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CHAPTER 6 | ALL OUT OF LUCK
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tags. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (26), lots of cussing, some minor timeskip manga spoilers, mentions of adult themes (e.g., sex), this chapter is pretty light-hearted imo, the calm before the storm or so they say, buckle up for the ending!!!
a/n. we're 2/3 of the way, y'all! as the series nears its end, i'd love to hear about what reading it has been like for you! my replies, reblogs, and asks are always open <3 i hope you enjoy this chapterâit was a blast to write!
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The sound of wind chimes echoes throughout the crowded room, albeit slightly drowned out by the busy chatter of customers and waiters alike, coupled with the clanging noises emanating from what you think is the kitchen. Still, youâre quick to glance at the entrance when the ringing eventually reaches your ears.
Equal parts disappointment and relief flood through you when you catch sight of two people walking in who are decidedly not the guests of the hour.
âNervous?â comes a sudden, low voice at your right.
You turn to look at the source, and what greets you is a Bakugou with an inexplicable expression on his face. You feel your eyebrows furrow ever so minutelyâand you forgive yourself for it, because what the hell are you supposed to reply to that?
Acutely aware of the bug stuck firmly against your chest, though, you scramble for a natural response.
And really, what would be more natural than the truth?
âWould it be weird if I told you I am?â
You werenât trying to be funny with that quip, but apparently Bakugou finds it humorous, because he chuckles before shaking his head. âNah.â
He doesnât expound much after that, to your chagrin. You shrug it off, though, opting to soothe yourself instead. The last thing you need is to seem frazzledâeven if you areânot when youâre fully cognizant of Hirotoâs unassuming presence a few tables across from you.
Well, as far as a baseball cap, sunglasses indoors, and a flimsy mustache pass up for unassuming.
Another attempt of yours at a hasty glimpse at the door gets interrupted when Bakugou stretches out his left arm to check his sports watch. You manage to take a peek and see that itâs 11:21 AM. According to the man beside you, they didnât agree to meet until half past eleven, but youâre here early, just as you planned the night before.
Needless to say, Masaki was understandably skeptical.
âAnd here I thought youâd know better than to easily believe chatter, Bakugou,â replied the leader when the pro-hero elaborated on his proposal.
âAnd here I thought youâd know better than to underestimate the word of mouth,â came Bakugouâs impatient response. âIf thereâs anything I learned working in the field, itâs that that sort of thing shouldnât be taken lightly.â
âRumors can escalate, especially if theyâre as intriguing as the ones circulating about us. Besides,â he added, âWe could use some fucking fresh air. Why donât you try being cooped up for more than two weeks, hah?â
Masaki didnât take the bait and counter with another wisecrack, evidently troubled by the newfound information and the fact that Bakugou was making sense. However, despite the ash-blondeâs persuasive argument, the man turned you down and sent you back to your activities after a momentâs consideration.
You went through the day masking as much as you could despite the defeat weighing down your steps, entirely convinced that you lost your one chance at informing the outside world about the plans of attack. Bakugou was extra cranky, too, blowing up all the targets in quirk training and leaving nothing but a pile of ashes for the rest of the members.
You were about to grab your pillow and duvet cover from the bed to make the nightly transfer when a series of knocks resounded from your roomâs door. From where he was lounging on the mattress, Bakugou eyed you, and you took that as your cue to get up and figure out who the fuck was going to make your already shitty day even shittier.
It didnât surprise you to find a stoic Hiroto on the other side, but what did surprise you was what heâd say next.
âHe said you could go,â he started, seeming pained, as if it hurt him to say that. âOn one condition.â
âWhat is it?â you asked, hopefulness rekindling, just as you heard Bakugou sit up behind you.
âI tail the both of you.â
Which leads you to the present, seated in a large booth beside Bakugou in one of his favorite katsu restaurants, with a disguised twin watching the two of you like a hawk, waiting.
And if you really think about it, youâre quite lucky things turned out this wayâwith Bakugouâs words of warning getting to this damned organizationâs leader, even if you are being tailedâbecause otherwise, you wouldnât be having this golden opportunity to communicate with the rest of theâ
âKacchan!â
You whip to look at the entranceâstartledâand sure enough, standing by the glass doors are four people who you could recognize from a mile away.
Pro-heroes Chargebolt, Red Riot, Pinky, and Cellophane.
Theyâre all smiles as they march through the tables, as if their big introduction wasnât enough, and normally youâd be sinking in your seat in embarrassment at how loud and flashy your companions are being. But for once, youâre actually thankful they are this way, reminding yourself that youâre not only here to pass a message.
No, youâre here to make a scene.
You stand up out of courtesy as the four arrive at the booth Bakugou selected when you arrived roughly thirty minutes earlierâpositioned conveniently smack dab in the middle of the restaurant. Bakugou gingerly follows suit.
âKacchan!â ChargeboltâKaminariârepeats, flashing the man a toothy grin, before bringing in him for a hug, which the latter begrudgingly accepts.
âItâs been too long, bro!â the electric hero quips as they pull apart, his gaze then drifting to you, a playful glint in his eyes. âAnd who do we have here?â
âDonât make her feel embarrassed, Denks,â comes a good-natured voice from beside him, and you shift to look at the man speaking. KirishimaâRed Riotâtosses you an apologetic smile, reaching out a hand for you to shake. âIâm Eijirou, one of Bakubroâs closest friends. Itâs great to finally meet you, âŚ?â
âY/N,â you supply, smiling back at him as you shake his hand. âItâs an honor to meet you guys.â
âBakugouâs finally got a girlfriend, huh?â CellophaneâSeroâwhoâs standing tall behind the redheadâcomments, a teasing smirk plastered on his face.
âWatch it,â Bakugou warns from beside you, although it doesnât have much bite to it.
âAnd sheâs really pretty, too!â pipes up PinkyâMinaâwho elbows Kaminari to the side to pull you into a hug, which you readily return. Not knowing what to say, you only laugh, shooting her a grateful look when you let go of each other.
âThank you for coming out here despite the last-minute invite,â you offer, feeling a tad bit self-conscious. Still, you press on, gesturing towards the seats. âPlease, sit down.â
A chorus of âSureâsâ and âThanksâ erupts from the group as they settle in, with Mina, Kaminari, and Sero sitting across you and Kirishima piling in your booth, situating himself beside Bakugou. As they do so, you take the opportunity to quickly scan the restaurant, and sure enough, virtually everyone has paused their respective conversations to look at whatâs going on at your table, curious expressions etched on their faces.
âSo,â Kirishima starts, leaning into the table to peer at you. âHow does it feel to be the cause of Bakugouâs downfall as Japanâs hottest bachelor?â
You splutter, caught off guard by the question, but Bakugou comes to your rescue by punching the ridiculously buff man in the arm.
The latter only barks out a laugh.
âShut it, shitty hair.â
âAlright, alright,â Kirishima huffs out, chuckling. âYou can choose not to answer that. But yâall have to tell us how you met, though.â
At that, Mina squeals, like she just got reminded of that juicy opening. âYes, please! We made a bet on the way here. Seroâs convinced youâre a paid actress, but I say you had an adorable meet-cute, like at the grocery or something!â
âThe fuck?â Bakugou says just as you snort.
âWaitââ Sero straightens up in his seat, completely ignoring the ash-blonde. âWhat was that snort for? Iâm right, arenât I?â
âYou better fucking watch yourself, youââ
âSorry, Sero,â you manage to get out, pulling a lie out of your ass just in time. âBut Minaâs right.â
Said girl fist pumps the air while Sero visibly deflates. You feel Bakugouâs eyes trained on the side of your face.
âWe met on the airplane,â you continue when nobody says a thing. âWe were seatmates, he was reading a book that I loved, and we just hit it off from there.â
âSeriously?â Kaminari cries out, thankfully catching everyoneâs attention from your definitely-not-just-made-up story. âIt couldnât have been that easy.â
You shrug, not really knowing how to respond to that, but gratefully you donât have to because Bakugou chimes in.
âTo you,â he taunts, before: âAnd whatâre you complaining about? Arenât you planning to ask Ears out?â
âDonâtââ Kaminari begins, before ultimately sighing in surrender, mouth formed into a pout. âI donât want to talk about it.â
âThere, there,â Sero pats the blondeâs back, although heâs looking far from sympathetic. âTime and place for everything, bro. Nowâs not the time for you, though.â
âI knew it!â Mina sing-songs, crushing your dreams of having successfully closed the âhow did you meetâ chapter of this conversation. Still, you try not to let the dread show on your features.
âWhat drew you towards him, Y/N?â the acid hero furthers. âOn that day at the plane.â
âWhatâŚdrew me towards him?â you lamely parrot.
âYeah!â she laughs. âYou know, did you think he was cute? Did he smell good? Was he being a gentleman?â
âDo we really have to know all these?â Sero complains.
Mina looks away from you to regard the ebony-haired man, a playful frown decorating her pink face. âNow youâre just being a sore loser, Sero.â
You gulp, taking the short window of reprieve to think about what to say. How does one even come up with an acceptable answer? You chance a glance at Bakugou, and you try not to appear shocked when you find him already looking at you.
Well.
You swore youâd never walk through memory lane, at least the painfully humiliating one concerning Bakugou throughout the course of this mission, but it seems like current affairs call for old data.
And so you dig through the past for a response.
âIâuhâŚâ you start, before trying again. âWell, just as you said, I found him attractive. Physically. But also, with the way he just carried himself. He was very into the, uh, book, and I found it endearing.â
To that, Mina drawls out a long âawwâ but gets interrupted by Kirishima, who leans forward again to look past Bakugou and right at you. âBut he wasnât a stranger to you, was he?â
âNo, weââ
âOf course, not,â Kaminari cuts you off, âKacchan hereâs crazy popular. Ever since UA, remember?â
âUh, no, actuallyâŚâ you trail off, and everybody turns to look at you, questioning.
You take a deep breath.
âIâm actually from UA, too. But from the Gen Ed track. I was yourâŚbatchmate.â
âNo way.â
âSeriously?â
âWhy havenât I heard of you?â
âI knew you seemed familiar,â the redhead proclaims, his booming voice overwhelming the rest. You shift to face him, shocked.
He beams at you. âYou have that interesting quirk. What was it? I think it was luckââ
You gape at him. âRight.â
That causes him to grin wider. âYeah! I remember Midoriya rambling about how unique your quirk was and how it had so much potential during our graduation ceremony.â
You only gawk at him just as Bakugou stirs in his seat. You steal a glimpse at the man, who, if you didnât know any better, is looking miffed, but he doesnât say anything. Instead, you take the chance to smile at Kirishima, gratitude blooming in your chest at being remembered.
âNow I feel like shit for not recognizing you, babe,â Mina laments.
You shake your head. âNo offense taken, Mina.â
âStill! I shouldâveââ
âBut wait,â Kaminari interjects, features morphed into an uncharacteristically serious expression. âIf you found Kacchan attractive just by first impressions alone, wouldnât that mean you wouldâve had a crush on him back in UA?â
You blink.
Fuuuuâ
âQuit spitting nonsense, dunce face,â Bakugou spews out of nowhere, stunning you into a lull and shutting everyone up.
âThatâs faulty ass logic,â he finishes without further explication.
Silence.
ââŚI guess so,â replies the electric hero after a beat, sounding just as bewildered as you are.
But then Mina claps her hands together, and suddenly the tension dissipates. âEnough about the past, you guys! How about now, Y/N? What do you like about Bakugou here?â
âWhat are you, my old hag?â Bakugou swiftly retorts. âQuit fucking proddinââ
âWeâre just curious, bro,â comes Kirishimaâs easygoing reply. âWeâre happy for you, and weâre keen on the details.â
ââŚFine.â
You were about to whip to look at Bakugou, surprised at how easily he relented and all the while unceremoniously threw you under the bus, but youâre able to stop yourself from doing so in the nick of time.
Instead, you turn to look at his friends, who are all staring at you expectantly.
Jesus.
Here goes nothing, then.
âHe caresâŚa lot,â you start, voice wobbly. âBut Iâm sure you guys knew that already. And, heâs very protective of me.â
âI feel safe and comfortable around him. Plus,â you pause, a chuckle unexpectedly bubbling in your throat. âHeâs funny. I mean, he swears to god he doesnât snore but heââ
âWait, wait, waitâhold up.â
You freeze, and one look at Kaminariâs face is enough to let you know you fucked up.
Pro-hero Chargebolt grins at you. âYou mean you sleep together?â
Shit.
You wouldnât be lying if you said yes, would you?
Not that you can say no.
And so as you purse your lips, you nod.
ââŚYeah.â
At that, and in a blink of an eye, the group erupts into a fit of cheers and shouting but Kaminariâs cry is the one that emerges on top of it all as he stands up.
âKacchanâs finally getting some!â he practically announces to the entirety of the restaurant, before turning to the man in question, his arm raised. âGive me five, bro!â
Unsurprisingly, Bakugou only glares at him, seething. âQuit fucking talking about my sex life, you dipshit.â
âNot until you return my hi-five!â
âFuckingââ
You watch the two as they have a staredown, but only a few seconds in you can already tell Kaminari is nowhere near backing down. Bakugou mustâve noticed that, too, because a beat later, he averts his gazeânot before rolling his eyesâand acrimoniously slaps the formerâs palm.
âEnough about us, though, right?â you assertâdesperate to get the spotlight away from you and your fake relationshipâjust as Kaminari seats himself with a big, proud grin on his face. âWhat about you guys? What have you been up to?â
To your relief, Mina enthusiastically takes the lure and begins chatting up a storm. You listen with genuine interest as she goes on about starting her own agency and rising to 17th from 28th last year. Kirishima adds to the narrative by divulging how heâs since taken in a fresh UA graduate as a sidekick as per Midoriyaâs recommendation. Eventually, you find yourself slowly relaxing as he continues, drawing parallels between his experience with Fat Gum and now being the main hero himself at 9th place in the HBJ.
You try asking Kaminari about how his agency is going, but no matter how he starts his storytelling, it always drifts back to the fact that his building is next to Jirouâs, which unfailingly goes to how itâs going with him and the Hearing hero.
âWhat did I tell you, bro?â Sero chastises him when Kaminari starts waxing poetic about the musician slash hero. âWeâre here to celebrate the happy couple. Donât go raining on their parade.â
âNoâreally, itâs okaââ
âI have to go to the restroom!â Mina throws in abruptly and as a matter of factly, completely disregarding the previous topic, before shifting to face you. âCare to join me, Y/N?â
Now, as much as you want to escape from the group and take a breather, you still find yourself hesitating at the invitation, although you manage not to shoot Bakugou a look lest you cause suspicion.
You talked about thisâlast nightâhow youâd secretly transmit the details of the attack to any of the four. Your plan requires you to be at the scene, prepared to use your quirk on anyone at any time if necessary, but even you canât deny that itâd be odd if you declined Minaâs offer.
Girl code and all.
Sero must think the same, too, because the man comes up with an irritatingly badgering remark. âWhat, canât bear to be away from Bakugou for even a second?â
âSheesh,â Kaminari piles on while the rest aside from Bakugouâwhoâs turning red from what youâre sure is displeasureâsnicker among themselves.
âHa ha, very funny, Sero,â you laugh in an attempt to play it off, ultimately deciding to get up as Mina does the same thing from across you.
And youâre about to leave it at that and follow Mina to the girlsâ restroom, but youâre stopped by your gutâand an inkling that Hiroto is closely watching the exchange.
Before you can even think twice about what youâre about to do, you spin on your heel and lean down and into Bakugou.
You barely register him shortcircuiting at the sudden proximity, too caught up in your own audacity, as you clench your eyes closed and hastily plant a chaste kiss on his absurdly soft lips.
And just as quickly as you invaded his space, you pull away, mouthing a soft âBe right backâ before once again spinning on your heels and starting the trek to the comfort room, willing yourself to ignore the hooting and whistling behind you.
Mina jogs after you, grinning when she catches up and offers you a low-five.
You return it.
âAtta girl.â
âI love your makeup, by the way,â Mina comments as she emerges from a stall behind you, while you wash your hands in one of the sinks.
âAnd your outfit, too,â she adds, and before you can say anything back: âDo you always look like this?â
Youâre not about to tell her you usually look like you just rolled out of bed but are in the middle of a somewhat life-or-death mission hence the constantly put-together look, and so you just shrug sheepishly.
âUh, I just try to look presentable, you know?â
âGirl, you look more than just presentable.â
You shoot her a thankful smile. âThanks, Mina.â
That causes her to brighten up. âDonât mention it! Though, you mind telling me what lip combo youâre wearing?â
Now youâre anything but a gatekeeper when it comes to beauty and your girlfriends, so you tell her. She promptly notes it down on her phone with the signature active-listening nod, thanking you when you finish answering her follow-up questions.
âGreat! Now I have another excuse to go shopping.â
You laugh, moving to throw the tissue you used to dry your hands with and head out when she reaches for your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
You turn to face her, eyebrows raised in question.
She beams at you.
âIâm really happy for the both of you, you know?â
You stammer, but Mina goes onâreleasing her grip on youâbefore you can think about something to say back.
âYou do know that youâre his first girlfriend, right?â
You did not know that.
You donât let her know.
âYou see, heâs always been popular with girls, especially ever since the end of the Great War. He really doesnât know how to go about them, though. Youâre the first one to really tame him like this.â
You canât help itâyou snort at her word choice. She snickers.
âThanks, but I really donât think thereâs much toââ
âGirl,â Mina cuts you off, âHave you seen the way he looks at you?â
You gulp. Thereâs absolutely no need for you to know about this, let alone be fed with delusion-fueling lies. Still, you canât find it in you not to ask. âWhat about it?â
She giggles. âYou really need me to spell it out? His gaze has always been intense but I donât knowâthey seem extra piercing when heâs looking at you. And, he looks at you more than you think he does. Believe me, Iâve been studying him ever since we walked into this restaurant.â
Nah.
You wave her off as nicely as you can. âYouâre too kind, Mina.â
And she really is, so much so that youâre actually feeling guilty over putting this whole act in front of them. The girl is just trying to hype you up, while youâre here flat-out lying to her face.
âWhatever,â she waves you off, and youâre just about to think the conversationâs finally over when, once again, she continues, a mischievous look on her face.
âAbout what Kaminari said, thoughâI know stuff was implied and forgive meâbut I just have to ask. I promise thisâll stay between us, butâŚâ
Oh, no.
ââŚHave you done it yet?â
You choke on your spit.
âSorry! Sorry,â she talks over you, patting your back as you cough your lungs out. By the time youâve gathered your bearings, sheâs smiling at you guiltily, though something tells you sheâs still waiting for an answer.
âWell?â
There you go.
And really, whatâs left for you to do than confirm her suspicions? Especially after you quite literally choked like that?
You nod your head slowly, and she squeals.
Great, you think to yourself. Now Pro-hero Pinky, one of your great role models, thinks youâve fucked one of her closest friends.
You try to console yourself by saying at least the rest of the Quirk Coalition is hearing this and probably getting more and more convinced about your sham relationship.
Copium, right?
âI swear, this secret stays with me, bestie!â Mina reassures you excitedly. âJust make sure yâall stay safe, okay?â
âO-of course, yes.â
âGreat. Letâs head out, yeah?â
By the time you return to your table, some of the foodâs already been servedâeveryoneâs except Minaâs and Kaminariâs. You got so caught up in dealing with the rocks they threw at you mid-conversation and in managing being with Mina that you completely forgot about ordering food.
âWaitâI didnâtââ you sputter as Bakugou and Kirishima step aside to let you squeeze into the booth, following suit and sitting beside you once youâre in.
âYou two were taking too long,â explains Kirishima. âBakugou went ahead and ordered something for you, as well as Minaâs go-to dish.â
âYay!â Mina claps, âThanks, Bakugou!â
âThanksâŚbabe,â you say quietly, eyeing the ebi tempura katsu he got you.
âNo problem,â comes his curt response.
Thankfully, no one comments on the fact that you just called Bakugou a pet name, distracted by the waiter serving the remaining food. Amidst the increasingly rare quiet, you look down at your own plate, before sneaking a glance at the ash-blondeâs beside you.
You didnât notice you were already staring at his bowl of chicken curry when his deep, low voice rips you out of your stupor.
He eyes you. âYou want mine?â
You quickly shake your head. âNo, Iâm good with the tempura.â
And, as if to prove your point, you pick one up with your chopsticks and bring it to your mouth, taking a small bite. You smile at him, âSee?â
Bakugou studies you for a beat longer with his eyebrows furrowed, before he picks up his set of chopsticks and steals away your piece of shrimp.
âHeyââ
You donât get to have a word in before he devours the tempura in one bite, nor when he swiftly switches your trays between the two of you.
âBakugouââ
âDamn,â quips Kaminari, catching your attention. You quickly realize that everyone else is gawking at the both of you, too stunned to speak.
The vibrant blonde points to whatâs become your dish of curry with his chopsticks. âHeâs never done that for any of us before.â
âYeah,â Sero piles on, eyes wide as saucers. âHe loves his hot curry.â
âBakugou,â you try again, reaching out for your plate, but he gently swats your hands away.
âJustâeat.â
You frown, though you know better than to argue the second time.
âGod, Iâm stuffed!â
You chuckle as you watch Kaminari rub his belly like a pregnant woman, while Mina and Sero beside him look just as maimed by a particularly debilitating case of food comaâif not more.
âI understand why this is your favorite lunch spot,â you offer, âThe foodâs amazing.â
âRight?â retorts Kaminari. âWe used to go here a lot when we were stillââ
âExcuse me,â the waiterâhaving seemingly emerged from thin airâcuts off the blonde, who instantly shrinks in himself at being interrupted. âHereâs your receipt, sir.â
Kirishima accepts the bill and reaches into his pocket for his wallet, but Bakugouâs quick to snatch the leather pad away from him.
You straighten up just as the rest of the squad burst into a series of coos, teasing you about how cool your #2 pro-hero of a boyfriend is.
A remark that they instantly take back when said boyfriend busts out a pen, seemingly to help him double-check the bill and fill up the customer feedback form that was distributed during the middle of your meal.
You know better, though.
You barely catch the side eye Bakugou gives you, but you do, and you immediately ready yourself to use your quirk.
You try not to seem too interested in what heâs jotting down as he hastily scribbles on the form, opting to look at the three in front of you instead.
Almost instantaneously, you realize itâs a mistake.
âWhatâre you two planning on doing after this, Y/N?â asks Mina.
âWeâuhââ
âDo you already have something planned?â interjects Sero, âBecause if not, thereâs this new place that I recommend youââ
âActually,â you glance at Bakugou, but you donât get to look at the paper before you return to face them. âI haveââ
âWhat do you guys mean?â whines Kaminari, âArenât we still hanging out after this?â
You were just about to spew a dismissive remark when you feel something kick your shin, and you whip to look at Bakugou, but heâs not turned towards you. Instead, heâs facing down onto the piece of scrap, blocking everyoneâs view of it while tapping on it with a pen.
Your eyes trail the length of the tool, and right at the tip of it is the word NOW, encased in a circle.
You didnât need to be told twice.
Bakugou mustâve noticed you getting the signal because he then moves to pat Kirishima on the shoulder, and as he does so, you look up to discreetly search for Hiroto amidst the crowd, spotting him in an instant.
You canât say for sure, but youâre pretty certain heâs looking straight at you judging by the way his bodyâs oriented toward your table.
Either way, itâs not like you have the luxury of hesitation.
Once you believe youâve locked eyes, thatâs when you pull.
Hard.
Harder than the last two times.
Acute wariness into boundless relaxation.
And you see itâthe way his frame instantly slouches from the tense stance it was just in. He even reaches down in what you think is an attempt to check if his shoelaces were untied, and you grab the opportunity and immediately turn to check on Kirishima.
His face is evidently contorted in confusion when your gaze lands on him, and a surge of panic shoots through you at the sight of it. You think Bakugou must be feeling the same way, but you donât dare waste a millisecond to verify.
Instead, you call out the redheadâs name, to which he responds by looking at you.
Once again, you pull.
This time, palpable bewilderment into laser-sharp focus.
And just like you did with Hiroto, you watch as Kirishimaâs features shift into that of a harmless boy next door to the #8 pro-hero Red Riot, before he calmly takes the piece of paper Bakugou slid across the table and pockets it.
Once youâve made sure that the message is safely secured in Kirishimaâs jean pocket, you risk a quick glance back at Hiroto, whoâs only now stretching back up from checking his shoes.
It then dawns on you.
You did it.
And not only that, you managed to make a scene.
That is, if you were to go by the distinct camera shutters thatâd been going off the moment you entered the restaurant with Bakugou Katsuki.
The Bakugou Katsuki youâre definitely not falling for again.
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Sex Rocks! - AMAB! Venture

Pairing: AMAB! Sloan Cameron x fem! Reader (reader uses fem pronouns + has a pussy)
Genre: smut/NSFW
Word Count: 4.6k
Summary: Sloan is in for much more than they bargained for when they find a statue with magical propertiesâand you might be the only one who can help them out
CW: porn with plot, AMAB! Venture, sex pollen (but itâs a magical sex statue), dubcon, masturbation, showering, dirty thoughts (abt reader), slight voyeurism, blowjob, hair pulling, face fucking, cum swallowing, cock riding, mating press, multiple orgasms, protected AND unprotected sex, doggy style, multiple rounds, overstim, lots of cum, (think that's everything) use of the word shaft (im so sorry i hate this word but thereâs only so many synonyms for dick)
yes the title is a pun ^.^ i meant to post this way earlier in the day but i got distracted and didn't end up finishing til tonight and it came out WAY LONGER than i thought. this is fr the longest smut ive ever written. anyway venture whores hope you all enjoy <3
It mustâve been Sloanâs lucky day. After barely an hour of searching, the glittering artifact theyâd been looking for seemed to jump right out. Though the dusty gold colour blended in with the shimmering sand of the cavern, the three pink gems of the small statuette seemed to call to them.Â
The figure was cold to the touch and buttery, barely bigger than the size of their hand. It was shaped like a beautiful curvy woman, with full breasts accentuated with the pink stones and a thick tummyâthe likeness of some old, forgotten deity that Sloan could never remember the name of.Â
They took out a soft piece of cut cloth and wrapped the statue before tucking it in their pack and beginning the short trek to the surface. Sloan buzzed the whole way up, that warm tingling washing over them. The kind they always felt when they found a new artifact, or when you laughed at one of their dumb jokes.Â
As the surface came into view, the golden sunshine just beginning to dip below the horizon, the warmth grew stronger. It had been a hot day, and it seemed that though the sun was setting, the heat had not yet begun to dissipate. They took a long pause, letting themself rest on the rocks outside of the cave.
Wiping the sweat away from their forehead, they took a big drink from the canteen of water theyâd brought along with them. It was a short trek, they werenât usually this sweaty and parched from something so basicâbut with the warmth of the day at its peak, they shrugged it off.
The car theyâd taken was only just down the trail, maybe ten minutes away. With one last sip of their cold water, they tucked it into their pack and started the walk back. The sky was turning pink as they set off, but slowly turned to purple and then the rich black of night.
Despite the dayâs end, the heat only grew more unbearable with the walk. Their thighs cramped as they made their way down the trail, their heart beginning to race. Whatever, they tried to ignore it and power through to the car.
Sweat coated Sloanâs forehead and chest by the time they made it to their vehicle. Their hair was slicked to the back of their neck, and the t-shirt theyâd been wearing was rendered near see-thru.Â
âJeez,â they sighed, tugging off their t-shirt.
They tossed the sweaty fabric into their backseat along with their pack before sliding in the front seat to drive. They kept the AC on full blast the whole trip back home, though it did little to stop the boiling in their blood.Â
Sloan was just pulling off the highway when a gasp forced its way out at the sudden tight feeling in their pants. They risked a glance down to their hard cock now straining against the thick fabric of their carharts. They shook it off, turning onto their street and trying to ignore the feeling of the bulge in their pants only growing with each minute.
It was almost painfully hard by the time they made it home. Sloan almost forgot their pack in the back of the car in their race to get inside and free their aching cock from the fabric that confined it.Â
A sigh ghosted their lips when their cock sprung free from their boxers and they wrapped their sweaty palm around it. Their core was near sweltering, their cock throbbing in need.Â
With a glance at the door to make sure it was locked behind them, Sloan spat in their hand and started to spread it across their aching cock. A shiver crawled its way up their spine, acting as a brief reprieve from the heat that threatened to consume them. They clamped a hand over their mouth and began to slide their hand up their length.
With barely a touch, they were already so sensitive. Pre cum dripped down the tip, pooling across their fingertips and mixing with the saliva already spread over their skin. They squeezed harder, dragging their hand up and down faster. Their muffled moans vibrated against the clammy skin of their palm, their eyes falling shut as their hand fell into a rhythm.
Thoughts of you filled their head. Thoughts of your smile, of your warm skin, of pinning you to the bed and using you however they pleased. Sloan gasped, opening their eyes as they came into their palm.
Fuck. Cum rolled across their fingers, down their still hard cock and collected into the hair at the base of their pubic bone. They smeared the remainder of the cum on their thighs, shaking off the aftershocks of their orgasm and deciding a cold shower would solve both the mess they made, and the throb between their legs.
With their clean hand, they dragged their backpack with them all the way to their bedroom, tossing it in the corner before grabbing a towel and heading into the bathroom. They didnât wait for the water to warm before stripping and stepping beneath the brisk stream.
The cool water settled the burning beneath their skinâbut only just barely. Much to Sloanâs dismay, it also did nothing to soothe the ache between their legs. It was almost embarrassing, having an unrelenting boner for no reason like they were in school again.
They sighed, squeezing some coconut scented body wash into their hand and slicking across their cock. They didnât bother to change the water back to warm, instead opting to let the frigid stream drip down their back. The nice smelling soap felt much, much better than their own spitâbut they could imagine a few things that would feel even better.
Like your pretty lips wrapped around their tip, those kind eyes of yours pleading at them to cum in your mouth andâSloan moaned, fingers clenching around their hard length. Just the thought of you touching them, or them touching you, was enough to have Sloan gasping and furiously jerking their cock.
Drops of soap flew away from their palm with every stroke, splattering the tile of the shower in front of them. God, wouldnât they love to do that to you. What they wouldnât give to do that to you. To have you lay down in front of them, completely at their mercy while they fucked you relentlessly and left you covered in their cum.
Their cock twitched, and then they were cumming. Wave after wave of hot cum burst out, coating the tile in front of them before being washed away by the water. Hard, shaking breaths wracked their chest as their senses returned to them and they could once again feel the cool water against their tanned skin.Â
As they looked at the cum mixing with the water down the drain, all they could think was âwhat a waste.â
It only took ten minutes after their shower for the tingling in their cock to become unbearable again. The heat had returned almost immediatelyâand with a vengeanceâbut theyâd managed to ignore the tenderness between their legs for only ten minutes.
Sloan was glad they didnât bother putting their clothes back on as they settled into their bed and grasped their shaft once more. Cumming once or twice a day was normal for them, but this was something else entirely. Something had to be wrong.
Sloan pushed away their fears and started once again stroking their dick, leftover water and precum acting as a lubricant for their hand to easily slide around. They closed their eyes, and let themself think of you once more.Â
How their cum would look running down your thighs, or splattered on your back. How nice your hands would feel gripping their cock, how youâd just beg them to fuck you.
Sweat dripped down their chest, wetting their tummy and the dark hair at the base of their cock. How long had they been jerking off this time? They risked a teary eyed glance at the screen of their phoneâhad it really been almost twenty minutes since they laid down in bed?
Twenty minutes and they were no closer to coming, but their dick was growing uncomfortably hard. A sigh passed through their lips. Their hand wasnât enough, they needed something more, something hotter.Â
Their mind went to you, pleasure hazed thoughts wondering if they called you, would you come? Would you help them? Before they could think it through, their fingers were dancing across the screen. Just the sight of the tiny contact picture of you at the top of their screen had them squeezing tighter, thick drips of pre cum rolling down their tip.
Sloan lets themself fall back into bed, their mind dancing away to thoughts of you sinking down on their cock. They roll their head to the side, their eyes catching sight of the bag theyâd carelessly tossed in the corner just before their shower.Â
Could the statue have done this? There were myths surrounding it, sure, but this? The thought was preposterous a week ago. Now though, with their insatiable lust, the thought doesnât seem so crazy to Sloan.
Shit. They shouldnât drag you into this. If it really is the statue, they donât want to expose you to this. They reach for their phone to ask you not to come, to send you away, but just as their palm reaches the cold metal, the front door clicks open.
âSloan?â You call, peaking your head in the front door. As soon as youâd gotten their message, youâd left your house. Youâre talking more to yourself than them at this point, tiptoeing through the dark of their home. âI used the spare key you gave me to get inâŚare you here?â
Sloan bit their lip at the sound of your voice, risking a glance to the bag that contained the statue. Maybe inviting you here wasnât such a bad idea after all.Â
âIn here!â they call. Their voice is raspy, dripping with the need radiating from their core.
You follow the sound of their voice to the closed door of their bedroom, warm light leaking out from the cracks. Itâs Sloan, and they donât sound like theyâre in danger, but something about their voiceâŚ
You push open the door. It takes two seconds for you to scan the room, two seconds for your eyes to fall on Sloanâsweaty, writhing and desperately jerking their cock in bedâand two seconds for you to turn away, covering your eyes.
âShit,â you gasp. âIâI didnât mean to walk in on you.â
But itâs strange. They called you here to help them, they knew you were going to come into their roomâwas this what they needed your help with? You couldnât help but clench your legs at the thought, a heat rushing to your core.
Sloanâs voice cut through the darkness of your hand. âI-itâs okay,â they say. âYou can look.â
You slowly peel your hand away from your eyes. Though they covered themself with a blanket, you could still see the glistening skin of their chest, and the up-down motion of their hand beneath the fabric.Â
Sloan knows itâs shameless of them to keep stroking their cock while talking to you, while youâre right there watchingâbut they canât stop. Now that youâre here in front of them, the pressureâs increased tenfold.
You squint. âWhatâs going on?â
âI found that statue.â They keep jerking off.
âAnd?â
âThe rumors about it were true.â
âFuck,â you curse.Â
When theyâd been telling you about the myths behind the statue, youâd both laughed it off, stealing wanton glances at each other as you did. Theyâd assured you it wasnât possible, that there was no scientific reason a statue would bear unto its users an insatiable appetite for sex.
Seeing them now, though, all sweaty and desperate, has you thinking they were wrong.Â
âSloan,â you say calmly, stepping in the room and gently shutting the door behind you, âwhat can I do to help?â
They bite your lip, and itâs just now that you notice their eyes are almost completely black in lust. A shiver runs up your spine.Â
They pull back the blanket. âTouch me,â they swallow. âPlease.â
You glance at their thick, throbbing cock dripping in precum. Itâs everything youâve ever wanted, wrapped up in the worst possible way. It wouldnât be rightâtheyâre clearly not thinking straight.Â
âI donât think thatâs a good idea.â
Sloanâs not sure whether itâs the statue, or their frustration, or some terrible combination of the two that prompts them to say, âoh donât tell me you havenât been wanting me to fuck you for months.â
Their brazenness sends another wave of heat to your core, your underwear suddenly feeling wetter than usual. âSloan,â you say carefully.
âIf youâre worried about consent,â they rasp. âI want it. All the time. For months, too. I think about it nonstop.â
Their words ease your nerves, and you find yourself approaching their bedside. Your eyes stayed glued to their cock and the hand furiously stroking it. âWhat do you think about?â
They watch you, dedicating each pump of their length to you. âI think about you while I fuck myself. I think aboutâabout fucking you, and having you bounce on my cock andâgod.â
You sink down on the bed next to them, wrapping your hand around the one rubbing their dick. âLet me.â
They slide their hand away, letting you take over. Already, your hand feels a million times better than theirs ever did, the ache in their core finally beginning to relent. They lay their head back, watching your hand glide across their sticky skin.
They suck in a breath. âFuck,â they look at you through their lashes. âUse your mouth.â
Youâre taken aback by their command. Their cock looks so inviting, dripping wet and throbbing in your palm. Itâs bigger than anything youâve ever had which only makes you want it more.
You look them in the eyes while you lick a bead of precum away from the tip. Sloan shivers, wrapping a hand in your hair and pulling you down. You gasp as you take their cock into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it. Itâs salty, a mix of sweat and precum, with a strange undertone of coconutâbut itâs just how you imagined it.
Your jaw strains to take them into your mouth, their tip hitting the back of your throat after only a few seconds. You gag slightly, but Sloan only pushes your hand down further, groaning at the warmth of your mouth. This was exactly what they needed.
As soon as you start to see black spots, they pull you off. A strand of drool connects your lips to their length, dripping and coating your chin. They hum at the sight of you, so filthy already.
âDo you like how it tastes?â
Youâre so flustered, so bewildered by the situation that you can only nod, clenching the base of their cock. You put your lips back on their tip and eagerly slide down for more. Their calloused fingers still tug at your hair, using the strands like reins to push and pull you how they see fit.
Sloan watches you intently the whole time, admiring the spit that coats your mouth and the way your throat bulges when they pull you a certain way. Theyâve dreamt about fucking you for months now, but none of their wildest dreams could ever compare to this.
Despite the way your eyes water, Sloan pulls you down further. You look so fucking cute choking on their thick cockâthey canât help it. When you finally slap a hand against their thigh, they let go of your head and watch you gasp for air.
âGet on your knees,â they command.
You can only nod, not trusting your voice with the way your throat burns. The dominance in them only makes you wetter, a noticeable throbbing rushing through your clit. Youâre all too eager to settle on your knees at their bedside.
They cup your chin, swiping their thumb across your lips to smear your drool and their pre across them. âSo cute,â they murmur.
You lean back in to take their cock once more, but they tsk at you. Just as you tilt your head in confusion, you watch as Sloan grips their cock and rubs the messy, wet tip across your mouth. They smear it all across your face, making a mess all over your cheeks and nose.
A whine slips from your lips before you can stop it, but Sloan only laughs at it and finally lets their cock slap against your mouth. You open wide and take them once more, rolling your tongue over their length.
âSo eager,â they tease, their fingers resuming their position in your hair, âif Iâd known youâd be such a slut for me, I wouldâve fucked you months ago.â
Sloan watches the shame glimmer in your eyes, followed by pure pleasure, and doesnât miss the way you rock your hips against the floor.Â
It only takes a few minutes of you on your knees before theyâre coming, pushing your head down so you have no choice but to swallow their cum. Your eyes shoot wide as the hot cum spills in your mouth, pulling back from their cock and opening your mouth so they can see it.
âGood girl,â they purr. âNow swallow.â
You nod and obey without a second thought, licking their cock a few more times after to clean up the excess. âSloan,â you say quietly, your voice raspy from the way they just fucked your throat.
âHm?â
âDo you have condoms?â
They tap the nightstand that youâre sitting next to. âYou wanna fuck me?â
You pass them the condom, eagerly waiting as they lay back in bed and roll it over their cock. Though theyâre slow to put it on, you donât miss the way their hands shake in anticipation.
Sloan watches you the whole time as you strip, discarding your clothes as quickly as you can. You climb onto the bed and straddle their waist, a knee on either side of their hips. Their hands clench your waist tightly, fingertips digging in hard enough to bruise.Â
Usually Sloan would be happy to let you adjust, but with the warmth of your pussy right there, they canât wait any longer. Using your hips as leverage, they thrust up into you, the tip of their cock bottoming out against your cervix.
You cry out, burying your head against their sticky chest. âSloan,â you whine.
âSorry,â they pant, but continue thrusting into you.
You relax into them, slamming your hips into theirs to meet their rhythm. Itâs painful at first, both the stretch of their cock and how deep it reachesâbut itâs amazing, too.
Sloan barely thinks as they pound in and out of you, using your own body weight as leverage to get their cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. Your whines are like music to their ears, complemented by the rhythm of matching groans they loose every time their cock brushes your cervix.
You cum so hard you swear you go blind for a second. Everything is hot, your vision goes white, and all you can focus on is the way your cunt is gushing around their cock, juices coating their thighs. You go limp on their chest for a minute, letting them fuck you like a toy while you recover.
Sloanâs own orgasm isnât far behind, their cock twitching as they spill into the condomâthough theyâd much rather spill into you. They almost draw blood with how tightly their nails dig into your sides, and the only word they seem to remember is your name.
Even though theyâre unbearably hot and their cock is so sensitive it hurts, they still need more.Â
âCan I keep going? Tell me I can keep going.â
Youâre exhausted from the brutal pace theyâve set, but their cock fills you so well and they sound so desperate, you have no choice but to say yes. Upon your agreement, Sloan is flipping you onto the mattress beneath them and bending your legs to your chest.Â
They can get deeper like this, and Sloan knows it too. They start their pace off slower this time, trying to give you time to recover before their own need takes over. They hold your hands, pinning them above your head while they fuck you.
Their eyes lock with yours as they increase the pace, the tip of their cock hitting that spot inside of you perfectly every time. There are tears in your eyes from the pleasure, but it only makes them harder.Â
âToo deep,â you whine, squeezing their hands with as much strength as you can muster.
âYou donât love having me fill you up?â They mumble into your ear, âif I canât stuff you with my cum, Iâll fill you with my cock.â
You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, their dirty words sending you over the edge. You try to clench your knees together but Sloanâs body is in the way. They fuck you through your orgasm, squeezing your hands back with every bit of pressure you squeeze theirs with.
âThatâs it,â though their words are soft, they punctuate each one with a thrust, âcum on my cock.â
They slide their hands down your body, resting on your hips once more. Their thrusts start to get sloppy, and you know they canât last much longer like this. You reach up, desperate for somethingâanythingâto ground yourself, your fingers coming in contact with their hair.
Sloan whines and cums in one sloppy motion, resting their head on your neck while they lazily thrust through their high. Soft groans and whines vibrate against your collarbone.
It takes a minute for them to collect their strength again, pulling their cock out of you. You look at them through tear blurred vision, eyes widening at the cum soaked condom dripping into the wild tangle of hair at the base of their length. Thereâs a ring of white around their cock from it all, and the only thought crossing your mind is how badly you want to lick it off.
Sloan canât decide whether to admire the sheer amount of cum filling the condom, or be disappointed that they werenât able to fuck it into you instead. They pull it off of their cock and toss it onto the floorâitâll be a pain to clean later, but they donât care. They reach into their nightstand for another one, but your hand wraps around their wrist first.
âYouâre still hard?â
As if in reply, their cock twitches against your leg. Though the searing heat has finally begun to fade, the pure need coursing through their veins has not.
âYouâre done already?â They counter.
âN-no,â you say quickly, though your pussy feels unbearably sensitive in the cold room. âBut you donât need to use that.â
They look down at the purple wrapper in their hand, then back up at you. Their eyes practically glitter in anticipation. âRaw?â
You nod shyly, reaching out your arms to beckon them back to you. Youâll never be able to match their insatiable paceâyou know thatâbut you told them youâd help, even if it means letting them use you like a fleshlight.
They plant a kiss to the base of your throat, a devilish twinkle in the dark of their eyes. âRoll onto your knees.â
With their help, you roll onto your stomach and pull your knees up, arching your back to give them access to your dripping cunt. Too tired to keep your chest up, you rest your cheek against the single pillow in their bed and let yourself relax.
Sloanâs hands retrace the marks they left on your lips earlier, positioning you perfectly to line up with their cock. They land a harsh slap to your cunt with the head of their cock and slip it in all at once, relishing in the gasp that leaves your lips.
They rock their hips into yours, reaching up to tangle a hand in your hair. With one hand gripping your hips and another in your hair, they piston into you. You bite your lip to try and cover the onslaught of moans they fuck out of you and pray that Sloan doesnât have neighborsâalthough at this point, theyâve probably heard enough.
âFeels even better raw,â they groan, balls slapping against your clit with a particularly brutal thrust. âSâlike it was made for me.â
The burning in the pit of your stomach grows at their dirty words, your pussy utterly gushing around their length. Without the condom, you can feel the desperate throbbing of their cock, feel every twitch of their tip when they bottom out inside of you. They reach everywhere inside you, rubbing places you didnât even know you had.
Waves of pleasure roll over you, each more intense after the last. Your pussy flutters around Sloanâs cock, but their pace doesnât slow. They keep slamming into you, lewd slapping noises loud enough to cover your desperate moans. They tug your hair hard, pulling you closer, and roll their hips against yours.
Their cockhead brushes your cervix and your eyes roll back in the sharp pleasure that travels through your pussy. Drool leaks from the side of your mouth and your moans transform from fully formed words to stupid sounding babbles.
Sloan releases your hair from their grip and moves their hand to massage your ass. âSounds so cute when you whine,â they coo breathily.
Your senses all come flooding back to you when you feel the first spurt of their hot cum inside of you. Your tummy flutters with butterflies, your pussy contracts, and you cum with them. Both of you writhe in bed against each other, Sloanâs desperate, near primal pants like music to your ears.
âFuck,â you groan as you collapse into the bed.
They keep their cock inside of you, shallowly thrusting their cum back in. âPlease donât stop,â they whine. âPlease, I-I need more. Please.â
Your whole body burns, your pussy is so sensitive youâre not sure youâd even be able to cum again. âSloan,â you sigh, looking back at them.Â
âPlease. Please let me keep using you. Please. You donât even have to do anything but please let me use this pussy,â they pinch your clit in emphasis. âPlease.â
âWell, with begging like that,â you joke.
Sloan wastes no time slamming their cock back inside of you, and though you can hardly feel the harsh slapping motion, you can tell their pace has slowed. You lay there, sweaty and hot and with their cum dripping out and being fucked back in.
Sloan murmurs praises to you while they thrust, their mind half gone from how fucking horny they are. They can see cum dripping down your pussy, down your thighs and itâs so filthy and itâs so hot and all they want is more. They pound into you, chasing that final high they may or may not get, desperately gripping your sensitive skin until thereâs marks.
Finally, they cum again, their hot cum gushing until youâre so full it starts to burst from the seams between your pussy and their cock. Sloan watches it leak out in a trance, as if in disbelief that not only did they fuck you, they also just fucked you raw.
The heat has completely faded from their body, and as they pull out from your cunt and watch the cum drip, their cock finally starts to soften. âAre you okay?â
You manage a weak thumbs up from where you lay in the bed.
Just as they go to put on their pants, their cock twitches again, and the heat comes rushing back. Sloan sighs, looking at you guiltily, âthink you can do a round 2?â
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Get Lucky | CL16 - LN4
Paring : ex!Charles Leclerc x Singer!reader (fem) , Lando Norris x Singer!reader (fem)
Summary : Papaya did suit her better
Warning : None (enjoy)
Max's ending
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Can you please write something with Ben Poindexter x reader where they like match each otherâs freak so to speak. Sheâs kinda like Maya Lopez in the way that she kills for people and someone hires her to kill Dex but she starts to like him the more that she like learns his routine and investigates him. I donât know I just really like the idea of someone understanding Dex even though he kinda crazy fr.
No Longer Alone
Benjamin Poindexter x reader
Words: 1261
A/N: Love this idea! So good! I initially wanted to make it different from my other Dex fics but of course I just somehow ended up with writing about Dex and him being good, Iâm sorry if you wanted something crazy but I had a blast writing this one
Warning: mention and like layout of Dex and that suicide scene that he was about to to do in season 3 back in the day, also gun mention (Idk if that needs a warning but just in case)
Is what you did honest work? While most would say no, especially considering you were essentially a hitman, you would argue yes. And the only reason you considered it honest work was because you always, always made sure to do thorough research before fully accepting a job.Â
Your rule for a target was always the same: half payment up front, then after weeks of surveillance if you deemed the target culpable, you did what had to be done and then collected the rest of the money.
Surveillance was the most time consuming of the task, taking weeks to ultimately make the decision. You never wanted to take the life of anyone who had even a scrap of goodness to them out.Â
And just like with any other target the same conditions applied to Benjamin Poindexter.Â
Benjamin Poindexter. A.K.A. âDex,â was currently an FBI agent. He was a former Brooklyn Suicide Preventer, and a former U.S. Army man.Â
None of his past surprised you, youâve had enough kills to know that it wasnât what people showed others that made them a good person, it was what they didnât that got you the call.Â
In your first week of surveillance there were some intriguing things you noticed about the man. Firstly, you noticed how rigid his schedule was. Each day he stopped by the same locations. Some places were of course dealing with his occupation and necessary shopping, but other places seemed to be random. You did some more investigating to answer the main question here, why? And you easily found out the answer wasnât something, but rather someone. Julie Barnes.Â
Julie Barnes was an ex-coworker of Benjamin Poindexter from the suicide hotline center, and he seemed to have taken an infatuation towards her. Well you wouldnât call it an infatuation. You didnât know what it was, was it love? Curiosity? Or just pure obsession. Whatever it was intrigued you, because all he did at each and every place was watch her. He never did anything strange, just watched.Â
While it was kind of ironic; you, stalking a stalker. You found it kind of endearing the way he looked at her. The look wasnât fear-inducing, it wasnât sinister, but sweet, with a joy-stricken smile appearing on his face every now and again, like he sincerely and genuinely cared for her. Frankly, it was cute.Â
The other thing you noticed after keeping surveillance of him was his mentality, or rather his meltdowns. He seemed to have them not too often but frequent enough to the point that he knew precisely what to do when it did occur. You watched him a few times trying his best to collect his sanity, relying on cassette tapes and headphones that he pulled out from the closet. Each time you took note of how hard he worked to keep it all together. He was trying. And that was better than anything you couldâve said for any of your past targets.Â
A week went by and something happened, you observed as Dexâs schedule almost instantly fell apart. He was suspended from his job, he had a falling out with Julie.Â
You could tell it had an intense effect on him.Â
That night, when you followed him home he appeared to have a multitude of emotion coursing through him. Upset, sadness, emptiness, you had a bad feeling in your gut watching it all unfold before you.Â
Monitoring him through his window, you viewed as he roamed about his apartment slowly. He sat down and pulled a gun out laying it in front of him on the table. Eyes never leaving the scene, you watched as he looked to be actively battling his internal thoughts, contemplating deeply as he kept his head down, eyes fixated on the weapon. Â
You couldâve walked away there, you couldâve turned a blind eye, let the job be done. But something in you knew that he could pull through this. Dex wasnât a bad guy. He needed help.
Feet moving faster than your brain, they carried you out of your car and up the flight of steps trying their hardest to get you to him before he could do anything further. Running up you stopped at his door and frantically knocked.Â
You didnât know what was happening behind that door, you just hoped nothing drastic had happened yet.Â
âBenjamin Poindexter! I need you to open this door right now!â
You stopped for a moment and heard quiet on his end, and your mind started running a course of thoughts. But then you heard it, some shuffling that sounded like it was getting closer, so you kept talking.
âYou donât know me, but I know you. I know youâre struggling Benjamin but you can pull through thisâŚyouâve done it before, and you can and will do it again.â
Your head was close to the door waiting to hear any sound that might indicate he was still there. âYou need help and I can get you help.âÂ
Then you heard it, a slow click coming from the doorknob.Â
After waiting another second, the door then opened a crack revealing said man on the other side. You took note of his state, his eyes were filled with a watery appearance but he seemed to be stable at the moment. âHow do you know my name?â
You let out an intense breath that you were holding in at the sight of him still alive. âCan we talk inside?â
Dex stared you down considering his decisions.Â
âPlease?â
Against his better judgment, he opened the door completely, allowing you to enter. Once inside, you took note of how clean and organized his place looked before turning around to him, âHi. I was hired to investigate and kill you.â
Dexâs concentrated stare never faltered or swayed as he listened.Â
âI canât tell you who ordered it as that would be a violation of my legal contract but I can tell you that Iâm not going to do it.â
He didnât say anything, you werenât sure if he was just taking it all in, plotting his next words, or controlling his emotions.Â
âIâm not going to do it because I see an ounce of goodness in you. You are a man who is under heavy pressure, but even when your thoughts take over, you do your best to try to bring it back together. And Benjamin, that is all it takes. Trying.â
âDex.â He corrected, which prompted you to repeat it back, ââŚDex.â
Dexâs face softened, his expression no longer tense as his guard lowered. He believed you. He had no reason not to. The hit out on him was believable but you seeing goodness in him, he wanted to believe that too.Â
âIâŚstruggle when Iâm aloneâŚin my head sometimes I hear thoughts that hold me over the edge.â
âWell you donât have to be alone anymore.â
Reaching into your pocket you pulled out your card with a number on it. Dexâs eyes drop to it as you hold it out between your fingers.Â
âIf you ever feel alone, hereâs my number.â
Dex was hesitant, staring at the card until finally, he reached out and took it.Â
âYou donât have to be alone, DexâŚcall me.â
And with that last piece you shared you gave him a final look before walking out his front door.Â
Dexâs eyes remained on the card that had your name printed on it.Â
Did Dex think that he deserved to be killed that night? Yes.Â
Was Dex happy that you saved his life? Only time would tell.
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tw. wound fucking, blood, gore, donât read this if youâre squeamish!!, somnophilia, oral, noncon, megumi is delusional in this, yandere, belly bulge but gross! , cannibalistic thoughts wordcount. 6.4k
a/n. this one,,, was me pushing myself to just go buck wild, and channel my inner junji, and i think i got somewhere with it... a select few of you will understand me when i say that ,, this is like my love letter to megumi fr ⥠like i said though, this one might be the one that has people a little yucked out but! it's basically my halloween fic, for the spooky month
fushiguro megumi x fem!reader
When the rattling of the stretcher finally quiets in the halls and the rising rate of adrenaline starts to flatten out, Megumiâs lost on what to do. Any of the other sorcerers canât decide what the next step is either, it seems. Yuji with his back pressed against the glass and staring off into the empty part of the hall they just came from, and principal Yaga a stern quietness and arms crossed. Ieiri-san will do her best work today of any days if thereâs anything to be done about it, but Megumi can tell. That uncertainty hangs over all of them as the faint breathing of a collapsed body grows more pitched and panicked.
Megumi always sort of hated you. He didnât like you from the second he first met you, and it just grew and grew and grew from there. He hates your stupid demeanor with your higher-than-thou morals and your sky-high milestones and that grin that could make even the coldest heart split in two. It doesnât escape him that this is the same reason he always did enjoy Maki, but you were â more recognizable to him, and yet somehow much further away.
He always hated the way heâd catch himself watching the soft motion of your lashes, or how your mouth would form words, the heat that would carry color to your face. He always hated the quiet moments youâd sit by his side, rattling his heart out of his chest and laughing at him for his hot cheeks; and he always hated how youâd be the thought on his mind right after heâd made sure his own limbs hadnât yet been blown to bits. But standing with his hands covered in a coating of blood that isnât his, dripping onto the panes of the old flooring, he wonders what that hatred ever really got him. It never helped him understand you better, that for someone so alike himself, you were so much better at everything.
His chest is rising and falling too fast.
Gojoâs too late, always is when it comes down to the wire, Megumi thinks as the lankier man rushes through and stops a few feet away from them. Yagaâs brow pinches, before he lifts his head the slightest bit to acknowledge the white blond. âWhatâs the status,â Gojo has to ask, and before he has another conscious thought, Megumiâs furiously rubbing his hands over his sweater in an attempt to get the blood off while his teeth clack with how hard heâs clenching them. Thereâs a thickness between his ears that makes everything sound far off. The blood stains his fingers the more he rubs, and his face gets hotter and hotter as it lasts.
But he thinks he hears the principal explain.
How you had been pinned down and knocked clean out, head bashed against the concrete pillars. How Megumi had been too busy trying and failing to keep the uglier curse from blasting you both to shit, to notice. How the other special grade had picked you up by the neck and unceremoniously shoved something into your mouth and pushed until it went down your throat - until you started convulsing, spitting out blood and bile before he could reach you. Megumi hadnât taken the time to look then, but he knows now what it was, slimy, decaying contents of a little vial that had gone missing a few months ago.
âThe girl mustâve been a real good match.â Yaga pushes his fingers to his brow, as if forcibly trying to push the frown down. âIeiriâs doing what she can.â It doesnât make any of them feel better when Gojo clicks his tongue and aims his eyes at the door, before casting a quick glance at Megumi under thick, blond lashes. He wants to puke. Heâd shoved his fingers down your throat for what felt like hours, trying desperately to get you to throw up the curse. Had carried you all the way back while you were sobbing and wailing in pain. Nothing.
If even the worst case repeats itself, theyâll have another incarnation on their hands, and the noose will be tightened around your throat. Yuji must have already realized this, because heâs yet to say anything since youâd been tied onto the stretcher with blood pouring out of your nose and ears and coughing up grime. Megumiâs not even sure if Ieiri would hesitate to put you down without a second warning before it gets to the same turning point. And he is pissed. At the situation, his friends, himself, you. Heâs so angry his hands shake, and so angry tears start stinging behind his eyes, feeling like any motion might cause him to throw up. He hates you.
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Your chestâs rising with big motions up and down, up and down, as you drum your feet on his bedsheets like an excited rabbit. Megumi grunts, snatches the book from your hands and tosses it back down with the others that were not-so-neatly stacked on his desk. Your shape on his bed makes a dent in his mind that heâll have to keep replaying over and over when he closes his eyes, and it has a frown pulling his eyebrows down automatically. âSo grumpy,â you yawn, and also roll over onto your stomach to tuck your legs to your core, lifting one hand to rest your face into it.
âThis isnât your room.â
âMight as well be,â you giggle back, and he watches for a moment as your hair falls along your shoulders in a gentle brush, making you look even more enchanting. Youâre soft and parts of you are shiny like silk, seemingly oozing your rosy, peachy aura all over his stuff. You catch his eyes for just a few breaths, still rising your chest too distractingly, before you push yourself up and slide off the bed to walk up to him. He pivots to thumb through the notes on his desk again, to be farther away from your face probably, and his shoulders rise into an uncomfortable pinch when you approach, feet patting on his floor. âMegumi.â You say his name with a clear pout.
Then heat covers his skin at the base of his throat and he freezes, letting the way you drag your soft lips over his pulse fill him up entirely. His hands shake too hard to keep a grip on the paper, so he spins you around and shoves you back against the desk as you hiss at the sudden painful grip, his fist wrapped into the collar of your shirt. âI already told you to stop doing that.â He hisses, and your eyes are wide and glittering like diamonds, beautiful color peering up at him.
âBut you like it when I do that,â you whisper back ever so softly, and his head feels like itâs splitting at the seams, cracking his skull under a non-escapable pressure. He canât think, canât even eat normally without the ghost of you hanging over him and shaking him up. Itâs unbearable even when youâre not around. His fist unclenches from the flimsy fabric to instead grip your chin with his thumb, and his heart bangs against his ribcage harder than can be normal. Harder than is healthy. A little thought in the back of his skull begs to push. Just once, deny you from digging your claws deeper into himâ but heâs already melted to your shape before he can blink.
His face drops like youâre magnetic, thighs pushing you further into the desk and also into him; and itâs truly embarrassing that his hands are still shaking like they do. You lean in when he does, and let your lips meet his hungry, treacherous mouth, other hand sliding to your waist to pull you closer. Your tongue brushes his and he implodes inside, and he swears it hurts to be this close to you.
Not that you care. Your arms wind around his neck to pull him even closer, and his blood feels like itâs boiling under his skin.
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He finds himself wandering back to the quieter wing of the school when the sunâs already dipped far past the horizon, and the cold starts picking up. Heâs dragging his feet, so he wonât fucking rush back to the room he finds himself thinking about so fast he stumbles. Heâs glaring at the patterns in the floorboards so he doesnât cry. Youâre stable- quiet puffs of air escaping your nose every few seconds, but youâre still under surveillance. As far as the clans are concerned, theyâll put something sharp between your eyes sooner rather than later, before whateverâs slumbering inside you wakes up. But Gojoâs fighting for you. It makes him grimace to think about.
Knocking his knuckles onto the doorframe, he enters the dimly lit room. Nanami doesnât stand when he spots him, but does uncross his legs as he takes a deep breath. Neither of them speak for a while, and the dark haired man takes that time to run his eyes over you. Youâre not as dirty as you were when you first got back, shivering and shaking. Youâre no longer dripping with blood, though heâs sure if he were to look close enough, heâd still be able to see flecks of it between your cracked lips. As he walks up, he finds himself thinking that you look strangely peaceful, and that doesnât seem entirely right.
Save for the bloody mark that seems branded into your forehead, you look like youâre quietly sleeping on the metal slab that supports your body. After all the pain and agony youâve caused in him, sleepless nights and long days of wondering, hoping youâd be okay. Why is it that heâs the one affected by you? Why is it that heâs the one whoâs going to have to say goodbye again? He stares at your unmoving form as if thatâll give him an answer, but it doesnât. And the pit in his stomach swells again. Heâs just so angry all the time. Megumi breathes out. âItâs my turn to take watch for a while.â
âYouâre early,â Nanamiâs deep baritone chastises, but he gets up from the seat anyway. He smooths out the wrinkles in his suit, before slowly placing a hand on the otherâs shoulder. The weight is heavy, and somehow doesnât soothe him at all. But thereâs an attempt, he guesses. Heâs still not entirely sure why everyone is looking at him like heâs the one who needs it most, broken and disheveled and mourning. Heâs been able to finish his tasks like everyone else has, and he can banish the thought of you when heâs supposed to focus on workâ at least, mostly. He doesnât need the fucking pity. âWant some coffee? Or green tea?â Nanami asks, letting his hand slide off when Megumi shrugs.
âNo. Iâm okay.â
The older man seems to hesitate, simply nodding when he walks past. Before closing the door behind him, he once again clears his voice, and Megumi turns over his shoulder. The blond has this look in his eyes, of pity, as he talks. âMegumi, thereâs a chance she pulls through.â Why again - that fucking pity? âDonât give up.â Though it makes him tingle with an unbearable sort of itch deep under the skin, he grits his teeth, and his brainâs hot and irritated when he responds.
âI wasnât going to.â Nanami doesnât seem to believe him, but still softly slides the door closed behind him, and when the footsteps grow softer and softer, Megumi allows for a second to collect himself. He braces his hands onto the metal as he leans in, close enough to feel just the slightest bit of your warmth on his fingers, and see the way youâre still breathing, though shallow, too faint for his liking. His brows pinch when he finds himself with his forehead pressed to your stomach, hunched over like heâs praying at your shrine or something. But he canât help it.
As much time as he spent beside you with a frown on his face, it never feels enough. He canât stay away, like itâs an involuntary thingâ you leave him no choice in the matter. Even here in the darkness, whining softly into your wheezed breaths, it isnât enough to be beside you. He canât do anything from here at your bedside; and that uselessness makes him feel even more uneasy. He needs to be closer to you. Wants to be so close you two get stuck together and melt together like an inseparable entity, would want to crawl inside you if he could.
His nose presses into the clean shirt that smells like your laundry, as he clenches his fists so hard along the table edge they start to ache. His eyes are pressed closed tight when he allows him just a second to nose below your sternum, and that uncomfortable stinging sensation comes back to his eyes. âFucking idiot,â his lips brush against your covered skin, taking in the lack of heat, of your smell and the way you sounded with his face buried there, âI didnât mean it.â
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âAw, ow, ow, Megumi~â You pout with a pitched whine as his hand stays screwed around your knee for a little longer, keeping you trapped under his heavier, taller body so that you start wiggling. Your head falls back against his arm, and you lean to press a few kisses to his wrist thatâs holding your own to the floor. âBe more gentle.â You pout when you pull back and flash him that fucking look that sends icy shivers down his spine, and exactly nothing else. âYou can be gentle, canât you?â Every other part of him flushes with heat under your doe-eyed, pitiful look, definitely when you start wiggling out of his grasp like youâre suddenly over the game.
You started it. He wouldnât put himself in your range on purpose. When youâre about halfway out from under his crouched form, you sit up to be face to face; and you brush your hand past his ear, down his jaw and neck and trail his collarbones, all places heâs convinced are now stained a bright, obnoxious pink from his flush. You let your fingers linger when you tilt your head aside a bit so you can slot your lips over his into a sweet, little kiss, and you pull your lips into another pout. âSwear youâre doing it to hurt me sometimes. Iâm never trying to hurt you, you know.â A few strands of hair fall over your eye when you sit below him, and he has to fight every single muscle in his body not to push it back for you.
He wants to see your eyes. He wants you to see him like this, pinned under you like the attraction you render him asâ his body collapses on top of you as you start giggling all fucking cutely, and his heart races more than it ever has. Your heartbeat drums into his face when he buries it into your softness, chest against his cheek, too long for his own sanity before he drags himself off you. And it is a drag. His entire body starts feeling sluggish when youâre this close to him, close enough to drown himself in your scent. He wonât ever say it, but that scent gets him hard and awfully mellow all at once, his cock coming to life in his pants before heâs moving.
You look happy. Your eyes are those bright, gentle colors that rain down on him, and your lips are quirked into a soft smile, you must know what youâre doing to him. Setting him up for failure again. He huffs and pushes himself onto his back instead, knocking his head to the floor while youâre moving from the rug - splaying your knees either side of him before you nuzzle right back on top of his chest and make it even harder to get a breath, let alone catch it. Heâs sure heâs panting a little when you leave your warmth draped all over him, and you donât do anything other than be there.
His arms are still on the floor, his body rigid under you, but youâre softly giggling into his peck before he frowns down at you again when you catch his eyes. âWhat?â
âYour heart is beating super fast,â you admit, not proud, not gloating - just stating the fact, and heat overtakes his neck now too. Instead of letting you wind him up any further, he bucks you off and switches positions again, now with your two wrists caught in his hands as you squeak with the ache that probably lodges in your back.
âCan you get off of me?â He sits back on his feet, not letting go of your hands yet, before your eyes flutter and you grab him back. Well, brush your fingers over the skin you can reach, pawing at him just enough to tickle. âWhatâs with you today?â he bites back, and also snatches his hands back to escape the onslaught of feelings that wash over him. You donât sit up this time, and from the tilt of your head, youâre considering your answer for a while before you speak out.
âDo you like me, Megumi?â Fuck. His room seems to collapse in on itself. Or, maybe itâs his bodyâ because he gets a little more short of breath, and his thoughts short circuit as his mouth stupidly drops open. Heâs choked up for long enough that he has to clear his voice to try an answer, and even then, he gets stuck. Youâre studying him so closely it must show. The blaring warmth that fills him up and makes his ears bright red. After another second, your eyes seem to dim slightly, as you push your cheek to your shoulder, opening yourself up to even more attacks. âLove yâ, âgumi.â
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He straightens up with enough tightness in his chest to choke him, makes his eyes sting and his head blare cold, painful warningsâ he grabs some of the glasses from the small table beside him, launches it straight into the wall until it shatters into a million pieces upon impact. The loud clang doesnât do anything to settle his anger, where he fists his hands into his hair and pulls, in hopes the worry will somehow vanish.
âWhy do you always have to be such a hero?â he hisses, even though you canât answer now, âwouldnât it have been enough to just stay here with me?!â He tilts your face to his and drops his lips to yours, and that familiar softness is enough to have him clenching his eyes shut again against the tears. He kisses you until your mouth opens a bit, then slides his tongue up against yours and grips your shoulders, pulling your limp body towards him more. âIâll be better to you.â He pleads. You donât move, and the breaths going over his cheeks are so shallow.
But he canât stop himself from tangling your tongue with his, licking into your mouth and chasing the warmth until he runs out of breath. Youâre so fucking pretty still. He kisses you again, bumping teeth, and grips your hip hard as he lays over you a little more, chest to chest and feeling it brush against him with each soft pant he lets out, each gravelly moan. It doesnât hurt so much to brush his tongue against yours, to swallow your taste on his tongue until his lips numb â but while it doesnât ache, itâs also not enough. Before heâs able to think about the morality of his actions, his thumbs are hooking under your shirt and pushing it up, over your soft belly and ribcage all the way up until itâs over your tits, where his lips travel to as soon as the skinâs exposed. Youâre so soft still, too.
Heâs not sure what heâs doing other than leaving messy, open mouth kisses onto you, kneading your skin between his hands as all the warmth in his body pools into his groin. Your tits are sucked into his mouth, one then the other, as he rubs his face into the doughy skin, then heâs pulling and pinching at your tits like he knows makes you whimper. The soundâs burned into his working memory, and it drives him on to run his face down your soft body to the part where your thighs meet. The skin just above your skirt of the softest, warmest, and he full on moans when his cock twitches hard in his pants and he reaches down to grab himself.
Normally youâd be blinking up at him now, sending him that little look with grabby hands, ready to wrap your puffy lips around himâ itâs different when itâs his hand screwed around himself and not even moving yet. he canât, or heâll cum in his pants, and heâs not going to waste his cum like that when your warm pussyâs right before him. Heâs shaky when he pushes the fabric up, flipping it over your tummy; and groans again when he licks down your panties and mouths at the seat of it. It tastes so much like you his eyes roll back, and his knees give a little, while more precum leaks out of him and into his pants.
He frees his hands momentarily to slide you to the edge of the metallic table, two hands gripping your butt and squeezing, then hooking his finger in your panties to just pull them aside. He doesnât care about the chaffing heâll have. Not even a second thought when your little pussy is in front of him, and he pushes his mouth to you for some open mouthed kisses, down to your pussy and back up. Wrapping his mouth around your clit, he sucks hard, and rubs the bud a few times with his tongue. He swears your breathing goes more pitched and heavier when he does, when his fingers trail down your puffier lips to rub the bit of wetness around.
His cockâs painfully hard in his pants, and after a few more times licking you up and down so that your slick covers the entire bottom half of his face, he pushes the zipper down and then takes himself out to watch how red and sore the head of his cock already is, oozing pre and coating both his boxers and his shaft. He spits into his hand to give himself a few tight-wrung pumps, tighter than he likes normally- if he doesnât, heâll spill all over your cute, little pussy. He pushes his fingertips inside your now wetter cunt, watching it wink and beg for something to fill, and groans when one finger slides in with ease.
Your soft walls are still soft and hot around him, giving mean licks over your clit again and again in a way that would normally overstimulate you too easily. You donât whimper or whine now, take his finger nice and sweet inside your squelching, gooey walls, only making a little noise when he slides in a second and he can feel the slight bit of stretching you need. Heâs dripping onto the table now, balls tight and heavy - imagines how you moan and look when youâre sucking on them and you smack your lips with each open mouthed kiss or lick. You between his legs is always enough to have his knees giving, and itâs no different now, he has to hold himself up against you before he thinks better of it.
Youâre slid back on the table too easily, making room for him when he pushes one of your legs asideâ and let out a slight gasp when he hoists himself over your body. He just wants you. So bad. Itâs not so embarrassing when youâre not awake to see how fucking crazy he looks, flushed, cock twitching between his legs as he strains to kiss you again, lick over your tongue for more of your taste, and breathes your name. âBaby, fuck- I need to be inside you.â He wants to hide away in your safety forever. A crystalline, fucked up thought springs up in his mind for just a second, but he banishes that with a few blinks.
Instead he lines himself up over your hot, needy pussy and pushes inside just the head at first, grunting tightly at the softness that envelops him. His whole body shudders as he pushes in deeper, feeling that pit in his stomach expand with each inch that he goes deeper, tangles his fingers with yours when he bottoms out and fills you up so well. Youâre curled into his touch, and he kisses you, his thoughts blanking as he pulls back, and snaps his hips back inside you. Youâre hot and wet and it feels so fucking good, clenching your hand inside his larger one. Itâs not fair. Heâs losing his mind, and youâre always the end of him.
His cock rubs against your swollen insides with rough, imprecise strokes â he doesnât mean to, itâs just that trying to focus on anything other than the heat as he slides in and out of your tight pussy is too much. Youâre too much; youâre haunting him even now. He kisses down your face to your neck, sucks on your skin and bites down hard enough to make a serious mark, wanting to hear you cry. Normally, youâd cry out his name so pretty, dig your nails into his back until heâs letting you go and grinding back on his cock, but you canât do that now. His cockhead bumps your spot each time he fucks himself into you further, but itâs not enough.
Itâs never been enough. He wants to be closer to you, and that horrible image that was launched into his head creeps back up before his eyes, bloody and horrible. Maybe he always told himself that he hated you because - no matter how much he fought, he would never be able to stomach actually hurting you as much as it hurts him. But now, withering on top of you as his cock thumps with how much blood rushes south, everything else falls away. He wants to claw and bite and carve his way to your insides and make you pay just a little for his sins. His body is coated in a thin sheen of sweat, thighs pumping blood through his body to his lungs, his gut, his cock.
He pulls out of you to kiss down your tits and over your covered ribs, thumbing over the head of his cock and gliding it over your puffy clit, your wet pussy lips and flicking it just in and out of your drooling cuntâ before he puts a sloppy few kisses there too, tongue coated in slick. The blood pumps through his head so hard he feels dizzy, pounding behind his eyes as the heat of your cunt overwhelms him entirely. Itâs too hard to stay sane -heâs never felt less sane than now- when youâre laying below him like this, ready to leave him all alone. You wormed your way into his heart when he didnât want it, and now, now thatâs all about to end.
His mouth is dry, but heâs drooling as he grips your thigh and kneads the doughy skin of your tummyâ looking so soft and warm and perfectly shaped for him. He wants -needs, needs it, to feel you swallow him, ruin him- to cut you open and eat your insides out with the sick force of what heâs feeling right nowâ he groans your name again, desperately trying and failing to get it out of his headâ the more he tries the better it feels to think it. Despite having his fist around the base of his cock, stings of white shoot over your body as he crumples in on himself and paints you with his cum. Heâs still hard though, painfully so, and as soon as heâs done cumming he can already feel the building urge to do it again, trailing his shaking fingers down to your clenching pussy and rubbing your clit until your body starts wiggling back just a little too.
Megumi wants to go, bury this urge down and never think of it again. He really doesâ but itâs like heâs possessed, drooling over your body and flicking his cock in and out of your pussy without sliding back in. He mightâve had it wrong this whole time, but if this is love - God, he loves you, he loves, loves, loves you so much heâs not ever going to have enough. Canât ever say goodbye, not when his entire soulâs been bound to yours, has been rotted away into nothing like this. Thereâs only you, and him; and he canât get close enough to make this fucking feeling go away.
With black spots swimming over his vision, heâs not sure what heâs doing until heâs knelt on the floor and shards of glass cut his knees open through his pants; he doesnât feel it - just trembles as he gets one of the larger shards and crawls back to you, right between your plush thighs as he kisses your face over and over until he feels like heâll be sick. âForgive me when you wake up, baby.â It doesnât really sound like him anymore, faint and messy as he ruts his cock against the inside of your thigh and stares at your face for a little longer. He paws at your tummy again, maybe itâs the lack of oxygen - he feels like he hasnât taken a breath in ages - or the fact that all his blood is cleary in his swollen cock, hot and heavy.
He kisses you again, pants against your chest as he watches between your two bodies as one arm keeps him up, and the other drags the shard of glass below your belly button just hard enough to create a little cut. He just- just wants to be a little closer, youâll let him, youâll let him- heâs been so fucking mean to you and if he can just do this, heâll make it up to you. Specks of blood well up that he swipes his thumb through to slide it into his mouth, get used to the taste of copper on his tongue. Sometimes he bites your lip hard enough to split it, and you tear up and whine, tangle your fingers in his hair.
He could cum on the spot when you yank like that, but the taste now isnât enough. As he pushes the shard of glass into your skin harder, watching one layer make way for another, tougher tissue that still gives when he grids down a little- he waits for the moment where he feels bad, regrets and walks it all back- but the feeling doesnât come. Your body looks so pretty like this, robbed of your innocence by his hands; and he doesnât wanna cum yet, fuck. The adrenaline swimming in his head is pounding too hard to feel anything other than love for you, and the pulling, almost unbearable sensation of wanting to slide back into you. The blood pools around the hole as he slides along, hearing the skin squelch and snap, building a sweat along his neck and collar. Maybe youâd lick it up if you were awake.
The blood runs, covers his entire fist thatâs wrapped tight around the glass, it creates little rivers that youâll both be laying in soon. He coughs, before kissing you below your jaw, feeling the weak pulse beneath his lipsâ and righting himself to look at his work with a better angle, groaning. Thereâs both more blood and less than he expected, pooling in your belly button, all over your pretty pussy, his thighs and hands- his cock not yet. He drops the glass aside as he thumbs over the wound and sure enough- heâs cut through fat and muscle and sinew without too much struggle, because youâre soft all over.
He pushes the fleshy gash open more, thumbs over the clean cut he made with a strange sort of fascination before the hot, hot blood gets to be too much for his curiosity and he leans in to lick from your clit up, up, up until his tongue reaches the raised, tight skinâ what has he done, whatâs he doing, this, this isnât â he canât stand the heat thatâs coming out of you for long, and it smells, but that isnât what sticks with him right now. Heâs never wanted to be closer. The gaping pouch of your bellyâs drooling red for him. The head of his cock twitches when he feels the hot of your stomach coating him in blood, and coating you in turn. The cum from beforeâs all but washed away, but heâs sure he can give you another couple orgasms before he tuckers out.
Heâs strung so high all of this feels like a dream, like his head is about to roll off of his neck; he pushes in with a garbled sort of sound that comes from deep, deep inside him. The skin doesnât wanna give way at first, but he manages to push back hard enough before suddenly heâs inside, and itâs like nothing else. The pressure of a slab of skin taking him where itâs not meant to goâ bleeding and whining out like this, itâs euphoric. Heâs able to see his cockâs outline glide into you until itâs bulging your stomach, squelching and sucking him back in; feels like youâre taking him deeper than ever, letting him fuck his cock so deep heâll hit your ribs soon. Youâre so fucking beautiful, even like this, getting coated and letting him fuck it.
He doesnât know what itâs like to feel like youâre dying, but the peace that washes him entirely clean might be close; he grinds his hips into you hard enough to rock your body under him as he laces your hands again. Both, this time, just chasing after an end that seems like itâll never come.
He feels infinite. Your bloodâs so hot itâs almost painful, and the tightness of the hole he carved into you is entirely different from your pussy, pushing back against him like youâre begging him to get out. He imagines youâd beg so pretty- but heâs inside you, finally inside and deeper than anyoneâs ever been. Heâs able to watch his cock blow up your belly and make it hollow when he pulls back, and God- he should feel worse than he does. He could swallow you whole if youâd let him. The feeling has him shuddering over you as he pants your name, makes your tits brush over his chest- and his balls smack against the smooth stretch of skin until he canât feel his feet any longer.
Now heâs got you dirtied, he wants to ruin you too, leave you a mangled mess of flesh and swallow every last bit of you until he never forgets the taste. But that would require heâd stop fucking his hot cock into your bloody, little pouch, and that wonât happen. Heâs panting, sweat running down his back from the effort, and his groin starts to feel a little raw too. He mightâve been going for hours by now, licking your mouth clean from his drool only to dirty you again. The head of his cock feels fucked raw inside you, and his thighs shake before his shoulders square over you.
Megumi speeds up his pace fucking into your guts -actually- until he clenches every muscle, is overcome again and reaches heaven inside you, spurting creamy white into the pouch heâs created for himself; âFuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck,â his hand has to twist into an uncomfortable position to reach for your clit, but he wildly does it anywayâ cramping up, until heâs collapsing on top of you and stilling inside. The stench of blood makes the entire room smell, as he thumbs over the side of your blood-coated thigh with one hand, and feels the shaking all the way up and down his spine. He pulls out so slowly, pumping the last bits of cum out with a throaty moan, before he slides off the table onto awfully shaky legs.
If he was any more lucid, heâd think twice before leaning by your side to kiss your eyes, your nose, your pouty lips as the tears that mustâve been building for a while run down your templeâ and suppresses the need to actually eat you- for now, he rubs a softer hand over your exposed tummy, before folding the now blood-drenched fabric of your skirt back down to hide your puffy pussy, lest he be tempted again. He whispers his love into your ears, nuzzles at your hairline until the feeling comes back to his hands and feet and he tucks his spent cock back into his boxers, and goes about cleaning the mess he made of the floor.
Itâs only when an uncomfortable scratchy sound comes that he notices the burning heat on his neck, the dried sweat painfully stickyâ and straightens up beside you when you start to shake again. Immediately his worry is sky high. Even in the gross air of mixed blood and cum and the scent of sex soaking everything, his mind is just clear enough to hold your head when you thrash around a few times, and your chest rises wildly up and down. Then before his very eyes, the damage heâd done upon you slowly starts to stitch itself together, like weaving threads. Lacing you up until every bit of muscle, fat, and skin restores to itâs pristine glory before he ever touched you, with a little puff of cursed energy.
He bites his lip hard when the shaking stops, and your back lands back onto the metal with a soft clang. The noise is louder now itâs quiet in the room. Megumi waits for a bit longer before he brushes the hair from your face, and doesn't mind it that heâs leaving tracks. The darkness is filled with his tense breathing, and then â every sound at once. Your eyes shoot open with a cry, sobbing out like a baby for a few painful seconds. But then spot him thumbing your tears away devoted like he is -though he wonât admit it to you, and you let out a noise of pure relief.
Itâs almost poetic, when you crash back into his arms and this time, he lets your arms wind around his waist.
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Protect You
saw a prowler! miles and the weeknd edit and that did it for me fr. i canâtâŚanyways, enjoy đ¤
warnings: heâs just a little overprotective, kissing, cussing, pet names
your friends had been begging you for weeks to come to some birthday bash one of their friends weâre having, you always ignored the question, knowing how your boyfriend was. no, heâs not controlling or anything. he just wants you to be safe. he doesnât really like you being out alone, especially at night and how dangerous the city is. but you didnât want to let your friends down.
so here you are, getting ready to go to a party.
you havenât spoken to miles since earlier today, he said he had some stuff to handle and you just left it at that, knowing how he gets when you question him. this was all kind of perfect, he was busy so he wouldnât be worried about you. for now at least.
it didnât take you long to get ready, throwing on a random dress and some sneakers to go along with it. you scrolled through your phone, waiting for your friends to finish getting ready. once they finally were, you all made your way out the house and began to walk to the party, gladly it wasnât far, knowing how these streets were. you all reached the party after ten minutes of walking. you could hear the music blasting before you even reached the door, some people stood outside mingling as the three of you approached the door, your friend opening it. the house was packed. people talking and dancing, the music being even louder than before, flashing strobe lights? a bit extra, but fun you suppose.
as soon as you stepped in the door, your friends were pulling you to dance with them. you really had two left feet but you still danced anyways, enjoying yourself and the moment you were having with them. you all talked with each other, took pictures, and danced for hours. but now you were tired, and thirsty. you excuse yourself from your friends, and squeezed past people to get to the kitchen, you pushed the kitchen door open where you found some water bottles on a counter, you cracked the bottle open and leaned against the counter as you chugged it down.
âheyââ
âshit!â you jumped, almost spitting your water out, âsorry, i didnât mean to scare you.â the stranger, who was standing way too close laughs.
âcan you back up?!â you look at the little space in between the two of you.
the boy throws his hands up in defense and backs up from you, a smug look on his face. you rolled your eyes, already seeing where this was going.
âi saw you dancing earlier, youâre pretty good.â he says.
âi guess.â you shrug. this man was lying straight to your face; you were a terrible dancer.
âwould you like to dance?â
âi have a boyfriend.â you shook your head.
âone dance wonât hurt.â he says, slowly making his way back over towards you, âplus, i donât see him here.â
âturn around then.â
the familiar voice startled the boy. hell, it even startled you a little too. the boy turned around, revealing miles standing by the door, a mug on his faceâalong with a few cuts.
âlook, i donât want any trouble man.â the boy says, âyou shouldâve thought about that before you approached my girl.â miles says.
âi-i didnât know.â he began to stutter, âi literally just toldââ you started.
âi got this.â miles glares over at you before snatching the boy up by his collar, âif you go near her, if i see you talking to her, if i even see you looking at herâŚjust know iâm not going as easy on you as i did tonight.â he threatened, ânow get outta here before i beat your ass.â he finally let the boy go, who immediately ran out the kitchen.
âmilesââ
âletâs go.â he grabs your hand, pulling you out the kitchen.
âmiles! i couldâve handled that!â you yelled over the music.
he just ignored you, continuing to pull you out the party. finally, you two reached outside where you pulled your hand from his.
âwhat did i tell you about being out so late?â he didnât yell, he never yelled at you but his voice was stern.
âi was just trying to have fun.â you muttered as you two continued to walk.
âand look where that got you.â
he was right. but it wasnât your fault people were so damn weird.
before you could even blink, he was standing in front of you, stopping your from walking. you refused to look at him, even when he tilted your chin up.
âlook at me.â he says and you roll your eyes over to meet his, âiâm not tryna control your life or anything like that, youâre just one of the few people i actually care about, i canât lose you. i just wanna make sure youâre safe, ma.â
âi know.âďżź
âso donât go out all late without me, aight?â it sounds like a question but heâs not really asking you, heâs telling you.
âi hear you, miles.â you playfully role your eyes.
âyou better.â he jokes (but not really) quickly stealing a kiss from your lips.
you two start walking again, this time with milesâs arm around you.
âcan we talk about what happened to your face now?â you ask.
ânah, but we can talk about how pretty that dress looks on you.â
#miles 42#prowler miles#miles morales prowler#miles morales x reader#miles morales x you#miles morales#miles prower#prowler miles x reader#miles 42 x reader#spiderverse x reader#spiderverse au
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fratboy!luke save meâŚ
save me fratboy!luke
u get itâŚ.
im obsessed with him. soooo part three under the cut đŤŁ
part 1 | part 2 | part 4 | part 5 (final)



tagged lukecastell4n.
yn_yln: save a horseâŚ
lukecastell4n: ride a cowboy đ¤
yn_yln: my cowboy đŠľ
trideltumm: had a blast at rodddeo with you đ
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poseidonsfavchild: did shame leave too when u left for college ? what is this caption ?
bethchase: LEAVE UR SISTER ALONE
gr0verunderwood: LET THEM HAVE FUN
poseidonsfavchild: theyâre getting too comfortable on this app đ¤Ž
chrisr0driguez: me when
lukecastell4n: WHEN UR BALLS DROP AND U FINALLY ASK HER OUT
yn_yln: LITERALLY TOMORROW IF YOU JUST MADE A MOVE SHE LIKES YOU TOO
clarisselarue: �
chrisr0driguez: iâll kill u both.
silenabeauregard: omg ur hat is so cute can i borrow it
yn_yln: always!!!! đЎ



tagged yn_yln, charliebeck, and others.
silenabeauregard: greeks take on the city
yn_yln: best triple date everrrrr
lukecastell4n: we couldve been goin on so many if u confessed earlier chrisr0driguez
clarisselarue: fr
chrisr0driguez: my girlfriend is mean to me :(
clarisselarue: you like it tho
gr0verunderwood: yeah im starting to agree w percy on this one, can yall text each other pls
yn_yln: đ
silenabeauregard: đ
charliebeck: we need to do this again!!!!
yn_yln: YESSSS
lukecastell4n: second that
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clarisselarue: last night was a movieee
lukecastell4n: i have the video when chris ate shit on the electric scooter đ
clarisselarue: PLS SEND
chrisr0driguez: PLS DONT I HAVE A CHIPPED TOOTH ALREADY I DONT NEED ANY MORE REMINDERS



tagged lukecastell4n.
yn_yln: we got married đ°đťââď¸đŠđťââ¤ď¸âđâđ¨đť
poseidonsfavchild: HELLO? WE SKIPPED A FEW CHAPTERS HERE
yn_yln: its a frat wedding percy calm down
poseidonsfavchild: greek life confuses me
bethchase: same. its nothing like what they taught us at camp
silenabeauregard: real ring when 𤨠lukecastell4n
lukecastell4n: can we get a degree first damn
poseidonsfavchild: iâve never seen any of yall open a book, are u even gonna graduate ???
lukecastell4n: canât wait til for the real thing â¤ď¸âđĽ
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chrisr0driguez: my best man spot better be secured
yn_yln: fix ur tooth first
clarisselarue: LMFAOOOOO HELP
bethchase: that dress is so pretty yn!
yn_yln: thanks beth! miss u! đЎ
ksigumm: tridelt top srat đ¤Ť
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lukecastell4n: kappa sigâs sweetheart top tridelt đĽąđŻ
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black sisters headcanons
bellatrix was overprotective to a frustrating degree; no one approached narcissa or andromeda when she was still at hogwarts out of fear of quite literally being tortured for it
andromedaâs immediate reaction to bad news or being upset was to laugh. very very scary
narcissa was a spoiled brat
people confused the older two for twins all the time, made narcissa feel left out at times
bellatrix was very much her fatherâs daughter but andromeda was cygnusâ favorite. he didnât pay much attention to narcissa at all but she was druellaâs favotite
bellatrix fought a lot with her mother, she was lowkey scared of her father
andromeda loved loveddd pomegranates and bellatrix used to scoop out the seeds into a container for her
they had designated colors for each of them. bellatrix was red, andromeda purple, and narcissa white
both narcissa and bellatrix were horrible at cooking and they always bribed andromeda to make them something because she was amazing at it
narcissa cried when she was angry/frustrated
played loads of board games. andromeda got super angry at anyone breaking the rules or cheating. narcissa was the sorest loser ever and bellatrix never ever lost
whenever they fought, narcissa would just pull hair
teamed up to bully sirius and regulus mercilessly
narcissa and andromeda used to sneak around and do things behind bellatrixâs back sometimes bevause she was super strict at times
they used to ask bellatrix for money whenever they ran out instead of their parents
very weasley siblings like dynamic at hogwarts
narcissa found out about ted and andromeda through snooping. she didnât tell anyone but she constantly warned andromeda that it wonât end well and that itâs wrong
bellatrix had insane one-sided beef with lucius, too, despite his blood status
bellatrix was the one who blasted off andromedaâs name from the family tree (no fr this hc means a lot to me. like she would have given andromeda an ultimatum, them or ted, and the minute she chose ted, bellatrix stormed off to grimmauld place to do that)
bellatrix found narcissa crying over this once and told her andromeda wasnât worth their tears because she betrayed them and itâs just the two of them now
post first war: tonks and draco both had seen pictures of the sisters. one time, andromeda and narcissaâs families went to diagon alley at the same time. draco pointed at andromeda and said âyouâre from the pictures!â and tonks morphed her features to look like bellatrix because there were three women in the pictures
post second war: bellatrix and andromeda hc here and a bit about my perception of andromedaâs entire life here
#i have sooo many more but i fear i have yapped enough#noble and most ancient house of black#narcissa black#bellatrix black#andromeda black#marauders era#dead gay wizards#sirius black#regulus black#dead gay wizards from the 70s#marauders#hp marauders#black family#black sisters#black cousins#harry potter#draco malfoy#nymphadora tonks#andromeda tonks#bellatrix lestrange#narcissa malfoy
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trust you - Anakin Skywalker x f! reader
Summary: You work as a tech for the Jedi Temple and end up having to fix Anakin's robotic arm, once again. He starts having trust issues when she and his son, Luke Skywalker, become close to each other.
Warning: Angst, hurt, mentions of injury, cursing | Ps: Luke is his only child in this story. Anakin doesn't become a Sith (for now hehe)
Word count: 1.7k
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Anakin arrived in the tech room with a frown plastered over his face, as always. His cheekbone was bloody and his metal arm was loose as well as malfunctioning.
She was sitting on her table, writing down on a piece of paper when his name was announced. She turned her head around and watched as he silently sat down on a chair across from her. One of her droids excused itself, leaving them both alone.
Anakin had his blank stare at some random point in the room, not bothering to look at her, who dragged the chair closer to him. (Y/N) gently grabbed his metallic arm, looking at the prosthetic.
"What happened this time?" She asked, trailing his limb. He still didn't look at her, or even mentioned to do so. "Tough assignment today?"
He sighed, rubbing off the dripping blood from his chin as he tried to close his fake fist. The motion failed, and he pulled his fingertips as he's supposed to feel the touch.
"Got a blast shot on it" His husky voice was almost a whisper, she nodded. When (Y/N) looked at again, she noticed how tired he looked. He had bags under his eyes and his forehead seemed to have more wrinkles to it.
She nodded and got up looking for her tools. It wasn't actually strange for her to fix his arm, because this wasn't her first time doing it. Maybe it wasn't even her first time seeing him coming back from a mission all beaten up.
Sometimes, he would look less upset or mad. But it was hard to decipher how he was feeling because Anakin was a pro at hiding his emotions ever since he lost his love interest. Perhaps having Luke around him would make him seem less disturbed, but also, having a kid wasn't easy for him.
(Y/N) took a closer look and noticed the robotic articulations were almost melting. It was going to take a while and she was afraid of telling him the bad news. Most people are always feeling intimidated by him, especially by the way he looks at everyone.
She let out a quiet sigh, catching his attention anyway. Since he became a stronger Jedi, his hearing had improved a lot. "What?"
It was the first time Anakin actually looked at her, wondering just what the fuck happened now. Slowly lifting her gaze at him, she gathered all of her courage to speak up.
"Your robotic articulations are "injured". And we're going to need some time to fix it, I'm sorry". She gave him a sympathetic look, to which he scoffed and shut his eyes.
"How long?" His voice carried some sort of rage and (Y/N) saw him making a fist with his other hand.
"Uh, we don't know. But I'll make sure it won't take too long".
Anakin grunted and ran his fingers between his hair. It was quite hot to see him like that, she thought to herself. At the same time, (Y/N) scolded herself for even thinking of something like that.
He didn't look at her when he released his fingers from his curls. "I'll give you a day".
While detaching his faux limb, she tried not to roll her eyes. He was always giving orders to people, not ever caring who they were. "We'll try our best Master Skywalker", she said bluntly.
(Y/N) placed the robotic arm above another table and reached for a first aid kit. She approached the man cautiously while holding a wet cotton. Anakin, who finally looked at her after snapping out of his reverie, furrowed his eyebrows when he saw what she was doing.
(Y/N) gently placed her hand on the Jedi's cheekbone, who remained still as she wiped the almost dried blood from his face. Anakin didn't flinch, even though he felt his skin burn from the contact with the stinging product.
He closed his eyes tightly to avoid eye contact with her, he didn't want to show any fragility at that moment. He was forced to face (Y/N) in front of him anyway, when she walked away to throw the material in the trash.
"You should get some rest, Master. Take this as an excuse to cool off for a bit". (Y/N) gave him an ice pack for his wound, smiling at him.
Anakin stood up from his chair holding a serious expression on his face while nodding. "Yeah, thank you".
He left the tech room without looking back. She scoffed. It was his thing to be the least polite ever and not even look at anyone.
(Y/N) considered it a win having caught his attention twice that day. He never does that. Not ever since he lost PadmĂŠ anyway.
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Anakin
Luke came running straight to me as soon as I got to the loft. He was doing his homework with C-3PO before I arrived.
"Daddy!" He shouted as his small arms hugged my legs. "Your arm is missing, what happened?".
Little guy never failed to actually notice things. I crouched down to stay on his level and messed up his hair. "Dad was on an assignment, and it got shot with a blast".
He frowned for a second before messing my hair back. "Hey, little one!"
Luke started laughing as he ran back to the Droid, hiding behind him. "Are you alright, Master Skywalker? Do I need to contact the medical bay?"
I shook my head and flopped down on my bed. "Thank you, 3PO. I just need some rest".
The Droid nodded and walked back to the table, so my son could finish his homework. I sighed, it was weird to have a missing limb. It has been so long, I don't even remember how it felt like. I could still feel my ghost fingers moving.
I felt a throbbing pain on my cheekbone as well as my ribs, making it harder for me to breathe properly. My single hand went straight to my hair as I ran through it nervously.
I tried to dial down the stress, but couldn't even keep my eyes shut for what felt like half an hour. Luke had left the loft with C-P30 for whatever reason, which made me feel relieved. I didn't want my kid to see me like that.
"Fuck", I muttered under my breath. I wasn't sure I had painkillers lying around, and I didn't feel like going to the medical bay for an appointment.
I only found a bottle of liquor and decided to pour some into a glass. The strong taste burned my throat, and it hit my stomach briskly. If that doesn't numb the pain, I would have to drag myself out of the house. It was enough already I didn't have my metal arm, I wouldn't want to deal with that excruciating pain.
I didn't realize I had laid my head down on the kitchen countertop. The muffled sounds coming from my door woke me up, and I quickly grabbed my lightsaber, holding it next to me.
It was already dark, and only then I noticed Luke wasn't there. He wasn't watching TV or playing with his toys. Nor was he trying to sneak on me looking for my weapons that he fancied.
My fingertips became cold as I carefully walked towards the living room, still hearing low whispers. The giggling made me drop my shoulders and put down my lightsaber when I realized it was Luke.
"Luke! What the hell were you doing out? It's dark" My voice came out louder than I intended, and it scared him. He was using both hands to hold (Y/N)'s left arm, like he was trying to drag her inside.
"I'm sorry, Master Skywalker. He went to the tech room with 3PO. He wanted to see your arm". Her voice sounds apologetic and a bit apprehensive, even.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest, watching as Luke reluctantly let go of her. "Sorry, dad. I just wanted to see how your arm was. I asked Miss (Y/N) to show me around as well, and 3PO said it was ok if she watched me".
"I didn't mean to bother, I'm really sor-" I cut her off before she could even apologize. My gaze met his and he nodded, knowing he should go to his bedroom.
"You should've brought him right away. He's not supposed to be out when I'm not with him". (Y/N) bit her lip and brought her hands together. "Don't do that again, please. Or I won't let him go near you".
She got taken aback, her eyes met the floor as she crossed her arms. "I really am sorry. I didn't know". I could barely hear her voice, it felt like she had a lump in her throat.
All I did was nod and watch as she turned her back to me and walked out of my door. I was about to make my way to Luke's room, when I found him propped up on the door stop, looking at me with fear.
"Buddy, I said you should only stay with C-3PO" The boy looked down at his feet and sniffed.
"But I wanted to look. I wanted to see how your metal arm is. It's pretty cool, by the way! Dad, don't be mad at her. She was nice to me, and she stayed with me the whole time!" He pleaded, he had his small hands holding the hem of my under tunic.
I released a drained sigh and sat close to Luke. "You can't trust everyone, Skywalker. It's a different world out there, we need to watch ourselves".
I didn't want him to trust anyone, I didn't need to see him trust every person who's nice to him. I've been there before, I know what it was like. I lost my girl. I trusted someone and I got stabbed behind my back.
I don't want Luke to be like me. I know who I became after losing PadmĂŠ. And I can't trust anyone anymore, either. I have issues trying to trust Obi-Wan again.
And more importantly, I don't want to fall for someone and lose them again. Because at some point, it always happens.Â
#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin x reader#anakin skywalker x you#anakin skywalker fanfic#anakin skywalker fanfiction#anakin fanfic#anakin fanfiction#anakin skywalker imagine#anakin imagine#star wars fanfic#hayden christensen imagine#anakin skywalker fluff#anakin fluff#anakin skywalker#usersavana#clonecaptains#userlace
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i loved your chris bf hcs! could you please do one for matt? thank you and i hope youâre having a good day :)
boyfriend headcanons ⢠matt sturniolo
a/n: thank you so much ily!! hope you enjoy thissđŤś
warnings: none
- you canât convince me that matt wouldnât be the type of bf who accidentally ignores you in public/groups of friends. he doesnât mean to but heâs so awkward and doesnât like pda much so when he tries to avoid it he avoids you altogether. it used to hurt your feelings but after talking to him he reassured you that heâs just a dumbass.
- he makes up for being distant in public when you guys are alone tho. he lovesss having you in his arms hugging his slutty waist, while he strokes your hair and kisses your head/cheeks occasionally. heâs def the big spoon most of the time.
- his love language is physical touch and acts of service, so heâll often want to drive you to run errands together (grocery shopping, ikea visits, etc.) it makes him feel like youâre a married couple which kind of sums up your relationship with him.
- heâs also the designated bug killer, bob the builder ass bf. you got new furniture that needs to be built? heâs doing it no question. you broke something and need it fixed? heâs on it. he almost babies you honestly and he loves it but when you take it too far and act too spoiled heâll be like alright wrap it up.
- heâs kind of moody sometimes for no reason like youâll be making jokes or annoying him for fun and heâs just ânot having itâ when in reality he canât get enough of your attention, heâll pretend to be annoyed and keep rolling his eyes but he canât wipe the goofy ass smile off his face.
- BABY FEVER!! every time he seems a cute baby out in public or on tiktok he turns into the biggest softy, âbabe look oh my goddd theyâre so cute i want one.â *hears the baby laughing* ânvm i want ten.â
- perks of dating someone with a car (ns to chris and nick! full shade actually) is you get to go on a lot of late night cruises with the top down, blasting your fav music, him using his free hand to switch between holding yours and placing it on your thigh. plus you get some privacy toâŚ.be risky! if ykwim
- matt loves when you take an interest in something he loves eg. pokemon, certain artists he listens to, cabin life, etc. he gets so excited and giddy and heâll want to tell you everything he knows about these things. and he does the same for you but he gets embarrassed and defensive if you point it out so you just silently appreciate it.
- ^ you once caught him reading one of your favorite books simply because he wanted to talk to you about it and seeing you get all excited and passionate while talking about it.
- heâs definitely a soft launch type of guy. always posting pics where you just barely show. the back of your head, or your nails in the corner of the pic, your shoes etc. i canât imagine him fully posting up with his gf on instagram or tiktok but maybe if itâs been a few years heâd do it for anniversaries and itâll be like aesthetic ass pinterest vibes photos.
- matt would always be taking candid photos/videos of you and saves them in an album thatâs full of just you. 90% of his screen time is his camera roll just bc heâs always looking and admiring the pics he took of you, heâs obsessed fr.
- after a while i feel like matt would start to show his silly/goofy side a lot more with you. he would so be the type to chase you around trying to tickle you- he just loves hearing your laugh. it usually ends with him pinning you down with one hand and tickling you with the other until youâre almost out of breath then heâll stop and kiss you to make up for it.
- heâll be more talkative with you than with his brothers sometimes since you donât interrupt. heâs always rambling about whateverâs on his mind and apologies after like pookie youâre good talk more!!
- heâs a bit indecisive in general like where to eat, date ideas and stuff but he tries because he knows you like when heâs âassertiveâ. idk how to explain this but he acts like the stereotypical âman providesâ but in a non toxic/non misogynistic way.
#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo x reader#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo fic#matt sturniolo headcanons#n6ptunova
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AVERY HCSSSSS
i thought our leading lady needed more appreciation so i made these hcs. a lot of these are with avery and another character so lmk if you still like these. enjoyyyyy đ¤â¨
avery got braces after she got the money bc she couldnât afford them before and she was a little insecure about them but jameson thought they were really cute
she used to hate the scars from the times when people tried to kill her but as time went on she learned to love them
i hc hawthorne house had a trampoline park and her and xander had a sleepover in there where they played taylor swift and jumped until xander broke his arm trying to do a triple backflip
her and max always scream when they hop on a call thatâs on speaker so they donât spill the tea when everyone can here
avery is chronically addicted to block blast and she has the highest score you can possibly get on the game (me fr đđ)
when she was hooked up to the life support machines after the plane bombing she made a bunch of pictures and videos that she never posted but just bc she thought they were funny (they really werenât she was just high from the meds)
oren had to teach her how to pick locks and she told him it was just because she needed to open a door but wouldnât let him do it himself (she lost the keys to jamesonâs handcuffs and needed to get him out)
she always has at least one airpod in at all times and always looses them around hawthorne house
she once had a âdreamâ (đđđ) about jameson but she was having a sleepover with libby and max and libby was like âwhy were you moving around and making noise last nightâ and ave was like âi was probably just sleep talkingâ but max knew what was really going on and never let it go
avery switches her aesthetic like every month and switches her room decor/wardrobe with that aesthetic
she has like 50000 pillows on her bed and jameson gets so confused about which heâs allowed to sleep on bc she doesnât want him to ruin the decorative pillows
ave is an amazing actress and can fake cry on the spot so when she needs to win something she fake cries and jameson knows her fake cry and he doesnât go over to her to comfort her so her plan will work
sheâs allergic to shellfish and she learned that when she ate some at a gala and she started having a reaction and she broke out in hives and was struggling to breath but thankfully oren had an epi pen with him so she didnât die
she enforces a rule around hawthorne house about no shoes bc she thinks itâs nasty so everyone just slides around in socks like an ice skating rink (they actually think itâs really fun so no one complains)
she loves water bottles and has a whole cabinet dedicated to her water bottles
she has tumblr and a03 accounts that she stayed anonymous on that she kept when she got the inheritance bc no one knew it was her and she needed to rant about her books and write fics and stuff and they said stuff like âomg jameson is such a book boyfriendâ and âi want to date himâ she was just like yeah so do i⌠(she was keeping it a secret from the hawthorne s but they eventually found it and made fun of her spicy fics and xander ended up being one of her moots under an anonymous account bc they read the same books)
her and grayson watch shows like the golden girls and i love lucy together bc they love the old style
one time her nash found herâ¨spicyâ¨texts with jameson and never let her let them go
sry this is kinda short but iâm sick rn so iâm trying to get my rest but i hope you like theseeee
#the inheritance games#the brothers hawthorne#the final gambit#the hawthorne legacy#games untold#the grandest game#jameson hawthorne#avery grambs#averyjameson#nash hawthorne#xander hawthorne#libby grambs#maxine liu#grayson hawthorne#john oren#oren
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BSF!Nick HeadCanons
nick x fem!reader

disclaimer: this is all fictional, and based on my own conclusions.
warnings: kinda long, very very self-indulgent, pure fluff, swearing.
Nick as your best friend:
⤠he loves to spend time with you, always asking you to come over and keep him company.
⤠the two of you are so close and so comfortable with each other that you tell each other everything, the good, bad, and the ugly.
⤠heâs protective, not overly, but you always know that youâre safe with him. heâs not letting any hate get to you, and if it does heâs always there to comfort you. he doesnât hesitate to put haters in their place when it comes to you, not caring about any backlash it could cause him.
⤠you both send tik toks and instagram reels back and forth all day long.
⤠you share locations with each other, and anytime he checks and sees that youâre somewhere he doesnât recognize heâs calling you immediately:
âbitch! where the fuck are you???â
ânick, are you fr checking my location again?â
âyes, now take your fast ass homeâ
⤠when youâre sick, heâll come over and help take care of you. attempting (failing) to make you soup, but then decides to just order in from panera. heâll cuddle up with you while you watch movies or some reality tv show.
⤠heâs always teasing and making fun of you, you both playfully argue so much that people on the outside think you actually hate each other.
⤠youâre on the phone with each other for literal hours, whether itâs texting, on a call, or on FaceTime.
⤠if youâre in college, heâll make sure you stay on top of your studies. heâll never let you put off schoolwork just to go hang out with him:
ânick come onnn, i can study when i get back, itâs fine i promiseâ
âun uhh, nope! youâre not gonna blame me when your ass failsâ
âbut ni-â
âGO STUDY Y/Nâ
⤠he loves when you go shopping or thrifting together. heâll pick out outfits for you to try, and you do the same for him. the both of you hyping each other up when you come out of the dressing rooms.
âyesss girl, you look so amazing in that dress!â
âsays you, i love that shirt on you, itâs definitely your color!â
⤠heâs a big foodie, and so are you. so breakfast and/or lunch dates are a staple in your friendship. he loves going to your favorite restaurant or cafe to just sit and talk about whatever and whoever. sometimes you like to try out new places and add them to your list.
⤠heâll send you flowers or candy on valentineâs day because heâs such a sweetheart, and never wants you to feel alone or unloved.
⤠heâs always gassing you. he never hesitates to call you pretty or gorgeous, saying how much he loves your outfit, your hair, or your new bag. heâs your number one hype man for sure. you of course, are the same way with him never passing up an opportunity to let him know heâs so handsome and the baddest bitch.
⤠youâre pretty much the ceo of the nick defense team, always on go when it comes to people being disrespectful towards him.
⤠heâs basically your personal photographer. he loves taking your pictures for you, and you love to brag about his skills. he loves when you take pictures together as well, adding them to his photo dumps, giving very much bff goals.
⤠since he doesnât drive he loves riding with you, he even bought a âpassenger princessâ sticker to put on your glovebox just for shits and giggles. sometimes you guys would just spend the day riding out, blasting music and singing along, snacking on the random goodies you pick up along the way, just simply enjoying each others company.
âbitches be quick but iâm quickerâ
âbitches be thick but iâm thickerâ
*both*
âSHE COULD BE RICH BUT IM RICHER!â
⤠if youâre in a relationship or get into one, heâll be very protective over you, yet respectful of your relationship. heâll make friends with them, and try his best to get along for the sake of your friendship. heâll even plan group outings so you all can hang out together and get to know each other.
⤠however, the second you call him in the night crying, heâs ubering over to your house to comfort you. heâll hug you and wipe your tears, reassuring you that you deserve so much better than them.
âyouâre amazing and i love you so much, y/n. you didnât deserve that, and if you want, we can go egg their car right nowâ
âyou get the eggs, iâll start the carâ
âBET!â
⤠he doesnât believe in fighting with friends. any arguments between the two of you wouldnât last very long, youâll always end up talking things out and laughing about it later.
⤠he loves to include in the videos, especially any challenges they do like the baking videos. you always get front seat if youâre ever in the car videos, and he makes sure you get to speak.
⤠he absolutely loves the bond you have with his brothers, and you would tease him about liking one of them solely to get on his nerves:
âmatt has been looking really good lately..â
ây/n i swear to godâŚâ
âwhat?? iâm just being realâ
âiâll actually kill you bothâ
âbitch, shutttt up! you love me too muchâ
âyouâre right. now stop talking about matt before i throw the fuck upâ
⤠if the stars happen to align where you and one of his brothers fall in love and actually get together, heâll be so annoyed at first, not willing to share you. eventually heâll be okay with it, just happy that you both are happy, as long as you keep the pda out of his line of sight.
⤠he fucking loves your cooking. he knows better than get in your way by trying to help so heâll sit at the table and watch you. you donât mind his company at all while youâre cooking, even letting him taste test which he never refuses. heâs constantly calling or texting to see whatâs on your menu:
âplease please PLEASE tell me youâre cooking tonight. i cannot eat in n out againâ
âwell, i guess i am nowâ
⤠you always have him, matt, and chris over on Sundayâs. you love giving them the ultimate sunday dinner experience. you make sure you cook more than enough so they have some to take home as well.
⤠any time one of you sees those cute and fun best friend date activities on tik tok or instagram, youâre instantly texting it to one another, making plans to try it out.
⤠when you take him out to the club or a just night out with the girlies, heâs having the time of his life. heâs hyping you up while youâre dancing and throwing it in a circle. heâll capture every second to show to you later cause youâre so gone you wonât remember a thing. the next day heâs asking you to teach him how to twerk like that for the next outing.
⤠since you have similar music taste, you love going to concerts and festivals together. all in coachella with your matching crop tops and boots, turning heads left and right. you two are literally glued to the hip the whole weekend, holding hands and jumping around, dancing to the beat just loving the experience.
⤠he absolutely loves sleepovers, and heâll always be the one to suggest them. heâll have a space for you in his closet and at his sink because of how often you stay over.
âbro is there a reason you called me 15 times??â
âuh is this the body scrub that you use? iâm gonna get it for my bathroom so you donât have to keep bringing yours every timeâ
ânick, you really couldâve just tex-â
âYES OR NO??!â
⤠whenever you sleep over, you always do your nighttime and morning skin routines together. âfaerie soirĂŠeâ playing softly on the portable speaker while you go through your skincare steps, singing along, and swaying your hips to the beat.
⤠he is obsessed with the different ways you style your hair. his jaw drops every time you pull up with something new. he was completely gobsmacked when you showed up with a 30 inch bust down after just rocking your natural fro, then two weeks later in some knotless braids down to your knees. heâs always asking your opinion on his next hair color, but you beg him to keep his natural hair for a while longer.
⤠he always waits to get his nails done with you so you both can match. in the days before your appointments with analysse, heâs sending you different ideas he sees on pinterest for you both to choose from only to ultimately decide to just let analysse freestyle.
⤠when it comes to his brand, space camp, heâs always giving you the sneak peeks. heâll let you be the first one to try the newest flavor because he trusts your judgment, and knows that youâll always be honest with him:
âokay, what about this one? did you like it?â
âfriend, i ainât gone hold youâŚthat shit nasty as fuckâ
âwell damn bitch, tell me how you really feel. okay, weâll scrap that oneâ
⤠he loves when you come to boston with him to visit his family. mary lou and jimmy absolutely adore you, and so does all his hometown friends nate, mckayla, and chloe.
⤠the snap streaks between you two go crazy. youâre both constantly snapping each other the most random shit.
⤠heâs always telling you about the guys heâs crushing on or talking to. heâll ask you if you think theyâre cute or not, and wants advice on what to say to them. if they send him nudes, better believe heâs immediately sending them to you for you both to talk (or laugh) about:
âgirl you wonât believe what he just sent meâ
âouuu how big is it?â
âbitch, iâve seen baby carrots bigger than thatâ
âBLOCKED!â
⤠on halloween, you guys love to find matching costumes (when heâs not matching with matt and chris) and sometimes the four of you would find costumes to match together.
⤠on your birthday, donât be surprised to find yourself plastered all over his story. heâs posting a photo dump of you together with a lil paragraph, going on and on about how amazing his best friend is. youâll have gifts galore from him, matt, and chris.
⤠heâs super supportive of whatever you do, helping you in any way you can to achieve whatever it is you need to.
⤠heâs the perfect best friend and he takes the bond that you have very seriously, never letting anyone or anything jeopardize it.
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#mr stromboli#stromboli hc#sturniolo triplets#sturniolos#sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#nick sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#a headcanon#bsf!nick hc
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What's your favorite Icy moment?
I'M GLAD YOU ASKED. BEWARE, LONG POST, FULL OF LOVE FOR ICY AND SCREENSHOTS (mostly from the second film)
Episode 10 season 2, moment where they're solving the puzzle to get the codex
Well, it's more like favorite moment for all the Trix, i guess, but especially Icy because she says "i love you" to Darcy, then threatens to fucking kill her lmao, DODGES THE ATTACKS, KILLS SKY, and solves the damn puzzle like a queen.
This is what pops in my head when i think of a "favorite Icy moment"
Tho before I rewatched, i'd say that it's season 3 episode 1. Actually, this is still iconic Icy moment and I love it just as much (can't say the same about the rest of season 3...)
Like. First of all, who was that genius that said, hmm yes, let's send ICE witch in the ICE prison, sure nothing can go wrong! Second, Icy is SLAYING. Her line after she frees herself... It still echoes in my head in russian, because that's how i first heard this moment. Then
Just look at her and look at Darcy and Stormy. SHE'S SLAYING AND HAVING FUN.
ALSO I LOVE (and hate) moment from season 2 where she freezes Tecna second before she transforms. I love it because like SLAY, as you SHOULD, BUT I HATE IT BECAUSE IT NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN. Like the winx always have fucking plot armor, and when they don't - this happens.
I actually love every moment of her being unhinged, and every moment of her using too much power for something that doesn't need THIS much effort. Like in episode 2 she was trying to blast the winx and burry them under the snow and like, half of Magix could see the light from it. Girl they are just freshments, you don't need to be so extra. Or in the next episode where she creates the damn iceberg to freeze Bloom (AND SHE MISSED this is funny and not offensive to her character because Bloom just got lucky) OR WHEN SHE FREEZES THE LAKE AND CREATES PILLAR OF ICE AS TALL AS FREAKING CLOUD TOWER IN THE FIGHT WITH BLOOM. Like. Yes. She's so damn powerful and doesn't afraid to show it. (Like Darcy and Stormy were exhausted much faster and they didn't use nearly as much magic as Icy) (season 3 did her dirty and i hate it. >:\) (season 3 lobotomized the trix, fuck this season) WELL EVEN IN SEASON 3 I REMEMBER ONE MOMENT where she was trying to find pixie village and was just FREEZING THE WHOLE FOREST? And when she's like getting mad and her power thickens in the air, like, how FAR can it go??
She's so extra.
OH ALSO.
The second film. Every second of her being on screen. God damn i love this film, let me fill this post with screenshots from it (PLEASE GIVE ME THIS DAMN MOVIE IN 4K đđ) (Also WHY DIDN'T THEY KEEP THIS STYLE IN 3D. IF THEY DID I WOULDN'T DROP SEASON 5, I'D EVEN WATCH THE THIRD MOVIE, WHY WHY WHY...) (In the perfect world winx reboot has this style and it slays.)
I WISH SHE STEPPED ON ME WITH THEM HEELS
BTW fun fact about this moment. In russian we have 2 versions of "you" - singular ("ŃŃ"), which is used for casual talks like with friends and people you know very well; and plural ("вŃ"), which can also be used as singular for people you respect or don't know too well (your boss, older people and like that). using "ŃŃ" talking to someone older than you or someone you don't know counts as disrespect. So the fact is, in this scene Icy uses "вŃ" talking to the king. Idk why, i just think it's funny detail. She'll threaten his life and demand something, but with respect â¨â¨
Her casual outfit is kinda shiny lol
This is how you transform with style â¨
Also they have shield around them in this moment, smart move (i'm sure it's a shield) even if winx are too slow to use this moment to attack them
(btw, i love how Darcy from a nerd turns into... this. if they were real there's like 60-70% chance that i fr wouldn't recognize her)
She got hit in the back, and had quick enough thinking to grab stella and drop her too, QUEEN
SHOULD I EVEN SAY ANYTHING
â¨Sâ¨Lâ¨Aâ¨Yâ¨
Icy being extra once again
She literally NEVER does this in actual series and i'm ANGRY. I hope the reboot will give us some more cool fights like in this film. Please. Don't fuck this up i'm begging you...
I kinda love how her cape just. hangs behind her. or wraps around her. like an actual piece of fabric with certain weight.
And i also love how her hair move too (but sometimes i'm like no WAY her hair stay behind her back I DON'T BELIEVE!) (i was trying to make such tail for myself and my hair fall on my face after EVERY slight tilt of my head) (but also my hair like 3 times shorter than hers, BUT STILL)
she wishes that it was bloom instead
TOUCH. They really almost never touch each other, so every time it happens something inside me explodes with joy and happiness.
She's so cute with this smile, she's literally said :>
hands.
Icy to Darcy: Are you scared? Eng dub: Icy sounds like she's teasing Darcy Rus dub: Icy sounds almost like it was genuine question and concern
GAHHH DHFGHSJHFSHF đđđ THEM!
Also english voice for Icy in this movie is kinda annoying ngl, her russian voice is way better. And them reading the spell sounds more intimidating. Even if you don't know the language, just check out ru dub, Icy sounds MUCH better there (can't say for the rest of the voices tho... be careful with Darcy's, she sounds really different)
UWU AHHH SHE'S SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Icy: So sorry, we have to reschedule đ
*grabs Erendor like a bag and flies away*
This moment made me laugh so much when i saw it for the first time, like, she sounds SO SILLY.
Btw HOW STRONG IS SHE? She holds an adult ass overweight man with one hand! He must be at least 100 kilos i think? damn girl. This is kinda scary.
Dropped a man to his death infront of his son with this silly innocent smile. A true icon. I really should make a video counting every time Icy attempts to kill someone.
Icy protects not only herself, but her sisters too đĽ˛đĽ˛
season 3 WISHES it was just as good. She's deflecting Bloom's attack with one hand and attacks someone else with the other!
Also, side note, damn, musa and flora really love attacking Stormy together :\ (deleted screenshots (to add more Icy screenshots HJjHJGFDFJ) of their attack on her from 2 different moments, flora ties her with vines and musa blasts. UNFAIR!)
WHY SO CUTE (my poor baby girl is scared đ) (damn i LOVE her blue eyes AHHH she's so gorgeous)
SHE WAS TRYING TO ATTACK, UNHINGED WOMAN. CLINICALLY INSANE.
also i really think they messed up Liliss (almost wrote Lilith LOL) and Beladonna's places all over the film LMAO.
also, speaking of Icy moments
psychologist: Icy with pyrokinesis doesn't exist she can't hurt you Icy with pyrokinesis:
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS? She never did this before, never does it again, like WHAT? This always confuses me so much. Like ???? is it the dragon fire they stole from Bloom?? They still have it?? So many questions about these 5 seconds.
shit i used exactly 30 pictures in this post. Damn.
i DON'T KNOW WHERE ELSE TO PUT IT IN THE POST, SO I'M SAYING IT HERE! On rewatch i noticed that Icy has the least amount of verbal spells from the main cast (winx+trix). At least it feels tike it. Like, in season 1 i think she literally used only 3 verbal spells in 3rd episode. She's so good that she doesn't need to say her spells out loud most of the time! I'm gonna rewatch everything again, just to count every verbal and non-verbal use of magic by all of them. And then find ratio of verbal to non-verbal spells for each of them.
also side note, i was looking for Icy's spells, but noticed something else. when Bloom transformed, in english Icy says
That's an awfully cute little fairy outfit
Sounds neutral and sarcastic. BUT IN RUSSIAN DUB IT'S SOMEHOW SOUNDS REALLY FUCKING GAY! i'll try to adapt it for you...
You have a very pretty fairy outfit
???????????????? WHY??????????????????
OKAY I'LL STOP HERE, I'VE BEEN WRITING THIS POST FOR 4 HOURS, AND I NEED TO WORK!
#winx club#WINX#icy trix#winx trix#winx club trix#the trix#winx icy#winx club icy#icy winx#sudden ask lol
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random jinx headcanons bc iâm bored
!! some these are more in relation to my jinx x oc story. !!
- never learned her lesson and still tries to eat soap to find out if itâll taste good
- very scatterbrained but can get very focused on her projects, or when sheâs in combat
- learned how to play the electric guitar but never actually plays it (esp. since itâs always super loud) (this also might be a controversial take)
- has loved the stars since childhood even though now she doesnât really talk about them anymore
- has a big fear of ending up alone (no shitâ ď¸)
- used to be shy as a kid but got super extroverted and outgoing
- absolutely made like the whole undercity scared and intimidated by her because of her unhinged and reckless tendencies
- bad with small talk. absolutely hates it because she thinks itâs boring
- never lost her sass. she totally got sassy sometimes as a kid
- gives in to the intrusive thoughts. the ones that tell her to take a bite out of a block of butter or stick a finger in peanut butter
- sneaks out through her window at night
- struggles with sleep but when she does sheâs a heavy ass sleeper. most of the time she doesnât bother putting her air up either and lets her braids sprawl out and get messy
- she says sheâd date anyone but she has a very strong preference for girls (FEMS). doesnât really like guys (or masculine people in general, thatâs gotta be her roleđź)
- you can always hear her approaching with those big ass boots she wears. but there will be odd times where you literally donât hear her at all and she scares the soul out of you
- she blasts her music in her room whenever sheâs working until someone has to tell her to turn it down
- her bed always has a pile of blankets and pillows but itâs one of the most comfortable places youâll sit or lay on
- she came across that giant fan room one day when she needed to clear her head and desperately find a place to hide by herself. eventually she showed it to you but you only. itâs not located anywhere near the last drop either
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- used to and still does make little trinkets, most if not all that she doodles on, and gives them as gifts. ranging from cups, to jewelry, to random figurines that she welded together out of scrap metal or something
- sheâs a messy eater. she donât care about what she looks like in public either. sheâs a munch fr fr đ
- and sheâs not too picky, but if someone makes something for dinner that she doesnât like, sheâll just not eat that night and snack instead or something (so real)
- prefers fruit over vegetables⌠and interpret that as u like
- gets super competitive when playing games, sheâs almost mean. just slap her back to her senses and sheâll apologize đ (i do not condone abuse)
#ŕťę°ŕžŕ˝˛ăŁË -・ęąŕžŕ˝˛ŕ§§#arcane#arcane jinx#jinx arcane#jinx headcanons#arcane jinx headcanons#jinx x female reader#jinx x reader#jinx x fem!reader
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FUCK IT !



You know I started thinking about the analogy that people use for manifestation and shifting comparing it to when you order something online.
And for me that analogy made sense but I could never truly relate to it cause when they said âyou donât wonder when your package is coming, you just know it is and you donât question that etc etcâ
And while yes that is true to a certain extent, I actually DO wonder when my packages are coming sometimes. I DO check how far they are from my location. I do anxiously wait for them to come.
I realize that thatâs okay. Cause no matter how many times I check the order status. No matter how many times I check how long itâs been since I ordered it, my package STILL CAME.
I think the way weâre told to restrict ourselves from thinking about how much time our manifestations are taking or when weâre gonna shift actually makes it worse.
When you tell someone not to worry about something, to let it go and not thinking about it, to feign indifference the harder theyâre going to try to. Which in turn just makes them think about it more.
Itâs counterproductive at best.
When I order something I do think about how long itâll take. I do check the status but once I do I just kind of go on once Iâm done. I donât really feel any particular way about how long itâs taking cause I know itâs mine and itâll get here.
I trust that the delivery service will get it here in due time cause thatâs THEIR job not mine and leave it at that đ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸
Another thing I noticed is that in ordering things- at least for me - I donât worry about HOW itâs gonna get here. It could be delivered on my doorstep, in the mailbox, dropped from a fucking helicopter, ANYTHING, and I have never once cared.
And it might just be me being slow and realizing this is what they meant in those posts later than everyone else but itâs just like- clicked !
Iâm always SO worried about the process of shifting.
What method should I do? Should I even do a method?
What if I get bored? I dont want to do it if Iâm bored.
What will I think about? Should I look over my script? Maybe Pinterest boards for visuals?
What if I forgot something? I should check my script.
What if I fall asleep?
What if? What if? What if?
WHO FUCKING CARES?!? That is not why youâre doing this. Who cares about that process when the end goal is the destination.
Iâve been avoiding shifting for the longest because I just kept stressing out over the shifting aspect of it. I would maladaptive daydream about my dr and be happy in that but the thought of attempt a shift made me groan.
The thought of affirming and persisting in my manifestations seemed strenuous.
But thats not the point. With practices as fluid as this focusing on what to do is literally the last thing you need to be worried about and I just now realized that.
Youâve probably heard this all before but like fr, do whatever the hell you want. If you want to shift wide awake, eyes open and dancing with music blasting in your ears- do it. Whoâs gonna tell you that you canât? Who has the credibility to say itâs impossible.
No one.
If you want to manifest by literally saying one affirmation and deciding itâs done and then going on doing whatever the fuck you want until the 3D catches up, then do it.
Tell yourself it works for you and then do it.
â§ dividers by @benkeibear !
#evangelineshifts Ëâŕżŕťâ#angel rambles đŞ˝#reality shifting#shiftblr#desired reality#shifting#quantum jumping#law of assumption#manifestation#neville goddard#shifting realities#edward art#shifter#shifting reality#shifters#shifttok#law of abundance#law of manifestation#law of attraction#shifters of tumblr#percy jackson shifting#shifting to pjo#shifting to marauders era#hogwarts shifting#shifting to desired reality#teen wolf shifting#teen wolf dr
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HAPPY 1ST SCHNOZZVERSARY!!
hello, hi, howdy, hey, halo, it is i, Schnozz, aka Schnozzle Bozzle, and guess what? Today, on the 4th of march, is my TUMBLRVERSARY!!
thank you, moots and followers, my online friends, for putting up with my bullshit. My time on tumblr for the past year have been nothing short of a blast. anyways, thank you, again.
MORE UUNDER THE CUT!
Now, let's start with the Schnozz OGs. Adam and Gravity!! (Picked blu n red bc of the fact that we met on my TF2 era)
To @gravitytrips , GRAVYTEE!! MY GUY!! my very first online friend here, my very first ask, and my second follower (first follower goes to cheezbot). THANK YEW for being there on my early days at tumblr. I will never forget your username,,, bc of you, medic askblogs have a special place in my heard (since we first interacted on one of em lmao)
To @callme-adam-iguess , hello!! goobert!! thank you for being my second friend on this hellsite, n thank you for being the poisoner to my thief (those who know). you will always be the goobert of all time,,, seriously though, i'll always remember you as the guy that look suspiciously like sans undertale
AHEM, anywayss. My tf2 phases, huh? That was almost a YEAR AGO. And i definitely didnt forget THIEF, my belovee tf2 oc!! He doesnt talk much these days, but safe to say hes still running around collecting pens of all shapes and sizes
(ăŁ'-')âŽ=ÍÍÍÍđ) ďžĐ´ďž ďź
AND THEN!!comes my ramshackle era! my glorious ramshackle era..
without my Pebble and Jasper askblog, i wouldn't have as many mutuals as i have now. So thank you, to myself, for making the silly lil blogs.
NOW, time for the MOOTS I GAINED BC OF IT!!
To @anomal-studios , hello big brother anomaly!! thank you for being the VERY first ramshackle oc to interact with jasper- without that little thing happening, we wouldn't have such a huge community with so many members in it! Even though most of them don't know ME, they certainly know YOU.
To @baileythebean , hey there lil nephew (even tho ur older than me)!! thank you for being such a cool mutual. One thing why i liked you is because you like sharks. And guns. I think. Maybe thats bailey the ramshackle oc. ANYWAYS Dont forget to take care of yourself-!! love you /p
To @averagetmntfan , JJ!! MY BUDDY!! MY BROTHER/SISTER/SIBLING!!! HELLOHOWDYHEYHI!!!!! Thank you for.. for puttinf up with my.. stupid ass behvaiour. bros the eraser to my pencil frfr,,, đ we had so many fun times together what the flipp. and if i recall correctly, we first interavted on your ditch askblog!! which is why he is my favorite. he will always be my fav.
To @princessahtnamas , hey. Sammy. Sammy wammy bammy samanthadearbuddy. hello. we arent really THAT close when we first met, but because you decided to dip your toes into the uty fandom, we suddenly became a duo. WHOOSH. thank you starlo đđ thank you starlo for being samantha's dad (i made jokes about it in whatsapp) (samantha your dad hot) shoutout to wolverine and hunter, , thanks for being the big sister ive never had! better than the others fr (incredibly biased) (moots dont take this srsly yall r equal to me)
To @rebootgrimm , HELLO!!! HOWDYYY remember that time you tagged me when you made zaria? yeah. i remember that. i remember everything. youre one of my personal faves, so pls never die. UHDIUFHSUFHSUIHFIUSHFIUHGIUSHGI yayyyyyyy im gonna make zaria fanart for you
And all the others moots i forgot to include in the ramshackle era- thanks!! Thanks for everything. All the gifts, the little things. I love you all.
( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°)=Îľâ
And NOW!! ,,, i. I,,, idk. Erm. Lets list the moots outside of the era, shall we?
To @sleepdeprivedsprout , HELLO FRIENDO!! HELLO SPROUTY!! HOWD!! thanks for being so kind and nice to me omgg. like seriously. remember that one time you obsessed over schnozz and bozz? yeah, i felt like a celebrity. i still think about our fnf mod concept a lot. i really like it, , and i would definitely make it come to life if i had the skills to do so
To @dreadfullydevoted , runs around screams into your ear HELLO DEWDEXTER!!! hellohowdyhi old men lover and petey lover. remember how we met? yeah. weliterslly js followed each other back bc of like, stanford maybe, and then ZOOOOM were suddenly close moots. Thats crazy. Anyways, always wishing you the best dude ââone of the few people i ACTUALLY look up yo honestly!! jsjdkdf
OKAY. I WILL ADD MORE LATER. for now, bey byebeyebe
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