your screen, heartwarming when putting him on speaker and setting your phone on the bed.

“you miss me already?”

“you’re sexy as fuck, you know that?”

you froze, not at all expecting his voice to have an edge to it, let alone the words he spoke. the compliment sunk in as it dawned on you that he was horny, his voice only ever sounding like that when he wanted you. you shifted your whole body to face your phone and snuggled into yourself closer, fully engaging in what he had to say. “well, i do now.”

he laughed that kind of laugh he does when he’s also shaking his head, almost condescending, but not serious. your heart ached; you missed seeing it in person. “you already knew. i tell you all the time.”

“then why ask a question you already know the answer to?,” your head tilted, as if he could see you, feeling playful. challenging. “you gonna ask me if i love you next?”

“do you?”

“you just wanna hear me say it.”

he scoffed. you heard movement on the other side, fabric against fabric, and assumed he was moving around in his bed. you couldn’t really understand why he called you again at this time, your calls usually happening during the day, but it didn’t bother you. you stopped thinking about it the moment he started talking, actually.

“you wanna know what i’m thinking about?,” he asked after the movement stopped, and you hummed a yes. “when we first met, you said something to me. do you remember what it was?”

“can you stop asking questions and just tell me what you’re gonna say?”

he sighed in faux disappointment. moments like this were one of the reasons you fell for jaehyun, him adding flavor to your relationship through surprises and spontaneity, placing pretty bandaids over wounds. he wanted you to play along with whatever game this was, as usual, but you were more curious about where he was going with it.

a moment passed before he continued. “you said something like, ‘is that how you ask for things jaehyun?’. it was hot. just couldn’t get over how good it sounds when you say my name.”

oh, okay. so he was really horny. you grew hot at the words he was saying, rubbing your legs together subconsciously, fidgeting. you wanted to say something snarky back, maybe make a comment about the way he mocked your voice, but he knew how to render you speechless too well. all you could do was let out a whiney “jae…”

“fuck, yeah. like that.”

it occurred to you that he was definitely jerking off.

you heard a very faint flapping noise come through, it speeding up with his words, and felt embarrassed that you didn’t notice sooner. the timing, his voice, how he asked questions instead of telling you things straight forward. it was as if he couldn’t think straight and needed help filling in his sentences.

some silence passed. you reached your hand down your pajama shorts and rubbed at your clit through your underwear, staring at the screen. this wasn’t how you expected this call to go at all.. but why wouldn’t it have? it was late and 5 days into the dreadfully long week. if he hadn’t called you with his hand on his dick, you probably would’ve initiated it yourself.

“keep talking.”

jaehyun huffed a laugh. “you should’ve seen my cousin’s faces when i showed them pictures of you. they were in shock. that’s how sexy you are.”

you moaned softly at his words. something you learned about jaehyun was how much he talks during sex, contrasting with how he usually keeps his thoughts to himself. it’s like a dam breaks loose once the pleasure hits and it’s one of your favorite things, listening to him tell you everything he adores about you, usually with his hand around your throat or your eyes glistening up at him while you take him in your mouth. this was new territory, though, phone sex not even being a thought before this night.

“you’re even hotter, though,” you breathed. you felt compelled to spin the narrative of the conversation on it’s head and compliment him instead, still not used to the unconditional affirmations jaehyun threw at you, even with it being something he does 80% of the time. “just being in the corner store with you sometimes.. people stare. and they don’t even know what’s underneath your clothes. they’d have a heart attack.”

“they’re staring at you, too, you know,” and just like that. it’s back to you. “you just can’t tell.”

you should’ve known your attempt to steer away would’ve been useless.

you ignored the statement, continuing what you were saying before. “i think the best part about it is knowing they’ll never have you. every person in the room has to watch us walk in and out together, wishing they were in our shoes, wishing they knew what it was like to be with us. for like, at least five minutes we occupy people’s minds. just as fantasies.”

“fuck, agreed. you said it perfectly.”

maybe people would think the two of you were conceited if they heard how you talked to each other, but no one else was in the relationship. they didn’t matter. they never did; not when you not-so-secretly foot-fucked him under tables at dinners or when you detached yourselves from events altogether, staying with the crowd until you got tired of it and wanted to separate.

it couldn’t have been healthy, you admitted to yourself. it honestly wasn’t even a matter of admitting anything to yourself; you knew it wasn’t healthy. jaehyun and his love was truly like a drug, in the best and worst ways. none of the judgmental stares or the whispered complaints around you mattered because all you needed was him, even if being with him as often as you were meant neglecting other responsibilities in your life here and there.

but it wasn’t like you were stupid. just in love with both him and love itself, something you hadn’t experienced in full until you met him. you hoped this period of your lives only boiled down into something less intense rather than turning sour, but even that wasn’t a thought you let sit for long. you knew it wasn’t likely.

you had already slid your hand under the waistband of your underwear and began to finger yourself when jaehyun spoke again.

“shit, i can hear how wet your pussy is.”

your mouth fell open a bit when you moaned this time. “only for you.”

“i know, baby,” he cooed, reassuring. “only for me.”

short gasps turned into whines, reciprocated through grunts in your phone’s glitchy speaker. you lied on your stomach, grabbed a pillow, and placed it between your legs. you moaned high when you humped down on it, slow and hard. “i really wish you were here..”

jaehyun moaned at your words. “can’t take care of yourself when i’m not around? are you that far gone?”

and there it was. amongst the long list of things he’d say to you in bed to get you going, telling you you’re useless without him was at the very top. you were that far gone, actually. you couldn’t remember how to navigate life without him next to you, and it had been driving you more nuts than his absense itself. since when were you a codependent person? you didn’t really know who you were anymore after being with jaehyun, but again it didn’t matter. he made you happy.

“you know i am,” you whispered.

he laughed.

after a few minutes of whimpering while humping your pillow and listening to jaehyun curse, nothing was enough, so he asked you to turn your camera on. you reached to your phone and facetimed him with shaky fingers, propping it in front of your face.

the look on his face when he loaded in was straight up lustful, and you watched him groan in reaction to your expression. you realized then how erotic you looked, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape, eyes big and pleading with your cheek pressed into the sheets. almost just how he liked you, your usual dumb brain and whiney wet mouth coming a lot sooner when he was actually with you.

“love seeing you like this,” his handsome face distanced from the screen as he angled his phone lower to show you how he was touching himself, hard dick pulled out from his sweats and a hand wrapped around it loosely, tugging repeatedly. “look what you’re doing to me. let me see the rest of you, baby.”

your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name. you slipped your shorts off in the process of shifting your phone to display most of your body and jaehyun cursed under his breath, his voice farther away now.

you were able to think clearer this way, feeling less scrutinized without your focus being directly on each other’s faces. you felt good right now. really good, actually, pleasure making it’s way through you and settling in the marrow of your bones, but feeling good didn’t last forever. it never did, especially when jaehyun wasn’t there next to you for days. especially when at the end of the day you were only you, and jaehyun was only jaehyun, and separation was possible. you couldn’t bear the thought that you were living proof of that in this moment, alone in your room, humping your pillow as your boyfriend watched you through a screen. not really there.

“grind on it like you grind on me.”

you faltered a bit, then rolled your hips languidly against the fabric. you moaned at the same time he did and forced a laugh to acknowledge that, but it was cut off by another moan.

jaehyun was fucking into his hand roughly now, gripping it tight and thrusting quick and hard. his grip on the phone was shaky. he grunted. “i’m so fucking close.”

“me too,” you whined, gripping the pillow beneath you tightly as you worked yourself on it faster and harder. “wan’ you to cum inside me so bad.”

the desperate longing look on your face, the bounce of your ass as you dry fucked your pillow, the whimpered words leaving your mouth; it was all enough to push jaehyun past the edge. you watched his cum spirt out in three thick waves, silent, eyes shutting tightly as you slowly reached your own orgasm.

then the good feeling part was over. there was no physical aftercare he could offer you, no cuddling until you fell asleep and waking up to caramel coffee the way he made it. you were alone in your bed, bottom half almost completely exposed, head fuzzy. alone in your house, alone for the next few days.

yes he was coming back, but you’d be alone again eventually. his trip away felt like an awakening of sorts, you having stared at pictures of the two of you around the house wondering why you felt scared. it dawned on you that nothing as intense as love or grief was an experience that’s shared so strongly. you were going to die alone, one spirit and one body, no jaehyun ascending with you. you were one person, and you couldn’t even stomach the idea of it.

when had you become this way? you were stable when you moved here, determined to finish the long, hefty job of settling in by yourself. you got some help, but none of it was asked for. you were even fine when you met him, two individuals with an interest in each other. yet here the two of you were, an individual and their puppet.

a tear rolled down your face as you stared blankly at your boyfriend’s fucked out expression.

he pouted at you. “don’t cry, pretty.”

another tear fell and you wiped it away immediately, forcing yourself to keep it together. you felt weak, terribly so, but it was only temporary.

“promise me you’ll never leave me, jae,” you spoke, voice small. “please. this is unbearable.”

there was something dark in his eyes, as usual when you admitted how much you needed him in your life. it was a sign of success in your dynamic; something good usually happening after he got that look on his face, whether it be an expensive gift, a nice gesture, or just more encouraging words. it meant good news. you felt terrible now, but something good was going to happen. you were going to feel good again. you smiled and he smiled back, nodding his head playfully.

“‘til death do us part.”

[yanderes-galore]

can i request yandere luigi to go with ur yandere mario concept?

Yeah, awhile ago I had a draft for it then I didn't feel like doing Nintendo- Let me give my favorite Mario bro what he deserves.

Yandere! Luigi Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Worship Yandere, Manipulation, Deception, Self esteem issues, Fear of abandonment, Forced relationship, Sabotage, Protective behavior, Delusional behavior, Stalking implied.

- Most of the time Luigi is very timid, emotional, and cares what people think of him.

- He's used to always being number two, staying in Mario's shadow most of the time.

- Mario gets all the attention.

- While Luigi has been getting more popularity recently, he is still pretty overlooked.

- A fear of his is that, because he's the least popular brother, he may never earn your affections.

- Which causes Luigi to be anxious and self conscious.

- Luigi would also be somewhat of a worship Yandere, treating you like the best thing since sliced bread.

- He goes on and on about you to his brother, which Mario may either be happy for him or annoyed.

- He'd also be sort of clingy towards you once he finds he loves you.

- Luigi would be Obsessive, Manipulative, Overprotective, Self conscious, Worshipping, Deceptive, and Childish.

- Luigi seems like the type to fixate heavily on a crush of his when he meets you.

- He's full on head-over-heels towards you, swooning and daydreaming childishly.

- It's cute for awhile, but it can get creepy or annoying if he makes it a big deal.

- Would definitely be the one most likely to practice love letters out of both the brothers.

- He pours his heart into them in hopes he can someday have the courage to give them to you.

- He has to be careful Polterpup doesn't find out about them, that pup may expose him.

- His letters are a way he vents his obsession, another way is writing in a diary all about you.

- It helps him not reveal his feelings too early.

- He'd die if you found out too soon.

- Luigi's manipulative like his brother, yet he doesn't do it as much.

- He's mostly the type to guilt trip you rather than plan elaborately.

- Totally the type to do puppy-eyes at you to spend time with him.

- How could you say no to him?

- Luigi would also attempt to be overprotective.

- He's a coward but he can be brave when he feels he has to protect those he loves.

- He may also like you because you give him bravery at times.

- He feels if he's to be perfect for you he needs to prove he can protect you.

- So while he may have trouble hitting overprotective at points, he's certainly at least protective.

- Luigi's incredibly self conscious due to always being overlooked.

- He may rely on you to help him feel like he's wanted.

- Which makes him a worship Yandere, as he feels you can't leave him if he piles on the affection.

- He's unaware of the fact he may come off as suffocating.

- He's too focused in hugs, praises, and soft kisses to notice.

- You may as well put him down as delusional, too.

- He doesn't see his own red flags and why you may not like him as much as he does you.

- It's like he blocks out anything that would go against his fantasy.

- He thinks the relationship between you is all sunshine and rainbows!

- When in reality, it's much darker than that.

- Polterpup probably feeds into your compliance with Luigi's affection.

- The ghost is incredibly loyal to his owner.

- If you resist Luigi's attempt at hugging you for example, you're given a growl or bark.

- Luigi just wants to make you happy!

- Why resist him?

- It's said on the wiki that Luigi lied in some of the games, mostly the RPGs, so Luigi may be more deceptive than you think.

- He seems like the person to play the victim card as he cries easily.

- May even explain the situation to Mario for help, leaving things out to set you up as the bad guy.

- Luigi is also very childish in his obsession.

- He treats it like a crush a young child would have for the most part, rather naive to it all.

- He also cries and gets jealous easily.

- Which makes you have to console him with the affection he desires....

- Luigi would be a domestic Yandere, too.

- He'd want to be part of a family with you.

- He thinks the whole fantasy of living with you is dreamy.

- Luigi doesn't seem like the type for fatal violence, but he'd sabotage.

- He'd make people around you look bad or get hurt to keep your heart for himself.

- He also doesn't seem like the type to kidnap.

- He prefers to just hover around you for attention.

- Overall, Luigi is timid and obsessive over you.

- That doesn't mean his obsession is innocent, however.

[btstarotpredictions101]

Jungkook future spouse reading

All about her

• sensitive, easily triggered, cry alone either in the bathroom or her room

• very mature because suffer from lots of things in the past , old souls, she quite young, idk i feel this girl is pretty young

• anger issues

• Rbf type of face, face can manipulate people

• an introvert but also extrovert

• cold as fuck, but sometimes soft ( she only soft when she’s around her friends, family and JK )

• very balance mature and immature energy ( sometimes she give JK wife vibes - mature, sometimes she give him baby/girlfriend vibes - immature ) and yes my guy love it so much

• loves animals, flowers ( im seeing very clear that she’s like the mystery princess playing with butterflies alone in a big garden, wearing a white dress and bare feet )

• loves sweets and foods

• loves jewelry/accessories and clothes

• strong outside, weak but a lil strong inside

• hard worker

• mental health, depression, insomnia, anxiety, social anxiety, childhood trauma

• career : idol, model, actress, someone who is famous ( well right now she’s not a celebrity because she still learning things and still trying to reach her goals )

• friends and family are always around her but she feel empty and lonely like every fucking days

• could be a healer, someone knows or into spiritual stuff

• astrology : water - air - earth ( sun moon rising ), earth taurus or fire leo also really strong

• come from a strict family, well no, i lied. Its not that strict but still, she have very good manners and that makes Jk likes about her

• you could call “popular girl” or “cool girl” because lemme tell you this woman attract lots of men, she have choices, people are chasing her because of her unique beauty

• she really likes tattoos and piercings, she could have some in the future but not right now

• age gap : idk why but i feel like she is way younger than JK, like over 5 years age gap, but not over 10 💀

• asian, but not korean, she live in a hot country

• sometimes seductive-chessy-fruity, but most of the time she innocent

• she give me mysterious vibes, not that talkative but will talk a lot when she with her friends and JK

• different cultures

Appearance

• dark eyes ( sad - sorrow - soulful type of eyes )

• dark circle under eyes

• round face ? or could be small face with chubby cheek

• full lips ( big bottom lips )

• moles ( face, hands, legs,.. )

• scar ( face )

• height : 168cm ~ 170cm

• weight : 40kg ~ 48kg

• body type : hourglass ⌛️, skinny

• small wrist

• abs - either 1:1 or 6 packs

• tan yellow white ish skin tone

• i feel like her face kinda like soojin ? could be the cheek or the nose

• long/short/medium hair length

Their current energy

Their past life karma are affecting them in this life path right now. They might experience heart ache, crying at night, crying for no reason, feeling empty, lonely, lost,heavy breathing, thinking.

What JungKook likes about her :

• Her creative mind, and always think wisely in a situation

• he like the way she always give him butterflies even tho she didn’t do anything lmao

• Jungkook might feel insecure when he and her are in a talking stage because this woman is so damn attractive so people are chasing after her. Jungkook like the way she calm him down and help him think positive

• he like the vibes and energy, when he talk with her it’s feels like home, he feel very comfortable and relax

• the way she expresses her love to him, she often say “i love youuuu” not “i love you” and she might hug him a lot or let him hold her small hands. DANG IT HOW CUTE

• he like her scents and her hair

• he like her calm vibes and her tone voice when she talks with him

• he like her beauty

• he like the way she controls everything in her life and make it balance as possible

[sailorhyunjinz]

Do you write yandere? If so, can I request skz yandere headcanons on how they would react when S/O rejects them because she doesn't wanna deal with whole drama that would come with dating an idol?

i mean kinda?? i have a seungmin yandere fic in my drafts sooo BUT YEAH

oh also, requests are not open but im just gonna do this one cause headcanons are kinda fun BUT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED <33

also why is the felix one so short-

Warnings; yandere!skz, rejection, k-dnapping, slight gaslightning or like manipulation, restraints, threats, aggression, mentions of masturbation, stockholm syndrome

Chan

nobody rejects him. nobody.

you two were friends from school and you were sooo happy when chan made it as an idol, finally persuing the dream he had been yapping on about for years. 

but in the midst of that he realized that he had feelings for you, he missed you all the time, just wanting to hang out with you and maybe explore the things he had on his mind. so,, he decided to confess when you guys were at a cafe.

“look y/n,,, there’s something I wanna tell you” he started to which you tilted your head

“nooo,,, are you guys going on a tour again,,, i wil miss you sooo much channie” you said with a pout but the boy shook his head.

“i like you y/n” 

your mouth stood agape, this was not what you expected and truthfully,,, not what you wanted. 

“chan,,, y-you know thats not possible” you said with a frown, looking at him straight ahead.

“of course it is,,, why wouldn’t it be? w-what are you trying to say y/n?!” his voice started growing louder, you looking around in order to see that people werent turning their heads towards your table. 

Minho

you have made a big big mistake my friend- 

wont even hesitate to keep you hostage in his basement LIKE IM NOT JOKING-

might just tie you up and like,,, not even do anything to you, just talk to you and admire you, maybe tracing your facial features and cuddle closer on the cold floor

just wants to keep you as a pet or smth and you are scared out of your mind cause you cant move cause of the restraints, you cant speak because you have silvertape across your lips that he only removes to feed you but if you start screaming you wont get any so you deicde to just stay calm and quiet before someone saves you and play along. 

i mean you do,,, kinda fall for him but you know you cant,, but you cant help but to fall for him and miss him whenever he’s out on schedule things

he always returns to you and you get so happy when you see the little crevice of light from outside when he opened the basement door

whenever he lies next to you, you put your head against his shoulder and take in his scent the best you can

he told you everyday that he would let you go if you agreed to date him but you shook your head,, maybe cause you liked being his prey. 

Changbin

he’s more of the threatening type of yandere,,, like,, not that he’s violent but if you try to block his number he will create new ones and keep on sending you messages about how you have betrayed him and how he wished that you loved him back and all that,,,,

you guys often meet because you go to the same college and are students in the same department sooo,,,, avoiding him is pretty impossible 

he stares a lot at you,,, you guys have a couple of classes together and he just stares the entire time, his eyes are just filled with revenge, he somehow wants you make you his, own you but he doesnt know how yet, for now he can just look.

watch this fucking message conversation just be this;

[why did you talk to him during class?]

[you could have just asked me]

[nobody loves you like i do. no one y/n]

you are never getting rid of him basically,,

he’s gonna get to you first ;))

Hyunjin

i feel like he goes more to the stalking route than the kidnapping and drugging and whatnot- 

ok,,, you rejected him,,, but that doesnt mean you’re getting rid of him.

ohmygod what if he turns into a peeping tom- cause he obviously knows where you live. 

like yall were not even that close?? he just saw you backstage at one of the concerts and thought you looked good so he decided to go up to, you werent an idol so no problem he thought.

but he gets a bit too,, hasty with his decisions and often falls for people randomly and so when he politely greeted you and gave you his number you simply shook your head, explaining that this wouldn’t be possible since you worked in the same industry and you needed to stay clear out of any scandals in order to keep your job. 

no was not answer in Hyunjins mind. 

luckily he managed to catch your full name by flickering through some papers in an office and also saw your full adress there, knowing exactly what he was going to do on his free time. 

Jisung

if im being completely honest,,, i have no idea-

like,,, he gives me kinda pervy yandere vibes,,,

what if youre like his ex before he became an idol and now he wants to get back together with you-

oh,,, he masturbates to your pictures-

i feel like he always thinks about you, wondering what you like and wants to write songs about you but he doesnt do much-

but when he finds out that you have been hired by the same company as him to work as a like,,, economics accountant thingy he is all of a sudden vEEERY interested-

always asking the manager of when the group will have meetings with the accounting team,,, although they had nothing to do with them-

he just wanted to be in a conference room with you (and think pervy things about you in your tight office skirt and white blouse)

you went to the toilet on day and you saw him lurking around the same floor,,, WHICH ONCE AGAIN WAS NOT CONNECTED TO THE GROUP AT ALL- 

and idk,,, probably sneaks in with you and locks the door before you even react that theres someone else in the toilet- 

i feel like he’s pretty mild,,, but when he’s alone with you he is aggressive broooo

probably pins you to the wall and threatens you or smth along those lines,,,,,

(writing this is what my life has become to-)

Felix

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you turn around again, you had just thought of just leaving with a vague answer to his question but he was not having it. 

“answer.” 

his words sounded cold, his dark voice making an entrace, the exact one you’ve heard on many of the songs you listened to.

“felix,,, you have to understand,,, u-um,, if we date theres gonna be some issues” you said but he just stared at you with cocky eyebrows and a dark gaze, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

“do you think i care? would i ask you if i cared?” he said to which you shook your head automatically, what more could you do?

“you get until tomorrow to think and if i don’t get the answer i want well,,, we’ll see what i’ll do to you.”

Seungmin

he plots shit behind your back yk?

he’s more of the sneaky type of yanderes (oop spoiler to a fic heh)

like he makes this like fucking year long plan where the objective of the mission is to make you obssessed with him-

he starts kinda subtely,,, first its going to the same gym as you and like,,, knowing where you placed your stuff

and then he starts putting small notes like under your waterbottle when you went to grab something that say like “i think youre cute, call me” and then his number

you obviously dont react,,, because why the fuck would you contact a stranger at the gym 

BUT THEN you realize that its him, its mf kim seungmin. yo,,,, u didnt know he went to this gym,,, that was not,,, the best-

of course you got a bit interested,,, you wanted to know how he was off camera,,, like just in his everyday life and i meeean,,, he was attractive but obviously you should stay away bc,,, he’s a celebrity but seungmin didnt want to stay away

he notes somehow started to get more aggressive,,, suddenly being like “why are you ignoring me?” and such,,,

and one night you were left alone in the gym with him,,, it was sooo quiet, only the sounds of your strained breaths as you lifted a dumbell

here where the plan came to play ;))

Jeongin

he’s obsessed with you and you are not going anywhere, even if you rejected him. 

he’s more clingy?? LIKE HE WILL NOT LEAVE YOU

ok sure,, he falls more into the stalking category too,,, 

also veeeery much a obssessed kinda yandere,,, like his mind is not thinking about how to like capture you,,, more about how to make you soooo comfortable and fool you into loving him despite the circumstances?

i just imagine that you work in a cafe and jeongin often meets you there when he buys coffee and you are already in awe when you see fucking yang jeongin enter the coffee shop on your shift but you were even more excited when he leaves his phone number on a napkin and slides it over the counter before leaving. 

you thought about it,,, contemplating multiple times but,,, you decided it would be best not to since well,,, safety purposes 

but he would visit you and every day his face got more and more perplexed cause he wondered why you didnt call

mf would not leave you alone, he would even wait outside the coffee shop until you finished your shift and walk you home,,, so now he knew where you lived- 

and then do the same thing over and over again until you talked to him.

does. not. give. up. 

[dreaminginvelaris]

A Response to a Feyre Anti

I made a post recently explaining the dread of having to watch Feyre be abused by her sisters and father, in the Tv adaption. And a Feyre anti made a response, to something that should not be criticized at all considering what I said was just the truth? Feyre was abused. Not only that but they went on and completely twisted the narrative to fit their own ideas and in the process made Feyre out to be cruel and Nesta a saint. complete bull.

I will not be tagging the anti bc they have me blocked (shocker), but also I do not want anyone to go after them, if you come across the post, I don't want it to be through me. it's as much respect I can give to them.

I usually do not respond to those who have something to say with a post of mine or are blatantly talking about me on their blog, unless they're just spreading absolute lies about me or what i "said", it's usually a waste of time to do so. but this post attacked Feyre with outrageous lies and a complete backward interpretation of what actually happened in acotar, so as respectful as I can be, I will be analyzing the anti-response and what truly happened in acotar.

"the audience will only see two sisters fighting-not abuse" "it’s not Nesta you need to worry about. It’s audiences calling Feyre a big dumbass and a bitch" -from anti

if the audience has basic human compassion and empathy for humans IRL or fictional, they will see what's obvious from the start. Feyres abuse. how is it going to look, when they see Feyre walking through the woods, shaking from the cold, starving from hunger, and struggling to find food for her family? only to later see Nesta's treatment of Feyre?"

in the anti's post, they said Feyre was just as "heinous" to Nesta.

is Feyre the one calling Nesta a pig? a smelly pig? ordering her to take her clothes off?

no, it's not, it's dear Nesta. the text goes as "I took my time, swallowing the words I wanted to bark at her" oh yes... how cruel of Feyre. how heinous of Feyre to...stay quiet... at the verbal abuse.

in the same image we see Feyre ask Nesta to do something (kindly might I add) and then inquire why she didn't chop wood like she needs to.

what does Nesta do? acts like a brat and insults Feyre...once again.

considering I'm going off by the story and not the actual screenplay, and assuming they stay true to the story; will the audience not be disgusted by Nesta's behavior? I mean they just saw Feyre struggle to find food and they expect Feyre to go home to a family happy and appreciative of Feyre but instead, they get this familial abuse.

the anti said Feyre basically tells Nesta this:

"If you keep bitching at everyone like this no one will want to be around you or you can’t marry this guy because you’re a waste of space to me"

but what do we see?

"Believe me... the day you want to marry someone worthy, I'll march up to his house and hand you over. But you're not going to marry Tomas."

the word worthy, did that not catch your eye? Feyre said Nesta will have to marry someone worthy, someone, who will treat Nesta kindly and give her the life Feyre thinks her sisters deserve. bc Feyre does think that IDK why anti feyres think Feyre despised Nesta so much, Feyre loved her sisters.

what the anti fails to realize here is that Nesta marrying Tomas would have been actually pretty great for Feyre. in the sense that, Feyre would no longer carry the burden of her sister. Feyre would not have to worry about feeding one more mouth. or worrying about Nesta's constant stealing of Feyre's money. Feyre does not think Nesta is a "waste of space" to her, if she did, it would have been easy for Feyre to discard Nesta, and allow her to marry Tomas. the anti has that twisted.

but that is not even the worst part of the scene. did you see the shameless slut-shaming that came out of Nesta's mouth? how will the audience take to that? do you think most of the younger generation will take it lightly to see a sister slut-shame a sister? a woman putting down another woman? in this social climate? where the feminism movement is alive and flourishing. will they be okay with it? will they still blame Feyre and be mad at her the way the anti says they will be? I hope not otherwise I'm losing faith in humanity.

Lovely words Nesta spews at Feyre. I admit Feyre should have told her then and there that Tomas is abusive. but let's think: Feyre is 19 years old, the youngest, has never had any raising by a parental figure, has been neglected by her whole family, where would Feyre learn to calmly talk to an overgrown brat like Nesta? Feyre telling Nesta who Tomas truly is the duty of a parent, not a sister. I will not condemn Feyre for not knowing that was the perfect time to tell Nesta who Tomas is. especially when Feyre is being tormented and verbally/emotionally abused, its kinda hard to think about something else while you're being told all these horrible words. to us its easy to see where Feyre went wrong but unless you're in the exact position Feyre was in. no one has any room to talk. and even then, every person is different in situations like these.

this part was me analyzing the interactions between Feyre and Nesta since anti had reasons to believe Feyre was just as bad to Nesta and that the audience would see that and hate Feyre. I am now going to respond to the second part of the Feyre Anti's response.

"How will an audience of non-fans react to her not reaching out to her family to tell them she was okay after the reconciliation between her and Nesta? Or not inviting them to the wedding?"- from anti

moving onto acomaf now.

Idk maybe the audience will see Feyre, a depressed, lonely, individual in an abusive relationship while being manipulated by other individuals she called friends, and understand and empathize with her. all throughout the beginning and half of acomaf, Feyre is in critical depression. she wholeheartedly believes she should not be alive. that she is not worthy. she doesn't eat, all she does is sleep, self-care is not important to her or others so why would letting a family know she's okay, a family who BARELY ever cared about her, be a priority? it doesn't seem like Nesta or elain or her father was really fazed by Feyre's lack of communication. her father left on a trip, elain got engaged and Nesta, well we didn't see a tearful welcoming to Feyre on Nesta's part did we?

anti, where is the outcry of her "family" not even really caring if Feyre was safe or not, of what happened to her? it's not like they thought she had died, otherwise, where was the mourning or funeral? no, they just didn't care.

see this is where I know when anti is just full of bullshit. why, WHY, would Feyre invite her family to wedding full of fae? the creatures elain and Nesta fear and hate? for all the talk many anti's spew about Feyre being inconsiderate to Nesta, to her family, you would think Feyre maybe just knows a fae wedding would be the last thing they would want? even then, does Feyre owe them an invitation to her wedding? does she owe them an update on her life? nope. Feyre owed them nothing.

"How about her shit-talking Nesta to a bunch of strangers then having the audacity to ask her to get involved in a war. Oh! This is after she comes into her house and insults their hospitality." - from anti

I hardly think Feyre confiding in individuals who she learned to care about and laying out all the trauma Feyre endured with her family is "shit-talking" but for argument's sake, let's say it is. I still don't see what's wrong? after years of pent-up anger and hurt, would you not let go of everything you withheld inside and explain what was done to you? how you felt? Feyre telling the IC her life story, which contains Nesta's abuse and her family's neglect, was a form of therapy for Feyre. I never read a line where Feyre calls Nesta a "cold-hearted bitch" or called elain "a lazy ditz" she just said the truth. no added embellishments. Cassian was the one who shit-talked Nesta during the dinner scene, never Feyre.

I still don't understand why antis are so against Feyre asking her sisters for help? like the war didn't involve them? they're humans, and you know what the war was about? Hybern wanting to take control of the human lands like they once did and turn them into slaves. those humans included Nesta and elain.

"They could have left the continent" correct, except elain was engaged and refused to leave Grayson. which meant Nesta refused to leave elain. but even so, isn't it the duty of humans to band together and work to overthrow a race of people who want to torture and keep them as slaves? the queens certainly weren't doing their jobs. Feyre asked to use "their" house to meet the queens bc where else would they do it? the queens trust the fae less than Nesta or elain did. but even so, Feyre asking to use their house was a courtesy, that house is rightfully Feyre's. she is the one who sacrificed herself to leave with Tamlin. she did it bravely, courageously, and they got that house thanks to her. they owed Feyre everything. and the only one who acknowledged that was Elain.

that war involved elain and Nesta whether they or Feyre or the anti's liked it or not. not even considering that Nesta and elain are Feyre Archerons sisters, yeah, their family name alone puts a target on their back.

How did Feyre or the court insult Elain's and Nesta's hospitality? You mean when Feyre realized human food differed from fae food? something she did not know about bc she's barely been turned to fae and only had eaten fae dishes? Feyre's grimace towards the human food was an involuntary reaction to someone who is still learning their new body. or was it when Cassian called out Nesta for her cold treatment towards Feyre? if that's the case then fuck decency, I would call out a fake bitch in my presence from minute one. you cant call what Nesta did "hospitality" when all she did was insult Feyre when she didn't even care that Feyre had died, or lost her love bc of abuse, or that her body was changed against her will.

hospitality: the friendly and generous reception and entertainment of guests, visitors, or strangers.

did y'all read something different bc this for sure was nothing Nesta gave to her guests?

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the rest of the anti post moves towards Rhysand and his actions UTM which I won't go into because I'm mainly just addressing the false interpretations this anti had to say about Feyre and her family.

I'm not sure how to sign off now lol, but I guess just that I hope this was enough to show how this anti's arguments were completely ludicrous and have absolutely no compassion for Feyre, and instead all the compassion for Feyre's abusers. This anti had a real spin on what the actual story was, and I hope the evidence I provided was enough to show that. Anyways yeah my brain is fried, and I'm done arguing with Feyre anti's for a while now, I need to go praise my queen Feyre so I can receive some semblance of peace.

anyways, stan Feyre for clear skin xx

[fanfic-me-up]

Capture This! || Kaminari Denki

Synopsis: You walk in on Denki, your best friend of five years, getting off. Two questions: Why is there a picture of you? And why do you want him to take more? 

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x fem!reader

Warnings: M/E+, 18+, explicit sexual content

Word Count: 6k+

A/N: This is for the @bnhabookclub​ bingo event! Thank you @shoutogepi​ and @im-here-for-the-heroes​ for beta reading. Shout out to @whats-her-quirk​ this fic was born from me poppin in during your thirst hours lol

“Lotion? Check. Tissues? Check. Pictures?” 

Denki swallows. 

“Check.”

It’s routine for Denki, really the only ritual he sticks to in his otherwise scatterbrained schedule of kickin’ ass, chilling with friends, and playing Fortnite till ungodly hours of the morning.

But he can’t help it. You’re fucking gorgeous, and Denki has needs - his brain programmed to get off at least three times a day else he can’t function. The first time it happened, he felt a deep sense of shame, twisting his gut, disgusted with himself that he defiled your image. He couldn’t look you in the eye for a week until you had enough and demanded to know what was up. It was the first time he lied to you. 

But one time became two, and three, and suddenly Denki needed an image of you all the time. The one of you looking all pretty in that stupid summer dress was his favorite. You bought it that one time you dragged him to the mall because you needed a “guy’s opinion.” He rushed to the bathroom because if he didn’t get out fast, he was gonna drag you back into the changing room and rip that dress off himself.

You’re adorable, hot, sexy, and absolutely terrifying, wrapped up in one perfect package.

Oh, and did he forget to mention?

Totally off-limits.

This is why Denki has to resort to hanging out with you, listening to you vent about your boy problems, and how you just want to meet “the one” already. Denki’s heart breaks a little more every time you shove him deeper into the friend zone, all the while pretending like he didn’t just jerk it to you a couple hours before.

He works his hand up and down his shaft, growing harder by the second with each stroke. It doesn’t take much to get him going, not when it’s you. You’re wearing his hoodie, toes buried in the sand, roasting a marshmallow in front of a bonfire. You’re smiling at something Kirishima said, Denki doesn’t remember what, because all he could see was the light in your eyes. A genuine spark lit only when the cameras were off, and you were unaware of anyone watching. Denki loved witnessing these rare moments; wanted to commit it to memory, so he did. When you posted the picture on Instagram, Denki was more than surprised; you had scrunched your nose when he showed you the picture, displeased with how you looked.

This should not be happening. Any normal person would feel ashamed when staring at a picture of their best friend and touching themselves. No one knew about it, and Denki was surprised he was able to keep it a secret for this long considering he’s friends with fucking Mina of all people.

Enough pre-cum bubbles at the tip that he doesn’t even need the lotion. Staring at you on the screen, wearing his hoodie that’s way too big it covers your thighs completely, makes his mind wander to all sorts of ways he wishes he could get you out of that hoodie. He leans back into the chair, spreading his legs with his eyes half-lidded, imagining what your lips might look like wrapped around his cock. 

“Fuck yeah...”

Groaning at the image of you on your knees, lips bruised and slicked with spit from fucking your pretty little mouth has Denki tightening his fist, hips fucking into his hand in a continuous rhythm. 

He’s on the verge of coming when the door swings open - the first and last person Denki wants to walk in is standing there in front of him.

“Hey, I called, but you didn’t - ah!” You squeak, throwing the box you’re holding. A sea of random knick-knacks and hero merch rains over you. You hear a thump when the yellow polaroid camera you bought for Denki at a thrift shop hits the floor. 

“Fuck!” Denki jumps from his chair, an array of pens fall in a heap to the floor. 

You whip your head away, heat spikes your body, embarrassed that you saw your best friend in such a compromising position. 

Denki mutters a repeated “shit shit shit” to himself for a good minute before he finally addresses you; his voice rising with each word.

“How did you get in here!?”

“Spare key, dumbass!” 

“That’s for emergencies only!”

“Are you talking to me with your dick out!?”

Silence.

“No?”

You huff at the uncertainty in his tone. It’s only two o’clock, and you can already feel a migraine coming on.

“Denki, if I turn around and you’re not covered, so help me god I will-”

“Okay, okay, I got it. Pants are zipped.” 

You don’t move until you hear the confirming “zip” before slowly opening your eyes (you have no idea why your eyes were closed in the first place), and you turn around to find Denki leaning against the desk. He’s trying his best to appear casual, but the flush on his face and frazzled hair give away what he was doing moments before you walked in. You don’t know where it comes from, but the thought alone stirs something inside you.

The confusing emotion is replaced by hot-blooded anger when you lock eyes on the screen behind him.

“Is that my face!?” 

Denki’s smile drops as he turns around. Dammit. Of course, he forgot to close the tab.

“Uhhh…”

He has no words, none, not when you’re standing there with that intense look in your eyes you get when you’re about to rip someone a new one. Your anger could rival Bakugou’s, and Denki has unfortunately been in the middle of one too many screaming matches. He’s surprised his eardrums aren’t blown out by now.

He clicks to exit out, or at least he thinks he does until he comes to the dumb realization that he’s clicking the zoom button instead. 

“Ho-hold on, let me just…” 

With each click, it zooms a little more into your face until only your nose is in the frame. Denki sheepishly looks up at you.

“Oops?”

Denki’s had a good life. He’s already come farther than most ever dream in their career when becoming a pro-hero, and he’s made some amazing friends most spend years trying to find. The only regret of his is not confessing his true feelings to you, but really what’s one regret? He’s totally a-okay with saying goodbye to this cruel, cruel world if it meant not being subjected to this torture any longer. 

“Denki Kaminari.”

Denki gulps. Oh no. You only say his full name when you mean business. 

“Explain right this instant or I will walk out this door and tell the whole world how you and grape boy took body shots off cardboard cutouts of each other!”

“Hey! We were really fuckin’ drunk and thought it might score us some pity sex with the ladies!” 

“In what world would you licking fuckin’ Mineta equal oh yeah, fuck me, Denki?”

Denki cowers with each step you take, gulping down the lump in his throat when your face is close enough to hold in his hands. He’s never been more simultaneously turned on and terrified in his life. Especially when he just heard the words “fuck me, Denki” escape your lips.

Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Whatever you do. Don’t. Look. Down.

The last thing he wants is you flinging him out the window because he couldn’t keep his eyes on your face. Don’t get him wrong; he could look at your face forever, even when you look like your one move away from killing him. But… he’s a dude, and there’s boobs in front of him, not to mention your boobs.

“Hello? Earth to Denki?” You wave your hand in his face.

“You may wanna sit down for this.” 

“I’m fine where I am, thank you very much.” 

He huffs out a breath, annoyed you didn’t take the bait. The suggestion was more for his sanity than yours. With you standing so close, his brain is going haywire; the tantalizing scent of strawberries and cream short-circuiting his brain quicker than when he overuses his quirk. It never fails to make his mouth water, if only he could bend down and bury his nose in the crook of your neck, god, he’d never let you go.

How does he even begin to work through the feelings he has for you when they’ve been bottled up since the moment he knew he was in deep? Where does he start?

The fact he’s been in love with you for the past five years? 

Or that he’s been getting off to you for half that time? 

Denki’s mind is running a mile a minute, like a computer in overdrive. He can’t make enough sense of his emotions to convert into words. But, instead of waiting to open his mouth, like a normal person, Denki spews out embarrassing word vomit that connects his two thoughts.

“I love getting off to you.”

A pin could drop, and it’d be as loud as a freaking hurricane. 

Denki groans in frustration, facepalming his forehead. What the hell did he just say, and can he take it back? How long would it take for him to hack into a database and find someone with a time manipulation quirk? He doesn’t even know how to hack, but he’d wrangle his one brain cell and fucking learn if that’s what it takes.

He’s usually good at reading you. You’re one of the few people he cares enough to pick up on how you’re feeling. The myriad of emotions that pass on your face from shock to confusion to a hint of amusement lets Denki know he can breathe easy. At least you’re not trying to kill him anymore.

“Oh-kay that’s not what I - what I meant to say was - hold on, lemme just, rewind.”

He makes some weird, loopy gesture with his arms. His brain was firing a million synapses at once, each connected to a different thought, some deep like the fear of losing you and some not so deep - like he’s really excited to eat the cheeseburgers Bakugou promised he’d grill tonight. 

But he tries his best to reign in the million and one thoughts to focus on you, who’s waiting for an explanation. He takes a deep breath to steady his heart that’s about to beat out of his chest. He only hopes you don’t stomp on it after what he’s about to say.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been since our first year at U.A. I wanted to tell you for the longest time, but then you got with Bakugou. Then you broke up, and you needed a friend more than ever, and how could I say no to being ‘your best bro’ when you were crying on my shoulder? It was just never the right time.”

The more he rambled, the more uncomfortable he felt. Out of all the scenarios he imagined of how he’d confess to you, this one was at the bottom of his list to be prepared for. He never expected to be forced into confessing because you caught him masturbating to pictures of you. He rubs the back of his neck and gives an awkward laugh when you stay silent.

“I get it if you wanna, like, shun me forever or something. I deserve it for being such a creep.” 

Denki lowers his head to the floor, the clutter of fallen pens and knick-knacks looks way less intimidating than staring into your eyes. A soft hand touches his chin, lifting his face to meet yours.

“Hey, look at me, it’s okay.” 

Your voice does wonders for soothing the nerves shaking him up.

“I guess it’s not that creepy when you put it like that, and for some weird reason, you’re like the one person I can catch jacking off to my pictures, and I don’t feel the need to report you as a registered sex offender.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but Denki’s heart drops at the idea of you labeling him as the neighborhood perv.

“Please, don’t do that,” he squeaks before clearing his throat, “But for real, Y/N, I’m so sorry. It’s wrong to disrespect you like that, and I promise I won’t do it again.”

Denki has no idea how he’s gonna get off now, but that’s his future self’s problem.

“I can’t help it, you’re gorgeous, and I love ya, and I don’t remember the last time I got laid.”

Fuck. He didn’t mean to say that last part, but it’s the truth. You’re the reason he couldn’t even look at another girl, because they weren’t you, and that’s why he had to resort to pulling up pictures of you. Pictures that aren’t normally deemed “sexy” and of you dressed modestly, without much skin showing.

That doesn’t stop Denki from coming in record time with your name rolling off his lips every time.

“How bad do you want me?”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit curious about what sex with your best friend would be like. You heard he wasn’t a bad lay from a couple girls back at U.A. 

You’d also be lying if you didn’t say you were just as horny as said best friend.

It’s difficult finding time to date as a pro-hero. When you do, it doesn’t last very long anyway - the other person growing tired of always coming second to your career. Don’t even get you started on one night stands. They’re practically impossible to uphold as once the media gets wind of it, you’re slapped on the cover of “Hero Times Magazine,” and everyone and their mother is calling for you to “spill the tea.” This is why pro-heroes either end up with other pro-heroes or end up alone. 

Denki’s eyebrows shoot straight to his hairline. If someone were to tell him you were attracted to him in any sense of the word, his heart would double-time it, but he’d ultimately brush it off. He knew your type, and he could not be farther from it. The aggressive, beefy, gym rat who could match you move for move in a heated spar of harsh words and hot-blooded passion. You dated Bakugou for fuck’s sake! There was no hope for Denki after that.

But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take what he can get. The words pour out of him like the dam’s been broken and the unforgiving flood rushes.

“I want you so bad, Y/N, fuck, I’ve waited so long, so fucking long, you don’t know how crazy you make me.” 

Your breath catches. His words have an unexpected effect on you, but your heart drums in anticipation. If you listen close enough, you can hear Denki’s beating at the same rate, waiting for what you’re going to say next. Power surges through you. In your past relationships, sex was always seen as this competition. Your exes never wanted to relinquish their pride or control, but Denki is nothing like your exes. He’s laid-back, always cracking jokes, and never dwelling too much on the past, always moving forward to the next moment. He’s perfectly fine with letting you take the reins most of the time. You determine what will happen next.

“You love getting off to me?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but he answers in earnest.

“You’re the only one I get off to.”

You slide your dress off, and it falls to the floor.

“Show me.”

Denki’s eyes travel over your body, his mouth slightly open in disbelief at your undressed state. He wants to capture this moment in case this is as much as he gets, even if he can never use this mental picture because he promised you he wouldn’t. His fingers itch to brush along the lace trim of your bra, to graze along your nipple, and watch your reaction. Are you sensitive enough where you’d full on moan, or would he have to strain to catch the small hitch of breath? Denki was never top of his class. He preferred to wing it and hope for the best, but for you, he’d take his time to study every inch and crevice of your body until he could read you cover to cover with his eyes closed. His gaze travels down to the matching lace panties you wear, a cute little bow in the front waiting to be untied with his teeth. 

Did you plan to get fucked today? Or do you usually wear matching sets on the regular? 

Your skin looks so soft and supple, he’s aching to dig his fingers, but before he can, you step away. Denki cocks his head. Have you changed your mind? But any doubt leaves Denki when you make your way across the room to sit down on the edge of the bed. 

You start with feather-light touches dancing along your collarbone. Your eyes are locked on Denki, getting high on the way he drinks in your every move. Your touches are teasing, especially when your finger dips down to your cleavage. Still, instead of giving Denki what he wants, you change course, making your way back to your shoulders. Denki exhales a breath at your teasing, but says nothing, too afraid he’ll ruin the mood if he says something stupid. 

When you make your way down again, you don’t disappoint; you pinch your nipple through your bra, and the way Denki swipes his tongue over his lip has heat rushing to your core. You slide your hand down your stomach, stopping when you reach your clothed slit. Denki stares, hungry and buzzing in anticipation for what you’ll do next. Smirking in victory, you spread your legs open and pull your panties to the side, giving him the view to capture the perfect picture of your dripping pussy.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” 

You taunt breathlessly, tracing your folds with your fingers.

Oh shit. Were you for real? Please, tell him you were for real because he legit might cry if this was some elaborate prank. Where are the fucking cameras? 

“You don’t want to?” You bite your lip, insecurity seeping through the confident smile you wore just a moment ago.

“No! I mean - yes! Yes, I do, holy shit, let me find - where the fuck is…” Denki whips around, trying to find his phone. Fuck! Out of all the times to misplace it, it has to be now. But then he spots the yellow polaroid camera sitting on the floor, and before he can think, he’s picking it up and praying it has film. He kneels, so he’s eye level with your pussy, but also making sure the angle gets your whole body in the frame. The light streaming in gives you an ethereal look, your skin glowing, and adding to the cute flush on your cheeks. The camera clicks, and a second later, the picture slides out. You giggle at Denki’s impatience. He’s waving the picture frantically in the air, so the color comes through faster. He completely stills when he can finally take a good look at the beauty he’s captured.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look…” 

Denki can’t control the groan that escapes. He looks back up at you, eyes darkened with lust before he’s ripping his shorts off so fast, his foot gets caught, and he almost trips in the process. Once he’s out of them, he plops back down in the chair across the room. You’re surprised when all you feel is pure, unadulterated lust. You expected to be at least a little bit weirded out staring at your best friend’s cock, but all you want is to put it in your mouth and explore all the different ways you can make him come. The tip is oozing pre-cum already, and the way he works his hand with a sense of urgency suggests he’s been hard for a while. It doesn’t take long before you hear Denki grunt.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

You look so pretty spread out for him. For the last five years, he wanted nothing more than to see you like this. His hips jerk up, and he throws his head back, but he makes sure to keep his eyes open like his life depended on it; he didn’t want to miss a second of this. You, with your legs wide open giving him a view of your perfect little pussy. Your panties soaked by you rubbing your clit mercilessly, and your pupils blown wide as you watch your best friend get off to the show you’re giving him. It’s erotic as hell, completely different from the pictures Denki has of you. This one easily tops all the others. He tightens his fist - he doesn’t want it to end without feeling your skin on his at least once.

“Let me touch you, Y/N, please, I just wanna touch you, need to feel you.” 

Denki doesn’t give a fuck that he’s begging at this point. He’s waited too damn long to care about pride or dignity, not when the chance to fuck you is placed in his shaking hands. You bite your lip to suppress a moan, but it comes out anyway.

“Touch me.” 

That’s all Denki needs. Before you know it, you’re pushed down on the bed, and lips smash against yours. He’s eager, a little too eager, shoving his tongue in your mouth and touching everywhere that he can. You don’t have much room to breathe, so you gently push at his chest.

“Chill, Denki.”

He huffs out a breath, muscles shaking like he’s restraining himself from overwhelming you.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” 

He mumbles, peppering kisses into your neck before making his way back to your lips. It’s much smoother this time, his tongue sliding out to tease your bottom lip, asking for permission this time. He groans when you open up for him, your tongue meeting his. Hands trail up until they reach around, resting on the clasp of your bra. Honey eyes meet yours, but you cut off his question.

“I’ll stop you if I need to, but you asking me if it’s okay every time you try something is gonna seriously kill the mood.” 

You reach around to place your hands on top of his, unclasping your bra along with him. His eyes darken at the sight of your bare chest. You try not to squirm at the intensity of his gaze. It becomes near impossible when he dips down to flick his tongue over your nipple before biting with his teeth. He pays the same attention to the other one before kissing his way down your stomach. You arch your back when he spreads your legs and positions himself between them. He makes his way around, avoiding your dripping pussy, teasing your thighs with soft kisses. You huff in annoyance, and he smirks up at you, biting into the flesh of your thigh. This time he places a kiss to your heated center, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch. 

“Is it everything you imagined?” You ask.

He looks up at you, with such a serious expression, one you’ve only seen a couple times since knowing him.

“Everything and more.”

Your heart flutters, and you know you’re going to say something you’ll regret if you don’t stop counting the different shades of gold in his eyes. You clear your throat before throwing your hair back.

“You gonna fuck me, or am I gonna have to do it myself?”

You pull his head in for a demanding kiss, biting on his lip to distract yourself from the rush of bubbling emotions threatening to surface.

“One sec,” Denki whispers, placing one last kiss to your lips, before getting up.

You gape at the giant box of condoms he casually pulls out. It hasn’t been opened, and oh my god, you didn’t even know they made huge boxes like this. There were at least a hundred in there. What person thinks to buy a big box of condoms if their plans don’t include… fucking a whole ass army? 

“What the fuck, Denki?” 

People usually have one, maybe two condoms in their wallet at most. Some guys don’t have any at all, which kills the mood when you’re in the heat of the moment, so I guess you can be thankful that Denki is... extra prepared?

“What?” 

He pulls a condom out and drops the box. It thumps when it hits the floor. You’re taken aback by how nonchalant he’s being about this.

“I- you- wha- How many times do you think we’re gonna do it!?” 

Denki slides the condom on, smirking at your shocked expression.  

���Till we finish this box,” he says as he slides into you. 

You gasp at the stretch. He pushes to the hilt, and stays there when he notices the slight furrow of your brow. It has been a while since you’ve fucked, but soon enough, you crave more so you roll your hips, but he doesn’t move.

“Denki?” 

His head is pressed into your neck, warm breath tickling your skin, and the stuttering heartbeat matches to the beat of your own. 

“Just… gimme a minute, don’t wanna ruin it by coming in two seconds.” 

His words are muffled, voice raspy with desire, and you can only imagine what his face looks like. It makes you want him all the more. Finally, someone who doesn’t see sex as an opportunity to one-up you or to put you in your place. It’s scary how the last twenty minutes have changed five years of friendship.

“Hey,” you hold his face in between your palms. He already looks completely fucked out with his face flushed and eyes glazed. You place a tender kiss to his lips, unlike the previous kisses you shared. 

“You couldn’t ruin it even if you did come right now.”

You caress his hair in an attempt to reassure him.

“You’d just have to make it up to me,” you wink.

His smile is so pure, lighting up his eyes that’s unique to Denki; it makes your heart do somersaults in your chest. But the moment passes as the previous heat between you two spikes when Denki circles his hips, taking his time to feel you inside and out. He’s touching and kissing you wherever he can, your cheek, neck, chest, thighs, like it’s the first and last time he’ll experience you like this. It might very well be. 

This thought doesn’t sit well with you.

Once he’s mapped out your sweet spots, he digs his fingers into your thighs and pulls your hips flush towards his. He pulls out of you until only the tip is brushing your opening and pounds back into you, taking your breath away. He pumps in and out of you faster, and you cry out when he hits that special spot deep inside of you.

“Denki,” you moan. He grunts and spreads your legs even wider, grabbing one and hauling it over his shoulder to pound into you deeper.

He’s getting close, hell, he’s been close even before you walked in. 

“F-fuck…” Denki groans, thrusting at an uneven pace and feeling the familiar tightening in his groin.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you flip him over and begin bouncing on his cock in a much more steady rhythm. Denki’s staring up at you, eyes wide in admiration.

You’re a goddess. An absolute fucking masterpiece that needs to be put in a museum for his eyes only. God, when did he get so fucking mushy? You always brought out different sides that Denki, himself, didn’t even know he had. He can’t keep his hands off you, grabbing your boobs, sliding down the curves of your thighs, gripping your ass. He wants to commit it all to memory in case he never gets to know this pleasure again. 

“Y/N, ah, shit, I’m gonna...” he trails off, unable to finish his sentence.

He’s holding on to that sweet release for as long as he can. He’s been craving it since he met you on the first day of class at U.A. His balls tighten, unable to hold it in any longer, before he gives in to the long overdue orgasm. It hits him hard - his entire body tingling from head to toe like 1000 volts of electricity bolt through him. Denki had no idea he could come for this long, but he doesn’t want it to end - it feels so fucking good inside you. He rides it out for a couple more thrusts before he relaxes, completely sated. You try to pull off him, but he grabs your hips and forces you back down. You squeak, clearly not expecting him to care enough to help you out after he finished.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The tone of his voice sounds foreign in his ears, too gruff and too deep, but you seem to have no problems with it as you moan in response, working yourself on top of him. Your thighs crush his hips, shaking with need as you seek a release of your own. You’re tired from bouncing, so you resort to grinding, swirling your hips deliciously around his cock. Denki squeezes your ass in appreciation.

“You close?” 

“Close, so close, Denki, please…”

Your eyes well up with tears, desperate to finish; the coil in your stomach wound too tight that you might burst any second. Denki helps you by thrusting his hips to meet yours, his hand rubbing your clit. You jolt at the sudden zap to your clit, you look down to see a small spark leave Denki’s fingertip. He does it again, and you cry out, your pussy fluttering from the electrifying touch.

“C’mon, baby, you can do it, come for me.” 

Fuck. Denki didn’t mean for the pet name to slip out, but then you’re moaning louder than before that Denki would’ve had to quiet you if you weren’t alone. Words are tumbling out before you can stop them.

“Oh, fuck, Denki, I love this so much, I love you, I-” 

You slap your hand over your mouth. Denki’s eyes widen for a second before a dangerous glint takes over, and he wretches your hand away from your mouth.

“Lemme hear you. C’mon, Y/N, show me how much you love this.”

You hardly recognize the scream as your own; you flush at how loud you are, but Denki doesn’t seem to mind. It seems to spur him on. He sits up so your chest to chest before he bends down to tug at your nipple with his teeth. You throw your head back in pleasure, your hands coming around to grab at his hair. Golden eyes look up at you from your chest, a slight smirk curving his lips.

“I’m no photographer, baby girl, but I can sure as hell picture us together.”

Leave it to Denki Kaminari to make you come with a cheesy pickup line. 

He gives one final thrust, balls slapping against your ass and hitting the spot deep inside you just right. Your thighs quiver from the pleasure wracking your body, a scream lodging out of your throat so loud that the people next door bang on the wall. You’re overwhelmed to the point that all you can do is rest your head on his shoulder, whispering his name in a broken whimper as you finish. 

You fall next to him on the bed, sweaty and completely wiped, both of you trying to catch your breath. Denki tosses the condom in the trash while you stare at the ceiling, watching the fan swirl round and round. Your mind is no different at the moment, going round in circles, and you’re trying to catch up. Your body feels weightless, tingling all over and loving the high you didn’t think was possible. The bed shifts, and suddenly you’re faced with your best friend of five years. Before he can get a word out, the front door slams shut, and two very familiar, very masculine voices are down the hall, getting closer by the second. 

“Kaminari, you lazy shit, get the fuck down here!”

“Shit!” Denki jumps from the bed, ruffling through the mess to find his pants.

“Denki, just lock the door! Hurry!”

It’s too late as the door swings open, and yeah… if today taught Denki anything, it’s that he really needs to lock his door more often. He doesn’t have time to think as he hops back into bed with you to avoid flashing any of his other friends today. Bakugou would probably threaten to chop his dick off and… yeah, Denki doesn’t wanna think about the rest.

You squeak and cover yourself with the blanket when you’re met with two sets of equally shocked crimson eyes.

Kirishima drops the bag of chips he’s holding. It seems like dropping things when walking into Denki’s room was a common theme today, and he’s sure as hell not looking forward to the cleanup. Denki regrets chancing a glance at Bakugou; nostrils flaring like a rabid predator on the loose and Denki’s his target.

The four of you stare at each other for who knows how long before Kirishima breaks out into a full-on grin.

“About time, bro, congrats!” 

“Congrats?” You turn to Denki, confused.

“The fuck!? You bangin’ my ex, dunceface!?” Bakugou shouts.

“Please don’t hurt me!” Denki squeaks, hiding underneath the covers.

“Oi! You fuck like a man, you better fight like one, too!”

You roll your eyes, hardly affected by Bakugou’s exploding presence, unlike Denki, who is literally shaking beside you.

“Oh fuck off, Katsuki, listen to yourself. Keyword ex-girlfriend.”

Bakugou sputters, and Kirishima drags him by the shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s been in a mood since he found out he’s gonna be the next star of the Bachelor.” 

“You wanna die too, shitty hair!?” 

You and Denki burst out laughing at the absurdity of Katsuki forced to act like a gentleman on live TV. The image of Katsuki in a suit and tie, holding a rose and actually smiling, is comedic gold to you.

“C’mon, bro, let’s give ’em some space.” 

“Oi! You’re on my shit list now! All of you! Aye! Get the fuck off me!”

Kirishima drags Bakugou the rest of the way, giving you a quick thumbs up on the way out.

You and Denki are still cracking up, but your laughter dies when they leave, and you’re faced with the tension from before. Denki sinks lower into the sheets, hating that he keeps getting walked in on. Who decided it was ‘make a fool out of Denki day’ anyway?

“So…” you start.

“So…” Denki finishes. 

You both stare straight ahead at nothing. 

“Did you mean it?” 

You raise an eyebrow, clearly asking him to elaborate.

“What you said, when you... you know...” he makes a clicking noise with his mouth like that’s universal code for fucking, “Or was it just a heat of the moment thing?” 

You take a moment to think before you give your response. You want to be as honest as possible, and not lead Denki on in any way. Of course, you loved him, he’s your best friend, but did you love him? 

You think back on your friendship, and suddenly a supercut of all the times he was there for you flashes before your eyes. He was there when you needed someone to drive you when you had your wisdom teeth pulled out. You didn’t expect Denki to stay with you the whole weekend, buying you ice cream and watching your favorite movies, but he did. 

He was there when you and Bakugou became an item, always listening to you swoon over how amazing a boyfriend he was. Denki would always respond with “But can he do this?” and would proceed to overuse his quirk like an overpowered Pikachu just to make you laugh. It sends a knife through your heart, knowing Denki was in love with you while you were talking about how great of a boyfriend his friend was. Not to mention how he was there when you and Bakugou broke up, heart-broken and vowing to swear off boys for good. Denki held you in his arms while you cried, staying silent the entire time, which you knew was against his nature. Denki was always there for you as a friend. There’s no doubt he’d be there for you as a lover.

“I meant it,” you say.

Tears threaten to spill, and your heart might burst out of your chest and land right into his hands. You hope he holds on to it forever. He squishes your cheeks and leans down to plant the softest kiss on your lips. This is what you’ve been missing - more like who you’ve been missing. You open your mouth to deepen the kiss, and he meets you move for move. He pulls away, hands still on your cheeks, grazing your cheekbones with his fingertips as he stares into your eyes. 

“Denki, I…” You bite your lip, overcome with emotion. You desperately want to say the words to capture this picture-perfect moment forever. 

Until you feel something poking your thigh.

“Denki!” 

You yell, affronted he popped a boner in the middle of what was supposed to be a romantic moment.

“Sorry!”

“Ugh! Worst timing ever!” You slap his shoulder.

“Ow! I said I’m sorry!”

You wiggle out of his embrace. Silence eats at the room, and you can feel Denki’s energy radiating in uncomfortable frequencies. The last moment had been thoroughly ruined.

But you have all the time in the world to make more.

“... round two?” 

Just seeing Denki’s face light up like Christmas is enough to promise the birth of a new moment. He bends over to grab his box of condoms, some spilling on the floor and adding more to the mess, before saying, “hell yeah!”

You roll your eyes with affection. What a weirdo, you think. But he’s your weirdo.

That night, or rather the next day since it was currently three in the morning, Denki plops down on his bed exhausted from the day. He’s fluffing his pillow, trying to get comfortable, when he feels something underneath. His eyes widen when he takes in the picture he’s holding. You must’ve taken it when he was downstairs and snuck it under his pillow. You’re bent over with that same damn lacy bra that sends him for a loop. Your cleavage deliciously on display as you bite your lip and stare at the camera with those innocent eyes. Denki can’t help it, his hand sliding down on instinct and cupping himself through his boxers. He turns the picture around and smiles at the cute little message written on the back.

“To add to your collection 😉”