#but I never finished this... till this day! :'D

[fadedtoneverland]

d&g’s prince | c.sn

❤︎ synopsis — your boyfriend is away at milan for another fashion show. you’re lowkey (highkey) missing him very much, until he facetimes you to check in on you… wearing something a little too sexy

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

theme: fluff ✿ , suggestive ❤︎, slight crack ✦ (if you squint)

a/n: seeing the clips of him circling around online in this outfit …. i went a lil’ too crazy … i didn’t want to post another smut fanfic of san, so i just went for the suggestive route

cw: reader makes lots of sex jokes cuz they’re feral. implied sex at the ending. mostly teasing and shi

you never knew true boredom and desperation.

well, at least not ‘till this week.

your absolutely stunning, gorgeous, panty-dropping enigma of a man, choi san, had left your poor self all alone in your apartment. not intentionally, of course. being a hot idol that’s constantly in the spotlight, was a busy lifestyle that you completely understood.

and san just so happened to get invited to one of dolce & gabbana’s latest fashion week shows, a brand that san has modeled for numerous times.

he was over the moon, absolutely beaming about going to milan again. you were happy for him too. only problem is, he couldn’t take you with him. san being san, wouldn’t stop whining about how he couldn’t take his “absolute unit of a partner” with him, but you reassured him everything would be fine back home in seoul, and you’d regularly text.

even then, sending off san with kisses and goodbyes at the airport didn’t stop you from missing him. because, he’s choi san. who wouldn’t miss their boyfriend if he was choi san.

so now here you were, curled up in your plush, king sized bed underneath the duvet. a jellycat goose tucked underneath your chin while you scrolled through your texts with san.

sannie <3 [12:03am]: baby

sannie <3 [12:03am]: are u up ??

sannie <3 [12:03am]: just finished a pop live

sannie <3 [12:04am]: come facetime me i wanna say hiiii :33

sannie <3 [12:05am]: do it >:((

you couldn’t hold back your smile. oh san, that lovable little dork. despite being the hottest person to literally grace god’s green earth, he was still a clingy goofball of a man.

your fingers glides across your screen as you typed back

y/n [12:07am]: omg i will

y/n [12:08am]: so needy, ur lucky ur cute

sannie <3 [12:10am]: ik i am <3

sannie <3 [12:11am]: open ur laptop, baby. i’ll be on soon

and you did as you were told, getting comfy underneath your duvet while pulling out your sticker-infested laptop. snuggled in san’s favorite hoodie that had a faint scent of his sandalwood cologne, you eagerly opened the screen and clicked on the bright green facetime icon, waiting for him to call you up.

you were incredibly giddy too, trying to act like you weren’t delusional and the most sane person on planet earth. and well- you weren’t really being delusional, considering that you were dating the choi san himself.

the incoming call icon popped up on your screen, and you quickly shifted to sit up while hovering your cursor over the green button, clicking it, and watching as the screen expanded to reveal your stunning boyfriend.

“hi, baby!” san called out, waving to you. his voice smooth as honey. ugh, you could listen to him forever, especially when he sounds so happy.

“my man,” you sighed dreamily while giving him a little finger wave, resting your cheek on your palm. “i seriously felt like i was gonna die if i went another day without hearing your voice.”

san laughed, the sound light and teasing. “oh, really? and you’re calling me needy? can’t even go a week without hearing my angelic voice, y/n.”

“yeah? well—“ you were about to retort wittily to his teasing, but the grainy web camera on san’s end cleared up a bit more, showing off a bit more details of the black outfit he was wearing. the sight made you effectively stop talking, which san took notice of.

“baby?” san called out, smirk faltering a bit from concern. “you alright—?”

“stand up.” you suddenly said.

your boyfriend blinked.

“i- wha—“

“i said stand up, choi san,” you interrupted firmly. “show me what kind of slutty fit you have on.”

san blinked once. then twice. he did a little head shake before chuckling, slowly standing up from his swivel chair and adhering to your hasty demands.

“whatever you want, angel.” san sang teasingly, pushing the chair away from his desk and stepping back to give you a tantalizing view of the outfit. the camera cut out his face, and the desk cropped up to his thighs, not showing you the full body, but showing just enough details to make you go feral.

san always looked good in black, made his features pop more, and just dripped him out in sin and scandal. but your eyes roved hungrily over the expanse of his muscles that were very much defined by his shirt.

his top, thin cotton fabric in the form of the sexiest blouse you’ve seen him wear. the middle part dipped down just enough to reveal a flirty little chest window for your lucky eyes. some black stringed ribbon was tied together nearly at the front of his shirt, creating a more sinful feel, knowing he can just untie those strings and flash you with his glorious tits at any given moment.

and the jeans? tight, leather, and fucking whorish. even when he did a little spin in front of the web cam to give you the whole galore of his outfit, you couldn’t stop thinking about how those jeans fitted perfectly along his hips and curve of his ass.

you were destroyed completely, reduced to nothing but a horny little dog who felt like they were gonna howl at the moon any second. and san seemed to notice, due to your lack of speaking after he showed off his stripper fit.

“uhh… y/n?” san called out while leaning down so his face was in view of the webcam. “are you okay?”

a beat of silence. one breath. then two.

and…

“you little shit.” you suddenly blurted out.

san was baffled. “… huh???”

“who told you that you could dress up like a hooker??”

silence.

then san shook his head, blinking furiously. “i— w-what?!”

your devastatingly hot boyfriend practically lurched himself back in the rolling chair, completely bewildered by your bold, yet astronomically down bad statement for him. meanwhile, you just stared at the camera, completely serious.

“babe, this is so unfair. you can’t dress up looking like a full-course meal and not expect me to go feral,” you said, practically whining with how devastated you were. “and you’re in milan too? ugh, even worse. who’s gonna suck your dick ‘till the skin falls off now??”

san choked on his own saliva. “until the skin falls off—?! baby- it’s just a shirt!!”

“yeah, a shirt that’s making my pussy way too wet. there’s a whole damn tsunami down there.”

“princess—“

“if i was a man i’d be popping the biggest boner right now, i’m just saying.”

san was crying with laughter. laughter from both disbelief and amusement. he’s heard you say all sorts of diabolical stuff regarding many things, but never to this level of down bad. maybe this was your glorious way of reminding him who gives him the best blowjobs while he’s gone.

“baby— honey—“ san laughed, rubbing the tears of joy out of his eyes. “you- you can’t just say stuff like that! it hasn’t even been that long since i left korea.”

you scoffed, and turned your head dramatically away from the virtual image of your boyfriend. “yeah, but it’s been long enough since i last saw you, and you have the audacity to come on here and flash me??”

san blinked. again.

“flash you???”

“uh, yeah? i’m getting the whole front row view of your twelve inch dick through those slutty pants, babe.”

“i— twelve inches!?”

“god created men and sent you as an apology, baby. you’re the whole package and i’m about to unwrap your boxers like one. i’ve gone too long without your glorious presence.”

san’s jaw was practically on the floor with that one, and you looked unfazed. composed, cool, collected, despite the sheer diabolical-ness of your filthy words.

remind him why you were his girlfriend again?

“okay, okay. if you really want to come see me, you can catch the closest flight to milan,” san said, leaning closer to the screen, flashing those cheeky dimples, “but it won’t be any cake walk trying to get alone time with me, baby.”

“fine by me,” you declared, smirking back at him. “i can be stealthy.”

san raised an eyebrow, amused. “i doubt it.”

“are you saying you don’t trust me?” you retort teasingly.

“no~ im just stating the facts, the fact that your chances of sneaking past all the guards and paparazzi and staff to be with yours truly is slim.”

“slim but never zero, baby. come on, i’ve done this plenty of times during tours. i can do it again for fashion week~”

and you just had to pull out those sparkly, mischievous eyes that you know san loves so much. god, he was a weak man when it came to you. but who could blame him? he was also dying to have you near him soon, especially with how busy the d&g fashion week as gotten him.

“i better see you here soon then, baby,” san said, grinning ear-to-ear while leaning back. “and wear an outfit that’s easy to rip off.”

you smiled devilishly, knowing you’ve won.

“already looking for tickets to milan, prince.”

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[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

So I was just rewatching Bones, and towards the end Brennan (heavily pregnant at the time) called her baby's father and was like "hey this is embarrassing but uhhhhhh I'm trapped on the floor and I can't get up. You're here, in the same building, right? Please help..." (...well, we never got to hear what she said, but that's what happened, so 😂)

I bring this up because I just had a funny thought:

That scenario, but Frank Langdon x Heavily Pregnant!Reader

(Like...he's mid-shift, his back may or may not be twinging and he desperately needs a lunch break, when ring ring "hey honey this is so embarrassing but uh. I'm stuck on the floor--nonono I'm fine, our baby's fine, I just can't find the leverage to get up. I'm so sorry but uh, please...help???")

(Poor man's probably out the door before Reader can even finish, forgetting to notify anyone bc his wife and baby are in danger he needs to help-- (not really, Reader literally just needs a hand lmao). Robby's only a little annoyed (but amused. mostly amused tbh) when Frank shows back up with wifey in tow, demanding a full workup to make sure she and baby are okay.)

I’ve Fallen (For You)

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summary: you call your husband, stuck in quite a predicament 

pairing: dr. frank langdon x female heavily pregnant!wife!reader

rating: PG-13 

word count: 1.0k

warnings: reader is heavily pregnant (obv), nothing else i think

timeline: set before the show

author’s note: thank you for the request anon, i had so much fun writing this!

Langdon’s shift was nearly halfway through and he was counting the seconds till he could rush home. Rush home to you, the love of his life—his very pregnant wife.

His back had been screaming at him all day but he’d been ignoring it. He knew he should’ve paid for some damn movers, but he had opted to help his parents all on his own. He would’ve asked for your help, but you had just found out you were pregnant and he didn’t want to put that on your shoulders. Now several months later, his back was killing him.

Nothing he couldn’t handle, though.

“Robby, I’m taking a quick lunch break,” Langdon informed his boss before grabbing a sandwich from the cart. He just needed to sit down for two minutes and he’d be back to his chipper self. 

“Alright, three minutes max, Dr. Langdon,” Robby said.

“Understood,” Frank replied.

Just as he sat down his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Hey honey,” he answered the call. “Work’s been a bitch today, excited to curl up in bed and watch crap TV.”

“First off, how dare you call my favorite show ‘crap TV’ second… I need your help.”

“What? Why? What’s wrong?” Langdon asked quickly, kind of beginning to panic.

“I’ve sorta… fallen… and can’t get up…?”

“You’ve… huh?”

“This is so embarrassing,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to your husband. “I’m stuck on the floor.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, the baby’s fine. I just can’t seem to find the leverage to get up.” You sighed. “I’m so sorry Frank but please could you… help?”

“I’ll be there in ten,” he said. “Love you, bye.”

“Love you more, bye.”

**

When Langdon got home, he found you lying on the hardwood floor of your living room. He reached out his hand and helped you up quickly.

“How’d this happen?” he asked as he pulled you into an awkward hug, your overstretched belly pressed against his abdomen.

“I guess you could say I fell for you,” you replied, wanting to break the tension so he didn’t worry about you.

“You’re hilarious,” he said flatly. He soon broke away from the hug so he could get a good look at you. “Any dizziness? Nausea? Blurred vision?”

“No? Well nausea yes, duh, but that’s what the Zofran is for.”

“Follow my finger,” he said and held his pointer finger up for you to follow as he moved it from left to right and back again. “You probably don’t have a concussion,” he stated.

“I know I don’t have a concussion,” you laughed it off. “I didn’t hit my head, Frank, I just slipped and couldn’t get back up.”

“Still, we should head to The Pitt and have Dr. Collins look at you, just to be safe.”

“I don’t need an ultrasound, hun, I’m fine.”

“Nope, you’re coming to the hospital with me, c’mon.”

“Let’s take separate cars though, I don’t wanna be stuck in ‘The Pitt’ while you save lives for hours,” you said, using air quotes to be more dramatic.

“One of us can Uber home,” he protested. “C’mon, let’s go.”

**

When you got to the hospital, Langdon guided you through the traffic of people to get you to Heather.

He called out her name when he saw her.

“Mrs. Langdon! How lovely to see you. How are you?” Dr. Collins exclaimed. 

“I’m doing pretty good, though this pregnancy is kicking my ass.” You smiled and gave her a quick, small hug.

Langdon hurriedly explained what happened to you as Dr. Robby walked up.

“Mrs. Langdon! To what do we owe the pleasure?” he asked, a huge smile plastered on his face. “Don’t tell me you’re here to drag Frank home early?”

“No, Robby, nothing like that,” you chuckled. “Frank insisted I come over–”

“She slipped on the hardwood floor and couldn’t stand back up, she had to call me to go and help her up,” Frank exclaimed.

“He is making it sound much worse than it was,” you said. “I’m fine, really.”

“Well an ultrasound wouldn’t hurt,” Robby said, assuming it was what Frank wanted. 

“See? Told you so!” Frank nudged your arm playfully.

“Really? You’re going with ‘I told you so’?” you laughed.

“Collins, please?” Robby gestured for her to get going with the ultrasound as quickly as possible.

“Of course, right this way,” Heather replied.

Frank walked behind you as you followed Dr. Collins to a space where you could do a quick ultrasound. 

You sat down on the chair and Heather started the ultrasound.

“Your baby looks good,” she said. 

“You’re sure?” Frank asked.

“Yep, healthy baby boy,” Collins replied.

“See? Told you so,” you said smugly, making your husband laugh and shake his head.

“Can I see your flashlight?” he asked Dr. Collins and she handed him the small device. “Look at my nose,” he said.

“Can I look at those gorgeous blue eyes instead?” you asked, wiggling your brows up and down. 

He couldn’t help the sheepish laugh as a slight blush began to warm his cheeks. It didn’t matter how long you two had been together, you still made his heart skip a beat when you said things like that.

He continued with the quick exam to be sure you didn’t have a concussion.

“Babe, you’re treating me like one of your patients,” you chuckled, brushing away his hands.

“Fine, I’ll let Dr. Collins give you the full once over just to be safe. Heather, you alright with that?”

“I really must restate there’s zero need for all of this, honey,” you said.

“I’d be happy to,” Heather said. 

“Thanks,” Langdon said. “I’m gonna get back to work, call me when you’re all done. Love you.”

“Love you too,” you grumbled before he kissed you goodbye.

**

“She’s perfectly fine. Slight bruising around her tailbone, but nothing that won’t heal on its own,” Dr Collins told Langdon about ten minutes later when she was finished with the brief exam.

“Thank you–” Frank was cut off by his phone buzzing in his pocket. He answered it quickly, seeing it was from you.

“Frank,” you started, “my water just broke.”

[pickanumber1-7]

Pictures from Pinterest.

Oh no, he’s hot

→ Kindergarten teacher assistant!Reader x older brother of a student (it’s Taeyong)

→ heart-warming fluff, as the title suggests

→ inspired by an event that occured last week (yes, took me some time to process it; no, I don’t think it meant anything for either of us hopefully)

-> also inspired by the Taeyong pictures at military service :D

word count: ~592 words

—-

Nat was a sweet, intelligent girl in your assigned class who could be quite mischievous. She was precocious for her age - probably due to growing up around adults since young. Her boba eyes could melt even the head teacher’s frost-like temperament.

She did the same three things every morning when she arrived:

Firstly, arm wrestle (you let her win every time, to her dismay, so it was a win win situation - you didn’t become a statistic of her losses and she was technically the winner).

Secondly, check your ear lobes to see if you had put on new earrings, remarking if you changed and if you didn’t.

And last but not least; ask, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Nope.” “Why not?”

(You felt guys your age were too… immature? Undeveloped? In both brains and brawn, you suppose. A wise woman at the fish market once told you to wait till a guy had finished his military service before even considering to date him. You believe wholeheartedly in that after going through a high school relationship that left you traumatised for the foreseeable future.)

---

Nat waves goodbye to you with one hand, the other clinging onto her brother’s. Who is currently trying, with surgical precision, to manoeuvre her bag over to his arm without disrupting her waving.

“Nat’s brother is really good-looking, isn’t he?” The teachers gush in hushed tones near the cubby holes. You squeeze past them to get your bag.

You've never thought much about him. Sure, he was easy on the eyes. His style, immaculate. You’re sure he’ll never need to go through the relationship phase of needing his girlfriend to pick out clothes for him.

---

Nat talks about her brother constantly. Despite the large age gap, it seems that Nat adores him. Shows you his baby photos that she’d snuck into her books for safekeeping.

He’s off at army, she says. Comes back for the weekends to stay with the family.

It’s fun with him around because she usually doesn’t see him, ever, even on the weekends. You nod along sympathetically, picturing this lean guy you’d seen on brand advertisements or the occasional fancam appearing on your fyp. In a baggy shirt, bucket hat on his head when picking Nat up from school.

---

Then one fine day, you mistake him for a stranger. You blame his muscular back, and the fact that you’ve never seen him wear such… fitting clothes before.

You’re entering a mall to run errands when the person in front holds the door for you.You thank said person in your “public voice” - that kind which warrants a response, like a nod or a “you’re welcome”.

The person turns to face you, still holding the door, and you two make eye contact. It takes you a hot second to recognise him — Nat’s brother.

As if you hadn’t stared enough for the both of you, he looks, really looks at you.

Time stands still. Your heart thunders in your chest.

What is happening.

Those eyes. Sucked you right in.

And cut! You can almost hear someone shouting. Taeyong drops his gaze from yours and smiles softly.

He rushes ahead of you, rejoining his sister and mother who are browsing the menu of a restaurant further away.

You’re screwed, really screwed.

He really should’ve kept his eyes to himself.

—

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[reomikagekin]

Break Up Prank with Alnst boys ? ?

Break-Up Prank with the Alien Stage Boys

Till

At first, he freezes, his expression completely blank. Then, his lips tremble. "Wait… what?"

His eyes dart around like he’s trying to make sense of the situation. "D-Did I do something wrong?"

He immediately spirals, thinking it’s his fault. He starts apologizing even though he doesn’t know what he did.

"I… I can change! Please, just—just don’t leave me…" His voice gets quieter, and his hands clutch his sleeves tightly.

When you tell him it’s a prank, he just stands there, blinking rapidly. He looks so close to tears you feel awful.

Sniffles a bit before weakly saying, "T-That wasn’t funny…" but he still hugs you tightly. You spend the rest of the day reassuring him.

---

Ivan

His expression doesn’t change much. He just stares at you, eyes calculating. "Oh? That so?"

He doesn’t react with sadness or anger, just an eerie, calm acceptance. "Well, I suppose I should’ve seen it coming."

But the way his fingers tap against his arm and how his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes tell a different story.

"If that’s what you want, I won’t stop you." His voice is polite, detached.When you reveal it’s a prank, he just chuckles. "Hah. Cute." But his fingers are still tense.

He leans in close, smiling too sweetly. "I should be mad at you, but…" He flicks your forehead. "Guess I’ll just have to make you regret scaring me like that~"

---

Luka

He just stares at you, his expression unreadable. "…I see."

He doesn’t yell. Doesn’t panic. Just quietly accepts it.

"If that’s what you truly want, I won’t stop you." His words are eerily similar to Ivan’s, but his posture is rigid, his hands clenched into fists.

His voice is level, but there’s something dark in his gaze, like he’s already calculating the next move.

When you finally reveal it’s a prank, his whole body goes still. Then, he lets out a long, slow exhale.

"You…" He doesn’t finish the sentence. Just pulls you into his arms and buries his face into your shoulder.

You feel something wet on your skin. But when you try to check, Luka lifts his head, his usual polite smile back in place. "That was cruel."

---

Hyunwoo

(whenever I write for hyunwoo it's just the actor au where he's an adult!!)

His jaw drops. "Wait, what?"

Immediate panic. "Whoa, whoa, whoa—slow down! What do you mean break up?"

Tries to act playful about it, but you can see the nervous sweat forming. "Come on, babe, you’re not serious… right?"

The moment you insist, his teasing falters. "Hey… you’re not actually mad at me, are you?"

When you finally tell him it’s a prank, he lets out the loudest sigh of relief. "Holy—Don’t do that to me!"

He ruffles your hair aggressively. "You almost killed me, I swear—!" But then, he hugs you tightly, refusing to let go for a while.

---

Jacob

His smile fades instantly. "…What?"

You watch as his entire body tenses, like he’s bracing for a punch. "But… we’re happy, aren’t we?"

He looks completely lost, like the thought never even crossed his mind.

"Did I do something wrong? Tell me. I’ll fix it." His voice is heartbreakingly soft.

The longer you drag it out, the more devastated he looks. His hands tremble slightly, but he forces himself to stay composed.

The second you admit it’s a prank, he just stares at you, processing. Then, he exhales shakily. "You—"

He immediately pulls you into a crushing hug. "You scared me so bad…" He doesn’t let go for a long time.

---

Dewey

Scoffs immediately. "Hah! Good one."

But when you insist, his smirk wavers slightly. "…Wait. You’re serious?"

Tries to play it cool. "Pfft. Fine, whatever. It’s not like I—" But his voice cracks slightly.

His hands twitch at his sides. "Okay, if this is a prank, I swear—"

You finally confess, and he groans dramatically. "I knew it!"

Ruffles your hair aggressively. "You suck! You owe me for this!"

Pouts and sulks the rest of the day, but he keeps throwing his arm around you like he’s making sure you’re still there.

---

Isaac

(art on twt by:drowsywaters_)

Immediately quiet. Just stares at you. "…Hah?"

His usual smugness is gone. He looks like he just got the wind knocked out of him.

"Wait… You’re joking, right?" His voice is softer than usual, almost hesitant.

Tries to play it cool, but you can see the tension in his jaw. "If this is some kind of joke, it’s not funny."

The moment you admit it’s a prank, he lets out a long sigh, pressing a hand to his face. "Oh my god."

Looks at you with the most betrayed expression. "You’re evil."

But then he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your head. "If you ever do that again, I will cry. And you don’t want to see that."

---

Some of them took it way harder than others, but at least they still love you

[gingernut1314]

Fell First, Fell Harder

Summary: Luffy fell first and harder

Content: fell first, fell harder trope, alternate versions, some death, lots of fluffy love, kinda like a choose your own ending

Word Count: 870+

A/N: This was 1) inspired by the fell first fell harder trend cause I was thinking Luffy would do well as both and 2) it's inspired by this short story I read for one of my classes called "Happy Endings" by Margaret Atwood (it's very fun), which is where I got the idea for the different versions of the story! I hope you all enjoy!

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Luffy fell first and he fell harder. 

No matter the circumstances.

A.

At a single glance, Luffy fell for you and you fell just as fast. He’s gravitating towards you just as you gravitate towards him. There hardly needs to be a single word spoken between you two past a simple greeting because you two just know. It’s as if your very souls know--as if they’d been calling out for each other your whole lives. Two sides of the same coin is what you two are. 

He helps your island. You help his crew. He asks you to join his crew and you agree before he can even finish the question. 

Where one is found, the other is right there too. There is rarely anywhere you two go alone. Many a crew member have commented “if they could crawl into each other's skin, they would have a long time ago.” 

You fall harder and harder for each other the longer and longer you two are together. You’ll follow him wherever he goes, just as he will follow you and you both will do so till you are old and gray and wrinkled. You two will follow each other into death’s embrace and live together forever in whatever sunny afterlife awaits you. 

B.

Luffy saw you, working for the enemy, yet still fell. He could see your pain--your struggle for survival and wants to help. 

You don’t. You see him as a thorn in your side. Someone in the way of your plans. You don’t want or need his help. You joined your Captain's crew for a reason and no amount of love Luffy gives you is going to change that. 

Luffy can’t get you out of his head and he can’t help but keep falling harder for you. Not when you stand for the same things he stands for, no matter how you choose to go about it. 

Fighting occurs. The Straw Hats win. You are left beaten and bruised and, even when you fought against his family--when you tried to kill them--he extends a hand out for you. He wants you to take it so badly. Wants you to be free with him and yet you spit at his feet. You can’t fathom why he would offer you any amount of love.

He offers you the freedom you’ve been craving so easily. You hate it. You reject it. 

You limp away, never once turning back to look at him.

Luffy understands, no matter his disappointment, and walks away too.

He believes you’ll meet again and when the time comes, he’ll offer his hand for you to take once more. 

C.

Luffy falls for you the moment you give him an extra loaf of bread he didn’t have the berri to afford. You gave it to him because of his smile and warmth--things he wants to keep sharing with you as long as you will let him.

Luffy saves you from a band of bandits raiding your bakery and you fall for him hard. You keep falling for him over and over again the longer you follow him across the Grand Line. 

You two spend day after day together. Neither one of you ever wants to let go of the other. You two are happy and oh so carefree within each other's arms. 

The Straw Hats face off against an unforgiving foe. It’s a hard battle. The crew can hardly find the strength to keep on fighting, not when their bodies are beaten beyond repair. 

You’re injured too. Bad.

Luffy sees this and defeats the big bad at just the last minute.

Chopper can’t get to you in time.

Luffy loves you even when you are no longer in this world with him. He’ll love you till the day he leaves it too. 

D.

You’re a part of the enemy's crew and yet Luffy falls for you the moment you shed a tear for the village your boss has just destroyed. 

Luffy wants to save you. You want him to save you too. 

You help Luffy even when you know doing so has put a target on your back. Though, with your extra help, Luffy and his crew defeat your former one. He asks you to join him--to sail around the world and help whoever you wish to help. You join him with hardly a second thought and do just that. 

Everyday Luffy is around you, the more you two talk and laugh with each other, harder and harder he falls. You fall right back and you fall hard because he has become your best friend. 

You follow him throughout his journey and he helps you learn to love yourself despite all the bad from your past.

E. 

You believe you’ve fallen first for Luffy and are stuck in a constant battle against your own emotions because you believe Luffy has only ever viewed you as a friend--a fellow crewmate. 

Luffy believes you two have been together ever since you joined his crew--has loved you since then. Nami even told him this--that you liked him and he thought that was that. He loves you and you love him, therefore you were his. 

Robin tells you this one day and you only fall harder for him.

[drewdoa]

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⤷ # viktor headcannons • (a little modern..my bad)

⤷ a/n: hii this is my first post :)) these hcs don’t target any specific gender! though i will make small notes to those that do :D enjoy <3

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very much the type to bring you coffee, like all the time. i picture him to be almost reliable on coffee (cause of how he’s chronically in that damn lab), he doesn’t drink it very sweet. this doesn’t mean he won’t mix things up a little though! pouring new syrups and stuff he tries and bringing you cups throughout the day. (for afab readers he brings you iced coffee and chocolates/candy when it’s your time of the month too <3)

in his free time he shops for new clothes even if he doesn’t even end up purchasing any. he also looks at clothes for you, no matter the style he will bring you something. i feel like this could sprout an idea for a little outfit haul with you guys ;))

when he’s writing notes, he outlines sentences that start with the letter of your first name. eventually it turns into connect the dots with how much he does it. there was a time where he broke night and ended up sketching your name onto his forearm. unfortunately, you didn’t notice it till after he showered and it was almost gone :(

for masc readers, he takes your ties and wears them religiously. jayce even asked what brand it was once since viktor never took it off. (<- d1 gatekeeper) this also goes for your undershirts, you wonder why your scent is so strong in his lab.

for fem readers, he collects your hair ties like cards. usually one coordinated to his uniform. there’s always a decently used black one on his left hand, it looks familiar…he took it from your desk when you met

if you bite your nails/skin, viktor keep a wrap on his hands lightly with bandages incase your accidentally cut yourself. he would then tend to the cut as fast as possible, kissing your forehead everytime he’s finished.

definitely a pro a making you things as gifts. he usually makes you flowers out of scraps he’s done using. he once made a whole bouquet with crystals that glow! the next morning, actual flowers were placed on your bed.

100% practices witchcraft sometimes. and he owns tarot cards. that is all.

is good with food/spices and stuff. he would send you recipes for you to try along with helping you out in the kitchen <3

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ • hi hello!! i hope you enjoyed these things i cooked up :)) more of my writing will be about things like this so if you liked this post feel free to check back for more of my stuff !! - drew •˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

{ by the way i am a new writer!! feel free to go to my asks and request anything <3 }

[fluffylino]

boypussy!hyunjin

-contains mature themes

the boy beneath you squirmed, as you teased him. pushing just the tip of your dick inside him. hyunjin was panting, breathing heavy. his face buried into the pillow at this point. back arched and exposing his most sensitive parts to you. You were worried he wouldn't be able to breath. His cunt clenching around you, trying to suck you in. However you had patience.  Never had you imagined doing this.

It all started when...

"uh i need to tell you something" hyunjin had walked inside after finishing practice. his lips were white and his whole demeanor had changed. almost like he was filled with fear and shock.

he sat down next to you on the couch. you switched off whatever you were watching on the tv to give him your full attention.

"I-I...something h-happened i don't k-know but i don't have a d-dic-" he quickly corrected himself.

"male genetilia" he whispered. You had no clue what he was talking about. Nevertheless you stroked his back, letting him place his head on your lap.

The last thing you remembered saying to him was 'i wish u had a pussy for a few days, i could do the things you do to me for a change'

you gasped.

"Did i make this happen?!" you yelled, making hyunjin jump with a start. he looked confused.

"You'll be back to normal in a couple of days, don't worry darling"

.

a day had passed, and hyunjin seemed to be struggling. you decided to tease him. he sat quietly in his room, scrolling through his phone. you walked in, jumping on him. he giggled when you kissed his neck. slowly making your way up to his lips.

"you're so wet aren't you? i should fuck you till you make a mess of yourself." you mumbled in his ear and smiled when his breath hitched. you slipped your hand under his cute versace tee, to lightly rub his tits.

"stopppp"

his mouth dropped open when you pressed your thigh between his legs. he tried closing his legs.

"ahh but-"

"but what?" you questioned. hyunjin shyly looked at you.

"i have my strap on, baby don't worry. we'll go slow"

you kissed him, and he kissed back desperately. tongue messily moving around. in the mean time you had managed to get his pretty checkered pajama pants off.

"here" he whined, grinding against your thigh. his wetness soaking his underwear. moving the fabric to the side  your carefully traced his folds. he looked cute, eyes wide, and oversized shirt hanging off his shoulder.

"you're dripping baby" you continued to tease him until he caught your hand. you pushed a finger in slowly. his breathing going slow. you added another. knuckle deep in him.

and thats how you ended up in this state.

.

"m' close, hah.." he cried out, thighs shaking and you pulled out for the 5th time in the past hour. the reaction you got was worth it. he groaned into the pillow, shoulders beginning to shake.

A clear indication that he had finally had it. You had finally broke down that wall of his.

"w-why ? i was so g-good" he muttered, voice cracking. tears flowed down his face, mixing with the sweat and drool on his chin.

you were just giving him back what he would do to you. you, of course took it better. it was quite a sight to see your boyfriend sobbing, begging You to rail Him.

"i know baby i know" you soothed him and he preened at the attention you gave him.

"i'll let you cum this time, hm?" you reassured, running your hand down his back.

You spread his puffy lips with your index and middle finger, biting your lip at how much slick was leaking out.

"such a pretty pussy. makes me wanna knock you up. fuck my babies into you. rail you till you're a mess"

he shook his head...or atleast tried to. hyunjin really was loving every moment of it. You slammed back in, now wasting no time.

hyunjin mewled, jerking forward with each thrust. Loud 'ah ah ahs' leaving him. 

Chest to back. you could see his face. struggling to maintain eye contact with you. his eyelids fluttering and his tears distorting his view.

"ah n-no no stop too m-much too muchhh" he wriggled around as your began to play with his clit. eyes rolling back. tongue lawling out.

At one particular hard thrust, he went cross eyed, mouth in an 'o' shape. the sound he let out was beyond pornagraphic. the heat in your abdomen exploding. you could feel the warmth seeping all over your dick. He shivered, his eyes swollen and gaze spaced out.

"aw did my baby cum"

.

pulling him against your side, he sobbed into your neck. thighs pressed together. his cum staining the inside of his soft thighs.

"did so well for me" you praised, leaning over to grab a hairtie from the table beside.

"i-i did?"

"of course you did. made such pretty sounds for me" you tied his hair into a small ponytail. kissing away his tears. he melted into you.

"you're my pretty girl, aren't you?" you weren't expecting him to respond. you tucked a few strands behind his ear. god, was he such a beautiful sight. lips coated in spit.

"i'm your p-pretty girl"

[ghostgirl-22]

how do you feel about writing dom/sub stuff 👀?

i feel like i could see art and tashi having a dynamic like that or art and patrick. it would be interesting if he had a relationship like that with each of them, one past and one present.

I feel like it’s not my strong suit but I shall try it for you <3

CW: 18+ NSFW D/s, feminization, Art being the switch he was born to be probably, not proofread

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Patrick talks a big game. Really loud and brash. sometimes reckless and messy, just like a spoiled rich kid.  If Art didn’t know any better he’d probably be intimidated. But Patrick’s not intimidating,  actually he’s kinda easy to control. 

It’s not like Art did it on purpose. He didn’t set out to learn how to make boys do what he wanted them to. But he was kinda young when he realized how easy it was. All he had to do is act a little bit needy and boys would do whatever he asked. Even Patrick. Especially Patrick. 

Art barely has to do anything. Even when Patrick’s being a brat. Art pouts for just a minute and all Patrick’s bravado just goes out the window.

“Fine you can have my M&Ms you loser.” 

“Okay you can borrow my hoodie for practice, just don’t mess it up. It’s my favorite.”

“I can show you how to touch yourself so it feels even better… if you want.” Like it’s nothing.  

Art treats him nice enough. Patrick wants the thing that most boys want from him. He wants a kiss. He wants to sleep in the same bed. 

“If I let you pick the movie… will choke me a little?” Is all Patrick really wants.

Wants Art to push him down on the bed. Tie him up with one of his soft silky expensive dress ties. So he’s face down on the bed, ass up. Wants Art to slip his knee between Patrick’s thighs and tease him till he’s gagging for it. Art can do that for him. Sometimes Art will literally gag him too… if he’s talking too much shit.

Sometimes he’ll play with Patrick for hours. Teasing his entrance. Cupping his balls. Taking the toy dildo he thought Art didn’t know he had and sliding it inside him. turning it on to vibrate. All of it before fucking him slow. Taking his sweet time. Until he can’t.

Patrick always teases him because he’s fast… too fast (“you’re like a fucking bunny rabbit”)…and woopsie… Art loses it all before Patrick can finish once. “I’m sorry.” Art whines. 

“You’re not fucking sorry,” Patrick moans, helplessly. But Art is so sorry he does it all over again, just to make it up to him.

When he finally lets Patrick cum he’ll untie him. Patrick’s wrists are all achy after, his body sore. Art presses soft kisses where the red markings from the tie still linger. He never leaves marks. Not physically. Patrick just wants to cuddle with him after. Hold him close. They crawl into bed all tangled up in each other.    

*

Being with a girl is a lot different. Art gets tongue tied so easily. Says things that make him sound like a robot or like he was born in the 1950s. Especially when it comes to Tashi.  “I just think you’re swell.” It’s not what he means to say but it just comes out when Tashi takes his hand over dinner. 

“Loser,” she gazes at him, amusement dancing in her pretty brown eyes. The prettiest girl he’s ever seen. Pretty like an angel. Perfect like a god. 

The way Art would do literally anything for her and he can’t stop saying it.

”Like anything?” She asks him one night, they’ve been together for a while now. He’s gonna ask her to be his wife soon.

“Yeah,” Art says, shy. 

She grins, twirling a lock of shiny brown hair around her finger idly. “You’re so pretty. You wanna be my pretty little girl?” 

Art isn’t sure what that means but he says yes right away. He finds out the next day when she brings home a little maids outfit. Looks like the kind of girls costume you’d find at Spirit Halloween all year round. “It’s my friend’s, she was a sexy maid for Halloween last year,” Tashi smirks. ”Can you put it on? I really need you to be in uniform to clean the house.” 

Of course he doesn’t hesitate. It’s a little too small, too tight, too short. The fabric is all itchy and barely covers the swell of his ass. “Take those off,” she says about his briefs and he does. He feels so obscene walking around with no underwear. It doesn’t help that it’s turning him on, his cock half hard pressing at the frills in the little dress.

She makes him do the dishes, sweep and mop the floor. Makes him get on his knees and scrub because… he “missed a spot”. All while she stands around, with her glass of wine, poking and prodding at him like a sloppy husband who wants to fuck the nanny. Pinching at his waist, smacking his bottom, teasing his dress up while he’s bent over, with her pretty little manicured toes. Making dirty comments like. “You’re just the prettiest little girl aren’t you?” “I love watching you work.” “Makes my dick hard.”   

Art didn’t expect this to do anything for him but right now he’s so hard his stomach hurts. So hard he can’t think properly. He can’t stay still when she gets him back on his feet. He’s so antsy. She touches his cheek, her eyes all shiny from the wine as she stares at him. “Jesus,” she whispers. “You’re all done, aren’t you baby?”   

“Mm” Art swallows. “I just…I just wanna…can you touch me?” He stammers out.

She grins and guides him to the sofa. Makes him straddle her and lets him give her a kiss. She’s barely touching him over the fabric of the maid costume when he loses it all over. 

“Mm no fuck…” he whines, embarassed. “No ‘m sorry. ‘m so sorry.”

She giggles. ”Silly girl. It’s okay. Come on, lick it up.” She presses her fingers to his lips and he opens up. 

“That’s right. Good girl.” She whispers, coaxing more fingers inside. And just like that he’s getting hard again.   

[currentlyinflames]

What we have to do to survive - Sylus x gn!Reader

word count: 2.5k

Summary: Sylus comes home after a day of hunting Praedators and you see something off...

cw: violence, injury, mentions of blood, guns, reader is protective almost to an unhealthy level, theres like one suggestive sentence

a/n: written for the new event. I skipped over the patching up scene a lot im sorry im hella squeamish. this man has captivated all my senses so i must bite and write him. this is also my first fic to exceed a thousand words.

Enjoy :D

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You heard the glass door creak as Sylus crept back into your home. 

You never heard him walk in when you first met him but Sylus had since dropped his guard around you. Something about a “little kitten” not being a threat. You showed him just how much of a threat you could be later that night. 

You lifted your head from where it was buried in your book, not taking your eyes off it. 

“Got a moment kitten?” His deep voice called out to you. 

“Mhm, lemme finish this chapter,” You said, still deeply engrossed in your book. 

Sylus chuckled. “You’re not going to step away till you finish the whole book, right sweetie?” There was something held back in his voice, but you didn’t think too much of it. 

He came over to where you were curled up on the couch, standing behind the backrest to kiss you on the cheek. 

You turned your head, catching his lips. “Welcome home.” 

You both separated after a long moment when you caught him holding his side. You quickly got up and went around to him, scanning for any other injuries. 

“What happened? Why didn’t you say anything??” You gingerly touched the hand over the wound, he winced and you quickly pulled your hand away, keeping it hovering nearby. 

“I’m alright, kitten. It’s just a scratch.” Sylus tried to console you. 

You clicked your tongue, worry evident on your face. “You’d say that even if you were bleeding out.” 

He cupped your cheek with his free hand, forcing you to look into his eyes. He smiled softly, his crimson eyes holding your gaze, silently comforting you. 

That didn’t ease your worry as you gripped his arm, getting ready to guide him toward the bathroom with your first aid supplies. You took a breath. Panic would not help anyone right now. 

Sylus stood firm, preventing you from taking him anywhere. “I’m serious, kitten. I’ll be alright.” 

“Not if I don’t take a look. Now come with me or sit down.” 

Sylus chuckled, then winced. “You’re the boss.” 

Your hand slid from his forearm to his free hand, gently guiding him to the cabinet with the first aid kit. 

You made him sit on top of the counter, keeping his injury in front of you, feeling his eyes on you as you pulled out the supplies. 

You didn’t meet his gaze as you started working. “Now, are you gonna tell me what happened or do I need to coax it out of one of your associates.”

“No need to murder on my behalf, sweetie. It was just an incident with a Praedator, nothing too bad.” 

“But no Praedator has been strong enough to hurt you before. Are they getting stronger or are you losing your touch, honey?” You attempted to lighten the mood with your teasing but Sylus seemed pensive because of your words. 

“You’re aware of Praedator testing with frenzy enhancers, right?” 

Your brow furrowed. “Where are you going with this?” 

“You know I have enemies kitten, some of them have it out for me more than others. One of them happens to be in possession of black market frenzy enhancers.” 

“So the Praedator was sent to hunt you. And found you.” 

“They obviously didn’t succeed but they’re still a threat. I want you to keep a weapon on you at all times. Preferably one that I constructed myself with…special anti-Praedator features.” 

“You mean a gun with a taser and Praedator suppressant laced bullets-” 

“-And a second gun with normal bullets. You know me so well my dear. They’re in the top drawer of my nightstand along with my glasses, the hot ones- you know which ones.” 

You finished up the final bandages and went to put the supplies away when Sylus stopped you. “Aren’t you forgetting something sweetie?” 

“I…don’t think so?” 

He pointed to his lips. “A get-well kiss. Won’t that speed up the healing process.” 

You huffed out a laugh. “Oh my sweet, needy man.” 

You reached up to cup his face, one hand on his cheek and the other wrapped around his neck. Your lips slotted against each other perfectly, like they were made to match. His arm wound  around your waist, finding its home in the small of your back. 

You kissed him passionately, savouring the moment. And already thinking of you next move. 

- - - 

You had given Sylus a sleeping pill. A mild one to give you about 3 hours to track down the Praedator and the bastard that dared to target Sylus. 

You snuck over to his phone where he received all his missions and entered the password (“LitTlefeAtHer78%67><) to look up the details of his last job. 

Location: Southern District; near the Old Museum. 

Target: B-Class Praedator

The difficulty had obviously been fabricated. You’d fought B-Rank Praedators yourself and none of them were near Sylus’ skill level. 

The Museum was near where you and Sylus met as you saw him fight for the first time. He was injured then too but those were only a few scratches. Not a planned attack. 

You then scanned the page for any hint as to who might have sent the job. And there it was at the top: Ever. An odd codename but still a lead regardless. 

You looked over to see him sleeping peacefully in your bed. You never thought of yourself as vengeful but Sylus had changed you in many ways since you met him. 

You crept over to the bed and opened the nightstand drawer to pull out the guns he wanted you to have. It was fitting that you were using them on your first “official” job for him. 

The weight was unfamiliar yet balanced in your hands and you quickly tucked them into your holsters, eager to use them. 

You crept out of the room and through the same back door Sylus snuck in through just an hour ago. 

“I’ll be back baby,” you whispered as you looked back one last time before you left. 

Sneaking out with Sylus’ keen senses would have been the hard part of your journey if not for the sleeping pill. Now the obstacle was the time crutch and actually tracking your target from the Museum. 

If you assumed that Sylus had eliminated the treat before leaving the area, that would reduce the chances of you tracking your prey easily. You didn’t want to think that injury made Sylus sloppy but at the moment that was your best bet. 

You entered the museum on high alert, tensing as you hear a noise. A series of thumps followed. 

Slowly, you inched toward the sound, guns in hand, ready to strike at anything there. You hid behind a corner, peeking out to gauge what was there. 

A Praedator was chained to the wall, clearly a weaker type with how it struggled in short bursts, then gave up. 

So the B-Rank Praedator did exist, you realised. But another one was sent too.  

You stepped out from behind the corner, pistols aimed at the Praedator. It snarled back. 

“What happened here? Who sent you?” 

“I don’t work for anyone,” it hissed. “Some weird shirtless man chained me up here after killing another .” 

“And what was the other Praedator like?” 

“Stronger than the man, almost got a bite on him. Wearing a collar like a little pet too.” 

You were getting closer to the answers you wanted. “Did anyone come here after that?” 

“And what will helping you get me?” It sneered. 

“A quick and-relatively- painless death,” you said, raising your chin. “Or I can leave you here and signal some other large, higher ranked Praedator to finish the job. Maybe get some frenzy enhancers as well to really make it interesting.” 

To emphasise your point, you examined one of your guns and aimed it at its left hand, firing a warning shot but having it land in the space next to its upper arm. 

“You won’t actually shoot,” It growled. 

“Try me.” You aimed again, this time at its chest with the electrically charged bullets. You pulled the trigger. 

The bullet didn’t pierce the skin but settled on top, making the Praedator jolt from the electrical shock. 

“Ok- the Praedator was branded- there’s a research facility 3 buildings down- it came from there- that’s all I know I swear-“ 

The jolts began to slowly stop. You cocked your gun, aiming straight at its chest. “Thank you for your service.” 

You fired. 

- - - 

Most buildings in the Southern District were abandoned, meaning there was minimal security in even the previously most important buildings. 

There was nothing stopping you from casually strolling into the facility after shooting the security guard. But you decided to sneak in just in case there were other security measures taken. 

You found an open window on the ground floor and at an easy enough height to crawl through. You landed on dirtied white floors and pulled out your pistols. 

You began walking through the hallway you stumbled into when you heard voices coming from ahead. 

You ducked into the nearest open room, rushing to hide from whoever was coming. 

The voices came closer as you scanned the room, quickly looking for somewhere to hide if they tried to come in. 

The room was compact, with a large cage in the middle. There were screens on the wall that might have been used to track the vitals of the Praedator within the cage but now it was abandoned. 

The voices reached a crescendo outside the room and you held your breath, your finger hovering over the trigger in case you had to make a quick escape. Then you heard the footsteps resume and the voices faded away. 

You paused for a moment, then peeked out of the room. Two men were still standing outside your room, seemingly waiting for something. One was wearing a lab coat and the other a suit. Then the man in the lab coat whispered something to the man in the suit. You could only make out a few words: lab, target and Ever. 

That’s when you caught sight of the suited man’s id badge. It was pinned to his suit jacket and was spelled in small but clear letters: EVER. 

You had found your target. And you would make him pay. 

You had nothing against the scientist other than the fact that he might be a possible witness. You quickly looked around for a distraction. The monitors in your hiding spot were all turned off but they might be connected to another system or alarm. 

You crept over to the nearest one that was hidden from the door and held down the on button. It took a moment, but slowly flickered on. 

The lab must have been abandoned for quite some time because the monitors made use of old technology that primarily detected whether the cage was open or not. 

It indicated that all was well because the cage lock was engaged. But with just the right aim….

You pulled out your normal gun and pointed it at the ancient lock, then fired. 

The bullet struck the latch perfectly. And then the alarms went off. 

The blaring noise made you flinch, then grip your guns harder as you prepared to face Ever. 

The first scientist came in, the one that was just talking to Ever outside. He frantically looked around but before he could catch you, you smacked him upside the head with your pistol. 

Then came the man you were truly waiting for. He ran into the room and you triggered the mechanism that would shut the door. 

“Hello Ever,” You smiled, twirling one of your guns. “I’ve been looking for you.”

He was still reeling from the shock of the alarm. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“Who I am isn’t important. What matters to me is that you tried to harm Sylus, and I don’t take too kindly to that.”

“What could I possibly have to do with that criminal?”

“He’s a threat to you isn’t he? Unpredictable, cunning, skilled. If he decides that you’re his next target, there’s nothing stopping him.”

“He has no reason to target me. He was simply a bug that had to be crushed.”

A warning shot rang out. 

Ever flinched. 

“I know about the frenzy enhancers. I know how you faked the mission debrief to catch Sylus alone and off guard. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t target you the same way.”

Ever eyed your gun, then met your steely gaze. “My empire will come after you. They’ll never stop.” 

You tilted your head, raising your gun to his chest. “But what is a body without its head.” Then you fired. 

It was a shame you couldn’t draw this out longer, but alas you had a time constraint. 

After making sure the bullet had done its job, you triggered the door mechanism again and went back to where you previously hid. 

You watched the panicked scientists rush in and used the chaos to sneak out. 

Your job was done, and it was time to head home. 

- - 

You broke back into your home using the back door you used to get out. 

You quietly stepped into your closet, changed into comfortable clothes, and tip-toed into the bedroom to lie next to Sylus before he woke up. 

Slowly, you crawled into bed and lay down facing him, cuddling close to bury your face into his chest. 

“Had a nice trip kitten?” His voice came from above you. 

“Shut up I’m tired,” You murmured. “When did you wake up anyway, that pill was strong.” 

“You forget I’ve trained myself against poisons, a little melatonin does nothing. But I’m sure you’ll pass out pretty quick after the field trip you’ve had tonight. Hunting down one of my worst foes? You’re a feisty one aren’t you?” 

“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” you mumbled into his chest. “And you kill for your job without any hesitation, why shouldn’t I do the same for you?” 

“Well that’s just what I have to do to survive in this world darling,” Sylus said. “You have a choice.” 

“What we have to do,” You amended. “We’re in this together, whether you like it or not.” 

He chuckled. “I didn’t know you’d go to such lengths for me kitten.” 

You look up and hold his gaze, unwavering. “I would do anything for you.” 

Sylus wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, his warm breath against your ear as he kissed your temple. “It’s both cute and incredibly hot how you fight for my honour sweetie.” 

You smiled, burying your face back into his muscular pecs. “All for you darling.” 

A moment of silence passed with both of you basking in each others’ presence. Then- 

“And I must say kitten, this was probably one of the best Valentines Day presents you could’ve given me today.” 

[ilovecatilinclark]

Coaching

Diana Taurasi x Reader

based off of this request

You and Diana have been rivals for the longest time since all the way back to Uconn. as the year has passed and the longer you both been in the W and during off season you were both asked to coach for some of the colleges. You both couldn't say no as you both saw how these girls admired you both, soon both starting to start coaching when it was off season for the both of you.

As your team soon had a competition against Diana's, you soon got off the bus and went inside to check out the gym while your kids went to the locker room to check out the place and to get ready. You soon spotted Diana "look who it is" she came up to you. As you walked towards her. You guys have teased each other a lot through both of your careers.

"It's been quite some time since I saw you D" you said to her. "Yes it has been sweetheart" she said to you smiling. as you gave her a quick hug you walked back to your team starting to help give them a prep talk. You felt her eyes trail behind you watching you, you both secretly harbored feelings for each other but never acted out on both not mentioning it. Even with the media also creating and making it seem like your rivalry is big a thing.

As you finished prepping your team you saw Taurasi come up to you "already giving a prep talk" she said to you. "Yeah" you replied back trying to not pay attention focusing on your team warming up. As the game soon started one of the Diana's players soon fouled one of your players. As the more the game continued Diana would sometimes walk up to you and tease you on the game. Asking if you taught your players those moves. As she recognized them "Is that a move you taught them" she asked laughing as you tried to ignore her. "No need to stay quite Mouse" she said.

As soon half time came you and Diana were going to check on your team till you saw Diana and one of the refs arguing. You knew this was how Diana would always some how be arguing as this happened with every game you played with her. You soon joined in the conversation to try to save the ref from Diana and her wrath.

As you soon got the ref and Diana to calm down she looked at you "still always soft mouse" that was a name Diana had called you since your college days as she was always like a cat towards you and you were always like a mouse. As you giggled you patted her back "Still always arguing" you said as you walked her back to her team before you went back to yours.

As the game continued you felt Diana being much more flirty with you as when she would try to pass by you or go back she would always put her hands on your waist to move you aside. Or when she would purposely lean into you closely and making your lips almost touch.

Soon after the game you both went to go to press, as you sat down you got asked a question "So Y/n what do you think of Taurasi teaching" they asked you. "I really believe her teaching is better and that her players play really well but maybe she should adapt her players skills to her game" you laughed at her. As she smiled at you she said "like you can be talking" she said back.

As another question came it was for Diana this time. "So Diana what do you think of not jut playing against Y/n on the court but also with other players" they asked. "Um yeah I think its's pretty fun to see her help future generations but I gotta say its pretty annoying to see her face everyday" she says

As other questions flowed you soon got this question you were surprised to get. "So you both were pretty touchy during todays game is there something between you" one of the reporters asked. Before you could respond you felt your face turn red as you looked at Diana she answered. "No nothing changed but it would be really lovely if you went on a date with me" she said winking at you as she left the conference room as you soon followed."Oh btw Taurasi I'll meet you at the lobby later see you later for this date" you said as you smiled as you saw her smile back.

[celestialalpacaron]

Ayo, someone by the name of Curly-B-Blog is redlining art of yours from 2020 (while pretending that it's actually Sai Scribble's work), and kind of being a dick about it. just thought you should know.

You know, originally I was just gonna brush it off, but then I went back to look at my old SU art from 2020 and did so much self reflection from then till now.

I think this was around the time I was just learning how to do perspective and tried to use the perspective tool on Procreate for the first time? :0 and I remember telling Sai “Sai I have this STUPID idea, I CANT believe it this stupid joke it’s so DUMBBBB, it’s living rent free in my BRAIN I SWEAR THIS IS GONNA BE SO STUPID DCIUWHEFIUWHIRFUIW4F” and being super excited to show her the finished product. People still think Sai created the Cursed Skin Gloves comic and I think it’s hilarious wjhwnuhwijwuiw

The comic was received very well and it made LOTS of people laugh and I’m still proud of this comic to this very day! :D and tbh if it wasn’t for my obsession for Sai’s Switcheroo AU I never would have found my passion in comic work! (love you you stinky hoe @saiscribbles 🩷)

HOWEVER…. I definitely still had lots to learn! I wasn’t very good at perspective at the time I’ll admit, but I was definitely having lots of fun learning :3

And throughout the past 4 years, ALOT has happened.

I graduated from college with TWO fancy pieces of expensive papers in Visual Development in Animation and Illustration learning from Will Kim and Jeff Soto, and as a I was working with the funny voice man Cougar MacDowall as a comic/story artist and reached in total around 7 million views for my fan series FNAF Security Malware Breached (it was even #21 on the trending list around the time of my birthday 🩷 what a lovely gift), had an insane opportunity to work with Mike Geno and with the voice cast from The Amazing Digital Circus for a fan song as a background and character asset artist, Vivienne Medrano liking and sharing my silly Overlord Husk AU comics, currently on my route to getting my certificate from Aaron Blaise’s Character design program and graduating from Marc Brunet Art School, and now I am completing my first year as professional colorist and art assistant for my storyboard and comic mentor Michelle Lam, aka Mewtripled! (Also I’ll be heading out to Lightbox Expo 2024 on October 26 with Michelle and the team so if y’all ever wanna meetup hahahajaj wink wink wink wink wink)

So you can say I learned ALOT and I enjoyed every minute of what I do :D I try to be humble about my accomplishments because blah blah being humble good yes yes but this time I wanna be selfish and say HELL YEAH I DID ALL THIS!!! AND IM SO EXTREMELY PROUD OF MYSELF FIUGEIURGERGGRS

Now here’s my most recent comic page that I posted like 2 days ago without the text.

That’s pretty freakin wild to me, I can’t believe I used to draw Steven Universe art like that back in 2020 LOL LIKE GUYS I DREW THIS!! WITH!!! MY HANDS!!! IS THAT NOT INSANE!!!???

Anyways moral of the story:

Learn from everyone and everything! Yes, even then mean ones too! If you can learn to work with anyone, I promise you’ll get to where you want to be faster. People can be a little mean on the internet, but that shouldn’t stop you from being where you want to be in the future. I’m so EXTREMELY grateful for all the opportunities and to all the kind professionals who were willing to give me a chance. Seriously, I’m so graciously thankful for everything, and I hope everyone here will support me and my silly little comics I will do now and in the future!

And one more thing:

Don’t be a jerk. Be to be nice to everyone :D nothing good comes out when you’re bad to everyone.

[nanaslutt]

NSFW alphabet w/ Uraume

ʚ cont: afab nonbinary Uraume, fem reader

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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A- Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Uraume is pretty disoriented after sex so they rely a lot on you to bring them down. They kinda stiffen up at first, unsure how to take the comfort and reassurance of your words and actions, but after a while of being together, they grow accustomed to it. In the unlikely change Uraume tops, they are so attentive afterward.

Lots of praise and kisses, all of which they learned from you. They hold your face in their hands and make you look at them as they tell you how good you did while wiping the sweat from your face. You two usually bathe together afterward, typically with you sitting behind them in the too-small tub, squished together as you rub a washcloth over their soft skin, cleaning them of any fluids stuck to their skin. Overall, very soft.

B- Body part (Their favorite part of their own, and their partner's body)

I don't think Uraume is very conscious of their own body, too focused on making sure their king is cared for, but if they had to say it would probably be their hands since they use them to do so much for their king. On their partner's body, I think they like their neck the most.

I can see Uraume getting overwhelmed easily during sex and clinging to your neck instinctively when you kiss or have sex, their hands always finding the nape of your next when you go down on them. It's so familiar to them. They love to run their fingers down your neck and the top of your spine when it peaks out from under your kimono, teasing you as they walk by.

C- Cum (Anything to do with cum)

They're a squirter and I will preach this till the day I die. Uraume didn't even know they could squirt, or really what it was until you were jackhammering your fingers against their g-spot rapidly, not giving them a second to breathe and they were cumming all over you, a clear stream of their arousal spraying out from their cunt, splashing on yours and their own body and making a mess of the sheets below. 

Their eyes were so out of focus and they had the cutest confused and mortified look on their face as they looked to you, gasping as if to ask what just happened, afraid they just... did something weird. After lots of reassurance and explaining, they calmed down, but that doesn't mean each time you make them squirt they get irrationally embarrassed, covering their face with their arms or burring it into the pillows when you fuck them or eat them out from the back.

Uruame gets wet so easily, just from the suggestion alone of having sex or doing things of the like has them throb between their thighs, their wetness collecting quickly as taboo scenarios play through their head. Their orgasms are so intense too, never failing to leave their legs shaking and their poor lungs gasping for air as they struggle to catch their breath. And they cum for so long, even if they finish before you, if you're right on their tail they're almost always still cumming even after you finish.  

D- Dirty secret 

Uraume secretly wants you to be rough with them, like really rough. They want you to tie them up tightly, completely immobilizing them while you fuck into them with no mercy, abusing their poor g-spot. Being slapped while in missionary or getting spanked while thrown over your knee, are both fantasies they think about frequently. 

Degradation, leg humping, whipping, manhandling- they're a secret sadist but are too shy to actually tell you everything they want you to do to them. Maybe one day you'll get them to spill and tell you all the nasty shit they want you to do, but Uruame has a reputation to uphold. They're calm, collected, and modest. How would you react if you found out your shy little partner was actually a pervert who wanted to be shoved around? They were too nervous to find out the answer right now.

E- Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

Absolutely not no, zero experience at all. They need 110% of your guidance. You're making the first moves, you're teaching them and learning with them what feels good for them, etc. Eventually, after enough time together, they'll become more comfortable with initiating and being on top in the bedroom, but in the beginning, you need to guide their every move, and they're practically shaking like a leaf while you do. 

F- Favorite position 

Any position where they can see your face. They love seeing your expressions as you're getting them off. Seeing your aroused face turns them on more than anything, and they love being able to grab and touch you when they need to, so positions, where you're facing each other, tend to be a go-to for the both of you. I can see Uraume loving scissoring for that exact reason. They're so close to you, you're touching your most intimate parts together while your bodies are entangled with one another, and they have a direct view of your face and are free to grope at your body as they please. 

 A close second would be doggy/ prone bone, especially when you're fucking them with a strap or your fingers. Positions from the back feel so intense for them and make it easier for them to get off, but a downside is they don't get to see your face. Usually though, when you put them in a position from the back it's because you're pent up/ frustrated, meaning you'll go rougher. So a lot of the time when you're giving it to them from the back, you're going so hard it makes them go a little dumb, so they aren't as able to think about how they miss your face so much as you wipe their thoughts clean with your fingers/strap. 

G- Goofy (Are they more serious, or humerous during sex?)

Uraume is not goofy at all during sex, they're too focused and nervous for that. While you might be teasing them or tickling them, trying to get them to loosen up, they would be far too aroused to see the humor in a situation like that. 

H- Hair (Are they well groomed down there? Does the carpet match the drapes?

I went back and forth on this for a bit, but I think Uraume keeps their hair a little longer down there. They keep it neat and clean looking, cleaning up around their cunt and whatnot, but I think they have a nice triangle tuff of hair down there, and yes... it's white. Even before you, Uraume kept it clean and tidy down there. Always wanting to look as presentable as possible even in places no one would see.  

I- Intamacy (How are they in the moment? The romantic aspect?)

Uraume is so loving during sex. When their mind isn't absolutely clouded by pleasure they're kissing your body anywhere their lips can reach, caressing your skin, whispering how much they appreciate you in your ear, it's so soft. Once the actual act of sex happens though, things are a little more teasing and nasty with more vulgar dirty talk from both of you.

Of course though, like I mentioned before, they love when you get rough with them. So when you do, forcing them to talk up to you or do more embarrassing things, like putting the strap in themselves and riding you, things get a little less romantic and more needy and carnal, but during both scenarios, there are plenty of words of reassurance and prays being spewed, so the romance is always present. 

J- Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Uraume doesn't get off often, and I can't picture them fingering themselves much when they do it. Maybe one finger, but their fingers are too small to bring them the amount of pleasure that they'd like, and they aren't completely sure what they're supposed to do to make themself feel good on the inside, so their go-to is to play with their clit. 

Uraume masturbates maybe once or twice a month. They're too preoccupied with their job to worry about their own needs, so touching themself is always at the back of their mind. Only after a long, when they're sitting in a warm back, head tipped against the back of the tub, do they realize they feel a different kind of heat in their body, and it's not from the water.

They're so quiet when they get off, not wanting to risk anyone hearing them do such a thing. Their face gets sooo flushed and screwed into such a pretty pleasured expression as they sneak their hand between their thighs and separate their legs just enough to give themself enough room to rub their clit in quick circles.

Uruame also doesn't know how to take it slow and really enjoy the pleasure they're feeling, always so focused on cumming as fast as possible, so it never takes them more than a few minutes, if that, to cum. They usually get off in the bath because the water sloshing hides any heavy breaths that slip through their lips, and the bath area is further away from any people than their living quarters are, making it so they'll be totally uninterrupted when they do so. 

K- Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

Absolutly massive praise kink. Anytime you whisper "Doing so good for me Uraume.", "You're so pretty like this.", "Takin' it so well", they practically go dumb in the head. They get so shy and red-faced when they hear you utter those words, and they might act like they're so embarrassed or they hate it, but you know their true feelings.

When you're pounding your fingers against Uraume's g-spot, your body pressed on top of theirs, as you hold their head with your other hand, keeping your mouths close together, just barely grazing your lips with theirs and you whisper, "You always feel so good around me." They can't help but wrap their arms around your neck and crash your lips together, too overwhelmed by your words. 

It's so reassuring for them to hear your praise and words of affirmation especially when they're the one making you feel good. Whether they're sucking on your clit, or teasing your nipples, they can't help but throb between their thighs and feel a strong sense of comfort and pride wash over them when you tell them how good they're doing.

L- Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom or bathroom. Uraume prefers to be completely alone when they're engaging in sexual acts with you, especially afraid Sukuna might catch the two of you and ruin her image, not like he would care much, but Uraume can't help but overthink when it comes to her lord. Something about you sitting behind them in the bath while you kiss their sensitive, reddening ears as you rub their clit like they're so familiar with in this same setting makes them dizzy.

It's so comfortable for them, the only difference is you take your time with them, working their body up before you go anywhere near their pussy, then drawing out their orgasm as long as possible, wanting them to really feel and experience their pleasure properly. They hate when you tease them like that, especially because they're so used to cumming so fast, but you don't care, ignoring all their pleas to cum while you rub their clit, having to stop every couple of seconds to make sure they don't finish without your permission. 

M- Modivation (What turns them on/ gets them going?)

As much as they deny it, Uraume loves it when you tease them. Their heartbeat is the only thing they hear in their ears when you run your fingers up their thigh, under their kimono. Swallowing hard when you smile so sweetly at them as you rub their earlobe between your fingers. 

Uraume is also a huge fan of your chest. Anytime you wear something that reveals your cleavage and a little bit of your breast, they can't help but stare. They know it's rude but you won't notice anyways. Too busy talking to some random group of people to notice their eyes hungrily taking in your tits, their cunt throbbing as they oggle you without your knowledge, not like you would care.

N- No (Something they wouldn't do)

I can't see them being into public sex at all. Sure they sometimes enjoy the thrill of you teasing them by whispering things like "Imagine if someone were to walk in right now and see you like this, what would they think seeing you so disheveled? Hm?" but they only don't mind it because they know it would never happen. No one is going to walk into their quarters unannounced, and no one will ever see them in that state but you. 

O- Oral (Preference on giving/ receiving etc.)

Uraume loves having you eat them out. You get pretty teasing and withhold their orgasm a lot while fingering, but when you eat them out, they're allowed to cum as many times as they want because you aren't stopping until you want to stop. Their taste is too addicting. 

Of course, they love eating you out too though. Since you're usually the dominant one in the relationship, it's nice to see you squirming and whining in pleasure from their tongue and fingers. It sends a rush of adrenaline through their veins, they can't get enough. Don't even get them started on face-sitting. They would happily die with your cunt smothering their mouth. Maybe it's part of their secret love for being degraded or treated roughly, but they love seeing you use their face for your pleasure and feel the weight of your body on top of them. Overall it's pretty 50/50.

P- Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

When you're the one in control, things go a little faster, which Uruame doesn't mind. They love being manhandled and having rough, needy sex, it's disorienting in a good way and makes them feel all hot all over from how badly you need them. If you let them on top to riding your strap and give them full control of the pace, they're a little slower. Their poor thighs get tired quickly, and the silicone cock reaches so deep inside them it can be too much sometimes, so they take it a little slower. 

If things don't go past oral and fingering though, things are a little slower and more sensual. Filled with lots of praise, soft kisses, and handholding, which they still don't know how to fully accept, but they grow to love it over time. It's the same for scissoring too, it's a lot slower and more focused on talking each other through it and trying to figure out what feels best for the both of you.

Q- Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are not common in your relationship at all. Uraume takes a long time to come down from their high, and quickies don't exactly give you a lot of time to help them with that. So whenever quickies happen it's usually Uraume getting you off and not the other way around, but you make sure to make it up to them and reward them for making you feel so good later when you have more time.

R- Risk (Are they game to take risks? Do they take risks? Etc.)

I already answered this, see letter N for more. Despite what I said there... I think I can see you eating them out in a closet or something, but it only happened once, and no one was in that area of the building. 

S- Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

Because of their reversed curse technique, they can keep up with your stamina fairly well. Sometimes though, if they get too fucked out or pussydrunk, they forget to use their reversed curse technique and just lay dead against the sheets in exhaustion, so the session would usually end there in that case. 

Like I said before, Uraume cums sooo fast. They're so sensitive and it never takes much to get them off. If you're just pleasuring them from penetration I think it takes a little longer to get them there, but they're still capable of cumming that way and doing it fairly quickly. If you suck on their clit and do nothing but that, just batting your tongue against the little bud, they'll be doubling over and digging your nails against your scalp in under a minute. 

T- Toys (Do they own any toys? Do they use them?)

Uraume doesn't own any toys of their own, but you have a strap and a few attachments that you both use. They would like to try more, like blindfolds, shibari, whips, and things like that, but once again are too scared to bring it up. 

I think their favorite toy you've used with them so far though would have to be a double-ended dildo. When you brought it out and explained what it was and how to use it, they turned bright red. Considering how much Uruame already loves scissoring, this was a dream come true. Their eyes were glued to the part of 

the toy that was getting sucked inside your greedy cunt, and they even dared to imagine it was their cock they were fucking you with, making them reach their own orgasm even faster. 

U- Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Whenever Uraume tops, they're so teasing. After all, they learned from the best. Especially when they eat you out, they love sucking on your clit and bringing you right up to the edge before pulling away or directing their attention to another part of your cunt. Your rare submissive-looking face only makes them want to tease you more, making them rub their fingers around your entrance before slowly pushing in, bit by bit.

If they're feeling mischievous during sex though, they'll pinch your nipples to catch you off guard, or whisper something in your ear that makes you moan out loud. Uruame can be sneaky sometimes, it just depends on their mood and if you did something that day that made them want to tease you.

V- Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

It took Uraume a long time to let their voice out during sex. Lots of choked moans and gasps left their lips before the sound could be fully formed, out of embarrassment. They're not super loud even once they finally let their sounds out, but lots of heavy breathing and soft whimpers that make up for it.

When you use the strap on them though, they get a bit loud. Especially if you fuck them from the back, ramming the cockhead right into their sweet spot, making their toes curl and their jaw drop in a scream of pleasure. They're also not one to curse much, in their day to day either. Maybe a few stutters 'shit''s here and there, but no other cursing.

They can be quite talkative during sex too. Not on their own though, but they're extremely receptive when you talk to them. Any dirty talk from you or teasing rhetorical questions gets swiftly answered by Uraume, even if they're fucked out beyond belief. They do like to tell you over and over how good it feels, or whine a sweet 'right there!' when you hit their good spot, but longer phrases of dirty talk make them embarrassed, so they're more rare.

X- X-ray (What's going on under those clothes?)

Uraume is pretty petite, and they have small breasts to match their body. Their cunt is so perfect it's hard to believe it's real sometimes. Their clit gets so swollen and peaks out from under the hood when they get aroused. Their cunt is a pretty light pink color and gets a little dark with their arousal as well. They get soooo wet and are constantly leaking, their arousal sticking to their folds every time you pry them open to get a better look at them.

Overall just the prettiest, cutest pussy you've ever seen. It certainly matches their cute face.

Y- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It was almost nonexistent before they met you, but now they can get aroused at the drop of a hat. Ever since experiencing pleasure with you, they crave you often. They don't always act on their urges but just a glance at you has them blushing as memories of the previous nights you've spent together flood their brain. 

Z- Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

I think they can stay up for a good while after sex. Uraume is so used to taking care of everything, preparing things for Sukuna, being at his beck and call, cleaning, and cooking, they can handle a little exhaustion. Plus, after sex, their mind is running a million miles a minute and they really need your help to bring them down, but once they're all cleaned up and full of your praise, they're out. 

[cxvii666]

“nokia”

college au! denki kaminari + hanta sero x reader

“where's the function?" “—where the fuck the function?” “send the addy—” “where the fuck the function???”

wc: 3.7k

part of the hoe cakes - EP

...starting track

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.....

"guess who just got that big cashmoneyyyyy!!!"

denki kaminari, to much surprise of those who don't know him so well, is an early riser.

that's not to say that the blonde's sleep schedule isn't completely out of wack, because it is. late nights that could barely be counted as nights, more like extremely early mornings, are not infrequent to him. most days he's up till 2am on his playstation, or playing minecraft on his laptop, or rewatching the same three movies.

but he's always up before 7am.

fuelled by nictotine, caffeine, (sometimes ketamine), and sheer willpower.

he enjoys getting up with the sun, the quiet of the house at dawn.

it's peaceful in a way nothing else is. he gets to attempt at quieting his mind. sometimes he's downstairs before bakugou goes on his morning run, so he makes the guy his favourite disgustingly green multivitamin shakes, and in return receives quiet instruction, general life advice, and insightful words of wisdom from the other blonde. because they are both calm in a way they're normally not.

hanta sero, on the other hand, is a master of the lay in. you won't see him before 2pm on a regular day, he'll be upstairs in his room, snoozing, snoring, drooling into his pillow, until either his stomach wakes him up and he leaves his dungeon of his own accord, in search of food or an energy drink, or, someone gets sent up to check on him, to make sure he's not dead or something like that.

on this particular morning, hanta had stumbled downstairs just after midday, slightly buzzing because he had finally bought the pair of sneakers he'd been eyeing up for the last week.

he flops onto the couch, a gangly pile of long limbs and messy brown hair, knocking denki on the leg accidentally-on-purpose. denki looks up briefly, over the top of his book, from where he's resting in the corner of the couch and acknowledges his friend with a nod.

"'bit early for you, ain't it," the blonde mumbles, the frame of his reading glasses slipping slightly as he turns the page.

"shaddup." is all he receives from hanta in return, who then takes a swig of his redbull like he's tryna give himself wings.

"dude, did you hear what i just said?" hanta yawns out, lazily kicking his feet up to rest on the blonde's shin, "the bag just got dropped in my bank account."

"what, you finally got that uber eats refund?" denki snorts, eyes still focused on the printed words on the page, he has to finish this chapter now, else he won't pick the book back up for another two weeks.

"don't be funny," hanta laments, thinking of the food that never got delivered, the money that was never returned, "and fuck uber, fuck the government." denki rolls his eyes at the rant he's already heard, "what do they get out of torturing underpaid students, huh? no loyalty in this game."

"what game?" denki replies, nearly at the end of the page.

"the game of life," he drawls back dryly. "you finish that chapter yet? i wanna go for a smoke."

"almost, the mc is pissing me off though, i don't know if i can finish this."

"what's the book?"

"pride and prejudice."

hanta whistles low and long, head tilted as he picks his phone back up to open depop. "damn," he mutters, thumb pausing over a blurry jpeg of a hoodie that definitely doesn’t justify the £85 price tag, "sorry, mister classic literature."

denki doesn't even glance up. he just hums, flipping another page with the careful indifference of someone pretending they’re not rereading the same paragraph for the third time.

they fall into silence — not heavy, just easy — filled only by the soft tap-tap-tap of hanta’s screen and the occasional creak of the old couch when one of them shifts. sunlight slants through the living room blinds, catching on dust motes and the curl of denki’s blonde hair as he leans deeper into the cushions, glasses slipping slightly down his nose.

hanta’s sprawled out beside him, legs stretched halfway off the couch, socked feet resting dangerously close to denki’s side. he’s locked in, zoned out, scrolling through overpriced streetwear resellers hawking one-of-one drops and faded zip-ups from some underground german brand he can’t even pronounce.

the quiet’s broken by the sharp snap of a book closing.

“you got funds for said smoke?” denki asks, voice dry, already reaching for his phone.

“i haven’t picked up yet,” hanta replies without looking up.

“that’s not what i asked.”

“you’re so annoying.”

“i was gonna text shinsou. he came back yesterday, i’m sure he’s got at least an eighth on him.”

hanta stretches, joints popping. “then yeah. tell him i’ll bank transfer.”

denki raises an eyebrow. “so you do have smoke money.”

hanta tosses his phone up, catches it against his chest. “what did i say earlier? the bag got dropped.”

a beat.

denki glances at his phone, brows lifting. “oh shit. it’s the 30th.”

“there he is,” hanta grins, already anticipating it. “and you know what that means—”

“we got paiddddd” denki sing-songs, jumping up just enough to do a half-assed shoulder shimmy.

hanta kills the moment immediately, as he always does, with a well-timed scoff and a raised brow. “we? bro, who’s this we you speak of?”

denki freezes mid-dance, blinking. “we… like, you and me?” he gestures between them helplessly. “that’s, like, basic grammar, i fear.”

“i mean,” hanta says, voice climbing mock-dramatically, “there is no ‘we’, okay? you don’t have to spend all your free time in that stupid stockroom. ‘sero can you come in today?’ ‘sero we need a full size range of xyz’ ‘sero can you take the bins out?’ ‘sero can you close the store tonight and then open the next morning’—NO. fuck that.”

denki snorts, trying and failing to hide the smirk pulling at his mouth.

hanta sees it and narrows his eyes. “unemployed bastard. shut the fuck up.”

“okay, okay, relax, bruh,” denki says, holding up both hands. “you know what?”

“…what?”

“we should go out tonight.”

“are you kidding? i thought we were locking in. don’t you have, like, five assignments due next—”

“no thoughts. only vibes.”

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

by 9pm they’re crammed around a too-small, sticky round table in a bar that smells like old wood and spilled citrus. the lighting’s low and uneven, all weird amber glows and exposed wires, and the music is some indie playlist that’s trying a little too hard to be ironic. something with a harmonica plays over the speakers, no one knows the words, but everyone knows the vibe: overpriced, under-cleaned, maybe cool in a way that’s embarrassing if you think about it too long.

denki’s halfway into his second tequila soda, slouched back against the booth with his knees knocking into hanta’s. his eyes are glassy, hair a little damp at the temples, grinning like someone just told him the funniest joke in the world and he’s still recovering.

hanta’s beside him, obviously crossfaded. talking too loud, gesturing too big with a joint in his hand, cheeks flushed pink from a cocktail that had way more liquor than mixer. he’s half on the seat and half off, manspreading shamelessly and knocking into denki every time he tries to make a point.

kiri’s on denki’s other side, balanced on a chair that definitely wasn’t made for his size, nursing a beer that’s already gone warm, launching into some dramatic story about how he “definitely tore something” at the gym last week.

“nah dude, i swear, i was just squatting and something snapped—”

“your common sense,” bakugou mutters from across the table, not looking up from the glass of whiskey he’s been babysitting for the past twenty minutes.

“fuck off, man,” kirishima laughs, clapping him hard on the shoulder, “just ‘cause i’m built different—”

“built stupid,” bakugou corrects, finally glancing up, eyes narrowed like he’s considering whether the redhead needs to be thrown out the window or just insulted more thoroughly.

shinsou’s wedged between bakugou and the wall, hoodie hood up, sipping something dark and bitter with the look of a man who’s about to start dissociating. he hasn't said much since they sat down, just making faces into his glass every time someone raises their voice — which is often.

denki points across the table suddenly, finger wobbling as he focuses on bakugou. “i’m just saying,” he slurs, “you’re, like, objectively the hottest out of all of us, and that’s so unfair because you’re also mean and rich.”

bakugou doesn’t even blink. just flips him off slowly, deliberately, like he’s done it so many times it’s lost all meaning.

“i think i’m the hottest,” hanta says, almost spilling his drink on his lap. “in a, like, mysterious way. like… the kinda hot that sneaks up on you.”

“you’re hot in a raccoon-at-3am kinda way,” shinsou mutters into his drink without missing a beat.

hanta pauses. considers. “thank you?”

kiri claps him on the back like he just won a prize. “you’ve got that haunted twink energy. it works for you.”

hanta makes a face like he’s been personally victimised. “okay wow, homophobic and accurate. you guys are on thin fuckin ice.”

they all laugh — loud and messy — drawing a few annoyed looks from the couple at the next table over. denki knocks his knee against hanta’s and hiccups once, eyes fluttering closed like the room’s starting to spin just slightly.

then he suddenly lurches forward, forehead thunking onto the sticky wood of the table as he groans, “can we go somewhere else? shinsou, your internship aged you like milk. i feel like we’re thirty-five. i wanna move. i wanna dance. i want fun.”

“then go,” shinsou says, without even lifting his head.

denki doesn’t even hesitate. he’s already got his phone out, dialing with shaking hands and tequila optimism. he holds the phone to his ear like it owes him money.

“this is gonna end badly,” hanta whispers to kirishima, grinning wide.

“denki, babe, what’s up?” mina answers on the second ring, her voice loud with bass and laughter and probably a little champagne.

“where are you? save me. i’m surrounded by clinically depressed men and i need a serotonin shot.”

“club downtown with the girls. music’s fire. drinks are pink. get your ass here.”

“we’re on our way.”

he hangs up like he just solved a crime and slaps his palm down on the table. “mina’s at the club. we’re going. sero, get up.”

“say less,” hanta says, already trying to climb over the bench with the grace of a baby giraffe.

“absolutely not,” bakugou growls, right as kiri fist-pumps with a too-loud, “hell yeah!”

shinsou sighs like he’s dying, then tips the rest of his drink back like it might bring him peace.

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

they leave the bar like a storm — noisy, uncoordinated, half-drunk and dramatic. denki’s leading the charge, coat flapping behind him like a cape as he marches toward the curb, phone in hand and eyes bright with mission.

“someone call a ride,” shinsou mutters, already regretting this.

“on it,” hanta announces, immediately opening instagram instead of uber. “wait, no, shit.”

“i’ll do it,” bakugou growls, snatching the phone out of hanta’s hand. “you idiots’ll end up the other side of the fuckin' country.”

“wow,” hanta says, mock-offended, “it’s giving control issues.”

“it’s giving i don’t want to die in a ditch tonight,” bakugou snaps.

kiri’s standing too close to the street, waving his arms. “is this legal if i flag one down like a taxi—”

“it’s a rideshare, bro!” denki yells, exasperated. “you don’t just... wave at random cars!”

“what if it’s the vibe though?”

the car arrives miraculously only five minutes later, a silver prius that has seen better days. they pile in like a jenga tower mid-collapse — kirishima practically sitting on shinsou, hanta in the middle seat with both elbows out like he owns the place, denki leaning his whole body across the row to yell something incoherent out the window. bakugou slams the door shut with unnecessary force and glares at the driver like sorry in advance.

the entire ride is chaos.

denki insists on playing music and ends up blasting a playlist called “feral thot energy.” hanta starts freestyle rapping over it, badly. kiri tries to harmonize. shinsou has his head against the window with the thousand-yard stare of a man who has made several mistakes in life.

“this is the kind of night where legends are born,” denki declares, arm draped around hanta’s shoulder like a drunk prom date.

“it’s the kind of night where someone gets kicked out of a club,” shinsou mutters.

“same difference.”

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

the club hits them like a wave — sound and sweat and heat and light. music thrums through the floor, vibrating up through their shoes, a pulsing beat that makes your ribs buzz. everything’s cast in blue and purple and gold strobe. bodies packed tight, the air thick with perfume, alcohol, and cheap fog machine mist.

mina spots them first — she’s glowing, standing on the low couch in a VIP booth like it’s a stage, waving her drink and grinning like she owns the place. she yells something they can’t hear and beckons them over.

they shove their way through the crowd, hands on shoulders, stumbling into strangers. hanta gets distracted by a girl in platform boots and nearly crashes into a server. kiri’s already hyping himself up, bouncing to the beat, dragging bakugou by the wrist with zero shame.

shinsou disappears into the dark like a shadow, muttering something about getting a drink and being “less near all of you.”

denki’s still laughing when he sees you.

his brain short-circuits. just flatlines for a second.

you’re across the room, leaning against the bar with a drink in hand, face lit up in electric violet from the LED strip beneath the counter. you’re laughing — at what, he doesn’t know — and you look good. criminally good. all done up and shining like you were dipped in starlight and eyeliner.

denki halts mid-step, grabbing hanta’s arm like it’s the only thing anchoring him to earth.

"holy shit."

hanta blinks, following his gaze. he spots you instantly. his entire vibe shifts in half a second.

denki’s shoulders stiffen. hanta’s grin tilts, almost smug.

they don’t say a word — but the battle lines are drawn.

denki smooths his shirt down and straightens up, already plotting, because tonight just got way more interesting.

"bro," the brown eyed boy drawls, his normally nonchalant tone cracking, "you’re joking."

"i’m not. she’s here. she’s right fucking there."

they both just stand there for a beat, frozen in place like idiots in a teen movie.

"we knew this might happen," hanta says, knocking back a too-big sip of his drink like it’ll help. "she’s friends with mina. and mina lives here. and we are, unfortunately, also here."

denki groans, scrubbing a hand down his face. "okay but what do we do?"

"we don’t panic," hanta says, clearly starting to panic. "you like her. i like her. classic romcom setup. we wingman each other. bros helping bros."

"that never works."

"you’re right. but i’m already a teensy bit faded, so my judgment is impaired. let’s do it anyway."

they fist bump like absolute morons. it’s unspoken, the truce. the agreement. the absolute guaranteed disaster they’re about to unleash on themselves.

“denki,” hanta hisses suddenly as they're making their way over to the bar, grabbing his friend by the shoulder like he’s about to keep him from walking into traffic. “don’t do the eyebrow thing. it makes you look insane.”

denki freezes mid-step, brow raised just slightly, lips twitching in what was clearly meant to be a smolder but lands somewhere between drunken anime villain and confused raccoon. his bleached hair is slightly damp from the humidity of the club, strands clinging to his forehead, cheeks already pink with tequila and ego.

“what eyebrow thing?” he says innocently, blinking way too much.

“that thing where you raise one and try to smolder. you look like a drunk ferret.”

denki looks genuinely offended. “you’re so full of shit.”

“don’t fight me on this right now,” hanta says, standing tall, long limbs graceful in that lazy way only he can pull off — baggy jeans slung low, silver chain flashing under the neon. “focus. you’re acting like this is a final boss level. relax.”

before denki can retaliate, you spot them.

your grin is immediate — wide, familiar, a little sharp at the edges like you already know something they don’t. you’re leaning against the bar like you own the place, glass in hand, lips glossy, eyes flicking between the two of them like you’re trying to decide who to bully first.

“well, well, well,” you say, raising your drink. “look who crawled out of the sad boy table.”

“we got tired of being emotionally repressed,” denki replies with a grin, already sliding closer. his chain catches the light, and there’s a faint glitter on his cheek like he walked through a cloud of mina’s body spray.

“also the drinks here are pink. i couldn’t resist.”

“pink drinks do hit different,” you concede, tipping your glass to him.

hanta leans in on the other side of you, effortlessly cool, one elbow braced on the bar like he’s done this a hundred times before — because he has. he flashes a lazy smile. “so who’s your friend?”

you glance sideways, and the guy you’d been chatting with is already edging away like a guy smart enough to take a hint. “just someone mina introduced. he’s chill. not as entertaining as you two, apparently.”

they both beam at that — practically glowing.

and for a while, it’s good.

you talk, or more accurately, yell over the pounding bass. denki shoves a round of lemon drop shots into everyone’s hands like he’s on a mission from god. hanta makes a joke about astrology that makes you snort vodka soda through your nose. denki doubles over laughing and nearly chokes on a lime wedge.

you steal one of his fries when a plate of mystery bar food appears out of nowhere, and he acts like you’ve committed a felony. hanta dramatically narrates a fake backstory for the guy passed out in the booth across the room. it’s chaotic and stupid and loud and fun.

until it stops being that.

it’s little things, at first. denki cuts hanta off halfway through a story, correcting him on some inconsequential detail. hanta retaliates by one-upping him on a joke you weren’t really listening to. denki starts leaning a little too close to you. hanta starts rolling his eyes a little too obviously.

you feel it shift — the air getting tighter.

“you always do this,” hanta mutters later, after denki slides into the booth beside you uninvited, legs brushing yours casually like it’s nothing. “you get weird.”

“i’m not weird,” denki snaps, voice rising just enough to make it obvious that he is.

“you’re doing the thing.”

“what thing?”

“the thing where you pretend to wingman but then you cockblock.”

“you literally just told her i cried during Up.”

“because you did!” hanta says, throwing his arms up. “and it was sweet!”

“it was manipulative.”

“you need therapy.”

you stare at both of them, blinking in mild alarm. “are you guys okay?”

“we’re fine,” they say in unison. then glare at each other.

a beat passes. the silence is immediate and awkward.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you announce, already sliding out of the booth. it’s the emotional equivalent of pulling the fire alarm.

as soon as you’re gone, the mood collapses in on itself like a dying star.

“we’re idiots,” hanta says, rubbing his hand over his face.

“massive idiots,” denki agrees, eyes on the condensation sliding down his glass.

“she probably thinks we’re in love with each other.”

“we are. just not the sexy kind.”

they sit with that. the weight of it. the creeping shame of being two grown men emotionally combusting over a single girl in a bar with glittery walls and a sticky floor.

“you wanna go home?”

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

they stumble into hanta’s room just past midnight, extremely early by their standards, shoes half-kicked off in the doorway, smelling like tequila, sweat, weed, and mutual defeat. the walls glow dimly with the soft wash of purple LEDs, casting shadows over the usual mess — a hoodie draped on the desk chair, empty cans on the windowsill, a pair of skate shoes abandoned under the bed.

denki drops face-first onto the mattress with a dramatic groan. “we blew it.”

“royally,” hanta agrees, toeing off his sneakers and collapsing beside him. “like, worse than the Up thing.”

“i’m never gonna hear the end of the Up thing.”

“you cried so hard," hanta giggles out into the silence.

“don’t start again,” denki mumbles into the blanket. “we’re mourning.”

“mourning what? the shreds of our dignity?”

“that. and the fact that we probably scared her off forever.”

hanta snorts softly. “you think she’ll still come over saturday?”

“she said she would.” denki flips onto his back and stares at the ceiling like it has answers. “you invited her, remember? you were all—come hang, it’ll be chill, we’ll do frozen margaritas, good weed and bad movies.”

“yeah, and you added i’ll make nachos and accidentally seduce you with my helpless little golden retriever charm.”

“it’s not a bit. it’s my burden.”

they lapse into silence again, heads lolling toward each other on the bed, limbs splayed out like they’ve just returned from war.

“you think she’s into you?” hanta asks eventually, voice low, a little too casual to be real.

denki’s quiet for a beat. “i dunno. maybe?”

another pause.

“you?”

hanta lets out a long breath. “maybe.”

they don’t look at each other. they don’t need to. it’s not the first time they’ve liked the same person — just the first time it might actually matter.

“we suck,” denki says again, softer this time.

“at least we suck together.”

"that's so gay."

they fall asleep like that — fully clothed, limbs tangled, laughter still clinging to their skin like the glitter they’ll find in the morning.

...end of playback

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[justabeewithapen]

May I ask for some fic recommendations?

OFC!!! Let me hook you up, starting with the Doey centric fics!! (popping them under a keep reading as it is long haha!)

So KingAggressive (hiiii homie) has some banger fics but I imagine you've already read their most popular one "It's Fine (It isn't Fine)" if not read that, but they recently finished one called "Don't Leave Me" which is about one of the orphans waking up and finding themselves at Safe Haven. Phenomenal time, if you enjoyed having your heart wrenched out or just some well written character interactions (The Doctor is so sadistic it brings me much joy) you'll love it! (They have another fic "Doey's Offer" very fluffy very fun)

"Rotating Thoughts" by SilverStarSheep is wonderful, love how they wrote Doey's indecision and inner monologue so much, definitely influenced my view on him!

"Home Sweet Home" Is a really cute little one-shot about the Ayers actually taking Doey home that day, Machiinebun writes a very realistic emotional outburst.

"And Give Me the Will to Never Stop Trying" by NeonLite also has influenced my headcanons, it is a very emotional story that gives us some of Doey's frustrations with Poppy alongside a really cool and cute connection with Dogday.

I know YOU have already read this but I LOVE LOVVVVEEEE Recommending "I Swore Above All Else, I'd Choose You Over Myself." by AntiVoided because it does insane damage to my brain, I adore how they write Doey's interactions with the critters AND how they write his mind being out of his control.

"A Stray Feeling" by Nightgirl08 is a fun stream of consciousness style story where we are put in Doey's head during the destruction of Safe Haven when the Player arrives, and an alternative aftermath to that scene.

"To bring him home" by TitanTimberwolf is another Susan and George take Doey home fic, multichapter and currently unfinished but what we have now is amazing! I really enjoy how George is more involved in the process here and I think it is going to be really fun as it continues!

"The Amalgam and the Boy(s)" is a cute little oneshot about Doey encountering a kid after escaping the factory, written from the kid's perspective.

And ofc "Love Him Till The Day That You Die!" By wasthatafanfic, having Susan go into the factory to rescue him and it is just such a fun time!

For some fics that are good but aren't Doey Centric:

"Never Stop Trying" by AirQuotes2962, I love our main character Penny and her thoughts and how involved she is in the situations! Doey will eventually be in this fic but we haven't gotten there yet, I am very excited for it tho and if you enjoy Pre HOJ explorations of the labs you'll probably like this.

"Singularity" by TealishRegent is a fun fic about a Harley Body basically becoming its own sentient being!!

"and tell their ghosts we should've loved them" by JackalValcoun is a fun little oneshot exploring the player's guilt over the Bigger Body deaths.

We have TWO fun Pianosaurus fics, "In Too Deep" by ramblingsofacertifieddumbass and "The Pianosaurus Documentary" by MyScreamsAreWh1spers.

And finally "A Playtime Cascade" by Justanormalcoffeeaddict which is a crossover between Poppy Playtime and Half-Life, where the Cascade event accidentally connected their universes! It is fun so far!

These are not all the fics I've enjoyed, but just some of the fun ones I wanted to shout out! Hope you find something you enjoy :D

[anchovies-4-dinner]

Baby, your pants are on fire

This is my offering to the gacha deities to make me win his lightcone.

Scenario: On Valentine's Day, you feign sickness so your long-distance lover won’t find out about your affair. We all know how that goes.

Warnings: OOC, cheating, graphic violence (including towards you), suggested nsfw (not between s/o and you), degrading (burn victims beware), revenge porn

If my writing is abominable it’s because I finish these at the ass crack of dawn

Characters: Argenti, Jiaoqiu, Anaxa, Phainon, Mr Reca

Argenti

Was this another of his trials? What abhorrent timing.

Despite many triumphs, never had his very foundations been so shaken. His virtuous, beautiful partner enraptured by another… He would have laughed if your being wasn’t desecrated.

Many have been used to sway his conviction, whether real or illusions, but this was where he drew the line.

The bang of the door announced Argenti’s appearance; you gasped and froze in shock, as did your… companion.

Honour, piety, righteousness. This silent chant grounded the knight as he pulled you away with great urgency despite your nudity. Your mouth fluttered, trying to formulate an excuse despite his attention fixed on the elephant in the room.

"Rise, incubus, and I shall avenge my lover's honour with a duel." Argenti spat those words out disgracefully, already picturing the beast moulting into its true form. It took every fibre of his being to not behead it right then and there.

The beast blinked in a stupor, "An… Incubus? Duel?"

"Do you still feign ignorance?" Argenti's patience wore thin, "What a mighty trial Idrilla has prepared. First you trick my lover into copulation, then you play coy to test my mettle. Stand your ground before I give you an undignified end."

By all things considered, he was being very generous. Yet laughter bubbled out its chest, "You- You really are a freak show! (Y/n) told us all about your antics. If it weren't for your face, I'd wonder why they even date you at all!"

Argenti's skin buzzed.

Light fingers grazed his armour as you desperately explained yourself, "He's lying! It's just as you said Argenti, I woke up from his spell as soon as you pulled me away… Oh Aeons, what have I done!"

"They enjoyed it!" The beast squawked, visibly frustrated at your lack of truth cooperation, "Hey, don't make me out as some sort of criminal-"

"'Enjoyed it?' You call that a satisfactory performance?"

"Well you begged for another round didn't you?!"

Now Argenti understood: This wasn’t a trial, and it was more than a lesson.

It was a punishment.

A loud thud silenced the room; the knight had dropped his spear. He calmly approached the incubus and stopped a mere foot away. It's eyes flickered to yours nervously.

"D-Dude… You're mad at the wrong guy here. If I'm getting punched, you may as well punch them as well because-"

A firm hand on its shoulder shut it up. Argenti's brilliant smile stunned you both. "Thank you."

Red splattered the walls. Your mind blanked as the body crumpled with a gaping hole in its chest. Your lover faced you, arm soaked in blood while clutching a stuttering organ - the heart. He had once again emerged victorious with a revelation sweeter than your kiss.

Without a care, Argenti abandoned the object as he suddenly knelt before you, eyes stained with regret.

He took your hand with his clean one, "My rose - if I even have the privilege to call you that anymore - I surrender myself to any judgement you see fit."

At your perplexed stare he elaborated, lips puckered to your fingers before he realised the taste of metal*, "I had been so caught up in my duty that I neglected my one and only. Thanks be to Idrilla that her intervention set my mind straight… although it came at the cost of your dignity. But now, a more beautiful and profound era of our love is born."

His hold tightened as he reverently pressed your knuckles to his forehead.

"I vow to never leave your side again - 'Till death do us apart."

*This sentence may be a bit confusing, but basically he was about to kiss your hand but stopped because he realised that his lips had blood on them

Jiaoqiu

For being so vocal about Valentines Day, Jiaoqiu was awfully quiet while it passed.

Any feelings of guilt were melted away by the spread of warm oil. Your foxian lover had urged you to visit for a surprise once your 'sickness' ended; he'd usually go with a banquet, but it seems he's finally had enough of making food his entire personality.

A kneading motion elicited a sigh as his slender fingers worked the tension out of your muscles. Though you couldn't see his expression, you imagined a smile adorning his face. How lucky you are to have such a doting boyfriend.

His soft voice, barely above a whisper, broke your reverie, "You could've gotten this a lot sooner had you taken care of your health."

"Barely my fault. Some gal at work had the flu-" You were silenced by his teeth kissing as his hands glided up your sides, finishing at your shoulders.

The press of his palms were sorely missed due to his departure, returning with a towel and water. While you climbed onto your elbows to down the refreshment, Jiaoqiu pecked your scalp, dabbing away the excess oil. A comfortable silence reigned before he inquired:

"You seem to be working a lot these days. Boss giving you any trouble?"

"No. Nothing like that." You dismissed the accusation, "I just needed the extra money, hence me working overtime."

"You could have asked me."

"I don't like leeching off others." You slid back down, head between arms, silently hoping his curiosity was satiated.

He hummed and placed the towel on a counter, "So now you're being mindful of your habits?"

"A person can change, you know?"

"Perhaps. Or maybe I simply didn't know you at all."

Dread curled your stomach. A chuckle bubbled out from worry, "I have no idea what you're on about."

"Liar."

His hot breath tickled your ear. Your hair fell back into place when he withdrew to wash his hands of oil. Throat closing, you tried to sit up only to realise you just… couldn't. Gasps of panic prompted Jiaoqiu to lecture you - about what? Who cares, he paralysed you! It wasn't until his voice grew in volume that you quietened.

Fingers carded through your hair, nails grazing the scalp while Jiaoqiu continued, "… I really didn't get it. Did I not love you enough? Was it the distance? All these thoughts yet I was no closer to comprehending your poor decisions. But why would I ever want to understand a cheater?"

His fist balled, bunching your hair to drive home the malice in his voice - just for the flames to quench in a beat, "However… I know we can work through this like a real couple."

Tears pricked your eyes in relief, "Thank you, I promise- I-"

"That doesn't mean I forgive you." Soft lips pressed against your nape. The tip of his nail dug into your silkened flesh, "It wouldn't be fair."

White pain battered your senses upon your skin tearing in too many directions to count. Blood spotted the back of your throat from guttural shrieks. Ghost spasms induced nausea with bile clogging your oesophagus; it was only the gagging that eventually stopped the torture.

Retched sobs filled the room, during which Jiaoqiu backed off; from the corner of your eyes, he flicked the sodden flesh out under his nails. Your weak pleas fell on deaf ears while he vacated the room, leaving you vulnerable on the table. The sticky sensation of blood running off your back accentuated the throb of your wounds.

Things were no better when he returned with salt.

"Why are you crying? You should be happy I'm willing to stay." His casual tone did little to calm your hysterics as the pop of the lid quivered your lips.

Jiaoqiu leant down and gave you one final kiss.

"How lucky you are to have such a doting boyfriend."

Anaxa

Beep… Beep… Beep…

For a moment, you could pretend that everything was still fine. That the incessant beeping was your alarm. But, of course, all good things had to come to an end.

"Sudden housefire leaves two victims with severe burns. One has passed from injuries." Anaxa slowly raised the newspaper for a side-by-side comparison of you and your portrait, "Sounds familiar."

You glared at him through your last good eye. He smirked in amusement, "Nice look, may I ask where you got the inspiration?"

If it weren't for the bandages scaling your entire body you would've happily given him a beating. When he first walked in, you at least hoped for flowers, but you should've known that not a single romantic bone lay in his vessel.

A nudge on your arm brought you back; Anaxa had propped his legs on the hospital bed to comfortably lounge on the chair near your feet. The newspaper laid flat as he studied your body, hand resting his head.

The gauze muffled your remark. Despite being drugged up to the stars, the pain still throbbed under ribbons of muscle.

"70% of your body suffered second-degree burns. Half your face is gone. You can't move without pissing yourself." At your heated glare, he rolled his eye, "I'm telling you to shut up. Honestly, how could you be so careless?"

Heart leaping in anger, you forced out a defence, "I didn't… Not me!"

"I'm not talking about the fire." Anaxa sneered, "You're not that stupid."

… …Beep… Beep…

Taking the skip in cardiac rhythm for an answer, he continued, "Where should I start? You were sloppy. You didn't think of the possibility of me returning… It was Valentine's Day for goodness’ sake. Are you daft?”

"When did you-"

"I told you to shut up."

"No, this isn't my fault." You furrowed your brows, "You… never cared. Always ignoring me… I may as well have been single!"

"By the Titans, you really are a fool!" Anaxa gripped the armchair, "Unless dementia has claimed me early, which is impossible, I don't recall ever breaking things off! So stop playing the victim!"

You clenched your teeth. The Sage sighed. Just when you considered kicking him out, you felt his hand slowly dip under the covers, lightly tracing your dressing.

"… I never saw you so happy before. Albeit, not with me. If you had just talked to me, none of this would've happened." His hand wrapped around your ankle, "No one would be hurt."

Beep Beep Beep-

Realising the implication, you tried shaking off his grip to no avail. If anything, he only squeezed harder. Pain shot up your nerves. Your skin itched under the suffocating bandages.

BeepBeepBeep-

The door swung open. A nurse had come at the alert of the heart monitor.

Hope clogged your chest, "He's hurting me! Out… I need him out!"

She merely pursed her lips, glancing at Anaxa. He dismissed her with a shake of his head.

Oh.

At least his grip loosened enough for the pain to fade, though it did nothing to soothe your mounting dread. "You're hideous. Inside, and now out. A vile creature no sane person would sex even if a gun kissed their forehead. An undesirable used rag-"

The world blurred as you failed to hold back tears, "Fuck you.”

Wasn't it enough that you couldn't look in the mirror? You didn't expect his ego to be so bruised as to tear down someone at their lowest.

"Shut up. Just-" He snarled, walking to the window. It took a while for him to cool down, "We're going back to the Grove."

It hurt to even shake your head. Anaxa forced a laugh. "So stubborn. Your friends haven’t visited you and your family is non-existent. Why stay?

I'm the best option you have, darling, and the only one. I made sure of it"

I just realised Amphoreus probably doesn't have modern hospital gear but we ignore that for the sake of plot. Also, I don't think burn victims are hideous, Anaxa is saying that because he wants to hurt you and make you feel insecure.

Phainon

"(Y/n)?"

Phainon's voice startled you off the woman. Covering yourself with the duvet, you spluttered in shock at the Deliverer.

"… So, this was what you were up to while your boyfriend was fighting for Okhema?" Through gritted teeth he plastered a skewed grin.

"You…" Your voice wobbled as you tried to think up an excuse, "You never made time for me!”

"Are we really ignoring my countless requests for you to move in with me? If you truly felt that way, you wouldn't have thought twice!"

The woman, having dressed herself during your argument, tried to step past Phainon. She made it to his side before he grabbed her collar, "And who the hell are you?"

"Let her go!"

He easily evaded you, ignoring the cries of the woman who pleaded to be freed. It was obvious she was more than some fling by how frantic you were; the thought boiled his blood. Upon getting no answer, he pinned the woman to the wall with his hand wrapped around her neck.

"S-Stop-" She heaved, whistles of air escaping her dirty lips.

Phainon squeezed harder. It was only when you scratched his face that he diverted his attention; his other hand grabbed your hair which effectively ceased your assault. With such a clear view, he could see your eyes dilate in fear - he didn't know if it brought him joy or pain.

"I believe I asked a question." Your boyfriend no longer smiled, "Who. Is. She?"

"She's just a friend-"

"You expect me to believe that?! I see the way you look at her, how long has this been going on for?" His voice cracked, throat closing up. No, he can't cry, not until he sees this through.

"If I tell you, will you stop choking her?" He didn't respond. With a lack of a better option you gave in, "… 2 years."

"But that's-" Phainon fell silent.

There was a drawn-out hush while you assessed his blank expression. Just as the woman teetered on the edge of passing out, he released you both. You immediately hooked an arm around the woman to raise her body. Phainon's cold gaze instilled a sense of urgency when you ducked away-

"You know, I always tried to be perfect for you. For everyone." You paused, if only to placate him. He continued, "At first I thought it was something I did. But 2 years? Honey, that's almost the entirety of our relationship."

"I-I was greedy."

"Yes, yes you are. I'm glad we can agree on that." Wondering where this was going, you met his eyes despite the woman urging you to go, "Then you should also understand that the Deliverer can't have any flaws - much less anyone who'll drag him down."

Was he breaking up with you? Thank the Titans. You sighed in relief, "Of course, I get it."

Phainon's smile was as blinding as it was genuine, "Good!"

He snapped the woman's neck.

It took a second for you to register her head flop unnaturally - even longer when her body went limp. A scream erupted from the bottom of your chest; he covered your mouth in an instant and shushed you.

Upon noticing your attention on the fallen corpse, he tilted your head up to force eye contact. "Oh, it seems you've misunderstood me. Did you think I'd let you leave after everything I've done for us? No. This time it's your turn to pull your weight."

He backed away, leaving you to collapse onto your knees while he pulled out your luggage, "C'mon, we leave after you're finished packing."

At your silence he sighed and knelt, hands taking yours with a sudden gentleness. The same ones that took the woman's life. "I can forgive you for this. I will. Just do one thing for me in return -

Show Okhema you're worthy of being mine, even if you have to bleed for it."

Mr Reca

"(Y/n), Mr Reca, look over here!"

A brilliance of light momentarily blinded you as cameras clicked. The grip on your arm shifted when Reca eventually pulled you along, eager to mingle with the guests.

Tonight was the premiere of his latest movie. As you walked away from the red carpet, a reporter bounded up and asked for an interview; your boyfriend smiled, handing the burden to you before waltzing off.

Had you actually been in love with him you'd be hurt. But business is business, and you gladly took this opportunity to push your popularity.

"… Mr Reca has also alluded to a surprise for us in the film. As his muse, are there any juicy details you can spare us?"

You laughed, "Not even I am privy to the secret. Regardless, I have good faith that the audience will be blown away."

The edge of your lip twitched when you caught sight of the Assistant Director at the back.

Afterwards, you mingled with others until it was time for the movie to start. Settling down on your VIP seats, you were quick to remove your hand from Reca's. Usually he wouldn't care, however, this time he couldn't help smiling like some sort of killer.

You were about to tell him to knock it off, but the sudden dimming of the lights hushed you. The audience was enraptured with the opening sequence of the film, and you couldn't help grinning whenever you appeared on screen.

It was midway through when he suddenly grabbed your hand. You quirked a brow as he leant towards you, eyes glued to the screen, raising your hand to his lips which hid his expression.

The next scene was grainy and of lower quality. The camera followed a person facing away.

It was… you?

But you didn't have any recollection of shooting this scene. Glancing around, you could see the crew's shared confusion.

You looked at Reca. He met your gaze, eyes crinkling with glee.

A chorus of gasps drew your attention back to the screen. Blood drained from your face.

The Valentine's Day affair was plastered on the screen for all to see. You shakily tried to stand up, however, Reca pushed you down. He grabbed your face and forced you to watch the screen.

"Don't play coy now. Look how well my muse performs." He pressed his face into your side, breath tickling your cheek, "The emotion. The passion. I can feel it all from here."

That was how the following minute played out, though for you it felt much longer. As soon as the segment ended, Reca's grip grew lax, and you took this chance to stumble to the washroom.

You stared into the mirror: red marks splotched the lower half of your face with tears raining on the basin. Your knuckles turned white from gripping the counter, eyes closing while you tried to level your breathing.

When you next opened them, Reca was already behind you.

Ignoring your glare at his reflection, he walked along the stalls, lightly pushing each door open until it was confirmed no one else was here. He finally faced you with a shit eating grin.

"Dear, why are you so upset? Rejoice! The audience loves what you brought to the table."

"So what, is this some sort of revenge?" You choked out, "One mistake and you get to throw me under the bus?"

His footsteps grew closer, "On the contrary. Such a scene would be wasted otherwise-"

"Scene? Scene?! Do you think that just because we are together you can film my entire life?" You whirled around with burning ferocity.

Instead of being intimidated, Reca raised a brow as if you were in the wrong, "Well, you signed my contract, did you not?"

"I…"

"Then you should know that the clause 'your world is my stage' should be taken literally, yes?"

You knew that shit would come back to bite you in the ass. "Remove that scene! You can keep everything else, just remove that footage!"

"And disappoint the audience? I think not."

A splitting headache delayed your response, "… I want to rescind the contract."

"Oh don't be a fool darling-"

"Don't 'darling' me!" A loud smack echoed. Pinpricks littered your hand while Reca's cheek glowed red. "I want to drop the contract! Now!"

He rubbed the wound. Amusement danced in his eyes despite your demand, "'Director's lover breaks up with him after filming an intimate scene'. Pull out and it won't take long for the world to realise it wasn't acting."

… He was right. He was right and you hated him for it.

The Assistant Director glinted in a corner, 'eyes' adjusting to your movements. That fucker was still recording you even now. A surge of rage had you seizing Reca's collar, shoving him onto the wall and assaulting him with all your might. Yet his smile merely grew.

Muffled voices sounded from outside the washroom. You had little time to react when Reca pulled you close and craned his neck down - the door swung open with a gasp before the giggling crowd quickly ushered themselves out. Once the door shut, you tried pushing away, face burning with humiliation. His embrace remained strong.

"I don't need your devotion. After all, directors rarely play in their own movies." He kissed the top of your head, “You just so happen to be my favourite actor.”

Mr Reca is a cuckold pass it on [how the hell do you write this man]. Also I gave up on shortening his part because how do you actually shorten his part bruh

[drewdoa]

𒈔 ⸺ enforcer agenda ♡ viktor hcs/blurbs

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ a/n: hey there :)) happy new year!!! i’ve been gone for a little bit cause busy with family >.< BUT IM BACK WITH STUFF YAY!! i should be on my writing grind now that i’ll have spare time during school and such so i should be back to normal :D!! i hope you enjoy these blurbs cause they’re honestly my favorite

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ extra info: no gender specific reader!, a bit of flirtation, you’re in an enforcer uniform/gear, implied nsfw

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vik is so used to seeing people in uniform, but never in a billion years would he expect you to turn bluebelly! you’ve expressed before that enforcers make you feel some kind of way, you’ve seen what they’ve done to the people of zaun. however, caitlyn thought you could use some training incase something turned sideways. she suggested you train with the enforcers to learn a thing or two, which honestly isn’t a bad idea at all. so you took up the offer.

you knew viktor would get a kick out of this, you becoming stronger and in that heavy outfit. you could already hear his slick and funny comments in your head, teasing you and hints of flirting. at the end of the day, you still know he’d still have you arched like the bridge of progress.

rotting away in his lab as the sound of chalk scraping against his board travels around the sound waves. normally, viktor doesn’t bat an eye at the sound of the metal gear tapping across the halls nearby. until the sound of the tall wood doors that hide the lab cracked open, steps gradually getting louder. “you know, it’s just etiquette knocking before entering, don’t you agree?” viktor spat before turning his back and facing you. he stood there for a moment before placing down his pencil behind him.

“you-” he paused, relaxing his shoulders and taking the sight of you in. “look good. who gave you that?” the rest of his sentence flew out as he began to circle around you. “i got it from caitlyn’s closet, she surprisingly has bigger sizes but that’s probably cause of vi”

“no complaints here, it fits you perfectly” viktor follows with a laugh. this lead to you coming into his lab often when you’ve got some extra time on your hands. even if it’s just to go in there and give him a kiss :)) (where you kiss him is up to you😋)

he 100% pulls you in with his cane, especially when you’re stuck guarding the hallways and can’t be caught slipping. coincidently, viktor had a spare moment and dedicated it all to you. let’s just say when you were back on duty your uniform looked like you’d been roughing it ;).

oh you’d so catch him wearing the uniform cause it smells like you. he wants anything that resembles you at all. gotta out him here, definitely a pervert to take your underwear and stash it in a box along with all your other personal things. he just wants reminders of you all the time <3 (this is also foreshadowing him tying one of your old shirts around his cane :)))

no surprises when it comes to viktors hidden talents, he would definitely take a blank book and write all of his thoughts about you in it. he’d think of it as his prized possession, never leaving it out of his sight, and especially keeping it away from you. viktor couldn’t bare the embarrassment honestly, imagining you reading the filthy things he’s written about you sends a chill down his spine. but its viktor we’re talking about here, he’d probably enjoy that. <3

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ hello!!! i feel like this was just a bit short but i have a few fics i’ll be releasing as soon as im finished up with them ! you pt 2 in the works as well for all you viktor lovers just like me <33 and im working on expanding my writing and will be working on stuff for new characters >v< hopefully you can stick around till then, thank you for reading - drew