#don’t u dare leave us bastard

[carebearcody]

TRENTTTTT

[comfortless]

ur konig fics heal me thank you my morning is better :DD

anww, i had a bit of a question! i wasnt sure if u have already answered this question, but how would konig react if he finds out his darling is somehow affiliated in the same field he's in? whether that be a medic or smth else etc etc aside from that, i love ur fics c:

thank you, beloved! ^^ i did a bit here!

but to expand on that a little, i think you may get more leeway with him being a medic.

Instead of being pestered to return home (his home), you may just get this brute extending a hand to help you out. Not that he’s got a lick of medical training. He can patch a wound with a makeshift tourniquet in the midst of some firefight, knows well enough not to fall asleep when he’s been banged up a bit too much, but assisting you with other people is a very large, pronounced “No.”

Soothe him by letting him hover a bit and watch you work. He’s not supposed to be in here, but it’s nice having some wolf in sheep’s skin nearby to pass you the gauze from across the room. So long as he isn’t lifting or touching the poor injured souls in your care, it shouldn’t be much of a problem, right? No one dares to peep any criticism for your work when you’ve got a smitten Goliath nearby, anyway.

Except, he does get a bit jealous here. You’re so gentle with the operators in your care, cooing to them and tending to their every need like a servant rather than the lovely angel that you are to him. He almost wishes that he weren’t so good at what he does, just to experience that once. Or twice. Or for a lifetime. Whatever time you’re willing to give to him, he will take it.

Maybe he gets a bit reckless, gives himself a minor injury by pulling something in the midst of lifting weights. König doesn’t do that; when he fucks up, he deals with it himself, so it’s more than a little strange to see him crossing into the room with an actual injury. It won’t put him out for long, just enough time to experience your gentle hands over him, see that caring look in your eye directed toward him instead of one of these bastards that doesn’t truly appreciate you, not the way that he does at least.

He misconstrues you just doing your job as an outright declaration that what he feels is mutual, and maybe it is, because the care that you give to him is different. You laugh, not at him or his injury, but out of pure mirth when you ask who’s going to offer you ibuprofen instead of gauze now. Your touch is lingering, and you playfully shove the shoulder that hasn’t been wounded when he tells you a kiss would cure him better than any medicine.

His wayward courtship comes with every nick or scrape he “suffers”. The comments grow increasingly strange the moment you’re on your knees tending to the tiniest bruise you’ve ever seen on a man. You both know it’s absolutely nothing, that all of this is absurd and silly and he should just make some sort of move already. Except, that when he does tell you this scene would be so much better in his room, you’re quick to shush him and request that he leave.

… But you don’t stay angry with him for long.

Your favorite soldier always returns to you.

The next time with a clumsily plucked, yellow wildflower and a stare that borders on unnerving when he thrusts the dainty thing into your face; a tight-lipped apology follows when he tells you that he’s not sure what came over him, you’re just so pretty, and that he thinks about you so often it’s making him more than a little crazy.

The time after that with food from a restaurant away from base and another vague profession of love.

And again, with some pretty necklace in tow that he claims used to belong to his mother. König is more intense than ever when he strings the jewelry around your throat with shaking hands, dips his head down to huff into your ear as an arm snakes around your waist to keep you trapped there against him.

“Is that enough?” is the growl that follows, the warmth of his breath and the sheer intensity in his voice causing every hair at the back of your neck to stand on end.

“For what…?” And you could almost pray he’s not truly dumb enough to attempt to lure you into his bed for a string of jewelry his mother trusted him with.

“To make you like me.”

To anticipate something that sounds so innocent from a man who kills for a living is unheard of. You already suspected after his ridiculous comment about a kiss, already knew from the start with all of the trinkets he’s fetched for you, but the thought that he didn’t know already… poor thing.

So, you tell him that you already do, that you have for a while, it’s just that maybe suggesting you blow him before offering a proper date is more than a little inappropriate. Not that having your overgrown suitor chasing your heels is any less.

[elthadriel]

💛 EchoFoxFives. U bastard

Echo’s changed. He holds himself with a stiffness that doesn’t want the differences acknowledged. Fox categorises each and every difference, comparing each with a criticalness to the last time Fox saw him.

The neon lights that characterise this part of Coruscant leave him looking even more sallow than he is. His prostheses are clunky and ugly, but worse is the awkwardness that Echo moves with them. He’ll learn, Fox has no doubt about that, but the Separatists have taken so much from him.

Fox took the rest.

Echo’s face remains blank, eyes sharp and knowing. It’s one of the few things that hasn’t changed.

“I shot him here,” Fox says and touches the point on his own armour—high up on his chest, just to the left of centre. “In case you’re planning on being poetic about it.”

Echo doesn’t smile. His right hand hangs by his holster. Fox is a quicker draw. He could get himself the complete set. He’d made that joke before, sweaty and panting, Fives and Echo’s limbs tangled around his own. He can’t remember if he’d said it aloud then, but this time decides against it.

“Rex told me what happened,” Echo says.

Fox scowls. He’s sure Rex told Echo everything. How long would he have waited? How desperate would he have been to turn more people away from Fox.

Echo pushes away from the wall. He’s taller, not by much, but his new legs don’t match the length of his old ones. He’s in borrowed armour, white and untouched, not even kama to break it up. Does Rex know that Echo came looking for him? Would he approve?

“I wouldn’t shoot you,” Echo tells him. He takes a step closer and then another, and then the fog of his breath is mixing with Fox’s. His voice hasn’t changed either, but the way he uses it with Fox has. All the familiar warmth has gone, drying up into something frigid and wary. “I’d choke you. I’d want to feel it.”

Fox lifts his chin, daring Echo to prove it.

That gets a smile. Echo’s hand closes around Fox’s throat, tendons sharp lines through delicately thin skin. The pads of his fingers drag over Fox’s pulse and then his arm drops.

“Rex doesn’t know you,” Echo says, the rest goes unspoken. “Did you kill Fives?”

“Yes.”

Something too terrible to name flashes over Echo’s face.

“Why?”

“I’m sure Captain Rex has already told you. He went mad. He had to be stopped and the captain had already made a mess of it.” He’d told Fives not to talk to Rex, but he’d insisted. It might not be fair to be bitter towards a dead man, but Fox is very bitter—there’d been no need for it to be so public.

“I know you, Fox.” He does. That had been a mistake, but one it’s far too late to undo. Fox would, if it were an option. He’d have never let either of them into his life.

The air this deep is stale and polluted. It chokes up Fox’s throat and burns his eyes.

“He told me to,” Fox croaks. “The chips… The chancellor…” He doesn’t know where to start. He can’t say too much. Not here.

Echo nods like he’s already said enough, the brain that made him so valuable racing. “You needed space to work.” It’s not a question. “You needed the chancellor to trust you. If Fives escaped you’d be watched too closely.”

Fox nods. He’d thought it might be easier to have shared this awful secret he’s been carrying. It’s not. Fives is still dead.

Echo kisses him, lips cracked and dry, the shape of his face all wrong. His eyes are wet when he pulls away, but there’s a determined set to his jaw.

“What did Fives know? What have you found out? Tell me everything.”

[emmyrosee]

EMMY EMMY EMMY!

I come with another Tik Tok trend I'm obsessed with.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CqoOfZ9IxZb/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

(this is technically a reel but it started on TikTok)

Imagine doing that chain pull to some of our lovely volleyball dorks. Some would be absolutely shocked and flabbergasted especially if their partner is normally very shy and dare I say submissive Some would just be so smug about it and possibly turn it back onto you, but I think the overall reaction would just be them being absolutely turned on from reader doing that.

I'm trying to think of anyone specific but I can't choose lol so I'm leaving it up to you!

JEAR DESUS-

No because. BECAUSE, B E C A U S E?? I thought very long and very hard about this, and you can’t TELL ME THIS ISNT OIKAWA OKAY?? JOSH IS COMPLETELY OIKAWA ENERGY JUST LOOK THROUGH THE OTHER VIDS OKAY 😤😤❤️

And he’s such a cocky bastard that the idea such a trend could render him a complete wreck is just�� it’s so delicious.

Like he’s used to you shoving him into your tiktoks, and sure, when you asked him what chain he was wearing, he gave you an honest answer because it’s you, you’d never do anything sneaky or nefarious to him to give him more gray hairs, right?

You’ve never lead him astray before, he lies to himself.

“Baby,” you chirp from the other room, taking his attention from his book to look out into the hallway.

“What, love?”

“Come here, I found a new tiktok trend!” He sighs dramatically and loud enough for you to hear, “hush! It’ll take all of four minutes, come here.”

“I don’t have the energy for this,” he teases, but he does instantly come over and plant himself in front of you. You grin and gently press the record button on your phone, and the music starts to play.

You gently sway and dance against him, and he sinks his teeth into his lip and grins happily.

Then, you grip his chain, and as you pull him down, he yelps in shock before his eyes go wide and his jaw slacks. You’re exuding a complete dominance that he is weak to, and he feels a clammy nervousness break over his muscles and skin.

Your hand smooths up his cheek, and he whimpers before giving the camera a cheeky look. You snicker, but your world flips and your camera is left to itself as he tosses you over his broad shoulder and makes a mad dash for the hallway.

“Rip everything off of me. I’m yours, babe. You’re killing me with these fuckin’ trends.”

[fairydust-stuff]

Banana fish au based off Mermaid Forest Part 2

Yut lung gasped Arthur pulled Ash off of him. “Off the southcoast, the cove you’ll find you’re mermaid.” the boy said brushing off the other boys hands with annoyance.

“ Ash, Griffin wasn’t angry with you at the end” Yut Lung added smiling oddly at him. It hit him there was complete sincerity in those sly eyes. 

“You’re probably a fraud, if you had powers why live here?” Ash motioned to the shabby beach house. A simple bed a kitchen, herbals stocked. It was humble and the only strange thing  about it was the various instruments strewn about.  “ Its where Yau sai wanted to live.” 

“ You live with someone?” Ash asked looking around for signs. 

“ He’s always with me.” Yut Lung replied with a gentle smile. Ash was suddenly struck with the realization. He was cute is a weird, vague slightly ominous sort of way. “Still, thanks you might be a crackpot but…..” Ash shrugged “If you give people reassurance about their dead relatives maybe you’re not bad.” 

Yut Lung looked surprised then laughed. 

Dino interrupted sharply “ How do we catch a mermaid?” 

“ Haven’t you heard mermaids cann’t resist the lure of music.” Yut Lung said softly. 

“Is that why you have all these” Ash picked up a flute.” You done some hunting of you’re own?” 

“ Why of course, everyone enjoys a good hunt now and again.” 

“ Can you um draw us a map?” Shorter asked 

                  Yut Lung appologized and did so. Dino grabbed the boys chin making him gasp. “Once, I consume the mermaids flesh. I’ll be comeing back for a visit.” his eyes glinted with greed. Ash shoved him off Yut Lung, rage rolling though him. 

“ Leave him alone you bastard!” he spat 

“ Jealous Ash, don’t worry, i’ll share the flesh, you’ll never lose my favor.” the lecherous old man promised. Ash wanted to be sick at the thought. “But I intend to sample the exotic beauty over there.” Dino promised. 

“ You have quite the appetite Captain Golzine.” Yut lung said tightly. “ Maybe you should pay attention to whats on your plate before you shove it down you’re gullet” he added softly.

Dino chuckled “ Good, I like spice.” he taunted before leaving. 

Ash turned to Yut Lung “ You should get out of town. The old man will come back. Then you and Yau sai….it won’t be nice.” 

Yut Lung looked at him in understanding “ No, I doubt it will.”  

Ash looked at him in frustration “ You’re not going to leave.” 

“ Why do you care, we barely know one another.” 

Ash paused “ What cause i’m a pirate, I cann’t have standards” he asked. 

Yut lung looked at him “ Don’t touch it, the mermaid flesh i’ll bring you nothing but pain.” 

“ I’m not interesting in immortality, I just want to get even with those scaly bitches” Ash admitted. 

“ So its revenge your after allright cann’t be helped.” Yut Lung smiled “ Yau sai and I will be rooting for you.” he touched his own hair. 

Ash felt awkward “ Uh thanks, I guess.” he left the hut shaking his head what a weird boy ***  

Arthur came back to the hunt at night. He’d slipped away once the others were asleep. Last day before the set on their epic quest. He snorted idolts. He slipped though the front door only to be slapped by an irate looking Yut Lung. 

“ How dare you lead that pervert to my doorstep!” 

Arthur rubbed his jaw with a smirk “ I don’t see how it matters. You won’t be seeing any of them again” he reminded him. 

Yut lung’s face fell, he looked oddly diapointed by the idea.  Arthur scowled “ Its Ash lynx isn’t it, you’re sweet on him darlin?” he accused the thought made his blood boil. “I know you’re insane Yut Lung but have some dam standards!” 

Yut lung glared at him “ Why are you here? I played my part.” Arthur wrapped a hand around his waist “ You did, I just want to know if you want some” 

“ No, thank you….” Yut Lung retorted pulling away. 

 That ungrateful! “ Have you forgotten who took you in?” Arthur reminds him “Who puts up with you’re crazy obsession?” his hands tighten around him.  

“ We have an arrangement. I’ve kept up my side of things” Yut Lung said coldly. “ Even when its not to my taste.” 

Arthur sneers “ Snob, meat is meat.”  he pulls him into a sharp kiss that becomes bloody. They separate 

“ You should get back before they miss you and Arthur.” Yut Lung picked up a flute with a playful smile “ Take this after all mermaids love music.” they both laugh

[siremasterlawrence]

You Owe Me

Detective Andrew Ray Mulligan is awoken at the bedside when his cell phone ringing and vibrating loudly forcing him to answer the call. He stares at the screen unhappily to see his boss and he is told to come to a crime scene his anger rages loudly in the high of the moment.

He angrily gets up trudging to his shower he turns on the bath the time flies by as he is lathering up throughout his body the suds grow. He returns to his room shifting to and through his closet he gets his uniforms from a hanger getting dressed he grabs his keys leaving.

Slamming the door he walks in to the car in a huff he sits in the driver seat, placing his hands on the panel he slid down and the keys in the ignition, and swipes the keys as the engine revs on. He drives off to a wooden secluded area for from his home hitting the side road.

Nearing the edge of the city the cop car is lit brightly racing through the area the cabin is blown up for all to see, he exhaustively is sighing dragging on come to a form he stop the car, and proceeds to exit his feet hit the ground. The door closes a bit laying on the car door.

He is not to exciting for the scene unfolding before him showcasing everything with the more and more cops flooding the area a bit of it. They root through the trash, car, home and more he stood not to knowledgeable about the situation and another guy came to him.

Andrew time is sped up in the movement of it all landing in between the tape ropes he lift it upward he slid under it crossing past the lawn he see a strange light in his face it roams the chain. He snuck in passing his chief officer checking the compound front to back.

“FREEZE” he shouts hands on his gun as he opens the door, pulling out his gun steadily not startling him, the man raises his hands in smarmy way, the cop searches pushing him to the wall slamming him down and he patting him down and feeling him up he has no idea.

“Who are you punk? Answer me? Don’t you dare move on me? What the fuck?” He yells finding an odd object in his right pocket it is glowing surrounding the encasing of his own room. The man bends his hands behind his back using his hand cuffs to tightening it on him.

“You are under arrest….uuuuuhhhh….what are you…doing jerk….bastard…stop flashing it…you will be taken in….” Andrew states in a shock the young man kicks him in the shin as he pushes back.

“You thought I would let you take me in.”

“Yyyyeeesss! Arrogant prick”

“Men like you suck”

“I am not in the mood to hear your”

“SHUT UP!”

“I will own you soon enough”

“Why can’t I move?”

“Let me go”

“Remove my handcuff”

“Throw them to the side”

“Kiss me”

“Make it work”

“Stare deep in to my eyes “

“Surrender to the void”

“You can’t fight”

“You can’t resist me”

“You love me”

“Live for me “

“I feel like I know you”

“You don’t “

“I don’t”

“Swear your allegiance to me”

“I swear”

“To serve”

“You can’t win”

“I am your God”

“My God!”

“Succumbing all to me”

“I am slipping “

“Take ownership of me”

“You racist piece of shit”

“Yeah babe!”

“I slapped you”

“You need me”

“Why can’t you see that “

“Kiss me, embrace me and do as I say “

“I can’t…must…have too”

“B-u-t”

“What?”

“Stop fighting me”

“You are not in charge “

“Report”

“Yyyyeeesssss”

“We can do this all night”

“Report detective”

“You hate me”

“Don’t you?”

“Yes”

“Fuck you”

“I am so awful right “

“You are ugly mess”

“SMASH”

“Oooowww”

“Bitch”

The end

[laawlesss]

;; Midnight Escapades .. 

— ;; minific monday ! a oneshot (almost) every monday, usually under 5k words.. (.. usually ..)

>> in which sanji cheers you up.

; words ? ; 4.8k.

; warnings ? ; none.

; genre ? ; fluff/comfort.

; request ? ; no.

; pairing ? ; vinsmoke sanji x reader.

; notes ; first sanji fic !!! this was chosen by the lovely folks in my discord server <3 fem terms used for reader, also sanji is toned down from straight up simp to just a hopeless romantic. fast burn ! bc i was in the mood to write romance. hope u like !!! crossposted on ao3.

    You could feel tears pooling at the edges of your eyes, a stray drop rolling down your cheek. You were so embarrassed. Your first date in ages and you’d been stood up. Sitting all alone, three drinks deep, you probably looked pathetic. Running your hands over your face, you let out a sigh, before pulling out your phone. Your last message of, ‘Hey! I’m here!’ had been read by your date, who’d apparently decided you weren’t worth their time. Dropping your phone down on the table, you picked up your wine glass, trying to decide what to do.

 

    While you were busy staring into the swirling depths of your wine, your waiter had stepped up to your table again. In his hand was a new bottle and a notepad, his posture relaxed as smoke from his cigarette drifted toward the ceiling. You weren’t sure if it was code, but it gave him an odd, charming air that you were drawn to. His striking blonde hair covered one eye, and he had a soft smirk on his face. The small name tag on his apron read “Sanji”.

    “Ready to order now, darling?” The way he spoke was smooth and full of charisma. “Or would you prefer another refill?” He set the bottle down on the table, prepping his notepad as he readied his pen. Seeing your face drop slightly, his demeanor shifted, and his brow furrowed. 

    “Ah, no, no thank you.” You hastily wiped your tears. You didn’t need anyone seeing you cry. “Sorry, I‘ll just uhm, get the check.” You trailed off, clutching the fancy napkin in your lap. You had been so excited, dressed up a little nicer than you usually did, and had saved up your paychecks to go to a fancier restaurant, the one you were currently sat in, the Baratie. You had felt so pretty, so happy, now you felt ridiculous. Your dress seemed foolish and tacky, and you definitely looked a scene sitting alone for going on almost two hours, only asking for a refill as you hoped your date would show. 

    They didn’t. 

    The waiter, Sanji, looked confused, before he slid his notepad back into his pocket and set an elegant hand on the table. “Was something not to your liking?” He pulled his cigarette from his lips and put it out, blowing the smoke away from you. The man didn’t seem like your usual waiter, more intent and focused on you. 

    “Oh! Um, no, the wine was lovely.” Your gaze fell back to your hands folded in your lap, and you bit your lip to hide your emotions that threatened to breach the surface. “I didn’t mean to hog a table, I’m sure another group of customers could have used the seats.” You sighed, reaching for your bag and wallet. “I guess it’s what I get, huh? Choosing a fancy restaurant on a first date and they don’t even show.” 

    Sanji was taken aback for a moment, before a sudden anger and frustration filled his eyes, though it wasn’t directed at you. The way you sent him a wide, half-broken fake smile while you ignored the sparkles of tears that bordered your lashes sent a pang of fury through him. Who would dare to crush your hopes like this? His hand on the table curled into a fist. 

    “So you were stood up?” It was an unnecessary comment, but he was vocalizing his anger. “What kind of bastard does that to such a sweet lady.” His brows were furrowed as his voice took on a furious tone, a slight growl leaving his throat. You weren’t sure why he was so upset, you were sure that he had to deal with similar situations as a waiter for such a nice restaurant. He had been nothing but charming to you as you were waiting for your date, and now that he was showing such emotion on your behalf somewhat drew you to him. 

    You nodded slowly, fiddling with your fingers. “…It’s alright! Maybe something came up.” You fed yourself the line in the attempt to make yourself feel better. The waiter seemed to have fire burning in his eyes. “I’ll, um, get out of your way, I'll just pay for the wine.” Lowering your voice, you pulled your card out of your wallet and held it out to the waiter. With a lightly calloused hand, he gently pushed your card away. 

    “Nah, I’m not going to make you pay for this.” Sanji cracked his knuckles then began to undo his apron, untying the knot from behind his back. You looked at him in confusion. He… wasn’t going to make you pay? What kind of waiter was he? 

    “What? Why?” You stared up at him as he lay his apron on the table, holding his hand out to you. He sent you a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with pure innocence and excitement. 

    “I don’t make a habit of disappointing ladies like yourself. I think that bastard has made you suffer enough on your own tonight, what kind of man would I be if I burdened your wallet as well?” His voice was airy and light, and he seemed to have good intentions. You stayed seated, more confused than anything. “C’mon.” 

    Sticking your wallet back into your bag, you slung it over your shoulder. “Are you.. quitting? What’s going on?” You asked, still unable to really get a read on the situation. He’d taken off his apron, did he decide to quit because you got stood up? It made no sense. 

    “Oh no, not at all. I just figured I’d offer a lady such as yourself a better evening than having to dwell on being stood up.” You took his hand, standing and gently dusting off your dress. “I’m technically the sous chef here, but I was standing in as a waiter due to lack of staff.” He shrugged, steadying you as you gathered yourself. With a soft smile you went along with it, welcoming a distraction. You knew to be wary of strangers, but the man in front of you seemed genuine and harmless. 

    Making sure you had all of your things, you let him lead you away from the table. “Oh. That makes sense, I suppose.” You decided not to think too hard on it. The waiter was attractive and warm with his actions, and you’d found yourself drawn to him from the moment you had sat down. 

    He flashed you a dazzling smile, before stopping by the kitchen. Pausing, he raised his voice enough for the chefs in the kitchen to hear him over the ruckus of their cooking. “HEY OLD MAN! I’M LEAVING EARLY!” Sanji shouted, making sure you were out of the way so he wouldn’t be yelling at you. 

    “NO THE HELL YOU AREN’T, YOU BRAT!” A loud, brash voice answered, and Sanji just sent a middle finger towards the kitchen, not bothering to respond. You didn’t know how to react, before you held a hand over your mouth to suppress a light giggle. You never expected the gentlemanly chef to have such a harsh side to him. 

    “You won’t get fired if you shout like that?” You questioned, amused. In an instant he turned back to you, lightly gripping your hand and leading you to the front of the restaurant. 

    “Probably not.” He shrugged, taking your hand and giving you a light-hearted twirl before moving to hold the front door open for you. “The chef’s like my old man, he’s too soft-hearted to kick me out.” You hadn’t noticed before, but Sanji wore a black double-breasted suit with the sleeves rolled up, something that made him seem endlessly elegant. His gaze was fixed back towards the restaurant as you stepped out, and you took the chance to really look at him. 

    His jaw was sharp and angled, and his dark goatee seemed to fit him perfectly. The eye that wasn’t covered by his fluffy blonde hair was a lovely steel blue, sparkling and intelligent. His brow had an interesting spiral to it at the end, something that intrigued you in the fact that it suited him. His arms were strong and seemed toned, his hands calloused from what you now knew was likely years of experience in the kitchen. 

    He turned his head to you, and you quickly spun away, giving him a small thank you as you stepped out onto the street. The lights of the Baratie glowed behind you, the elegant sign above the front door bright and inviting. There weren’t too many people out since it had grown pretty late, the sky fading to shades of dusk and early night. There was a slight chill in the air and you bundled into yourself to fight off the cold. 

    After noticing your minuscule shiver, Sanji had pulled off his suit jacket in an instant and laid it over your shoulders. “Would hate for a darling like you to catch a cold.” He nodded, resting his hand hesitantly on your lower back. His gesture was welcome, and you weren’t about to reject the warm jacket, but now you worried about him. 

    “Won’t you be cold then?” You asked him with a gentle smile. 

    With a shrug, he gave you a comforting smile. “I’d much rather freeze than allow a lady to shiver.” He nodded, his chivalry shining through with everything he did. Though he was basically a stranger, you felt like you could trust him. Speaking of, he seemed to realize in that instant that he didn’t know your name, and made a show out of asking. 

    With a flourish, he had bowed to one knee in front of you, holding one hand in your grasp as if he was about to propose to you. “Please excuse my incorrigible manners my lady, but may I have the honor of knowing your name?” He was staring up at you like you were made of stars and jewels. 

    You laughed, and urged him to stand, giving him your name. Even just the knowledge of your name seemed to make him elated. He spun, clasping his hands together as he endlessly mumbled affectionate praises. 

    “A lovely name for an even lovelier lady!” He cheered, his attitude much different from when he was arguing with the head chef of his restaurant. His nature, however silly, did lighten your mood. Sanji seemed to glow with glee as you lit up with a smile, embarrassment rising to your cheeks as his compliments struck you. 

    His compliments never seemed to cease, and they began to fluster you thoroughly. It went from subtle ones, like “I’m sure you were out of that damn bastard’s league anyways.” to, “The way your eyes sparkle in the moonlight reminds me of dew in a king’s garden, like jewels in the most extravagant of treasuries.” At this point your stomach was roving with butterflies, and you honestly had never felt prettier. Sanji had a way of speaking that made you feel like the only woman on earth. 

    “How about we go grab a coffee?” He offered, sure that it would warm the two of you up. It was late, but the night could still be considered young. You didn’t have work the next day and could sleep in if you wanted to, and you didn’t think you were quite ready to cut your evening with Sanji short just yet. Though his jacket was offering you a well of warmth, the tips of your fingers were beginning to feel frigid. In a burst of confidence, you reached for your companion’s hand, slipping into his grasp sheepishly. 

    “Yeah. That sounds good to me.” You responded with a short nod, becoming more comfortable with the idea that this was a date. Sanji seemed as though he was going to pass out, the combined feeling of your smaller hand tucked neatly into his alongside your soft voice sounding pleasant and happy hit him like a truck. With his free hand he slapped a hand over his face and turned away from you, a heavy flush over his pretty boy features. His mind was racing and he struggled to calm himself down, taking deep breaths to still his pounding heart. 

    Sanji managed to relax, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. Regaining his dignity, he shot you a dazzling smile that sent your head spinning. He led the way down the street, shortening his strides to match yours. His hand was warm and strong in your grip, something that definitely comforted you. Tugging on him gently, you slipped your joined hands into the pocket of his coat that was still draped over your shoulders. His cheeks were ablaze with heat, his eyes wide as his confusion slowly faded once he realized what you were doing. 

    You sent him a sunshine-filled smile, and Sanji let out a soft sigh. Managing to keep his cool, the chef just focused his eyes ahead of him. He was unsure if he would be able to form actual words if he had tried to speak. Your sweet nature was making him melt, and he hadn’t even known you for more than an hour. He had ultimately decided that he’d made a good decision choosing to take you out to cheer you up. 

    The two of you spoke back and forth, conversation flowing easily as you made your way to the small but picturesque coffee shop that was still open. You ordered your favorite, something sweet, and waited patiently as Sanji ordered a simple americano. You moved to pay, but the blonde fervently declined, adding a honeyed croissant to his order before paying for the both of you. You sent him a look, but he just made another remark about how he wouldn’t be a true man if he let a lady pay for her own order. 

    It didn’t take long for the barista to make your drinks, and soon you had your hands wrapped firmly around the base of a styrofoam cup, enjoying the warmth your drink offered. Sanji took a sip of his americano and let out a satisfied exhale, content with the taste. You blew softly on the steam that rose from yours and waited for it cool before closing your eyes to revel in the sweet flavor. 

    “Good?” Sanji questioned, something in him a bit disappointed that you no longer had the need to hold his hand to keep warm. 

    “Mhm! It’s always good, every time I order it.” You nodded, your breath making small clouds in the chilly night air. Leaning further into Sanji’s coat, you sent him a look, curious about the croissant he had purchased. “To be honest, I didn’t peg you as a pastry kind of guy.” You gave a short, soft laugh as the two of you began walking again, off to an unknown destination. 

    “Oh? Everyone likes pastries, angel.” He grinned wide and gleefully, sending you a smirk. He took the mentioned treat out of the little paper bag the barista had given him and split it evenly, offering half to you which you graciously took. The flaky pastry all but melted on your tongue and it caused you to hum with delight. “See?” Sanji took his own half and savored the sweet honey, pondering thoughtfully for a moment. 

    “I guess so.” Shrugging, you paused for a moment in your walk when you felt your phone buzz. Your eyes widened when you read a text from your date, and you had to tighten your grip on your coffee for fear of accidentally dropping it. 

    ‘im here. wru?’

    Sanji must have noticed your sudden shift in demeanor because he stepped a little closer to you, concern sparking in his bright blue eyes. He didn’t mean to read your texts, but with his short glance he had seen a text from someone who he could only assume was the bastard who had stood you up. From the look of it, he had ignored you for a good two hours, and it sent a wave of fury through the cook. What kind of person left a lady like yourself waiting for two hours? He placed a light but steady hand on the small of your back to make sure you were okay. Somehow you had felt more comfortable with Sanji during the entirety of your short walk than you had when you were messaging your date. 

    “Everything alright, sweetheart?” He asked, partially in an attempt to make sure you were okay, and partially because he wanted to draw your attention off of your date. That smile you had worn so happily had dropped in an instant the second you had received that text and it was beginning to make Sanji’s blood boil. You looked so divine when you were enjoying yourself, now the bastard had gone and filled your beautiful eyes with apprehension and sorrow. Sanji had never met the guy, but he knew he hated him already. 

    “Oh, uh, yeah.” You were startled out of your anxious thoughts by his gentle voice, turning to look at him. “Um, my date just said he’s at Baratie.” Your lips quirked downwards as you tried to figure out what to do. 

    Sanji furrowed his brows and gently tugged you over to a more secluded bench off the sidewalk and next to a cute little park, his hand on your back becoming more of an anchor as your thoughts began to race. Did you go back to the Baratie and pretend as if your date hadn’t left you waiting with no explanation for two hours, or did you stay with Sanji and continue the little coffee date you had found yourself thoroughly enjoying? You felt inclined to return to the restaurant, only because you had set up prior plans even if he hadn’t shown, but what you really wanted to do was stay with the charming blonde cook. Sanji had already treated you better than your date ever had, but your prior engagements still shouted at you. 

    “That bastard.” You heard Sanji mumble before he stepped a foot or two away to light up a cigarette, making sure to blow the sultry smoke away from where you had seated yourself on the bench. “Do you wanna go back?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder. Annoyance and anger was evident in his tone, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you. It took you a moment before you quietly spoke up. 

    “…Honestly, no.” You sighed, coming to a conclusion rather easily. “I just feel kind of bad about it since we did make plans and I won’t be showing up.” Your head tilted down as you messed with the styrofoam cup of coffee that you had set in your lap. You used your fingernails to make small indentations, a small frowny face soon evident in the cup’s exterior. 

    “Why would you feel bad about that? That’s what he did to you. He left you hanging for hours, and he thinks he can just show up now? It’d be perfectly reasonable to tell him to fuck off and block his number. ‘Scuse my language, angel.” He scoffed, unhappily taking a puff of his cigarette as he held his coffee cup loosely in his other hand. It peeved him enough that the guy had the balls to stand you up, but now he was back and demanding your attention. After two hours. 

    You thought over it, before nodding. “Yeah. I probably will.” Biting your lip, you took a final sip from your coffee cup before disposing of it in a nearby bin. You paced over to Sanji, enjoying the slight heat his body gave off against the cold night air. He glanced down at you and jokingly offered you a puff of his cigarette to cheer you up, but was utterly in shock when you took it from his hand and took a long drag. His eyes widened and for a split second, Sanji thought he was in love. 

    You exhaled and watched the smoke drift away, still burdened by too many thoughts. The feeling of a short nicotine rush cleared your head for a second before everything came rushing back. You made a move to take another drag, but Sanji slipped the cigarette out of your fingers before you could. “Careful, princess, these’ll kill ya.” He sent you a comforting smile, to which you sighed and returned. 

    Tugging at his tie to loosen it, Sanji shoved his hands into his pockets and watched the smoke from his cigarette dissipate into the night. Your heart felt weighed down still by your date’s texts. The chef glanced over at you and tilted his head, before holding out a hand to you. You had no hesitancy in your mind when you took it, letting him lead you into the park. The usual bright colors of the neatly kept flowerbeds were dulled by the low light, everything cast in a silver glow from the bright crescent moon. 

    Humming along to some tune in his head, Sanji led you to an open part of the park, before stepping underneath the arched roof of a round gazebo. He waited until you were set on your feet before he spun you gracefully, a delighted laugh leaving your lips. His hum increased in volume as he began to lead you in a dance, skillfully stepping with you in time to an invisible rhythm. A content smirk settled on the man’s face as he held you carefully, his eyes taking in the sight of you gleefully going along with his movements. 

    The two of you danced around the gazebo, laughter filling the air as you felt pure elation building in your chest. Sanji picked up on it, a heavy blush evident on his cheeks. “You’re beautiful.” His softly whispered words drew you to a halt, glancing over at his awestruck face. He seemed utterly taken aback, his eyes wide. Quickly regaining his senses, he slapped a hand over his face and leaned back against one of the short railings creating the outline of the gazebo. Embarrassment was abated in his expression, obviously he didn’t mean to speak with so much intent in such a serious tone. 

    Your heart warmed, and you could feel heat rising to your own cheeks as you stepped closer to him. “So are you.” You responded, sending him a smile that held the sun, moon, and stars. You had really never felt so attached to someone so quickly, you yearned to learn more about the man in front of you, something about him piqued your curiosity. 

    His blue eyes widened, and he pulled his cigarette from his lips to let out the sweetest laugh you’d ever heard. He ran his hand up his face and through his hair, leaning his head to the side as he rested his eyes on you. “I never expected I’d be complimented by an angel.” Exhaling a puff of smoke, he pushed himself up, dreading the words he was about to say. 

    The night had grown long and cold, and it was beyond midnight. He wanted to keep you well into the morning, talk about nothing and just enjoy your presence. But he could also see the tiredness creeping into your features, the small yawns you hid behind your palm. Your eyes blinked slowly, and your breaths were long and deep. Catching you on the trail end of a yawn, Sanji put his cigarette out and dusted himself off. 

    “Alright, sweetheart. It’s getting late and you’re getting tired. Can’t have you falling asleep on the way home.” He leaned over you slightly, resting his hands casually in his pockets. You gave a joking pout, before you stretched and nodded. 

    “Yeah, that’s fair.” Tucking your hands in the sleeves of his jacket, you frowned at the idea of giving it up. You’d found it more comfortable then you had expected, draping over your form. “Thanks for.. y’know.” You gestured vaguely. “Helping me out. I had fun.” You sent him a smile that shocked him to his core, and he turned his face away to hide his utter dismay at having to bring your mini date to an end. 

    “Anything for you, darling.” He managed to wink, hastily gathering his dignity. “Allow me to walk you back to your car? I assume you drove to the Baratie.” He offered you his hand. Part of the reason that he suggested walking you back was to prolong his time with you, and the other was to make sure you got back to your vehicle safely. It was late and dark, and he wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened while you were on your own and he could have made sure you were safe. 

    “Oh! Yeah, that would be nice, thank you.” You took his hand as he led you out of the park and back down the sidewalk. Exhaustion was beginning to tug at your limbs. You lightheartedly swung your joined hands, making Sanji smirk down at you. You had him on cloud nine with every cute motion you made. Eventually you leaned into his side, the blonde man happily supporting you. He was thankful somewhat for the dark and your sleepiness, you weren’t able to see the dark blush across his face. 

    He carefully put an arm around you, making sure you were alright with it, before he tugged you a little bit closer. It had only been an hour or two since he’d pulled you from the Baratie on a hare-brained whim to cheer you up, but now it was the best part of his day— week, even. You had felt safe and comfortable the entire time you were with him, establishing a connection that you felt eager to explore. 

    You weren’t sure if it was the wine in your system, but nonetheless a wave of confidence flowed through you. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed a light, appreciative kiss to Sanji’s cheek, causing him to freeze and tense up. His fists clenched as he struggled to keep himself together, his heart pounding out of his chest. “Thank you, Sanji.” The way his name rolled off your tongue was the breaking point for him, and he pulled away, hiding his face in his hands. He took a deep breath before knocking his head back and staring up at the night sky. 

    “You’re something else. I think you might be the death of me when I take you out again.” He chuckled to himself, his romantic nature setting loose as he had already made plans in his head to take you on a proper date. 

    “When you take me out again?” Sanji glanced over his shoulder at your words, his eyes growing wide as a sheepish grin stretched over his face. You definitely weren’t against the idea. 

    A sunshine-filled smile lit up your expression, and the chef felt internally relieved when he realized he hadn’t spooked you off. Regaining his confidence, he bowed with a flourish, sending you a teasing wink. 

    “Of course, I’d like to take you on a proper date, angel, if you’d let me.” 

    “I’d like that a lot.” 

    The two of you shared gleeful expressions as you neared the Baratie, content in the glow of each other. Sanji brought you to the front door then followed you to your car, leaning on your window once you’d rolled it down. He looked picturesque, his strong arms rested on the frame while his face was accentuated by golden streetlights and silver moonlight. He sent you a charming smile before suddenly remembering to ask for your number, to which you laughed and obliged. He sent you a short text to make sure you had gotten his number in return, and you saved his number to your contacts. 

    “I had a nice time. Thank you for the coffee.” You nodded, leaning back into your seat as you admired the way the soft breeze shifted his fluffy hair. You hated to leave, but he probably had to help close up, and you didn’t want to keep him long enough to become a nuisance. You satisfied yourself with the thought that you’d meet up again. 

    “Anytime! I’m glad I could help cheer you up a bit. Broke my heart seeing such a pretty thing upset.” He grinned, before giving your door a light tap and sending you a wink. He was as charming as ever. “Get home safe, alright angel?” Your heart fluttered in your chest at his words. You bid each other goodnight, and you drove off, watching Sanji wave you off in your rear view mirror. 

    It was only when you’d made it home that you realized you still wore Sanji’s thick suit jacket, panicking for a second before you shot him a text. 

‘hey!!!! i forgot to return your jacket!!!!’ 

    You smiled warmly at his response, clutching your phone to your chest. 

    ‘No worries, princess. You can return it on our next date ;)’

[lovetohate001]

hii i love ur fics sm and ur one of the only 001 smut writers that i love so i have an request (im sorry if this is too ‘wild’😭) but can u do one of sitting on his face/faceriding?it can be whilst they are still in the lab or they ran away and living together

Ride 

Peter Ballard x Female!Reader | R-rated for sexual content

CW: potential spoilers for Season 4 Vol.1

word count: 1.4k

AN: Plot? sorry what plot? porn without a plot? yes. just. yes. and a praise kink, too? yes. edging? that too... i have nothing else to say except enjoy!

© lovetohate001, 2022. reposting/translating is not allowed.

“Are you sure?”

The words were soft and gentle, coming from those lips you’d had claim yours only seconds ago. Peter looked up at you with those bright eyes of his, eyebrows furrowed in what you could only guess was worry.

You reached a hand down and ran your hand through his hair. “I’m sure.”

You’d been carrying on this small escapade with Peter for weeks. You’d known each other for years. Essentially your entire childhood. And now…that friendship had blossomed into something more over the past four years. The love you had for each other was inevitable. After enduring all the hurt Brenner had put the two of you in your early childhood…how you’d crept to each other’s rooms to help the other fall asleep…it had all led up to this.

And you couldn’t have asked for a truer beacon of light in this darkness than the man before you…or rather, the man currently laying between your legs.

“You don’t know just how much you’ve made me want you this week,” he admitted, his breath fanning over your core as he spoke.

He kept his gaze on you. He was propped up on his elbows, his palms flat on the inside of your thighs, gently rubbing up and down. His words sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” humour lilted the ends of his words, a smile teasing you.

Gentle caresses slowly became his hands squeezing your thighs. Your breath hitched at the way he would take his hands away and marvel at the way his hands had left a mark there.

His eyes locked on yours again as his fingers gently trailed along the edges of your underwear. Across your abdomen, the soft skin of your inner thighs, prodding, pressing and ghosting over absolutely anywhere except where you needed him most.

“Please…” you whimpered, your voice shaky and soft. You wouldn’t dare make a sound any louder. If you got caught…

“You need to use your words, darling.”

Frustration and humiliation burned your cheeks. You couldn’t even look at him. Since when were you so shy? So hesitant around him?

“Hmm?” he coaxed you on, his index and middle finger ghosting over your core.

You huffed out a breath and gripped the sheets beneath you.

“Please-Please touch me,” you finally got out.

Wordlessly, and rather unexpectedly, you felt him push your underwear to the side. His fingers felt just right.

“Oh,” you couldn’t help reaching down to put a hand in his hair.

His fingers curled up perfectly, touching you right where you needed him. And it felt sinful. You rolled your hips against his fingers and allowed small gasps to pass your kiss swollen lips, knowing well that it would give him all the encouragement he needed to keep going.

Fingers gripped tighter into his hair. His tongue circled your clit. The moans you longed to hear louder were instead a vibration that sang through your veins. Seeing him between your legs, his hair golden in the evening sun, was something that took your breath away. Until he sucked your bud so harshly, you lifted up a hand to bite down on. You felt the bastard smile against you.

“Don’t…don’t stop…” you gasped, back arching and that small warmth built in you, growing. “Please…”

His fingers slowed and his mouth strayed to your thighs, leaving kisses in his wake, an apology of sorts. You almost cried when you watched him put his fingers into his mouth, tasting you, as if he hadn’t been able to satiate himself from before already.

“My angel, I want us to try something today,” he started, sitting down between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. “Can you trust me?”

“Hmm…” you couldn’t really respond, your eyes fixed on his hands, gently kneading your thighs. You noticed the way your legs trembled slightly. He was definitely to blame.

Peter sighed and let go of your thighs, shifting so he could lie next to you, face to face.

“I know you are incredibly shy…but I thought we could try something different today, don’t you think? Something that I think might make things a bit easier for you…” he trailed off and waited for you to reject his offer.

He knew you tended to stay on the safer side, with the things you knew and expected. He knew you needed to feel safe. And in control.

“I trust you,” was all the energy you had to say. “Show me what to do.”

And that was all he needed from you. His lips met yours, and he brushed his tongue over your bitten and bloodied lip, tenderly. He got up onto his knees and patted the other end of the bed.

“Sit there.”

You obeyed and, with some effort, went to the other side of the bed, grateful that your legs indeed did still work.

Peter lay down where you had been and beckoned you over.

“I want you to face the other way,” he took you by your shoulders and whirled you around. “And I want you to lean over me.”

You were on all fours now, your core right above his mouth.

“Sit up.” That was more of an order. His voice was hoarse, and his hands were around your waist, lifting you up.

A soft moan left you as you felt his hands trail back down to your thighs, holding you in place over him. You couldn’t see his face. But you felt him. His tongue flicked your clit, making your hips jerk down onto his lips.

He lifted you up and latched onto your clit again, sucking gently. Warmth coursed through you as you felt that soft pleasure heat you up again from the inside. Facing away from him like this felt…different.

You swiveled your hips around, hips jolting at the new feelings skittering up your core. oh this was good. His hands on your hips squeezed hard, a low moan reverberating into you in response. You moaned again and leaned back, your hands behind you, on either side of Peter’s head. Hips rocked back and forth over his mouth, and small whines left your parted lips.

A hand found its way up to your bralette, slipping underneath to graze over one of your nipples. You braced both of your hands on Peter’s chest, your breath shuddering out of you in uneven gasps. That tight band coiled in you was so close to snapping, and you had to – needed to do something about it. But Peter knew all too well, and moved his hands back to grip tightly at your hips, holding you in place.

With your body sending sparks in every direction from the touches that lingered on your skin, those slow and tentative licks he left on you drove you past insanity.

“Peter,” you whined, leaning forward to grip onto his thighs harshly, your nails digging into his skin. “Please…stop teasing me.”

You jolted again when he let out a genuine laugh, kissing your clit affectionately.

“If you want it so badly, try harder,” he said, his voice hoarse and so full of lust, you felt your core tighten. “Use me all you want, my angel.”

“Like this?” you grinded your hips down hard, onto his face, whimpering when you felt his tongue dip into your entrance.

“Perfect,” was all he could utter before he squeezed your sides, pushing you down again.

Your nails dug deep into his thighs, hips moving, the flat of his tongue running over your slit up to your clit. A breathy moan left you again. Your movements came to a halt as you steadied yourself, hands splayed over his chest. You were so close.

His hands held your hips so tightly it burned, but you didn’t care. You pressed down onto his mouth, his nose brushing your clit, sending electricity up your aching thighs.

“Fuck…fuck…” you couldn’t stop the obscenities, feeling his fingers press up against your overstimulated clit, his tongue delving deep into you, tracing your entrance and following the movement of your hips.

“Peter, I-“

Your climax ripped through you so strongly that Peter had to hold you up.

“You did so well for me, my angel…” he praised you, his arms wrapped around your waist, gently lowering you to lie against his chest.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and left a soft kiss on his pulse, your eyes already closing. You were sure as hell going to feel all of this tomorrow. Falling asleep to the soft sound of his heartbeat, and soft touches, massaging your aching thighs, was all you could ever ask for. It was one of the reasons why you loved him so much. And why you always would.

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[randomshenaniganery]

How to Handle the Magicam Monsters while getting as much money as possible and avoiding conflict (not made by azul that bitch wishes he was me /j)

1. Getting Cater, Jade and Idia to find out the identities of every single one of these bastards so that we have someone to bring to small claims to (home address, contact info, and family are a must)

2. Printing screenshots of their posts that are literal proof of their crime as well as eyewitnesses. place some of these screenshots in random places to shame them with text detailing what they did wrong as as example and so that I can point at it look at other people and say “look at these bitches horrible fucking asshats yeah?”

3. listing out the prices for everything they broke or vandalize and adding in that emotional distress tax because fuck you Why are these flowers so expensive? Well they’re being home grown in the PRESTIGIOus Night Raven College They could not be compared to any other ingredient u simply buy off in the markets how dare u

4. Blackmail/convince/bully crowley into letting me assemble a security team that does rounds around the school where in said security has the power to remove anyone causing trouble and banning them but we get paid for our troubles because STUDENTS AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE SECURITY CROWLEY THE SCHOOL IS SUPPOSED TO PROVIDE THAT (i want rook to be in this security team I want him to shoot arrows just inches away from peoples faces with a note telling them LAST FUCKING WARNING BITCH)

5. (will apply if I just don’t want to deal with the magicam monsters at all) just ban phones from the whole school. There will be stall where u leave your phone behind and people will watch over it or else just don’t fucking go in. If they bitch about it show them the list of actual fucking crimes committed. We’re no longer allowing people to use their phones within the premises because of how damaging it can be like you kept touching a person’s body part even though they said no? Go to jail I hope your hands get ripped off you pieces of shit

6. (if there is literally no other choice and for some reason crowley won’t ban phones this is the back up rule) just have the halloween party but don’t invite the public. The party is private but the touring thing can be public its not that hard crowley use your fucking bird brain bitch 

7. put up the waffle selling stall outside of the school and like a huge trashcan I’m only putting this here for Jamil’s sanity (I’m not azul i swear) 

8. the most obvious thing i was so shocked riddle didn’t do was put a fucking sign that listed out the things not to do. WHY DID IT TAKE Y’ALL SO LONG TO PUT ONE UP???? and then add the note anyone who breaks this rules will be escorted out of the premises. That’s it, that’s what museums do, its what concerts do, I only need to use an eighth of my brain for this

9. Don’t eject the magicam people by just flying them out they’ll just think its funny and make that a trend what u do is you get a bunch of svanaclaw giant beef heads let them take someone by the arm and drag them OUT OKAY YOU CAN DO THAT BECAUSE ITS PRIVATE FUCKING PROPERTY

10. Convince vil to make a very sad video about how sad he is with how people have been treating his school and he’s just so devastated by what they’ve done and then use ignihyde students to rile up his fans to bash them online and ruin their magicam monsters’ fanbases 

[icarustica]

u said u could make the last prompt angstier. do it i dare u

77 - "you were my best friend" round 2 electric boogaloo

(this one is actually on my archive page i'm very proud of it thank u anon for pushing me to finish it)

tw - implied major character death (none actually occur)

♥♥♥ sorrow ♥♥♥

“Listen, we’re out of wine, alright? The–the fucking besotted ladies who were all swooning over that fuckin’ bard bought us out, alright? The last I’ve got is this cheap Redania and that won’t… okay. Sure, I got it!” yelled the cook from across the bar. 

Geralt, midway through drinking himself into oblivion, blinked owlishly, looking up.

Bard.

He’d found himself in Lettenhove, chasing after a lone drowner traveling up the Sinet river. It ravaged every fishing operation it came across, and Geralt figured once the bastard was dead he’d have fishermen practically throwing coin his way.

“Uh-huh. And of course the flashy boy’s got a whole procession and everything,” scoffed the cook, once he’d snatched the last bottle of cheap wine from underneath the counter. “Everyone all dressed up. Throwin’ flowers. Singin’ that song about that witcher.”

Geralt rose.

The cook looked, and his ruddy face paled. His tirade stumbled to a stop.

“The bard,” Geralt said gruffly. “Jaskier?”

The cook nodded, suddenly solemn. “Y-Yes,” he said. To his credit, he wasn’t afraid. Just… nervous, for some reason. “That’s the one. Our own hometown hero.”

Geralt’s mildly tipsy mind raced.

Why would Jaskier be back in Lettenhove?

Why would there be a celebration in his honor?

His mind landed on the only possible answer.

Marriage. The damn bastard had gone and got married.

The wine - ladies who’d desired Jaskier throwing themselves into alcohol. The procession, the flowers - a celebration fit for a lord.

“Of course,” Geralt grumbled, taking the last swig of his tankard. Misery clawed at his gut - all the unsaid words. All the said ones, the terrible ones spoken in biting mountain air. The one I’d been lucky enough to care for… gave up on me.

Geralt swallowed, lashes fluttering as he turned. He gave up on me.

“Witcher,” called the cook as Geralt walked to the door.

He paused, turned back, and met the cook’s suddenly soulful brown eyes. The cook shifted, still clutching the wine. “If you want to find him… Appleshon hill.”

“When?”

The cook’s brows furrowed. He shrugged. “Any time you like.”

Geralt walked up the hill - steep, with just a sparse cobblestone path to guide him. On the way, he was stopped by an old woman with a cane. One of her eyes was milky blue. “Witcher,” she said.

Geralt bowed his head a little. 

“Where are you going?”

“To see Jaskier,” he replied. “The bard. I suspect there was some big fuss about him around here recently.”

She looked at him kindly, then toddled forward, reaching far upward to card her hand through his hair. She inspected it with the eye that worked, then nodded, seemingly satisfied. “You are his witcher, then.”

“I suppose.”

“You suppose?”

He felt that sinking in his chest again, the unpleasant ache. “I don’t think he’s calling me his anything nowadays.”

“Hm.” Her gaze turned sad. “I suppose.”

And, without another word, she pressed a bouquet of scraggly wildflowers into his hands. Dandelions. Daisies. Little purple things Geralt didn’t know the name of. He swallowed the lump in his throat, eyes firmly trained on their scattered leaves as the old woman turned away.

What a lovely gift, for a lover.

What a dismal apology.

He continued on his way.

Again, he was stopped, this time by a tall man dressed in black, with a large leather satchel. His face was drawn, gaunt. “Ho there,” he called. “Witcher.”

Geralt nodded, slid his eyes away, fully intending to keep going up the hill - he could see the crest now, the shambling stone wall dotted with ivy. Ten minutes, maybe five, and he would be there, closer to Jaskier than he had been in years.

He ran over his speech in his head - all the small things to say, all the large ones to hint at.

“Witcher,” called the man again, voice rough and broken. One dark eyebrow cocked. “What business do you have here?”

“Visiting a friend,” Geralt replied with a sigh, turning to face the other man on the path. 

“No monster-slaying?”

“No.”

“Ah.” The man cocked his head. “Say, if you were ever in the mood to kill a monster, and wanted it remembered… well, I noticed your bard has gone rather into retirement.”

Geralt winced.

“Too soon? Sorry,” the man chuckled, in his gentle timbre. “Well. I’m a writer, not a bard. My name’s Hoid - in case you’ve heard of my work. Perhaps the witcher would like to try stories instead of songs?”

For some reason, anger welled up in his belly. Geralt quieted it with a long breath, in and out. He assessed the man again, from the silver on his shoes to the black stubble on his chin. By all rights, he should have liked this man more than Jaskier - the easy way he talked, the simplicity of his clothing, the wickedness of the knife at his hip…

But it wasn’t Jaskier. It wasn’t his fucking bard. 

“No,” Geralt growled. “Never.”

The writer tilted his head forward in a single nod of acknowledgement. “I understand. Goodnight, witcher, and good luck.”

Geralt watched the man’s back for a long time as he made his way back down the cobblestone hill. 

The door was made of wood. And even Geralt, at his considerable height, could not see over the stone wall. He swallowed the lump in his throat, preparing himself for whatever may lay beyond it –

Jaskier, incensed. Yelling. Screaming at Geralt, ripping his paltry flowers to shreds.

Jaskier, happy. Having forgotten Geralt and his dirt and monsters years ago.

Jaskier…

Geralt swallowed, hand clenched around the wildflowers. He ran through his speech again, through the careful words that had given him the strength to climb those last few steps. Summoning courage, he pushed open the thick wooden gate.

Headstones.

Geralt blinked, and suddenly things seemed to move in slow motion - the crashing of an ocean miles away. The birds circling one bare tree. The headstones all dotted in a row, a tomb or two along the side of the gray wall.

He swallowed, feeling like the continent’s worst fool.

Time moved like a dream. He walked along the headstones, every running word in his mind frozen. He let the heads of the wildflowers scrape the top of the stones, reading name after name, hoping, praying, for something he was too terrified to name.

Nordand Allsor - A Loving Father

Ophela Dart - When The Wind Moves The Tree, Think Thee of Me

Stormund Brekker - Lover, Took Too Soon

Jaskier

Geralt’s mind almost didn’t register it. The last in the row, nestled beneath a tree. He stood there for a long moment, expression blank as he read it, over and over again.

JASKIER.

Bold letters.

Geralt knelt, knees thudding in the dirt. How could he have thought it was a wedding? The flowers, the sad looks, the sudden kindness to a witcher - it couldn’t have been anything else. Jaskier would not be in Lettenhove otherwise. Except to be buried.

Geralt shoved his hand in the dirt, some animal part of him wanting to dig up the fresh earth, needing to touch him, to hold him, to cradle him in his arms and–

He let out a shaky breath, feeling the cool earth in his fingers. Most of him couldn’t believe it, that his bard had gone and died without him.

Geralt slammed the flowers right below the headstone.

His chest shook.

It felt like–

It felt like Jaskier himself was trying to climb his way out of Geralt’s stomach and into his throat.

The thought of it almost made him laugh, the memory of Jaskier’s voice when it became panicked. How ridiculous the man was. The next time Geralt saw him, he’d tell him–

It thudded into him again. A relentless realization, a chain reaction of simple things, the simple fact that he was now a memory, just some man. Geralt imagined fifty years down the road, when he was old and slow and he would have to tell his brothers about the time he had a friend. The time when someone loved him.

“Fuck,” he said, and it shocked the silence away. Now he could hear his own shallow breathing, hear himself tremble, his heart thudding away in his ears. “Fuck.”

His speech.

He’d had a speech.

“I’m sorry,” he started, because that was the beginning, wasn’t it? That had always been the beginning, when he’d imagined this, Jaskier in front of him, gold and alive and sweet and gentle and tough and angry–

“Fucking hell,” he spat at himself. He rubbed his eyes with the hand not grasping at the dirt. He sat up, shakily breathing, trying to find some semblance of composure. He held onto his meditation with a white-knuckled grip, feeling his own spine shake like a tiny dog. He trembled, but he did not break.

He owed him that.

He owed Jaskier dignity.

“I owe you a lot,” he said. “I owe you my life, certainly.” He swallowed. “Friendship. Coin, probably. I think when you… when you left, off that mountain, I took some of your coin with me.” He grabbed his coin purse, and with shaking hands pressed all the gold coins he had into the dirt. “There,” he said. “I…”

He had to pause. To allow his racing heart to return to his body, to let his clouded mind settle on the dirt and the stone in front of him. The sky rumbled, unhappy with his meager apologies.

“I think, though, we both know our friendship is a lot more than an exchange at this point,” he continued, and the words cut up his throat. “I’m truly sorry, Jaskier, for everything I…” he trailed off as he stared at the headstone. 

JASKIER.

He reached forward to press his thumb into the indents. “You were my best friend,” he confessed, and the wind howled and tears pricked at his face. “In the whole world. The whole damn world. And I know it’s too late,” he added, hoarse. “Far too late. I should have been there to protect you, but I was a fool, Jask, I was a fucking bastard to you and I…”

He hung his head. “I wish I could be better to you,” he said, raw. “Give you things you deserve.”

Geralt swallowed.

“You deserve… me. If you want me.”

“Geralt?”

His eyes flew open, staring at the dirt.

Not a good time to start imagining things, Geralt.

“Melitele, I–”

Geralt turned his head, eyes widening, and–

There he was. Dressed in simple, plain clothes, a string of red around his neck, scruffy and long-haired but smelling of wildflowers and chamomile and apples–

Jaskier put a hand over his mouth.

There was a moment of silence, as Geralt, on his knees, felt his heart slow, then quicken, as shock thudded through him again. 

“I can explain,” said Jaskier quickly, holding up a hand. “Those were very nice words, okay, I just–I didn’t want to interrupt, it looked like you were having a moment–”

Geralt stood on admittedly shaky legs, looking at him, just…

He was alive.

The embarrassment of the moment was overshadowed by the beating heart he could hear over the wind.

One moment he had stood, the next he’d wrapped his arms around Jaskier’s very warm, very alive body, pressing his face into the space between Jaskier’s shoulder and his neck. He breathed him in, only briefly wondering if he was allowed this, allowed this contact, before Jaskier’s hands gripped him back.

“Now, listen,” said Jaskier carefully after a moment. “There was a very nasty escapade involving my mother wanting me back to rule over Lettenhove. I had to fake my death. It was really quite an adventure but I can see how you sobbing over my grave–”

Geralt grumbled, deep in his chest. “Not sobbing.”

“Practically sobbing. Really close, in fact.”

Geralt leaned back, and held Jaskier’s chin in his hand, feeling that pulse again. Alive, alive, alive. “Weeping,” he said very seriously.

Jaskier laughed, blue eyes twinkling. Then they faded. “Wait. You’re serious. Geralt, I’m fully prepared to forget what I just saw if you want me to. I swear, even the part about you owing me your life–”

Geralt brushed his hair out of his face. “Don’t joke. I was mourning,” he said, and his voice was still rough. “I never want to mourn you again.”

“Oh,” breathed Jaskier, soft as a whisper. “Well, that’s very–”

Geralt kissed him, soft as anything.

-♥icarusty

[kiss-inthekitchen]

all that you ask of me | loki laufeyson

summary: you and Loki have a discussion about your kinks, and you learn something about him that you weren’t expecting

wc: 1.5k

warnings: smutty themes!! talk of bdsm, both reader and loki are switches and they aren't chill about it, teasing, light degradation but in a cute way, sub!loki, dom!loki, f!reader. loki has huge bisexual switch energy and i had to put it in a fic

a/n: title is kind of unrelated lol it makes more sense in the next chapter. pls let me know if you like it, i love when u guys leave comments or tags !

It’s been a few weeks since you and Loki had started dating and your sexual chemistry has been insane, which was a surprise to neither of you. You’d started out as friends, and even then, any time Loki had so much as brushed his fingers along your skin you felt something akin to electricity spike through your body. And though he was loath to admit it at first, Loki felt the same. So, once you finally gave in to your mutual feelings for each other, things only got more exciting.

Though the two of you had been having sex for weeks, you hadn’t really done anything too spicy yet, still getting used to this new aspect of your relationship. Now, though, you’d decided it would be a good idea to get it all out there, rather than try to figure it out as you went along. Besides, something about the idea of talking things out with Loki like it was nothing more than a casual conversation was thrilling to you.

You and Loki were sitting on the couch, your legs resting in his lap as he absentmindedly soothed circles into one of your calves. You smiled fondly at the way he always had to be touching some part of you. The two of you had covered a few topics already, going over safewords (you were partial to the traffic light system, and Loki agreed) and some of your hard limits, and now you were on to the fun part. Specifically, a rather exciting interest your partner had just confessed to.

“You know,” you mused, unable to keep the teasing smile off your face, “I wouldn’t have expected you to be into submission, what with your whole...thing.”

“My whole thing?” He repeated, raising his eyebrows at your choice of words. You suppressed a laugh. He probably would’ve spent more time on his faux outrage if the look on your face wasn’t so damn cute. “Yes, well. I am full of surprises, aren’t I?”

You hummed in response. “I mean, I had hoped you’d be into it. Or, I guess, fantasized, would be the better w-”

“Did you?” He cut you off, sounding all too pleased.

“Oh, for a while now,” you smirked.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” he said, the admiration in his eyes shifting to smugness as he continued, “I wouldn’t expect you to be a dom, what with your whole thing.”

You made a show of rolling your eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong, though. Compared to Loki, you were much more bubbly and warm, not that he was really so cold anymore, but he was still… him. On top of that, your style tended to lean more toward pastel colors, though lately you were known to also rock some dark green tones. You supposed that from the outside, people would assume you to be the more submissive one in the relationship. Which you definitely could be, but your tastes went both ways.

“Okay, I deserved that,” you relented. “Now come on, tell me what I want to know.”

“Okay, well. I’ve no problem with bondage, as I’m sure you know.”

“You do seem to end up in chains quite often, my love. But... not sexually?” You’d meant for it to be a statement, but then you realized you actually had no idea, your voice lilting up into a question.

He fixed you with a look that very clearly told you you’d been wrong.

Well, okay then. “Right,” you responded, a little breathier than before, trying not to let your imagination run wild just yet. Loki squeezed your ankle playfully, bringing you back before you could lose focus. “So, is there anything you’re not okay with, bondage-wise? Like, collars, ties, cuffs…?” You trailed off.

He thought for a moment. “No, it’s all fine with me. What about you?”

“Cuffs kinda freak me out, actually. I don’t have superhuman strength and all.”

“Noted. Oh, one thing I do want to mention- I’m going to have to ask that you refer to me exclusively as ‘Your Majesty’ when I’m in charge,” he said, expression unwavering.

Your mouth dropped open for a second before you asked, “Wait, seriously?”

He broke into a mischievous grin. “No. But if you’d really like to, I suppose I wouldn’t stop you,” he said the last bit thoughtfully, and you playfully hit his arm with the back of your hand in admonishment. “Ooh, harder,” he said, still with an air of mischief, though you got the sense he wasn’t entirely kidding.

“Loki!” you gasped.

“Alright,” he laughed lightly. “Great God of Mischief will work just as well.”

“I am not calling you that.”

“You’re being so difficult.”

“Will you just tell me what you like to be called already? If you carry on like this, I swear, I will call you Captain.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, glaring at you, and you raised an eyebrow as if to ask, care to test that theory? “Okay, I yield. But, honestly, it depends on the scene. If you’re comfortable with it, I’ll have you call me ‘sir’ most of the time, ‘daddy’ on special occasions. You’re a smart girl. I trust that you’ll know when those occasions come about.”

You just nodded, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. Why were you having such a reaction to Loki calling you a smart girl? He’d definitely noticed.

“What would you like to be called? When you’re the dominant?” Loki asked, saving you from your thought spiral.

“Oh, um. Ma’am is fine. None of the other terms really work for me, I don’t know why, they just seem kind of… too much, I guess,” you over-explained, feeling your cheeks start to heat up.

“Ma’am is just fine?” Loki pressed.

“No, it’s- it’s good. I, um, really like it.” Your cheeks flamed even hotter now, your gaze trained on the couch cushion.

Loki reached out and lifted your chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, making you look at him. “Come now, you were doing so well. Don’t get shy on me now,” he said, voice taking on that deep timbre that made you feel like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

“Okay,” you breathed, your mind gone completely blank as you looked at him.

“Good girl,” he said softly. He didn’t miss the way your body reacted to the praise, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

Bastard. You narrowed your eyes at him, shaking your head slightly to clear it. “That’s not fair,” you countered weakly.

“Isn’t it? I’m just trying to figure out what you like,” he feigned innocence.

“Right,” you said, only a little petulantly, trying to think of what else you wanted to ask him before he’d distracted you. “How do you feel about degradation?” You blurted out. “Receiving, I mean.”

That caught him off guard, to your great enjoyment. “I- I’m not sure. No one’s ever tried it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been tied up but no one’s ever called you names?”

“No,” he responded, frowning slightly. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. “I think I might be okay with it.”

“My honey, you’ve been so deprived,” you said with a pout. It was your turn to have a little fun now. “So,” you started, trailing your fingertips up his forearm, drawing his attention to your touch before you continued. “If, for example, I had you on your knees, and you were being so good for me, and I just happened to call you my obedient little slut-” he inhaled sharply, and you couldn’t help but grin, “-you would, theoretically, be okay with that?” You looked up into his eyes, seeing the flash of desire that had settled there.

“I think that would be acceptable,” he spoke, clearly putting in effort to keep his voice even.

You smiled, pleased with yourself. It was cute that he still tried to seem unaffected when you could literally feel the way his cock had stiffened against you. You shifted the position of your leg in his lap, lightly brushing against him, and he gasped.

“Pathetic,” you chide.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. As much as he may try to seem unimpressed with your teasing, he was certainly susceptible to it. “If you want us to get through the rest of the conversation, you’re going to have to stop that,” he says, but it comes out more like a plea than an order, and he’s sure that you’re going to be the death of him.

You chuckle, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”

“It seems I’ve underestimated you, dearest,” he says, tone laced through with affection.

You bring a hand up to cup his cheek, drawing him closer to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Well, that’s a mistake we won’t make twice. Isn’t it, love?”

[fuwushiguro]

I Just Don't Want To Get My Heart Broke

part three | masterlist

Yuuji Itadori x f!reader

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: Thank you for sticking with me through this little mini series!! I'm so proud of it and love it so much and hope you've all enjoyed it. Warnings: 18+, virginity loss mention, signs of mental illness, teasing, touching, arguing, suicide ideation, blame placing. Words: 3.4k

Synopsis: Emotions aren't an option, but self destructing is. Yuuji Itadori is keeping everything to himself, while you are painting on a smile and pretending you're fine. Nothing is fine. Which one of you will admit it first?

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A few days.

Just a few days to think, he tells you. It’s for the best. He’s sure of it. Yuuji thinks it would be best for you, too, a lot has changed in so few days. After going through a huge breakup, you rushed into bed with him. He knows what it means, although you’d deny it vehemently.

Yuuji Itadori is a rebound.

He feels strongly that you’ll realise it on your own if he gives you the time to dwell on what you did. You took his virginity, and he’s grateful, it’s what’s he’s always wanted. But why? Why now?

Could the reality be that you love him too? Did you just need confirmation that he felt the same way for you to finally make a move? It seems farfetched. A far cry from the reality he knows is true. There is a dull ache in you that you seem to be refusing to acknowledge. Being cheated on is one of the most heart-breaking things you can go through in life, and you are ignoring it.

Alcohol.

Drugs.

Yuuji.

These are just vices to you. It isn’t nice, he thinks, that he could be compared to the other two vices in your quest to forget.

He doesn’t see the way you paint on a smile for him, you thought he’d recognise the difference between real and fake by now. Maybe he doesn’t know you as well as you thought. He’s been with you through thick and thin but he doesn’t know you, does he? He thinks you’re numb to everything; he just doesn’t see the way you cry when you’re alone.

You’re hurting, you are hurt.

But all he sees is that you’re going ‘off the rails’, but really, it’s a simple cry for help you’re begging him to answer. So, you fucked him. He loves you, so it’s okay. It’s a way to bond, to be closer. You thought he might feel your pain if you gave him your everything. He has waited over a decade for you to love him, and who knows what fraction of that time he’s been eager to know you so intimately. But he doesn’t, still. He still doesn’t know you like you want him too.

If he did, he wouldn’t want space. And he definitely wouldn’t force it on you.

Day in, day out, you go to work and carry on pretending everything is okay. You’re doing your job as best you can in your current mental state. It’s not good enough for your manager, though, who finds himself practically screaming at you every day. He can’t understand why one of the best on his team is suddenly performing as the worst, and you don’t dare share. It’s humiliating, really, that you’re letting such a pathetic bastard get to you and interfere with your life.

You pray for the end of your shift. A job you used to love has now become your own personal hell, you can’t enjoy it like this. How did everything turn out… like this? Even your best friend can’t stomach looking at you. The one person in the world you believed you could rely on is shutting you out and pushing you further away than you thought possible. Maybe he didn’t want to see you anymore, ever. He got what he wanted and now he’s done with you.

No, that isn’t Yuuji. He said he is in love with you, and has been for twelve years. If he loved you, he’d want you for as long as he could have you. Right? Isn’t that what love is? Wanting to spend the rest of your life with the person who makes your heart race. The only pain you feel with them is face ache from smiling so much.

Isn’t that what he wants?

Are you wrong to think that’s what love is?

The way you frantically leave your office building doesn’t disguise how much you loathe your job at the minute. Your boss is noticing more and more each day. At this rate, he’ll pick up on your deteriorating mental health before Yuuji will.

You don’t stop by the convenience store like you normally do. Instead, you head home immediately. There is a small salad box in your fridge that you were meant to eat yesterday, but you didn’t get around to it. You’re going to confront Yuuji tonight, and you can’t do it on an empty stomach.

It’s almost agonising to eat. It seems to last forever, like you can’t stomach it. It’s so small and you need to eat. But, you can’t. Your nerves are shot, and you feel nauseous from forcing it into your system. You eat enough, you think, a fraction of the salad remaining in the packaging that you put back in the fridge. You aren’t sure why, you know you’re going to dispose of it tomorrow, anyway.

You debate visiting him in pyjamas and a bare face. Wanting him to really see how pained you are and how desperately you need him. Need him to love you and need him to care. But that isn’t you. You’ll never beg, and you certainly won’t let anyone see your suffering. Makeup is your best friend. A bold red lip will surely throw him off the scent of your declining ill-health.

He knows it’s you, his ears prick to the sound as he hears a knock at the door. Your knock. Yuuji is starting to realise that you never really did understand boundaries. His three days often translates to one through your hearing. And in this case, needing a few days to clear his head hasn’t gotten through to you either. Despite the fact it has been a few days, you seem to have missed the key words of him saying he will be in touch when he’s ready to talk.

You can’t wait anymore. You are ready now, and you need him.

He opens the door, eyes shooting open when your arms wrap around him and your lips meld softly against his. You’re surprised when he pushes you away, but you giggle nonetheless. Your bright red lipstick is now staining him. He looks in the nearest mirror, abandoning you to wash it away in the bathroom.

An obvious pink remains on his pretty lips, but there isn’t anything more he can do. It’s good enough, he thinks, and he wants to know why you’re here. He’d like to know what is so important that you couldn’t possibly respect his wishes and give him the space he was desperate for.

“Um, how was w—”

“I didn’t come here to make small talk, Yuuji.” you shut him down quickly, edging nearer to him on the sofa. He leaned backwards into the seat, it’s subtle but not entirely discreet. You clear your throat and move a little away from him.

He’s pulling away from you.

He’s rejecting you.

“So, why are you here?” he questions, “I’m pretty sure I explained that I wanted some time to think things through.” he reminds you. He did, you know he did. Your lack of patience forced you to go against his wishes and that is an unforgivable act as a best friend. But you’re sick of being best friends. You’re sick of waiting for him to think things through. What does he even need to think about?

“You love me, don’t you?” you ask him. His eyes close, turning away from you. But it’s a temporary relief from the discomfort he feels. They fly open again, a half-hearted smile resting on the lower half of his face.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well then,” you clamber over to him, biting on his ear and kissing his cheek. “What are we waiting for Yuuji? Let’s be together, a real couple.” your hand rests on the side of his face furthest from you, forcing him to face you so that you can kiss his lips again. His entire face is soon to be covered in red. A lethal combination of lipstick and blood flushing his entire face. It’s shame, it’s lust, it’s embarrassment.

He gasps when he feels you begin to trace featherlight fingers over his crotch. The teasing stops, though, pawing at his cock instead. There is an urgent need within you to feel him again. To have him please you again; and you will offer the same reprieve in turn. A momentary loss of senses and the world around you as you lose yourselves in each other. You startle, almost choking on nothing, when you feel him firmly grasp your wrist. Putting a complete stop to your hasty touches.

“Do you love me?” he asks with zero eye contact. He can’t stomach to look in case he sees the truth he doesn’t want in your mournful eyes. It’s all he wants. He wants you to love him and to love you in turn. To make you the happiest he knows you could be, with him, and let the love he’s been holding back finally start to pour into you. But, alas, what would be the point if you don’t love him back?

He does look at you, eventually, the most sombre you’ve ever seen him look. Glossy eyes vibrate in their sockets, as if they’re pleading with you. Please love me back. They’re reading. It’s breaking your heart to see him like this. Love him back. Your mind tells you. But you can’t speak. You feel your tongue trapped behind a prison cell of teeth. They’re grinding and they’re loud in your ears. You want to tell him you love him. There is nothing more you want in the world.

But you’re not like Yuuji Itadori.

He’s been lying to you for twelve straight years.

You’ve never lied to him, once.

“Do you love me?” he repeats, needing to hear your answer. He wants you to put him out of his misery one way or the other. It’ll break him to hear the truth, but it’s better than pretending any longer. He can’t keep up this never-ending performance.

It’s killing him.

“I—”

He moves you away from him. He knows, now. He knows for certain. Why would you stop short of speaking if you were going to say exactly what he wanted to hear? He moves away, completely, leaning against the doorframe to his bedroom as he faces you.

“You are the worst best friend I’ve ever had,” he begins. He’s laughing a little, as he thinks about it. But you’re starting to cry. How could he possibly laugh at a time like this? After saying something so cruel, too. “I’ve been falling apart since the day we met, and you didn’t even notice.”

“Yuuji—”

“You said yourself, the night we slept together. ‘You’re going through enough without having to worry about me.’ That’s what you said, right?” he speaks, not waiting for you to answer his rhetorical question before he starts speaking again. “See, that has been our entire friendship. Everything is about you, and you never once stop to think about me.”

“That isn’t true, at all!”

“Do you know it’s been over two years since the last time you asked me how I was doing?”

You’re stunned into silence. That can’t be real, that cannot be the truth. How would he remember something so tedious, anyway? It’s like he’s been counting the days and waiting for you to trip up so he could throw it in your face. But it just doesn’t sound right. You have loved and cherished your friendship with Yuuji for as long as you’ve known him. There is just no possible way that what he just said is the truth.

“Wonderin’ how I remember that, huh? D’ya wanna know?” he raises his voice, goading you into biting back. But you don’t. You don’t because this means he has proof of what a horrible friend you’ve been to him. It’s true, and he does remember. “Because it was a fucking text message that you didn’t even let me answer before you started talking about yourself again. I took a screenshot and sometimes I read it before I sleep so that I can pretend you actually give a fuck about me past being your stupid little doormat.”

“I am so- Yuuji I’m so sorry. I—”

“Yeah, now. Now you’re sorry.” he barks back, overwhelming you back to silent sobs. Fat, salty tears roll down your face as you prepare for him to continue laying into you. “I almost killed myself the night before we slept together, because I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take you anymore.”

You cover your face with your hands, bawling into them as he delivered the devastating confession. You’d never be able to forgive yourself if you found out he had taken his own life and it was all down to you. It’s a wakeup call, and you’re ashamed. You never want to pull your face from your hands and make eye contact with him ever again. He doesn’t deserve it, why couldn’t you have just stayed the hell away?

“Are you just saying all of this… b-because I don’t- I don’t l-love you back?” you wonder, quietly. He scoffs at that.

“You think I’m making this shit up, here, wait a sec,” he responds as he pulls up his phone. Desperately searching for his online banking account. He throws it at you before going to the kitchen, angrily rummaging through the drawers until he finds the zip lock baggie filled with Zoloft.

“What is this, Yuuji?” you question, staring at the two accounts on his bank page.

“Well, the top one is my main account. The second is savings. I’ve been working a dead-end job I fucking hate so I can save enough to help you go to Paris like you’re always talking about.” he dumps the pills on the coffee table, each and every pill clattering against the hard table top and making a punctuating statement throughout your entire nervous system. “And these are a mix of pills I got from Todo and some I stole from your bathroom. I was gonna swallow them all when I was high, but I guess there was a higher being telling me not to that night.”

“Oh God.” you whimper, blubbering inconsolably once more. “What can I do? I want to make it better, please, let me help. You’ve done so much for me, I want to—”

“Nothing, not a damn thing. All of the years I’ve listened to your dreams. Your worries. I’ve come to your rescue and dropped anything whenever you needed and I did it without complaint because I love you.” he explains. You nod in agreement. Perhaps there was a part of you deep down that knew the truth. Maybe you knew of his true feelings towards you and used them to your advantage to get what you want. But that’s disgusting and it isn’t fair. You’re realising that’s what you are, though.

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Yuuji. I’ve been a terrible friend.” you sniff, doing your best to halt the flow of tears spilling from you, “Maybe now that you’ve gotten it off your chest, we can start fixing things.”

“Honestly? I want you to get out of my apartment, and I don’t know when I want to see you again. And hopefully for once you’ll fucking listen to me and not come by before I’m ready.”

You nod, standing to leave. It’s the very least you can do considering everything. But you can’t help but look down at the scattered antidepressants all over the living room. Your eyes find his one final time, and he knows what you want to say. And yet, he still lets you speak.

“C-Can I help? Clean up, I mean.”

“No, I’ll do it, just go.”

“Okay,” you smile. “whatever you want. Just, don’t do anything stupid. Please.”

He doesn’t respond, but he’s patient. He’s patient in how he waits for you to leave his apartment so that he can close the door after you. And he doesn’t slam it. It’s a gentle close with a deafening mechanical lock sound after it. It shoots straight through you, and once again, you’re sobbing.

You find yourself taking the scenic route home from work the next day. And you left early. Well, more like you were forced to leave early. You were understandably worse than you had been the day before, and work was the least of your concerns. Your boss warned you. He warned you that you better come in tomorrow with a brighter attitude and a better willingness to work.

It took you so long to walk home, you usually take public transport. But you thought a stroll could do you a world of good. It did and it didn’t. It was nice, and by the time you approached the beach you and Yuuji were eating strawberry laces at a few days prior, golden hour had hit the sky.

He really was right about this beautiful sky.

But he’s been right about a lot of things lately.

You’re almost forced backwards as a little red car zips passed you well over the speed limit. Maybe you’re crazy, but you could swear that was Yuuji’s car. It was going too fast and you definitely didn’t see his face. And yet, still, you’re sure that was him. Despite your better judgement, it encourages you to check your phone in case he’s decided to get in touch.

It's too soon, you know it’s too soon. But you can’t stop yourself from wanting to hear from him.

Your heart beats faster as you see a text with his name as the top. Maybe he is ready to work on your friendship despite it being so soon. You open it, speedily. But you aren’t sure if your heart has stopped, or your breath is stuck in your lungs as you read it again… and again… and again…

Yuuji: I can’t get passed this. I’m sorry, but I thought I at least owed you a text. I’m moving back to my grandfather’s house. I love you but I don’t want to see you ever again. It hurts too much and you’re bad for me. I need to take responsibility for my own wellbeing, so I don’t blame you. Don’t blame yourself. I just want to be happy. I love you, take care. 🍓

Should you reply? Maybe he’s blocked you already. But that means it probably was his car that just zoomed by you in such a hurry. Some distance between you is probably exactly what he needs. It hurts, you really are hurting. Your boyfriend and best friend gone in the blink of an eye. But you feel the same way as Yuuji does – you just want to be happy. And if that means letting him go, so be it. He’s right, again, as you think back to your argument last night.

He doesn’t really have any grounds to feel so high and mighty. ‘You’re the worst best friend he’s ever had’, and you could say the same. He worshipped you and treated you like no man ever has before. But it was all a lie. He only did it because he wanted you to himself, not because he thought it was the right thing to do. It has been a toxic entanglement of the user and the used. And you both just let it happen.

Maybe you will be better off as strangers.

You pull your phone closer to your face so that you can inspect the text as you type. It will be your final words to Yuuji. You want them to signify the type of friend you could have been. The type of friend you should have been. Not the selfish girl who manipulated him every day of his life to do your bidding.

You: I understand. I hope you find what you’re looking for Yuuji, you deserve all of the happiness you can find.🍓

It’s exciting but devastating for you both all in one emotional blow. He finds himself wiping away tears as he reads your text at a red light. You do the same, picking up the speed of your walking as you hurry home, needing to hide yourself away from the world.

You both wonder what he’ll do now.

Now that you’ve finally set him free.

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[zazima]

“dear james”

“dear sirius” and “dear harry” [not required reading but may be fun] helped push this process but the real seed was planted because of @greyeyedmonster-18‘s Dear Prongs,... Love Always, Padfoot [for the general letter bit] and The Best Worst Thing to Have Ever Happened [Part 5] [for the parenting books bit]. read those first pls (and all her other stuff) or i’ll fight you. right now. square up i dare u.

Your kid can really be a nuisance sometimes you know? I leave him alone for two minutes, TWO, and he manages to turn his hair blue, summon his toy broomstick through the couch (yes, through), and make the decision to wear his oatmeal instead of eat it. And I prepared it on the stove (the Muggle way) like Lily used to! Just like she swore he liked it. I knew she was always pulling my leg.

If you were this insufferable when you were one and half then I truly feel sorry for your poor mother.

Although I must admit, your son is pretty adorable. Don’t know where he got it from (probably from his godfather. Heard he’s quite a handsome bloke). It certainly makes up for the times he turns into a little demon. 

I wish you were here to see it. That way you’d be the one tearing your hair out while I made your job harder. 

Miss you everyday.

Love,

Sirius

Dear James,

Snape.

As a Potions teacher.

SNAPE.

AS A POTIONS TEACHER.

AS HARRY’S POTIONS TEACHER.

Is it too late to become certified as a homeschooling teacher? Also none of the parenting books described a situation like this (save your jokes about me reading parenting books. I was nervous alright?) so what the fuck do I do?!

My head may explode soon. Knowing how freaky Snivellus is, he’ll probably use my brain guts for potions ingredients, the little slimeball.

Love,

Sirius

Dear James,

I think you may have passed on a bit more of yourself to Harry than Lily would have liked. Going after an alchemist’s immortality stone? Slaying basiliks? Battling dragons? Your kid’s got an adventure streak a mile wide. At least we were a bit tame- only snuck through some secret passages and spent nights with a werewolf as illegal Animagi. At least, tame compared to Harry

I remember one time you asked me if the worry you had for Harry would ever go away. At the time, I was sure it would. The extent of your worries seemed limited to whether or not Harry would crash his toy broomstick into the cat or accidentally get under the Invisibility Cloak. One day he would grow into his own person responsible for his own actions, then you wouldn’t need to worry much anymore.

But what the hell did I know? As much as Harry felt like my kid then, it’s nothing compared to how it feels now. To tell you the complete truth (which we always did, no matter what), the worry never goes away. It somehow gets worse. Because now I’m worried that there’s somehow residual basilisk venom stuck in his veins or that dragon fire will burn him to a crisp, not to mention the fact that there’s a prophecy that may or may not have doomed him to his death. 

Sometimes I think that if you were here, you’d be handling this a lot better than I am.

Love,

Sirius

Dear James,

The worry gets a lot worse when your son has a target on his back and the entire Ministry, not to mention an evil wizard, is after him.

He’s got words carved into the back of his hand. I know you’ve seen me at my worst, but I assure you that I have never wanted to kill someone more than when Harry told me about that woman and what she had done to him. 

Some days, deep down, I’m glad you’re not here to see what Harry’s gone through because I know it would break your heart. I always feel horrible for thinking that, but I can’t help it. 

Love,

Sirius

Dear James,

Congratulations! You’re officially a grandfather to a beautiful boy: James Sirius.

I am not at all sore that you got the first name and I got the middle.

Sneaky bastard, you aren’t even here! I raised Harry, and he’s pretty great (all thanks to me).

Miss you more than ever.

Love,

Sirius

[pudimsuki]

Bakugou + pool + nsfw☺️

Pool fingering | Bakugou x reader

Hi, hope you like it ❤

Warnings: NSFW (18+ content), fingering, public place, jealousy, swearing cause it's our blasty boy, haha.

You knew you shouldn't test your luck with your hotheaded boyfriend. Of course you knew. But you did that? Well…

You’ve been teasing him all morning. Class 3-A went for a day off at the pool, planned by Kaminari and Mina, and you decided it would be a great idea to mess with your explosive lover.

First was the too-small bikini you decided to wear. Then you didn't pay much attention to him. Bakugou hates it when you don't pay attention to him. And to complete the package, you were spending way too much time with the other boys, even offering to put sunscreen on them.

Bakugou was fuming. You could tell even with your back turned to him. The way he threw daggers with his gaze at you wasn't the slightest bit subtle. The only reason he still hadn't done anything was his enormous pride, but to say jealousy wasn’t eating him alive would be a big fat lie.

He knew you were doing that on purpose. Oh, he fucking knew.

The way you bowed when talking to Kaminari, or the way you rubbed Kirishima's chest “oh so innocently” when you said he was getting stronger with his new training routine, being especially louder to make sure he would hear it.

He was getting tired of that little game you were playing. But it's when you went to that half and half bastard that he loses his shit.

“Todoroki-san, can you help me put on sunscreen? I can’t reach my lower back.”

The heterochromatic boy blinked at your question, surprised by the sudden request, but as soon as he held the bottle, Mina appeared at your side, whispering in your ear:

"Hope you know what you're doing, cause here comes the bomb."

Before you could react or respond, you felt your arm being gripped by a hand you knew all too well. Bakugou squeezed your arm, pulling you away from a stoic Todoroki who still held the filter in his hands.

“The fuck are you doing?” He growled in your ear.

You turned to face him, battering your eyelashes. “Nothing, Katsu.”

“Don’t play dumb now.” He said, red eyes burning yours. “You’re coming with me.”

You felt a shiver go up your spine, but chose to keep the facade.

“But Katsuki, I wanna swim.”

“I don’t care.”

You pout. “I wanna go to the pool.”

His jaw clenched at your behavior; you were walking on thin ice with him.

“And besides”, you proceed. “Everyone’s here, we can’t just leave now.”

He knit his brows, annoyed, but after a few seconds of deliberation, a mischievous smile came to his lips.

“You wanna go to the pool?”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, you knew where that smile came from. “Uh, I guess so.”

“Great, then we go to the pool. You've spent way too much time with these extras.” You blinked, surprised at how easy it was to convince him, but followed him as he led you to one of the corners of the bluish pool.

The cold water was a balm for the hot summer day, and you felt every pore in your body quickly getting used to the change in temperature.

"Hey man, are you going to play?" Kirishima yelled at Bakugou, raising a water polo ball.

"Nah, I'm fine. I’ll play the next round."

Kirishima just shrugged "All right."

"Are you sure you don't want to play?" You asked, knowing your boyfriend's competitive nature.

Bakugou just wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning against the wall of the reservoir, keeping some distance from the others who were already gathering to form teams for the game.

"I have other things in mind." He spoke close to your ear, his voice showing signs of his earlier irritation.

You grinned. "Aw, Katsu. Did you get jealous? That's alright, everyone knows I'm taken."

"Oh, they know. But I think you need a little reminder."

“Yeah? And what are you planning to…” You stop mid sentence, gasping. “Katsuki, what are you doing?” You inquired, feeling him run two fingers up and down your clothed sex.

“Playing with what belongs to me. Got a problem with that?”

He rubbed harder, making you squirm your legs.

“Katsuki, not here.”

“You’re not the one making the rules here, sweetheart.” He growled, holding you in place with his strong arm, your back glued to his chest. “I think you need a little punishment for being such a fucking brat.”

With that said, you felt his hand go inside your bikini panties and moaned at the direct contact. The movement of water making you extra sensitive.

You try to pull away from him, eyes wide at your classmates who are playing absentmindedly not far away.

"Don't you dare leave here. It'll be worse if you try." His voice was angry. Oh boy, you were in serious trouble. "Now this is what's going to happen. You're going to stand here like a good girl while I play with you and you're going to control your fucking voice. Your moans are for my ears only, got it?"

You just nodded quickly, holding his arm for support. You knew there was no escape the moment Bakugou put something in his head.

You stifled a moan as you felt him circling your clit slowly.

"Tell me, how funny it was to tease me, uh?"

Bakugou squeezed your little bundle of nerves between his fingers. Hard. You whimpered, shifting your legs. “Sorry Katsu.”

"Sorry Katsu." He mocks, mimicking the tone of your voice. "I should spank your ass so everyone could see my handprints through that tiny thing you call a bikini."

Any answer you could think of caught in your throat, replaced by a loud moan as Bakugou thrust two of his thick fingers at once into your tight hole.

"Didn't I tell you to control your voice?" He ranted, knuckles deep inside of you. "Or do you want everyone to listen to you, uh? Do you want them to see you purring like a little kitten with just my fingers?"

“N-no, I don’t.” You manage to babble, even with his thrusting starting.

He pulled his fingers out almost completely and thrust them back in tightly. You bite your lip, trying not to make any noise, but he could clearly hear your muffled cries.

“(Y/n)-chan!”

Your eyes widen when you hear Ochaco's voice. For a terrifying second, you think she's aware of your "lewd acts" in the water, but the giant smile she wears makes your worries slip away. In fact, from that little distance, everybody thought he’s just being weirdly affectionate and hugging you, even though he wasn't much of a PDA man. That is, at least for the time being.

You held your boyfriend's wrist, but he pretended not to notice. Instead, he started to thrust with more vigor.

"Answer it." Bakugou ordered in your ear.

"Stop." You mumble, almost desperately.

"If you don't answer her, she'll move closer. You don't want her to see how tight you get around my fingers, do you?"

Your walls contracted involuntarily, causing Bakugou to giggle behind you.

"(Y/n)-chan?" She called again and you noticed with horror that she actually started to approach.

"Ochaco!" You said, too loud to sound normal. "H-hey."

She smiles at you, still oblivious to your boyfriend's steady hand turning you into mud. "Me and the girls are going to buy ice cream. Do you want to come?"

"Uh- I..." That could be an easy way out of the current situation. Bakugou couldn't say no in front of Uraraka, but a slight squeeze on your waist told you better not to test the waters with him. "I pass, s-sorry.”

"Oh okay." She said and you thought she was going to leave, but she frowned at you instead. "Are you okay?"

"Excellent!" Again, too loud. Bakugou chuckled softly. "I'm great."

"Oh, it's just... Your expression looks a little pained."

"Oh" you replied, self moan self surprise. "The... The water! The water is cold."

“Really? I think it’s…”

"Uraraka-san!" Mina yelled from afar. You almost closed your eyes in relief. "Let's go!"

"I’m going!" With that, she said goodbye quickly and left. You breathed, releasing the moan you had been holding back.

"Holy shit,” Bakugou laughed. “I don't know if round face is too slow or if you're just a good actress."

You, on the other hand, were too busy paying attention to the movement of his fingers to laugh.

He fastened his pace, making you close your eyes and lean your head on his shoulder. You whimpered when you felt him hitting a spot that made you see stars. “Katsu, please.”

“What?” He asks above you. “You're gonna cum, princess?”

He could feel you were close, your walls tightening around the double digits. You started to feel a knot form in your stomach.

“Tell me who do you belong to.”

“You, Katsuki. I’m yours.” you cried, not really caring with anything but the feeling of his digits right now. You hoped that the loud laughter and shouts of your friends as they played covered your voice.

“Good girl.” He said, voice deep. You could feel his hard cock pressing your ass behind the fabric of both your bathing suits.

You didn’t last longer. Bakugou was quick to cover your mouth with his hand when you came. The noise you made would definitely have alerted someone closer. You closed your eyes and breathed in as he withdrew his fingers from inside you, your juices mixing with the water.

The boys called Bakugou to play the second round, but he declined by saying he wasn't in the mood. You blinked at him, still coming back from your high, wondering what he would do now, but he just kissed a spot behind your ear before whispering.

“We’re finishing this in the changing room.” He announced. “Guess It’s my turn to be pleased.”

Now, we love a jealous Bakugou, don't we?

Thank u for reading and for the support!

Angie ❤

[any comments will be answered with my main account: @angie-1306]

[astaroth1357]

request: an MC thats very good w playing games or like,,, is proficiently skilled in all game categories or smrhn

alsp hi xander i love ur writing

and can i giv u a kith? if so: mwah 😚

Well I hate to tell ya, sweetie, but I’m not Xander. I’m Jazzy. Hello! I can see why you’d want something written by Xander, though. He’s mad talented (better at this than I am quite frankly) and he’s on the list of people I wish I could write as well as. I guess we can both take a moment to be sad that I’m not Xander… *sigh*... to be Xander… 😔

Oh well, I am who I am and I don’t begrudge that fact. Meanwhile, I’ve wanted to do more shout-outs so everybody go read @sevendeadlymorons! If you’re not… I mean… why not? He’s more than worth your time. In the meantime, I hope I can entertain you despite my not-Xanderness.

Brothers React to an MC Who’s Good at Games and Stuff 

Lucifer

Honestly couldn’t care less about the MC’s game proficiency in most cases. So they’re good at games? Good for them, he’s sure they’re happy.

But when they’re playing against him on the other hand…

Well, Lucifer may or may not be skilled at whatever game you set him on (he’s a very quick learner so never underestimate him), but he’s whole new levels of competitive when he wants to be. ESPECIALLY if he already thinks he’s hot shit at something.

Video games? Not his forte. Table top games? One word for you: Chess.

Lucifer believes that he can and will whip pretty much anyone’s ass in chess. That includes Satan, Solomon, Levi, and even Diavolo. He is at grandmaster level.

So imagine his shock, no, his disdain to have lost a game of chess to the MC… The moment they said "Checkmate" he stared at the board in front of them for a solid five minutes trying to work out where he went wrong…

And he wasn’t having that.

He and the MC now have regular chess matches in which he wins some and loses some so the tally stays pretty evenly tied. Really it’s all good fun... (but if they think he’s going to let them go home when he’s on a losing count, they’re Dead. Wrong. He’ll drag them back to down just to play chess with him until the score is right again. He DOES NOT lose, you hear? 🤨).

Mammon

Guess who’s found his gambling buddy?? 

No, really. He and the MC can make a KILLING at a Poker or Blackjack table! He’s never seen anyone better at poker than they are!! They have nerves of steel and give nothing away, so he’s lost more than a few hands to them before...

Even past the casinos, they’re perfect for making bets on! He once arranged a Devil Cart competition between the MC and Levi and took bets around RAD for who’d win...

Naturally, everybody assumed the Devildom’s resident Super-Otaku would win hands down, but the MC had this insane last minute save with a blue shell and pulled ahead in the last lap!!

He was like, the only person that bet on the MC and he got soooo much money that MC found HIM crying and hugging a bag of Grimm after the match…

Any time they win a game that gets him money, he’ll treat them like royalty for the next week. Man knows not to bite the hand that feeds him!... and creditors at bay... 😬

It may get slightly annoying that Mammon won't stop telling them about gaming competitions where they can get him more prize money, but hey, at least he's supportive, I guess.

Leviathan

Oh they are either his best friend or mortal enemy… Sometimes both in the same day.

Our boy hates losing, can't stand it any better than Lucifer, you KNOW the second he knows there's someone out there who even has a chance of beating him, he gets serious. This is not a "friendly rivalry," MC.

When they’re playing any game against each other, he'll call them by their gamertag/online persona to keep himself focused (yes, even if they’re playing Monopoly). They can't be his MC right now, they gotta be the person he's going to beat...

He's NOT opposed to dirty tactics to win, either. Saying things that will get them mad or flustered mid-match? Check. Using his tail to distract or tease them? Check. Just being a general nuisance/annoyance in game for the hell of it? Guilty as charged!

He's both a sore winner AND a sore loser, so unfortunately MC, you really can't win here... He'll be obnoxious regardless of the outcome.

However… when they’re on the same team, it's really something special. They don't just destroy the competition, they bulldoze over them like an armored tank barreling through rush hour traffic!

These two are legends in the online gaming community and have even started a streaming channel on the side. Sometimes your worst enemies also make the best allies... Who knew? 🤷‍♀️

Satan

Is surprisingly impressed by their gaming prowess. Are they just supremely skilled or incredibly lucky, you think…?

That being said, he's not the biggest gaming man on the planet so he's not too competitive with them one way or the other.

When Satan plays a video game, he usually goes for story-based, single-person experiences anyway so it's not like he could compete with them even if he wanted to.

That being said, they do share an informal challenge of sorts when it comes to puzzle/detective games (a not so guilty pleasure of his). He likes to try and beat the levels first, so when they start playing a new one they'll both compare time spent and scores.

He even enjoys playing those Devildom-style AR murder mystery games with them! It’s pretty cute to watch Satan get into it, he dips into his inner Levi and cosplays as some of his favorite TV drama detectives for the occasion and insists they dress as his co-star (best just go along with him. It’s not a bad time, even if they have to carry around an old tobacco pipe for a few hours).

Asmodeus

Good at games? That sounds dangerously like they're another Levi… 🙄 What about party games? Oh oh, or drinking games??

Actually scratch that. How about ANY game while drunk? That sounds pretty fun doesn’t it??

Like Drunk Truth or Dare!! Oh that's a favorite of his… 🤭

To be fair to the MC, the booze does diminish their skills somewhat (because that's kind of what it does in general) but not by all that much… It's pretty impressive.

He once challenged them to a game of Drunk Twister figuring that they'd be too unsteady to actually win for once, but no. If anything, the alcohol must have numbed the stretching pains because they bent over him like a pretzel!

Not that he was complaining or anything… 😏

He likes to take the MC to parties where he knows a game or two will be played just to show off to the crowd and brag that they’re HIS lovely, talented human! You go, MC, beat that competition to a pulp! 😌

Beelzebub

Sports count as games too, right? Well, they aren't half bad at those either.

Beel found it surprising that he found a human who could actually keep up with him. His brothers rarely want to play practice games with him anyway so it’s pretty exciting to have a sports partner at home!

He likes to ask the MC to help him train with practice matches or to go over certain moves or maneuvers he’s having trouble with. It’s not uncommon for the brothers to come home and find the two of them tossing a ball around in the front yard or something.

And the both of them on the same team? Forget it. It takes the dream team of Lucifer and Mammon (who aren’t just arguing with each other for once) to even come close to a challenge for them.

He also enjoys playing the occasional video game with them, though he treats it a lot like playing with Levi and just assumes he’ll never win unless he gets lucky - which does happen from time to time.

He doesn’t mind losing that much as long as he’s having fun, and if nothing else he can always win against them in an eating contest… He’s got those on lockdown. Come at’em MC, he’ll pack away an entire fridge before you’re done with your first plate. Try him.

Belphegor

So Belphie enjoys a good game or two - video-based or otherwise - it comes with the lazy-bastard territory. He may not be as skilled as Levi, but he can hold his own in some genres.

But he’s given up on beating the MC looong ago.

Do you know how much practice it would take? How many hours that he would have to use?? The hours where he could be napping instead???  Yeah, no thanks. They can continue to be the reigning Super Smash Devils champion for all he cares.

Buuuut even he has to admit, it’s pretty relaxing to watch the MC play something in the background... There’s a certain sort of satisfaction to watching someone who’s good at a game just play it straight through.

If they’re set up in Levi’s room or the Common area then Belphie may come over, set his pillow up on the floor, and watch them play. He may even throw in a comment or two like, “You missed a health pack,” or “Better save now,” but other than that he likes to just let them do their thing.

The MC has had many an all-nighter with Belphie spectating until about 4am or so. Then he’s dead to the world and they have to work out how to get his not-exactly-light demon ass onto a couch…

Or they can just leave him faceplanted and snoring on the floor. Up to them, really cause he did it to himself. 🤷‍♀️

[takamishinko]

could I pls request the bakusquad with a close FTM friend . their friend is pretty insecure about his chest . he’s also insecure about what people would think of him being trans . how would the bakusquad react if someone Mineta said something nasty to him ? if you’re uncomfortable w/ this request , feel free to ignore it , I don’t want to make you uncomfortable

have a wonderful day / noon / night 💞

sure u can! hope u have a wonderful day/noon/night too :)

perfect

a/n: this is my writing content for ftm readers i hope i don't offend anyone!

pronouns: he/him, ftm!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of pre-transition, transphobic phrases, sexual harassment, and mineta

_____

you were pretty close friends with the whole bakusquad, close enough to the point where they would not hesitate to throw hands if someone messed with you. they know about your situation and they completely accept you for it. 

they all took the news better than you expected. mina was super excited when you first came out to her and even though she had a big mouth she kept yours a secret because she knew how important this was to you, plus you might have not been comfortable about others knowing about it yet. sero was super chill about it and kirishima called you manly right after you came out to him. kaminari on the other hand was having an internal war with himself since he thought you were both pretty and handsome before and after. last but not least, bakugou hit you with a "ha? i don’t care as long as you’re still strong." after you told him.

all the reassuring comments your friends gave you made you feel a lot better about yourself. you had also told some of your other friends in the class like midoriya, uraraka, iida, and asui. they all supported you and since class 1A is pretty open about subjects like this you had nothing to worry about. 

however, just because most people have reassured it didn’t mean that you’d just suddenly  feel better right away. in a way you still felt different. you were still insecure about what other people around you would think about you, especially your chest area since your hero costume made them very obvious that they've gone through transition before. harsh comments from insensitive bastards still scar your mind deeply. their hurtful words pierced through your heart and mind.

"you'll never be a real boy."

"you're not normal." 

words like this break you down bit by bit and destroy your self esteem until you're left feeling worthless and defeated. people like this played a big role in why you never confided anyone in your secret. you feared that they would repeat these words, especially your dear classmates.

after school,  sero, kaminari, kirishima, and bakugou had left to do some training while you, mina, and some other people had stayed behind to help clean up and chill in the classroom. it was a nice way to ease yourself. mina was cheerful and funny teasing uraraka about deku, while you and tsuyu were chattering about the test that you took and guessing what mark you both received. 

you decided to stay behind a little in class after everyone returned to the dorms. you hummed while watching the sunset. it was a good environment to do some studying in, quiet and peaceful, seeing as there was an important test coming up.

you were just about to start packing up after finishing the last question on the review page until you saw a short purple figure pop up next to the door. it was mineta, the class pervert that everyone tried to stay away from. you didn't like mineta obviously, no one did. you didn’t exactly want to talk to him but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and assumed he wasn’t here to be grotesque.

why was he just standing there eyeing you up and down? an uncomfortable pricking sensation washed over you so while packing up, you decided to speak to break the awkward silence. "hello mineta, can i help you?" 

mineta wore a smug look before the corner of his lips lifted into a snide grin.

"hey~ d/nnn." he mocked, holding the last letter of your previous name.

what..?

your heart fell into your stomach at his words. why the hell was he bringing up your deadname? you balled your shaking fists and tried to calm down before you mauled the smug grape with your quirk.

"it's y/n, and if you don't have anything to say i wanna go back to the dorms." you speak with feigned courtesy as you finished backing up, scooting out of your chair.

"alright alright y/n whatever. say~ what are you doing by yourself all alone in the classroom at this time. perhaps you were waiting for someone?" mineta sing-songed while walking closer to you.

"i was just trying to get some homework finished,” you grit out. “do you mind moving? i would like to leave-" 

before you could even finish your sentence you see drool coming out of minetas mouth and his hands doing the signature grabby grabby while his eyes practically drowned in your chest area.

"you’ve probably got a nice pair of boobs huh? even if they’re flat." 

mineta mentioning that certain body part broke you. the tears immediately started to accumulate under your eyes, on the edge of spilling. you could've easily pushed mineta away due to how much smaller he was than you, but you didn't have the strength to. you felt even weaker than him and didn't have the will to fight back, your limbs being reduced to jelly. you felt helpless.

mineta on the other hand felt powerful, someone like you with a strong quirk being reduced to something akin to a quivering rabbit gave him a sick sense of pleasure. just when mineta was about to place his hands on you a certain spiky haired blonde rushed into the room and lifted mineta away from you.

"OI SMALL FRY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOUR HANDS GOING HUH??" bakugou snarled at the midget followed with a strong blast.

kirishima, kaminari, and sero quickly ran into the room. mr. aizawa followed up upon hearing the commotion. his eyes scanned over your distressed form before looking over at a shaken mineta. he assessed the situation and let out a sigh, hands pinching the bridge of his nose.

"mineta, my office, right now." he spoke, voice lacking any sort of amusement.

"b-but" mineta stuttered out.

"now."

mineta froze at the tone of mr. aizawa's voice and left the room with him, his head down. before aizawa left he gave you an apologetic look and told you he'd come back later to talk to you. kaminari followed them out to listen in.

kirishima grabbed your arm gently and sat you down on the chair. "y/n you okay man? he didn't touch you anywhere right?" he questioned worriedly.

"i’m gonna turn that guy into a cocoon, i swear." sero followed up.

you were incredibly surprised at what just almost happened. you almost got harassed by a midget grape but thank goodness your friends were there to save you from him.

"thanks guys." you muttered out while wiping away stray tears.

"of course man! we're always here for you, bakugou heard mineta all the way from across the hall when we came back to grab our stuff and immediately rushed over! you should've seen him, it was like he was running for his life!" kirishima said, chuckling. 

bakugou rolled his eyes. "shut up shitty hair, he's in need, of course i’m gonna sprint over. if he ever says that shit to you again, i’ll beat that little fucker up again. 

"well you won't have to worry about that anymore because i went to eavesdrop and mr. aizawa said he’s under house arrest for a long time for attempting to sexually harass a classmate." denki’s cheery voice rings out as he walks into the classroom while pointing finger guns at all of you. 

your eyes lit up from hearing the good news.

"hey y/n if anyone messes with you be sure to let us know ok?" sero smiles as he puts a hand on your shoulder.

"you're like a brother to us and we won't hesitate to fight anyone who dares to do something like what mineta just did." kirishima spoke, grinning.

"you're perfect just the way you are y/n, and we love you for that! who the hell cares about what others think of you. just be yourself and everyone else will love ya." denki followed up with a smirk.

"dunce face is right, don't worry ‘bout anyone else, not even us if you don't want to. if you're still feeling down i can blast dunce face if you want." bakugou said while chuckling evilly. 

the room filled with laughter at kaminari’s protests.  thanked your friends for being there for you. you couldn't have asked for a better friend group than them. after a while, the five of you walk back to the dorms. you smile to yourself while the other four bicker and laugh, you wished to live in this moment forever.