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The Dark Side of the Moon - Chapter 6: Changing Tides

Vampire Marc Spector X f!Reader

Beta Read by @xbellaxcarolinax - Masterlist - AO3

Chapter Summary

Ammit takes some time to learn more about you following your arrival to her home.

Tags/Warnings (for entire fic)

Major Tags/Warnings Major Character Death - Non-con - Dub-con - Violence Minor Tags/Warnings NSFW, smut, Khonshu is human turned vampire, Ammit is human turned vampire, sex with characters other than the main pairing (Marc X f!Unnamed Character - Khonshu X f!Reader), p in v creampie, furniture grinding, scent kink, blood kink, vampire/human relationship, blood drinking, rough sex, oral sex, coming untouched, coming in pants, panty sniffing, angst, fluff, smut, forbidden relationship, secret relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, Marc does NOT have DID Dead Dove Do Not Eat - This means that what you see in the tags is what you get in the fic. If you read the tags and see "non-con" and then see non-con in the fic, don't be surprised!

Word Count: 2.3k

When Khonshu told you the next day that you were traveling to Ammit’s home in the mountains, you were glad to know Marc was coming too. You wondered what normal people thought of seeing three black luxury cars, four SUVs, and a few vans with the windows all tinted, driving all in a line. You wouldn’t be able to tell, nor see their expressions, with the blindfold Khonshu made you wear during your travels. He didn’t want you or the other cattle ‘getting any ideas,’ as he liked to put it.

The days were long, and the vehicles wouldn’t stop for anything other than gas and food for the cattle before continuing their journey further north. Sleep wasn’t necessary for the majority of the travelers in your group, the ones that were tasked with driving anyway. As the temperature shifted, Khonshu dressed you in warmer clothes:socks, boots, warm coats, and skirts. He kept your neck easily accessible though…always.

Ammit’s home was larger than Khonshu’s, and she had a second home next to it where some of her servants brought you to stay. Despite the room you were staying in being more cozy, it still didn’t feel like home to you. 

Home.

It felt like a spear hit your chest. Were you really considering Khonshu’s mansion home after what felt like such a short time? It had only been a few weeks and you were already calling it home. You supposed that was probably for the best. The sooner you accepted that fact, the easier it would be for you in the long run. This was a decision you’d made after all, though the longer you were there, the more you started to wonder if there was more going on that Khonshu wasn’t telling you,especially when you overheard a conversation between him and Ammit before you turned the corner to the foyer.

“I need to be able to access her room and so do her handmaidens,” Khonshu hissed in a harsh whisper.

“I understand that, but you don’t seem to understand, Khonshu, I have young vampires that can’t handle that smell. If they catch one whiff of her she’s done. Is that really something you’re willing to–”

“Sh,” Khonshu shushed. “Cattle girl, come here,” he said softly.

On shaking legs, you walked over to Khonshu from around the corner. He was back to treating you as a mere food source, nothing more. You couldn’t say you were jealous, in fact, you were far from it. You would prefer for Khonshu to stay preoccupied with Ammit because that meant he was paying less attention to you and Marc, and you wanted to see Marc again so desperately. You couldn’t deny, however, that you enjoyed being treated like you were special, something you missed when Ammit was around.

He put a hand on your shoulder, pulling you between him and Ammit, looking intently at you. You still couldn’t look at him, the rules from his home applied there as well, and you were happy to keep your gaze on the floor. He was terrifying when he wanted to be.

“What have I told you about eavesdropping, hm?” He squeezed your shoulders as a warning.

“M-my apologies sir, I was coming around the corner and didn’t want to interrupt so thought I would wait for your conversation to conclude.” You gulped, feeling your body tremble more.

A low snicker rumbled through his frame, “you don’t want to be forced to live like the other livestock do you? They’re chained to the walls in the basement, is that what you want?”

“Oh Khonshu enough, stop threatening the poor girl. Do you really take pleasure in tormenting her so?” She laughed, pulling you from his grasp and offering you a kind smirk. “Thousands of years later and men still act this simple. Come,” she put a hand on your back, leading you away from your master.

“Ammit you can’t–”

“Oh don’t worry dear Khonshu, I won’t hurt your little dove, I know how much you treasure her.”

Ammit brought you to a bathroom unlike any you’d seen before. In the center was a large tub filled with steaming water. The room was dimly lit, save for a few candles giving it a warm glow. A few of your maidservants were in there, likely called ahead by Ammit herself. You were in need of a bath so you weren’t going to complain, but you were wary of her intentions.

“You don’t need to stand on ceremony in my presence girl, look me in the eye,” she demanded as the servants undressed you.

You covered yourself as they removed your layers, but Ammit approached you quickly, gripping your wrists and bringing them to your sides.

“Enough, do not cover yourself in my presence.”

You weren’t going to argue with her. You knew your body wasn’t really yours anymore, as Khonshu never failed to remind you. You gulped and kept her gaze. Her dark eyes ate you alive for what felt like hours until she finally cracked a smile.

“Come, get in the bath while the water is still warm,” she said, leading you with a soft hand to the tub where you stepped in gingerly.

She was right, the water was still warm, and while the baths in Khonshu’s mansion were heavenly, there was something special about this one. You felt more at ease, less tense, as though any worries you had were gone, and it was only you and Ammit left in the whole world. Even Marc left your mind for a moment as you laid back and closed your eyes. 

“Tell me sweet one,” Khonshu’s pet name coming out of her mouth forced your eyes to shoot open. She was sitting on the other side of the bathroom now on a comfortable lounge chair. “What was your life like prior to joining Khonshu?”

You looked around the bathroom, realizing now that your maidservants must’ve vacated while Ammit had you distracted. You were actually alone with her, and you felt a pit forming in your stomach. There was no telling what sort of conversations she and Khonshu might have together in private, so you decided to keep it vague.

“It was boring,” you managed to say, feeling your throat closing while her eyes stayed locked on you. “I lived in an apartment and worked at a boring job. I don’t have much else to tell ma’am.”

She grimaced, “don’t call me that, it makes me sound old.”

She let out a lighthearted chuckle so you returned the sentiment with a smirk trying to appear less awkward but failing miserably.

“What about your parents?” She inquired, pursing her lips and crossing her arms.

You got the sense that she knew something you didn’t as if she were hiding information from you. That sense of relaxation returned along with a heavy sense of trust, as though you could tell her anything with no consequences. You recalled the servants whispering about her being a spiritual being and you wondered if there was merit to the rumors you’d heard.

“I was a foster child most of my life,” you said, breathing deeply and feeling peace washing over every cell within your body. “My foster family was nice but I wasn’t exactly set up for success.”

Ammit’s face looked genuinely sympathetic for your prior situation. She was either a fantastic actor, or she was more than an emotionless creature as you’d thought her to be previously. You wondered why she was asking so many questions. If she wasn’t asking out of care for you, then why did she care to know?

“Where did you grow up?” She asked, standing and gliding across the room, keeping those eyes on you with every step.

“I grew up in a small town,” you shrugged, “not a lot of people around and I liked it that way.”

She nodded as though you’d told her some valuable information, a smirk playing across her face.

“Tell me about Khonshu, how did he find you?”

You looked down at your palms through the warm bath water, “I don’t know to be honest with you,” it felt like your entire body exhaled the breath you were holding in. “I was walking home from work and thought I was done for. It was Harrow, but at first, I thought he was some creep who had followed me home from the diner trying to hurt me. I was working late…not exactly the way I wanted to spend my twenty-second birthday…”

You thought back to that night…

Your heart was pounding as you turned, seeing the silhouette of a man approaching by the streetlamp overhead. While you didn’t live in a heavily populated area, you did live downtown, and if you screamed then surely someone would come to your aid. You remembered not wanting to make a scene though. You remembered thinking about how embarrassing it would be if you panicked and called the police only to find out it was Bob, the flower shop owner. Though Bob wouldn’t have any reason to be following you from a distance…at 10 pm…when every other night you walked home the streets were empty.

You broke out into a brisk walk, not wanting to look afraid, but also trying to add more distance between yourself and the potential assailant.

Too late.

Arthur snagged you quickly, while another man - who you now knew to be Khonshu - approached you from the other side. Harrow’s hand over your mouth forced you to be silent, but your terror would’ve kept your lips sealed regardless. Immediately an air of calm washed over you upon seeing your black-haired master. He was handsome, stoic, and his eyes were kinder than most others you’d seen. Something about him made you feel at peace.

“Little dove, you don’t need to be afraid…” he cooed, the back of his curled finger brushing against the pulse in your neck.

You remember feeling drawn to him, the gentle caress of his touch lingering on your throat long after he dropped his hand back to his side. Khonshu was smart, never pressuring you to go with him against your will, but rather spending the next several days convincing you to join him of your own accord.

How could someone turn down such a promise of luxury? Isn’t that what everyone dreamed of? You were drawn in by the guarantee of an easier life; one where you didn’t need to work so hard for your rundown studio apartment in a town full of people that didn’t care about you. A life where your every need was met, never having to wonder when you’d get your next meal, or if you’d be able to enjoy a hot shower.

You would want for nothing.

Some would call you an idiot, and maybe they were right, but you didn’t care. You weren’t going to live long doing things the way you were anyway. The way you saw it, you had nothing to lose. Even if you were walking into a trap, and Khonshu was just a weird guy ready to take you, rape you, and then beat you bloody, it was worth the risk. Besides, something about his presence alone made you feel like he was trustworthy; it was as if every word out of his mouth was dripping in honey, and you wanted a taste.

“What do I need to give you in return? You keep telling me that it’s a small price and I won’t even miss it but…I won’t agree until–”

“You will be at my beck and call whenever I’m hungry, without protest, and without question,” he answered finally, flashing a row of teeth. His sharp canines seemed to sparkle in the moonlight pouring through your window on the third night since you’d met.

“H-hungry?”

It was clear he wasn’t suggesting you work for him as a private chef.

“Yes, little dove.”

The promise of modern comforts was too much to pass up. Your blood was such a small price to pay to never worry about whether or not you’d have a bed to sleep in or clothes on your back. Besides, as long as you lived, you would produce plenty to sustain him, so there wasn't a good reason for you to keep telling him no. It helped his case that rent was due the following day and you knew you didn’t have enough to pay it.

Against your better judgment, and against everything you’d learned before about not trusting strangers, you followed him to his car, never to return to your life again.

Ammit chuckled, breaking you from your memories, and brought  you back to the bathroom where you were still cloaked in the pleasantly warm water. She walked over to you, touching your cheek softly with a comforting smile across her lips.

“Well, it sounds like Khonshu promised you a lot of things, but are you happy?”

Her question was loaded. You could sit there and ponder the meaning of the word ‘happy’ for hours, thinking about what it actually meant to you. The word was subjective, of course, meaning something different for everyone, but according to your definition of the word happy…were you?

As promised, you wanted for nothing. Every basic need a human being could have was met and met well. To some, you might even look spoiled. You should be happy, ecstatic even, but when you thought about it long enough…you weren’t.

But why?

“I know why,” Ammit’s voice once again broke your attention from your own thoughts. “There’s something you want that Khonshu won’t let you have…right?” She sighed heavily, feigning fatigue as she stood and walked to the door. “It’s sad really, if only I’d found you before he did then perhaps you could know true happiness.”

And with those heavy words she exited, leaving the door open for the maidservants to return and begin bathing you. What she was suggesting was obvious: leave Khonshu, join her, and she will let you have Marc…

Ammit will let you have Marc.

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Every day since starting her relationship with Mammon, there had been things to do: meetings to attend, punishments to endure, magic to learn. And even worse, the other six brothers had made it their mission to be the most giant cock blocks. 

tags: established mc, nsfw, cunnilingus, Lucifer being a cockblock

Neru’s pissed. 

All day today, she’s been putting out fires. Literal fires. 

She doesn’t know who gave Beel and Satan the idea to try to improve Solomon’s recipes, but she’ll kill them when she does. Scooping the last of the ash into the bin, she sighs. It feels like all of Devildom is conspiring against her. Every day since starting her relationship with Mammon, there had been things to do: meetings to attend, punishments to endure, magic to learn. And even worse, the other six brothers had made it their mission to be the most giant cock blocks. 

Even today, Neru and Mammon had been on her bed making out. His hand on her panties was teasing her just slightly. They hadn’t had sex in a week, and they needed this - she needed this. 

But then her cell phone buzzed to life, and it was Beel asking for help to put out the large grease fire that had started downstairs. She would have ignored it if it hadn’t been Lucifer calling Mammon, demanding he come by his office this instant.

After that, she didn’t see Mammon the rest of the day. Lucifer had to have finished yelling at him by now. And there was still some time before she had to help with dinner; maybe she could find him and finish what they had started. 

When she can’t find him in any of the usual places, she walks to his room. When he doesn’t answer her knocks, she assumes he’s not there. And since the door is open, she lets herself in just to be safe. 

Mammon doesn’t notice that she’s there. His headphones are in; volume turned up so loud she can hear the bass. His hand is running down his exposed stomach, and the other hand is pumping his cock in quick hurried motions. 

Neru’s frozen, watching her boyfriend pleasure himself. Her center begins to throb, and her mouth waters. She doesn’t even consider that he decided to start without her. Mammon tilts his head back against the pillows, his face and neck flushed deep with arousal. She feels herself getting wet. But she doesn’t want him to stop. Her hand reaches down, and she gasps when she finds herself already soaked through.

And that’s when he catches her.

“Babe, what the fuck?!”

Mammon scrambles out of bed to pull his pants up. Neru jumps and turns away. 

“Mammon, I’m so sorry!” She squeaks. He’s going to think she’s a voyeur, and do demons even care about kinks? How was she going to - 

“Babe, I didn’t even realize you were here,” Mammon murmurs, his arms circling her waist, “sorry you uh...saw that.” 

Neru turns in his arms and sees he’s embarrassed. She feels terrible, but it was so fucking hot to watch. “What were you thinking about?” she whispers, looking up at him slowly. Mammon grips her tighter and breaks their gaze. She pushes herself up against Mammon and feels him straighten, “Mammon, tell me.”

He doesn’t look back at her when he replies, “You...” 

And though she knows that’s what it could have been, hearing him say that sends a roaring flame straight to her core. He looks back at her noticing her breath is heavy. Neru’s eyes are dark, and her cheeks are flushed. Mammon smirks as he leans to whisper into her ear, “Do you want to hear more?”Neru shivers and nods, breathing out a yes. Mammon’s hands travel lower till he can grab her ass gently kneading. 

“Mammon,” she sighs, “need you.” And she kisses him hard. Mammon keeps his hands on her and pulls her to the bed. She’s on top of him, kissing him, and he moans just enough for her to swipe his tongue with her own. It’s a messy make-out session, a necessity to make up for the lost time. Her hands skate down his front till she gets to his jeans, and she pulls him out. He’s still hard, and Neru moans because she is finally going to get what she’s wanted all day.

Mammon’s phone begins to blast that wretched pop song Asmo set as a prank. He’d yet to figure out how to change it, and it’s an even worse reminder that they’re not alone. She jumps back from him, and he pulls to look at it. Lucifer lights up in bright letters. Mammon groans, and a Neru panics. He’s going to have to answer it. He’s going to have to leave. And she’d be stuck again, wet and needy. 

That is not happening again.

Neru rips the phone from his grip and tosses it to the edge of the bed, out of reach. She’s pressing kisses along Mammon’s neck, pulling the edge of his v neck down to nibble along his collarbone. 

“N-Neru!” Mammon watches her, pupils blown wide: a dark violet. He tries to sit up, but Neru plants a hand on his chest, straddling him. Mammon watches as she reaches down under her skirt to slide fingers down her slit. A small sigh escapes her, and Mammon’s cock throbs. This is what he had been thinking about: watching her touch herself in slow, methodical movements. Taking all the time that they could never seem to get. It’s hypnotic. Neru bunches her skirt over her thighs, revealing pale yellow panties slick with want, and his breath catches. Mammon wants to taste her, no, devour her. 

The cell phone screams to life again. Mammon throws his head back into the pillows. “Fucking shit! What do they fucking want-“a guttural moan cuts him off as Nehru grinds down on his length. He’s already so far gone, the friction of her panties the best distraction from his useless brothers.

“Mamm-on,” Neru whimpers, grinding down again, “Need you now.” She fingers her panties and pulls them to the side, revealing her mound pink and we. Mammon can’t keep his eyes off it. She can’t hide the feral hunger as she sinks, already perfect for him. Neru keens at the stretch of his cock inside her. In any normal situation, she’d keep still, get used to his girth inside her. But the demands of the day had frustrated her, and absence does make the heart grow fonder. Once her hips are flush against his, Neru begins a steady, rocking pace. 

Mammon’s eyes roll back as he’s enveloped in the warmth of her Fuck baby just like that. Pussy so good. He knows he’s speaking praises and expletives, but even his voice feels a distance away from the feeling of velvet walls. He can hear Neru whimpering her praises. Head rolled forward, cheeks flushed red. God damn, she was beautiful.

“Neru,” he feels her flutter around his cock at her name, “Neru, baby,” She moans again, pacing faster onto him. Mammon growls and reaches to catch her hips. “Ya gotta stop, baby,’ he chuckles, “it’s too good.”

She doesn’t stop.

Neru bounces up and down her thighs, burning lost in the churning of her pleasure. Watching the way Mammon’s eyes roll back and relishing in the way he grips her hip: nails digging into her flesh. 

“Fuck - Neru,” Mammon is pleading a mess. She can feel him tense under her. He wouldn’t last much longer. Neru catches his eyes and smiles.

“Let go, Mammon,” she whimpers, and that’s all it takes for him to release and release and release into her. He shudders and gasps, and Neru feels herself fluttering around him, clenching tighter as she milks him. 

He finally has the wear with all to hold her still. He groans with a twitch and then breaths a heavy sigh.

“Fucking shit, woman,” he curses, holding them still, “that was -,” he huffs, “wow.” 

Neru smiles at him, eyes still glassy with lust. Mammon’s entranced by the flush that starts at her cheeks and disappears down her neck into her shirt. He gains enough strength to push her off with a whimper, gently maneuvering her to the bed. He crawls over and litters kisses across her forehead, cheeks, and nose. Never in his eternity of living did he think something so beautiful could be his. Her giggles lit his heart aglow. And maybe it was that after sex rush of emotion, or perhaps it was because it had been too damn long. 

“I love you,” he whispers. 

A different heat blooms within her, and Neru smiles softly, reaching to caress his warm cheek, “I love you too,” she’s said it a thousand times, but he can’t get used to the gentle declaration. His face heats up in embarrassment, and he hides it under the guise of kissing her chest and stomach.

“Fuck!” He grumbles, “you’re just so fucking - Fuck I -“ 

Neru giggles, ready to tease him, but then she hears the distinct rip of her panties. 

“Mammon-!” Mammon shoves her knees up to her chest, and she squeaks. He positions himself in front of her center and meets her eyes, cheeks still flushed.

“You’re just so fucking cute,” and he steals her response by licking a stripe up her center. Neru clamps a hand over her mouth, muffling her gasps. Mammon moans in satisfaction, tasting his release mixed with her juices. His tongue scoops himself out of her; he can’t get enough. Neru’s thighs are already tense and shaking in his hands. He glances up through long eyelashes to find her watching him. Hand still over mouth, face beet red, chest rising up and down faster now that she catches his gaze. Mammon hums around her and flattens his tongue against her clit. Neru arches her back, a high-pitched moan escaping her lips. 

He smirks and continues his ministrations, eyes closing in fervor. He would devour Neru like this forever if he could. She was too sweet for anyone else but him. He was her first, and he’d be her last. Neru’s pants were becoming louder like she did when she was close. Mammon didn’t want to stop. Didn’t care if she was going to be over-sensitive. Her pleasure triggered his greed, and he needed - 

“Mammon!” the pounding on his door breaks him of his trance. Neru tries to pull away as Lucifer’s voice calls for him again, “Mammon, you have not yet explained this bill from the other day.” 

Mammon looks from the door to his girlfriend, who is very clearly ravished and looking very unsatisfied. His grip had weekend against her, and when Neru looked his way, she smiled a sad smile: a, we’ll have to continue this another time, smile.

“No,” Mammon growls, and when Neru continues to move, he grabs her legs again, “I said no.”

She tries to object, but Mammon pulls Neru flush against him, arms wrapping around her thighs and over her stomach. His lips immediately find her clit, and he begins to suck on the bundle of nerves, eyes never leaving hers. At once, she’s back on her climb. Neru tries to push him away, but they both know it’s fruitless. Her face is flushed, the brightest it’s ever been, and he’ll have to ask if maybe she’s got a slight voyeur kink. 

Neru’s moans and pants get louder. She’s chanting his name, almost sobbing it. Her stomach tightens, and she doesn’t want to come when Lucifer can probably hear them on the other side of the door. But  Mammon’s pushing her to a place she can’t come back from, so far that the logical part of her gets smaller and smaller till all she feels is his lips on her. 

With a final suck of her clit, Neru spasms against him. Her mouth opens in a silent cry, eyes rolling back. He works her through her orgasm as she finds her voice. Hiccuping his name until finally weakly pushes at his head, signaling no more. Mammon gives her one final tender kiss before pulling away. He can feel her on his lips and chin, and he so wished he could go back and savor more. 

“Now that that’s over,” Lucifer calls irritation thick in his voice, “I still need to speak to you, Mammon.”

“Conjugal visit is over Mammon!” Asmo’s voice calls sweetly, “but thanks for the show.” 

Mammon throws a pillow at the door, shouting, shut up! He looks at Neru, who is very clearly embarrassed, but she can’t help a giggle that turns into a burst of laughter. He glares at her and tries to duck back down to her, but she holds him back. 

“Down boy,” she teases, still breathless, “we’ve still got work to do.” Mammon licks his lips and climbs over to kiss her deeply.

“Fine,” he grumbles. He kisses her again, nipping her lip lightly, “but maybe we should consider getting a place for ourselves.”

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sometimes i post other kintypes/characters whomst i am to whatever degree-related things here, not just Angel Dust and not just Hellaverse. sometimes i sort them by tag, sometimes i don't.

69 points to anyone who made it this far!! you can redeem them for a neat prize if you save up enough of them :3

[kolyubov]

₊⊹ Rules and info.ᐟ

> before you follow/interact...

About my blog and writing:

— DNI !! basic criteria, pro ana/ed or thinspo, blogs -15, blogs anti-dark content ; I might block you for any of those.

— If -16, do not interact with my nsfw works/fics/rambles (block tag #💋 — Sinful thoughts ₊˚⊹⋆).

— I'm Dark Content friendly! expect me to post, interact, or talk about taboo stuff. It'll be tagged appropriately. (Ageless/blank blogs who interact with my dc works will be blocked).

— I mostly write for fem!reader, maybe gn!reader in short drabbles and such but not male!reader.

— I generally don't write about: pedophilia, scat, hybrids, cheating, reader under sixteen, friends with benefits trope, gore/vore, watersports/piss kink, anything related to sh/depression/etc, pregnancy, pegging, pregnant characters.

— Hate or drama is not welcome here! Any type of hate comments will be ignored and/or the person might be blocked.

— Do not repost my fics on other platforms!! or I'll cry.

About me:

— We can be moots but please read my rules first! (also please let me know if you consider that we're mooties :3 I don't want to make you uncomfortable by assuming it).

— If any moot wants to break contact, I'd rather you tell me beforehand. That way I can make sure we're no longer mooties.

— I'm a little socially awkward :(( I'm not the best at interacting with people and I'm sorry if I ever say something that comes out wrong.

— English is not my first language. There will be mistakes in my writing. Kindly teach me if so. ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

— I might overshare/vent sometimes, feel free to ignore it.

About asks:

— Asks are always open! I love receiving them, so please feel free to send ideas, thirsts or just an ask telling me about your day!!

— For dark content asks or thirsts pls go to my side blog: @sillyd0ve !! Everything dark content related will be posted there.

— No trauma dump, too personal questions about me or spam in my asks (unless you're one of my mooties).

— I might not answer some asks for different reasons, please, do not take it personal <3

About Requests:

— Requests might take some time to be finished, please be patient <3

— The more specific you are with what you want, the better!

— I can write sfw and nsfw for headcannons, oneshots, and drabbles.

— Characters I write for: dazai, sigma, fyodor, nikolai.

[ things are always subject to change! thank u for reading <3 ]

[kokichis-laugh]

Request Rules~🎲

Hello everyone! Welcome to Kokichis-laugh, a space where I hope everyone can feel safe and explore their killing game (or au) fantasies freely! I'm Monomod, please be patient with me as I am the only Mastermind running this blog and I would much appreciate it <3

General Rules:

~ Be nice/polite pls. If a rude or threatening request gets sent in I WILL delete it no questions asked. I will block anyone who does not abide by the rules. This is your only warning. It's not that hard to not be a bitch :D ~ I will allow anon to stay on, but because this blog does do nsfw content/requests, it is an 18+ only blog. Don't make me turn off anon for you guys because I'll do it if the need arises. Minors DNI for your safety and comfort and my own. ~ Feel like you should know this already but DNI if you are homophobic, transphobic, racist, acephobic, MAP/SOMAP/whatever pedos are calling themselves???, sexist, TERF/SWERF, n*zi/n*zi sympathetic, """super straight""". Literally, just leave. Pack your shit and go. I will take your kneecaps if you don't get the fuck out rn. ~ All of the characters I write for are 18+. If they are not canonically 18+ they are aged up. Will not write any nsfw or romance for a character that is not 18+ or aged up. I just won't do it. ~ Anything nsfw will be under the "Love hotel" tag ~ Even if my requests are closed my inbox will always be open so you can still ask me questions. I will try to answer them as quick as I can. This includes questions about the rules, updates, master list, or the blog itself.

What I will write: ~ Fluff ~ Romantic ~ Platonic ~ Smut/nsfw ~ Suggestive ~ Comfort ~ Angst ~ Mental illnesses. I don't everything there is to know about most mental illnesses but I am willing to put in the effort if someone needs comfort. ~ Dark subjects (SH, s*icide, EA, etc.,) ~ Despair Au & Non-despair AU~ All gender identities are accepted and I will specify what gender the reader is when necessary. My default reader is a fem!S/O just to let you know. ~ As a queer person myself I accept any variation of a queer/lgbtyq+ s/o! ~ BDSM, subspace/domspace asks ~ nsfw and sfw prompts ~ I have a kink list in the pinned message for nsfw requests What I will not write: ~ Pedophilia. just no. ~ Incest ~ Yandere. It makes me uncomfortable but a slightly possessive/ overprotective character is fine. I will not romanticize unhealthy or abusive relationships. ~ DDLG or any variation ~ No bathroom kinks. c*m and bl*od are fine but nothing other than that. ~ If I am uncomfortable I uphold my ability to deny any request. If you are unsure if your request will be accepted you can always message and ask. Blacklist: ~ Hifumi Yamada ~ Teruteru Hanamura ~ Ultimate Imposter ~ Hiyoko Saionji (I consider her too young to age up) ~ Any of the mono-characters (They will be included as psychos only, nothing else)

[shokami]

‘ 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖊𝖙’𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊. ’

… BEFORE you follow ਏਓ ｡ ﾟ

disclaimer ; my content as of right now is only published on tumblr. later on, it will also consist of ao3 for longer series. my content is to not be shared via social medias, or other platforms.

# 001. — i suffer from the use of dark humor, and rarely ever use tone indicators because i have the memory of a goldfish. nothing i say is ever serious and if it is, i’ll state that … my content is SFW, and NSFW. if you only want to see sfw content, you can find my tags and block the ones you want.

# 002. — i do not take requests, but i do take commissions that you can look into! i write for fem/afab, male/amab, and gender natural, etc. all my works are indicated as to which is which . . . i also have tarot card and astrology reading commissions!

# 003. — my ask box is always open! to mutuals, and anons for casual talk, thirsts, ranting about your favs etc — and i even have a side boot dedicated for character anons ; @safesato ♡

# 004. — last but not least, i follow and have dark content mutuals. as well as write my own dark content … this does not under any circumstances mean that i condone a lot of DC topics. however, creativity is what creativity is. you are to not ridicule me or others for it.

… do NOT interact if ਏਓ ｡ ﾟ

# 005. — you are under the age of eighteen, do not follow nor interact with me. this is for my safety and yours. however, if you are a minor and you want to reblog or interact on a sfw piece, you are obligated to do so … i will not follow anyone back who is an ageless blog, and you will be removed.

# 006. — if you do not condone the aging up of characters (locks eye contact with with the jjk and hq fandom) . . . then leave.

# 007. — genshin impact community … do NOT interact if you are anti sumeru, and anti tartaglia. if you believe the travelers are minors. if you sexualize the children/call them lolis. voicing any unnecessary hate towards the company, characters, lore, etc will not be tolerated on this blog … if you participate in the sharing of leaks, avoid bringing it onto my blog.

# 008. — do not interact if you disapprove of or don’t support dark content … if you send hate anons about me, others, or my mutuals, fuck off. it is on sight … if you participated in atsumu hate night, have awful hcs about characters like making them homophobic or etc … make flattykawa, pisshead tsumu, hitler geto, whore gojo, deadchi, ratsumu jokes — fuck off.

# 009. — if you meet basic DNI criteria, don’t even consider following my blog. that includes but is not limited to : homophobic, biphobic, panphobic, xenophobic, transphobic, racist, ableist, anti-men / make derogatory comments. etc

# 010. — if you are anti - polyamorous, and force views of any character, blog, or person to be monogamous. . . then, disrespectfully, fuck off. ♡

༶ • ┈┈┈┈┈୨ 🍵 ୧┈┈┈┈┈ • ༶

# 011. — i will NOT be ever writing for the follow categories ; sa, sh, excessive gore, vore, pregnant readers or pregnancy, age regression, ed’s, scat, sounding, angst without a decent ending, cheating (on main characters). + more.

… what you will see as my usual content is : fluff, angst, comfort, alternative universes, SMAU’s, crack, daddy kink, degradation, knife play, gun play, violence, blood, bodily fluids, mental and emotional manipulation, gaslighting, somnophilia, dubcon, drugs, nicotine, alcohol, praise, shibari, polyamory, corruption, dacryphila. + more.

PLEASE NOTE THAT all content will be tagged appropriately, and have the proper warnings before you head into it … pursue my blog with absolute fucking caution lmao.

— sincerely, the mental illnesses of SHOKAMI ♡

[cutexaddiction]

☆ intro!! ☆

autistic catboy with a laundry list of problematic kinks, im genderfluid but mostly use this blog when im feeling a lot more masculine, so men dni blogs please dont follow <3 both asks and dms are welcome, however please note that i am in a closed relationship so uninterested in sexting in dms

im a sub-leaning switch who tends toward heavier/taboo kinks and isnt great with using content warnings so consider this as a blanket warning for mentions of sexualised rape, incest, violence, gore, grooming, manipulation, stalking, (forced) body modification, and all those other fun things

Please do not interact if your blog:

is run by a minor

posts any kind of ed/sh content

posts real gore

posts any kind of food related kink, incl feederism and emeto

is focused around ageplay, parent-child incest/fauxcest, ddlg/lb, or mdlb/lg (i may refer to my boyfriend as mommy on this blog, though, if that makes anybody uncomfortable)

Organisational tags:

#kitty meows ~ my original posts

#subby thoughts ~ sub-pov posts

#not so subby thoughts ~ dom-pov posts

(more added as applicable <3)

kink list below the read more!!

hard limits:

scat, watersports, and vomit

misogyny

misgendering

pregnancy

breathplay

some of my favourite kinks currently:

kidnapping & stalking

any kind of CNC but especially drugging and forced alcohol consumption

petplay!!

praise

sadism & masochism

big brother/little brother incest/fauxcest

humiliation & degradation

[pansy-placebo]

Hi, I'm Pansy! Here are the facts about me:

I have a sex and a gender, or something. I suppose the important thing is that my pronouns are He/Him, or Xey/Xem if you want to take a walk on the wild side.

I'm disabled. I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) aka Myalgic Encephalomyelitis (ME). I also have severe ADHD, which isn't being treated due to the medication shortage. But the CFS is really the one which makes my life boring as fuck rn.

🌸->->->->(info continues under the cut, including a DNI)<-<-<-<-🌸

I'm m🩵m and in a polyamorous relationship. Currently with my long-term partner, who has a boyfriend (we call each other boyfriends-in-law or BIL). My boyfriend/partner is also my carer. We've both had relationships aside from eachother but his current boyfriend has stuck around the longest 🩵🩷🩵

I really really like rays and skates! I love any and all kinds of them!!

I have a growing plushie collection, which includes plushie rays and skates.

I'm a goth, which means I like goth music. If you don't know what goth music is, you can check out my favourites: Sisters of Mercy (This Corrosion or Lucretia My Reflection) Siouxie and the Banshees (Spellbound) Bauhaus (Bella Legosi's Dead) Depeche Mode, The Cure... There are many bands that make or made goth music, so even if you don't like what I've recommend you can likely still find something to your taste within the genre.

I'm an artist and I can draw, paint and sculpt. I try my best to keep up my skills when I'm having good days. I've also done a few performances, a couple of the drag variety.

My politics are left wing. I used to go to protests and make posters and signs when I was well. When I get well again, I will likely continue doing so.

I'm a recovering drug addict.

All drugs should be decriminalised, or at least legalized. If people's drugs are cut with another, it can lead to secondary addictions, overdose, or death. Fear of being arrested directly causes higher rates of death among drug users. People OD'ing end up taking the risk on their lives because they're scared of losing everything and going to jail. People end up not getting help with their addictions for the same reason.

Following that thread, I'm a recovering/recovered drug addict. I'm taking prescribed medication to prevent withdrawal, and going to weekly group therapy. I highly recommend it. Group recovery, I mean, not drug addiction. But we all do what we can to get by; I don't judge.

Trigger warnings:

I try to tag stuff but I will forget, so consider this a warning for my blog in general.

Drug addiction/recovery, sex, kink discussions, occasionally I'll engage with The Discourse™, talk about disability, discrimination (sometimes) and diary entries that are usually positive but sometimes aren't.

Do not follow/interact:

if you're queerphobic in any way- including/especially if you're a TERF or a transphobe, if you're pedo, if your account is a SH blog, pornbots (like that'll actually stop them, lol) right wingers/conservatives, anti sex work (including SWERFs. Your feminism isn't feminism if it doesn't include the most vulnerable), if you hate people of colour or pretend you just hate their culture, if you think ugly people are lazy or beneath you in any way.

[yn-rollcall]

Momento Bakugo x Reader: Ch. 5

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Summary: So I was always told to look on the bright side. The bright side is that I’m finally meeting the Number One and Two pro-heroes Deku and Dynamight. The downside is that I was publicly dragged out of my job for a string of robberies that I did not commit and am being detained for questioning.

Length: 1.5k

Warnings: Oral Sex, Food Kink, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mirror Sex, Quirk Kink (My Hero Academia), Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Rough Sex, Emotional Constipation, Chocolate Syrup, Fluff, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Temperature Play, Hate Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Blood and Injury, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panty Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, Bondage, Body Worship, Light Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Pegging, Public Masturbation, Office Sex, Wank and Tell, Polyamory, So like at the very very end there’s KatsukixReaderxKirishima, But it happens so last minute I don’t feel justified tagging it as one of the main relationships, Constructive Criticism Welcome

A03

Wattpad

The rest of the week passed by in a blur. After breaking the silence, Bakugo and I texted back and forth constantly. He also made a point of walking me home. We haven't called each other since a few days ago but really there's no need to. I saw him at least once a day at this point, even if it's brief. All the way up to the main event. Our date. Memories of Katsuki asking me out floated around in my head as I washed my face. It was a date right? It had to be. When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Iris staring off into space in the living room.

She's been doing that alot lately. I've tried asking what's wrong but she'd brush me off, pretending she isn't acting weird. Apparently my concern was starting to annoy her because she started resorting to threats. Last time, she threatened to put a bunch of Dynamight merch in my room and send a picture to him if I kept asking. Not that it stopped me from showing concern. Well okay, it did stop me for like a day but I got over it. I headed to my room and got dressed in my pajamas. I considered talking to Iris again but decided to leave it alone. She'll tell me when she's ready and my head is elsewhere anyway. I haven't been on a date in years and I have to have the capacity to act normal tomorrow. I laid down and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The sun streaked through my curtains and I sat up with a yawn. I checked my phone. it was around 10:30. If I wanna put makeup on, I better get up. I rolled over and shuffled to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Iris' snores filtered through the wall, so I try to make sure I'm quiet to let her sleep. After brushing my teeth, I stared into my closet, trying to decide my outfit. I reached for a shirt just before a dull buzz came from my bed. I plucked the shirt and tossed it on my chair before checking my phone.

Sparky:

People often ask me how I manage to smuggle chocolate into movie theatres

Let's just say, I have a few Twix up my sleeve...

He sent a picture of a twix bar in his hand. I rolled my eyes, unable to contain my smile.

Y/N:

Is this your way of being excited about the movie?

Sparky:

Yes, and I know you're smiling so go ahead and send a picture.

Y/N:

And spoil the reveal?? Never. I don't think you're ready for Casual Clothes Y/N.

Sparky:

I don't think you're ready for my casual either.

Y/N:

I just hope you evolved from your church shoes era. That was sad.

Sparky:

One day, I'm gonna find your middle school pictures and we'll see who's laughing.

I sincerely hope he doesn't

Y/N:

Chill out. Aren't heroes supposed to be nice?

Sparky:

Never said I was.

I smiled and tossed the phone, making a last minute decision on my outfit. Iris woke up on my way out and quickly got dressed.

"You in a hurry?" I asked, putting on my shoes.

"Uh I'm not missing the chance to give you the pep talk of the century." She said, throwing on a wig.

"I don't need a pep talk babe, go back to sleep." I said, shooing her back inside.

"So you're not nervous about going on a date for the first time in two years with one of the top pro-heroes?" She said, her face full of doubt.

I wanted to lie but the sweat on my palms and back said otherwise. I'm gonna need a towel before I even get there. She got finished and draped her arm over my shoulder peppering pep talks in between jokes. It felt nice to have her act like her normal self and the pep talk was admittedly helping alot. Just before I crossed the platform she gave me a thumbs up.

"Text me if you need the apartment to yourself." She said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Please stop." Carefully trying not to imagine the possibility.

"Nope." She said with a pop. "Seriously though, text me when you're coming back okay?"

"Alright, I will." I reassured her as I boarded the train.

Bakugo offered to pick me up but honestly I wasn't sure if I could handle being alone with him in a car AND a movie theatre. I got off the platform and saw Bakugo before he saw me. He wore a black hoodie with orange designs swirling over it, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, paired with dark skinny jeans. I looked down at his shoes. They're black shoes with orange trim and they look new. His ears had black studs embedded and he had a few silver rings on his fingers. It was a simple outfit but fuck it worked . Seeing him without the hero suit made him a person. An incredibly handsome person who makes me nervous. Maybe I really wasn't ready for casual Bakugo. He saw me and paused, eyes wide.

I wore an orange, off the shoulder, fuzzy sweater paired with thigh highs and a short black skirt. Given that his eyes lingered on my thighs, operation Look-At-My-Gams was a success. My stompy boots are black, worn-out and from a thrift store but he used to wear church shoes so I'll roast him if he mentions it. I wore black eyeliner with an orange stripe over it and kept the rest of the makeup subtle. Lastly, I finished it off by styling my hair so he could see my explosion earrings. I also had the Dynamight pin from my bag hanging off my purse. He recovered and gave me his signature smirk. As I walked closer he touched the earrings.

"It's getting harder for you to deny being a fan." He smirked

"Is the guy who begged me to stroke his ego really looking a gift horse in the mouth?" I replied, crossing my arms.

"Don't worry, I'm wearing fan merch too." He said.

I tilted my head, confused as to what he meant when he pulled the hoodie off. I saw a peek of his abs and the full reveal of his arms was murder on my heart rate. He wore a t-shirt with a white silhouette of a girl hovering above the ground, with cars and little white debris floating around her. Gravity girl was lined by the cracks in the pavement below the silhouette. It was kind of cool and also weird considering I'm not getting paid for merch.

"You got my merch?" I said with a slow smile.

"Yup. It's a good shirt. And Gravity Girl happens to be cool."

"She is pretty dope." I agreed with a smile.

He pulled his hoodie back on and reached for my hand. I was certain he could feel my heart beating because the second he grabbed my hand, he smirked. I laced my fingers through his, ignoring his eyes on me. I can pretend it's casual and that I've done this a million times if I don't look at him. He gave my hand a squeeze and guided me to the movie theatre. We entered the cool theatre and found our seats. I leaned towards him.

"So, big bad Bakugo likes cartoon movies eh?" I snickered.

"Big Bad Bakugo likes quality movies of any kind." He replied in a low voice.

"Quit owning your interests. I'm trying to tease you." I gave him a light shove on his arm.

"There are way more effective ways to tease me." He murmured.

"You want me so bad it's embarrassing." I joked with a shit-eating grin.

He paused for a moment. "I really fucking do." He replied in a low growl.

My breath caught in my throat.

Y/N used Deflection. It was not effective. AT ALL.

"Y'know, Chargebolt talked to me about what seeing Hitoshi in his merch did to him and I didn't get it." He murmured. "I thought he was just being Denki but seeing you in my colors . Knowing your damn outfit was with me in mind..."

I looked up at him, my breath caught in my throat. His eyes shone with lust as the theatre darkened for the previews. I could almost see what he wanted to do. When his eyes flicked to my skirt, I rubbed my thighs together, suddenly self-conscious. I looked away, my breath shaky. The usual theatre message started about turning off your phones and being polite. I couldn't concentrate on that because I felt a rough calloused hand, snaking up my thigh.

Bakugo leaned in, lips lightly touching my ear. "Let me show you how to tease, sweetheart." He whispered.

His hand moved agonizingly slow over the expanse of my thigh. I couldn't hear the damn trailers over my heartbeat. My body was hot and if he got any closer to my pannies he'd know I was soaked. He kneaded my thigh, rubbing his calloused thumb in soft circles while moving closer and closer to my center. The gentle scratching of his rough palms made me shiver. The sensation pulled scenarios from my brain where I felt those hands everywhere. Panic buzzed at the back of my throat because I knew if he touched me, I'd lose it. But I didn't want to lose and I didn't want this game of chicken to end.

He's moving so slow and watching my face. I'm trying to keep a calm mask but I'm breathing way too hard, way too fast. Everywhere he touched sent shockwaves of lust into my body. I fucking wanted him. I get it. I'm crazy too, he's driving me crazy too. His hand edged closer and closer until he's right there . He moved his pinky and all of a sudden it's like cold water is doused on me.

Different hands.

Smoother.

Thinner.

Completely unwanted.

Hopeless. He won't stop. He never stops.

A calloused hand touched my cheek and I looked at Bakugo, tears welling in my eyes. I looked down and I saw my hands death-gripping his. Blood was starting to form where my nails were digging in. I let go, feeling embarrassment wash over me. There are at least seven people between me and the nearest bathroom. Seven people between me and pretending this didn't happen.

Fuck I'm gonna cry

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

"I'm sorry." Bakugo murmured. "I didn't mean-"

Please DO NOT apologize to me right now, that's gonna make it WORSE.

"It's fine." I said through gritted teeth trying to hold my tears back.

Bakugo winced and withdrew, leaning away from me. I know he's thinking it's his fault. I know there's a misunderstanding happening. But I can't fucking correct it right now. Not without explaining. Not without crying . I might cry anyway. Dammit. My hands shook from the effort of gripping my thighs while I tried so hard to stop those damn drops of water from falling from my eyes. I saw Bakugo lean down from my peripheral. Eye movement means crying, I'm not that curious. A few moments later a black hoodie was gently set in my lap. I glanced over to him, he was looking directly at the screen. Giving me privacy. He quickly glanced at me and then glanced back at the screen.

"I won't look." He said softly.

I think I fucking love him.

I took the hoodie, with shaky hands and let the tears fall. He's not looking, no one is looking at me. I can be a little shameless. I sniffed the hoodie and held it close. It wasn't a Dynamight hug but it was just as good. Better even. The shame-filled thoughts about my brokenness swirled but didn't have any weight next to his kind gesture. My emotions finally settled into a calmer state and I began to enjoy the movie. The main character was starting their journey, a little lost but some people are willing to help.

Then I started crying again because found family shit gets me literally every time. I looked over to Bakugo who was also tearing up. I wish I didn't freak out earlier so I could make fun of him for it. I went back and forth from watching the movie to watching him. Seeing his face go through a range of emotions alone was good enough to pay for. At every shock and twist, I looked at him and his face was exactly what I was feeling. We should watch this movie again, alone, so we can joke around and talk. The movie ended and we all filed out. Bakugo stayed silent, carefully avoiding touching me as we walked out of the theatre. I had to tell him or else he's gonna feel like shit.

"Bakugo." I said, my voice creaky.

He didn't turn around but he stopped. His hands clenched in his pocket.

"Thank you for the hoodie. I really needed it."

He glanced at me, sighed and looked away. "It's the least I could do after..." He trailed off, grimacing.

He looked at me, apology on the cusp of his lips and I held my hand out, stopping him. I took a deep breath, summoning all my gusto which was definitely at less than half tank at the moment.

"Congratulations! You, Good Sir, have unlocked the tragic backstory!" To engage, touch the right hand, to decline touch the left! Clock is ticking!" I announced in a cheery voice.

Bakugo gave me a weird look and touched my right hand. My smile dropped to a much weaker version and I swallowed hard.

"If that's your choice, then we should find somewhere private to talk." I said weakly, not able to keep up the announcer voice.

Bakugo took my hand and walked me to his car. We drove in silence and the more we drove the more I regretted my decision. I could probably back out but, I think I want to say it. I think I need to say it. Finally the car rolled to a stop, at the top of a hill overlooking the city. Bakugo got out and closed the door behind him. I followed suit. He sat down next to the railing at the end of the hill. I did the same. The hill was a beautiful view overlooking the city. I watched cars drive off into the growing sunset and people peacefully living their lives below. I couldn't tell you how long we sat there, whether it was a few minutes or an hour. I was busy debating whether I was really ready to let him know everything. Or if I even could. I wasn't but I'll do what I can.

"Before moving here, I was with my ex for two years." I started, feeling those boxes of emotion started to bubble up. "He...wasn't a good guy."

The wind blew, wafting more of his salty caramel scent towards me. I used that to keep going.

"I don't remember much about the relationship. And when I do, its..really bad. So I try not to think about it." I gripped his sweater.

"So, when I touched you earlier. It reminded you of him?" He said softly. "Do I...remind you of-"

"No." I said firmly. "You're nothing like him. You're..."

Unexpectedly Sweet. Thoughtful. Arrogant. Warm. Easily Irritated. Sexy. Deliberate. Corny. Cheesy. Handsome.

I glanced at him, thoughts of him piling over. A mosaic of things I liked about him swirled in my mind but none of them saying the full story. None of them captured how I really felt. And I can't just spontaneously write a sonnet.

I could troll you forever. You're such a good sport. Great Arms. A smirk to die for. Probably Definitely Kinky. Determined. Smells Great. Sincere. 10/10 hugs.

Everything I could ever want.

"It's an insult you're both considered men to be honest. You're leagues ahead of that guy." I said, leaning against the railing with a small smile.

He laughed and those boxes of emotion started to bubble over as I formed my lips to admit something I haven't ever been able to say. The closest I came to admitting it was when I arrived at Iris' doorstep two years ago bawling my eyes out. I let myself cry but I never let myself admit anything. I squeezed the hoodie, my eyes shining with unshed tears.

"He hurt me." I whispered, my voice cracking.

My mouth twisted into a smile against my will. I thought I got rid of this tic. Those boxes of emotion spilled over, flooding everything.

"He hurt me really bad." My voice shuddered as tears started to fall.

I'm so scared of being weak again. Please don't hurt me please. I won't recover. I still haven't recovered.

"I'm so scared that I'm broken." I whispered, finally admitting to myself one of my greatest fears.

I pulled the hoodie up, so I could sob in peace. Bakugo's hands shyly wrapped around me. Silently and carefully asking permission with every inch he moved until I was fully in his embrace. I cried and cried and when I finally put the hoodie down, it was nightfall. He rubbed his thumb in gentle circles around my arm, patiently waiting for me to be okay. And for the first time in four years I think, at this moment at least, I can say I actually felt okay. I realized I never went into detail but..it doesn't feel like I have to. And I appreciate that.

"I was a hostage in a villain attack once. When I was a student." He said, breaking the silence. "A couple times actually."

I looked up at him, tilting my head. He gave me a small smile.

"When it happened, I tried shoving it down but it eventually caught up to me." He rested his chin on my head. "I didn't want to let you do the same thing. But I can't force you to talk. So, I tried cheering you up. And being around if you needed it."

Getting Hawks to walk me home, the check ins, the corny jokes, this movie. It all makes sense.

"That explains the Gentle Bakugo Experience I've been getting lately." I said with a small smile.

"Can't always be intense." He said.

"Guess so." I agreed.

Bakugo rubbed my back in soothing circles and I looked up at him. He met my gaze. I bit my lip and sighing.

"Can you please kiss me?" I cringed, knowing this isn't smooth at all.

He shifted my body so I was straddling him. I balanced myself with my hands on his hard, defined chest. His hands slid down my torso, leaving a trail of heat as he gripped my hips and scooted me closer. He paused, making sure I was okay before cupping my chin, tilting my head up. He slowly leaned in, the smell of popcorn dusting over my nose until we finally, finally touched lips.

We both paused for a moment like we didn't expect to get this far, then I pushed into the kiss. Shy, vulnerable. He pushed back. Hungry and pleading. I let out a tiny gasp when he bit my lip, he groaned and started rocking his hips. I rocked back, desperate to get any friction to satisfy my growing need. His grip on my hips tightened as his tongue explored my mouth. I pulled back and nibbled on his lip, causing him to buck his hips forward. He shifted my hips forward again until we're grinding into each other. His hands dig into my sides, not leaving that spot. I know why he's doing it but I can't stand it.

"Bakugo." I pleaded softly, while touching his hands.

I moved his hands to my ass and wrapped my hands around his neck. I could feel how much he wanted it too. I was practically riding it, if only the jeans weren't there. He cupped my ass and started guiding my hips to the rhythm he wanted, his control slipping as a low groan escaped his mouth. His mouth drifted to my neck leaving soft kisses until he reached the base. He sucked hard on the spot and gave it a light bite. My body jolted with a gasp and I squeezed him harder with my thighs. He swirled his tongue on the spot, the sensation going straight to my clit.

Bakugo let out a shaky breath and pulled back slightly. "We should stop." He panted.

I lightly bit the base of his neck, his hips buck forward and I felt more of that sweet sweet friction. He growled and lightly pushed me back.

"We're stopping." His breath shuddered.

I know it's the adrenaline and vulnerability causing this but that bit of restraint felt like shit. He wasn't rejecting me, I know that. But it felt like it. I quickly stood up so he couldn't see me tearing up.

"Okay, yea." I said, my voice cracking. I winced. "Got it."

"Y/N, it's not that I don't want to." He quickly said, getting up after me.

"I know, just give me a second." I said quickly before getting in the car and hugging the hoodie.

He walked to the driver's side and opened the door, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Do you know?" Bakugo said softly.

"I do! Just...give me a minute." My voice cracks again, not helping AT ALL.

He sighed and turned the ignition in his car. We drove in silence and I'm telling myself to chill out. He's just looking out for me. He probably just wants to make sure I'm okay before doing anything like that. It's fine. It's literally fine. He clearly wanted to, he's just being a good guy.

But what if it's because he felt obligated? You just shared your sob story

It's not like that.

But what if it is? What if he felt pressured? What if this was all strictly just to cheer you up?

I felt my heart cave in as I re-examined everything. I know I'm just freaking out but it doesn't stop the thought from creeping up and worming it's way into the cracks. He was clearly interested before all this. In the kitchen we had a moment, he texted cheesy jokes and went out of his way to see me.

What if...now that he knows....you're not worth it anymore?

Taglist: @macaroniwiththechickenstripz

[jessamine-rose]

Reasons Why I am a Dirty Rag for Leona Kingscholar and Why You Should Consider Being One Too!!

Author’s note: This paper was written in honor of Rat vs. Raven: EBG Battle of the Trash Heap between @twstpasta​ and @raven-at-the-writing-desk​!! Since Raven got Leona as her new bias, I’m allowed to send in Leona content to encourage rot for him lol shut up Jessamine you’re just using this battle as an excuse to rot for Leona in public If I’m going to be completely honest, a large reason for my bias is due to the fact that I can personally relate to him but given that not all people can do the same, I tried to make this list as objective as possible >:3

Ohhh but a few words of acknowledgement before we start!!

Congrats to Mac and Raven for your first casualty in the EBG _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ I will remember this. I will find a way to make you two rot and suffer just as much as I have, probably through more art. I hope you have fun with your new biases and may the bigger hedonist lose!! =w=

Shoutout to @panacea-wishes​ for helping me list some of the points below!! I hope you and Trey are doing well, and I’m sure that [redacted] will welcome you back with open arms later on uwu I also want to thank @mobagehelllocal​ for her character study on Leona in this post, because it really helped me relate understand him more. Lastly, I’m tagging fellow Leona simp @rapunculusflvwer to see this because why not?? Now lessgo!! >:0

♡ 1.6k words under the cut ♡

♡ Leona is attractive - okie I know that not everyone can agree with this point due to different preferences and that is valid *looks at Raven* But let me just dkfnfwffwnlkfb HE CAN PULL OFF DIFFERENT OUTFITS SO WELL AND IMAGINE IF HE WAS EVER FORCED TO WEAR A SUIT PROPERLY?? MR. KINGSCHOLAR YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE PLEASE (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

♡ Leona’s eyes - this is a separate bullet point because I know that Raven likes his eyes and YESSSS!! I’m an “eyes are the window to the soul” romantic and Leona’s gaze is dsdskfdfndsd. I apologize for not being able to articulate my feelings for this, because words simply escape me. If I can identify one thing that makes his eyes attractive, it would be their expressiveness. When Leona is smug and condescending, you can see it in his gaze. Same goes for when he is being a grumpy cat. But his Dorm Uniform Groovy and Fairy Gala SSR?? Ohohoho the life and intensity in his gaze is just *chef’s kiss* The green irises and the scar are also aesthetic like it’s so unfair?? I know that Twst uses anime logic but who even has eyes that pretty?? And you have to be f*cking lucky and attractive to be able to pull off a facial scar like that ٩(× ×)۶

♡ Leona’s voice - funny story the main reason why I got sucked into Twst hell in the first place was because of a recommended video of the dorm trailers compiled into one. Technically, it was Leona’s physical appearance that started it all because I wouldn’t have clicked the video if he hadn’t been smirking on the thumbnail. But as soon as he spoke?? Dfrnkjfekjejk that sealed the deal for me. HIS VOICE IS HOT OKIE?? I know a few other people whose voice kinks have been triggered thanks to Leona and that is all╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

♡ Leona has natural charisma - as shown in the Fairy Gala event!! I’d rather not expound on this lest I melt into a puddle but in summary, Leona has his own special brand which makes him unique from other models. And you need to give him credit for his competence in posing and runway-walking because that sh*t is difficult =_=

♡ Cheka - listen, the Savanaclaw arc was not perfect but I momentarily forgot about my dissatisfaction as soon as Leona’s nephew showed up. HE’S SO CUTE!! I just…....really love his interaction with Leona-ojitan. I think the writers did a good job with their relationship, because you can see how much they care about each other despite their circumstances. It’s just that Leona is not the type to show his concern for others and I would also be pissed if I had to see the oblivious source of my suffering on a daily basis Cheka’s presence introduces us to a softer, more tolerant side of Leona and I wish we could see more of that. But until then, Pixiv exists and the comics are just as sweet :’0

♡ Leona’s pride and bluntness - okie this is one of his negative traits for a valid reason. But as someone who believes that the Seven Deadly Sins are not inherently bad if practiced in moderation* I’m going to acknowledge the benefits of these characteristics. Leona isn’t afraid of acknowledging his status or saying what’s on his mind. And while that may come off as rude or condescending, I find it rather refreshing?? He’s not going to baby you or sugarcoat the situation. He’s not going to deny himself of what he wants. And because of that, he’s not going to make you feel bad for putting yourself first :’> Additionally, he knows how to assert his superiority. We mainly see this with Savanclaw and Magical Shift, considering how much they fear or respect him. Leona exudes power and confidence which only adds to his sexiness

* Thanks, Obey Me!!

♡ Leona is good at chess - I think that says a lot about a person. Chess is a very strategic game, because you need to concentrate and plan your opponent’s moves. With this in mind, we get to know more about his way of thinking. Leona knows how to plan and make choices. We see this in the Savanaclaw arc when he comes up with the near-perfect plan to sabotage the other dorms. I love that Botanical Garden scene in Leona’s Dorm Uniform SSR, because the fact that Leona plays chess to pass the time when he’s not asleep is just......a lot of information to take in O.o

♡ Leona is a cat - this may be biased because I am a cat person but KITTY (=①ω①=) I’m glad that the game actively shows Leona’s feline side, from the tail-stepping to the characters who find his ears cute. Along with his laziness and his physical strength, it shows us that Leona is not a beastman solely for aesthetic purposes. His species is an integral and active part of his identity, especially since it’s the reason why Rook harasses him in the first place. And because Leona is a lion/ cat, we can incorporate that into headcanons such as cute cuddles and ear scratches!! Let me pet the cat!! I don’t care if I get scratched!!ヾ(=`ω´=)ノ”

♡ Leona respects women - *before I start, I just want to give this disclaimer:: Men shouldn’t be applauded for doing the bare minimum. They should be educated and expected to respect women because it’s basic ethics* But after saying this, why was the fandom so quick to latch onto this information about Leona?? Is it because Twst had explicitly made this clear for only him and Ruggie?? Well, for me, Leona’s respect for women just adds to the reasons why he is my comfort character. He’s intimidated by the women of the Afterglow Savannah and he’s never going to give you sh*t for your gender. Leona acts high and mighty and calls us an herbivore, but he’ll never discriminate a woman on the basis of sex and gender identity. As a female reader, I just feel safe and comfortable around him TvT

♡ Leona’s broom technique - you know how his broom technique DOESN’T involve properly sitting on his broom and holding on for dear life?? We all know how balance works--remember those action movies where there’s a really tiny bridge with no railings and you need to reach the end without falling to your doom?? YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO STAND!! LIE DOWN, HOLD ON TO THAT SH*T WITH YOUR LIMBS, AND CAREFULLY CROSS THE BRIDGE THAT WAY SO YOU DON’T FALL!! Yeahhh that’s the closest analogy I can make between real-life hazards and flying class. Basically, Leona stands on his broom as though there is zero chance of him falling off and that just shows how much f*cking confidence he has in his technique. I find that impressive X_x

♡ Leona is perceptive - this is connected to my earlier bullet point about Leona and chess. The reason why I’m mentioning it again is because I’d recently binge-watched all of the personal stories of the entire Twst cast* and Jamil’s School Uniform R?? HOLY SH*T LEONA KNEW!! As someone who is emotionally invested in Jamil for similar reasons, I was just sitting there and quietly analyzing the similarities between my top two faves. It’s possible that Leona noticed only because he and Jamil both suffer from second-place syndrome. But either way, it just shows us that Leona’s lazy looks can be deceiving :0

*A message to Miss Raven:: I understand now why your faves are those two characters. Those f*ckers moved up my Twstsorter by two and three numbers. They wrecked my bias list ;-;

♡ Leona is gifted in brains, brawn, and beauty magic - this is so unfair. Why the hell is that lion good at everything?? I mean, we’ve all seen how scary and near-unstoppable he is when he gets serious!! It doesn’t matter that Leona is still “inferior” to Malleus in Magift, because he’s still powerful and that is why his laziness--as frustrating as it is for Leona to not use his full effort and potential--balances out his character stats 〣( ºΔº )〣

♡ Leona’s love language - I love how we as a fandom have collectively agreed that Leona’s way of showing affection is through cuddles and physical touch. Listen, Leona is a lazy cat and the mere notion of sl**ping with him?? Fufufu imagine being his body pillow and getting spooned by those warm, toned arms... *holds head in hands* HE’S NOT GOING TO SHOW HIS LOVE FOR YOU THROUGH WORDS BUT HIS ACTIONS ARE JUST AS IMPORTANT (─‿‿─)♡

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...Okay, I think that’s all. This took me four f*cking pages on Google Docs and a few hours of brainrot, but I’m finally doooone!! I apologize if this essay had become nothing more than a simp post at some point or if there are any inaccuracies, but slnkdsjdbdakdw I just really love Leona!! There’s so much about him that has attracted me to his character beyond his hotness, and I hope that I was able to convince Raven just a little bit through this messy appreciation post!! Thanks a lot to Mac, Raven, Lily, Ai, and all of the other Twst writers out there for continuously encouraging my rot through your Leona content because it means the world to me!! After your EBG, I hope you can reunite with your faves and continue to receive lots of love and bulli from them. Happy Extreme Bias Game!! -Jessamine <3

[macabreheadhouse]

WELCOME TO THE MAD HOUSE

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MATURE CONTENT!

Read and proceed with caution!

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All personal NSFW content is being posted by an adult body, and is all fantasies and consensual realities!!! We are causing zero non-consensual harm to anyone or anything!!!

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Tumblr is sadly the only place that we can safely post this content. If you don't like what you see, just BLOCK us. We've been on Tumblr for over a decade now. If you report us we'll just come back 10x worse lol.

(send a message for the @ of our backup accounts!)

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We will NOT automatically tag or TW posts*, but you can expect to see lots of the following;

Psychology/psychiatry, religion/spirituality, philosophy, TrueCrime, d3ath, GOR3, mental health/ illnesses, SH, ED, addiction/use, medical, disabilities

RACK, t@boo kinks, and p4raphilias such as inc3st, dark 4geplay and p3tplay, cnc/r4peplay, 3metophilia, urOphilia, vampirism, somnophilia, hybristophilia, ErotOphonophilia, necrophilia, c4nnibalism

*If a mutual has something they'd like tagged for filter reasons, let us know and we'll try our best to remember to tag it for ya!

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"We?" Yes, we.

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We are a professionally diagnosed DID system. We are a very large system and have many types of alters. Us main fronters will do individual introduction posts and link them all further down in this post, but it's important to note some things about the body and the main core host.

Mason is 24, indigenous, transmasculine, and (obv)severely mentally ill. He is dormant for the most part now and no longer fronts, but he is still an important part of the system nonetheless.

He has a love and passion for anything involving science, psychology, art, religion/spirituality, and d3ath.

After high school he attended college for a short time for a dual major in psychology and forensics before dropping out due to his mental health.

Shortly after he became the student and mentee of a very distinguished trans Leatherman, and he found everything about the BDSM lifestyle to be therapeutic and healing. He dedicated himself wholeheartedly to learning and becoming a good Dom, later becoming an official member of his Leather House.

He's also very connected with his native ancestry and dedicated himself to tuning in on his many spiritual gifts. He credits this as reason for some of the alters existing in the system.

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All of that said, the majority of the main fronters of our system are people of interesting character.

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We do have a collective sense of morality and ethics, a set of rules that we live by while being in this body. But please keep in mind that morals are just as loosely and individually defined as religion is. The things we consider to be morally correct and "godly", may not necessarily be the same things you consider to be so.

Quite a few of us are artists, writers, or content creators of some other sort, so you will see original content posted. It will be tagged #macabre mad house. All our original content will be kept in a master post and linked at the bottom of this post as well.

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Asks and DMS always open!

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Profile pic is art of an alter, done by one of our partners Header pic is from @avogado6

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SYSTEM ALTER INTRODUCTIONS

Dylan Klebold

Master post of our original content

[ink-and-flame]

Kinktober - Intensity Undone

Kinktober Day 3 Prompts: No Prompts

Fandom: Original

Tags: exophilia, angst, hurt/no comfort, relationship arrangements

Pairing:  Orc(M)/Human(F)| Darnok/Lia,

[Authors Note: Since the plans for Darnok and Lia had changed this is completely off script now and no longer following the outline. The way the rest of this goes is going to be as much of a surprise to me as it will be for everyone else. There are only a few more parts of this left for what I am considering book 1 of this overarching story. This is a bridge story that does not fit anywhere in the Kinktober prompt list. I felt it worked better as a stand alone as opposed to trying to cram kink into it or having 2 separate stories be one. ]

Lia had been ignoring her phone and email for days now, as she knew it was Darnok trying to contact her. Double checking her messages to make sure she didn’t miss something important for work, she sent everything to voice mail and ignored the rest. That last moment in the club played over and over in her head. The look of shock in Darnok’s eyes as she mentioned his engagement. Everything after was a blur and she wasn’t sure how she made it home.

Ember had been checking up on her every day, letting Lia know that Darnok was sending her messages trying to get any information he could on Lia. It was bothersome but Lia understood. She didn’t give him a chance to say anything, but she couldn’t. If she had risked it, she might have simply fallen back into his arms with whatever excuse he could come up with. 

A part of her mind argued that she should have let him speak, should answer him, because what if she was wrong. Though that was the part of her that loved him and wanted to be with him. Lia didn’t trust herself, and whatever reason or excuse he had it wouldn’t be enough. At the end of the day she wanted more than what he was willing to offer, and she had to do what was best for herself.

The phone calls and messages continued into the next week, a few times it was Lucien or Zane calling to check on her, making sure she was ok. Thankfully they had managed to keep all of this from spreading outside their little group to avoid any drama or make things more difficult for Lia when she chose to come back to the club. Lucien had urged her, gently, to talk to Darnok and make a clean break if that was what she truly wanted. 

Thankfully for Lia he had no idea where she lived so he couldn’t just randomly show up at her home without notice. Though she wasn’t sure if he remembered where she worked and hoped that he didn’t show up and cause a scene. There was a small part of her that did want to talk to him and she considered what Lucien said as the days kept ticking by. 

Lia was in the back at work on her break when her coworker walked up to her with the strangest expression, she looked nervous.

“Uh, there is a car outside for you. A really expensive car and the driver said he was here to pick you up?”

Lia sighed and rubbed her face. “I’m sorry, I will go out there and tell them to leave.”

Lia only had a few minutes left of her break and didn’t want to waste it on this, but she had no choice. Walking outside she told the driver she was working and that he needed to leave. Regardless of his insistence that she get in. Turning around she headed back in and tried to ignore the situation. The car stayed right where it was for the rest of her shift and she was tempted to sneak out the back and drive home, but she didn’t want to risk being followed. 

“Ok, my shift is over, clearly you aren’t leaving and I am certain that if I try to drive myself home you will follow me. Right?”

“I have been given instructions to pick you up, and where to take you, that is the limit of my instructions. But yes, I would follow you.”

Rubbing her face with a sigh, Lia felt she had no choice. Giving a vague gesture of acquiescence she waited for the door to be opened and reluctantly got into the car. She knew this was Darnok and not some elaborate abduction, though it certainly felt like one. Of course it did not make her any less angry and Lia held that anger close to her chest, she would need it to keep from falling into his arms the moment she saw him. Despite everything, she missed Darnok.

When the car finally stopped Lia took a deep breath in and waited. The door opened and she stepped out. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. She was at the hotel her and Darnok would use on nights they stayed together after being at the club. She wasn’t sure how to feel about this choice, but it did make some measure of sense. 

The driver gave her  a key card and a slip of paper with instructions on it. Rolling her eyes she thanked the driver politely, none of this was really his fault, and headed into the hotel. Making her way past the desk and up to the room she was relieved to find that it was empty. It gave her a moment to prepare herself, take a few calming breaths, and sit down to relieve some tension. 

It wasn’t long before she heard another key card in the door and it opened. In walked Darnok, alone, and looking worried. Lia set her features as close to neutral as she could even though just the sight of him was enough to overwhelm her emotions. 

At first there was silence as Darnok stood somewhat awkwardly just inside the door. He stepped closer and cleared his throat. 

“Lia.”

Stopping him, Lia held up a hand. “Ms. Doran will be fine. If necessary I will allow you to call me by my full first name. Adalia. You have lost the privilege of calling me anything else.”

The startled look on his face followed by one of pain was all that kept Lia from breaking her facade. She did not feel anywhere near as confident as she sounded and knew that she would probably break before he did. 

“Of course Ms. Doran, I understand. Would it be ok if I sat at the table with you?”

Lia nodded and gestured to the chair furthest from her, waiting for Darnok to take a seat. She had not seen him in a bit, but he already looked different. It was hard to place exactly what was different, other than her perception of him, and perhaps that was all it was. 

“I know you are angry with me, upset, hurt, dozens of other things. I would just like an opportunity to explain everything to you. If you will allow it.”

Lia sighed and leveled him with an annoyed expression. “If at any point this starts to sound like excuses. I am shutting it down and leaving.”

“That is more than fair.” Darnok took a deep breath clasping his hands together on the table. 

“I should have told you of my arrangement the moment I started to consider you as my sub, that was entirely my own fault, I own all of that. All of this is my fault and I will never be able to apologize enough.” Dar held up a hand when he saw Lia open her mouth. “Please, just, let me get through this first part or I never will be able to. I will answer every question you have after.”

Lia nodded and gestured for him to continue. Though the word arrangement already had the wheels in her head turning and she was certain some of her initial suspicions about Darnok had actually been true. Maybe they wouldn’t be where they were if she had just asked questions the moment she became suspicious instead of holding it all inside out of fear of losing him.

“I am in an arranged marriage. It had been planned long before I met you, and I have spent much of my adult life trying to get out of it. Well, trying in ways that will not shame either family or get someone killed.” Clearing his throat again Darnok looked down at his hands. “It was obvious to my intended that I didn’t want this, and as a fae, she is indifferent to all of it herself. She does what her parents tell her and that is pretty much that. Though she did notice and eventually we sat down and had a discussion of what is and is not acceptable for our relationship and how we appear in public.” Dar paused and stood up. “I need a drink, do you want anything?”

“Water is fine.” Lia waited as he brought her water from the mini bar and a juice for himself. 

“Our agreement is that in public we appear a normal, happy, loving couple. Whatever it takes to convince the media, our peers, and our families that everything is working out. Privately I am allowed to indulge my sexual desires however I choose but there are rules I have to follow. I can’t be with anyone in our social circle, preferably I keep it out of the city entirely. I can’t fall in love or have feelings for my sexual partners. I cannot be seen publicly with them, and I can’t get anyone pregnant. There are a few smaller rules about visible markings and how I dress, but those are often overlooked.” Darnok took a swig of his juice before continuing.

“I did everything I could to stall the engagement or try to get out of it, but I can’t and my hand has been forced. Both families are pushing for us to be married by the end of next year.” He rubbed his face and looked sadly at Lia. “We have no love for each other, I honestly don’t even think she likes me. Our entire relationship is devoid of intimacy and even the barest shred of warmth. It is entirely a power move and my family was willing to sacrifice me as I am not the oldest son.” Pausing he shrugged. “You can ask questions now if you want. Or just leave, I honestly wouldn’t blame you. It is a fucked up situation that I made worse by not being honest with you.”

Lia sat for a moment, letting everything he said sink in. She toyed with the water bottle a bit as she thought of any questions she could ask. Really he laid it out pretty plainly. There wasn’t a whole lot of mystery, other than the whole arranged marriage part. She wasn’t even aware that was still a thing, but clearly it was. 

“I guess the only question I can think of is just why? Why weren’t you just honest with me from the beginning? It seems like such a simple thing, you could have brought it up that first night, or if not then, after the first month would have been appropriate.”

Darnok nodded, knowing Lia was absolutely right. He should have been honest from the very beginning. It could have avoided all of this. 

“It is a valid question and one I have no acceptable excuse for. The reason I didn’t in the beginning is because of privacy. I had gotten used to the arrangement and rarely had partners that I would do enough sessions with that it would be necessary to disclose it. After that though, I guess the reason was fear. I connected with you in ways I have never connected with anyone, I didn’t want to lose that. I kept telling myself you would move on, or I could just tell you the next month, but I always managed to find a reason to not say anything and it then became an issue of feeling too late.” Darnok looked down at his hands before continuing. “I guess part of me was living in this fantasy world where I could have both. I could keep the families happy, and I could have you which made me happy. I should have known it was impossible and I am so sorry for how much this hurt you.”

It was hard to stay in her seat, not run to him and throw her arms around him. She loved him, Lia knew that she loved him, but that love was poison to her heart. Even if he had been honest from the beginning, she knew she would have fallen in love with him anyway and it would have hurt just as much, but in a different way. 

“At least I understand now. I can’t say I envy your position, and you should be honest with your partners from day one going forward. Privacy or no, this is a cruel thing to do to a person and I would hate for it to happen to anyone else. I am fortunate I got my club membership on my own merits because I like the people I have met there and I don’t want to lose that too. I am sure we will see each other at the club, but I think it would be for the best if you kept your distance for now. Even though I understand your situation, I don’t think I can do any more scenes with you Darnok.”

Lia stood up. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done, but she had to let him go. Mostly for her own sake. He was never going to leave his fiance, he couldn’t, and she loved him too much to be his dirty secret. Maybe others could live with that, but she had grown far too attached and there was nothing to be done about it now. 

“So this is goodbye then?” Darnok asked, looking at her with sorrowful eyes. “You want a clean break, no friendship, no anything?”

“I can’t. I just, Darnok I can’t. Find someone else to be your sex toy. I am a sub, but I am still a person, and I refuse to let myself be used like that.” 

Turning away from him Lia headed towards the door, she could already feel the heat of the tears in her eyes threatening to fall and she did not want to cry again, not now. 

“Please wait!”

“NO! I am leaving and you are going to let me. This is on you. You broke everything Darnok, and you can’t fix this. There is nothing you can do to ever make this ok. Do not contact me again.”

Storming out of the room Lia all but ran to the elevator and stepped inside. She held it together long enough to make it down to the main floor and out the door. Of course she did not have her car, and while she did see the driver she avoided him and just began walking. The hotel wasn’t far from the club, she could see if Ember was there and get a ride back to work that way. As far as she was concerned Darnok no longer existed and she had to restart her life as best she could. 

Thankfully Ember was there, along with some of the others she knew. The walked helped to clear her head and kept her from looking overly disheveled as the tears had time to fall, but the cool air kept her face from going too red or splotchy. Ember called it a night early and headed out with Lia, driving her to her work and then following back to their building. 

Like a good friend Ember stayed with Lia all night, letting her friend rage and cry, doing whatever was needed to get it all out. It was necessary to heal, the wound had to be cleansed before the healing could begin. It was a shitty situation for certain, but Lia was strong and would eventually be able to move on. Until then, she had friends that would help her through all this. 

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Momo, Mina, Jirou and Uraraka with a soft, affectionate girlfriend

So there wasn’t only one request for my girls here, there were like five so imma just improvise with the summary here, Basically how the girls would be like with an affectionate and cute/soft girlfriend. Ya know my bi ass has had a crush on Mina since day 1 and Momo can like step on me. I haven’t written anything for our girl squad like ever and that should be a crime. Love ya. 💖💖💖

rules

masterlist

warnings: fluff 

Momo Yaoyorozu

-Soft girl herself. 

-Although she is a straight up dom, her soft girly and flustered side comes out while you two spend time together. 

-She loves your clothes, will literally have a stroke if she sees you in a soft baby pink outfits. 

-You look extra cute and soft and fluffy and oh so kissable. 

-Your bubbly personality scares her insecurities away. 

-Like if she starts doubting herself while you’re around you mind go into killer mode and roundhouse her ass for talking bad about herself. 

-She is really impressed by your emotional switch. 

-I mean she physically sees you being all lovey dovey with her and your friends, the sweetest brightest ray of sunshine that has ever graced this earth and the moment Mineta opens his mouth to say some shit your aura changes. 

-You can almost see the darkness that surrounds you while the grape talks. 

-A savage. 

-Although you are a really feminine individual no one should dare underestimate you. 

-She becomes an extra proud girlfriend when she sees you kick some Bakugou ass because he called you a girly extra.

-Low key scared of your berserk mode but she loves you. 

-Soft dates. 

-She knows you love colorful flowers and you are generally really closely connected with nature so dates to the park or to the cherry blossoms during spring are necessary. 

-Her family loves you. 

-They welcomed you with open arms the very first time you stepped in their home as Momo’s friend. 

-Her mom could see how much her daughter liked you and she shipped it. 

-Her and Mina are your number 1 stans. 

-Expect to be spoiled to death. 

-You glance at a dress while you two are out on a date? 

-Its in your closet the very next day. 

-You bake for her and she falls even deeper in love with you. 

-She’s weak for your cakes and more often than not she will sneak some into her room. 

-Your cuddling powers are out of this world. 

-She will come to your dorm after a long day and just lose herself in your embrace. 

-She only sleeps in your room if you ask her to stay the night. 

-Despite how tired she may be she will pick herself up and drag her feet to her room. 

-All in all a wholesome relationship.

-Soft babiesss 

Mina Ashido

-Ah yes my wife.

-I’m a freaking simp for her. 

-Crack heads.

-Periodt.

-She loves your soft girly aesthetic and even tries to copy your style so you could be matching girlfriends. 

-The pink becomes too much though so she settles for different colors. 

-You propose white and pale green. 

-She takes your advice and goes out the very same day for shopping. 

-Dragging you, Jirou, Sero and Denki along. 

-Your friend group is fed up with how clingy she could be. 

-Like legit she will hang from your arm constantly and will whine if you have to leave her behind because reasons. 

-Bakugou is this close ( -><-) to blasting her into the next dimension. 

-She is a scaredy cat and jumps at the smallest sound. 

-You take that in your advantage and take up the rule as the knight in shining armor. 

-Movie nights are usually horror nights for the two of you and you always puff up your chest in an attempt to appear tough. 

-The pink accessories kinda ruin it though. 

-She finds it funny how you talk about beating someone’s ass while you are wearing a unicorn onesie. 

-She has a matching one though so sh isn’t one to talk. 

-Just like Momo she is scarred of your berserk mode. 

-Not scarred for her life but for the rest of the class. 

-And god forbid Mineta says something about her. 

-She can see the raging flames growing around you as he continues to go on about how hot it must be to be sandwiched between you two. 

-She has to hold you back from bashing his face in. 

-Although if he pushes it too much she lets you go and mayhem ensues. 

-She really enjoys your cooking. 

-Always present when you are baking for two reasons. 

- A) to eat some of the batter because its delicious. 

- B) to tease you and make a mess.

-She tried cooking along side you once but it was a disaster. 

-Her excuse was that you were too pretty so you distracted her. 

-She used salt instead of sugar. 

- “They’re both white baby!!”

- “So is cocaine you dummy.”

- “We have cocaine?”

-Face palm. 

-She won’t leave your room if you begin to cuddle. 

-Begin is a strong word considering she won’t allow you to let her go. 

-So continue suits this situation more. 

-She doesn’t care how you two cuddle as long as she has you in her arms or vice versa. 

-Wrapping her arms around your waist while you study, placing you in her lap while she games with Sero, laying you on top of her so you can fall asleep after a long day or simply holding your hand. 

-She just wants to feel close to you. 

-The closer the better. 

-Says I love you at least three times a day.

-I want my Mina!!!!

Jirou Kyouka

-Music girlfriends.

-She has a whole song dedicated to you. 

-She even sang it during the UA festival. 

-You are really into lofi music and really soft, fluffy songs so she makes you a playlist with her favorite lofi songs. 

-She loves when you hum along with her. 

-She knows you have a good voice but since you don’t feel comfortable singing she doesn’t push it. 

-Stands there and sways along with the rhythm.

-Swears that when you do sing you  become an angel on earth.

-Blinding brightness. 

-Finds it funny how your aesthetics collide. 

-There you are the softy pink fairy full of flowers and sunshine. 

-And next to you stands Jirou, her dark clothes making a big contrast to your baby pink skirt. 

-You adore the difference and make it your mission to dress as brightly as possible making the difference stand out even more. 

-You make her bentos like daily. 

-Really appreciates it. 

-She doesn’t have to wait for lunch. 

-Plus your cooking is wow. 

-She doesn’t really like shopping but will come with you if you want her to. 

-Any time spent with you is enough for her. 

-She spends most of her time at the guitar store lol. 

-You bought her a new guitar for her birthday and you made her cry. 

-It had her initials on it too. 

-You walk to class together every morning and go back to the dorms holding hands. 

-Says a sweet little I love you when you part ways for your training. 

-Scared for her life when you get mad. 

-That sinister smile that spreads across your face when you hear Mineta say something about her boobs is the scariest sight in the whole world. 

-Screw Shigaraki. 

-You can be the new master of evil with that smile.

-You are not violent though so she doesn’t have to hold you back... physically. 

-Your words can be true venom. 

-She has to clam you down before you make Mineta cry. 

-Could kill for your cuddles. 

-Doesn’t like to admit it but she really loves being the little spoon and would just nudge you without speaking.

-You of course get the message and hug your girl. 

-She is surprised by how strong you are. 

-You can lift her while she clinges to your front or back like she weighs nothing. 

-Walks around with Jirou wrapped around your torso like a koala. 

-She loves it, you love it everyone else finds it kinda weird when they spot you but who cares? 

-Spends the night in your dorm regularly. 

-She doesn’t even ask she just falls asleep in your bed, taking all the space and making you squeeze between the wall and her. 

-Lovely little sweethearts. 

Uraraka Ochako

-Um you are being soft together. 

-Soft girlfriends™.

-You share clothes all the time since your aesthetics kinda match. 

-You two can be demons if provoked. 

-A third party has to intervene if someone insults you and you go into protective mode. 

-You both get that dark look in your eyes as you stare down at Mineta. 

-Really she’ll just through him up into the sky and you’ll use your quirk to send him to America. 

-Deku and Iida protect the class from you.

-In general though, when you aren’t being feral beasts sworn to protect the innocent, you are two little angels. 

-Your soft aesthetic completes her perfectly and your caring nature goes hand in hand with her mom-friend tendencies. 

-Caring girlfriends. 

-You babysit Deku together and take care of him when he starts breaking...everything. 

-She really likes training with you. 

-She finds it fun and oh so attractive when you are coming at her. 

-May have a small kink right there. 

-Power play maybe......

-Cooking.Dates!!!!!

-She likes to cook so when she found out that you are amazing in the kitchen she was hooked. 

-You might spend hours and hours just baking sweets and then passing them around the dorms. 

-Like Momo she only stays the night if you ask her or mention having a sleepover. 

-Otherwise she will gather her stuff and go back to her room. 

-Cuddles cuddles cuddles. 

-You are obsessed. 

-She is so soft to the touch and you fall asleep instantly.

-She loves it when you fall asleep on her. 

-You’re like her wittle baby. 

-Holding hands is a must wherever you are. 

-Walking to class? linked pinkies.

-Out on a date? Intertwined fingers.

-Hanging out in the common room watching a movie with the rest of the class? Linked elbows. 

-Chilling in your dorm? An arm around her shoulder. 

-Really touchy in general. 

-Not too touchy though because she respects the others around you. 

-Plus you are friends with Iida.

-He will push you apart if he sees you remotely kissing her cheek. 

-Class 1-A’s favorite couple. 

-So freaking cute omggggg.

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